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neptunesnxpple · 10 months

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Benimaru Shinmon x m! Reader

18+ only

Pairing: benimaru shinmon x m!reader

18+ only no minors please

Summary: You're Chapter 7's secretary and Central issues out new uniforms. I wrote this over a year ago, no proofreading

Tags: NotSFW, m x m, reader in a skirt, handjobs, cumeating, vanilla and gentle, there's a bit of a build up

“Central is issuing new uniforms,” Maki handed you a small package, “they said that even though you’re not going out on missions, appearance is an important part,” she gave a reassuring smile at that, but it did little to soothe your unease about the situation. Part of why you picked the seventh was the lack of adherence to company policy or standards. They were a little more liberal in their application of those mandates, but it seemed not even you could escape the crushing hand of central. You thanked Maki, shutting the door to your small home and tearing into it on the table. You doubted it would be as comfortable as your loose pants and soft shirts but there was no point in fighting it.

Benimaru rarely had time to sit around the station, he had his morning routine, part of which included checking in on the townspeople and making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. If he had the time he’d settle in for a cup of tea and a light breakfast, maybe some light training. Today he was a bit ahead of schedule, sitting in a spare room and window watching. There was still some paper work that needed to be filled out about the most recent incident, but he had to wait for you to get here in order to submit it officially. Ever since the first sent over a Secretary his days had been peaceful, all that loathsome paperwork was no longer his problem.

You unlocked the front door, taking careful steps and trying to stick the landing with each one. The package included tea party heels, something you’d never tried before. You turned on the lights and began opening the blinds as you went from room to room, the station was always quiet in the morning. Guessing from the time, you still had half an hour before the young master Benimaru would be in. Your estimation was dashed when you opened the sliding room to your ‘office’, a spare room that overlooked a small garden,

“Young master,” you greeted, surprised, “did you already finish your morning walk?” Benimaru gave you a thorough look, stopping back down at your thighs. expressionless.

“What are you wearing?” It came out harsher than intended. You shifted self consciously.

“Maki stopped by to drop off the central issued uniform for secretaries. She assured me that this was the correct one,” you responded, watching him carefully for a response. Aside from the heels you were in a short mini pencil skirt with matching slits in the side, so high up you had to find new a pair of boxer briefs that wouldn’t peak out from under it. A well fitting button up that had ruffles lining the button column. The fabric laid smooth over your flat chest. You supposed male secretaries were rare, and were on the fence on sending a message to central asking for an alternate outfit. A heavy silence fell over the room and you wished you had. “I could ask for a replacement if you would find that more acceptable.” Benimaru finally broke his state, turning towards the window and setting his tea cup on the table.

“That won’t be necessary. This one should do the job just fine.”

You sighed in relief at that sign of approval and finally set foot in the room itself, setting your bag next to the table and checking the filing cabinet for yesterday’s unfinished business. You sat across from him, working quietly, enjoying the gentle breeze and fresh air for the neighboring window. It was beautiful outside. You’d have to take your lunch outside. Every now and then you felt a pair of eyes on you, drinking you in, but whenever you looked he’d be focused on something else. Must have been your imagination. Perhaps an hour into your shift, the young master left.

Several hours later you were wrapping up, setting aside your current stack of documents and stretching back. With all the destruction, you had a lot of filing to do. Notification of damages, repairs, associate costs and outcomes. You had to attach dated photos and make sure to send a copy. But for now, lunch. As if on cue Benimaru appeared in the doorway,

“Are you taking your lunch break?”

You nodded, holding onto the table as you struggled to stand. You almost got a handle on the heels on your walk over but after a long time sitting down you had to get readjusted. You legs wobbled with each request forward, struggling to stay upright as you bent over to pick up your bag,

“Yeah, I think I’ll sit outside today. Do you need me for anything?” You shakily adjusted your bag over your shoulder, reaching the edge of the table and spreading your hands out as you walked in case you needed to catch yourself. Benimaru watched you, amused with the scene in front of him. By the time you got to the door, you felt as if you had just ran an entire yard. Not the small stretch of a room. You gripped the wall.

