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Weak Spot - Chapter 22

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

This chapter is a dedicated to and an homage to @buthowboutno ! All their fics are wonderful, but 'Going Down, Down (In an Earlier Round)' taught me about somnophilia and what a revelation that was!

Also continued obligatory shout-outs to @some-guy-named-dominyk and @amutantturtleenthusiast for again separately giving me chapter important positions!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

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Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: more intense breast fondling, a few folds in the mix, gotta note a couple clits, at least one cunt, plural pussy calls, and I believe a few labia mentions.

Coming to but refusing the threshold, you dreamily considered restful sleep. It had been a short enough time since and in a rapid enough deterioration that you hadn’t quite hit that point where you realized just how bad your deprivation had gotten. You had been left in the stage prior to that where you were starting to feel the perpetual wear of exhaustion, but it felt more like a gnat buzzing around. It was elusive, in the corner of your eye, and you just needed to hit it for all to be right in the world.

It just so happened that your flyswatter came in the form of a large turtle man.

Speaking of, even though you refused to come fully to, you were definitely in his apartment. It wasn’t just his presence that allowed you a good night’s sleep, but also the caress of those delicious high quality sheets at your cheek. Nuzzling against the cotton fondly, you tried to remember just which of his apartments you’d crashed at. Still adjusting to the new ‘erratic’ schedule, as Donnie had put it, you’d been the one to suggest numbering the locations. It was for anonymities sake as he’d initially set them by their location alone. They spanned the city and you figured it would be more covert to just list them off by code.

Were people listening?

You had no idea.

You could always ask, but that was a problem for conscious you.

You were still asleep.

At least, you definitely weren’t awake yet.

Turning your thoughts off and focusing only on the ambient sound of the apartment, you wondered idly if your boyfriend was still in bed. You couldn’t hear his breathing, but that also wasn’t uncommon. You’d only actually caught him asleep once, but it wasn’t as if in the time since that you’d been as keen on catching him. Other things had happened. You’d once rode an awesome lucky high. You’d had other priorities. It was back when you were just happy to wake up beside him.

In a roundabout way, you returned to your same question.

Not wanting to fully commit to action as that would thwart your sleep, you debated what the most minimal step you could take was. You didn’t need to mask the act because as soon as this little check was over, you were giving right back into unconsciousness. You just needed an assurance. It had only been a week since his return and this was the first time you’d spent the night. The hesitation of how to fall back into the ease of one another was there as self-inflicted wounds still healing. It was why you needed to know.

A single touch would surely halt your worries.

Then you could go back into recovery mode.

Against the sluggish thoughts, a detailed warning popped up. You wanted to close the mental alert, but chose to skim it instead. It seemed to be a reminder in place that mostly dealt with his shell. Knowing not to risk a full fling of your arm in fear of hitting it, you needed to temper your movement. It meant in a lazy haul, you swept the sheets until your hand emerged from underneath the covers. You then dragged it towards a median point and laid it there. Trying to judge where it landed without opening your eyes, you did mental calculations on how high you needed to tread to tap him. They were mostly useless numbers that were interrupted by another pop-up about hitting his face. You closed that one using a mental shortcut.

That territory wasn’t off-limits, just annoying.

Thinking it was probably only about half a foot to a good safe point, you found the hurdle of lifting your hand once more. Steam was rapidly leaking out of your tank and sleep crept into the space it afforded. Guessing you made it far enough, thoughts grew fuzzy as a hand carefully took yours. The delicacy at which Donnie took the appendage said he didn’t want to wake you if that was the case. In a cradle, he seemed to simply feel the weight of you for a long moment. It felt grounding and you figured it was doing the same for him. His thumb slowly skimmed over the top of your knuckles before he brought it up. He then chastely, and in a manner you identified as reserved, kissed the tips of your fingers.

It wasn’t exactly a rush, but it left a flickering buzz in its wake. The two of you had succumbed to many kisses in his time back, but there was always a stopping point. It was unconsciously transmitted and accepted by both parties. Heat there came only in sparks. Instead, it often translated the deep feelings of loss and the joy of being reunited. In the span of things your separation had been short, but mentally the split had been far too long.

He was still for a long moment and you sensed he was mulling something over. He placed a second kiss to your knuckles before he shifted his hold. From where four of your fingers draped over one of his, he split his digits apart. Your slack hand slid to a dangle where your pads were just barely hanging on. It also revealed your palm to him. Rooting his snout between his two fingers to access it, he placed a tiny kiss right in the center.

His tenderness lingered and you couldn’t help the way one of your legs unconsciously slid under the sheets.

As if curious, he pressed his lips flat to your palm and removed his hand from the equation. It left your fingers draped over his snout and his breath tickling your appendage.

Fighting the urge to pet him, you had imagery of approaching a wild animal. You had succeeded in the sniff test and were on to the part where the beast nuzzled your hand as a means of acceptance.

He seemed satisfied there as his breathing evened out and he calmed.

Was he concerned?

What had happened the night before?

Still unwilling to commit to wakefulness in spite of curiosity, you sorted through your first date back. It had been one of smaller affections as it was hard for you to keep your eyes off each other. It was as if you both needed to be in full view less one was about to disappear. To maintain the vigil meant having to keep a certain amount of distance. Still wanting to be glued at the hip, you very much felt like two similarly charged magnets being forced together, but never able to truly click.

The edge of distance along with a certain basal fear of interruption left you both unable to drop your guards in a meaningful way. Even tonight, when you’d planned to finally come to one of his apartments, those feelings lingered and kept the tension from trending sexual. Overwhelming exhaustion had won out in the end as stunted rest had been eating away at you both. At least, you assumed Donnie had slept some. He definitely hadn’t fought the decision to lay down and though it was fuzzy, you were pretty sure he’d even suggested it. His eyes had even closed before yours; though you had a feeling sleep claimed you first.

Whatever he had done, he was clearly more refreshed than you.

Idly stuck on whether that was due to his mutation, he nudged your hand so he could place a few kisses that trailed toward your pulse point.

The terribly innocent nature of what should have been an otherwise intense touch struck you.

You gave a dreamy sigh.

Donnie’s hand reappeared to carefully take your wrist and remove you from his face. He then spoke in a hushed tone. “You haven’t rested enough.”

You really didn’t want to answer. You knew you should say something, but you were just so damn comfortable. What you landed on ended up being a little nod that could easily be misconstrued as you simply snuggling into your pillow.

For awhile he held your hand. The grip was different as his fingers now wrapped around the back. It left his thumb in your palm encased by your slack digits. He applied a light pressure, but it didn’t seem to satisfy him. He then slowly glided his thumb down until he lay over your pulse.

You were tired, but you clearly weren’t dead. You wondered why he felt the need to keep checking your heart. Dreary thoughts reminded you of your worries and why you had reached out to him in the first place. Knowing him to have the same concerns, you wondered what was necessary to pull you both back from this precarious edge.

While you tried to create mental strategies, Donnie decided to take a more forward approach. In a near perfect swap, he traded his thumb for his lips. The weight of his mouth mimicked the digit and you were sure he could feel your pulse there. You ruminated on the gesture until sleep tugged at your consciousness. You fell towards it until your anchor point pulled you back. In an ever so careful glide, Donnie’s other hand came to take his mouth’s place as a monitor. It left his lips free to leave a line of dainty kisses tracing the veins towards the crook of your elbow.

What was he up to?

Whatever it was, even though it interrupted your trip to dreamland, it was a pleasant distraction. You didn’t think you were that good at acting, but he seemed to think you were asleep. It left whatever he was doing relegated to an interesting territory where he didn’t want impede you and instead enhanced your drowsiness with comfort.

He reached the crux and the kiss there had the most heat of any yet.

Your lips parted unconsciously and your natural exhale leaked out there.

He froze as if caught and you could feel the way his eyes shot to your face. For a long moment he seemed to wait for some sign before he released a held breath into your skin. The warmth tickled the fine hairs there and he gave what was just shy of a hum before you heard the moment he opened his mouth. “Permission, permission…”

His voice was much lower than before.

You only wondered what for.

If it was to continue his little exploration, you were happy to be the limp receiving end as long as he didn’t mind it. Conveying that was too much effort, so you went back to your postulation. This was the only thing he was doing so it had to be related. It begged the question as to why he would need permission. If it meant going farther, that wasn’t necessarily off the table. It only added a new question of why he didn’t just ask you. It was like he wanted you to stay asleep.

Refusing to lift your lids, you could feel the way your eyes twitched beneath them.

That was certainly something.

You grappled with the information and imagined the way your loose body would be putty in his hands. It struck you as a hell of a way to subvert the hesitation. If he didn’t want to wake you, then he’d have to focus solely on care. If he wanted to get anywhere, he’d still have to commit to action. It seemed very much like him to turn reaffirming your relationship into a high stakes game of sorts. You wondered if he had planned it or if the thought had just occurred to him. The latter seemed more applicable if he was grappling with consent.

Again fending off surprise psyichal, you lamented that these realizations wouldn’t be so momentous if you weren’t so tired.

It made complete sense that he’d want to know if it was okay to fondle your sleeping body. Alternatively, it had been so obvious, in fact, you hadn’t considered it because it was already granted in your mind. You yourself ached to cuddle his sleeping form ever since you’d glimpsed it. Returning that gesture was a given. However, you hadn’t voiced any of that. He’d been clear that he wasn’t one for sleepy snuggles. You’d been happy to oblige and relegated the desire to a nice little shelf that you’d return to for daydreams. There wasn’t much there, but it was soothing to entertain when necessary.

Donnie gave a little weighty exhale that said he was stumped.

Similar to your original maneuver from when you awoke, you were stuck with how to execute. Speaking was something you wanted to avoid, but you sensed you’d have to do something with your vocal cords. That seemed too small though. You also wanted to let him have this discovery. You needed an action that would communicate such without dissuading him that you were fully awake and therefore totally privy to the actions he was trying to test out.

Thankfully, you’d already thought of one.

Giving a dreary little noise that spoke to slightly disrupted sleep, you stretched. It wasn’t the full on kind you gave upon waking, but instead a tired one that signified you’d roll over and conk back out. It meant the arm in his grasp extended and you sensed it move past him. When you reeled it in, it hooked his head unconsciously. Working that into your favor, you acted as if he were a teddy bear and pulled him as close as his seemingly stunned body would allow. Your arm cradled him and he let you get his forehead near your chin. With him semi-tucked, you topped the action off with a cherry.

“Donnie…” You mumbled with affection before relaxing.

You could feel his processors aflame with data, before the tense muscles in his chin smoothed out against your arm. “Can I touch you?”

The question was nearly mute.

If he weren’t so close, you might not have heard it at all.

“Mhm…” You slurred and pulled him closer. This time he came easily and buried into your sternum. Assuming he could really feel your heart there, you weren’t surprised when he turned his head so his tympanum was pressed to you. What caught you off guard was the feeling of him speaking again.

“Do you trust me?”

He knew you did.

It’d been a revelation he constantly loved to bask in.

You guessed it had been awhile since the last reminder.

It was worth the exertion.

“O’course…” You garbled the syllables mistakenly, but it worked in your favor.

“Go back to sleep.” He whispered before pressing a kiss to your throat.

He didn’t need to tell you twice.

You gave a single nod that could easily have been a little snuggle into the top of his head.

Satisfied, Donnie let you before he turned his attention to the arm craned around him. With little brushes, he kissed himself free and chased the limb back to your body. He paused there, somewhere around your upper arm and, with his mouth to you, you could feel the way he smiled. It lulled you to find that this turn brought him so much joy even if he felt like he was getting away with something. You wondered how much he liked pushing the boundaries of consent. It was within this thought space that you were coaxed onto your back.

You hadn’t really registered him having done anything, but the slight shift brought some form of focus. You felt the covers brush your stomach and realized he’d worked your sleep shirt up around your chest at some point. Refusing to play part and tossing your head away to the side, you felt the sheets lift. An outside air chilled you as his figure tented the cotton. For a moment, he paused there and you could tell he was taking in the intensity of your scent which had been trapped under the covers. Drinking you in with audible breaths, he eventually brushed his snout along your upper arm. The appendage was laying by the wayside and he moved it easily until he could rest his head there. He then stilled again to the point where you lost track of him as sleep crept in.

You had almost fully submerged when he finally moved again. His new pace was one set to a snails as you lost track of him. He appeared again in a haze as his mouth found your waist. Careful as could be, he licked and sucked what had to be little hickeys into your skin. It stirred your body in a heavy way. Avoiding the burning build-up, he continued to ply your tired mind with comfortable ascension.

In a slow crawl, he littered markings while barely bringing his mouth away from you. His destination was clear from where he was trending, but the sweep there was so slow you felt yourself nodding off again. The pleasant weight of his tongue and hot breath across the expanse of your stomach were soothing like a bundled blanket. Pacified, it wasn’t until you felt the sheet lift from around your feet that you realized he’d left you at all.

With a gentle brush of warmed hands from pawing, your legs fell open to him. He’d settled himself betwixt them after a swift kick broke the covers free from their mattress tuck. It had all been so surreal that you had to react in some way. Keeping from fully opening your eyes, you looked through your lashes to find the pale purple sheets cloaking the figure hovering between your legs. It was an odd thing to let your lids drift shut after seeing, but your head was far too heavy to keep propped up. His oral fixation resumed on the inside of your left leg, just below the knee, and again his ministrations were exceptionally slow.

