💟technically my fics are character/sxoc(becuz tbh i cant be bothered writing y/n or reader am i the only one annoyed writing it especially when dialogue is mentioned??)
💟i only write fem!ph mc’s becuz its rare to see books with mc’s that are of filipino heritage or having filipino/southeast asian features in general, so thats whyyy if nobody wants to do it then ill do it myself! but anyone can read it as a character/sxreader/self-insert cuz i mostly write on second pov so everyone can interact with it.
💟 also english is not my native tongue so correct me or gimme some tips to improve my writing! warning tho im a sensitive betch so spare me ur rage✨
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DESPERADO • the last ronin (future! mikey x reader)
After being saved by one of your clients, you're life as a prostitute changes to a journey of motherhood.
EUPHORIA • rise!tmnt (various x reader)
The turtle brothers visit April at the wrong time — oh no! She has some family over. Quickly boys! Find a good place to hide before they spot you!
COLLIDE • bayv!tmnt (various x reader)
What's it like being the spoiled daughter and the only child of New York's most influential scientist?
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DRINK COFFEE, EAT MY PIE • bayv!raph x reader
In a world where humans and mutants coexist, your family clan and the Hamato family clan are well-known for their status and money. An arranged marriage contract between you and the Hamato’s second son. A story of one-sided love, or is it one-sided?
DEAREST, NUMBER SIX • 2012!donnie x reader
six years. six months. six weeks. six days. six hours. six minutes. ...but it took you nothing to toss me aside.
PART OF YOUR WORLD • bayv!leo x mermaid!reader
Your love for him was like the ocean, vast and beautiful. But like the ocean — it was blue and like a salty wave...it has it’s limits.
Warnings . Yandere content; stalking, hinted kidnapping, yandere will end himself for you
A short writing~
There he was again on the big screens. The billboard flashed vibrant blues, pinks, and golds around some cologne with his porcelain features beside it. He really has been getting brand deals as of late, be it a product, clothing, or even some beverage. You basically couldn't even escape seeing that pretty face considering that he's in a lot of your favourite snacks.
The quiet bell of the store entrance sounded as you enter the place, warmer than the cold air outside from all the wind and rain. Moving instinctively to the snack aisle to bring some home— of course. There he was again on the drink you held against your palm.
Honestly, you don't even get what's so interesting about this guy. Sure he's pretty handsome, he's got the face and from what you've heard he's pretty tall as well. You aren't complaining but does he really need to be everywhere you look? At least pick some other drinks as your brand deal!
Regardless though, he has the fame and wealth you don't. It's not like some big shot is going to listen to a commoner who isn't even his fan anyway. Alas, you'll have to bring him home with you in the form of a tin can.
With another ring of the store bell, out you went from the cozy atmosphere of a shelter and back into the unforgiving chill of the weather. Although you wore a hoodie, it didn't really do much when you've been soaking out here for a while now, the fabric now damp from each little raindrop.
You had two choices. Call a cab to get home or walk home in the rain.
Of course you're going to call a cab. Why wouldn't you? With your attention fixed on your phone screen, your fingers tapped away with some difficulty against the rain-speckled display. It wasn't until the steady patter of raindrops suddenly shifted above your head that you realised someone had walked up beside you, holding an umbrella overhead.
With a glance towards the kind stranger keeping the rain off your head, you opened your mouth to thank them only to pause, the words dying in your throat.
Huh?
No way, it can't be. Seriously?
Your mystery man turned out to be the same face you had seen countless of times. There's no way this could be him though, right? A model? The model? You remembered how they spoke about his height but to see him in person right next to you no less made you feel way smaller than you thought you were. Either it was the literal height difference or the presence of someone who's better than you in nearly everything—who knows.
"You okay? You'll catch a cold if you stay out here for too long."
You don't even remember if you've ever heard his voice before but it's way hotter than you had expected. Sure he had the looks, the body, but even that smooth, deep, velvety voice of his? No wonder people were obsessed with him.
"Ah- yeah, sorry. Thank you but you really don't have to do this. I was just about to call a cab home," you snapped out of your thoughts once you processed that this really is the man himself, someone everybody loved.
"Is that so? The rain's going to pick up so I'm not sure if there even is going to be any driver around who's willing to pick you up. Why don't I drive you home instead?"
Before you could even politely decline the man's offer, you already had no choice when he held your forearm to gently drag you away all while keeping you dry under the umbrella. Damn him though, even his hold on your arm felt way stronger than your own grip, yet not enough to hurt. With him up close, the veins on his hand showed off as well. Such pretty hands.
The silence in his car didn't last very long either. He kept bringing up a conversation while focusing on the road, occasionally glancing towards you whenever the car stopped at a red light. Some, "what are you doing in the rain?" Or some, "are you tired?" Or even a, "we can eat somewhere if you're hungry." It didn't feel uncomfortable though, nothing like the potential awkwardness you had worried about considering that he isn't just some average guy. Yet surprisingly, he is pretty normal. The media really does put views on people huh?
"So... Why did you become a model?" Your question was probably one he received way too many times from fans trying to peak into his personal life, but what else was there for you to ask? This is interesting, isn't it? Not some, "hey what's your favourite colour," one of those dry conversations.
He paused for a second, as if thinking to himself what even if the answer—or if he even wanted to share. You were about to apologise for that if it made him uncomfortable, but you were cut off with his answer.
"Do you remember when we met a year ago?"
What kind of answer is that? That's not even an answer. It seemed more like he was trying to dodge the question.
"... Do I know you?" Understandably, nothing had ring a bell to your memories, or maybe it's because you've seen his model face so many times that you basically forgot who he even is. If you even knew this guy.
"Yeah, we met at the park, remember? You gave me an umbrella because it was raining that day. I thought it would be romantic if I did the same now..."
His gaze shifted just a bit between the road and the front mirror to your view at the backseat as he trailed off. The city drifted by outside as familiar streets, traffic lights, and little corner stores blurred beneath the relentless rain. The gentle hum of the engine and the rhythmic sweep of the windshield wipers made the ride surprisingly peaceful.
Wait—you never even gave him your address.
"Well I became a model because I figured that I could be with you in that way~ I even went for products that you love. Just like that drink of yours you had bought earlier."
Huh? How did he even know. Did he just notice it through the translucent plastic bag? Or was he—
"I did everything I could to get your attention, but it didn't seem to work. So, what better way than to get your attention through modelling! What do you think? Do I look good now? Do you like me now? I have money! I'll buy you anything you want. I'll change if you don't prefer this!"
He continued to ramble on, almost like he was talking to himself. It felt less like a conversation and more like someone finally letting years of bottled-up thoughts spill out. You tried to cut him off, but he didn't even listen, almost as if he desperately needed to confess everything right then and there. All you could say was a, "wait-" before you were interrupted again.
"Just... Give me a chance, okay? You love me too, right? I don't want to resort to drastic measures. I love you, I love love love you, fuck- you make me like this. It's only fair that you return the favour, right?? I'll even kill myself if it makes you happy! I don't want to live without you, please please please."
His rambling finally came to an end, almost like he had gotten everything off his chest. His smile remained, barely concealing the quiet madness beneath it as he quietly giggled to himself, almost expecting you to accept the model—the stalker—as if all of this had finally paid off and you'd be his. The engine hummed louder as he pressed further on the accelerator, the city melting into a blur beyond the rain-streaked windows as familiar buildings began to disappear.
pssstt would love to see more Rottmnt Leo +18 stuff.. you always make the best in my opinion 🙈 or maybe add onto the series of Fboy Leo with his first committed relationship? up to you!!
Fuckboy By Nature (Angst?) (18+)
Rise!Leonardo x reader
A/N: I’ve cooked up some more 18+ Rise Leo stuff! This one is a little different than what I usually do, but I thought it would be fun. Leo and reader are not yet in a committed relationship, and Leo is very much still in his fuckboy area, but maybe he starts to realize something? Enjoy!💙
All characters are aged up.
Warnings: Leonardo being a fuckboy, hearing Leo having sex with someone else, cornering, unrequited, somewhat detailed dirty talk, reader going from grossed out to interested?
Leonardo Hamato was a fuckboy by nature. He had been trying on you for what felt like ages. Ever since he first met you through one of his brothers, he had been trying all of his tricks in his old score book, hoping that somehow, you would be willing to jump into bed with him, just like every other person he had found attractive. But you weren’t going to be so easy, because, to be honest, you weren’t interested. Well, at least not at first…
From day one, Leo had been using every pick up line he could think of, only becoming more and more lewd as time went on. And you turned him down every single time, giving him an annoyed eyeroll and a frustrated groan, before marching to find one of his brothers, asking them to get him to stop. But no matter how often you had to do that, and how often you had to ask for a third party to step in, he just continued.
However, you were sure that Leo did not care about you, much more than your ability to get his dick wet in his wildest dreams. Because, if he did care, then he wouldn’t continue to pick up yokais, mutants and humans to keep his bed warm at night, right? Or maybe it was part of his plan, trying to get under your skin, making you gain some sort of feeling of FOMO. But you knew better. You knew what he was doing, and so were his brothers. And with time it only became more and more obvious and pathetic. It was a pattern, so obvious that even a person with nothing but one brain cell could see it.
If Leo knew that you were coming over to hang out with one or several of his brothers, he would quickly venture out and find someone, before bringing them back to his bedroom. Sometimes he would even parade them through the main living area, so that you could catch a glimpse of whoever he brought home, before the door to his bedroom closed, soon followed by loud moans, a creaking bedframe and whatever other lewd noises they could make. And those sounds was clear proof that Leo knew what he was doing during sex, but to you, it was proof of what you have none from day one - Leo only cared about sex.
Sometimes Leo would even take it a step further, putting you in awkward positions, where he would ramble on, telling you about whatever last sexual conquest he had had. He would go into great detail, tell you about all that he did, while watching your reactions carefully with a smug face, hoping that this would be what broke you, finally bending you to his will, making you open your legs for him. Instead, it just pushed you further away, making you mad and irritated. This was not what you wanted in your life, and you made that very clear, by leaving promptly.
With time, Leo realized that he may have been going around it the wrong way. But with every rejection, and every person he fucked, hoping that you could hear it from wherever you were, a small thought started to take root in his thoughts. A thought that he did not dare to fully think through, just yet, but strong enough to make his heart beat a little faster whenever he saw you.
Months went by, and Leo decided that his sudden raising heart that only seemed to be caused by you, was nothing more than proof how much he wanted to fuck you sensless. To the point where you would scream and beg for him, telling him just how wrong you were, and just how much you actually loved- no! No, not that. No, no. Where did that even come from? Leo must have been spying in on too many of Raphael’s romcoms, because that just made no sense. Yet, he had stopped bringing partners over whenever you were around, but that had nothing to do with that! He was just so nice of a person, that he actually felt bad for you. Hearing how well he fucked other people, sigh, that must have made you feel so sad and heart broken. Sigh again.
And sighing Leo did… much more than he seemed to realize. He would sigh to himself whenever he was alone, his thoughts circling around that one thing he did not allow himself to fully realise. He stayed home and sighed, staring at the ceiling above his bed, letting out one sigh after another, instead of going out and picking up good looking people to warm his sheets for the night. But that didn’t stop him from trying to use his snake tongue, in hopes of smoothly talking you into giving him what he wanted… even if he actually started to feel nervous and unsure as he did so.
It wasn’t planned when Leo pumped into you in the hallway that day. He was on his way to the kitchen, and you were on your way to one of his brothers’ rooms, probably in order to get ready for a planned movie night, that they of course had told him nothing about, in hopes to keep him away from you. But yet here you were, staring in front of Leo, who was blocking your only way forward. Oh gods…
“No need to sneak, (Y/N)”, Leo smiled, ignoring the beating of his head, as it started to raise in his chest. “If you wanted to come and see me, you should have just told me”.
“I’m not here for you”, you said plainly, not looking the least bit amused, already trying to move past him. “Now move, me and your brothers have plans”.
“Plans without me?”, Leo asked, moving to block your path, trying his best to sound playful. “Sounds boring”.
“It sounds peaceful to me”, you mumbled, trying to avoid his gaze.
“Well, if it’s peace you want, I can give you that”, Leo said, smiling smugly, already proud of what he had in mind. You looked at him, for once looking interested. Maybe even hopeful. But then Leo slowly moved forward, causing you to move backward, until you couldn’t move any further, your back pressed against the wall of the hallway. “My room is nice and quiet”.
“Leonardo, you know very well that that’s not what I’m talking about-”.
“A soft bed, a warm blanket”.
“Don’t start with that again”, you said, making it clear how annoyed you were. “I don’t care about your bedroom!”
“You say that, but I bet you would care if I gave you a good time, in there”, Leo said, placing a hand on the wall, just next to your head, blocking off yet another escape path of yours. “While you lay there in my soft bed, with my warm blanket over you, I can throw you legs over my shoulders-”.
“Leonardo!”, you exclaimed, grimacing. But that did not stop his face from moving closer to yours, and his voice lower.
“I will do all the work, holding your thighs open with my hands, and make you feel so good with my tongue. I could lick your clit. Maybe suck it, and then fuck you with my tongue”. You stared at him, your eyes wide open. Leo had told you many things he would like to do to you, but he had never gone into detail like that.
“You won’t have to do a thing”, Leo continued. “You just have to lay back, close your eyes and feel good, while I make you squirt all over my face”.
You sucked in a breath of pure shock. You were taken aback, not sure what to do, and cursing yourself for even imagining how it would feel and look, with Leo’s tongue inside of you as you squirted.
“Could you imagine that?”, Leo asked, almost making you fear that he was able to read your mind. “My face, dripping with your juices. It must be a sight”.
You wanted to look away from Leo’s face, but you simply couldn’t, feeling your heart raise as he spoke.
Leo’s face was so close to yours, that you could feel his breath on your face. Your eyes stayed on his, but every time he looked down to your lips, you fought not to look at his. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
“But one this is cumming on my face”, Leo said, making you shiver. He bit his lower lip, looking down at your body, one of his hands creeping towards your face, his knuckles slowly and softly gliding along your cheek, all while he tried to keep his breath steady. He let out a sigh. “Fuck, I could make you feel so good”, he continued in a whisper. “I could make you cum harder than you’ve ever done before, and give you the night of your life”. You breath almost hitched when his snout lightly touched your nose in a gentle nudge.
You wondered if he had used this trick on other people before you. You hoped not. Not that you could explain why, but you just hoped that he hadn’t. But then he said something that almost made you break on the spot.
“Please, I want you so bad, (Y/N)”.
You almost forgot to breathe, and Leo seemed to do the same, frozen in place, with his lips almost ghosting yours. He really just said that. He was not even inside of you, and he just said that. It ran cold down his back, his thoughts jumping through loops, as he realized what had just happened. But as he stood frozen, you seemed to wake up from whatever trance he almost had you in. And though you were still shaking, something deep within you was almost curious to know what he would say if he kept going. But you didn’t. Instead you decided to get away from there, the only way you knew how, given the moment.
“You’re gross”, you whispered.
Leo didn’t seem to react to your words, but if you were him, you would have felt that aching feeling take hold within his chest. Leo did not stop you as you slid out under his arm, leaning him standing, still with one hand on the wall, staring at where he had had you captured just a moment ago. Leo had never felt this way before. Never had he felt so unsure and insecure about his own abilities. He was shaken to the core, realizing just how badly he actually wanted you. This was no longer just a game for him to prove for himself that he could in fact pick up every person he found attractive, but there was actually something at stake. And for the first time, Leo had taken an emotional risk that didn’t go the way he had expected it to. And now you were walking away once again, but this time Leo didn’t watch you leave, imagining how your ass would look if you walked around naked. Instead, Leo was actually fearing, that he might have fucked up.
But as you walked away, unaware of the way Leo was already hitting his head against the wall, muttering about how stupid he was, you tried your best to ignore the wetness that was growing in your panties. Maybe - just maybe - Leo’s persistant fuck boy nature was starting to get to you…
May i request Dom! Donnie x thick!shy!fem!reader? Kinda a smut.
Reader is the most trickiest and i mean her thighs are something else! But she's insecure about it thinking she's fat, so our softshell is gonna prove her wrong by having her thighs around his face!
He would love to do it since he's a thigh man, won't be surprised if he asked her to sit on his face.
- anon 🐔
Sit On It
f!Donnie x fem!reader
Warnings: face sitting, oral sex (fem receiving), biting, claws, possible suffocation, self consciousness, light spanking
A/N: the god au stuff its taking some time cause I can't write for it on my phone (for some reason that's the only work that doesn't show up on my phone).
Donnie watches as you squeeze and stare at your thighs. He frowns a little, kneeling on the floor right in front of you. He churrs, nuzzling against your thigh, gently nipping at your skin.
He feels you jump as his teeth sink into your plush thighs, churring loudly as he licks at the bite. "Love these thighs, darling..." He groans, his claws digging into your skin as he kisses and marks the insides of your thighs. "Had such a bad day... Why don't you sit on my face?"
You pause, looking down at him with wide eyes. "Wh-What?" You gasp, your eyes following him as he stands up.
"I'm going to lay down, I want you to sit on my face." Donnie repeats like it's the simplest thing in the world.
"You'll suffocate." You try, shaking your head.
Donnie lays down on the bed, pulling you to him. "Then I will die a happy turtle. Sit. On. It."
He tugs on your shorts, pulling them down your legs and starts to pull you on top of him. He sits you on his chest, fingers slipping under your shirt to explore further.
"Donnie! I'm fat, I don't want to hurt you." You whine, feeling him grope and kiss wherever he could reach.
You see the look in his eyes change, once playful now frustrated. He smacks your ass, causing a small sting to shoot up your spine. "Don't fucking say that. You're not fucking fat. Now sit on my face."
