Weak Spot - Chapter 57
RotTMNT Donatello x Reader
What lies underneath in this week’s chapter art by @garbagemilkshake
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, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay
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?
Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut
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LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!
Fem!Reader References/Warnings: many snake attribute mentions, asphyxiation play, strapped to a table and examined scientifically, light cutting, bra, boob tugging, knife play, and talk about murder and mutilation
In only a matter of a few days, your apartment had been turned into a command center. With boards that didn’t exist in the real world, you often walked through the floating diorama of the Hidden City whenever you had to go to the kitchen. It had players you had never heard of placed on it for demonstration and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was over nearly every single day to help work out a plan for Donnie to leave his villainous holdings behind. The automaton raised an arsenal of his own screens and it was the first time you got to see the manifestations side by side.
They had the slightest tint change between them and the way they were set up was distinctly them.
You loved your boys dearly.
Not left out of the loop, but unable to actually help, you mostly moved around them as they worked. Unlike other projects, this one had no time limit and needed to be done right. They’d entered a strategy session for the long haul and you were a bystander as they talked about industries that both existed here and were things that sounded like fairy tales.
You didn’t bother asking questions, but S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. often folded you in for the sake of it. He told tall tales of a city he retreated to once a year when Donnie got sick. It brought up the fact that Donnie had yet to catch something this year and came with teasing if Donnie so much as blinked funny. He chided right back, haughty about his health, and held you close as he pinned things to a board that grew by the day.
You picked up the slack where you could. Donnie was doing triple duty between his work from home villainy, his lab duties, and now planning the toppling of his own empire. With only so many hours in the day, it encroached on your time with him and you could see the guilt in him each time you passed. You always affectionately played it off and whispered of things yet to come when he was being particularly stubborn. You had easy fodder what with the baby conversation on top of his mistaken declaration of love. It meant a proposal was technically on the table though you knew he still wanted to announce his love properly.
Each little reassurance pulled eager churrs from him and seemed to reignite his passion in this project. In his element in a similar, but different way, he planned with a meticulousness that you thought must be done for those building detonations in urban areas. Not a single mistake could be made when the tiniest error meant an adjacent building would be caught in the crossfire. With time, he would be able to eradicate everything in a moment with only smoke in its wake and you standing unscathed.
It was that level of care that kept this from being a fixating period for him. As much as he wanted to free himself of his evil binds, it was those same shackles that gave him perspective. If the life he wanted was a simplified one with you then he needed to do this right. You didn’t believe there was only one shot and Donnie hadn’t spoken of it that way, but there was a sort of knowledge base that would be kicked off. He’d mentioned before something about information being key and, as such, if word got out early of his plans to evacuate, there would be plotting from various factions.
Words were tossed out like ‘power vacuum’ and you’d edged closer to him not out of fear, but of uncertainty. With each passing moment it was becoming more and more apparent just how downplayed you’d considered his villainy. Even if he’d been vague for your safety, he’d be upfront. No matter how persistent he’d been in how bad he was, it had all been nothing but words without context. Now seeing the reach of his empire and knowing this was the paltry version where he’d already taken a backseat role made you feel especially ignorant.
Illegal mining rights, arms dealing, illicit substances, territory control, businesses squeezed, exchanges with other players, unlawful animal trade, mystic counterfeiting, and the movement of more unsanctioned goods then you could keep track of, Donnie had been right that he was a new type of creature. His tendrils slid and rooted themselves in nearly every edge of the Hidden City with only Big Mama as a true competitor.
“You built this in a decade.” You were perched on the back of the couch with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sat on the ground between your legs.
Donnie paused where he was moving a digital page on the board. “I consider them by industry. I built up the weaponry sect in only a couple years and have maintained that position since.”
“I guess that’s the power of young blood?” You glanced at a color coded screen that showed Donnie’s holding at about a quarter of the city.
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. lazily tugged your legs so your calves dangled over his chest. “Who’s the old blood?”
“I’m not riding on your shoulders! The ceiling is too short.” You knocked on his metal head.
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. pouted loudly and turned his head up. “No fun!”
“Yeah, hitting my head isn’t fun.” You continued to rap him with your knuckles.
“Are you referring to Big Mama?” Donnie turned and sent a warning look at his son.
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. winked at it with a little flourishing star in his display
“Yeah. Sounds like she’s Splinter’s age, right?”
The other two parties stilled and, since S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was closer, you tugged on his triangular head.
“What?”
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. glanced away and back. “Estimates have Big Mama at… thousands of years old.”
You blinked once before slowly turning up to Donnie for confirmation.