Time lost meaning in what must have been a microsleep because the next thing you felt was a scorching press right into your core. You arched on contact and a stuttered breath rocked out of you. His mouth came away and you felt him gently shush you. The heat of his lips urged you to relax as he pressed little kisses into your inner thigh. It succeeded only in bringing attention to the litany of bruises he’d had time to leave there. You mewled at the thought of how gentle he must have been to make them while you’d hit a light sleep. Another hush came off his lips and with it a blow that he mistakenly sent in the wrong direction. It brushed your sex and highlighted how thoroughly soaked you were.

You tried to exert reason. It couldn’t have been from just one lick. He’d somehow worked you up to this point. While it was a tried and true fact that he had the ability to soak you, he’d always had to lead with something whether it be words or other touches. That meant he had to have latched his mouth on to you. Not knowing for how long, you could only imagine him carefully lapping and the full push of his tongue had roused you. Abuzz from the unknown, you rolled your hips as you could sense how close he was. He stayed back and instead murmured for you to go back to sleep.

That seemed implausible until he started his massage.

It began with the thick of his hands kneading into the muscles of your inner thigh. You hadn’t thought they were tense until he started to work them into veritable jelly. His pinpointed pressure was offset by the large scope he could encompass. A drowsy hum of satisfaction locked into your throat as he rubbed down to your knee. He placed a kiss to your left cap before coming back up. You momentarily thought him a fool for rushing back to his intended task without fully pacifying you until he bypassed your sex for your hips. The massage started anew and it was around the time that he unknotted your lower back that the gentle rock of him sent you back to dreamland.

You awoke with a start.

It wasn’t the kind from a bad dream that couldn’t be pulled to the waking world, but instead one where you’re coming too and realize in some basal part of your brain that you hadn’t meant to doze off.

Staring up at the ceiling, you tossed one of your limbs over your eyes. There was no errant light to block out and instead you used the gesture to help you think. Your body felt like goo in the best of ways. Not only had you been gifted incredible sleep, but your muscles felt refreshed. Mentally thanking your gorgeous masseuse, you heard a clinking in the kitchen. Still riding the minor high from having just woken up, you lolled upward. Hitting a sitting position and slumping forward comfortably, you felt an ache between your legs. Identification happened instantaneously, but you still took an additional swivel of your hips to make sure.

Donatello had a penchant for multiple orgasms.

Instead of wilting, you got onto two liquefied legs and scurried off to the bathroom. It was there you butted your back up against the sink and reached between your legs. A testing poke to your nethers found the same familiar tenderness. It brought your hands together with a clap over your lips. The scent of you hit your nostrils as you tried to comprehend how he did it. You were assaulted with images of him, tongue lovingly running over you in a painfully slow treatment to keep you asleep while also getting you off. Your hands crawled up until they covered your face and trapped the heat of your cheeks there.

Sweltering from that and your scorched breath, you imagined how you must have cum. It would have been a slack shaking that you had no control over. You tried to picture his face; several came to mind from awe to that researcher’s inquisition. He’d then been spurned to go again and that’s where you inevitably lost track. You had no idea how many times he’d brought you to climax and the thought alone caused a reflexive clenching that started the cycle anew. Turning, you had to wash your face and brush your teeth. You lingered in the cold tap for too long just trying to calm down.

How long had you been together and he was still unlocking new things within you?

You had a feeling you’d barely scratched the surface.

Jittery, you went to use the toilet and found your underwear hadn’t been returned. The sleep shirt he never seemed to have removed and you vaguely recalled he had pushed it up. Wondering just how many things he had done to you, you glanced down at your leg. A little purple bruise peeked out there and you lifted your hem to find dozens of them covering you. Inching back to a nearby wall to give yourself space, you hiked the top up to see a litany of marks running all the way up your torso and over your breasts.

You definitely didn’t remember him going that high.

The heat boiled up again and this time you decided to direct it at the source. Exiting the bathroom, you headed towards where you had last heard him to find Donnie flipping an omelet in a skillet. You gawked openly as he seared it off and then pivoted to slide it out onto an awaiting plate on the opposite counter. He passed you a comfortable glance in his black loungewear and turned to pour another premixed solution into the awaiting pan. Watching the way his back muscles moved under his tank, you inched towards the omelet. Not as absorbed in his task as you thought, he piped right up.

“That one’s mine. Yours will be served fresh.”

“Oh… Thanks.” You steered around the counter and hooked your elbows there so you would be out of the way. “About… this morning…”

He ignored you and used the handle of the skillet to stir the contents.

“Donnie how long-?”

“Shall we stay in today?”

Your head came up from where it was perched on your hands. “Hey-”

“We could make the most of each other’s company.”

“That’s sweet, but-”

“Why don’t you pick something for us to watch?”

Glowering at the back of his head, you stormed over to the couch. You knew it wasn’t totally futile, but it was odd he was being so stubborn about this. You’d had vague theories this morning about his sensitivity, but you’d also both come so far with communication that it seemed odd that he’d take such a large step back. You mulled it over as you brought up a video about deer population in Japan. It seemed interesting enough and you started it up only to pause it right away. There was another familiar flip as he tossed the pan and then the clatter of another plate.

You shifted to give him a minute amount of couch space which he took with little disagreement. He passed you your omelet along with a fork and you marveled how he’d accurately guessed your favorite additions. His seemed to be just egg in comparison and you watched as he methodically severed off a bite. You had a sort of recollection percolating, but didn’t have the time to stew on it. Instead, you turned on the video and half watched while you ate.

Of course it was cooked to perfection and tasted like pure delight.

Suddenly ravenous, you finished yours before Donnie his. You then scooted back until you were butt up against the sofa’s arm and languidly sank into terrible posture. Comfortable, you fell into the interesting facts of the program and only vaguely became aware when Donnie set his empty plate on the coffee table. When he came up, he draped an arm over the back of the couch.

“Two times, 1 hour and 12 minutes, with the utmost care.”

You kicked his leg as your cheeks were set aflame.

“You’re not getting your underwear back today.”

You pulled your other leg up to hit him with a double foot assault.

He chuckled.

“What is up with you today?”

He was quiet and that pulled your eye. Through his glasses you could see his gaze was unfocused and you sensed he was replaying the events in bed. You shrank back into your side of the couch and waited until he spoke again. “How would you rate your experience?”

You tried to mask your jolt by tucking your legs up against your body.

“I could have acquired clearer consent.”

“No… that was… fine.”

He turned his head incrementally towards you.

“It was pretty creative. Was it spur of the moment?”

He gave a single nod.

The possibilities seemed endless.

Suddenly drowning in a sea of your imagination, you saw a thousand glimpses of the wildest throes of passion. Never something you usually inserted yourself into, you felt very much like a steamed bun trapped in a basket.

It wasn’t until Donnie touched your leg that you realized he was openly watching you.

You seized up at the sight of him and his lids hooded as he seemingly read your thoughts. “Your review.”

“I don’t… remember much of it.”

He leaned in bridging the gap.

“D-Donnie…!” Your voice sounded desperate.

Why were you being so shy?

One of his hands dented the cushion near you so he could continue his trek. Your back pushed up against the arm of the couch until it creaked under your pressure. He came in close and your eyes instinctually lowered as you prepared for what you thought would be a kiss. Instead he hovered close and, as you peeked out at him, you realized why.

You could smell your sex.

There was obviously the waft of the meal he’d just eaten on his breath, but there was also the unmistakable scent you’d just gotten a whiff of in the bathroom. Your eyes shot wide at the prospect. It hadn’t been just his mouth on you; he had been down there so long that his face must have been covered in your juices. Overwhelmed, you finally correctly identified the swirling emotion threatening to swallow you. You’d been holding back to the point where anything threatening to break through would inevitably cause an onslaught. Launching yourself at him, Donnie caught you as you shoved your face towards his. He miscalculated your destination as you skipped the kiss and instead licked a thick stripe over his bottom lip.

There was the faintest hint of you there and the smell was nearly appalling this close. Against your body, Donnie went rigid and you pulled back to aim your lustful gaze right at him.

“I’m going to suck you off today.”

There was another hitch but this one came with a shift in his eye.

It was clear hesitation.

Your heart sank.

With stuttered movements, you moved your hands to his shoulders as you backed off from him.

“Y/N.”

“No, I get it.” You stood and, though you hadn’t originally had a destination, you caught hold of the plates to bring them over to the kitchen.

“It isn’t the act of fellatio itself.”

“Sure.” You flicked the tap and rinsed the dishes off.

“There is a certain amount of dubiety that solely lies with me. It would be wrong to proceed otherwise.”

You left the plates in the sink and turned the water off. “What’s the orgasm disparity right now?”

He perked up in the corner of your eye.

“I know you keep track.”

“Of yours.”

“When was the last time you came?” You turned and folded your arms.

He looked away.

He knew.

You sighed.

“I get that you’re scared…”

He had a protest on his lips, but it was a reflexive one that he kept down.

“Your think if you can make me feel good enough then it’ll make up for the bad and you can finally let go of the guilt.”

“That is not wholly correct.”

“What am I missing?”

“The act of eating out is a soothing repetitive task. It is both easy to get lost in by design whilst paired with giving my partner pleasure.”

It felt like your insides had to accommodate by how violently your stomach flipped.

Had he ever called you that before?

Reaching to grip the counter for some stability, you looked at him. “I would never force you.”

He nodded.

You had something on your lips, but buried it. “No.” You shook your head to rid yourself of it. “I would never force you. I’m not upset. Never mind.”

He stood and you brought a hand up to stop him.

“Okay, I’m upset, but it’s with myself.” You looked to him to translate your honesty. “Experience was 12/10, extremely satisfied, you unlocked something in me and seemingly showed me a hundred new doors to kinks I literally would not have realized I had and I’m sort of worried my heart won’t be able to take it.”

He gave a leer that dripped with tease.

“I just miss… having you inside me.” You flushed and put all your willpower into not turning away. “I don’t want to rush you. I’m just… confused and heated and turned on and still sort of nervous and a million other things that I feel like I can run to sex to to turn off, but… it shouldn’t be like that. We’re intimate and it’s not any less. I’m annoyed I got annoyed.” You grimaced and finally succumbed to the slump.

Donnie padded over to you and drew you to him.

Keeping your head down, you tucked against his plastron as he held you loosely. “Therapy next week.”

You felt Donnie nod as he stroked your back languidly.

The comfort plied you until you relented and relaxed.

You both lingered in the moment until his chest bobbed.

You looked up at him curiously.

His amused gaze was waiting for you. “You will be the first to know as soon as I am ready.”

You snorted and gave him a playful slap.

He stepped away but hooked his fingers around your waist. You came to him with joking reluctance as he led you over to the couch. There he hefted you up and you squealed as he fell back into the cushions with you in tow. He mitigated your fall so you wouldn’t snap against his toughened torso and settled down until he was comfortable with you laying on top of him. You did your own adjustments and he got hold of the remote to maneuver your queue. He picked a video that was reviewing grocery store foods and the two of you settled in to cuddling.

It took several videos until you suddenly asked him about his side of the turtle ambush. He paused the video to give you his full attention as he simply explained he took on Leo and Raph. He complained about how they talked to one another too much which left them open for easier blows. He also mentioned with a bitter bite that somewhere along the line he himself miscalculated a single step which caused the swipe to his back. You got the feeling that he had never once fought them with his bare shell, but that seemed a little too sensitive a subject to breach. Instead you shifted to ask him how changing his bandages was by himself. You’d gotten help from your roommate after falling for her pitfall. Donnie simply remarked he was used to it and there were traces in his voice that spoke of many wounds. It made you wonder about his wraps again, but you left the conversation with a thank you kiss for sharing.

Though you hadn’t once looked at a clock, you felt a soreness eventually crop up from the position and sat up to stretch. You were aware it’d hike your shirt and could feel Donnie eye you as you straddled his thigh with your hands high above your head. Coming down as if nothing had occurred, you beamed at him. “You made breakfast, I’ll make lunch?”

His eye was near your legs and he snapped up to your face like he’d almost forgotten. “Kitchen’s freshly stocked.”

“Better than my apartment.” You hopped off of him and headed over to see what he had.

“You haven’t gone shopping yet?” He had the slightest grouch to his voice.

“My roommate brought home all that food. I’ll need to this weekend though.” You hung over the fridge door to examine its contents.

He quieted and you could sense there was more he wanted to say.

You had felt the pull too. You wanted to ask him to go with you, but it had been a bit of an ordeal last time. You weren’t planning to go to that store in particular as the timeline wasn’t ready for it, but you wondered how he’d do with a regular outing. Saturday’s were naturally busy and you thought better of it as you left the fridge for his cabinets. He had a really nice loaf of ancient grain bread that you pulled out and gave a squeeze. “It’s not French bread, but how about bruschetta?”

He seemed surprised as you held the loaf up for him to see. “Sure.”

“Afraid I’ll out cook your omelets?”

“Hardly.” He mocked turning away. “Interesting choice.”

“Thank you!” You chirped and set the oven. You amused yourself by not asking and looking for all the staples you needed. Everything was placed logically and you soon had all the implements necessary. Sliced bread was oiled and onto a sheet pan just in time when the oven hit temp. You popped them in with a timer set and turned to a cutting board with the many tomatoes. You lost yourself in a little hum and the rhythm of dicing them up. You were about halfway done when you sensed Donnie creeping up on you. You gave him a half smile in passing thinking he would sneak a bite. He had a different kind of hunger in mind. His fingers curled carefully around your waist and he settled himself flush with your back.