You hear him switching between a churr and a growl, wanting to comfort you but being upset with what you had just said. You knew fighting him was useless, squeezing your thighs around his chest at the implications of his words.
You raise yourself, moving to straddle his head. His tail thumps excitedly on the bed, his hands moving to your hips to hold you steady. You lower yourself down, still hovering above him.
He groans, licking roughly, turning his head to bite your thigh. "Sit." He demands, spanking you once again, this time just a bit harder.
"Donnie, I don't want to—"
"Full weight, darling. Come on."
He's huffing, pulling you down. You lower yourself more, feeling him nuzzle between your thighs. You sit fully down due to your legs giving out when his break runs your clit. You hear him groan happily, eating you out like a man starved.
Your thighs tighten around his head, your hands finding purchase on the headboard as you start to grind down on him. His claws rake down your thighs, leaving angry red marks as he devours you, his beak bumping your clit over and over as you ride his face.
Within minutes your legs are shaking, but he doesn't stop. You're a moaning mess on top of him, his tail vibrates between his legs, unable to wash fast enough. But soon enough you're coming all over his beak, his tongue eagerly catching every drop.
You catch your breath and start to try and lift off of him, but he stops you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I'm not done. Sit back down."
I hope this was worth the wait. I wanted to challenge myself on this one by writing for Rise Donnie, a character I had never written for previously. It was also a challenge writing his...unique anatomy. This one does tie in to my other Rise fics. Mikey and Raph's can be found in my master-post. They are all aged-up and this is set in a future where they are 'out' living in the city with lives and jobs. In this case, our female Reader owns a flower shop and provides floral arrangements for Genius Built. This ended up being quite long, 32 pages and 13,211 words.
Note: This work does contain smut, including turtle anatomy (cloaca in tail peen), penetrative, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving) and multiple positions. Minors DNI, this is an 18+ blog.
One final note: I did state that this version of Donnie is on the spectrum, as many of us on here believe he is. It's unofficially canon as far as I'm concerned.
I couldn't have done this without the help from @iridescentflamingo and @adebauchedsloth, both for all of the ideas and beta-reading. Thank you, this one is for you and all of the Donnie girls.
If you enjoy my work please consider leaving a like, comment or reblogging it.
Snip, snip, just a few more…there, perfect.
You added another lavender bloom to your carefully crafted flower arrangement. Genius Built placed the order a few days ago, as they always did when the bouquets in the front reception area needed replacing.
It had been months of this, and every time there was one simple request on the order form that made you smile: lavender and purple flowers, please. Whoever placed these orders must love that colour.
They also seemed to be very pleased with your work. You always received a tip when delivering, and someone from the company had left a positive review. It has done wonders for increasing your sales.
By now, you’d been filling these orders for so long you barely needed to even look at the order form. As long as you included lavender and purple flowers in the arrangement, the sky was the limit, and you could employ your full artistic license every time.
Another thing that caught your attention about these particular orders was that they requested you to hand-deliver them. Okay, that was maybe a bit unusual, but you were the professional, and this was a high-end tech giant. Not only that, but Genius Built was a conglomerate with a fashion line and a wholesale supplies division.
You had actually been purchasing many of the main staples for your business from them. Baskets, containers, flower foam, wire, and preservatives, all priced reasonably and delivered as quickly as an Amazon package.
You sometimes wondered about the man at the very top of this company; you’d only seen him in video clips and pictures, and he certainly didn’t make public appearances all that often. It wasn’t as if he was hiding; he was incredibly well-known. Donatello Hamato, while a fashion mogul and tech genius, was also not human. In the ten years since the Krang attack, non-humans—Yokai, as they liked to be called—and mutants had been slowly integrating into modern society. Donatello, you figured, was camera-shy, the type of person who liked to keep to himself.
For some reason you couldn’t quite begin to understand, you found yourself imagining a bit about what he’d be like in a social situation. A date, perhaps? Would he smile shyly and act adorably formal, pulling out your chair before you could sit and offering you flowers of your own? Yes, you were involved in the industry that included bouquets, corsages, boutonnieres, and flowers specifically for grand romantic gestures, yet you’d never received flowers yourself. Among the few boyfriends you’d had, none of them had seen it as necessary to, in a sense, ‘give you what you already had’, but just because you dealt in flowers didn’t mean you didn’t want the gesture for yourself.
The fantasy continued as the two of you talked about your interests, and you unlocked the complex puzzle that is Donatello Hamato. From your limited knowledge, you knew he was a hero, started his company from the ground up with the help of his brothers, and was now one of the most well-respected businessmen in all of New York.
Scoffing gently to yourself, you snapped back to reality with the thought that you would likely never meet him, let alone have a conversation with him. Moreover, he probably had some high-profile girlfriend on his arm—smart, gorgeous, and wealthy, most likely. All things you certainly were not.
Your business, while still staying afloat, has always been precariously hovering just above the danger zone. Each year, more companies moved in, trying to overshadow your small shop, and people often bought cheap bouquets from local grocery and convenience stores. The saddest part was being grateful for funerals because then you were needed, but again, you weren’t the only flower shop in the area, and you had to hope they chose you over the business that claims to be cheaper and faster. A keen eye and a careful touch did not extend so far when the same could be achieved on a street corner a few blocks away.
Shelving those thoughts for now, you carefully loaded the finished arrangements into your delivery van and handed the counter over to your coworker.
Genius Built wasn’t far, just a few blocks away, but New York traffic could quickly change a fifteen-minute delivery to a forty-minute one. Luckily, the streets weren’t too bad this day.
Seeing the actual building always evoked a sense of awe and grandiosity. Like every other skyscraper, it was tall, uniform, and perfectly constructed, with reflective windows and slate-grey stone. The Genius Built logo, of course, reigned high above, violet in colour, shining like the beacon of confidence it was.
You felt proud that they had chosen you to bring colour and life to the otherwise mostly sterile reception area. One by one, the flower arrangements were unloaded and brought inside. Larger ones were placed at the entrance, and smaller ones at the reception desk. Satisfied with your work, you paused to admire your efforts and had the receptionist sign the order form.
Just before leaving, you looked straight up into the security camera with a smile and a wave, almost as if to say, ‘I hope you enjoy them’.
Unbeknownst to you, the man himself, CEO of Genius Built, had caught that little gesture while reviewing the security feeds. He smiled back in spite of the fact that you had no idea it was reciprocated. It was becoming a bad habit of his, always checking the feeds on delivery days. Just to catch a glimpse of you.
You were always punctual, effective, and always delivered with a smile. Upon seeing you leave he was up out of his chair and heading for the elevator. The first thing he always did after you completed the delivery was take a sprig of lavender to slip into his suit jacket pocket.
He’d always enjoyed the slightly sweet, subtle fragrance of the aforementioned flower. It brought a sense of calm to his otherwise chaotic mess of a life. Running a company was not for the faint of heart, and he’d come to rely on this small bit of happiness, a splash of colour in the otherwise cold, grey environment of life. Maybe not the healthiest choice, but he convinced himself that the flowers also boosted his employees' morale and therefore were necessary.
After all, he reasoned with himself, he wasn’t hurting anyone; he just admired you from afar. For now, at least.
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To say you were surprised when you received an offer to provide the flower arrangements to the yearly gala at Genius Built was an understatement.
You were even more surprised when a robotic turtle-bot drone in sleek, shiny violet, cruised on into your store to deliver the message.
“Hello! I’m Shelldon! That’s S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.” it chirped happily in its robotic tone. “I have a message from Donatello Hamato at Genius Built!”
Despite being a robot, it looked kind of cute, like a dog eager to show something it had found. Stunned, you nodded, allowing the little robot to continue. “First, a proposal, Dad has requested your assistance in providing flower arrangements to this year’s gala! Do you accept?”
Before you could answer, a digital screen suddenly appeared, causing you to step back in surprise. It displayed a set of boxes with the options, ‘yes’ or ‘no’.
“Please choose one!” he happily requested.
Tentatively, you reached for the ‘yes’ option, the checkmark magically appearing. This technology was amazing. There was a chime of confirmation at your choice, and the screen disappeared back into Shelldon.
“Thank you! Dad wishes to express his appreciation for choosing yes.”
“Um,” you started, finally finding your voice and realizing wherever ‘Dad’ was, that he could hear you, “tell him that he’s very welcome. I’d be happy to.”
You’d done weddings before, but nothing on this scale. You welcomed the challenge, though, eager to demonstrate your skills for such a prestigious event. But Shelldon was not finished yet. In addition to this commission, there was an invitation for you to attend the gala as his special guest.
“One more thing, a message from Dad!”
Again, another digital screen appeared, this time showing the CEO himself. You weren’t sure whether it was live or a recording, but the message wasn't something you’d ever expect to receive.
“Greetings, in addition to providing the arrangements, please do me the honour of attending the gala as my guest. Your presence is appreciated but not mandatory. I would be more than happy to provide you with a dress of my own design. Do you accept?”
Your mouth was a permanent ‘O’ as you stood staring at the unmoving projection. You were trying to determine its veracity. The CEO was inviting you andoffering to make you a dress?!
That was...an intriguing development, to say the least, and your curiosity was definitely piqued. Who were you to say no to a custom gown by renowned fashion designer Donatello Hamato? Not you, though it was perhaps a bit unconventional. It’s not like you were famous—just a regular person working in a flower shop, not someone of significance.
“Um, yes or no, lady?” Shelldon looked a little awkward waiting for you to click the box of your choice.
Quickly, you marked ‘yes’ and apologized to the floating, little turtle-bot. “Sorry, sorry! Yes, I’d love to!”
With that, the little bot spat out an invitation like a VCR ejecting a tape and beamed as you took it.
“Oh, one last thing! I can scan you for your measurements, just cuts out the middleman, y’know? You good with that?”
Again, the technology never ceased to amaze you, and you nodded while the little robot instructed you to hold your arms out in a T-pose while also assuring you that it wouldn’t hurt a bit.
After the scan was complete, he gave a few happy flutters with his appendages, making you giggle. He was adorable, actually. Quite the eager little guy.
“Fantastic! Dad’ll be so pleased! Y’know, he talks about you all the time and—” Something made him pause suddenly, and you swore he blushed. “Welp! Gotta go!”
Overcome with a sudden urge to show some affection for the little guy, you carefully reached your hand towards his metal head to pet him. He purred, briefly leaning into the head scratches before heading back out the way he came, flying towards the Genius Built headquarters.
Blinking for half a second, you barked out a high-pitched laugh. If it weren’t for the actual gala invitation in your hand, you thought you might have hallucinated the whole thing.
But no, it was true, you were going to this gala in a month, and Mr. Donatello Hamato was making you a gown which was…totally not weird at all.
Trying not to overthink it, you were filled with trepidation and hope at the prospect of attending this life-changing event.
You stashed the invitation somewhere safe and giddily danced for a moment while you grabbed your notebook, excited to begin planning the flower arrangements for the event and even more excited to meet the mysterious man himself.
Donatello Hamato.
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Donnie was feeling quite pleased with himself. Besides, his ‘son’ nearly chattering out sensitive information that is. After praising the little bot for a job well done, he was sent off to oversee another job, leaving Donnie in peace once again
Seated in his large office chair behind a mahogany desk, complete with a stone-carved bust of himself and various desk ornaments accompanied by neat stacks of files and papers, he finally felt he could relax. He took a moment to lean back, closing his eyes in recognition of the hard part being over. He’d asked and she’d accepted. No need to worry any longer; he was finally able to rest.
It lasted all of two seconds, the moment of respite destroyed by none other than his obnoxious twin, Leonardo.
“Heeeere’s Leon!” he sang, bursting through the door as if he were some kind of king or dignitary announcing himself.
“So, it would seem,” Donnie said, a long-suffering sigh following his statement.
Leaning over his desk, Leon wasted no time in getting straight to the point. “So, tell me everything, she said yes, didn’t she?”
It was difficult for Donnie not to immediately roll his eyes. It had pained him greatly to have to ask his twin for help on this matter, and snark and sarcasm weren’t needed in this instance.
“If you must know—yes, the endeavour was successful. Her answer was in the affirmative.”
Leo’s expression brightened considerably at that, and he couldn’t help but clap his brother on the shoulder in a congratulatory manner.
“See?! I told you it would work; no girl can resist Shelldon. Now you got a hot date, and—”
“I offered to make her a dress.” He interjected with such finality that Leo’s expression dropped in shock.
“No, you didn’t! Don, I thought we agreed that was creepy,” he sighed dramatically, “and you were so close!”
Donnie straightened up considerably, a look of indignation on his face as he prepared to defend himself. “Oh, ye of little faith, I’ll have you know, I analyzed her facial expressions, and she looked flattered at the concept.”
“You analyzed her…jeez, Donnie, did you collect a blood sample and plant a tracking device on her too?”
“Scoff! Who do you think I am? Plenty of time for that kind of thing later.”
Leo cringed slightly with a mild look of concern as he sighed. “I don’t know if you’re being serious or not, and frankly, I don’t wanna but trust me when I say this with love. You gotta tone it down a bit, don’t chase her away with all your…you-ness. Dole that out…um, sparingly.”
Donnie looked as unimpressed as ever, replying in a deadpan manner. “Your concern is noted, Nardo. You really think so little of me that I’m going to have this woman tagged and catalogued like a specimen?”
A flicker of regret showed in Leo’s face as he tried to play it off. “Of course I don’t think that, but I know you, and you can be…a lot. That being said, if she doesn’t like you, for you, then she’s not the one.”
“Thanks, any other tidbits of brotherly advice?”
“Yeah, just one.” He fixed his twin with a smirk. “When in doubt, use your tongue.” With that, he traipsed out of the office like a celebrity. That was Leon, always with the showmanship.
Finally, peace. Donnie paused to consider his brother’s words. He admitted that his brother had a point, and Donnie had reached a stage in his adult life where he understood that his overall demeanour wasn’t exactly everyone’s cup of tea. Though he was unapologetically himself every day, he had learned to mask certain aspects of his personality, especially when interacting with his staff. It had only taken one instance of his sarcastic, deadpan attitude making a receptionist cry for him to realize he needed to check himself when interacting with people outside his immediate circle.
He was fully aware that he resided somewhere on the autism spectrum, but he knew it was no excuse for treating others unkindly. Although he would always be this way, he attempted to put his best foot forward and used his extensive knowledge of human behaviour to ‘woo’ as they put it, the lovely woman who worked in the flower shop.
*****
Four weeks flew by in no time, and by the time of the gala, you were a bundle of nervous energy. Moments of excitement mixed with flashes of doubt characterized your mood. You had your hair and makeup done at a salon, and now all that was left was the dress.
Would he hand-deliver it to you? Come to think of it, would he pick you up? The flower arrangements had already been delivered hours earlier, and you were in your apartment getting ready. Did he know where you lived? Before you could come up with further questions, there was a tap-tap-tap on your balcony door.
Bewildered, you went to see if some confused pigeon had lost its way and found the little turtle bot that originally gave you your invitation.
“Special delivery!” he chirped, gliding inside once you opened the door for him.
It was that moment when you noticed he had a tether attached to a rather large box. The gown! This must be it.
“Dad told me to tell you that the limo will be arriving in twenty minutes.”
“Thank you, Shelldon.” Carefully detaching the box with a smile, you giggled when he leaned his head in, expecting some scritches. You obliged, setting the box down first and smiling even more at his affectionate purrs.
“Gotta go, have fun, tell Dad I said hi!” he whizzed back out through the open door and was gone, leaving you to close it after him.
Returning to the box, you quickly unwrapped it before carrying it to your room, giddy as all heck to see what it looked like.
With the lid finally off, your first glimpse of the dress pulled a gasp from your lips. The bust was stunning, with satin fabric in a beautiful shade of lavender, adorned with embroidered flowers and beads. It featured a sweetheart neckline with thin straps, and he also included matching heels.
How did he know your shoe size?
You couldn’t think too deeply about that; you needed to pull the dress out to see the rest of it. Holding it in front of your full-length mirror, you could see it was styled like a princess-style, with the waist cinched and a floor-length skirt featuring the same floral overlay as the bust. It was a truly gorgeous gown, and you don’t think you’ve ever worn anything as fine as this.
With your strapless bra and sheer tights on, you carefully stepped into the dress and pulled it over. Donnie really did size it correctly, for it fit like a glove and zipped at the side, making it easy to dress yourself. The shoes fit perfectly, too, and you were pleased to see that the heels weren’t obnoxiously tall; they were a fair size and added about two inches to your height, making you feel tall and regal.
Clutch in hand with a matching shawl over your shoulders, you waited in the lobby for your ride. You assumed he would be waiting for you at the venue; someone as important as he would need to remain there, right?
You couldn’t be more mistaken. When the man himself stepped out of the limo, it almost took your breath away.
Yes, you’d seen him on the digital recording. Yes, mutants and Yokai were now a regular occurrence in the city. No, it still did not prepare you for seeing him in person for the first time. It was as if time had been slowed. Donatello Hamato, stepped out of the car like a film or TV star, carefully adjusting his cufflinks and smartly dressed in a charcoal grey three-piece suit, with a pocket square matching your dress. Completing his look was his signature mask, eyebrows drawn on just like in the pictures you’d seen of him.
Now filled with excitement, you pushed open the doors of your apartment building and smiled brightly as you approached. You saw his expression brighten, but only for a brief moment. It seemed as though he was trying to maintain his serious outward appearance for reasons you didn’t know. He still reached for your hand once you got close enough and brought it to his lips, carefully kissing the back of your hand like a gentleman.