Your boyfriend gave a tight nod.
“You said she was getting old.”
“She acts like it. Compared to her legends.” Donnie rotated and you could tell he was looking hard at an image of her on the board.
It was the first time you had seen her and she looked like a relatively innocuous if not posh older woman. “Donnie?”
“Yes?” He refused to give you his eye.
He could sense it coming. “How old is Draxum?”
Donnie was quiet and you looked down to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.
“He’s vague, but based on the events he’s described, I would guess several hundred years.” Your son stared up at you and you loosened the death grip you had on him.
“Is that… old?”
“He’s probably middle aged.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. stared up openly.
“I guess… I guess that makes sense. They’re considered timeless creatures. Stuff from legends don’t have human life spans… You said that Empyrean probably gave yokai powers and that is the stuff that made the mutagen work…”
Donnie stepped closer to the board and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. squirmed at the change in air beneath you.
“What… Donnie, what is your life expectancy?”
Donnie stood still until an anxious bounce of his leg brought him around. “What can we compare it to? The other mutants affected seem to be aging at regular rates, but they weren’t mutated like I was. I was entrenched in a vat. I was patient zero. The injected or bitten versions don’t appear to have the same results. Even that… that… rat wasn’t mutated in the same way. He-!”
Caught between data and rage, Donnie did a rounding pivot and took a few steps to cool down.
“He’s still growing.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. spoke softly.
You looked down at him in question. “Who?”
“Dad.”
“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.” Donnie threw a bitter gaze from across the room.
This time you took S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s head in a gentle way to show him that this was you overriding Donnie’s threat. “Shelly, what are you saying?”
“That dad hit puberty at a typical human age, but then continued to grow throughout his 20s and still now.”
You looked up only in time for Donnie to look away. “You’ll… get taller? How is that…?”
“They all are.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. added. “It seems to have slowed though. Projections say a few more inches are probable.”
“Donnie, how long will you live?” You felt S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. reach up and hold your wrist reassuringly.
“I was submerged in an Empyrean mixture!” Donnie turned his head only enough where you saw a glint of his teeth as he bit down on the shout.
Since he was in your hands, you felt the moment S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. looked over to Donnie to assess. “A couple hundred years at least.”
Your fingers twitched away from the automaton.
“It won’t matter.” Donnie turned and approached with terror ripped across his features.
Your expression broke and before you could question how, he stood in front of you.
“It won’t.” Your mate stared into your eyes before dropping his gaze to his son. “It won’t…”
You followed to see the exchange to find S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. returning a sad and sympathetic gaze.
“Shelly…” You gave a light pressure to coax him up.
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. looked at you similarly withheld. “Yeah?”
“You’ll outlive us, won’t you?”
The automaton shifted his gaze. “I guess you could say I’m still growing too. My programming is adaptive and with the way tech is going, I haven’t like, calculated a point I can’t reach.”
“Don-”
Donnie gave his mating call and while it was still echoing in your ears he threaded himself through S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to cradle your head.
He wanted your full attention.
“I have considered many options. All which you would despise. I-!” He gave a shaky breath.
You touched Donnie’s pectoral scutes at nearly the same time S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. laid a reassuring hand on his father’s leg.
Donnie wilted under the combined support and hung his head to a degree. “Don’t ask me. I beg you. Under no circumstance. I won’t be able to deny you. Don’t ask.”
For you to be mutated or for him to carry on after you’re gone?
The answer seemed to be any, all, and in-between.
“Please.” He choked.
You signaled to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. with a twitch of your leg that you were going to get up and Donnie came away miserable at your failure to respond. You stood only for a moment, before dropping down beside S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and catching Donnie’s hand. You pulled your partner down with you where he came stumbling and sat between the pair before wrangling them both in with arms around their necks. They both had to accommodate your height, but you soon had both of your boys pulled close. They settled into the position, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. more so since he didn’t have a resistant musculature to contend with, and you had one man to each cheek. “We’re us. I don’t want that any other way. No changing for one another. We’re us first and foremost.”
You felt the weight lift off Donnie’s shoulders because the heft of his body hit you.
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. alternatively stiffened. “Uh…”
You let Donnie’s head fall to your shoulder so you could turn toward the automaton. “What’s up?”
“I already changed for you…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. grew pixel tears in the edges of his large eyes.
You looked at him with some mirth. “Did you change for me or did you think of a new way you wanted for yourself after meeting me?”
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. made his blinks bright and obvious.
You tilted your head so it laid on top of Donnie’s.
Your partner gave off a certain smug aura as he knew what you were getting at.