“Careful, I have a knife.” You warned genially.

“You’re doing great.” He murmured into your ear as he bent down to your shoulder. With a brush of his snout he freed the crook of your neck from the collar of your shirt and placed a kiss there.

You tipped your head to accommodate him. “What got you?”

He brushed his lips along your neck trending upward toward your ear and made a little noise in question.

“Is it me cooking for you? In your kitchen? After what you did to me this morning?” You paused and turned to look at him which broke him free from you.

He gave an acid washed smile. “All of the above.”

You rolled your eyes at him and went back to prep.

He settled into leaving hickeys along your neck and you wondered if any part of you would leave his house unmarred. He was gentle enough that you were able to finish up the tomatoes and chiffonade some basil. You had just gotten to work on the garlic when his hand crept up your shirt. Pressing the knife down into the cutting board and shuddering under his touch, he palmed your breast. You let out a shaky breath as he expertly cupped and caught your nipple between his fingers. He rolled it with ease and you arched back into him.

“You’re not done.” He tutted into your hair.

“Seriously?” You huffed in return.

He stopped his movements and lifted away enough to smile down at you wickedly.

You whined and tried to keep your fingers far away as you resumed chopping. Donnie’s other hand made an appearance at your other breast and immediately joined the now dual massage. Trying not to let your eyes roll back in your head, you finished and dumped the rest of the ingredients into a big bowl with trembling fingers. His teeth traced his old bite marks and he was nearly lifting you off the ground by your chest alone when the timer went off. He unlatched as if nothing occurred and you had to messily shove your hem down to retrieve the toast.

Setting them aside on a pot holder for easy transfer, you went to add the sauce. Donnie got ahold of you just as you tipped a bottle of balsamic and you hissed as you poured a little too much. He merely chuckled into your shoulder as his hands drifted across your stomach. It tilted your hips back into his and he ground against your ass. Moaning at the motion he hadn’t chanced in too long, you blinked as you were bent over the counter. The forgotten parmesan sat right under your nose and you nearly snorted at how he had mistakenly reminded you. You went to grab it when you felt his hands at a completely new angle on your legs.

That made no sense so you pushed away from the counter enough to look down. Donnie stared back up at you and you jarred at the sight of him. He had, at some point, turned himself all the way around and sat on the floor between your legs. His shell now rested against the counter you were working at and he was gently caressing the backs of your thighs as he seemed to be waiting for something.

“Hey…” You shot him an awkward smile.

“Hi.” He nearly purred.

“You’re good at misdirection.”

He hummed contentedly and his eyes flicked forward. Realizing he was looking at your bare sex, your knees buckled. His hands slipped down to the joint behind them and pushed them forward. He then slid his body down further so that they could press into the counter for stability just above his shoulders. The move sent his head further between your legs and you stammered out syllables that amounted to nothing.

You had to try again. “H-how can I-?!”

His head tilted up as if to watch you more and his breath tickled your interior.

The unabashed moan you let out was not one you were proud of.

“We won’t be able to eat until you finish.”

Looking at the twice forgotten cheese, you chewed your lip.

So he wouldn’t start until you were done.

There was no way he was going to make it easy until then.

You steeled yourself as you grabbed the parmesan again. Donnie’s hands held tight to your skin as he trended back up. Thankful your knees had a stable point, you leaned heavily into the counter as you dumped the cheese into the bowl. His hands landed just above your bottom and his fingers flexed as he tested a few solid holds. You made a grab for some olive oil and tipped the bottle just as his tongue reached out to barely brush your sex. Your hand pulled back this time with a snap to keep from flooding the dish.

Donnie rocked side to side and his snout bumped you repeatedly as he looked for the best position. You rushed to get the rest of the ingredients into the bowl before he found one as when he did, he buried his tongue right into your folds. You seized up with a little cry that he smoothed with a nurturing caress to your hips. Your forearms hit the counter with a slap as he coaxed you down just the littlest amount so his mouth could fully taste you.

Thinking on how very wrong you’d been in your understanding of his ‘eat’ comment, you tried to toss the mixture. It was made all the more difficult as he made his best impression of a starving man between your legs. The near squat shook the muscles in your legs and warned of giving out. He targeted you with precision that came from a ghastly amount of practice. With a quivering spoon, you got most of the mixture doled out onto each toast with a good handful of the bruschetta falling to the wayside on the pan. The last plain bread in sight, Donnie latched onto your clit just as one of his hands left your hip. In a sudden dip, a finger pumped into you and you came on contact.

You cried out and dropped your spoon in favor of clinging to the counter. In a move unlike all the other times he had eaten you out, he pulled away and seemingly watched as your pussy desperately milked his digit. All threats on your muscles were made good as you felt the familiar give. A pathetic little, “I’m gonna fall,” came off your lips as you crumpled.

“Got you.” In a swift pivot, Donnie hoisted himself out from under you while supporting your weight. He then did an awkward twist that tangled his arms as he got behind you. One arm secured tight to release the other before you were picked straight off the floor. You settled against him still riding out the last little vestiges of your orgasm as he carried you over to the couch. “Incredible as always,” he mused as he laid you down.

You shook your head and gave a delirious chuckle. “I didn’t finish.”

He cocked a half smile. “You did.”

You went to swat him but he ducked between your legs again. “No! Hey!”

“Clean up.” He responded happily before licking away your excess slick.

A string of curses devolved into gibberish off your lips as he left your core with a seared kiss before going to fetch the tray. He brought it over and set it on the coffee table while simultaneously eating one of the toasts. “You’re an animal.” You groaned, still unable to sit up on shaky limbs.

“You just noticed?” He mocked offense and offered a hand.

You waved him off to regain your strength. He let you and flipped on the TV for some mindless background noise. You could tell it didn’t have his attention because every time you glanced at him, his gaze was squarely on you. “Me lying here can’t be that interesting.”

“I beg to differ.”

You shook your head at the futility of it all and finally got yourself upright. He slid the tray towards you and you sank down on your knees to the floor to eat over it. Latent jitters made you feel like you’d make a mess otherwise and after your first bite resulted in an immediate tomato spill, you were pleased with the choice you’d made. Donnie hovered nearby and seemed to eat slower and slower as you regained your strength. “Can you get me a drink?”

Wordlessly he darted away and you watched after him curiously. Swallowing a bite, he seemed tense as he poured a glass of water and brought it over. You watched him openly as he averted his gaze and seemed to recall something. He returned to the kitchen and poured himself a glass which he then gulped down in what looked like an act of desperation. Finishing your fourth toast, you sipped daintily on your drink and wondered if you should bother asking.

In a robotic turn, he shot right back to his spot on the couch and dropped down with perfect posture.

“Donnie, you goo-?”

“I’m fine.”

You stared at him dully.

His snout crinkled as he realized his mistake.

With a little push to the table you rotated yourself to face him, still on your knees. “Don.”

“Yes?” He stared forward at nothing.

“What’s up?”

His leg bounced until his fist shot down onto his thigh to violently stop it.

You looked down the appendage and then traced it back up to him, waiting.

“I think… now.”

“Now?” You parroted before it sank in. “Wait, now!?”

He gave a curt nod.

“Now.” You mouthed before scooting closer to him.

He tightened up as you closed the little two foot gap between you and you slowed all the more for him. You were delicate as could be as you barely touched a fingertip to his knee. He didn’t tense further, so you added the rest of your fingers. His eye dropped a single time to check you before flying right back to the wall.

“Are you sure?”

“I will stop you if so, but proceed as we might lose this moment.”

You gave a little nod and coaxed his knee to leave its twin.

“You… are up for this, correct? I should have asked. I should-” He suddenly fussed.

“Shhhh…” You drew out the sound and tilted your head as you looked up at him through your lashes.

His breath seized and you took it as a good sign as his legs splayed for you. You settled yourself between them and reached for his waistband. It took an upward flick of your eyes for him to brace himself so he could bring his hips up. With some awkward maneuvering, you got his joggers out from under him and he helped as they inched towards his thighs until they were off. He was far too stiff and you reached out to tuck a hand up underneath his tank top against the flat of his plastron around his abdomen. His vision quaked at your touch and you pressed gently as a reminder that his tail was trapped under him.

He made a new noise you identified as a stressed one as he lifted up and exposed himself with a tilt of his hips. His slit was weeping and you felt a stirring at the sight of it. Drunk on the view, your hand slid around the edge of his shell and curled into his hip. He gave a weakened groan as your other appendage joined on the opposite side and pulled. He came forward with a sudden snap of his arms back behind him as if he’d collapse without their support. You gently shushed him and pressed kisses into his thigh to give him time to calm.

He didn’t quell as much as you hoped as you could see the tension in his rigid shoulders. Frowning and wondering if you should dive in, you ran your hands soothingly over the outside of his thighs. It was there you clipped purple and tilted outward to spy the markings of his leg. Shifting side to side, you found each of his hips donned blocky purple that mimicked the bit you always saw on his shoulders.

“It’s nothing.”

You looked up at him to find the same rigidity still, but with a bit of irritation.

You narrowed your gaze at him and he set his in stone.

Refusing to grumble, you looked back to his core.

You could scold him later, right now you needed a distraction.

Biting your lip, you recalled his and took that as a lead. In a gentle nuzzle, you nosed the interior of his left thigh before peppering it with little kisses. He inhaled sharply as you trended inward before bypassing his sex with an outward exhale of hot breath. The couch creaked as he asserted downward pressure and you made a similar trek along his right thigh. You added in a punctuated suck near his apex and a little sound started in him that he grunted away. Looking up at him curiously to see his eyes shut, you increased suction to see if you could mark his jade skin. Its effect on him was palpable, but visually it looked little more than a wet spot. Shrugging it off, you drifted inward again and went back to gently stroking his legs.

It was there you pulled a hand free to trace his slit. Another noise was thwarted above you before you leaned in for a tentative lick. He hunched over you immediately but kept himself from grabbing you by suddenly fisting the couch cushions. You barely regarded his looming form in favor of prodding your tongue into him with a tilt of your head. His taste was inoffensive if not the tiniest bit acidic as you licked deeper. His pants echoed above you and you used your hand to part his lips. In an awkward shuffle, you pressed your torso to the couch so you could bury your face there. A sharp high note escaped him as your tongue explored. Pulling back, you let your lips gently pull at one side of his slit as you inserted a finger into him. In a twist, you curled the digit deep, keeping in mind the depth you once breached.

“Y-Y/N-” Donnie croaked and you felt the tip of his cock chase your finger out as you pulled back.

He dropped and you immediately wrapped your hands around him like his dick might escape otherwise. In a flash, you attached your mouth to the side and licked a slant up to his head. A form of a growl emitted from deep within his chest as you rounded and swirled your tongue over the spade. Joining your hands to pump at his base, you thought only that this must be what he felt like eating you out as you took him in your mouth. You immediately hollowed your cheeks for a gentle suction and above you Donnie groaned openly.

Lapping at his hole, you lifted off your knees in preparation to take him as deep as you could. You timed an upward stroke of your hand before lowering your head with its fall. You made it only a few inches before Donnie’s hand placed flat on top of your head. You resisted straining and braced in case he involuntarily thrusted. When one didn’t come, you shifted to look at him.

“I can’t…” He gasped.

Hit with the retraction on consent, you immediately pulled off of him. There was a wet pop as you unlatched and let go. He sank back into the couch as if defeated and crossed both his arms over his face. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re alright.” You sat back on your haunches and placed a chaste kiss to his knee.

He shook his head from underneath his appendages.

“It is. Don’t worry.” Thinking it might be safe, you tucked your hand around the thick of his calf and gave a reassuring squeeze. He tensed underhand and you slowly sank your fingers into the muscle in a knead. Resting your head against the same knee for what you hoped was a pleasant weight, you gave him space.

It took several minutes before his arms finally came down and a few more after that until he would open his eyes. You smiled when he finally looked at you and, though his gaze seemed even, you saw his brow raise at something there. Curious, your tongue darted out to wet your lips and you found his slick there. In a swipe you gathered what you could and mused over the slight tackiness of it. Entertained by that fact, you let go of him to rub your thumb over your face to gather whatever was left. You licked the digit clean, not thinking of the show until you heard a strained noise.

Looking to Donnie, his pupils were dark with lust and the bob of his cock spoke to how it had yet to go down.

“Sorry…” You mumbled with a shirk of your shoulders.

“Idea.” He spoke in a stunted tone.

“Yeah?” You tilted your head.

“Distraction.” He heaved around the word.

It wasn’t enough to go off of. You felt bad for having to probe. “What are you thinking?”

“69.” His lids lowered with punctuated heat.

The image struck you along with the thought and you bit your lip at the concept. An immediate counter thought hit you and you released your bite to grimace. “Uh, I want to, but logistically one of us won’t reach…”

In a blink his eyes were wide and you could see he was doing mental calculations as he looked you up and down. You sat a little taller in case it helped and it seemed to as his gaze shot to the right. When he returned he had a satisfied air to him.

You trusted him, but that didn’t mean you didn’t worry.

“Figure it out?” You tilted your head, nervously.

“Stand.” He sat up as if he were preparing for something.

“Oh…” Your gaze dropped to his cock and you thought about how a similar command had preceded the move you supposedly weren’t going for.