“I see the dress fits.” He had already done a full once-over of you when you’d begun moving toward him and looked quite pleased with himself. “Perfectly, if I might add.”
“—Yes, thank you, it’s beautiful, if you could let me know how much I—"
“No thanks needed, it was a gift.” He interjected, then gently and opened the car door for you. “Please.”
Now it was you who felt like a movie star, getting into this luxurious car with him following behind you.
He was quiet during the first part of the ride, as were you, unsure how to spark some dialogue. Just when you thought perhaps there would be none, it was he, still looking straight ahead, who spoke first.
“The flowers, they’re from the orders.”
You took a moment to understand what he just said, trying to piece together his meaning.
“The overlay.” He added. “I was inspired.”
The dress! He was speaking of the lace overlay, and immediately, you looked down at yourself. Without looking at him, you heard a soft snort of amusement.
“Lilies, purple lisianthus, lavender roses, hydrangea, and lavender, English of course, Lavandula Angustifolia.”
“Do you have a favourite?” you found yourself asking, turning your gaze back toward him.
“Lavandula Intermedia.” He answered simply. “The hybrid between English and Spike varieties. Favourite scent, as well.”
Now that he mentioned it, you could detect a faint hint of the delicate blooms. Of course, there it was, a sprig pinned to his lapel. Though it was dried, presumably, it likely came from your flower arrangements. You dealt with hybrid versions of many plants, usually the most fragrant varieties for your arrangements.
“Mine is Bellis Perennis.” You offered, citing a scientific name of your own.
Without skipping a beat, he answered. “Daisies. Hardy, yet delicate, unassuming but beautiful. Good choice.”
“And versatile,” you added. “You find varieties in just about every colour, even purple.”
Again, you saw the faintest hint of a smile and enjoyed your tiny victory in making him react. “Speaking of flowers…” From behind himself, he produced a small plastic container and presented it to you. “To tie it all together.”
It was a corsage, beautifully arranged, and you couldn’t have done a better job yourself. It contained all of the flowers on your dress, with a splash of baby’s breath to add to its elegance. Wordlessly, he opened the box and asked for your wrist. With your consent, he slid the elastic band on you and admired his work.
“This is…gorgeous.” You breathed, admiring it yourself. “I make these, I don’t usually receive them.” A small lump formed in your throat as you swallowed. “Thank you.”
“I cultivated them myself…in case you couldn’t tell, botany is of particular interest to me.”
“Then we have that in common.” You noted, smiling at the warmth of his sweet gesture. A beat passed, and shyly, you added, “I also wanted to thank you for the invite, Donatello.”
“Donnie.” He answered quickly, then spoke more slowly to explain his one-word response. “Please, call me Donnie.”
“Sure, thank you, Donnie, I’m very happy to be here.”
He had no initial response to that, only more of a smile as he nodded, “It was my pleasure.”
Already, in the short drive to the venue, you’d figured out that he was not an effusive person, carefully keeping his emotions hidden, close to his chest.
You wondered about the real him, the one who didn’t hold back from expressing himself. This man was just as tight and controlled as the suit he was wearing, and you hoped this event wasn’t a one-off. You wanted to know him better, find out the inner workings of Donatello. You suspected this was a Shrek situation with layers upon layers to peel back from this individual, and you were up to the challenge.
Upon arrival he was quickly out of the car and holding the door faster than you could blink, like he was Mr. Fantastic or something.
Still, the way he gently took your hand to help you out of the limo made your heart skip a beat. Your eyes met for a brief moment before he straightened and offered his arm for you to take.
His bicep was warm on your hand as you felt him slightly stiffen on contact. Only for a moment before he began walking in with you. Was physical touch difficult for this man? Why would he insist on doing this then?
The venue was a bustling hive of activity with your flower arrangements beautifully on display. Finely dressed individuals were happily milling about, eating, sipping champagne and chatting in small groups. You’d always found it amusing how humans created little circles of conversation. Once inside, you felt your date stop, take a breath, and forge on determinedly as if mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of human attention, and it did come.
Guests at the event zeroed in on you both almost immediately. They were curious about you and seemed surprised to see him with a date. From the small interaction, you were able to glean the fact that this was not something Donatello did often; in fact, he was absent from the last event.
Interestingly, you noticed a change in his demeanour: though he was polite and answered questions in a timely manner, his responses were clipped and to the point, giving only as much information as he had to, then he backed off. Social anxiety? Perhaps, but you did feel the need to get him away from those people.
Then the questions turned to you, and you felt him tighten his grip on your arm a little, as if urging those people to show you respect. Most of the questions were innocent, like asking where you worked and how you met him. Proudly, you gestured to your arrangements, pointing out the signature flowers and offering business cards, before you noticed their glazed-over expressions and stopped. One woman in particular seemed very surprised—not just that Donatello attended with a date, but that he chose to bring you. Though she was polite, there was an underlying hint of criticism, implying that you were somehow beneath him. None of them made the move to take one of your cards. You felt your heart sink and wished you’d said nothing. Perhaps it was a major faux pas to offer those at events such as this.
Donnie grew rigid before speaking, addressing the group as a whole. “It would be prudent to take down her information, not only is she professional and her arrangements exceptional, but it is her personal touch that drew me to have her cater this gala. Genius Built demands nothing but the best, and that is exactly what she provides.”
Your face warmed as pride swelled within you. One by one, everyone moved to take one of your business cards. You looked at him for a moment, silently thanking him since you would have dwelled on your supposed mistake for most of the evening had it been left unresolved. He offered the smallest of nods in return. No one would disrespect you, not on his watch.
Politely making an excuse to leave, Donnie then led you elsewhere. You needed a drink after all and were quite happy to let him lead you over to the bar.
“What’ll it be?” To your surprise, the bartender was none other than his brother. Not too many turtles walking around New York after all. He was impeccably dressed in black, with matching pants and a button-down shirt, the cuffs rolled up to his elbows. A crisp, white apron was tied around his waist, accentuating it, and he grinned knowingly at you both.
Donnie remained unfazed, waiting for you to order first.
“Oh, um, just a sex on the beach, please.”
Shit, why did you order that, of all drinks?Honestly, you couldn’t identify many of the signature cocktails by name, and that was the first that came to mind.
He practically smirked, ignoring the glare from his brother while placing all of his attention on you. “Good choice, a sexy drink for a sexy lady, comin’ right up.”
“Leon…” Donnie’s jaw was clenching, his tone a careful warning to his brother to keep his antics to a minimum.
“Whaaat? I am just being honest, don’t tell me you’re so wrapped up in yourself you didn’t notice how stunning she looks.” He was teasing now, and you giggled softly. Clearly, his brother was very different, confident, expressive and clearly not afraid to poke fun at him.
Donnie was refusing to answer, and feeding into it was just what Leo wanted. “Our drinks, please, the usual for me.”
A moment later, he was sliding the drinks your way with careful precision, having both stop directly in front of both of you.
“Thank you, uh...” Shit, you were blanking on his name! How embarrassing…
With a dramatic bow, he took your hand and kissed it. “Oh, how rude of me, allow me to introduce myself. Leonardo, or just Leon, the better half of the Hamato twins and bartender extraordinaire.”
Blushing slightly, you introduced yourself. He was practically oozing charisma, but it was making you feel completely flustered.
Leon still hadn’t released your hand yet, patting it with his other. “Lovely to meet you, I wish you both a wonderful time.” Turning to his brother, he added one final nail in the coffin.
“Your lovely date here deserves to be treated like a lady.” Back to you, he added, “Come find me, Chiquita, if my brother here isn’t doing his part to give you a good time.” His tone was lilting and casual, but not without an ulterior motive, and for a moment, you could see rage simmering in Donnie’s expression. Why would his brother do this? Teasing him was one thing, but why rile him up at the party?
Regardless, it was certainly the final straw, as Donnie took his drink with an edge, glaring at his brother. “Aaaand we’re done here.”
Slipping your arm back through Donnie’s, you turned with him, fretting a little. Leon had angered him for reasons you couldn’t understand. Was the date going to be over now? Not so, he surprised you again by bringing you to a quieter part of this massive hall.
“I apologize for him. He should know better.”
Feeling relieved that he didn’t appear all that affected, you shook your head. “Oh, I’m fine, believe me, he was just saying it to get a rise out of you, brother stuff.”
Tentatively, he reached to stroke a piece of your hair, his expression unreadable, but the gesture was enough to have your breath catch in your throat.
“He should know better than to try to take...” His voice was pitched so low, you could barely hear him, but the sentiment was there, loud and clear. For a moment, he had you—trapped in his amber gaze, which made your heart race with anticipation.
He cleared his throat, just as quickly as it began; the moment was over as he turned back toward the crowd and extended his hand. “Come, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
You went with him as if under his spell, happy to mingle and chat with whoever crossed your path. When it came time to sample the exquisite cuisine tailored for such an event, you met another one of his brothers, the youngest, a ball of energy by the name of Michelangelo.
Mikey was standing behind the set of tables in his chef’s coat and hat with a bright smile on his face. His long black hair—wait…? yes, hair, was pulled back into a bun under a hairnet beneath his chef’s cap. He was positively beaming as you two approached.
“Oh-em-gee! It’s you!” he exclaimed upon seeing you. “I’m Mikey, and everything you see here was made by yours truly! Please, be my guest.”
He was so adorable and friendly, you couldn’t help but smile and introduce yourself while shaking his hand heartily.
“Um, what should I try first?” you asked, to which he sprang into action.
“Oh! Let me make you a plate!” he jumped up and bustled around, picking out favourites for you to try.
You giggled and saw he presented you with two plates: on one were Donnie’s obvious favourites, and on the other a variety of things. He waited in excitement for you to try one of the hors d’oeuvres, practically bouncing.
At trying one of the savoury bites, your eyes widened, the flavours exploding on your tongue as you nodded. “Mmm!” It was one of the tastiest things you’ve ever had.
Mikey looked so proud, brushing his knuckles over his chest with a grin. “That’s what I like to hear.”
“Thank you, Michael,” Donnie said, somewhat eager to be finished with this interaction and get back to spending time with you at the party.
“Yes, thank you!” you smiled, trying another thing on your plate. “So good!”
Mikey waved, a knowing smile on his face. “You two kids have fun now!”
You were still giggling as you walked away. “He seemed nice!”
Donnie offered a slight nod as the two of you found a table to enjoy your food.
“Yes, Michael is arguably the most sociable of us, with Leon as a close second…” He was quite meticulous in the way he carefully ate, only speaking once he was finished chewing and swallowing.
You ate normally, still mindful of your manners as you chatted with him. Still, you were curious about one thing. “What about…there’s four of you, right? Is he here too?”
“Oh yes, Raph insisted on being head of security; he’s right over there.”
Looking in that direction, you saw him standing by the door, looking every bit a security guard. Red bandana, black suit, and an earpiece. He was absolutely massive with his huge biceps straining against the fabric as he crossed his arms. You couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by him—something Donnie immediately picked up on.
“He’s a cinnamon roll,” he said simply. “Looks like he could kill you, but he’s actually a huge softy.”
“Really?” you commented, turning back to look at him. “He’s got that ‘don’t fuck with me’ shtick going on.”
“It’s a front. More than anything, Raph wants people to accept him and not be afraid of him due to his size.” Donnie explained. “But when he works security or does ninja work, he uses it to his advantage.”
You felt your heart soften toward the big guy, now seeing that he was truly a gentle giant. “I hope he finds that—his acceptance.”
“You might not believe it, but the big lug has a wonderful girlfriend, they’re happy, and working towards making their relationship public. The more non-human/human relationships there are, the better it is for all of us to live normal lives.” He took a sip of his Old Fashioned cocktail, his eyes focused elsewhere as he trailed off.
“Is that also what you want? A normal life? Acceptance?” You couldn’t help but wonder if all of them had similar goals.
“I care not for acceptance from the masses, only from those who matter.” He was looking at you again, his intense gaze boring into you, making your heart flutter.
“I agree.” You said softly, keeping your eyes on him until he looked away again, this time at the couples that had gathered on the dance floor.
A slow jazz arrangement was being played by a live band with people following the rhythm easily, wrapped in each other’s embrace.
“Would you care to dance?” he asked, surprising you again with the suddenness of his tone.
“I’d love to.” You sipped the last of your drink and stood, taking his hand and walking the short trek to the dance floor.
Throughout the evening, you’d come to realize that this…this entire event was likely extremely taxing for Donnie. His social battery was probably almost completely drained, yet he was still trying…for you. His priority was making sure you were having a good time, but as he gently guided you into position and placed his hand lightly on the small of your back, bringing you close, maybe, just maybe, it was all worth it.
With his hand in yours, you began to gently sway together to the music, and with your face turned up to look at his, you could see he was entirely focused on you.
Then, he took the lead in what you realized was a type of waltz, gliding along the dance floor with you in his arms and carefully planning his steps while keeping in rhythm with the music.
You’d never waltzed in your life and did your best to follow along while silently praying you didn’t step on his feet. At one point, you weren’t even looking at him; your focus was down, trying to keep yourself in check.
“Eyes on me.” He said, adjusting his hold just slightly to draw you a bit closer to him. “Follow my lead, it is more effective to let your body relax and move along with mine. You can do this.”
With renewed confidence, you took a deep breath while nodding. “I’ll try.”
He was correct in his assessment, and with guidance, you were gliding along with him in no time at all, unbothered and unafraid of a misstep that might result in embarrassment. Your heart soared with a newfound kind of hope, losing yourself in the dance and in his deep, golden eyes.
The music became slower, couples dropping out of their waltzes and seeking dances of a closer nature. Donnie, too, responded by slowing his steps.
It was now that you felt confident enough to make your move. Stepping closer, enough to press your chest against his, you felt him stiffen, his breath catching before adjusting his grip to hold you closer.
You were able to slip your arms under his and rest your hands on the back of his shoulders. When you were sure he was okay with this, you carefully rested your head against his shoulder and moved with him.
This was softer, more intimate, and it felt…right being this close to him. You could feel one of his three-fingered hands sliding up the bodice of your dress and settling against your bare skin. His touch was electric, sending small jolts of need straight to your lower body.
After about a minute of this sweet embrace, he felt bold enough to place his snoot in your hair. His chest expanded in a way that told you he was breathing you in, and a quiet, barely-there rumble had you thinking he was enjoying this. It was almost as if it was just the two of you alone in the room, wrapped in each other’s embrace.
Maybe it was the atmosphere, the close proximity of your bodies or the few glasses of champagne you’d had, but you very much wanted to kiss him. When you tilted your head to look up at him, he had the same intense look as when his brother had made him jealous. It was giving you a thrill, a confidence you did not know you possessed as you gradually brought your face closer to his.
He didn’t look away, nor did he pull back; if anything, he leaned toward you, his intentions seeming to match yours. You were full of intrigue, wondering whether he would actually do it. The thought of his lips pressed against yours had your heart racing, and you drew closer just as he slipped his hand to cup the back of your head. His expression, again, was unreadable, but the look in his eyes said everything.
You were moments away from kissing him when someone tapped his shoulder. He turned with a tsk in his voice, and a quick flash of annoyance at whoever so rudely interrupted him. It faded immediately when he saw that it was his eldest brother, Raph. He couldn’t be mad at him.
“Uh, I’m sorry, it’s time for the speeches.”
He nodded, muttering about how it was that time already, and apologized to you, asking if you could wait with his brother while he addressed the room.
“I’ll be fine, go do what you need to do.” You said, softly. You stepped back from his embrace, your body missing his warmth immediately.
Resigned to his responsibilities, Donnie took the stage to deliver his speech. All the time, his brother never left your side, offering a quiet sort of comfort and protection. He was friendly too, and very kind. You could see why he had a girlfriend. Perhaps you could have something similar in the person currently on stage, battling social anxiety and his need to be back beside you.
At the end of his speech, Donnie thanked the guests, his brothers, and you, proclaiming that you were every bit as lovely as the flowers you’d provided and then thanking you for agreeing to be his date. You were sure he could see the way your cheeks turned pink from his spot on the stage.
Once all the formalities were complete and the hour grew late, the night ended, and it was time to take you home. He was unusually quiet as he led you to the limo, almost making you wonder if something was bothering him. But no, as the driver slowly merged onto the street, his hand found yours, fingers intertwined in silent reassurance.
That sealed it, you were going to do something you’d never done in your life—you only hoped it didn’t blow up in your face.
As the car came to a stop, he took his hand from yours, suddenly becoming all stiff while attempting a polite goodbye.
“Thank you for your accompaniment tonight. It was…quite enjoyable.”
“I had a wonderful time.” You smiled sweetly, trying to work up the courage.
“Yes, well, I won’t keep you. Please get inside safely, and we will wait until you do.” He was being overly formal and too polite, which wouldn’t do at all.
“I think I may need some assistance.” You said suddenly, glancing toward the door.
His confusion was evident. “Surely you are capable of buzzing yourself in, unless you’ve misplaced your key, and I know that you have not.”
“Yes, but…I believe I might require some company.”
For a man who claimed to be a genius, he really was quite clueless when it came to hints such as these. “…you require company in unlocking the door to your apartment?”
Okay, time to be completely transparent and hit him over the head with it. “Donnie, I’m asking you up to my apartment, check the box, yes, or no.” You literally drew a few squares in the air with a checkmark and an ‘x’ to drive your point home.
Donnie was stunned, incredibly so, with his mouth slightly open and his breath coming in quick, shallow pants. Oh, shit, you were already regretting this. Based on your observations, he was freaking out and probably going to refuse your invitation, and you’d never be able to face him again.
He was taking too long to answer, and you just felt the need to run. Escape seemed like a better option than facing rejection, and you were mumbling apologies while moving to open the door for yourself.