“Stop.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s gaze lit up hot. “You didn’t! Did you…? Dude, you dad’ed me! You hypno’ed me! That effect of people seeing themselves as more after you talk to them! What?!”
Flooded with excitement, he shot from your arms and had to bounce.
“Dad! Dad! Did you see?!”
“According to Mikey, I might have Leo’ed you too.” You added confidently.
Donnie’s head shot up so he could bore a hard gaze into you.
“What’d you do to him?” In a whirl of electronics, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came to approximately kneel in front of you.
“I don’t actually know…” You glanced out of the corner of your eye to hopefully fend off your boyfriend. “Mikey only said he’s been really introspective since I yelled at him at the gym that one day.”
“You wrecked him! How do you do that!?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. leaned forward into your space with bright eyes.
You put a hand on his head to both calm him and stroke his enthusiasm. “I’m not doing anything. All of you are doing the work. I mean look at you. You were terrified of Donnie when I met you.”
“And… I stood up to him…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s vision flicked to his dad.
“You’ve done well.” Donnie remarked.
You watched S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s systems freeze before an actual spark shot out of the side of his head.
You tugged your hand away and, in a whoosh of air, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shot upward and into the air.
“DON’T!!!” Donnie roared beside you, but it was too late.
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came down from several feet and cracked right through the floor. “Oh shi-!”
“I take it back!” Donnie growled, flew to his feet, and hoisted S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. straight up out of his hole in case it further caved in. “You never think for even a moment! Your programming is wasted! You irritating little-!”
“Am I getting picked up right now?!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. quacked and threw his arms out. “Y/N!!”
“This is not fun!” Donnie flung S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sideways with the intent to put him down away from the damage.
Upon soaring through the air, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. tittered with so much excitement that he left his body.
With an empty metal husk in his arms, Donnie turned to snarl at his system. “Get back here!”
A zip of magenta through the many digital screens, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. returned to his frame and used Donnie’s darting eye to escape towards the door.
“GET BACK HERE!!!” Donnie gave chase.
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hit the hallway with Donnie hot on his heels.
You reached up and dragged your hands down your cheeks. “Forgot his disguise.”
Standing and looking at the crater that didn’t quite reach the apartment below, you shook your head knowing they’d both realize it as soon as they hit the street.
Sure enough, both parties returned in dampened but similar states within a few minutes. You sat waiting by the hole with your arms folded and Donnie relented first with a sigh. A saw attachment appeared out of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s back which he used to cut the hole clean and Donnie ordered some supplies to fix the cavity before end of day.
Calming down in various states, you all didn’t necessarily drop the age subject, but it hung up easily on the emotional wall as something to keep in mind. Peace to be had with it, there was eventually a return to the board and task at hand. Some more information dispersed and scenarios run, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. took the delivered materials and fixed the floor himself before sitting back and pretended to wipe his brow where the floor looked like it had never been damaged.
You had to squat down to study it.
“Monday, I’ll have whittled down the list and we can begin to examine my replacement candidates thoroughly.” Donnie spoke with still some very latent bitterness to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.
“Sounds good. Surveillance is ready to be tapped. Did you see the new one I pushed to the top of the pile?”
“The salamander?” Donnie cocked his head.
“Yeah.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. rose and pretended to stretch out his arms.
“We’ll see.” Donnie turned up his beak.
“He dismisses young ones.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. told you as if you had any idea what was going on in the conversation.
Donnie looked over his son coolly.
“When he was one?” You shared a look with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. before giving Donnie one of your fetching ones.
He didn’t relent and only lowered his lids. “It’s not about youth; it’s about holding. I shall see when I review the file.”
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hummed snarkily.
“Think you can squeeze in a movie tomorrow? I wanted to show you that one… “ You dropped off where S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was making an obvious grimace. “What?”
“I have plans. There’s a convention in town and I want to see what it’s like to walk around without my disguise. I’m gonna totally win the cosplay contest!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. grinned with an arm behind his head. “That’s why we said Monday.”
“Cheating.” You tutted and bumped him affectionately. “Have fun.”
“I deserve it.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. puffed up and then walked backwards toward the door with thrown out pointed fingers as if he were leaving the stage from a successful concert. “See y’all lates!”
Donnie gave him a parting nod and you waved him off down the hall before closing up the door. “So…”
From where he was over by his desk, Donnie shifted his posture to evaluate you.
“Just you and me tomorrow?”
“You, I, files, and chores.” He smirked.
“True romance.” You approached and held out your hands in a show.
He took you into a hug and pressed his beak to your hairline. “I won’t let time keep us apart.”