“No, I think I’ll go out with you.”

“Oh, cool,” you said, not really listening. It took all your attention to focus on staying upright. You wobbled on ahead, hand on the wall, before hearing an exasperated sigh. And suddenly, your feet were off the ground.

“By the time you get outside, your break will be over,” a deep voice explained. You felt the rumbling of his chest vibrate against your back, warm and soothing. You tensed, holding your bag on your stomach like an otter and not trusting yourself to say anything for fear of your voice cracking. He set you down on a partially shaded bench like a sensitive house plant. This was a much gentler side that you rarely saw. You cleared your throat to regain some composure,

“Thank you,” you smiled, hands shaking slightly.Your legs warmed in the sun, not used to getting this much exposure and finding that you quite liked it. The heels could stay too if that meant your young master would carry you from place to place.

“Don’t mention it. Mind if I sit with you?” He was sitting before you could answer, spreading out as if on habit alone, before noticing you scrunched to one side and reeling it in. He scratched at the side of his head, “so this is the new secretary outfit then?”

“Mhm,” you muffled between bites of rice and veggies.

“I won’t tell if you choose not to wear this. You should know by now that we don’t play by central’s rules.”

“I know, but I don’t want to cause anymore trouble for you guys. You already have enough on your hands, and I doubt you could find a secretary as flexible as me.” You definitely picked up way more of the report writing than was required, but Benimaru made up for it where he could. He’d bring you food, mostly, and if he saw you working too hard he’d send you home. Even though you technically worked for central and not just the seventh, he was a pretty cool supervisor.

“That’s why I want to make sure we keep you around. Seriously, you don’t have to wear... that.” You rested your utensil on the edge of your lunch box.

“If you don’t like it, I can change. I don’t mind either way.”

“No! - no it’s not that, I just thought,” he trailed off, leaning away from you now. You usually didn’t see him so impassioned. Or uncomfortable. Desperate to fix the situation you offered your lunch to him,

“Would you like a bite?” You held out your chopsticks, the sharp look of surprise on his face making you wish you didn’t. This was just getting worse. This look was something completely different and unknown, he seemed almost- flustered? You felt the heat rise to your face. With you leaned over your skirt had ridden up further, exposing the bulk of your thighs. You watched as he looked down at the food, catching sight of your thighs, and eyes widening. You blushed, pulling the skirt in vain as the fabric remained taut and unchanged. You gave up, accepting it for what it is. To your surprised he leaned over and took the bite you offered.

The rest of your lunch was eaten in silence, and when it was time for you to wrap up he lead you carefully along the stone path back to your office. The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, there was no additional reports to submit so you spent it on some housekeeping. Organizing the space, tidying up lose ends. By the end of the day, you propped yourself up on the edge of the table and took of your shoes, feet throbbing. This new uniform might take some getting use to. The warm orange glow of the sunset cast a loving light on the room and garden in front of you. You enjoyed the peace while you could. You straightened when you heard the door slide open, Benimaru stepping in. He took pleasure seeing you wrapped up in the golden light, propped up against the table. He stepped forward.

“You’re free to leave,” he stated. He tilted his head when he noticed your shoes on there floor, your feet dangling free.

“I’m a little sore,” you explained, shifting to slide off the table. Before you could finish the movement you were cut off by his large body in front of yours, towering over you. You froze in place.

“For all you work you shouldn’t have to walk home in pain,”

“Its really no problem, I’m sure I’ll get used to it,” you smiled, already aware that the young master wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Still you were startled when he dropped to his knees, taking one of your feet in his hands and beginning to rub deep circles into your arch. Once again you stiffened. Before melting completely on the table, slouching and reaching your foot out more for his ease. After the day you had you weren’t going to complain. He repeated the process on your other foot, and then began worked on your calves. Rubbing the muscle and relaxing the tense tissue into something more malleable. You laid back on the table, closing your eyes. Maybe this uniform wasn’t so bad.