“Yes.”
Did you hear him correctly? Turning, you saw him making a checkmark in the air with one of those ridiculously long fingers of his.
“Yes?” You needed to be sure.
“Yes. I’d be happy to accept your invitation.” He sounded very sure of his decision despite having looked like he was experiencing the blue screen of death earlier.
You flushed as you finally opened the door. “O-okay, um, please.” You stepped out and watched him thank the driver before joining you.
You fumbled with your keys, dropping them as you went to unlock the door to the lobby.
Keep it together, you wanted this, remember?
“Allow me.” The keys were retrieved, and the correct one was slipped into the lock, granting you both entry to your building. It was a short journey to your apartment, and again, he used your key to unlock that door, too.
Now it was real: you were both finally alone in a private space, and since you were woefully inexperienced at taking men home for one-night stands, you did not know how to proceed.
“Um…let me just…I’ll get you a drink.” Awkwardly, you hung your shawl and your purse on the hooks by your front door and took a step toward the kitchen.
Or, at least, you tried. Your strappy heels and the fact that you had been on your feet for hours were not your friend. You began to pitch forward, well on your way to falling, while you cried out in surprise. Impact was imminent, or so you thought.
A large hand shot out and caught your waist. In an instant, you were pressed against something solid and unyielding, with your head cradled in his other hand, and his concerned expression fixed on you.
“Are you alright?”
Those were some quick reflexes, you noted while your face burned with embarrassment. “Y-yes, thank you.” Again, those eyes, such an intense shade of brownish gold, were fixed right on you, and your heart leapt into your throat, unable to speak for a moment, so he did.
“You need not trouble yourself with refreshments; we both know the real reason as to why you invited me up here.”
If possible, your body temperature climbed a few degrees more, and you couldn’t help but nod. “How do you feel about that?”
“It’s…honestly more than I was expecting, or could’ve hoped to have.” He admitted, gently sliding his knuckle along the curve of your cheek. “But if you’re willing, then so am I.” His voice dropped to a husk as his thumb gently tilted your chin up.
Holy shit, this is it. With a trembling breath on his part, he pressed his mouth to yours with such gentleness at first, barely a brush, but with some careful encouragement, he added a bit more pressure, sealing his lips firmly on yours.
A tiny moan managed to force its way out, and his grip on you tightened slightly. It seemed your sounds of enjoyment were all the encouragement he needed to continue, and deepening the kiss was next on his list for causing your knees to buckle.
A fire was building. Your lips fused with his, and it was so intense that you clung to him when he pulled away. It seemed as if he was processing how much he enjoyed that, his tongue darting out briefly to taste the lingering hint of you. Then the mood shifted suddenly as he stepped back, carefully steadying you on your feet before clearing his throat.
“Do you truly wish to engage in sexual intercourse with me? I require your verbal consent.” He was completely serious, and you found yourself at a loss on how to answer him at first. Did you want to? Well, yes, you’d just never had a man pose the question in quite this way.
But Donatello was not just any man. He was different, both in physical appearance and in his mannerisms.
As the seconds ticked by, he waited patiently, though he appeared slightly unsure of himself, hoping the answer would be in the affirmative. There was no need for him to say anything further to convince you; either you wanted to, or you didn’t.
“Yes. I do want to.” You drew a checkmark in the air to bolster your response and saw that it pleased him.
He seemed to relax a bit; a barely audible breath of relief was the only thing that told you he was glad he’d asked.
“Thank you.” He said in response. “I must add that in addition to this, if you decide at any time that you wish to terminate the agreement, I shall understand and leave immediately.”
“I appreciate that.” You smiled in amusement. “Anything else I should know before we begin?”
“Yes, I feel I must warn you, as a mutant turtle, my anatomy is quite different than that of a human male’s, mainly my outward appearance when aroused. You may note the lack of external testicles and the addition of a cloaca to which my…phallus will emerge from. Is this acceptable?” The way he spoke, with little to no expression, told you he’d had this conversation before and wanted no surprises.
Now you were immediately intrigued, wondering just how different his dick would look. “Yes, it’s acceptable.”
“Would you like to see it?” He was almost reading your mind at this point, and a nervous laugh escaped you as you wondered if he planned to go about this. Was he about to drop his pants here and now, or pull up a photo of his dick on his phone? He continued by unbuttoning his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeve to reveal a tech device strapped to his wrist. “I find it is best to be prepared, for your comfort and mine.”
“I, uh, yes, I’m very curious,” you admitted, watching him tap something onto the band and gasping as he pulled up a 3D model. It was exactly as he described… his manhood, and it was definitely not human.
He kept it up as long as you needed to get a good look at it. If it was true to size, then it was definitely the largest you’d ever had, large but not impossible with some time and patience. The appearance of his cock had you incredibly intrigued. You could see it extended from a slit, his cloaca as described, and the shaft was thicker at the base, tapering to a unique tip with about five fleshy protrusions flaring out from the glans. Could he move those? You couldn’t wait to find out.
“Do you have any questions?” he was prepared to wait for you to be ready, so easily that it was endearing to say the least. Casually asking as though he didn’t have a 3D model of his own dick on display.
“Can…the…tips move?” you asked. “Is this model true to size?”
“Yes, and yes,” he answered honestly, a small bit of pride in his tone, pleased you were so curious about it.
“Okay, well, that was enlightening, thank you.” He sent the model back to his device while telling you that you were welcome to direct any further inquiries to him.
You had a million other questions, but knew most would be answered as things progressed, so instead you asked the most pressing one of all.
“Do you see this continuing beyond this night?” Now, you could handle weird anatomy, behaviours related to his turtle nature, and the fact that he was a big shot CEO, but the thought of this being the only encounter you’d ever have with him left you feeling empty, and you suddenly couldn’t bear a one-off where you’d never see him again.
“I do indeed.” He answered, without pausing. “I would not have proposed this otherwise…” He paused, moving to cradle the back of your head again before continuing, “I had thought this encounter would have taken place at a later date, but if you are willing, then so am I—very willing.”
That right there sent a jolt of desire straight to your core. “Me too.” Feeling more confident, you slid your hands from his chest to his shoulders underneath his suit jacket. “May I?”
“You may.”
Both of you kept your gaze as the thousand-dollar suit jacket hit the floor, and Donnie stepped forward into your space to gather you close again.
“I should like to divest you of your gown, as stunning as you look, I feel the garment may be a bit too restrictive…”
“You may.” You were practically buzzing with excitement, and slipped your arms around his neck as he slowly drew the zipper down, keeping a hand on your side.
The dress fell to the floor with a soft thud, leaving you in nothing but your undergarments—a delicate pair of underwear and your strapless bra. You still had tights on as well, and he just stared, his expression flat and calculating.
Nervous at suddenly being so exposed, you teased him in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Don’t like what you see?”
“On the contrary, I find you very aesthetically pleasing. Particularly here.” One of his hands drew its way up your thighs, squeezing the fullness gently.
Your voice came breathless and belaying your need to have him tell you more as you replied, “A thigh man, I see…”
Without warning, you were swept completely off your feet, strappy heels still on, but now he could reach the delicate clasps on them, and they too went clattering to the floor to join your dress and his suit jacket.
“Actually, I find all aspects of you to be quite…alluring. You are a very beautiful woman, and I look forward to seeing what makes you tick.”
With a declaration like that making you blush, he carried you off to your bedroom. It was no mystery to him, since he’d already known the layout of your apartment. Donnie was efficient like that; there was no point in wasting time when there was a woman to romance.
You were laid ever-so-gently on the bed as if you were a type of priceless artifact or gem just waiting to be examined. From there, he methodically began unbuttoning his shirt and removing his pants. Stepping out of those, he was left in his mask and a pair of tight, black boxer briefs.
Looking at him, you found the dark marks across his mask to be somehow adorable. They accentuated his brow ridges, giving the appearance of eyebrows when clearly it would be impossible for him to grow a pair of his own.
“The mask stays on?” you questioned, already knowing the answer.
“The mask stays on.” He confirmed, placing a knee on the bed and crawling over you.
His tight boxer briefs were absolutely sinful, leaving nothing to the imagination. If he was aroused, you couldn’t tell yet, but in the low light, his sharp features were even more pronounced, his expression calm, but intense.
You drew a trembling breath as he settled himself over you, a comforting weight, distributed carefully as not to crush you. Placing a hand on your face, he rubbed the pad of his thumb along your cheek. He must have sensed your nervousness, for when he next spoke, it was soft and gentle. “My dear, again, you can tell me no at any time. I mean for this to be a deeply pleasurable experience for both of us. Let me show you.”
All you could do was nod, exhaling shakily when he ran a hand along your chest, smoothing it across your skin. Warmth erupted in your belly as he travelled further, finding your erogenous zones like he was finding weak spots in a circuit board. Your breasts were of particular interest to him, and with your consent, your bra was tossed away, discarded quickly after undoing the clasp.
“Perfection.” He breathed, testing the weight of them in his hands and brushing the quickly hardening peaks with his thumbs.
You sucked in a breath and bit back a moan that was quickly swallowed by the sudden kiss he bestowed. Passions were igniting, like two chemical compounds coming together to create something new, so were the two of you, and he was nowhere near finished with you yet.
Your own hands were clinging to his shoulders while your tongues were engaged in a battle for dominance. Finally, he broke away, but only to give you air and to place his mouth elsewhere. First, the valley between your breasts and then the nipple itself, sending you arching off the mattress slightly.
This was a favourable reaction, for he smiled against your skin, drawing out the sensation with his teasing tongue a few moments more before switching to the other breast. His mouth was on a journey, traversing your soft skin, travelling lower and causing your breath to catch as he reached the band of your tights.
“Your scent is intoxicating…I need to go directly to the source…with your permission, that is.” His voice had dropped, thick and with so much want for you, it was impossible to deny him.
“Yes…” You lifted your hips for him to remove whatever was left, your tights and underwear being dropped to the floor along with everything else. Slick had already been gathering between your legs, and when he spread your thighs to open you to him, he practically growled.
“You… are absolute perfection…” He looked just about ready to devour you, and you were not about to tell him no.
The speed and enthusiasm in which he dove between your legs had you arched up and gasping. His tongue was hot and searching, tracing a path from your opening right up to your clit and pausing there, licking and sucking gently while you fisted the sheets in your hands.
This time, you openly groaned, chanting ‘yes’ softly as you spread your trembling legs wider for him. He seemed intent on drowning himself in you, your scent, your soft thighs, everything, and he was completely intent on showing you just how well he could use that silver tongue of his.
“Fuck!” You cried when his teeth grazed your most sensitive area, and he hummed. This time, your thighs went for an involuntary squeeze over his head, and his hands were quick to apply gentle pressure, holding you open to him. The vibrations conjured up from deep in his throat brought an added layer of pleasure to his already relentless tongue.
The rumbling grew louder, and you practically jolted when he thrust his long tongue deep inside you. The length of it was enough to reach a certain textured patch, the one most men have ceased to do anything with. His thumb still worked, rubbing your clit in circular motions, pushing you closer and closer to the precipice of release.
Your breath came in soft, shallow pants. Squirming and giving him a soft cry, you gasped out, “Close! Donnie! I’m…!”
He withdrew, grinning salaciously over the soft expanse of your belly while his ministrations continued. “I want to hear you scream for me.”
This simple, nearly emotionless command was accompanied by him diving back into your center, his tongue once again resuming its persistent dance upon your clit.
Your body jerked, you with an open-mouthed scream, arched your back and cried out wantonly from the rush of pleasure overtaking your body.
Unlike most men you’d been with, who barely went beyond a few licks just enough to get you wet so they could get what they wanted, Donnie lingered, drawing out every last ounce of dopamine and oxytocin your body had to give.
“Orgasm…la petite mort, or the little death. Still with me?” He said, gently rubbing your thighs, soothing the areas where he gripped you tightly just moments ago.
You were still catching your breath, body still shuddering with post-orgasm aftershocks, when you realized he was saying something to you. The experience had been so intense that your brain needed a moment to log back in.
“Yes…that was…holy shit…no one has ever gotten me off like that.” You tried propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him and saw he had quite the self-satisfied grin upon his face.
“That would be because you’ve never had anyone like me before.” He’d cleaned the evidence of your release from his lips and moved up next to you while speaking. “I can guarantee with much certainty that all of your previous encounters will pale in comparison to this one.”
Cocky bastard, you thought with amusement as you settled back into his arms. “You seem very sure of yourself.”
He chuckled deeply, his hand brushing over your breast and giving your nipple a light pinch. There was something darker in his gaze this time, and it brought a fluttering thrill deep in your core. “If you need to be convinced further of my sexual prowess, I would be happy to draw two or more orgasms from you. As many as it takes until you lose the ability to think with nothing but my name upon your lips, begging for me to fuck you.”
If possible, you were even wetter from that statement, holy shit. “Okay…point made…” There were no further arguments from you as he bent, kissing you slowly. You felt him shift a little and realized he was finally removing his last piece of clothing, the stiffness against your thighs evidence of his own arousal.
This, you needed to see and broke the kiss just as he was kicking away his underwear. You had been grateful that he prepared you for it, but it was still one of the most remarkable things you’ve ever seen. Emerging from his slit, his cock was a deep violet fading into a softer rose at the tip of his shaft. The fleshy protrusions you saw in the diagram could indeed move on their own, and you saw them twitch a little involuntarily. How would that feel inside, hitting the deepest, most intimate part of you? You needed to find out. Impatiently, you moved your hips, hoping to entice him into entering you sooner.
Donnie, though, refused to be hurried. After you got a good look at what he had to offer you, he was kissing you again with a soft growl of satisfaction. He liked that the sight of him had pleased you and not had the opposite effect. If anything, it made you all the more excited to have him.
“Please…” You breathed when he finally broke free from your mouth.
“Please, what?” He husked, hiking up your legs and slipping them over his shoulders.
Your face burned since you were not the type to say things such as these, but as you felt the unique head of his cock pressing against your opening and going no further, you would’ve said anything to have him breach your entrance.
“Please fuck me, Donatello…I need you.”
He groaned, some of that carefully controlled demeanour slipping as you felt the fleshy bits contract just enough for him to slip inside. “Relax for me…” he growled.
Another gasp was pulled from your throat as you’d tensed up slightly from the size of him. At his request, though, you took a deep breath, relaxing your inner muscles to the point where he could go further, those protrusions flaring out delightfully once he was a few inches in.
“Perfection…” He groaned, shuddering a little as he filled you completely.
Your knees were resting on his shoulders as he sat back on his thighs, lifting your hips to meet his while giving you some time to get used to him.
“Donnie…” you moaned, “You feel…infuckingcredible…”
He huffed out a laugh, pulling out just a little to thrust back inside. “I appreciate the compliment, but…I’ve barely begun. Please reserve your words of delight until after I’ve made you cum on my cock…repeatedly.”
His final word was punctuated with another thrust, this time deeper, followed by another, his hands gripping your hips to turn those errant movements into a steady rhythm, perfectly tailored to your body’s needs. Knowing your shoe size and how to navigate your apartment was one thing, but shifting that knowledge into a more intimate understanding—knowing exactly what it took to make you scream—was a feat no other man had ever been able to achieve.
Donatello Hamato was about to wreck you for any further partners, and you were not about to stop him.
Your moans, the uncontrollable soft sounds of pleasure that he drew out of you with every thrust, seemed to bolster his resolve. He revelled in the way you reached for him, needing him closer, wanting his lips on yours.
“Harder…” You gasped, watching him bend your legs into you more, just enough for his face to be brought down to yours, capturing your lips in a series of feverish kisses while his hips snapped into yours harder and faster than before.
Your second orgasm had been steadily growing like a small flame, but now, with Donnie’s hips snapping into you, it had become a wildfire, threatening to overtake you by surprise. Suddenly, you were gasping, eyes wide, as your whole body shuddered with release, and your cries were ragged as you brokenly cried out, “No, not yet!”
His pace never faltered, fucking you with ease while you fell apart beneath him. You weren’t ready for it to be over just yet, but when you finally came down from the high, you quickly came to realize he was still hard. He hadn’t finished, far from it in fact, as he was still on task, his expression darker than before as he gave you one more particularly hard thrust and stopped.
“Turn.” His tone made your skin prickle, low and with the subtle warning that this command must be obeyed. You did as he asked, turning on your side and waiting with bated breath.
From behind you, he was repositioning himself and lifting up one of your thighs to slide back into you. His length was such that this was an easy task for him, and this new position brought an entirely new set of sensations.
“You will cum for me one more time. We aren’t finished here yet.”
You didn’t know how, nor could you even question his ability to keep going; all you could manage was a whimpering moan as he began to move. With your upper leg raised, he ground his hips against your rear, increasing his pace to what it had been prior to this change in position. This was the endgame, and you were trembling all over with your third orgasm on the rise.
He was speaking again, whispering filthy praise as his hand slid between your legs to play with your oversensitive center.
“So fucking sweet, taking my cock so well…I knew you’d be the one…”
A strangled cry was your response, your thighs shaking as your inner walls were clamping down on him once more.
“I can feel you…you’re close.” The rough pad of his thumb was unrelenting, and he was fucking you harder while you hooked your leg on his. All that could be heard was the slap of his skin against yours, accompanied by your cries of pleasure and the deep grunts of effort from him. “Let…go…for…me.”
It was inevitable, your breath quickening as your body tensed before you were overcome once again with an overwhelming amount of pleasure. This time, you practically screamed his name, and he groaned from behind you, dipping his face into your neck with a few more uneven thrusts.
You knew the moment he came, filling you with his warmth as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix for the final time. He was panting softly behind you, his hot breath on your neck as he seemed hesitant to move for a minute. Your heart was pounding as you also needed to catch your breath.