“I knew you were still thinking of that.” You mumbled into him.
“Hard pressed to forget, but I will attempt to take your words to heart.” He leaned away enough to show you his open expression.
You leaned up on the tips of your toes to give him a soft peck.
He smiled against your lips and you moved together to make dinner.
Going through the evening and into the next day, everything was the new business as usual. Donnie had many tasks that he worked through at a certain leisure. You had his attention when you wanted and with the same offered in return, you both went about your day. Just before lunch you headed out to Old Lady Nagami’s to pick up dry cleaning. While you’d forced Donnie to relent on most of your clothes, he refused to let even a single of his items go anywhere else but into her hands. It meant weekly or so trips which you attended when you could.
You weren’t sure if Donnie liked you coming or not, but the trips usually panned out in the same way. Old Lady Nagami’s nephew manned the front counter, but as soon as you entered she would tear through the shop to yell at him until he left. Then she’d coo over you and how you needed to whip Donnie more into shape because you were already doing a good job. Donnie took everything in stride and as the nephew got his clothes, Donnie and Old Lady Nagami would talk tangential shop. You always listened to their coded messages and sometimes Donnie would decipher them afterwards. Today though, you slipped in the shop with the usual bell only to find the lady already sitting at the front desk with narrowed eyes.
Donnie didn’t slow, but took in an irritated aura as he approached. “What do you know?”
Nagami glanced at you and back. “There will be repercussions.”
Donnie’s posture flared threateningly, but you long knew that didn’t work on the old woman. “I asked you a question.”
She ignored him and beckoned you with a finger.
You approached slowly and kept just behind Donnie.
“I still do not know your name.” She told you with an unreadable gaze.
“And you never will.” Donnie was just short of growling.
“How much of him have you come to know?” Her head didn’t tilt, but there was an obvious shift in the shape of her pupil.
“That is not pertinent-!” Your boyfriend’s hand came down to slap the counter.
“Tell me!” She bit through the air, just loud enough to beat the slam and give him some form of attention. “You are pathetic! Obvious! Do you think I would not see your destination? Boring! You give everything up for the first pretty person to turn your way!”
“I don’t pay you to-!”
“Pay me!” She leaned up and forward. It gave you a sense that her true height was something much larger than her current form and, in opening her mouth, you saw her canines lengthen. “Othello, it has been decades! Drop the act for once and listen as you should!!!”
His nostrils flared with fury and you put a hand to his arm.
He only snapped his wrathful gaze down at you.
You stared back up evenly.
In a slight squint of his gaze, he passed the conversation to you.
“Lady Nagami…” You started.
She lowered herself and turned to wait for you.
“What do you know?” In contrast to Donnie’s accusation, you went for open curiosity.
With a shift in the air, you felt a sort of bubble encase the room. Glancing around as it wasn’t anything visual that changed, you turned back to the old woman.
She appraised you and folded her arms on the counter. “I know that my contact at the auction house was bragging about pulling one over on theirs. I know this to be Othello as he was the one who set up the connection.”
Donnie glanced away and stewed.
“I know many a man has been lured away by love. Not one was successful.” She didn’t look at Donnie, but she squinted through her lenses in a way that said she was talking to him. “Sloppy. They rush. They think themselves safe.”
“He knows he won’t be.” You didn’t argue, but commented.
“Does he?” She raised a brow. “Don’t they all?”
You let the comment sit before rounding your partner and placed your hands in a show of fealty on the counter. “What do you recommend?”
She smiled with a sage’s whip and looked over you affectionately. “I have always liked this one.”
You nodded a form of thanks.
“You’ll use your plans.” She finally looked at Donnie. “You’re making them now?”
Donnie gave a curt nod.
“I know by coincidence, but by tide, the information has not reached the heads, either council or underground.”
He took the information with closed eyes.
You read it as something soothing.
“Will you keep me?” She tilted her head and her glasses chain sparkled.
Donnie swept his gaze to her and hesitated his distaste on crinkled lips. “You have… held up your side of the agreement.”
“You’ve kept my pockets lined, sent me business, and kept my dealings appropriately quiet.”
“Your little gang has dwindled.” Instead of looking down his beak at her, he watched her out of the corner of his eye.
“Kids.” She curled her lips. “They do not want old business. Too hungry. Know no stability. Sound familiar?”
“I detest how you laud your age over me.” He finally turned toward her with a glint of his teeth.
“What am I, if not wise in years?” She returned it with one of her own and you saw her teeth were now long and snake-like fangs.
“Yet you can’t keep your own family in line.” He shifted his body, resisting to throw an open threat.