He rubbed his hands over your meaty thighs, giving a test squeeze and enjoying the way his fingers dipped into the soft flesh. He was thankful you were on your back to avoid so you didn’t see the excited gleam in his eye. He stood up, settling himself between your legs. His hands ventured up from the sides of your legs to the side of your stomach, pressing in and massaging circles on your stomach with his thumbs. You shuddering, and without much thought you felt yourself get hard. You arched off the table when one of his hands pressed against the small of your back, the buttons on your shirt straining to hold. You couldn’t resist hooking your calves around the back of his legs, pulling him closer and slowly shifting against him. To your pleasure you felt him beginning to grow excited as well, a breathless gasp escaping his lips. Embolden you pulled him in tighter, pressing your erections together firmly as you rocked against him. Bravely you reached out, running a hand over his clothed abs and feeling the muscle definition underneath it.

He hooked his arm under your back and pulled you upright, reaching his free hand under your skirt and playing with your cock through the thin almost sheer like boxers underneath. Your fingers dug into his back, unable to avoid gasping and a small moan spilling out. Your legs tightened around him, hiking your skirt up more and allowing him to slip your cock out of your boxer briefs. He wrapped his other arm around you fully, supporting you and keeping you from wriggling.

Your threaded your fingers in his hair, dipping him down for a kiss. You felt his breath on your cheek, hot and needy, intoxicatingly so. Reluctantly you separate your mouth from his, pressing your foreheads together and fumbling to get your hand in his pants, a deep hunger settling over you. Too hazed to figure it out you made a noise of displeasure,

“Help,” you pleaded.

You felt him let out a hushed, amused laugh. He let go of you for the first time since his entering the room, slipping his thick penis out of his pants. Embarrassingly, you felt your mouth water, feeling the weight of it in your hands and the soft skin. He nestled back between your legs, feeling at home between them despite being a new sensation all together. The two of you felt each other, stroking in unison and nuzzling into the crook of the others neck. A comforting warmth settled over you, feeling his dick throbbing in your hand and his grip on you tightening as he came on your thighs. Not long after you came into his hand, moaning and body jerking to life under his guidance. The two of you stayed, stilled and holding onto one another for a lengthy amount of time. When you finally let go, you heard a groggy, gravelly voice speak up,

“Sorry about the mess,” he gestured to your thighs.

“Oh, uh, don’t wor-“ you choked on the last word as he returned to his knees, licking the cum off the insides of your thighs. You let out a pathetic whine, overstimulated and your half hard cock twitching with interest. You allowed him to lap up his mess before pushing him back, flushed, “I don’t think I can take anymore,” you admitted. He nodded, a softness in his eyes. On wobbly legs you hopped down, this time there was no heels to blame. You really didn’t want to shove your aching feet back into that tight shoe, even after the massage. Sensing your hesitation, Benimaru picked up your shoes.

“I’ll take you home. Or, you could spend the night in the station. With me.”

The idea of not having to leave sounded enticing, and after considering it you gave a nod,

“I think I will,” you lifted your legs and he scooped you up, taking a lesser travelled path to his small captains room, and setting you down in the entry way. It wasn’t decorated beyond what was needed. Dark blue sheets and bedspread, a dresser, just the essentials. Still it looked inviting and you found yourself curled up in his bed before you realized what was happening. You made a mental note to expand your work wardrobe.

#benimaru shinmon x reader #shinmon benimaru x reader #fire force x reader #fire force x m!reader #benimaru x reader #benimaru shinmon x m!reader #look this is very old and im posting it bc im very high and why not lol #reblog if you like #anonymous ask me to compliment #etc #male reader

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cookieswithay · 1 year

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"The battle of the air hockey!"🤣

Donnie x female reader!