A hand appeared in your vision and you took it without thinking. He pulled and you scrambled to get your feet under you. Now standing in front of him, you waited as his eyes darted with another bout of math. His grip on your hand firm, you rubbed a little circle with your thumb a as reassurance that you were there. When he surfaced he caught it and shot you a look that communicated his appreciation. You smiled and he tugged you to the side. You took a step out from between his legs and he brought his hand up. Confused, you followed it which meant stepping up onto the couch. He brought his other hand in to stabilize your waist as you did so and you looked down on him with ever increasing uncertainty. A small smile played on his lips as he gave you one last once over.

“The best I can give is a warning that this will feel strange, but I’ve got you.”

Not prepared for a sudden full sentence you nodded. “Alright…?”

“Oh and brace your arms on my legs.”

“Brace…” The turned up octave that would have dictated a question died on your lips at his set features. Whatever was about to happen, you would just have to go with. “Got it…”

In a sudden lurch, he got a hold of you and you flipped over. You tried not to scream but a sound smashed against your closed lips. Dealing with the twists, when you finally settled you were hovering over his cock and put your arms out to his legs as instructed. Your shirt immediately fell around you in a terrible tent and you scoffed. Donnie chuckled from where he had a stable grip on your waist and lifted you with ease. In a little wiggle you let the fabric fall off and then threw it onto the floor. Your hands returned to his thighs and you turned to look over your shoulder.

Instead of having you resting on his shoulder as one might a bazooka, in a dip, Donnie tucked his head under one of your legs which put him at eye level with your sex. You clenched at the sudden realization of where this position put you. You could barely see him over your own ass, but the top purple of his head froze for a moment as he took the scent of your arousal in. He then shook it off for proper adjustments. It ended with your knees firmly against each of his shoulders and your shins resting against the back of the couch where your feet hung off. He had your waist settled tightly in his grip and you were still staring down the barrel of his cock.

“This is crazy.”

“Change your mind?”

“Nope!” You closed your legs to crush his head between your thighs.

You felt a rush of air as he exhaled suddenly.

Nervous, you released and he made a noise of irritation.

“Harder.”

Giving a little chuff of your own, you turned your attention to what was in front of you and dropped your arms. With your mouth open you took the head of his cock and he choked as you immediately sucked. Needing to retaliate, he surged forward and buried his face into your core. It broke your lip lock as the sudden reminder that this would be your fourth orgasm of the day hit you. Fighting off wilting at his expertise, you crushed your thighs together. He moaned dreamily into your cunt and you dropped back down.

Testing his head around your lips it became immediately apparent that you could only do so much with your mouth alone. Tapping Donnie’s thigh as he languidly tasted you like a fine wine, you wondered on that exact fact. He was pretty food aggressive in this sense and his handle on your waist was rock solid. Remembering his words on how he had you, you simply let go. For a moment you waited nervously, hands hovering out, but nothing changed. He licked a long stripe over your pussy and you wrapped your hands around his shaft tentatively. A single supportive hum came from him and vibrated against your labia.

You gasped at it before wicking up his slick in your grasp. You then used it to stroke him as a sort of lube which sent his lips away from you in a little pant. Spurned by this, you got your mouth around him and bobbed your head. He lowered you slightly so you could take more of him and hunched forward to keep himself rooted between your legs. It was messy and strange, but you both soon found a combined rhythm. You became keenly aware that you rocked in time, pumping against each other in nearly a fluid motion. Taking more and more of him until your jaw ached, you squeezed his bulb to hopefully signify you’d hit your max point. Donnie caught on quickly and kept that as the farthest he’d let you down.

The rolling continuation of him into you and you onto him flooded you with a warmth that was hard to place. Regardless of the bizarre positioning, it was the closest you had gotten to the feeling of penetrative sex. You realized then, as your tongue rolled around the flaps of his head, that it was the shared sensation you missed. Making each other feel good separately was its own join, but fucking each other was something else entirely. You tried to log that as a revelation to share with him later when a bitterness hit your tongue. Quickly identifying its salty undertones as pre-cum, you palmed his cock a little harder in time with clenches of your thighs. It was a question of how close he was and Donnie responded with a nibble to your clit.

Knowing he was trying to catch you up to orgasm in unison, you increased your speed. The muscles in your hand warned of locking and your jaw was worse for wear. Suddenly nervous you wouldn’t make it, your eyes squeezed until tears pricked the corners. Behind you, Donnie seemed none the wiser as he nosed himself deeper causing that familiar tightness to peak. The crest was rapidly approaching and you weren’t feeling the swell in his knot that said the same of him. You slacked your legs to try to communicate this, but Donnie simply hiked his shoulder up to put you back into place. Left only to amplify your ministrations on his head, you felt the tensile strength snap taunt within you before it unraveled. Cumming, he fell from your mouth and you dipped forward. It pressed his cock into your cheek as you rode out the waves of defeat.

It was there with the stickiness clinging to your face that you held him. He gave a long satisfied sigh before you could feel him prepare to lower you. You let go of his dick as your knees gently slid down his plastron until they landed on his legs. He then let go of your waist before shifting to help you stretch your limbs out. Moving upright and feeling a confusing rush of blood, you leaned back which sent your hips a counterbalance forward. Your damp sex brushed his shaft and he solidified on contact.

“Donnie?” You asked, worry helping sober you up.

“Can you get up?”

“Y-Yeah. Uh, just let me…” You went to grab the arm rest, but you still needed to clear his stiff member.

“I can’t-” It was a familiar rasp to his earlier stop command.

“Yes, yes! I’m sorry!” Pushing off on your loose legs, you did a sudden hop off the couch. Your action was successful as you got away from him without another graze, but your dismount was abysmal. You landed awkwardly with more weight on one leg than the other and immediately threw your arms out in a rapid spiral to try to correct. It amounted to nothing but making you feel like a fool as you stumbled several steps forward before falling right over.

“Y/N!”

“I’m fine…” You groaned from where your palm had hit the tile in the kitchen a little too hard.

You hoisted yourself into a sitting position with a wince and found Donnie hobbling over to you. His stiff member made the move difficult and you wondered why it was still standing so intently considering his intense reservations.

“I’m okay, silly. Would you stop?”

Ignoring you, Donnie knelt down and ran his gaze over you.

“Hey.” You reached out and cupped his cheek.

His eyes widened slightly and went to you in recognition.

“Where are you?”

“Here.” There was a confirmation to his tone.

“Yes, but I feel like there’s more.” Curling your legs to the side, you watched him drop to his knees. “Again, not forcing in the slightest, but… you kinda got someone betraying you here.” You nodded to his member who returned the gesture.

“It’s the attention. It’ll go down.” Donnie seemed like he wanted to turn away, but that would have removed him from your palm.

You stroked his jaw. “You look like Pooh with only a shirt on and dick out.”

Donnie reared with disgust and went to stand.

You laughed from the floor and grunted as you got to your feet. With a little pat to dust yourself off, you brought your head up in time for his tank top to hit you in your face. “So petty!” You called out as he disappeared into the bedroom. You stared for a long moment and heard the click of the bathroom before recognition hit you. “Donnie…?”

“Out in a minute.”

Blinking, you were in motion before you realized it. You rounded the corner in a rush and came up to the bathroom door with a skidding halt. “Are you…?”

Silence came from within.

“Are you taking care of it? Of… yourself?”

Even though there was no sound, there felt like a shift in the quiet. “It’ll be quick.”

“Oh.” Voice heavier than you wanted, you took a step back. You understood; it made sense. It would be a swiftly dispatch the issue as opposed to waiting. Backpedaling, you thought covering up would probably help the matter. Your shirt had landed somewhere in the living room so you headed back there when you heard the door to the bathroom open all too soon. Slowing, you half turned to find Donnie in a similar stance trying to hide the shame of his erection. “Nothing’s wrong. You go ahead. It’s totally fine.”

He continued to hesitate on the threshold as if trapped.

“Think you can talk?” You brought up a hand to give yourself some modesty just in case.

His pupil darted back and forth across the line that separated the two rooms.

Shifting your weight from one leg to the other, you thought. With a slight distraction, he had been fine. As soon as he had time to focus on what was happening, he got sucked up into his own head. It was a feeling you knew all too well. His plan had worked up until a point, but he was caught. He’d been so busy watching you strung up for pleasure it was like he forgot about himself. As soon as he was made aware he was part of the equation, fear reared its ugly head and he stopped on contact. There had to be an intermediary step between those two extremes to help him along.

Softening at a thought, you approached him slowly. He reacted with a wary lowering of his head. “Hey…” You stopped a few feet shy of him. “Can I touch you?”

He took a while processing your question before he gave a small nod.

You kept your gaze low and a small smile played on your lips as you reached towards his hand. His fingers lifted as you neared and you took the appendage. In a careful lift, you held the bridge between you and made a move to get his other. He brought it up similarly and you simply held him, feeling the weight of his hands. Yours looked especially small in the support position, but you still made little soothing strokes with your thumb. You waited until you could feel the tension release there before you went for your next move.

“Do you trust me?”

You watched his brain stall.

It didn’t seem like the question itself, but instead he grappled with the fact that you had asked it.

It drew an odd fondness from you.

You hadn’t chanced the question before in fear of his answer.

Now seeing his reaction, you wished you had done so sooner.

Instead of responding, he drew closer with a vulnerable eye. “You have something in mind.”

“I do.”

He lowered his head in a passive way that you took as a gesture to lead.

You stepped back slowly and pulled on the tether. He came easily and you led him over to the bed. “Lay down on your back.”

He checked in with you in one last glance before committing to the action. It struck you especially when he didn’t scoot over and instead lay on your side of the bed. He was submitting to you in a way he hadn’t before. It showed his trust all the more. Trying not to succumb to the sweetness, you stepped up beside him and he watched.

“Where’s the lube?”

“My nightstand, top drawer.”

You circled the bed and grabbed it before returning to him. “Okay. Unlike someone, I’m giving full transparency.”

He gave a chuff with a hint of reservation.

“I’m going to get on top and we aren’t going to insert or anything like that. We’re going to go ultra slow and not do a single thing you don’t want to. All I’m asking is for you to trust that I’ve got you.” You squirmed a little. “Like you always have me.”

His eyes widened by a small margin and then returned to an even gaze as he gave a nod.

“Thank you, Don.” You smiled at him before avoiding his reaction by climbing into the little space on the bed by his hips. You then made a show of tossing one of your legs over so you were straddling his thighs. His cock still bobbed at the ready in front of you and you had to resist touching it. Instead you palmed the lube and squirted some on your hand. Clasping around the fluid to warm the solution you waited and chanced a peek at him. He didn’t seem as on edge as he had on the couch, but you could see he still had concerns. Dropping your gaze to his member, you wondered how best to do this.

For human anatomy, it made the most sense to push him back where his cock would otherwise lay against his stomach. For Donnie, his plastron was in the way and he had a painful reminder of what that particular move felt like. Knowing then you would have to send him forward, you caged his legs in to push them together tightly. He seemed to catch the drift and closed up with perfect plank-like posture. Chuckling at the imagery, you reached out with slick hands to touch him. Your eye darted to his and he gave another nod that it was okay for you to do so. In a careful show, you skimmed him with your pads before committing to taking him in hand. His lips parted momentarily before he closed them back up. You shuffled forward on your knees until his member bobbed right around your lower torso. Letting go, you then reached around back to catch him again from between your legs. Bending his cock forward, you cleared him and settled on the other side raised high on your knees.

He immediately flared up and his eyes shot wide with alarm.

“Hey.” You held his cock firmly down. “Remember what I said? You’re okay. We’re not doing that. We can stop, but you’re okay. I’ve got you.”

You watched him have an internal struggle with a darting gaze before he relented with a tiny nod.

“I’m not going to let go, but I am going to touch you.”

You got another microscopic nod and readjusted from where the lube was loosening your grip. You then hunched forward to make sure the angle was right before lowering your body. The aim had been good and your pussy carefully landed just shy of the bulb at the root of him. His thighs twitched underneath you and in the barest roll, you dragged your sex back about an inch. The lube you’d applied made for a smooth glide, but you tempered going any further before checking back in with Donnie. His lids were half drawn in desire, but there was a wild air to his gaze that said he was fighting something. Glancing down, his hands were fisted at his sides and you reached out a wet digit to tap his plastron.

“Why don’t you grab my legs? You can get a better feel of where I’m going.”

Donnie was quick to give a rapid nod as he wrapped his thumbs around your thighs with his digits curling back just shy of your ass.

You let him settle before you made that same short journey in a small repetitive stroke. The bulb of him glided through your folds and the feeling of being this close to him after so long was addictive. Not allowing that instinct to take hold, you looked to your partner to find him on the losing side of his tumultuous battle. Feeling confident, you increased the length of him you let rub against you by another inch. He lolled back against your pillow and his fingers flexed into your flesh. Smiling to yourself, you double checked your slippery grip before grinding down on him a little harder.

His hips stuttered at the motion and you wondered how he’d subdued what you were sure was a buck. He seemed increasingly okay by the second so you added a little more of the movement. The bulk of his knot now rubbed fully across you and you stifled a little moan. It cracked his eye open and you hesitated in case watching you was too much. Instead his thumbs gave a push for you to continue. Your grin brightened coyly and he returned a portion of it. With one of your hands free, you rubbed the excess of the lube off on your leg before covering that appendage over his. In a move that surprised you, he released your hip to instead entwine your fingers. It was a bit awkward threading three with five, but you made it work. The hold there was one that struck you as powerful and the bubbling emotion it brought with it welled in your chest.