“I force them! Why? So I can watch what I have built crumble? I rather it die with me.” She shrugged openly.
Donnie watched dully. “What do you want?”
“I want to see you be the first.”
Not surprise, but something similar, he only showed it with the faintest shift in his lids.
“To… successfully get away with love?” You stepped in, wary of both parties.
Donnie’s shoulders rose with displeasure and Nagami’s grin split much wider than any human’s should.
“I have often wished you were my son. You would have brought our family great power.” Nagami spoke casually, but it appeared to be something revealing as Donnie’s gaze shot away.
“Too alone. Your downfall. Mystery and by my hand you have lived this long.” Her head rolled one way then another in a snake’s display of attentive interest. “I hate to see my work go to waste if I can help it.”
You tapped the counter where you were still holding it. “You’ve… dismissed your own family, but think you can help… Othello?”
“Yes.” She slid a hand forward and covered yours with hers. “If not this moment, soon. He will see the advantage.”
Donnie scoffed softly.
“Who else will clean your clothes?” She tilted her head, amused.
That brought Donnie’s eye.
“My demands are simple. No change here.” She lifted a free hand and pointed a digit down into the counter. “You pay, I supply. Clothes, medical, the same.”
“What else?” He eyed her.
“You do not let this one die.” She squeezed your hand and glared at Donnie with growing disdain.
“Don’t act as if I would think otherwise!” He frothed.
“You have never considered anyone other than yourself! You only grow on me because I did not scrape you off the side of my shoe!”
“You are the one kept!” Donnie pressed flat against your back to snarl at the woman. “You said so yourself! I nearly collapsed your pathetic gang overnight when you tried to blackmail me or does your ancient memory fail you!?”
She coolly flicked her eyes over him. “You will not succeed. Too hot under the collar. Shame.”
“Manipulation? Still?” Donnie lips parted for a bitter breath. “You are nothing.”
She turned and walked back, grabbing a tied bunch of Donnie’s clothes where they sat in plastic and hangers. She then brought them over and hung them on a bar. “$187.59.”
You looked between them in dismay as Donnie paid.
He grabbed the wad of hangers and turned to leave.
You hung behind and looked over the old woman helplessly.
Her face otherwise neutral, one of her eyebrows cocked the faintest amount.
Donnie cleared his throat by the door.
You studied her and turned to follow.
If not this moment, soon.
She was planting seeds.
It felt like an echo of the Donnie you had originally met.
He was one that had to come to decisions on his own.
Exiting into the alley and walking out to where the car was parked, you trailed behind him and wondered if he knew that was her plan.
They had a long standing business relationship so you had a sense he probably did.
The door to the vehicle opened as soon as it came into sight. You slipped into the back first and Donnie followed, hanging his clothes on a hook just for them. He closed the door and the car took off with a slow lurch.
You waited a few blocks before quietly addressing him. “You okay?”
“Never reached a point where someone didn’t look down at me…”
Lightly running a thumb over a nail, you gave a half-hearted smile. “Don’t think anyone does.”
Donnie breathed a sort of bitter agreement.
Your gaze softened. “When you say it like that it sounds like your life is over.”
“One is.” He stared hard out the window.
“I disagree.” You turn to study his profile.
He gave an obvious shrug for you to see.
You prodded a fold of his jacket breaching the gap between you.
“Say it.”
“Think she’s right?”
One large blink said that wasn’t the question he expected and he turned to look at you. “No.”
You leaned your head against the headrest to watch him.
“No.” He affirmed harder.
“What was her gang like?”
Another misdirect he couldn’t calculate, he studied you.
“Like typical drug kingpin or…?”
“Medical.”
Your gaze darted around the cabin. “How…?”
Donnie settled, but kept examining you. “Disgraced in the Hidden City, she moved her family over in the 80s and took advantage of a wave of Eastern medicine. Using botched mysticism, she both healed and poisoned masses with her clinic as seemingly the only respite.”
“Oh…”
Donnie nodded lightly. “The younger generations that grew up here took to doctorates and found the actual rigging of the US medical system to be more advantageous.”
“The nephew?”
“The only one that didn’t make it through school.” Donnie gave a sort of smile.
“Are you letting her in on the plan?”
You watched relief pour over your partner as that was the question he’d been waiting for. “I’ll hold out until my next drop off.”
“You think she can help?”
“I think she chose her words too well and is targeting my weak spot.”
“You don’t want to chance what she said coming true.”
He sharpened his gaze to translate you’d gotten it right.
“Most of the villain’s I’ve met have been pretty nice to me. I have no idea what to think…” You shook your head. “I trust you.”