⚠️Warnings: Spelling errors, since I NEVER see 'em! What's wrong with me? And very loooooong⚠️

Is this part of the random kiss saga? If I can't think of one for him, yes.

This day was off to a BOMB start. Your alarm clock woke you up early, so you got to do some early morning vibing. With the turtles, of course! After scaring the daylights outta Splinter, (and literally being dropped off in Leo's room) the boys suggested y'all play a game. Air hockey, which was Donnie's game.

"Aw, man," Leo said. "This is a close one." (Mikey's the grouchy referee, Leo's the announcer and Raph's your emotional support)

"Who will reign victorious?" He instigated. "Our unbeatable champion?" He said pointing at his twin.

"Or our overachieving rookie?" And motioned to you.

You were darn good at it when you're younger, but Donnie's been playing since he was six. You fell off the sport! BUT, you were still a force to be reckoned with.

"Poor, deluded, Y/N," Donnie chortled. "Oh, trash talk?" Leo said while scooting next to his brother. "As a matter of fact, yes," he got the mic.

"I OWN this game, Y/N."

"You might as well throw in the towel while you still can."

Leo's turned to you, with a "are you gonna take that?" look. You chuckled and readied a GOOD roast. But, Raph grabbed you up. Like, your face.

"Hey, hey," He said. "You're better than this, okay. Save your energy for the last point."

You nodded. And turned to the twins. "Let's FINISH this."

Donnie snickered, Obviously still thinking he had this in the bag. Mikey pulled out the puck. "You know rules, out of bounds doesn't count as points, no touching the puck," He turned to you.

"And, ladies first." He said in a "smooth" tone. You smiled.

"Favoritism." Leo coughed in the background.

"And no arguing with the ref!" He took a breath. "On your mark..." Donnie cracked his knuckles. "Get set..." Raph gave you thumbs up. "Leggo!" The puck was tossed! Lucky for you, it slid your way.

So you tested that luck, and went for the kill. The puck slid at lightning speed. But, your opponent's defense was WATER TIGHT. He blocked, making it ricochet to the right. Your eyes were locked on the moving disc. Just like D, you successfully blocked. But he was prepared! Again. This battle raged on, for what felt like forever.

So after a hour, Mikey called halftime.

"Your doing great, Y/N" Raph said. "He's getting tired."

You looked over at the purple masked turtle. He was leaning on one of the gaming chair, while drinking from a water bottle. He smiled smugly at you and winked. You gasped. How dare he try to disorient you! With good looks no less! That's when you remembered something. "Raph!" You said.

He looked down. "Did you notice how Donnie used his right arm during the game?" He looked around.

"Uh...yeah?" Normally you would've questioned Raph more on it, but you were on a roll. "Well he's now using his left hand, see?" Sure enough, his brother had his water bottle in his left hand.

"Hey, you're right," he smiled. "Donnie did tell us he was ambi-umbi- can use both hands!" You nodded. "So he'll be using his left this time!" It was all coming together.

"So, you'll have a advantage in sudden death!" He finished. You stood up. "That's right!" You looked over at Donnie. You snickered. "Prepare to lose, handsome."

~On the other side of the room~

"You are KILLING it out there."

Leo said, plopping down next to his brother. "As predicted Leo," Donnie said. "Y/N is doomed." He said, while grabbing a water bottle. While he was taking a swig, he caught your eye. Smart, cute looks are distracting. BUT, you ain't the only who could be cute.

Donnie smiled and winked. You looked away. He snickered "Don't stare at me."

His twin cleared his throat. "Now you didn't hear this from me but," He said.

"But, is it me or has Y/N gotten slower."

Donnie raised a "eyebrow".

"Think about it."

"Not only has she been playing for a hour and some change, but she still has to go to school."

His brother put two and two together. All the pieces came together. He looked at his phone. Time WAS running out. You were totally gonna rush. "You're right!" Donnie snapped.

Leo laughed. "You got this, she's running outta time."

"Heck yeah!"