“Did you…find that experience to be satisfactory?” he murmured, finally lifting his head while you turned to meet his gaze.
“That was…more than satisfactory…I can’t even find the words…” You huffed out a soft laugh. “I think you’ve ruined me.”
“Ruined you?” He looked slightly amused as he carefully removed himself from you so that you might turn properly so he could hold you in his arms. “As in…for all future men, I’m assuming?”
“Yes,” you laughed, your cheeks pink. “None will compare.”
He paused in his response, caught in a moment of quiet reflection before kissing you softly. “No, they won’t because there will be no others,” he said softly, cupping your cheek. “Because unless I’m wrong, and I’m never wrong…you won’t wish to be with any of them.”
It was not just the tone of finality he used and his intense, yet soft gaze; it was how he failed to hide some of his vulnerability in the way he spoke. It wasn’t just about the sex; he genuinely wanted to be with you.
Sucking in a soft breath, you lowered your voice just slightly, “Just with you?”
“If you’ll have me.” He kissed the inside of your wrist and held you in that tenderness for a brief moment. “You are more than an adequate mate. I feel as though I’ve always known that it would be you.”
Your head was spinning with the onslaught of information. Did you feel the same? This was moving faster than you’d previously thought. Perhaps this man did not want to waste time on these things, and based on what you knew of him, efficiency was the best course of action when it came to doing things such as ‘finding a mate’.
You couldn’t help but think back to the gala. The sideways glances—those who were wondering what you were doing there with him. Was there really a place for you in his world of finery and upper-class status?
“I…if you're sure you’ll have me. I’m just a flower shop girl, no one noteworthy, just a person trying to keep a small business afloat. You deal in million-dollar deals…I deal in…plants.” You sighed, wondering where this unhealthy dose of self-deprecation came from. That wasn’t attractive. Why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut? This is what you wanted!
Donatello tsked, quietly conveying his disapproval of you being so unkind to yourself before speaking. “Have I not made myself clear in my intentions?” He asked you pointedly while rubbing your shoulder with his thumb. “I can assure you that no decision tonight was made lightly. I know what I want, and it is unapologetically and irrevocably…you.”
A small, but hopeful smile spread from one corner of your mouth to the other. Still, you felt the need to ask, “Why me?
“Because, whether you realize it or not, you are remarkable in all ways. Strength, kindness, tenacity—you possess all of these qualities and more. Fighting when the odds are low and persevering when faced with adversity—I admire you for it.” He paused, pressing his forehead to yours as he continued. “In the chaos of my life, you are the rain that washes away my stress—you are a grounding force, a reminder for me to breathe and take things as they are. You are the calming sprig of Lavender I tuck into my suit pocket every day, need I go on?”
You shook your head, tears gathering in your eyes as you smiled more. “I think you’ve made your point.” You wavered, your throat thick with emotion.
He chuckled softly, brushing away tears before kissing you softly. “Please, do not ever doubt yourself again. Your worthiness is not measured by your current status in the corporate world or life itself. You are worthy in my eyes, and that is all that matters.”
With a soft sob, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing yourself as close as you could to convey your appreciation for him. He held you just as tightly, whispering all of the ways he was going to please you just as soon as you’d had some time to recover.
You got very little sleep that night.
*****
In the days, weeks, and months that followed, true to his word, Donatello was quick to establish the relationship between you both, nurturing the tiny sprout of connection with phone calls, texts, and actual dates. He’d also taken to having you go up to his office to sign the order slips for the flower deliveries. It was a shameless display of leverage to have you all to himself in his soundproofed office. He’d bolt the door, hold all calls and take full advantage of your presence, usually by bending you over on that smooth mahogany desk of his. That desk wasn’t just meant to sit there and look pretty, and neither were you.
He didn't care at all about what others thought, even when the tabloids started appearing, portraying you in quite an unflattering way. Mysteriously, all copies of those magazines vanished overnight, and no new issues ever showed up again. You couldn’t prove it, but you knew he had something to do with that. He even released a statement addressing the rumours that had begun to spin out of control. Donatello Hamato was officially off the market, and he demanded his privacy on the matter.
Finally, you were able to see his true self emerge, and he was…slightly unhinged, as you expected. At the risk of sounding ‘crazy’, he did ask for your consent to place a tracking device on you—not a subcutaneous one yet, but a highly advanced version of an AirTag. You did agree to it, and after learning all the history with his brothers and enemies that still existed, you would consent to the subcutaneous one in the future. He introduced you to his world, his family, and gave you exclusive access to his most personal areas, including his lab in their old home. You attended events and press conferences where his brothers served as your own personal bodyguards. You’d gotten to know them better, too, and Leonardo had personally apologized for his callous remark at the gala. You’d suspected he was a bit jealous of his brother, stemming from being the only one without a partner. You’d forgiven him and were now besties with all of them. You’d also met Mikey and Raph’s girlfriends as well.
Throughout all of this, you thought that maybe all this attention might boost your sales and generate more revenue. Sales were down, and you were in your lowest-income month since opening day, struggling to make ends meet. It had gotten so bad that you were in danger of not being able to afford your rent payment. You’d refrained from revealing this information to Donnie. It was not his problem to solve, and he was likely aware of the situation regardless. Instead of offering you a way out, he’d suggested dinner with your parents. It was the next likely step in your relationship, and you’d hesitated to agree. Your reluctance had nothing to do with him; your parents were well-educated and ‘picky’ about certain aspects regarding your life choices. He assured you that everything would proceed as expected and that you need not worry.
Admittedly, you were concerned that your parents might not accept your choice of partner, but they ended up quite pleased. Donnie had reserved a spot at one of the most exclusive restaurants in NYC, a rotating dome atop a skyscraper, offering a breathtaking view. His influence and reach were remarkable, and he behaved like a perfect gentleman, introducing himself to your parents and guiding everyone to the table.
Dinner conversation weaved between questions of his success, to how you both met, and wound down to the topic you’d been dreading—your business.
“So, how is the shop faring?” Your mother asked airily while sipping her wine. You knew better than to take her at face value at this point, as she was clearly fishing for a reason to criticize your business decisions, but despite that, you thought it best to be somewhat honest with her. Something about Donnie being there had bolstered your confidence on the matter.
“Business is…low at the moment, could be better, but wedding season is nearly here and—”
“Oh, my poor girl!” She sighed in quite a dramatic fashion. “You don’t need to be so modest. I know the shop is struggling! It was a lofty dream to open a flower shop in one of the most prodigious areas in the city after all.”
God, she was infuriating. You cast a quick glance at Donnie, but he remained impassive, and instead, you prepared to defend yourself. “I’ll be fine,” you said evenly. “I always manage to make it through.”
“So you say, I think you should be counting yourself lucky that you caught the eye of this one. You don’t have to worry anymore.” She casually gestured at Donnie, who still held a neutral expression but had raised one of his drawn-on eyebrows at her comment.
“And what do you mean by that, Mother?” Oh, this situation was deteriorating, and you tried your best to keep calm and collected as you challenged her.
She huffed softly, “When your business inevitably fails, he can bail you out or give you a job. It’s perfect.”
That was the last straw, curse her! You were two seconds from getting up from the table and leaving when you felt Donnie’s hand clamp down gently on your shoulder. Then he was addressing your mother directly.
“I won’t be.” He said calmly, catching her shocked gaze, “giving her a job, that is.” Your mother was sputtering then, accusing him of letting you fall, when again he silenced her by speaking. “Her business is not going to fail, not because I can ‘bail her out’ as you so eloquently put it, but because I will be providing her with the tools to succeed.” His tone left no room for argument as he went on to explain all the ways he would strengthen your shop, business plans, advertising, and catering events. You would be the one to save your business, not him, and for the first time ever, you felt seen. Your ideas, thoughts, goals and aspirations mattered, and your successes and achievements were going to be your own. This shop was important to you and, therefore, important to him.
Your parents were stunned into silence, then quietly apologized for their rudeness. You accepted, and the evening was salvaged incredibly. Donnie had unknowingly put in place the first few stitches in repairing your relationship with your parents, and you could not thank him enough for coming to your defence.
At the end of the night, goodbyes were exchanged, and the two of you headed back to his apartment, where things quickly became heated once again. This time, in the aftermath, you shared the one thing you had been meaning to tell him for a while.
“I love you.”
Without missing a beat, his expression became tender as he replied, “I love you too.”
“Thank you.”
“No thanks needed, it was a gift.” He said softly, gently caressing your hair. He’d said the same thing when you thanked him for the dress all those months ago. “You deserve everything, and more.”
You kissed him softly, savouring it before pulling back. “You have everything I have to offer. My whole heart belongs to you.”
“I shall hold it carefully.” He promised, “For it too, is a gift, as are you.”
Even while being present for such a heartwarming moment, you still sometimes had to convince yourself that this was not, in fact, a dream. It was unbelievable, almost like a fairy tale. He, the closed-off, impassive big-time CEO, found you, the sunny, bright, humble woman working in the flower shop. Although you were the unknown variable in this equation, together, you made the perfect solution—the answer to all of life’s difficulties.
There would still be challenges, of course—questions to be answered and matters to discuss—but for now, they were content to lie in each other’s arms, dreaming of what the future might hold. You had a feeling it would be as bright and sunny as the flowers you arranged every day.
Leo never seems to shut up. There’s almost always a crack or a quip tugging at his tongue, ready to burst without a second thought. He’s always got commentary, most especially during the throws of family movie night or in the midst of battle. Sometimes it’s charismatic and uplifting, other times it’s uncouth and unwarranted. Some find it irritating. You manage to find it charming. You’ll never forget his words during that funeral he’d accidentally crashed. It’s a pretty prominent part of who he is. Leon “Face Man” Splinterson Hamato almost never shuts the fuck up.
But… there are times he’s speechless. It’s uncommon and scary, but never completely unwelcome. Especially not when he’s deep in your guts. The tip of his cock nudging and kissing at your cervix tends to really do all the talking.
It surprised you the first time he’d pressed inside and gone completely quiet, save for the low whines and quiet groans he’d make to accompany the wet squelches of him twitching between your slippery, velvety walls. His eyes had rolled closed as he bottomed out, taking a moment to sit and bask in the warm and gooey twitching goodness of your cunt. It greatly contrasted his talkative attitude just seconds ago, trading the expected dirty talking for the charged breathing and sweet churr in his chest.
His already wrecked appearance more than made up for the shell shock. Despite the light drooling, his brain is moving as fast as usual, if not faster. His eyes are calculated, darting to various parts of your form to commit the image to memory (“For my personal spank bank” he’d later confide in jest, but even more serious). His cheeks burn a tone that rivals the red of the crescents under his eyes and his markings always light up when he’s approaching his release.
He always takes a deep inhale before leaning down to nose his beak into your neck, claims he can hear you better when he’s right on top of your pulse and the smell of where he constantly marks your neck helps him focus. He’d rather you on top, perfectly situated in his lap so he can watch the bulge on your tummy bounce in quiet content. He’ll pleasantly settle for anything else if you spare him a few minutes to just sit inside and relish in the warmth of your arousal.
His voice always returns when he’s sure you’re close, ready and willing to gently crash you into orgasm and remind you of how pretty you are, how well you take his cock, how much he’d love to keep you speared around him forever, his perfect cum-drunk baby. All the words that were caught in his throat from the awe of being so intertwined seem to spill just in time to push you over that last edge, amplified with the way you squeeze him deeper inside.
Hi👋 it is the very first time for me to ask. so, can you please do a rottmnt Raph smut. Shown how sweet he is. And his (girlfriend or the reader) has size kink (and maybe he has it too) in a fluff and smut way ☺️ i really love how cute but strong he is
I really love your works its so good thank you and please have your time 🫶
There’s No Such Thing As Too Big (Fluff) (18+)
Rise!Raphael x reader
A/N: Not as long or as detailed as I originally wanted it to be, but that’s just how it goes sometimes. Hope you’ll enjoy anyway!❤️
All characters are aged up.
Warnings: Size kink, a little bit of pain.
It didn't matter how many times you and Raphael spent together, wrapped up in the same bedsheets together, with Raph's member moving in and out of you, he would always seem just a little too big for you. But you loved it. Feeling Raph's truly enormous penis stretch you out, bordering on too painful, was addicting to you.
The first time you and Raphael had sex together, the mere size of him was enough to make you scared. And to be honest, Raph was scared too. You were scared of getting hurt, and he was scared of hurting you. But neither of you could have expected what would happen, when Raph first started to line himself up with your entrance.
Though you were scared, you couldn't help but feel excitement grow from deep within you. And from the moment Raph slowly started to push his large head into you, excitement mixed with pain and pleasure in an intoxicating mix. You almost cried.
When Raph noticed the tears in your eyes, he was ready to stop. It did not matter how good it felt to him, to feel your tight cunt around him, he could not continue knowing that you were crying. But when you refused to let him pull out, telling him that you liked it and wanted him to continue, he did exactly as you wanted, allowing himself to take pleasure in it as well.
Had you not told Raph that you liked it, he would feel ashamed for taking pleasure in stretching you out. That the act of making you feel pain in any way, should not make him feel as good as it did. But when he learned that you liked it too, he could finally stop feeling guilty. Now he could openly express to you, what your tightness and whimpers did to him.
And that was how you and Raph discovered that you both had a size kink. And from that day forward, it was a fixed part of your sex life.
You and Raphael would make a show of how large his member was, before he would split you open with it. You would use both of your hands to jerk him off, taking notice of how two hands still wasn’t enough to cover all of him. Or how you weren’t even able to fit all of him into your mouth, or even laying his hard penis on your stomach, to show you just how far he would thrust into you.
But even during the mild pain of Raph’s thickness stretching you out, you felt so loved and cared for. Indulging in the way he barely seemed to fit inside of you, didn’t stop him from holding you close, and kissing all over your face, telling you just how much he loved you. The best way you could describe it, was down right rough and sexy, yet so loving and caring. Raph somehow managed to make the two merge together so easily, in a way you had never experienced before him.
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This is 2012 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles x Gender Neutral Reader but female anatomy is mentioned.
Everyone will be AGED up in this, so please don't come after me.
This will contain: Reader-Insert, No use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, Gender Neutral Reader, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Eventual Smut, Awkward Romance, Leo sucks at flirting, Protective Leonardo, Protective Raphael, Soft Raphael, Raphael needs a hug, Scientist Donatello, Michelangelo has ADHD, Protective Michelangelo, Violence, Mentioned Kranng, Good friend April O'Neil, April won't be annoying as in the show, Casey Jones is a little shit, Good friend Casey Jones, Casey Jones has ADHD, Reader was an experiment by the foot clan and Shredder, But escapes, College, Bullies, Pet Name, Nickname, Praise kink, Size kink, NO turtlecest.. weirdos, Voice kink, Making out, Aftercare, Secrets, Reader doesn't tell anyone that they were a experiment, Reader has powers, The turtles find out soon or later in the story, Panic Attacks, AGED-UP Characters, PTSD, Nightmares, April and Casey are a couple, reader is half-siblings with Karai.
Reader is based on an underrated character from A certain scientific railgun. Powers will be based on by Mikoto Misaka's powers for this story.
Haven't watched 2012 TMNT in a WHILE, so it may not be fully accurate to any of the show episodes or characters.
AO3 -> See chapters first on my Ao3 page, quicker access to future chapters
Summary: In this story, you are Experiment 001 who escaped from Shredder and the Foot clan. Being found by April O'Neil who takes you into her apartment, she was now the only one you trust but the sudden feeling that she was hiding something whenever she leaves for the night, you decided to follow her until you found out about the four turtles she always meet down at the sewers.
This contains SMUT! (He's 24 in this!.. Please don't come after me T-T)
Warnings : Leo is in middle 20's, Mention of Insomnia, Headcanon that Leo has Insomnia, Reader also has Insomnia, Reader Insert, No use of Y/N for Reader Insert, First time, Nicknames (Mi amor, Big guy, Sweetheart, Baby, Pretty girl), Teasing, Female Reader, Doggystyle (kinda?), Oral (female receiving), Fingering, Soft Dom Leo, Sub Reader, Aged up characters, Leo's marks glow when he's close... WHO SAID THAT?, Size kink, Scenting, Scent kink, P in V, Praising.. like a lot, I suck at turtle anatomy.. Fluff, Cuddles at the end, Aftercare, Trying to stay quiet, small mention of oblivious reader.. smh
A/n: I'm still continuing on my other stuff too! So hopefully I get that out before I start my TAFE classes (too late for that ho). Also wrote the start of this in my online class.
P.S - This might be my longest smut fic ever, ALSO 5 FUCKING THOUSAND WORDS!
It was late at night, maybe around 2:03am already.
For once, there were no patrols for the four ninja turtles to go on, no foot clan causing any trouble, no villains trying to run the streets.
And thankfully no aliens to try and threaten the human society of New York. The lair has settled into silence, everyone.. well surely everyone is now fast asleep, dreaming away.
The constant sound of flowing waters and the hum of the old pipes down in the sewers behind the rickety brick walls of the lair. It was peaceful.. quiet.
Lucky for you, your red-eared slider turtles boyfriend had invited you over for a sleepover and of course you accepted the offer. Why wouldn't you?
Spending the late night with Leo was always something you looked forward to. Whether it be the two of you staying up and talking for hours on end about your days. Video games, watching terrible rom-com movies with those cheesy plotlines.
Or just laying side by side while listening out for each other. It always somehow becomes one of your favourite things to do with Leo.
Although your sleepover also has a funny habit of ending with someone yelling for the both of you to be quiet. Usually Raph is the one to come down and tell you two off for being noisy.