He hummed and reached out to lay his hand besides yours.
You touched your pinky to his thumb.
A faint churr rolled out of him.
“This time… What you’re doing I mean, it feels… different. Like how you’re taking your time. You’re usually so sure and jump as soon as you are, but now…?”
Donnie nodded. “No mistakes. No obsession. No rush. Done right.”
“Is this still what you want?” You look toward him under your lashes and raised them up to catch honesty.
He watched the move with affection. “Very much so. Every time I look at you.”
You snagged his fingers.
He squeezed your hand and you sat in a comfortable silence on the way home. Dropped off outside the apartment, Donnie slung his dry cleaning over his shoulder and followed you as you led up to the apartment. Out on your floor and inside, you could tell his mind was kicking into gear now that Nagami was in the mix. You offered to take his laundry and he pecked you gratefully on the cheek before heading to translate the new information to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.
Pinning the canopy of the bed back, you laid out the many bags and went through the soothing process of taking the covers off the dry cleaning. You carefully removed the plastic and took each item off its sticky hanger one by one. Laying them out at first, you then set aside the different piles and took to folding what was necessary and hanging the rest on their proper hangers.
Humming not a tune, but a tone as you hoisted up a folded pile for the dresser, you walked over to it and jimmied a drawer open with a full load. The top sweater slipping, you shifted down to a knee to correct the load and set the stack on top of your thigh to adjust. Getting the pile upright, you trailed up to the correct drawer with a finger lining the way and tucked your fingers under the handle. Pulling it out, you went back to the load, teetering in your strange pose. It brought a hand down to the ground to stabilize and you heard an audible click.
Blinking, you stared over the dresser and didn’t see anything so figured a button or something must have gotten stuck in Donnie’s clothes. You’d look for it in a moment, but putting the clean laundry was the priority. A few swipes had them placed and you inched backwards on your knees to close the drawer and look. The immediate area showed little and you placed a flat hand against the dresser to stabilize yourself as you bent over to look underneath the furniture.
As soon as you did, a purple light emanated from there.
Staring dully at how the dresser now resembled a spaceship, you scooted further away and watched as a panel drop flush with the ground. Retreating on instinct, it at first looked like another drawer until it began to push itself outward. Nearly silent through the whole process, you were eventually presented with a case.
A metal container, the side facing you had a fake wood panel to match the dresser. Following along the edge, you found a hinge running all the way around, but no opening closure. From the many layers of protection around it, you squinted against the wood part and whispered.
“Darling Protocol Open.”
The wood shifted and you wished you had touched it before because it clearly wasn’t the material you thought it was. In a reconfiguration, it manifested a handle much like the ones on the dresser and you grabbed hold of it. Also metal, though cleverly painted, you lifted up and the case opened. Lined with a soft purple glow that reminded you of a UV light, inside was a black mass and little fixtures. Digging into the fabric you bumped something large and flat placed over the surface and got a hold of that first. Lifting it where it had been laid upside-down, you found it to be Donnie’s villain costume mask.
Your eyes widened at it before you scoured into the fabric with a tug to reveal a purple pinstripe that you knew went down the front of his suit.
You sat back on your haunches and held the mask loosely in your hand.
It seemed weirdly apropos for you to find it now.
Looking over the mask while you were still dumbfounded, you studied the shape of it. You had once wondered how it fit his beak and seeing it now, up close, it made even less sense. It was barely concave in nature and looked more like a dinner plate with large protrusions for those glowing goggles. Holding it up to your own face, there was no room for your nose and you dropped the piece down to your lap while thinking.
You weren’t sure now was the time for this.
Even if you had come upon his costume’s location by some sort of kismet accident, Donnie was in a transitional phase and something about it seemed wrong to ask him about. Sort of like picking a healing scab, you figured talking to him about it later might be better and went to put the mask back. Finding the placement of it was so the case could close, you shut the thing, and pushed it back towards the dresser.
It was the slightest bit ajar and no longer fit underneath.
You chided yourself silly and shook your head. “Sorry, Darling Protocol Close.”
The case did nothing.
You pushed down harder on it, sure you’d put everything pretty much back in place.
“Close.”
You tilted your body to the side and saw the hinge line where it was no longer laying flush with itself. Pouting, you tugged the thing back open and fluffed the contents before smashing them back down. They again seemed flat and you closed the case a second time only to still find the same crack.
“Shut. Bolt. Lock. Disengage. I don’t know!” You hissed a sharp whisper to the object and stared at the handle still sitting there.
You tapped the object, remembering how there hadn’t been a handle before you asked for it.