They high fived and looked over at you. "Look out, beautiful," The purple masked turtle whispered. "You're going down."

~Sudden death!~

"Alright!" Mikey shouted. "We only got 30 minutes until Y/N has to go to school!"

Leo swung his arm around his brother. "So let's make it count!"

You stood tall. Jacket wrapped around your waist and with paint on your face! (Raph let you borrow some. Don't ask why he has it) "Don't worry guys," you said. "I'm not leaving till I win."

Leo and Raph "Ohhh!"-ed in the background. What could you say, you were cool. Donnie, on the other hand, remained silent. Part of you was worried he was planning something, but the other part, was focusing on the slight advantage you had. You had this. (...Maybe)

"Alright!" Mikey snapped. "This is the last time I'm throwing this down!"

Just like last time, you two were revving to go. Especially since both on you had a trump card. (In a way)

"And...Let's go!"

This time Donnie was quicker to the puck. You were faced with a zigzag attack! After some quick mental math, you struck back. JUST for him and successfully block.

Just like the last game, the clinking seemed endless. It didn't help that Leo kept calling out the time too. It was now or never! Okay, after a bathroom break, it was now or never. You locked eyes with your opponent, and gripped your paddle. How were you gonna break Donnie's defense? All your other points were starting to feel like luck! You woke up from daze when the puck came back. Only for you to give a weak bump.

'Dangit!' You thought.

It slid to the middle. It felt like the world stopped. Both of you jumping on the table. Screaming to get it. And, your pinky getting squashed. The world resumed.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

(Think about any scream you want.)

~Laterz~

Final results: Donnie won. But, no gave a FIG, because of your injury. Here's how you got hurt. Y'know how it goes when the puck's stuck in the middle, and either you or your friend hops up to get it. Well, your paddle slipped from your hand. Leaving it in sliding zone. And since D was still in the moment, your pinky got rolled over. So when flew back screaming, your elbow bumped the disc into your goal.

(If you're left handed, just got rolled over. If you're right handed, you slid your paddle to the left)

Back to the story! You inhaled sharply, as you placed the ice on your finger. Right now, all of you guys were piled up in front of the projector. And just for today, Splinter let you sit in his chair. (He immediately gave it up when he saw you choking back tears) He was gonna scold the HECK outta them, but you insisted it was a accident. (He's still watching them though) So now everyone's doting on you.

(Dtello especially)

"How's your finger?" Raph asked, tearfully.

You thought about the throbbing pain.

"...Nice?"

He whimpered and turned away. Dang it. After listening to Jupiter Jim 2: the reckoning for awhile, you broke the silence.

"That's it!" You said, standing up. "Everybody, come here." They all looked at one another.

"Come here." You repeated.

They all stood in front of you. (Donnie trailing behind) You smiled.

"Hug me."

They all looked confused, but Leo actually said something.

"Now?"

You scoffed. "Yeah, now. When else-?"

You were cut by a SERIOUS embrace. Raph really put the cherry on top, when picked he y'all up. You grunted.

Maybe asking for a hug was a bad idea. Not only were you smashed against Mikey's shoulder, but you had to guard your finger. Pulling your face back, you cleared your throat.

"You guys, I already know how sorry you all are," you said while staring into wide eyes. "And I want you to know it's A-okay, okay?"

They all looked off. You sighed. It's not even that bad! It's just swollen.

After a little quietness, Raph spoke up.

"You're sure you're okay?"

You nodded.

"Don't wanna leave or anything?" Donnie added.

You shook your head. Sighs of relief everywhere. After being set down, you all looked at one another.

"Now, what do we do?" Mikey asked. You thought for a second.

"Well, technically we never the finished the air hockey tournament."

"You're not playing!" They said in unison.

"I'm not talking about me!" You snapped. "It's Raph and Leo's turn, remember?"

~Another later~

"What'd I tell you guys about using your mystic weapons!"