Maybe Donnie as well.
Leo always made sure that you were enjoying yourself and that you were comfortable. He always cracks one of his jokes here and there, throwing playful zingers and dramatically acting out scene from the previous movies you both have watched together.
He always lived to see that adorable smile wide on your face. And it works all the time.
Tonight was somewhat different. You had honestly thought your turtle boyfriend had finally fallen asleep. His breathing was slow and steady. You were glad he was finally getting the sleep he deserved.
So you carefully peeled the arm that was wrapped around you waist and onto his side, pulling away and sitting straight up on the bed. Slowly you got off the bed and quietly tried to make your way out of the room.
Your feet tip-toed across the room as you nearly tumbled over his stuff on the floor. You sighed softly, even telling Leo to pick up his stuff, he never does.
Finally you made it to the other side and lifting the curtain up and made your way down the hall, the curtain swaying back into place.
You let out the breath you were holding. Mission Successful.
Now all you need to do is try not to wake anyone up for being in the kitchen.
The hall of the sewers was somewhat dimmed by the lit up candles to guide you in the darkness of the sewers. Reaching up a hand to rub the tiredness out of your eyes as you made it to the kitchen.
You weren't exactly hungry but you were desperate.
April had told or mentioned that drinking something warm before bed could help you fall asleep faster since you have told her about your insomnia once.
Warm milk.
Tea.
Hot chocolate. Anything to help you.
You hoped she was right or else you were going to hunt her ass for lying.
Suppressing a yawn, you opened the refrigerator and grabbed the carton of milk, the cool air of the fridge made you shiver. Closing the door and walking over to the counter.
You poured the milk into one of your favourite mugs you like using. The splash of the liquid as it was poured in.
"Hope this works.." You muttered to yourself.
Now putting the milk back in the fridge and opening the microwave and placing the mug inside. You pressed a few buttons before the familiar humming sound filled the kitchen.
The microwave buzzed softly as the cup inside rotated slowly around. The light from inside makes the kitchen dimly glow in some areas. You leaned against the counter, resting your head in your hand as you watched.
You yawned once again, your eyes growing heavy but not droppy.
Hopefully you weren't making too much noise for the others to hear you snooping around in the kitchen. The last thing is getting a scolding from Raph for being in the kitchen at a ungodly hour of the night.
Getting a decent amount of sleep was becoming harder when you started to grow up.
Your brain just can't seem to shut down.
Before the microwave was about to finish, you quickly pressed the button to stop and open it before the beep-beep-beep sound. You sighed in relief and grabbed the warm mug.
Thin wisps of steam curled upward from the rim of the cup.
Just as you were about to take a sip of the milk.
"Having trouble sleeping too, eh?" A voice called out, making you jump in surprised but not too much to spill your cup of milk.
"Shit, Leo! How long have you been standing there for?" You whispered harshly, pressing a hand to your chest while trying hard not to yell at him for sneaking up at you from behind.
The red-eared slider casually leaned against the counter nearby with a usual smug grin placed on his snout. Wearing his favourite pair of sweatpants and nothing else.
"Meh." He shrugged. "I'd say... long enough to watch you watch a cup spin inside a microwave." He snickered.
He then asked over, his soft footsteps against the floor of the kitchen before stopped in front of you. He could tell you were struggling with sleep by the visible eye bags under your eyes.
Without another sneaky word, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on top of your head, his three fingered hand reaching up to cup your chin and tilt it slightly up.
"But really.." He asked more softly this time before continuing. "Having trouble sleeping?"
"Mmm.." you mumbled, pursing your lips tight. "April suggested that warm liquids help people fall asleep faster. So I'm trying to test that theory and see if it's true." You smiled.
You then glanced at the mug that you still held in your hands.
"Why? I didn't wake you up, did I?" You worriedly asked, not looking up at him.
As he began to speak, you reached the mug up to your lips to take a sip until you pulled back, letting out a little wince at the hotness.
"Nah." He smiled down at you, "I was already awake when I heard you getting up. Figured to check up on you." He confessed.
"Oh." You raised an eyebrow at him. "So you're having trouble sleeping too, huh?"
Leo gave another casual shurg. "Yeah. I've been having trouble sleeping for a long time now."
He said it like it was a normal thing for him to say. You frowned slightly at him, you knew Leo acted things didn't matter to him but it always did and you could clearly see right through him.
You sighed softly, deciding not to press on that for the moment.
"So.." you begin to ask, blowing the steam. "What did you wanna do since we both can't sleep?" You questioned.
You finally took a sip.
The warmth slid down your throat, speaking through your chest and making you sigh in delight.
Maybe April was onto something.
Meanwhile Leo thought, tapping a finger on his chin like he was trying to think of something until a familiar smirk spread on his snout. Oh no.
You knew that look.
"Well, I do have something in mind that might help both of us." He looked so proud of himself.
"Which is?" You asked, nervous now.
"Secret~" He drew the word out with a teasing song, before giving you a playful wink at you. "Now finish your drink and we can head back to my bedroom."
He tried to hint at you, but that instantly flew right over your head on how oblivious you were on what he meant. You confusedly tilted your head to the side.
"Okay..?" You spoke then taking a sip once again.
Leo nearly laughed at your reaction. "You're so adorable, Mi amor." He mumbled under his breath as he watched you drink your warm cup of milk until you finished.
"Done." You finished your last sip and placed the mug in the sink to later clean in the morning.
"Good, let's get going!" He cheers as you rush over to him to shush him while silently laughing. "Shh, you big dork. You might wake up your brothers."
You could feel the grin forming on his lips behind your hand that was covering his snout. His eyes flashing a hint of amusement until his hand reached up to grabbed one of your wrists. Moving your hand away from his mouth, he suddenly dragged you back to his bedroom.
You didn't complain as you followed behind, trying your hardest not to trip along the way or tangling your steps with his.
Finally making your way back to his bedroom, he guided you back on the bed. Sitting on the soft fabric of the bed sheet and the comfy feeling of his warm blankets, you stared up at Leo who was ramaging through his stuff.
"Leo..?" Your voice called out to him in the quiet dark, you could hear his movements pause at a stop at your voice calling out his name. "Hm?" He lets out a little hum to acknowledge that he heard you.
"What are you doing?" You questioned. Curious on what he was trying to find during this late hour of night.
"Finding another pillow."
"...Don't you have a pillow already?" Your voice confused why he was trying to find another pillow.
"It's for something else, Sweetheart." His voice held some playfulness. You thought for a moment but shrugged the thought off and waited for him to come back to the bed.
A few seconds later Leo made an 'Aha!' noise as he finally found an extra pillow, now making his way back to his bed to where you are sitting.
"Okay, I know you're confused butttt~ I think this idea of mine would help both of us out." He explained as he signaled you to lay down on the bed.
"What's your idea?" You asked, curious.
Leo hummed, then exhaled a little. "Okay, I know this is new to both of us but we've been together since we were 15 years old. To say it in short... I wanna.. you know.. make love with you." Leo awkwardly spoke as he pursed his lips tightly after he spoke.
A moment of silence until you let out a chuckle.
"Make love? Is that your way of saying sex?" You wheezed. Leo became a dark lime green colour, he was blushing. Adorable.
"Big guy, you know you can say sex, we're like 24 years old now." You soften your giggling until you've calmed down.
"Yeah yeah, laugh it up." Leo playfully rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, still gripping onto the extra pillow.
"But, if you really want to try it. Then I'm okay with it, but you should know this is our first time doing something intimate with each other." You confessed, leaning a little back as you looked at Leo with a smile.
"Really, you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."
"I'm sure."
"Lift your hips up for me, baby." Leo churred against your hair after you laid down on the bed. You could still feel the warmth on the bed from earlier.
You obeyed and lifted your hips up only a few inches for him to place and secure the pillow underneath. You never knew why Leo got the pillow but soon you're gonna find out eventually.
"Good girl." He praised, his voice lingering with teasing playfulness. A shiver went down your spine as you followed Leo's movement. His large, slightly cold hands drifting around your body, your clothes getting wrinkled in the process.
"May I?" Leo started, slightly gripping onto your clothes and tugging it to get you to acknowledge that he wants to take off your clothes to continue. You shyly nodded at him.
He let out a rumble as he slowly and teasingly pulled your shorts off. Then lifted himself up a little and tugged on your shirt. "Sit up for me real quick baby. I need to take your shirt off."
You moved yourself up and lifted your arms as Leo peeled your shirt off and placed it onto the floor alongside with your shorts.
"Absolutely perfect." He looked at you with pure admiration. You felt a little self conscious as you tried to cover yourself in embarrassment. This was the first time Leo had seen your body.
"No, no. Don't cover yourself. I wanna admire all of you." He smiled, moving your arms and leaned down, his hand at your back as he pulled you down back on the bed. His snout now nuzzling in the crook of your neck.
"You smell incredible, pretty girl." Now placing feathered kisses against your skin. "So Perfect for me." He purred in your ear, now kissing and gently nibbling your skin as you shivered.
"I promise by the time we're done, you'll be dreaming of me instead of staring at the ceiling thinking about nothing." He grinned against your skin to which you let out a small whine at the back of your throat.
"You'd like the sound of that baby?" He questioned, pulling his head back to stare into your eyes, he could see the desperation in your eyes. "I need words, sweetheart." He churrs, nuzzling against your cheek.
"Yes.." Your voice sounded small, biting your lip as Leo pulled his body off to keep himself straddled on top of your hips.
"Safe word if it gets too much?" He questions, wanting to make sure if it was too much since it's both of your first time. He wants to make sure you are comfortable.
"Can we try the stoplight colours?" Your voice spoke, your arms resting on your stomach. Leo smiled, leaning down to give you one last kiss. "Course Mi amor." Leo spoke, peaking your lips until he lifted his body off and sunk down near your legs.
Fuck.
He's going to eat you out.
"Colour?" His voice rumbled as he started to leave soft and feathered kisses against your legs, slowly moving up to stop.
"Green." You huffed out. "Good girl." He purred, he needs to stop saying that or else you're going to cloud nine one of these days, you swear it.
Leo gave your thighs a little massage, his thumbs tracing against your skin in slow, rhythmic pressure as he was trying to soothe the tension out of your muscles. "I can feel you tensing up. Let me change that for you."
He then moved closer down, kissing along the way and giving your inner thighs, a little nibbled making you giggle a little at the tickling sensation.
Now he was hovering over your clothed cunt, his finger moving your panties to the side, kissing your heat causing you to gasp loudly until you quickly covered your mouth. You completely forgot Leo's brothers were somewhere nearby sleeping.
Leo hummed, satisfied with your reaction. Pulling back to tugged your panties off and dropping them by the bed on the floor as well with your other clothes.
You were now in your bra. Not that you didn't mind until Leo reached under your arched back and clipped it off in a couple of tries.
Rumbling and muttering on how stupidly hard it was to clip it of until he finally got it and slip the straps off your shoulder and flicked your bra on the ground.
"There, all this for me. You shouldn't have." He teases, his hand rubbing up and down on your sides causing goosebumps to appear on your skin.
"Shut up, you dork." You laughed softly.
"Colour now?" Leo asked, sitting on his knees as he looked lustfully down upon you. His hand stopped on your hips.
"Green still."
"Good." He gives your hip a little squeeze as he glides himself down a little to face back with your cunt again. His biceps wrapped around your legs to keep them open. Placing your legs on his shoulders to get comfortable.
You let out a impatient whine, your hips trying to press up at his mouth but you were completely pinned down. Leo hummed in amusement.
"Impatient aren't we? Well no need to fear.." He stared up at you and he leaned down, his beak getting in contact with your count as you gasp in surprise.
Your thigh squeezing around his head as he hums. "Leo's here to save the day.." He huffs against your cunt, licking your juices as you let out a squeal. Head leaning back straight into the pillows that laid at the top of the bed.
God. How can this feel good. Why haven't guys don this before in your relationship.
"You taste divine, Mi amor." Leo moans as he goes back in. "Fuuuck" You voice stuttered out a breathless moan, your back already arching off the bed.
God, this was why he got the extra pillow... to gain more access.
"That's it, pretty girl. Moan for me. Tell me how good you feel." He muttered, his eyes keeping on your face. He could see how hard you were trying to stay quiet. It got him excited.
His tail wagging excitedly, hearing your gorgeous moans made him more engaged to make you feel like you are on cloud nine. The little ache at the base of the tail was unbearable. He needed to be inside of you now.
But he was going to wait.
You tried your hardest to not squirm as much, you couldn't help it. It felt too good. Leo then placed a strong hand on your hips to pin them down as he ate his full course meal of the night.
Your body then suddenly jerked as you felt Leo's tongue push inside. You immediately turned your head to the side and grabbed the pillow to muffle your moans.
Leo lets out a teasing chuckle, his churring becoming louder and sending vibrations throughout your body.
"Fphck Leo.." Your voice muffled behind the fabric of the pillow as you let out soft moans, your hand placed on his head.
You then felt Leo lift his head, then suddenly he slid a finger in causing you to whimper in pain. "Shhh, you're doing so well for me." He purred, moving up to your neck, placing light kisses on your exposed skin.
"Tell me when to move my finger, okay baby?" He spoke into your ear, placing a kiss underneath your ear.
"O-okay.." You breathlessly spoke out, trying to keep quiet. His finger alone made you feel so full. The heat appearing in your stomach starts to increase.
You started to ache for more.
You needed more.
You need this.
You need him.
"You.. you can move now." You breathed out against the pillow. You thickly swallowed and gripped on the sheets as soon as you started to feel his finger thrust inside you.
"That's it, relax into it pretty girl. Seep into the feeling." He churred against your neck, his snout nuzzling side to side, trying to inhale your scent.
Your hair strands somewhat tickling his nose as he did so but he couldn't care. He need to be close to you. He was practically trying to become you.
Below, his slit ached more and more beneath his sweatpants, he couldn't take it anymore but first he needed to make you cum on his finger. He needed to see you cum on his finger.
"Cum.." 'kiss' "for me" 'kiss' "baby." he spoke in between kisses, his finger thrusting more faster to get you off the edge of pleasure. "Fuck.. Leo.." You let out a whimper of his name causing him to smirk.
A choked up whine as you arched your back more, your chest touching his plastron, your nipples slight grazing against his hard chest.
Your body started to violent tremble as you felt the heat becoming intense, you were about to cum.
"Wa- wait! Hm! Leo..." You shuffled around a little, but couldn't move much as you were completely pinned by his weight. "Don't run... let go for me." He whispered against your ear, taking a little nibble at your earlobe.
Finally it washed over you, quickly you turned your head back into the pillows to let out a muffled moan, your legs shaking as you climaxed. Your chest is moving up and down quickly before catching your breath.
Leo hummed, pulling himself up as he pulled his finger out. Whining at the empty sensation as Leo shushed you softly. "Shh, you're okay baby. Did so well."
"You alright?" Leo then question, you moved your face away from the pillow, revealing the spots of small drool pools on the pillow and some tear drops that soaked itself in the pillow too.
"Hmm." You softly hum, too tired to even say anything at the moment.
"Feeling tired yet?"
"Not yet, no.."
"Do you still wanna continue?" He asked, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and bonking you with his head. You let out a little laugh, giving him the nod of approval that yes he could keep going.
"Colour?" He gave your nose a little peak. "Green still." You spoke in a hushed tone, fluttering your eyes closed, feeling his hand run up and down your now sensitive sides.
Leo then pulled away and got off the edge of the bed making you open your eyes slightly to see what he was doing.
Leo was on the edge for the bed, now standing up as he was taking his sweatpants off. He lets out a hiss, finally revealing his painfully aching cock that was emerging out of his slit at the base of his tail.
You blushed as you stared as you thought.
'He's huge..'
Swallowing thickly, you turned your head to the side to make sure to not embarrass yourself for staring at your turtle boyfriends cock.
"Roll of your stomach, baby." Leo instructed, his hand laying on to top of your bent knee. You turned your head back, your eyes widening at the face was he was making.
He looked desperate, his eyes carrying lust.
Inhaling deeply then exhaling you shuffled around as finally laid on your stomach. Leo let out a pleased chirp, you couldn't see what was happening behind you but you felt the weight of the bed dipping at your feet as Leo made his way back onto the bed.
"Lift your hips a little, I need to move the pillow a bit." Leo's voice spoke behind you causing shivers down your spine. You moved your arms to lift yourself up with your hips, somewhat hitting the plank.
Hearing Leo move closer to shuffle the pillow a bit down to your lower abdomen to keep your hips up until he spoke.
"Okay.."
Once you heard that you plopped yourself back onto the bed, your arms getting comfy under the pillow, placing your chin on the soft fabric of his pillow.
Suddenly you jerked at the sudden feeling of Leo's lips kissing along your spine, making you shiver at that. His hands wandered around until he pulled you back a little.
You could feel his cock against your small lower back. Your heart raced quicker than it did before. You have never did this before, no even with Leo..
But you knew you could trust him.
You were both adults and mature enough now.
"Colour?" He wanted to make sure you felt comfortable, he knew this was your guys first time together. Though he did know some tips from his brothers on how to make someone comfortable.
"Hmph.. Green.." You whined against the pillow. Your face turned to the side to peek at the corner of your eyes to look back behind your shoulder.
"Good girl, now let me know when to stop okay?" 'Kiss' "I don't wanna hurt cha, pretty girl.." Leo kissed your lower back, his hand now kneading upper back thighs, his thumbs slightly rubbing against your ass.
You let out a delighted hum, wriggling around a little. Leo smiled at that and moved up a little, somewhat straddling the back of your legs. "Spread your legs a little for me sweetheart."