Fighting a strange sudden urge to cry happy tears, you chanced sliding back even more. A breath escaped Donnie’s lips as his mouth slacked a little.

“Good?” The word popped out without your knowledge.

He gave a satisfied nod.

You squeezed his hand and increased your rocking speed. Sliding up and down his shaft, you felt the way he throbbed against you in a totally new way. Every little ridge felt incredible and your own fluids filled in from where the lube was starting to taper off. From the grip you had just below the ridges of his head, you adjusted to rub the spade gently while still keeping his member down. His sudden sharp inhale said that was a good choice and you instinctually chased his high with your hips. Nearly bumping your hand in each down stroke, you steeled yourself not go so far. Sliding back towards him, you felt his other hand let go of your hip.

Watching curiously, he held it up with the slightest quake that you weren’t sure was caused by your ministrations or not. Slowing down, he made the smallest noise of complaint, but you got to plainly see that there was indeed a nervousness to his offered gesture.

“Are you sure?”

“Keep your hips down, it’ll hold.”

Words from him in this state were a double edged sword. Clarity usually meant he wasn’t as subdued as you hoped. Alternatively, it also meant he was fully aware of the actions he wanted to commit to. Torn, you slid all the way to his hilt before releasing your hold on his cock. There was the slightest shift from its natural curve, but otherwise it did stay in place as again you wiped the little wetness off on your leg before taking his hand. Your fingers wound into his and this time you applied the force there as you shifted back to stroke his length. Coming forward from the action, Donnie gave your hands a tight squeeze that translated right to your heart.

Grinding down under the weight of the affections, you sped up all the more. Just as you had on the couch, that sensation of dual pleasure came about and you let your desires leak out in breathy gasps. Donnie’s head lifted off your pillow as he seemed entranced by the scene. Coaxed by his intensity, you leaned into his vice grip to look down where you could see the base of his cock glistening with your juices between each roll of your hips. The sight snatched your throat and caused a bob of your hips. His cock bounced for a moment and you forced pressure downward to keep anything from happening. You felt a tug on your tether and you looked to find Donnie’s gaze openly oozing lust.

“Lift your hips up at the end.”

Your glide faltered as your clit grazed his bulb. “When… I do that… it curves in… some…”

“It’s okay.”

“Yeah?” You were already sliding back towards his head.

“Yeah.” He gave a confirming nod and you tilted your hips into a flourishing flick. His cock raised in the little freedom it was afforded and the flare of his spade head brushed your core.

A moan poured out of your lips as you raked towards him. He was now pushing and pulling on your limbs and with each backstroke you were instinctually raising a little higher. The threat of him entering increased with each pump and the thought of it caused a flood from you. The squelch of each stroke became more pronounced and your arms began to buckle under Donnie’s force.

“It’s… going to slip in…” You gasped as each roll brought you up more and more as his hips were now moving in tandem.

“Not so… easily…” He heaved back, nearly bouncing you atop him.

“D-don…!” Your voice throttled as he parted your folds which coaxed your entrance more and more. “It’s so wet! Every time I move… It-!”

He yanked you so hard forward you nearly toppled over and his whole body rose up to send you back down his shaft.

“N-no! This angle-!” With an extra little buck from him, you hopped up and his head breached you. A single surprised gasp left you before gravity got its claws into your back. Your wheeze turned into a yelp as you hit the bed and your hips shot up. Hot fluid pumped into you with an intensive force that caused your eyes to roll back. It wasn’t until after the third full blast that you got your pupils sorted. Donnie had flipped you over and had one hand supporting the raise of your hips from your lower back. His other hand wrapped around his cock where he was doing a short stroke at his base to pour his cum into you. He held himself exactly where only his tip had entered. Even without him inside, the excessive amount of cum felt like it hit a filling point and then exceeded in a very real spill that cascaded down the crease of your ass cheeks. He came down with a few extra faint bursts before he slacked above you, seemingly nothing holding his limp form upright.

You watched as his eyes shut and he took breaths that looked metered. His lids then rose and with a lucidity he seemed to review what he had done. The scene was self explanatory and he winced at the sight. “Shit.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the expletive. “Still had to come inside, hm?”

He shot you a betrayed look before he let your hips fall to the bed. His seed leaked further out onto the sheets and you scrambled to try to stop it.

He didn’t seem to care anywhere near as much. “It’s fine, we’ll change them.”

Relaxing with a pursed lip, you studied him. “Rate your experience?”

He gave you a side eye before sitting down from his haunches. “I’m annoyed.”

“Why?” You clambered upright. “That was incredible.”

“You didn’t cum.”

“You-” You almost smacked your palm into your face. “That’s what you’re upset about!?”

“Of course.”

You pinched his thigh.

“What?” He barked and leaned into your face.

You kissed the tip of his snout.

“Y/N…” He grouched.

“Alright, tell you what…?”

He narrowed his gaze.

“Make me then.”

Comprehension blossomed on his face and you watched him head south.

“Hold it.” You reached out and pushed a digit into his forehead.

He looked at you through your hand.

In a gentle push, you sent him back to the bed.

He complied with a little fight until you crawled up beside him. You laid on your side, facing away, and reached back around to wrangle his arm. When you caught hold of it, you pulled it around you so he was spooning you.

“Let’s see how he’s doing…” Bringing one of your legs up, you reached between to search. You chewed your lip as you found his cock still out. “Perfect.”

“I’m not ready to-”

“That’s fine. We’re still not doing that.” You interrupted and tilted your head to catch a glimpse of him. You sent him a wink before guiding his member between your legs. “You like my thighs, right?”

He nodded into your shoulder, interest piqued, as he peered over to watch what you were doing.

“Good.” You saddled his shaft up against your cunt before closing your thighs down into a grip. “Your turn.”

The arm around you slowly animated until he caught your hip. Not quite satisfied there, he buried his other arm into the bed so it could sneak out around your front. With a proper hold, he gave a small thrust which was lubricated by his fallen seed. The curve of his cock just teased your folds as he pulled back and you knew if he got the position down his head could clip your clit on the way forward. Mirroring your thoughts, he nearly did so but halted as his cock appeared through the other side of your legs.

You tilted again to try to glimpse him, but his chin was rooted to your shoulder. From where your arms were folded up to your chest, you bent one back to brush him in an easing manner. It brought him back and he placed a kiss into your neck as thanks. You squirmed a little, grinding your ass against him for additional encouragement. He puffed an exhale through his nose before he pulled his hips back and then snapped forward. He slid easily and gave into the repetitive motion. Catching your early hypothesis instinctually, each stroke soon sent him bumping against your clit. The friction was good, but too imprecise for what you needed.

You meant to be content with that as this was for him, but your mouth. “Do you f-feel that?”

His head shifted from where he had it pressed your cheeks together as he worked.

“That’s you…” Your voice peaked as he sent the upward drag higher. “Your cum.”

You could feel his curiosity flare.

“All that wet, sopping, fluid?” You caught his arm to hold on as he sped up. “A little m-me, but mostly you-!”

Burying deeper into your folds to chase the substance, his angle was changing with each thrust.

“From your d-damn breeding kink.” You hiccupped and he refreshed one of the bites into your neck in a chomp that had you biting down a whine as you had more to say. “From you’re always trying to breed me!!”

It elicited a downright feral roar from him as he dipped down and then bucked straight up. It caused the full length of him to enter you in a sudden split that sent your voice so high it cracked and shattered. Punch drunk, you jostled uselessly as he pistoned into you with a vice like grip around your body. Despite the obscene level of wetness, you clamped down desperately as if your very innards knew that was what you’d been craving.

“Fuck!” The sound popped from you so loud it stunted your own hearing.

He pulled you tighter as if trying to get closer when that was patently impossible. Glued to one another, it all had happened so fast that you didn’t realize his tip was plowing your g-spot until your orgasm was already on the horizon like a runaway train. Delirious, its lights blinded you and you nearly succumbed to the blackout. Your mouth held out as the final reserve if only to ensure you’d be thrown under the oncoming wheels.

“Knock me up!!!”

Donnie’s nails tore at your flesh and he buried himself deeper than he ever had. It almost felt as though something gave as the boiling scorch of his orgasm exploded inside you. You spasmed violently and your head shot back until it crashed into his in a sharp butt. Neither of you cared as you rode out your orgasms in twitching ecstasy.

When you surfaced you could only wonder how you were still awake when you felt his dick still rhythmically twitching inside of you. His hold was making it hard to breathe and you wobbled as you tried to form words. “You’re… still… cumming…?”

He gave the most desperate and quick nod into your wounded shoulder.

You could see the little trail of blood.

He’d definitely bitten the already broken skin a second time.

You had no recollection of that.

You might have wondered if you needed stitches.

Except a volcano could have sprouted in upper Manhattan, erupted, and you would have been none the wiser.

You only knew his orgasm stopped when his body utterly gave out.

The release allowed your lungs to fill.

The rush of oxygen was an unnecessary intoxication on top of your already inebriated mind.

“H-hey, D-don…?”

His consciousness was confirmed by his blink against your skin.

How did you even have words left?

“G-good job.”

His eyes closed.

“You d-did it.”

You could only think of how stupid that sounded.

Maybe that was the definition of fucked silly.

#weakspotfic #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #donatello hamato #donnie x reader #rise donnie #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #me #fanfiction #my fanfiction

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fanfluffl · 1 year

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Mikey put a graffiti of his whole Family on an empty wall in some random alleyway after the events of the movie as a reminder that they are okay. (Also the letters and hearts have the colours of the family members)

[image description: The main focus of this picture is a grey brick wall with a graffiti of the rise Hamato family. Raph is the center, to his right are Donnie and Casey jr. To his left are Leo, April and Cassandra. The six of them stand in a circular line bend towards the back. Behind them are Baron Draxum and the ghost of Karai. Karai floats slightly to Raphs right, one hand on his right shoulder. Draxum stands behind Leo and April. Right in front of Raph are Splinter and Mikey. Mikey half-kneels on Splinters left and has one hand on Splinters right shoulder.

Above the family graffiti the word “Family” is visible. Each letter has a different Color, in order from left to right: green, grey, orange, red, purple, blue. Also surrounding the family graffiti are 4 hearts (pink, red, dark green, yellow) and two simplified blue lightning bolds with pink outlines.

In front of the wall kneels Mikey, looking away faced away from the graffiti, wearing and orange hoody and a paint respirator. He holds a graffiti can and is covert in paint stains.

ID end]

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt mikey #michealangelo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt april #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt cassandra jones #rottmnt casey jr #baron draxum #rottmnt karai #in honour of family #Mikey is a Artist

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dandylovesturtles · 11 months

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The most memorable moment for me from your fics is Leo's first time tapping out 😭 It was so new for Donnie to be the anchor but he did it wonderfully, even if he was worried about how he was handling the situation. And then Leo sleeping on Donnie's shell!? WAUGH I love them so much 🥺 (I re-read tapping out a lot, it's so good)

Thank you!!

That part of the fic was what spawned the whole idea: the thought of Leo just really not wanting to have a breakdown in public (understandably) and having a covert way to let Donnie know he needs to bow out. And I think Donnie doesn’t really think of himself as someone who can take care of people, even though he obviously takes care of Mikey often, is always thinking of his brothers, and has a protective streak a mile long. Idk I just like playing with the idea that Donnie thinks he’s only good with machines, but he’s actually a lot better at people than he gives himself credit for (well, the people who matter to him, anyway).

Also the shell sleeping is my favorite headcanon please IT’S SO CUTE

#fic: tapping out #love is shown in all kinds of ways

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illiana-mystery · 11 months

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WIP Wednesday

Since I gave you a taste of my work in progress for the Dafoeverse fics I've been writing last week, I decided to give you a dose of what I have written for the Molinaverse fics that have been put on indefinite hiatus.

Because I love yall, I appreciate your patience with my ever changing phases (like I'm the goddamn moon), and I've left you on read for far too long.

Also, side note, if any of you have suggestions about how I should go about continuing any of these WIPs, please let me know in the replies, my ask box, or DMs. Thank you! 😘

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Covert Affairs (this one goes out to @freddiefredfive)

Rafi was talking to Donnie when they walked back in and Leo was nowhere in sight. Kazia figured he was back upstairs with Jeanine, so didn't think anything of it.

But the remaining brothers were talking and laughing loudly and didn't even notice that Tadeusz and Kazia were in the room until Rafi noticed the young woman.

He was staring offly hard with his big brown eyes that perfectly complimented his baby face and reddish cheeks.

He looked like Leo, but had skin as smooth as a baby's bottom and his hair was curly and styled nicely on his head.

Kazia could immediately tell that he probably thought highly of himself, since the threads he was wearing were of high expense and quality.

"Well, hello," he said seductively before he realized that Tadeusz was standing next to her.

Tadeusz scowled at him before he nervously laughed and put his head down.

But next thing he knew, he was grabbed by his collar by the older, taller, stronger man.

"Kazia's mine, got it?" he angrily said before he plucked his head.

"Yeah, yeah. I was just playing, buddy. You know Layla is my girl. I love her so much...I just wish she wanted to marry me..."

"I don't care," he sternly said. "Now, let's have a chat."

He dragged the poor young man away, much to Kazia and Donnie's horror.

"You like them rough, huh?" Donnie teased after.

"Not usually," Kazia admitted before pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and blushing. "But Tadeusz is different."

"If you say so," Donnie moaned.