You shouted. Once again, you had to pull out a red card, because Raph used one of his justsus.

(Leo was doing the same)

"I swear, y'all some most lowdown, dirty, CHEATIN' folks I ever took score for." You said gruffly.

(You're the Ref this time)

"Sorry!" They called.

You adjusted your fake mustache and continued frowning. Man, who knew being the referee would so fun? You get to be grouchy for no reason!

"How're they doing assistant?" Mikey barked from the kitchen.

"Terrible!"

You coughed a bit. This angry voice was killing you.

"They're SO dishonorable!"

That got him. The two of you started rolling. In the middle of it, you heard a "ahem" from behind. You wiped your eyes and looked up.

"Hey."

"Hey D."

He sat down next to you and sighed.

"So who's winning?"

You snickered.

"Well Raph was at first, but then Leo used "trash talk" and let tell me you, it was effective. But then, I had to dock his points since he was using his sword. So now Raph's in the lead. But he's probably gonna lose that too."

"Figures."

Donnie said with a chuckle and looked over at his brothers. Just as you predicted, the oldest busted yet ANOTHER justsu. That's it!

"Halftime!"

~The LAST later~

"But it wasn't my fault!"

"I'm not asking who's fault it was!"

Again, you and Donnie are vibing in the sidelines. Right now, Mikey's chewing the other two out.

"You want me to call dad!?

"You wouldn't dare!"

(Right now he's arguing with Leo.)

"Hey,"

Donnie said, while snapping.

"Gimme your hand."

You were a little reluctant because of the snapping, but you gave him your hand. He pulled out a bandaid from who knows where and wrapped it around your pinky.

"Haha, thanks Don-"

You shut up when you felt his LIPS touch it. It felt weird... but nice at the same time. It even made you shiver a bit. He pulled away with a "mwah"

"That was a Hamato family tradition."

"It is?" You thought outloud.

"Well it's not official or anything, but it's something we always do here. Operation: kiss it and make it better" He said with his normal smug smile.

You replayed the sentence in your head for awhile. When suddenly, you remembered something.

"Kiss it and make better, huh?"

He nodded, looking confused. Perfect. You got up on your knees and turned his face towards yours. The look of anticipation was indeed adorable, but you weren't gonna kiss him. Well, not on his lips. Instead, you tilted his face UPWARDS, and kissed him on the chin. Must've felt weird since Donnie yelped and pushed you away.

"Geez, careful of the injured." You muttered to yourself.

"Sorry, sorry," He said, quickly. He took a breath.

"Anyway, WHY did you do that?"

You snickered mischievously.

"I simply remembered you slammed your chin on the hockey table when we both went for the puck."

"So I carried out ol' kiss and make it better."

He opened his mouth to say something. But turned a nice shade of pink and turned away. He sighed.

"Well played, Y/N ,well played."

You laughed triumphantly. (Imitating D actually.) If you're wondering what the "well played" meant, it's because the two of you always play like this. It's like a flirt game. Since neither of you plan on confessing anytime soon, it's a dumb way get out your feelings.

(Although this is the first time lips came in the game)

You leaned on his shoulder.

"Speaking of which, didn't you bang your chest plate thing as well-"

"I'M GOOD, I'm good."

He said, scooting away. You started laughing. It's seriously getting easier and easier to frazzle this dude. But knowing Donnie, he'd get you back. He is a SUPER bad tease after all.

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Haha! I had this one in the bag for like two months. It's like one of those fics, you add more to when you see 'em again. Know what I mean? Anyway hope you enjoyed this, it was fun to write.

Wait!

A quick rundown on how the tournament was set up:

Now the game started with two battles.

Mikey vs. Raph and Leo vs. You. Mikey and Leo lost so you and Raph faced off. Inevitably, you beat him. And the last opponent was Donnie D. (He was supposed to be like the final boss or something.) So that's why Raph and Leo faced off. It was for second place.

#rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #air hockey #injuries #accidents happen #reblog if you like

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