You did as he said, his hands placed on your legs to help spread them until he got a full view of you. Your cum still leaking out from earlier. He let out a whistle, not like he didn't just eat you out like 2 minutes ago.
"Look at you... perfect." He churred, he was breathless. Opening you up a little making you grip the pillow, fuck he needs to hurry up or else you're going to combust.
"God, why didn’t we do this sooner?" He chuckled to himself. That's what you were thinking a few moments ago. Slowly but surely he slid himself in, his tip sliding in.
"Fuck... God. You okay Mi amor?" He stuttered first until he asked if you were okay after. As soon as you felt him sliding himself in, your grip on the pillow tightened. You hissed against the pillow as your legs lifted up a little from the pain then placed back down on the bed.
"I know baby, I know. It's gonna feel painful but it's going to be better." He hushed you, massaging your hips as you trembled. Leo hissed at he felt how tight you were when he slid a little by little.
"Nearrly there baby. Doing so well for me." Leo praised, now sliding a hand up your back, rubbing to calm you down. Tears began to prick at the corner of your tightly shut eyes.
"Deep breaths. You can do this." He churred, moving inch by inch inside of you. He could feel how tight you felt around him as he let out some groans himself.
Finally he was fully inside you. Desperate to move but he stayed where he was. "Tell me when to move." His voice became closer as he leaned down, moving your hair out of the way, kissing the nape of your neck.
You let out a weak and small hum. Catching your breath, feeling the soft kisses Leo planted on the back of your neck.
Heavy breaths, in and out as you relaxed. The pain slowly turning into pleasure, your toes curling against the fabric at your feet, slightly feeling the blanket nearby.
You slightly turned your head to the side, causing Leo to freeze his movement as your voice gently told him that he could start moving. "You.. you can move now."
Leo let out a little chirp against your skin, pulling back as he start to rock his hips. The instant heated feeling pooled at the base of your stomach grew intensely.
Immediately letting out moans into the pillows, your hands moving around trying to hold onto something until Leo leaned down, his hand trailing softly against your sides and up to your trembling hands that gripped the pillow.
"You feel amazing.." His voice whispered, his breath tickling your ear. His plastron flushed against your arched back as he slowly rocked his hips, keeping the pace slow and steady. Ready to move faster until you ask him to.
"Please.. faster.." You whimpered, your voice barely coming out but as a moan. Leo at least heard you and started to thrust into a faster pace. The feeling of being filled fully was overwhelming, but it felt so good.
"Fuck Sweetheart, clenching on me. Not gonna last long if you keep doing that." Leo huffs against your neck as he continues thrusting.
"I'm so close..." You whined into the pillow. Leo lets out a breathy chuckle as he lifts himself up, grabbing your hips. "Then cum for me baby."
A couple more thrusts, you screamed into the pillows. Luckily your voice was muffled by the pillow as your climax washed over you. Your whole body shaking after while Leo was not far behind.
Grunting as he thrusted, his marks started to glow as he lets a needy moan, cumming inside. Both of you let out heavy and exhausted breaths, both trying to catch your breaths.
"You okay?" Leo laughed, rubbing a hand up and down your back as you groaned tiredly turning your head to the side, immediately spotting him glowing but too tired to even say anything.
"Gonna pull out." Leo grunted as he pulled out, you let out a whine.
Behind you, you could feel the smirk on leo's face as he watched the mixed fluids leak out of you. "So fucking beautiful.." Leo churred, leaning down to kiss the back of your head.
"Wait here, gonna get some towels to clean up."
A few moments later, Leo came back to see you laying on your side with your eyes closed. A smile tugged his lips as he made his way over, placing a hand on your legs causing you to jump.
"Relax baby, it's just me." Leo brushed some hair off your face. "Open your legs a little bit for me."
Once you did, Leo carefully cleaned you up and placed the extra towel on the bed sheets. "Will wash these sheets tomorrow, can't be bothered right now." Leo sighed, tossing the dry towel somewhere in his room and dropping onto the bed.
You bounced a little as Leo plopped himself on the side next to you.
"Tired?" He questioned. You let out a hum as you felt his hand petting your head. "Good, I'm exhausted after that."
You both layed there silently, Leo churring as he pulled you in more closer. You could feel him leaning in the crook of your neck. "Smell like me now."
You let out a huffed laugh through your nose as you fluttered your eyes closed, you then felt Leo sitting up to pull the blanket over the two of you. "Comfy?" He asked.
You nodded, nuzzling closer into his plastron, your right arm placing against his waist and the other laid in between the two of you in his. "Good." He spoke, placing his chin on top of your head.
You could hear the little taps of his tail wagging under the blankets making you smile.
"Love you Lee.." You softly spoke.
"Love you too." Leo smiled, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as you both drifted into a nice and well deserving slumber.
"I don't think you can last thr whole month." With mock offense Leo gasps loudly and puts a hand to his chest. "I can't believe my own partner would have such little faith in me." Your side eye makes the masked turtle scoff.
"Lets make a bet, if I can last the whole month you have to do whatever I say for a day and if I lose then I'll do whatever you say for a day." "Alright, deal."
There were a lot of times Leo almost failed, but the urge to win your little competition over powered the need to come. About halfway through the month though, it all came crashing down.
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"How's it going?" Leo can hear Raph's muffled voice through your phone. The two of you were tasked with a stakeout in the turtle tank. Leo chose to take it as an opportunity to have basically a date night with you, the night was put on pause when Raph called you to check in.
You and his brother talked for another few minutes before Leo heard you say you goodbyes and you hung up the phone. "What'd Raph say?" Leo looks down ans asks, you were drapped across his lap. The two of you were in the middle of a video before Raph interrupted.
"Just told us to stay focused and all that. Though I doubt we'll see the foot in a place like this." Leo just nods his head in agreement. A mischievous glint catches you eye that Leo notices. "You know babe there is something we could be doing to pass the free time.
Leo let's you situate yourself on him in a way that you are straddling his thighs and facing him. One of you arms is laying on his shoulder, wrapped around his neck. Your other hand mindlessly rubbed his plastron. "Yeah? And what's that?" Leo's voice wavers eveer so slightly in response.
Leaning in closer, your faces mere inches apart Leo gulps. "I think you know." Your sultry voice makes his face flush red (dark green??). Leo hesitates but pushes your shoulders back gently. "Y/n no you are not making me those this. But nice try."
You roll your eyes. "Oh common we don't even have to do anything like that, I didn't even have to say anything before your mind went there though. You desperate Leon?" You tease, Leo just gulps in embarrassment. Your hand drifts lower towards Leo's tail.
A shaky hands reaches out to stop you, "Babe you're not playing fair." Leo's voice warbbles in response. "Fine if you really don't want to I won't force it." And just like that your back to how you were laying before and begin to play your video.
A few minutes past before you notice how Leo is shifting beneath you. "Something wrong?" Your mocking voice makes Leo groan. "You're so mean you know that?" You chuckle, "I don't know what you mean Leon. Care to share?"
Your boyfriend takes a minute to respond. "What's the date?" Slightly taken aback you grab your phone ans check the date. "The 17th." A disgruntled groan rips through Leo's throat, a hand goes up to his face and covers his eyes.
After a minutes of silent contemplation Leo takes the hand not on his face and grabs yours, bringing you into a kiss. The atmosphere turns heavy the longer you kiss. It's sloppy at best, parting ways just to pant into eachothers mouths and going back to eachother for more.
When Leo pulls away fully his eyes are trained on your puffy lips, his thumb mindlessly rubbing your bottom lip. "I made it over halfway, that's got to count for something. Right?" His shaky voice is desperate at best. This makes you smirk, leaning back in to capture his lips, only pulling away respond. "Whatever you go to tell yourself baby."
Your hand slowly drifts down towards his tail as the two of you continue to make out. This time Leo doesn't stop you. When you reach the scaly muscle the terrapin flinches slightly. Your nimble fingers find the slick slit quickly. The tips of your fingers dip into the tight space easily.
"Someones desperate." Leo's face flushes, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Your boyfriend grumbles something against your shoulder you do catch. He's quickly cut off when your fingers slip in deeper into him.
It doesn't take much for Leo to start moaning, after half a month of hardly any touching he's turned sensitive. The deeper your fingers go the more desperate he sounds. Soon enough you feel something brush against the tips of your fingers. "You going to drop already?"
All Leo can do is nod, mumbling something about you not playing fair. Your fingers retreat, only to be followed by Leo's cock slipping out of his cloaca. The release of pressure makes a whine tear through Leo's throat. Your boyfriend mumbles curses under his breath from the intense feeling.
You rub your fingers up and down the muscle gently, slowly building up to fully jerking him off. Leo mumbles incoherent nonsense that you don't catch. "Look so pretty like this, all fucked out when we haven't even started." The praise brings a blush to Leo's face, simultaneously making his hips thrust into your hand desperately.
Your free hand goes to Leo's cheek, you bring his face to yours. Leo quickly takes the hint and beings kissing you deeply. The moans spilling from the terrapins mouth are soaked up by your mouth. It doesn't take long for Leo to struggle to kiss you back. He pants against your lips more than he kisses back.
"Fuck- y/n stop." You freeze for a second before quickly pulling your hand away from him. You try to stop touching him entirely, hoping to not overwhelm him. Your confusion only grows when Leo latches onto you. "Leon? You ok?" Hesitantly you try to find out what's wrong.
It takes a minute for Leo's breathing to even out enough for him to breath properly. "I was about to come," his voice laced in embarrassment, "I'm not losing that easy." You sigh in relief, it quickly turns into a chuckle. "You had me worried Leon."
Your hands gently rub shapes on his thighs mindlessly. You don't miss how his hips thrust upward at the contact. You also notice how he is still completely hard. Precum drips onto the cold floor, your hand slowly goes back to his weeping length.
Leo chokes on a whimper, his hands tightly girp your arms leaving indents on your skin. "Y/n-" He cuts himself off with a breathy whine. His voice seems to be up an octave from the pleasure. "Just let yourself enjoy it babe, you've made it so far you deserve a reward."
The praise goes to Leo's head immediately, he can't deny the fact he needs to come any longer. Finally letting go and giving you the reigns, he gives up trying to deny the pleasure. A mantra of pleas fall from his lips uncontrollably.
"Common pretty boy, let me make you feel good." That's all it takes for him to let out a sob, he comes in your hand. His body shakes from the intensity making him grab onto you desperately. You move your now sticky hand on his spent cock to help him through the shocks of pleasure.
As he comes down from his high you gently take your hand away from him, his dick now retracting into his shivering tail. Leo's body goes limp against yours, the only sound in the vehicle that can be heard is Leo's heavy panting.
You looks down to see the mess the two of you made in the Turtle Tank. The atmosphere reads of sex and Leo's come is on the floor around the two of you. Your boyfriend looks up at you in confusion when he hears your loud laugh. "Donnies going to kill us." Is all you can say in-between laughter.
Clarity washes over Leo's face. "Oh shit." He looks down to see his drying come litter the floor. "You think we can clean all this up before he notices?" You ask already knowing the answer. "Even if we do he'll know. He always does somehow."
After a few minutes of cleaning up with napkins you found in some box a loud crash grabs your attention. The two of you peer out the front window only to be met with foot clan members breaking into the warehouse. "Well damn that's a suprise."
content: 18+, riding, Leo is annoying (affectionate)
The stark dichotomy between the Leo you know, your reliable best friend, your hype man, the one who nuzzles into your neck when refusing to let go of you and get up in the morning, and the Leo currently underneath you is startling.
You've seen this side of him before, of course. With Donnie during the Lair Games — "Second place, huh? What's that feel like?"—, with Mikey, whenever the two of them get lost in some essentially stupid competition, aching to prove everything through proving nothing. It's just never been directed at you before.
"What, tired already? Come on, you gotta put in some effort, babe."
The sleazy grin he's wearing is the same he's had when ordering his brothers to stand in honour of the five time champ while he speaks, arrogant humour bleeding through. Back then, you barely managed to stifle a giggle — Leo still noticed, practically beaming at making you laugh —, the high of your boyfriend being the best and being aware of it thrilling, leaving you to swoon a bit more than you'd ever admit.
Naively, you assumed you'd never be at the receiving end of his mean side. Past you was a fool.
"Are you, though?" Leo drawls, absentmindedly tracing patterns onto the curve of your hip. When his touch skates over your abdomen, you suck in a trembling breath. "Because I'm not seeing a lot of moving or bouncing. Thought you said you wanted to ride me and, what? Make me cry from pleasure? The only one crying here is you, sweetheart."
"I am", you snap, voice sharp and thighs trembling. Your nails dig into his shoulders and you hope they leave marks. "I am putting in effort. Help me out or be quiet."
At the time, you didn't take his brothers' frustration seriously. Now, you get their urge to make him pay.
You grit your teeth, jaw tense. Your eyes are definitely not watering. "This is harder than it looks."
Leo pauses mid-movement to level you a flat look. "I hope you appreciate how much self-restraint it's takin' me not to make that joke right now."
You hate him, and tell him as much.
It gets you a laugh in response, wheezing. "Sure you do", Leo croons, sitting up straighter, back against the headboard, and you choke on a moan as it jostles his dick inside of you. "Now c'mon. I wanna see you do this."
Your legs ache and you've barely started; oh, you're so choking on your bold claims from before, having severely underestimated how exhausting actually doing the work is. You're used to Leo on top of you, rutting into you with warrior's stamina, not showing even a hint of exhaustion. This is — well. A full gym session with Raph would be easier.
Holding onto his biceps for stability, you rise up on your knees, whimpering when only the tip stays in, then sink down again, body shaking with the strain. This shouldn't be this tiring. You occasionally work out in your free time, damn it—
Repeating the motion makes you whine low in your throat, sweat beading on your forehead. Your knees feel weak. When you move just right, he hits a spot inside that makes you clench, pleasure sparking up your spine, though when you shift again, muscles unwilling to support you for long, the rush of endorphins disappears.
At least Leo's also affected. When you take a moment to pay attention, he's trembling, plastron heaving. Your eyes drag up to his face, expecting flushed cheeks and the tense set of his jaw he gets whenever he's close, wanting evidence that this is good for him, too — only to be severely disappointed.
He's laughing at you.
Shaking with barely restrained wheezes, Leo's eyes are squeezed shut, his grin wide enough to make your blood boil. Pointedly, you rake your nails down the tough skin of his arms, barely leaving shallow welts that you know are bound to heal in literal seconds.
"I hate you so much." You both know you don't mean it, could never, but you force your glare into fierceness nonetheless. "I'm doing my best here; what are you contributing, exactly?"
"Sorry, sorry." Leo nearly chokes on a chuckle. "It's just — jeez, that looks near painful. Like you're actually suffering. Guess you're destined to be a pillow princess, huh?"
You scoff, though, by now, the idea of passing the exhausting part to him is not unappealing. You've proven your point, or at the very least tried to; the frustration of this not getting anywhere, arousal merely simmering underneath your skin, is overwhelming.
"You're not funny." A pause. "Whatever. Just get on with it."
Leo's grin turns sharp. "Bossy. I like it." At your eyeroll, he blows you a kiss, and bucks his hips up. His hands hold tight onto your torso, pulling you down at the same time; your spine arches, head falling back with a moan. You'll never get used to the pace he sets, strength effortless.
His grip shifts, wrist bending just so his thumb gets to draw tight circles around your clit while also keeping you in place, and, alright, you think, maybe you can forgive him for being annoying and arrogant after all.
Credit where credit is due. He's the best at making you feel good.
the. the creature. he's so boyfriend. had to write for him before getting sucked into another fandom (current options: Tokyo Revengers, Haikyuu, JJK.)
You are a Survey Corps group leader who witnessed the aftermath of Wall Maria's fall and are forced to retreat amidst the horrors. That's when you find a crying baby under the rubble, shielded by It‘s dead mother.
The stench hit you before the smoke even cleared. Burnt timber, blood thick on the cobblestones, and the iron tang of ruptured organs soaked into the earth. The streets of Shiganshina weren't streets anymore—they were butchered veins, clogged with mangled bodies. The kind you couldn't even identify as human at first glance. A severed arm dangled from the roof of a cart, its fingers twitching in a mockery of life. A headless corpse lay slumped against a wall, ribs cracked wide open, half-devoured by something that had long since lumbered deeper into the district.
You tightened your grip on your blades, though your knuckles were already white. You wanted to charge in, to carve your rage into the titans that still roamed in the distance, but you weren't suicidal. Not when every building shadow stretched with their looming silhouettes. Not when you were alone.
If I go in now, I die. And then I save no one.
That was the cruelty of command—knowing when to fight, and when to retreat. But retreating meant leaving the broken behind, and that thought carved deeper wounds than any titan could.
You turned your back. Forced your boots to move. Forced your lungs to breathe.
And then—
A cry. Thin, weak, cutting through the silence like shattered glass.
Your body froze. Not the cry of an adult. Not the scream of a soldier. A baby.
Heart hammering, you followed it, weaving through collapsed timbers and pools of blackening blood. The sound grew louder near a collapsed house, its roof crushed inward like a snapped spine. The rubble shifted faintly with the wind, and beneath it—her.
The mother.
Her body was broken beyond saving, torso twisted at an unnatural angle, legs crushed beneath stone. But her arms... her arms were wrapped around something, shielding it with what strength death hadn't stolen from her yet.
You crouched, prying away bricks slick with soot and gore. And there, beneath the suffocating weight, you saw it.
A baby. Pink-faced, red with tears, miraculously untouched. Alive.
The mother's blood had dried across its cheeks like war paint, and her rigid arms seemed locked in place, as though even in death she refused to surrender the child.