Meanwhile, Tadeusz brought Rafi to one of the backrooms and threw him down before he closed and locked it behind them.

"Who's that Rudy guy?" he sternly asked.

"Tadeusz, do you have history with him or something? Why do you care?"

"My punching fist might be out of commission, but I'll use my other on your pretty little face if you don't answer what I asked you!"

"Okay, okay," Rafi flinched. "He's just a friend of mine. Well, actually he knew Layla first. They have mutual friends and when she introduced him to me, I knew he would be a perfect fit for our familgia."

"Oh, I see," he softly said as he paced. "So we don't even properly vet members anymore. Oh, silly me. Now, tell me Rafi, why do you think you can trust him?"

"I mean I am a good judge in character."

"Yes, Layla is a lovely girl," Tadeusz sarcastically said. "But you really aren't cut out for this life. What would you do if your brothers' lives were snuffed out...one by one? What if you had no one to hold you hand?"

Rafi was about to reply before Tadeusz cut him off again.

"Because I was once naive like you. I thought seeking quick, easy money would be heaven in Belarus...but it wasn't. I was betrayed many times and every time it became harder and harder to take their lives away," he coldly said.

"Until it wasn't anymore. It was just something that had to be done. You cross me, you die. It's as simple as that. So I say all of this to say, Rafi, you better watch that Rudy fella or I'll be forced to take both of you out, painfully...very painfully. Got it?!"

"Yes, of course."

"Good, glad we had this talk. Now come on. You didn't properly introduce yourself to MY Kazia."

"Right," he moaned as he trembled while getting up.

But Tadeusz just yanked him again and brought him back into the room by his arm. He dropped him again and the young man fell so hard it made both Donnie and Kazia jump.

"Hello, Kazia," he greeted. "I'm Raphael Scaglioni, but everyone calls me Rafi. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," she softly said as he got up.

She shook his hand and then he went over by Donnie.

Kazia looked at Tadeusz confused, but he just put his hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

"Nie przejmuj się. Chciałem tylko zapytać go o Rudy ' ego." (Don't be alarmed. I just wanted to ask him about Rudy), he told her. "Rozumie tylko siłę." (He only understands force)

"Nie jestem zaskoczony," (I'm not surprised), she replied back. "On naprawdę wydaje się trochę przytłumiony." (He really does seem a little dim)

"To dlatego, że jest." (That's because he is)

"Prawo." (Right)

"Everything alright, Tadeusz?" Donnie asked as his little brother still hid behind him.

"Yes, everything is fine," he softly said.

Donnie didn't believe him though. He only spoke Polish, usually to himself, when he was angry or frustrated around them. Kazia nervously giggled before her stomach started growling.

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize," Tadeusz assured with another kiss on her cheek. "Well, if you would excuse us, I'm gonna take Kazia back upstairs to eat and meet Layla."

"Of course," Donnie said before they both headed back up the secret staircase behind the replica Trevi Fountain.

The secret door closed by itself behind them once their feet touched the hardwood floor of the cafe and when it did, it startled Marla and Layla. They both jumped before they both smiled at the young couple.

Tadeusz and Kazia smiled back but Kazia noticed that Jeanine and Angelo weren't there anymore.

But there was one customer at one of the tables by the painted Union Jack that was munching on a croissant while watching videos on their laptop.

This person was wearing noise canceling headphones, so they were completely unaware of what was going on around them.

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Jealousy

"I don't know what I want to wear," Alice whined as she frantically looked through all of her clothes hanging up in the closet.

Her husband, meanwhile, was sitting on their bed, just watching her.

He began to worry that she was gonna have a panic attack again, so he tried to lighten the mood.

"I don't see why you can't wear what you have on now. You look gorgeous."

Alice giggled.

"Thank you, Aldie. But I want to make a good first impression and an red and brown plaid overall skirt and creme shirt just isn't gonna cut it," she said. "I want to wear something a little fancier."

"I don't see what the problem is. We met Rodney before and in overalls."

"I know, but he has Shaye with him. I do want to start making some friends around here."

"She's no friend until I vet her," Alden grumbled.

"Of course," Alice quickly agreed. "I trust your judgment."

The way she said that made Alden worry again since she sounded like she was about to cry. So he got up and walked over to her, rubbing her shoulders again to comfort her.

"Alice, it's gonna be alright," he whispered. "Although we are safe, I still can't help but be cautious. I don't want anyone to hurt you the way he did again."

"Oh, Alden. It isn't that. I just...even far away from home I still feel unsafe. I hate that I can't just trust people anymore."

"Not all people are untrustworthy," he said before he moved his hands down to her midsection. "Just take a deep breath."

Alice did as she was instructed and as she did so, she suddenly felt herself being picked up and brought over to their bed.

She kept her eyes closed though and allowed Alden to put her down on the middle of the bed.

"Keep deep breathing," he instructed before he hiked her skirt up and slowly took her panties off.

Once discarded, he began to softly kiss her inner thighs before he finally went for the kill. Alice was still trying to keep her deep breathing up during all of this, but then her breath hitched as soon as she felt his tongue inside her.

She, at first, gasped before she got her breaths back up and began to deep breath again. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest as her lover kept going, teasing an amazing orgasm out of her. She tried to hold it back and tightly gripped the sheets below her, but eventually she broke and loudly moaned as she climaxed.

But she didn't just climax, she also squirted a little which amused her husband. She could clearly hear him giggling between her legs, before the sound of joyous slurping invaded her auditory sense.

"I'm sorry," she nervously apologized.

"Don't be," he whispered before he kissed her lower lips. "I haven't gotten you that excited in quite some time."

She giggled.

"Yeah, I haven't had that reaction since before...the first time...he appeared..." she realized before she started to cry. "I'm sorry, Aldie. I just...I just..."

Alden immediately picked himself up and grabbed Alice before he held her in his lap and began to sing to her again to calm her down.

"It's alright, Misu. I won't let him hurt you. I won't let him get near you ever again."

Alice didn't respond, she just kept crying with her head nudged on his shoulder. He gently rubbed her back, still singing a little to her.

But as he sung, his mind went dark...real dark.

He knew he would gain so much joy taking away the life of the man that hurt his wife so. But he had to stop himself.

He had to.

He couldn't risk going to jail. It wasn't worth it.

But yet, it felt so inticing. It felt like a sure fire way to get rid of him once and for all, but he knew Alice would be against it. It was her battle to fight, after all he was her old flame.

She never wanted to put Alden in the middle of this, but now here he was. Here he was miles away from the place he used to call home, consoling his anxious and brow beaten wife in their so-say dream home.

The man took everything from them. So was he in the wrong to want to cause him the most harm he could?

He still kept his singing up, well until Alice stopped crying and moved her hand to his cheek.

He just looked at her before she leaned over and kissed him.

"I love you so much, Aldie," she softly said.

"I love you too, Misu."

She lightly smiled and was about to kiss him again before her phone began to ring.

Alden kissed her cheek and reached for the phone that was closer to him before he handed it to her.

"Hey Nick," she greeted. "What's up?"

"I just finished watching your first local interview," he started. "I love the storefront. It's gorgeous."

"Thank you," Alden smugly said. "It makes a perfect bookstore."

"It really does. Nice taste, man," he said with a laugh. "Also I can't believe Lori Amato is your cousin."

"That's what I'm saying! I was fangirling a little too hard. But she's so nice," Alice chirped. "His whole extended family is so sweet. They've been nothing but friendly."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. I also see that you have a lot of new fangirls, Alden. There are a lot of thirst comments on this video."

"I don't see why. I'm not the stern Dr. Bertanelli of Middleburg University anymore."

"So," Alice huffed. "You're still handsome and fine as hell and these girls agree with me."

"You're not mad?" he asked.

"Why would I be? I don't get jealous like you do," she joked. "They can say whatever they want, but at the end of the day, you're sleeping next to me."

He chuckled and kissed her nose.

"Also, I noticed that the amount of views and comments on our first video with Alden performing with us as Java Joe's has gone up by a lot."

"Really?" they both asked.

"Yep, really. We also have a lot of returning reviewers to our second performance with Alden. Most of the viewers are from Navassa, of course."

"Wow, well maybe we'll have to get the band back together...for the sake of the fans," Alden said.

"I'd be down. I'm sure Quinn would be too. Adam's a father now so it might be a bit difficult and then Mitzi and Maisie have their own band, Ungaii, now but maybe I could intice them."

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Ring Around the Rosie

"Dinner's ready!" Sabrina called from the stairs while Otto and the actuators were setting up the dining room table and bringing the stew and the freshly-baked soda bread to the table.

As soon as Flo placed the last fork down, Rosie came down with Mallory in her grasp, while Margaux clung to her free arm.

She was giggling with them which made Sabrina smile before Rosie put Mallory down for both of the girls to greet their mother.

They both hugged and kissed Sabrina, then ran to the table and took their seats.

"They're such wonderful girls," Rosie told Sabrina as they walked to the table together.

"Yes, yes they are," Sabrina chirped before she took her designated seat.

Otto led Rosie to her seat while Harry cut the bread and Flo and Moe helped scoop the stew unto Margaux and Mallory's bowls.

"Daddy," Margaux asked.

"Yes, Rosie Posie?" he answered back while he took his seat, watching as Flo and Moe went ahead and put the stew in the adults' bowls too.

She giggled.

"What's this?"

"It's Irish Stew and Soda Bread," Otto answered. "Thom Donaghue's recipe."

"Who's that?" Mallory asked.

"My father," Rosie excitedly answered with a big smile, making the girls giggle. "And your father learned the recipe and now he's able to make it for us."

"He's never made it before," Margaux admitted.

"I wanted to make it for Rosie. To welcome her back into our family," Otto explained.

"It was my favorite meal my father would cook for us," Rosie added. "It was also the first meal he had with my parents. He was so nervous to meet them but then he and my father bonded over Tolkien."

"Who's Tolkien?" Margaux asked.

"He's a wonderful author. He wrote fantasy novels. His literature was a great escape for me when I was younger."

"He wrote The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings," Rosie added. "Are you familiar with those books?"

"I didn't know they were books. But I know of the movies," Margaux answered.

"Otto, you need to get them into the books," Rosie nudged. "Have I taught you nothing? They love literature. I'm sure they wouldn't mind sharing your love of Tolkien with you."

"How many books did you read to them upstairs?" Sabrina suddenly asked.

"Just three. But they are so inquisitive and curious. They're two bright little girls. Well advanced beyond their age."

"Thank you!" they both chirped.

"Would you be interested in learning more about Tolkien?" he asked them.

They both nodded, so he said, "Well, alright. Guess we're gonna be taking another trip to the library."

The girls both cheered.

"But until then, we can watch The Hobbit tonight if you would like. We do have Family Movie Night on Fridays. And Rosie, you're welcome to watch the movie with us."

"Where can we watch The Hobbit?" Otto asked Sabrina.

"We have a subscription with the parent company of our SmartTV. You can rent it or buy it on their website."

"Oh, well guess we have our movie for movie night!" he cheered.

Rosie giggled after taking her first bite of the stew.

"Otto, you really outdid yourself. This is really good."

"Thank you," he said with a genuine smile.

"You're welcome," she said before taking another bite.

"I suppose he used to spoil you too with his cooking."

"We would switch nights to cook, but when it was his turn. He always blew me away. I'm not surprised though. Maria was a wizard in the kitchen. She always had the best side dishes at my family's parties."

"Maria was close to your parents?" Sabrina asked Rosie.

"Oh, yeah. After his father died, she would come around all the time. We loved having her."

"How nice," Sabrina cooed.

"Sabrina," Rosie started. "I must say I love the way you decorated this home. Otto told me you picked out most of the decor and I'm impressed. Also I love the crushed flowers hanging on the walls in the guest room. It just takes me back to our old apartment and my old office at the university."

"I figured you would," she said. "We actually bought those for our old apartment when it was just us two. Otto told me how much you loved crushed flowers so I decided to get them since I love them too."

"My mother and I used to make scrapbooks of different flowers we would find around the yard," Rosie started. "I would pick them and show them to her before we would crush them and add them to the book."

"Small world," Sabrina chirped. "That's what I used to do with my grandmother back in Atlanta."

"No way!" Rosie chirped. "Well, now we have another reason why Otto fell for you."

"I guess so," she joked. "But wait, are you from NYC?"

"No, no. I'm from Rochester but moved to NYC when I got accepted to Columbia University."

"Oh, gotcha. I'm from Atlanta originally, but moved here to pursue my dreams of being on Broadway. Of course my dreams changed when I met Otto and especially when we had the girls, but I love my life. I wouldn't change a thing."

"Glad to hear it," Rosie said. "It's funny because my dreams changed too when I met Otto on those steps. I was planning on moving to Belfast and being a professor there, but then he knocked me off my feet with his science know-how and dorky smile."

"Am I that charming?" he asked before blushing.

"Don't flatter yourself too much," Rosie warned. "No one looks good with a big head."

"Fair," he moaned before taking a bite of his soda bread.

"Mommy," Mallory asked.

"Yes, Muffin?"

"Can Rosie stay with us?"

"Yeah, can she?"

"Well, I hope she can. Your father did set up the guest room all nice for her."

"Rosie?" Margaux asked with big puppy dog eyes. "Would you like to stay with us?"

"I would love to," she answered before looking at Otto. "I see she has your puppy dog eyes."

"Yeah, she's my little twin."

"Daddy, can she tell us a bedtime story tonight?" Margaux asked.