“You…” You narrowed your gaze at the offensive jut of metal. “Go away. Dematerialize. Stop.”
It stayed just as it was and you hung your head over the case in dismay.
The forces at be really wanted you to discuss this then.
Sighing, you opened the case back up and plucked the mask. Two birds, one stone, you carried the object with you over to where Donnie was in front of the big digital bulletin board. A little S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. icon was moving around the screen and writing data where Donnie was clearly absorbed reading and responding.
“Uh… Hey, Don…?” You felt bashful and shifted the mask between nervous fingers.
“Hm?” He didn’t look and moved an image as it popped up.
“I… sort of found something… and I can’t… put it away…” You held up the mask, goggles facing him, at the ready.
“Dry clean-?” He turned casually to address you when his expression plummeted. “How…?”
“I don’t know…” You lifted the mask to hide your shame. “I was just putting your sweaters away and… was there like some sort of code? On the dresser…?”
“Yes…” He eyed you carefully before taking the mask.
You watched him look it over with a sharp gaze.
Just as quickly as he scrutinized, it fell to neutral and then shifted to a sort of smile where he shook his head. “If anyone would find it…”
“My thoughts exactly…” You chuckled. “I’m sorry…”
“No…” He gave a metered sigh. “Quite alright. I’ll shut it.”
“S-sure!” You bobbed to attention.
He gave you a bored glance at your obvious hesitation and waited.
“I just… always wondered.” You held your hand up like a muzzle. “How does it… it makes your snout disappear?”
He dropped out his dry gaze for one of affection. “You need only ask.”
You grinned at him feeling settled.
He looked you over appropriately before turning his head in demonstration. “By design, it’s meant for anonymity.” He held the mask up to his face and you watched it adjust, almost reaching for him. He placed it on and it shifted for a bowed curve instead of over his beak distinctly.
You touched his arm to lean in close and could see him looking out the corner of his goggles at you. “Huh…”
He turned to face you and you saw his face looked only like a black abyss with two round holes.
“How does it do that?” You reached up and touched to find the mask was indeed there even if you couldn’t see it.
“It’s the paint. It absorbs all light.”
“Wow…” You smiled and ran your fingers to the edge. “With the hood it works really well.”
Donnie nodded. “There’s lights in the hood to further shroud me.”
“There are?” You perked up. “I only remember the eyes.”
“A prominent feature.”
You looked down momentarily nervous before sending your desire up to him. “Would you show me?”
He stared down at you evenly before his lids creased. “Of course.”
You chewed your lip as he rounded you and you followed. “Is this… weird? With you leaving it behind and all?”
“I’m not sure.” He spoke honestly and approached the case you’d left open.
“I’ve always been interested.” You admitted, following the trend.
He crouched enough to grab the jumpsuit and stood straighter, studying the fabric. “I know you have…”
You drew close and he looked you over.
You imagined he probably wanted something similar, but you only gawked at his head.
“It really just hangs off your face.”
He chuckled and reached up to remove it with one big hand. “Try it on.”
“I held it up before and nothing happened…”
He shook the jumpsuit out and unzipped it to step in. “Try now.”
“Since you know?” You held the mask up to your face.
“It could be voice activated.”
“Then why couldn’t I close the case?!” You huffed and felt the tech in the mask shift as it got close to your skin. Nerves high, you brought it until it brushed your nose and it gently reconfigured. Something akin to a soft brush, it molded itself to your skin and bowed around your nose giving you room to breath. You also felt it shrink down where it exceeded your facial structure to fit you like a glove. You let go marveling at Donnie through the goggles and felt how the mask just barely clung to your skin in a comfortable hold. “This is wild…”
He had the jumpsuit around his waist and was slinging an arm into one side. “Look at you.”
“Turn the lights on.” You cheered lightly.
“Absolutely not.” He shrugged into the sleeves.
You stepped into his space and did the zipper for him. “Rude.”
“Rather not be blinded.”
“You’ve blinded me a few times.” You grouched and set the neckline.
He clucked amused and caught your wrists.
“What?” You frowned even though he couldn’t see it.
“I actually…” He removed your hands and unzipped a few inches before hoisting the hood up from where it was tucked. He then brought the zipper up the rest of the way so the hood was secured inside it.
“Oh, oops…” You removed the mask and passed it to him.
He hummed disinterest and applied it to himself.
You stared at him, hands hovering close and pushed forward to touch his plastron.
He appraised you easily. “Ready?”
You nodded.
You watched as he blinked and the hood lights turned on. A soft purple neon glow from around his head, you immediately reached up into the fabric to feel it. It encroached his face in pure darkness as he described and you felt a plastic sort of quality to the inside of the hood where the light technology was pasted.