Your throat constricted. You'd seen comrades torn apart, children half-swallowed, fathers crushed before their sons. But this—this blind, desperate act of love—shredded something in you worse than any titan's jaws.
You swallowed hard, slipping the child from her arms. Her fingers resisted, stiff in rigor mortis, as though accusing you for being too late. For surviving when she hadn't.
The baby's cries grew louder, piercing through your ears. Small fists flailed against your chest, smearing its mother's blood across your uniform.
You stood there, shaking, heart pounding. Around you, the district groaned with the sound of titans still feeding. The horror wasn't over. Not yet.
Looking at the child in your arms, you knew.
You had to save it. Give it a chance at life—even if the world itself seemed determined to snuff it out.
The baby's wails guided your steps, anchoring you in the sea of corpses that stretched across Shiganshina. Every turn you made showed the same nightmare—bodies torn apart, families clutching one another in death, faces frozen mid-scream. Those who hadn't escaped were beyond saving now.
Your boots slipped on blood-slick cobblestone as you pushed toward the last evacuation point. You caught a glimpse of titans in the distance, their grotesque silhouettes towering over collapsed rooftops. Their feeding didn't stop, didn't pause, not even for the shrieks of the dying.
The baby squirmed against you, forcing you to clutch it tighter. Hold on. Just a little longer.
The last boat was waiting at the river's edge, filled to capacity with sobbing civilians and weary guards. You jumped aboard just as the horn blew. The boat lurched forward, cutting across the water. Behind you, Shiganshina burned, smoke choking the sky, ash and embers falling like snow.
You turned your gaze away. If you looked too long, you'd never stop seeing it.
Back at headquarters, the weight of survival settled on you like iron chains. The Survey Corps wasn't back from their mission beyond the walls—you alone had been left behind, your injured leg making you unfit to ride with them. The only reason you had been able to respond to the fall of Shiganshina at all was because of that injury.
A bitter irony. Wounded, left behind... and yet, the only one who'd brought something back.
The baby.
Its cries hadn't stopped until you found milk from a civilian nurse among the refugees. Now, in the quiet of HQ, you fed it carefully, hands clumsy but gentle. You cleaned the dried blood from its face, its hair. You wrapped it in spare cloth torn from your uniform, swaddling it close to your chest.
It blinked up at you with eyes far too innocent for the world it had been born into. The small fingers curled around yours, impossibly fragile.
You'd seen hundreds die today. You'd given the order to retreat when every bone in your body screamed to fight. You carried enough guilt to bury yourself in. But as you looked down at this child, something stirred beneath all that ash and ruin.
Hope.
You knew, with a certainty as sharp as your blades, that you couldn't let it go.
Not this child. Not after what you'd seen.
You'd save it. Raise it. Protect it—even if the titans took everything else from you.
The Others came back like ghosts—mud and blood clinging to their uniforms, faces set in the same hard lines you'd seen in every horror and every victory. One by one they filed into the dining hall: Erwin with his slow, measured walk and that look that made everyone obey before he even spoke; Hange chattering too loudly for the room; Mike and Nanaba, both exhausted and hollow-eyed but still soldiers to the marrow; and then Levi—silent as a blade, eyes colder than the ash falling through the windows.
They were talking about the expedition, about the breach in Shiganshina and the things they'd seen outside the walls. The air in the hall hung heavy with the kind of news that made men older overnight. I sat on the edge of a long table, one boot propped against the bench, the baby swaddled against my chest. Its small face was pink now, the blood washed off, hair damp from the milk I'd managed to coax down it earlier. It slept, mouth opening and closing like a gull's wings, fingers curled against my collar.
There was a pause in their conversation when the door shut behind them—like the world had inhaled and held it. I didn't look up right away; I knew what their expressions would be. I was a leader, but injured, left behind. I had no excuse that meant anything reasonable now that I'd brought something back.
They stopped a few paces from me. Their voices died out.
Erwin's eyes flicked over my face, then to the bundle. Hange made a sound that tried to be cheerful and failed. Mike's jaw loosened. Nanaba's hand went to her mouth as though she'd suddenly remembered how to pray.
Levi's gaze landed and for a second, nothing moved in him. He looked at the child like he was cataloguing some new specimen—slightly annoyed, slightly curious, and absolutely unreadable.
"Where did you get that?" Erwin asked softly, the question less a reproach and more a request for information.
I straightened. My leg throbbed, a reminder of why I'd been left on the quay, why I'd witnessed the Titans breaching the giant stone walls. "Shiganshina," I said. The word tasted like ash. "Found it under a collapsed house. Its mother—" I couldn't say 'dead' as if that would be enough. I pictured her arms locked around the baby, the way death had frozen her in a last, impossible protection. My voice cracked. "She shielded it with her body."
The hall seemed to tilt on its axis. Hange's eyes blurred; Mike swallowed hard and looked away. Nanaba moved closer the shortest steps—soldier to soldier, survivor to survivor.
Erwin studied me for a long beat. He had a way of weighing people like coins. "You were the only Soldier stationed here," he said finally. "Your leg still hurting?"
"You are still injured!," Hange tossed in, voice high with frantic attention. "You shouldn't have been out there—"
"I was," I said. "I went because—" I swallowed, because the why had become meaningless when there was a baby in my arms. "I had to. I couldn't sit here and do nothing."
Levi cut in, voice flat and uninterested in ceremony. "You stole a child and brought it into HQ. Explain."
It was as blunt and awful as being given a reprimand in front of a squad. The baby twitched and opened its eyes, peering at Levi's face as if judging him by some internal metric. For a second those stern, pale eyes met mine and something unnameable passed across his features. The corners of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile.
"Not stolen," I said. "Rescued. Under a collapsed house. The mother—" I forced my voice to steady. "—didn't make it."
Levi looked at the child again, then at me. The tiniest shift—an almost-involuntary narrowing of his eyes—made my skin prickle. "You know this brings risk," he said. He sounded neither impressed nor pleased. "Titans are still out there, and we've got civilians to shelter. Babies cry. Babies draw attention."
"You'd rather I left it there?" My whisper was sharper than I meant it to be. The memory of the mother's hand—cold and rigid around the baby's shoulder—was a hot coal beneath my ribs. "There was no one. I couldn't—"
Erwin leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. "We'll need to keep it here for the night," he decided. "The baby's alive, and we owe whatever survivors we can save a chance. It will be under guard. Medical will examine it. Hange, you'll evaluate its condition—you always find the smallest interesting things." He gave Hange a look that almost made her burst with glee.
Hange's response was immediate, bustling, officious. "Of course. Nutritional needs, immunizations—oh! Imagine the data we can gather on survival rates of infants in Titan scenarios—"
She stopped when I shot her an exhausted look. She reddened, apologetic and instantly professional, and then she scooped the baby from my arms with a clumsy competence that made the room breathe out.
Mike offered a small, tired smile. "You did well to get it out," he said. Nanaba touched my shoulder, steady as a hand on a rock. "You did the right thing."
Levi, however, stayed where he was. He watched Hange fuss, watched Erwin's mind already clicking through logistics and contingencies, watched the baby yawn and stretch. Then he looked back at me and his voice was softer than before. "You're reckless," he said. "And stupid."
"I know." I met his gaze head-on. "But I couldn't leave a child to die."
His eyes flicked away, briefly, to a corner of the hall where dried blood stained the stone—another memory he carried with a neat, hidden neatness. "Don't make a habit of it. People get sentimental, they make mistakes."
I wanted to argue—about orders, about right and wrong, about the hollow policies that meant we saved what we could save and sometimes nothing. Instead I let the silence sit between us, heavy and full of unsaid things. Levi's mouth flattened, and he moved like he had no intention of lingering. He took one step forward, then another, until he was close enough for me to smell the soap clinging to his collar.
Hange, finishing filing notes on a scrap of paper, suddenly looked up. "Levi, you should at least—" she began, her voice bright despite everything. "Hold it. For a moment. For posterity. For science."
Levi's eyes landed on the baby, and then—against his own better sense, I thought, against his entire cultivated indifference—he reached out. His hands were as steady as a surgeon's, and he cradled the child with a carefulness that made everyone in the room stop breathing. The baby blinked at him, then curled into the small arc of his palm, and his face, for a brief flash, was unreadable and then... softer.
"You're heavy for such small bones," he muttered, absurdity scraping through his gravelly tone.
The absurdity broke something in the room. Hange made an undignified sound halfway between sob and laughter. Erwin allowed his shoulders to shift the hint of something like relief. Nanaba's eyes had gone wet; she stepped forward and touched the baby's tiny fist as if to confirm it was real.
Levi set the child down back in my arms with mechanical precision, but his fingers lingered at my sleeve. He met my eyes then—no words, just the barest admission that he'd seen what I'd done and that he would not mock me for it.
"The child will get It's own quarters," Erwin said decisively. "Under guard and under watch. We can't have that child attracting... unwanted attention. Hange, set up a rotation. Nanaba, Mike—take first watch. I want unusual activity reported immediately."
Orders laid down, the practical lenses fell into place. The room filled with the mundane machinery of survival—allocations, rationing, a plan to feed and protect a single infant amid the collapse of a wall and a world.
Later, when Erwin had drifted away to speak quietly to Levi and Hange about the next moves, and when Mike and Nanaba had left to organize the nursery, Levi remained. He didn't leave me. He sat in the opposite seat across the long table. His boots were scuffed, his hands folded, and he watched me as if he had something to measure.
"You're a leader," he said finally, as if announcing a fact. "You disobey orders when you feel like it."
"You know we sometimes have to," I replied. "If saving people was only following orders, none of this would have happened."
He looked at me like he was confirming an equation. "Don't get used to sentiment." It sounded like a reprimand, but when he added, quieter, "Don't let them use it to manipulate your decisions," the tone shifted. It became... protective. Guarded. Complicated.
I swallowed. "I don't plan on being manipulated."
"I'm not suggesting you are," he said. "Just... don't be reckless with more than your life."
We sat like that for a while in the quiet, the baby asleep against my chest, even breathing in the low, regular rhythm of someone not yet worn by the world. The sounds in the barracks—faint footsteps, distant murmurs, the creek of wood—were small rebellions against the chaos outside.
Levi's voice came again, almost offhand, and somewhere entirely terrifyingly close to soft. "You're keeping it."
The certainty in his statement made the world tilt. I looked down at the small, perfect face, at the way the baby's lashes rested against its cheeks, and felt something crystallize in my chest, as cold and clear and immovable as a shard of glass. The thought rose without argument from the parts of me that had already claimed it.
"Yes."
He watched me with the same unreadable expression for a beat, then made a small, almost invisible nod. It was not praise, not approval—just acknowledgment. But it was enough.
"You'll need to give the Kid a name," he said, dry, pulling his attention back to the practical. "Also, we need to report that we have a child at Headquarters. I guess you will step down as Squad Leader."
A flicker of something like respect crossed his eyes. I managed a smile, tired and raw. "I guess so...."
He made a noise—almost a laugh—and then stood. "Keep it alive," he said, the imperiousness reclaiming him. "Or I'll make you regret it."
"Noted," I said.
He turned to leave, then paused in the doorway. For a heartbeat I thought he might say something else—some forbidden softness perhaps—but he only looked back, the angle of his head exacting, the glint in his eye dangerous and careful.
"You're reckless," he repeated. "But I respect your desicion."
Then he was gone—walking away with that precise step of his, leaving the hall's wood to groan in the silence he'd carved out. I cradled the baby a little closer, feeling its steady warmth against my heart.
The nursery was nothing more than an emptied barrack room, hastily cleared of cots and gear. By evening, Nanaba had strung sheets across the windows to block the chill, and Mike had dragged in a stove for warmth. For the first time since Shiganshina fell, the baby had a space of its own.
Hange hovered, of course. She examined the child with the enthusiasm of a scientist unearthing a rare specimen, her hands surprisingly gentle. She checked the baby's breathing, its limbs, the strength in its tiny fists. Her eyes softened the longer she studied.
"It's healthy," she announced, voice cracking just slightly. Then her grin returned, too big for the room. "And it's a boy."
A boy.
The word sank into your chest like a stone into deep water. A boy who would never know his mother's arms, who would never know Shiganshina as anything more than ash and smoke.
Hange leaned in, peering up at you. "So? What's his name?"
You stared down at the child, his small face softened by sleep, breath puffing in faint clouds in the chilly room. Naming him felt like holding a knife and swearing not to drop it. A promise you couldn't break, not when the world was already so eager to break him.
You whispered it then—a name that carried strength, a name that felt like survival itself. It fit on your tongue like an oath.
When night finally came, exhaustion weighed heavier than any blade you'd ever carried. You laid the boy in the make shift cradle, tucked him in with fabric scraps, and stood there longer than you meant to, hand resting against the frame. His breaths came slow, steady. Alive.
The cradle creaked softly as the boy shifted, a little fist punching at the blanket in sleep. You lingered there, one hand on the worn wood, fighting the weight of exhaustion pressing down on you.
The door whispered open.
Levi slipped inside like a shadow, boots silent against the floorboards. You almost spoke, but the look on his face stopped you—the rare kind of quiet he wore only when something mattered.
He approached the cradle, stopping just short of it. His eyes dropped to the boy, studying him with the same sharpness he reserved for assessing soldiers. But there was no disdain, no cold dismissal. Just... silence. A silence that stretched.
"What's his name?" His voice came low, rough around the edges.
You said it. Softly, like it might shatter in the air.
"Max"
Levi gave a single nod, the smallest tilt of his head, but it carried weight—approval, acknowledgment. He lingered another beat, then shifted his gaze to you.
"And you're really keeping him? No orphanage, no handoff to the brass?"
You didn't hesitate. "No. I don't want him alone in this world."
The words seemed to hit him harder than you expected. His mouth tightened, and for a moment, he looked away. His eyes lingered on the wall, as if there was something carved there only he could see.
When he finally spoke, it wasn't the sharp, measured Levi you knew. It was quieter. More dangerous for the way it cracked.
"If I'd had someone like you," he muttered, voice low enough it might have been meant for himself, "maybe I wouldn't be so fucked up in the head."
Your chest pulled tight. You wanted to answer, but the words tangled, useless. All you could do was stand there, the boy's soft breaths a fragile rhythm in the silence.
Levi's eyes flicked back to you. For once, he didn't hide behind his walls. He stepped closer, the space between you shrinking until you could feel the faint brush of his breath. His gaze dropped briefly—to your mouth—before locking on your eyes again, as if waiting for you to shove him away.
You didn't.
So he leaned in.
The kiss wasn't soft, not at first. It was cautious, deliberate, like he didn't quite believe he had the right. But then his hand brushed your arm—light, careful, like you might break—and something loosened. His lips pressed to yours again, slower this time, lingering with a tenderness that startled you more than the kiss itself.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours for a moment. You could feel the faint tremor of his breath.
"You're kind of a mother now," he murmured.
And then he straightened, stepping back into himself, walls sliding back into place—but not before you caught the flicker of something raw in his eyes. Something he didn't let anyone see.
The room was quiet again, the baby curled up in the cradle, small chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm. You sank into the chair beside it, rubbing your temples, exhaustion pressing at the edges of your consciousness.
Levi stayed by the door for a moment, arms crossed, his usual scowl back in place, but it no longer carried the usual edge. He was watching—not judging, not interrogating—but waiting, as if he didn't entirely trust himself to leave just yet.
"You're going to need help," he said finally, voice low, carrying that clipped authority of his. "You can't do this alone."
"I know," you admitted. Your hands hovered over the boy's tiny frame, brushing back the damp hair from his forehead. "But I'll do my best."
He stepped closer, still careful, as if proximity carried risk. "Good. Because I'm not letting you destroy yourself trying to raise him by yourself."
You looked up, startled at the intensity in his gaze. He wasn't smiling, not exactly—but the weight behind his words was enough to make you believe him.
"I can handle it," you said, though your voice wavered.
"No," he said flatly. "You won't handle it alone. Not completely. Not without me noticing when you slip. I'll keep watch."
Your heart thudded in a way that had nothing to do with the war or the Titans outside. Levi... Levi was offering you his presence. Not affection, not sentimentality, but presence. And somehow, that felt like the kindest thing anyone could do.
He crouched a little, eyes lowering to the baby. The infant stirred, tiny fingers reaching toward Levi's hand. Levi didn't recoil. He let the baby's small hand curl around his finger, and for a second, his expression softened—so slightly that you almost thought you imagined it.
"Don't get used to it," he muttered, and there was a ghost of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. "But I'll help. Because if anything happens to him—" His eyes flicked to you, sharp as blades. "—I'll make sure you to leash hell upon the one responsible, even if It is you."
You laughed quietly, tension spilling from your chest. "I think I can handle that kind of threat."
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You both watched the boy sleep, Levi standing close, guarding, watching. You realized then that maybe—just maybe—he was letting himself be soft in a way he rarely allowed, and he trusted you enough to share it.
"I don't think he'll ever be alone," Levi said finally, voice quieter. Almost to himself, almost to the baby. "Not while you're here. Not while I'm here. Not while Hanji is still alive and kicking. She'll propably never leave that Boy alone, know that he's here"
You swallowed hard, a lump in your throat, and nodded. "We'll keep him safe," you whispered. "Together."
Levi's eyes met yours, and there it was again: that faint, fleeting acknowledgment that he cared. Not in words, not in gestures that would look tender to anyone else, but in the way he lingered, the way he stayed near the cradle, the way he spoke with a rough promise that meant more than any soft words ever could.
And somehow, amidst the ruins of the walls and the shadow of everything you'd lost, that was enough.
You were a mother now. And Levi... he would be there.
The quiet of the night held you both, fragile and tentative, bound by something neither of you could yet name—but strong enough to stand against the darkness.