"Am I not good enough to read you a story anymore?" he asked with a whiny tone. "I thought you liked Story Time with Sailor Aubrey."

"We do, daddy," Margaux assured. "But we..."

"Margaux, how about this. What if Sailor Aubrey had a first mate? How about we have Story Time with Sailor Aubrey and First Mate Annie?"

"Anne is her middle name," Otto whispered to Sabrina, noticing her confused face.

"Yay! I like that! Can we do that, daddy?"

"Sure we can, Rosie Posie," he told her. "Thank you, Rosie."

"Of course. I hope you don't mind, Sabrina."

"Oh, no. I don't. I let Otto handle story time. I handle bath time."

"Okay, good. The last thing I want to do is ruin your groove."

"Oh, no, you're fine, Rosie. Thank you for being considerate though."

"No problem," she said. "So what's for dessert?"

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Jolly Ol' Saint Otto

Imag'n Toy Boutique was not too far from their Chelsea townhome, so it was a quick, quiet drive.

Their parking lot was behind the building, so Otto slowly turned the corner and parked in the empty space next to the back entrance.

He got out of the car first, taking in the crisp cool air as his breath was first taken away in a wisp of cold smoke as he took a first.

His actuators, who were once out and free huddled next to his vehicle's heater, quickly tucked themselves tight inside his big coat, jittering from the cold sensation they were forced to feel.

And although Otto was freezing and shaking in his coat, he couldn't help but adore how adorable Sabrina's reaction was to the snow.

The whole ride there she was silently humming Christmas carols while watching the snow fall, making his heart skip a beat.

Slowly, he opened her door and helped her out. She giggled and twirled around in the snow fall after she was released making her cold husband laugh in delight.

Swiftly, he joined her before she ran over and hugged him. He tightly hugged her back, enjoying the fluffinest of her coat as well as her natural warmth before he remembered the task at hand.

"We should have a snowball fight," she cooed as they walked gloved hand and hand to the front entrance.

He chuckled and answered, "After we finish shopping. I think there's probably enough snow in the parking lot to do that."

"Okay," she happily chirped.

They didn't even manage to fully get through the front door before the owner jumped out from the back to greet them.

She had a very happy attitude with a big white smile to boot. Her very curly red hair was bouncing in the reintroduced wind that the open door brought while her blue-green eyes twinkled in the bright lights about her.

"Hello, welcome to Imag'n!" she cheered before she realized who was standing in her doorway.

It was like she lost her train of thought as she stared at her customers, immediately noticing the actuators popping out of the bottom of Otto's coat to enjoy the warmth from the store's heater.

She squealed and ran over to them.

"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. I can't believe you're in my store. I'm such a big fan, Sabrina."

"Oh," she chirped. "Would you like..."

"Yes!" she immediately answered before she took her phone out of her pocket. "I just want a picture."

Sabrina nervously giggled and replied, "Okay."

Flo moved over by them and picked up the woman's phone much to her surprise. Meanwhile, the others came over to observe her before Otto told them to come back by him.

Reluctantly, they obeyed and Flo was able to take the pictures in peace. She took three and then handed it back to the woman, but her claw stayed opened with a faint glow of yellow.

"Ooh, these are really nice," the lady chirped. "Who knew the tentacles were this good at photography?"

All of them screeched at her comment before Sabrina pet Flo's claw and corrected her.

"They're called actuators. They hate being called tentacles," she said before the other three came by her and pet her cheeks in response.

"Wow, they really like you," she observed. "Not that I should be surprised. I watch your podcast all of the time and they're always all on you."

"You're an Actuatually fan?"

"Am I? I started watching it after I saw you perform as Giselle. You were amazing. And honestly, you two make such a cute couple. Relationship goals."

"Thank you, I think," Otto responded.

Sabrina giggled.

"Oh, where are my manners?" she jokingly asked. "I'm Elinor Whittaker. But you can call me Ellie. I'm the owner of this establishment."

"Oh, we know," Otto remarked. "I read about your grand opening in the Post."

"Funny, I thought you would have said The Daily Bugle."

"I don't read that trash," he grumbled.

"Right," she moaned. "Well, I assume you're here for the little one. I heard the news. Congratulations. You two are gonna be wonderful parents. Now if you just follow me, I'll take you to the baby toys."

"Actually, we're here for..." Sabrina started before Otto stopped her.

He insisted that Elinor take them to the baby toys, despite Sabrina's look of frustration at him.

Elinor didn't notice though and led them to the back of the store nearby the many Lego building sets that were displayed based on difficulty.

The baby toys, which were on the adjacent wall, were displayed flawlessly with each type of toy being put in a certain place.

The sensory and teething toys were right in the center of a buyers focal point while the educational toys were to the right and the plushies and dollies were to the left.

But Otto's eyes lit up when he noticed a plastic toy boat that looked a lot like the one he had as a child.

However, he reserved his excitement until Elinor finally left them alone to browse.

After she left, Sabrina started to softly tease him about the fact that they weren't there to look for toys for Margaux. But he was so fascinated with the boat that he didn't even register her teasing.

Slowly he grasped it in his leather gloved hands and just took in the amazing craftsmanship of it.

Although it was just plastic unlike the wood carved one his abuela gave him decades ago, he still could admire the beautiful paint job reminiscent of his old toy.

He hypothesized that whoever made this really want to put a nice little touch on it.

Sabrina soon noticed his fascination and the little admiring twinkle in his eye, which made her warmly smile.

Leave it to Otto to find the simple, little things in life so intriguing, she thought.

But she did admire that about him as well though.

"Starlight, we should get this for Margaux."

"Octi, we came here to shop for..."

"I know, I know," he playfully huffed. "But I want our little girl to have a piece of my childhood."

"Piece of your childhood?" she asked curiously.

"I used to have a toy boat just like this," he happily explained. "But it was handmade...wood carved. My abuela made it for me. She painted it almost exactly the same."

"Your abuela was a woodworker?" she asked in a surprised tone. She knew that his mother, Maria, was half Spanish so the fact that he called his grandmother 'abuela' didn't confuse her, but what did confuse her was how fondly he spoke of her.

He rarely talked about his family other than his mother, but it was a welcomed info-drop nonetheless.

"Yeah," he said with a bright smile as he kept looking at the boat in his hands. By then the actuators also fully crept out of his big coat and admired it too, their lights glowing as pink as Otto's pale face.

"She was a woodworker and a potter. Her mother was gifted in the work of clay and her father was a carpenter. She was the third of five girls and my great-grandfather was afraid that he wouldn't have anyone to pass the skill on to. But she grasped it real fast and helped him at his shop until she met my Opa. He was on a European tour and they met at a Cafe. They fell in love and eventually moved here. My mother grew up not too far from here."

"You never told me that."

"It never came up," he said with a chuckle. "Maybe I'll show you on the way back home."

"I would like that," she replied. "So I guess you really loved that boat."

"I did. I took it every where I went when I was little. My Opa was an boating enthusiast. He had his own boat that he would take me on all of the time and we even participate in some boat races near the Hudson. We won a couple of tournaments."

"Hmm, so that's why you're so good with your hands," she hummed. "It was all in your hereditary."

He chuckled.

"Yes, well that and many summers with abuela and opa."

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If you haven't seen my Dafoeverse WIPs and are interested in reading them, you can read them here.

Stay tuned for some Otto & Sabrina and Alden & Alice fics that I shelved until further notice. As well as my long-overdue WIP for Closing Time!

But until then, Happy Reading!

#wips #wip #wip wednesday #work in progress #molinaverse #fanfiction #fanfic #alfred molina

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leilanising-vault-of-knowledge · 8 days

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Little doodle for that crossover idea I had for DD Donnie and @chessman-protocol 's Covert Leo

Its one of those early mornings on the campsite, where they gotta get up at 6 something, so that they can get moving before lunch time

Its a little bit different tho, cause DD Donnie hasn't been trained in the ways of the morning ppl, and is gonna be a little brat for most of the trip :P

#tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt donatello #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #Dastardly duo au #tmnt covert au #rottmnt covert au #covert au #covert leon #chessman #doodle #rottmnt doodles

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urplepurplegurgleturgle · 23 days

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CHESS-

CHESS ISTG THIS WAS LITERALLY ME WHEN I SAW YOUR POST

LIKE- I WAS SO SHOCKED TO SEE IT THAT IT TOOK ME A MINUTE TO PROCESS WHAT I WAS SEEING LMAO

By the by... a message to my 60-something followers (and anyone else who happens to come across this post):

GO FOLLOW @chessman-protocol!!!! They have god-level art and they're really, REALLY nice!! Their Covert AU is super duper cool and you should go check it out!

They also created a Donnie RP account, also known as @bbgtech-9000, go contact them there too!

Go follow them or I'm going to hack into your kitchen appliances and cause your house to set on fire.

Do it.

Follow them.

DO IT NOWWWW-

#my art #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #tottmnt #tottmnt donnie #tmnt mm #mm donnie

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tblsomedoodles · 10 months

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Ok I am for real falling in love with Clara. Like... sad that she'd die before Donnie but also... what if Leo did try to hide it but Donnie figured it out himself because A) he knows his twin and knows when he's hiding something and B) he never actually got rid of/lost that old dream catcher. Does it hurt that Leo didn't tell him? Yes!

I mean, i could definitely see Donnie figuring it out, but probably not until pretty late. Like maybe when they're already away on that mission.

B/c one of the several reasons Leo wouldn't tell him, is because he knows Donnie would try to save her. He's been trying to subvert visions for a while, though usually through covert, tricky ways, but has never been able to accomplish much past changing little things. Leo knows this isn't something Donnie would be able to change, and that it would end much like how Leo's attempt to save Raph did, with extra casualties.

If Donnie knew, he would not just sit around and let it happen. Nor would he let Leo take him away on that mission in the first place. So Donnie can't know before they leave, or else he just wouldn't go.

as for why Donnie wouldn't figure it out. He trusts Leo to tell him the very important visions like that. And Leo always has, up until this one. It's just this one he never shared with Donnie.

And yeah, Leo's acting pretty shady before they leave, but Donnie can pass that off as their mission is going to get complicated or something like that. Also like, just part denial i guess. Clara's his daughter. She's the one thing (along with CJ) that he's certain he can't loose.

So if Donnie ever figured it out before it could happen, it would have to be while he was on that mission. Maybe he realizes said mission is going smoothly and that his brother seems to be dreading every communication they get from base. and he just starts putting two and two together.

I know that's not exactly what you were talking about, but honestly, if Donnie knew ahead of time, there would be nothing stopping him from interfering in it besides Leo physically knocking him unconscious.

Thank you!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #seer twins au #apocalypse timeline #cannon?#b/c i'm still not sure i'm going to go that route #b/c its sad!#and i'm already so mean to the apocalypse twins!#ik the apocalypse timelines are supposed to be sad #but this almost feels like it's too much #giving donnie a child only to take her away like that #like the apocalypse is already messing up this dude's mental state #but that would absolutely ruin him #and i'm not entirely sure i want to cross that line

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mutantninjamidlifecrisis · 1 year

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in mnmc, you wrote a few times on f!leo and casey knowing some kind of sign language, is it based on ASL? :0

Very loosely. I imagine Donnie (due to his hearing issues from his injuries) tried to teach them a version that accommodates three fingers, to varying degrees of success. Casey and Leon built off that and developed their very own extremely bastardised interpretation of it. It probably would've been very useful for covert missions where being quiet was key, but they also just like having their own thing where they have their own privacy bubble to communicate with one another. It's their thing. (Present Donnie is able to catch a few words sometimes but most of the time is just like... what the hell am I looking at here? - I'd compare it to a dude from 1998 trying to interpret a 2023 discord convo. Incomprehensible)

#I usually look up the meanings of words in ASL and then build off that #its probably highly innacurate #but thats okay considering highly inaccurate is kinda what im going for #mutant ninja midlife crisis #ask

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popcornrya · 4 days

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What's your favorite au and duo

Hmmm Rottmnt Au… well Cass Apocalypse Au is a classic imo a happy ending for all the boys but there’s some really fun au’s out there like @tizeline separated Au, @chessman-protocol ‘s Covert au and @cokoweee’s dragon turtle aka Kendratello Au all of which I’ve been keeping a close eye on for updates haha.

As for favourite Duo that one’s a hard one, I think I’m gonna go with Brains and Brawn. Something about Raph trying to be a good older brother and protect everyone and Donnie’s “who needs protection if there’s nothing left to protect us from!?” Vibes… it’s just a good time all around. True chaotic fun.

Pb and J are a close second though. <3

#kernel query #rottmnt #rise of the turtles #good question

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nexuschampion · 1 year

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//based on a dream but 99% is not, it was really only the premise. the one dream I have ever had about these two and of course it had to be something like this. Didn't really feel like making a full fledged story though, so here you go.

@accioturtur

"I've got eyes on 'em."

"Good. Keep them there. We've secured the perimeter."

"This is gonna be a long night bros. Get comfy."

Several long, silent minutes went by.

"I Renamed my iPod The Titanic, so when I plug it in, it says 'The Titanic is syncing.'"

"Mikey…this is serious."

"You're too serious bro. This is a cakewalk."

"Waste of our time is what it is."

"Raph, I've told you we have a vested interest in making this meeting go smooth. We need what's in that vault and this is our only chance to get close to it with the person who has access. We have to take advantage of the chaos."

"I don't care either way I'm just bored. You guys know we're not the only ones sneaking around here right?"

"We know Mikey. A lot of people have a lot of interest in this one way or the other."

"Did the CIA ask you to chime in on this Leo? FBI? Why are these other people here?"

"Ha ha. Common sense Raph."

"Leo's right guys. It's really important that this goes well."

"Suuuuure Donnie. If you say so."

"I count at least 4 other groups here watching. Two are solo. There is a reaaaaaally cute lady over on the west side. And she's aloooone."

"Focus Mikey."

"10-4 bro. Fun mode off."

Hours later Mikey shook his head violently back and forth in an effort to stay awake. He glanced at all the others, all holding their positions, bored out of his mind. The woman that had caught his attention earlier hadn't moved an inch. Her committment was impressive. In his head he imagined she was a highly trained government black ops official. Maybe she was hired by another government to make sure the meeting went smooth. Or maybe didn't. After hours of watching he'd invented an entire back stories for all the other covert operants. It wasn't until there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere that he narrowed his attention to his actual task.

"Something's happening"

"I don't see anything here. What is it?"

"I'm going to get closer."

"Roger that Mike. Let us know."

Mikey checked their counterparts, but none seemed to be on the alert to what he had heard. Perhaps he was being overly cautious or maybe he'd just heard an animal, but he didn't think so. He silently slipped closer to the main meeting area, where all the officials were still convened even though it was well past midnight. He peeked into a window that he had no business peeking into given the level of security, and saw the problem.

"Guys, we've got a breech. We've got a breech right now. Someone must have infiltrated the inside and is actively taking them all hostages. We have a red alert guys!"

He peeked in again. It appeared to be a very subtle operation. They weren't being violent or even threatening to the members beyond waving a gun at them. To be expected, he supposed, since the people in the room had a lot of leverage for their countries. They were very valuable commodities, and everyone knew it and probably expected it.

"No immediate danger guys. This is a long game play."

"On our way."

Mikey checked their counter-parts again. The woman seemed to have caught wind of the action. The others, not so much. Judging by her reactions though, she was likely in a simlar position to them - looking to keep things on track rather than interfere.

"I'm going in. We need someone on the inside."

"Be careful Mike."

"When has this charming personality not been able to win anyone over, even an terrorist? Come on, I know what people want to hear."

"Be careful."

**********************

"Hey there!"

He immediately found the barre of a gun pointed at his nose. He'd easily snuck in, and right up the guy. He wasn't talkative though, so Mikey did it for him.

"I can imagine you have quite the grand scheme planned here. You're not the only one but I'm sure you know that. Or maybe all of them" he waved his finger around "are part of your little operation. I don't really care to be honest."

The man, clearly caught off guard enough by what he was to not immediately pull the trigger, just stared at him so he continued.

"So, I think we can help."

"We don't need any help, who the fuck are you?"

"Doesn't matter nearly as much as what I am. I'm not interested in any of this. Don't care about money, any of these guys, except one that we need just for a quick conversation. This was an opportunity for us to get what we want and I think that makes it important to us that you succeed, to keep us as much under the radar as possible."

"I have no idea who or what you are but I am not looking for help. We have planned this for over 6 months."

"Oh, good for you! We just got wind of this thing a couple of weeks ago."

The man cocked his gun, still pointed at his face.

"That is a very small gun for all this isn't it? Your people must be massively armed outside this room. You know, I know you want to pull the trigger to get rid of me, so go ahead and try."

"What, are you bullet proof?" His voice betrayed his unease.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Never know until you . . ."

It was only a split second, but Mikey eaily caught the slight tension in his finger and smoothly grabbed his arms to disarm him, flipped the gun around and holding it to his forehead.

"We are way better at this than any of you. We could easily take out your whole team and no one would even know what happened and you'd be left here high and dry. That wouldn't be very wise of you considering I doubt this little thing will work for very long."

He spin the gun on his finger and grabbed it by the barrel, handle toward the terrorist for the taking. He took it, desperately trying to quell his tremors.

"We are only interested in something else at this facility, but we need access through this room. You ignore us, and you'll get the benefit of us on the outside along with your own people, making sure no one is the wiser."

The man slowly nodded. The confrontation had been out of nowhere. His weapon had been taken and returned with an expert ease. His team on the outside hadn't intervened. There really wasn't a choice.

*************************(

We're in guys. I don't know what their plan or reason is, but they will let us move around freely to figure it out.

"How did you…?"

"I lied Leo. I made up some shit about helping them and proved we aren't to be messed with. What else is there to do?''

"Mikey, you really need to consult the rest of us before you pull stunts like that."

"10-4 fearless."

**********************?

"Hi!"

The woman flinched in surprise, but not by much. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Same as you, I think. When I saw you come in here I took the chance. I think we have a mutal interest in usurping this little unatuhorized get together."

"I'm tasked with making sure this goes smooth, and it's not. This is not a game, the most powerful people in the world are in there."

"Obviously."

"What exactly are you suggesting?"

"Truce? None of us want this little swaray to go wrong."

"I have a job to do and I don't need help."

"REAALLLYYY?"

"Really."

Mikey hummed. "Ok so the fact that I already went in there and got to know our guy, means nothing? In fact, he said the same thing. They don't need help either."

"I know. I saw."

"So Mr. Terrorist who thinks he can take all these super important wierdos hostage? He's cool with me, thinks I'm on his side. Means nothing to you?

"No, I mean…yes. But no. For all I know you're with them, even with that stunt you pulled."

Mikey thought about his approach for a moment. "So, Not even a little surprised to see a walking, talking, giant turtle? You're a tough nut to crack."

She looked over at him, taking in him in his entirety before returning to the scope in her rifle with no reaction. "I hadn't noticed."

Mikey narrowed his eyes at her, then smirked. "Wow, I dont know if should take that as a compliment or an insult. But sure. You didn't notice. Look, I've got a free ticket in and out of there which is what we need, but we can't handle this without some outside help."

"We?"

"My team. Brothers. I'm the cute one by the way, and the funny one. There are three other teams here too. One is solo like you, the other with at least two. The one with four has to be in on this but they haven't moved yet."

For the first time she lowered her weapon and properly looked at him. "You're serious."

"As much as I can be, which isn't a lot."

"What do you want?"

"There something in that building that one of them has access to in the vault. Unrelated to any of this and I guarantee you woudn't care about it. We were gonna corner him at some point, away from the crowd, but this whole situation defintely puts a damper on our plan. What about you?"

She shrugged. "I don't ask questions other than 'how much'. I'm here to make sure this" she waved her hand in frustrtaion at the building "is successful."

"Well then it seems we really do have a common goal. We could care less about anything going on here, it was just convenient for us, but we don't particularly care for this kind of nonsense either so we'd be happy to help your cause. We're kinda good at this sort of thing."

"Ok. What do you need from me?"

He handed her a radio to tuck in her ear. "I need you to contact whatever police are around here, and help us coordinate getting them here unnoticed, and to stay out of the way until we can get these guys in a position where the good guys can pretend like they did all the work. As much as I think the world is missing out, it doesn't need to know we exist. You can take all the credit for yourself."

"Why me and not one of the others?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. You stood out. I like that."

She raised an eyebrow at him, but grinned. "Ok, I'll take this risk but I don't trust you. I'm Shadow. May I know the name of my mysterious suitor?"

"Michelangelo. Mikey for short. My brothers are Leo, Raphael and Donatello."

"I assume Leo is short for Leonardo?"

Mikey returned her grin. "I knew you were smart."

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Mikey winced from the punch one of their foes landed and sat back against the wall. "Three down. You're pretty impressive. You know, for a human."

"And you're pretty cute. For a turtle."

"So, since we have a few minutes to get to know each other, who hired you?"

"Telling you would be a sure way to end up dead. Who hired you?"

"No one."

"That's suspicious as hell."

"Talk to my brothers about it. I'm just here."

"You just do what you're told?"

Mikey paused. "No. But I have no reason to question them about this particular gig. What about you?"

"Money speaks but I prefer the jobs that don't ask for assasination."

"Dark. You've got some nice moves by the way."

He caught a hint of a smile. "So do you."

"Don't I know it." He paused, listening. "Dude is suspicious, I'll be right back."

*******************************

"Everything is in place. Just a few more minutes."

"Yup. We couldn't have done this without you. I hope we get to collab again."

"I wouldn't mind."

"I wouldn't mind a collab with just the two of us."

"Are you asking me out? During a terrorist kidnapping?"

"Would you say yes?"

"I might not say no."

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Shadow stood behind the four of them, surprised they hadn't kicked her out to conduct their business in private. "You did all this, for that?"

Mikey turned his attention back to her and smiled. "Surprised?"

"A little, yeah. Or a lot, actually. Who are you guys?"

"We're just a family who doen't care for crimes against humanity." Don answered, handing Leonardo a package. "Usually we keep it local but we've been known to expand our scope when the situation calls for it."

"Thank you sir." Mikey turned to an older businessman, dressed in light blue suit that was wrinkled from 24 hours held in captivity. "You did the right thing."

He nodded. "I will keep your secret, if you keep your end of the bargain."

"Oh we will. Let's move out." Raphael barked.

Mikey paused. "I'll be right there." He turned to Shadow. "I, um, you can wrap all this up if you want. We can't leave until tomorrow so we'll be around for a bit."

"I think I can handle this. Thanks for the help."

He hesitated again. "I really liked spending time with you" he said. "I want to see you again."

"I think I'd like to get to know you a bit better too."

He handed her a small scrap of paper. "Call me. We could start tonight."

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"Thanks for picking up an unknown number."

"I would talk to a 100 scammers if it meant a chance one of them were you."

"I am offering a discount on an extended car warranty, but I'll need some very personal information first."

Mikey reached for her, but stopped midway. "Sorry. My brain catches on a bit slow sometimes."

She hesitated in her response, something he expected and wasn't immediately worried about.

He reached for her again, nudging her chin to look at him. "Would it freak you out if I said I think I want to be more than friends."

She blinked a few times as she mullled it over. "That's bold of you."

"I trust my instincts, and I pay attention. You aren't exactly turned off by me."

"What else are your instincts telling you about me? You have no idea who I really am."

"They're telling me it doesn't matter because I already know what I need to. And to kiss you. Right now."

"Are they?" A humored smile slowly blossomed across her face. "Right now?"

"If you'll let me. If you want to."

She blushed a little, and he wasn't prepared for his own reaction. He had never felt anything so strongly so quicky. "You're amazing Shadow. I just want to . . . see . . ."

She raised herself onto her toes and reached behind his neck to pull him down, inches from her lips. "You can see me just fine."

"I sure as hell can."

The contact from the kiss was all but electrifying and it lasted a long time. When they finally pulled away from each other, Shadow whispered breathlessly, eyes locked on his. "This place is a hotel you know."

"Yeah, it is."

"Shall we?"

"I already have a room. I would like to formally invite you to it."

"Presumptuous."

"I know."

Once they were in the room, nerves squashed by overwhelming desire, they stood face to face in front of the bed. He leaned in to kiss her again only to feel her hands on his shirt, tugging it upward and out of his belt so she could slide her hands underneath and over his plasteron.

He let out a soft sigh and stepped back. She pulled the black sweatshirt up and he finished the job, tossing it on the floor. He chuckled when she let out 'Oh, damn.' as she surveyed the mutant before her.

"What?"

"I think you need to stay like this for now. This is a good look for you."

"Is it?" he grinned and went in for another kiss as he returned the favor by pulling down her pants. Stepping out of them and kicking them to the side, she pulled off her own shirt and went for his belt while he attached himself to her neck.

"Fuck" he whispered.

Shadow paused. "Have you, ever? Done this?"

"Been so incredibly and immediately attracted to someone that I won't need to show you where the keys are to the door? Can't say I have. The sex thing? More or less."

"What?" She grinned up at him in confusion before pulling back the waistband of his pants to peek inside to see his erection starting to buldge through his plasteron. "Oh. . . well then. Lucky me. I think that's a better look than this one." She hummed, looking back up at him, and slowly ran her fingers over his shoulders and forearms. "Barely though. You really are attractive, you know."

He pulled her against his chest. "I don't think I've ever been described that way but I think I like it. So much better than 'aaahhh a monster!'"

His light hearted comment seemed to elicit something in her. She purposefully reached up and took his head between her hands and met his eyes. "You are gorgeous. And you are kind and amazing in every way."

"Careful." His voice wavered and his expression turned into a mix of pain and joy."You're going to make me think I might actually be right about how hot and great I am."

As though she could see right into his soul, she pushed up and lighty kissed him. "You are right. And I think I've seen what I need to see too."

Mikey shuddered when her fingertips trailed back down his neck. His equally gently trail of fingertips led him up her side and over the top of her right breast, then up along her neck. She saved him the trouble of unhooking her bra and it was quickly discarded to the side. He grinned at her, then laughed at her squeak of surprise when he slid his hands under her thighs and picked her up. He lifted her high enough that he was face to face with her chest and took a nipple into his mouth.

"Not wasting any time are you?" she gasped.

He enjoyed himself for another minute before pulling away with a faint pop to rest his chin between her breasts and look up at her.

"No" he beamed up at her. "But I'm a long term kind of guy. This is just that first time baby. I want a taste of you now, hard and fast and delicious, but in a couple hours I am going to get to know you a whole lot more intimately. Slowly."

She hummed eagerly, squeezing her fingernails into his bicep. "I like the sound of that."

"We have all the time in the world, Shadow."

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