“Does it get hot?”
“No.” One of his hands hovered by your waist.
You glanced down at it. “You’re missing the gloves and boots.”
“Am I?” He turned his hand over and you watched as from the tech gauntlet underneath, a glove manifested as it had the night the other turtle’s ambushed you. Without the same sharpened claws, they instead looked like bulky rubber gloves and you skimmed them to feel their metal coating.
His fingers parted under your touch and, in a shift, you checked his other hand. “Missing one.”
“Got me there.” He leaned with you to look at the case.
Inside there was a compartment for his boots and another tech gauntlet.
You stepped away from him and gathered the former to pass to him.
He applied it to his free wrist and stretched out his arm as the other glove moved into place.
Raking your eyes over him, you gave a coy smile which he took with head tilting interest.
“Oh no…!” You feigned a hand over your mouth in horror. “Furious Fuchsia?! What am I going to do?”
He turned the lights off so you could watch his lids drop in judgment.
“I know, I know. I’m supposed to be scared…” You trended towards him and traced a strap on his chest. “I never have been though. Maybe the bug eyed thing freaked me out at the time, but it was because there were two scary headlights in an empty alley. If I had seen this, I don’t know… while I was out at night and you were… robbing a bank and I saw you, half lit, without knowing you, I think my first thought would be… cool. How mysterious…”
Tracing a clip that was an obvious Donatello ‘D,’ your partner was silent so you looked up to see why.
Nearly the size of his goggles, he was staring down at you in astonishment.
You took him in with your own form before lowering your lids.
“You know I’m telling the truth, don’t you?”
He gave a slow nod before his gaze shifted to an appreciative one.
“What are you imagining?” You leaned into him sweetly.
“Meeting you like that, a true villain and my first prey to not immediately run. You glimpsed me in the act, you think I would let you go?” His shoulders squared and you could sense his preparation.
“You could easily take me out…” You pressed your hands flat against his pectoral scutes.
“No.” His voice shifted to that deeper pitch he used to disguise his own. “Consider yourself captured.”
“But you don’t capture…” You felt him take your waist. “No victims left alive.”
“True…” He leaned into you and you had no choice, but to bend back in his hold. “You though… What you know… Your knowledge intrigues me…”
You were nearly being dipped as his hold shifted supportive. “Me? I’m just some citizen…”
“You’re no mere resident.” He openly scanned you.
You squirmed a little in his grasp. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“Shall we see?”
“See what?”
“If that’s true. If you’re not after more.” This time he did dip you and leaned his mask right into your face. “A trade.”
“Trade?” You felt giddy as he brought you back up with him in a salsa-like maneuver.
“My identity for yours…?” Leading you over to the wall, he trapped you there.
Pushing back hard against the wood, you stared up at him unable to hide your excitement. “My identity…? I would think yours is more important…”
“There it is again.” He leaned into your space. “Your interest in my person.”
“Guess you could call me a fan…” You wished you could kiss him.
“Guess we’ll see if that holds true?” He tipped his head with a question.
You gave a single eager nod.
His gaze dipped and he leaned down as if to kiss you.
Compelled, you pressed your lips to the flat of his mask and heard an explosion of churning metal.
Fluttering your lids open, you found the shoulder pads he’d been missing were now in place along with his cinching metal belt. All parts you now placed as part of his battle shell, the pièce de résistance were the four enormous mechanical arms lazily hooked around you. One atop the dresser and another craning curious around the partition to the living room, the last two settled against the ground, ready to lift Donnie if need be.
You gasped lightly at the sight and Donnie moved.
“Let us reveal then. Bit…” Encased by him, instead of ushering you out of the space, you felt the claw above you slide down the wall’s frame towards yours. There, it inched, testing, around your ankle and you caught his jumpsuit to articulate it was okay for him to proceed. “…by…” The arm wound, gentle, but probing between your legs and continued to spiral upwards. “…bit.”
This was the decadent version compared to the nightmarish one the night of the chase.
This was what you should have done then.
This was a reclamation.
You were so glad you found that case.
Mewling as the arm fastened just under your butt, you lifted off the ground as it coiled around your waist. A comforting constriction, Donnie backward away for more space and the arm from the dresser trailed over to help. It snaked into your grasp, urging you to let go of him and you held onto it as it curled around you. Slithering up your arm and leaving trails of goosebumps behind with the revolving metal texture, it felt like soft scales streaming across your skin.
You breathed in heavy gasps and heat as it wormed up towards your face and the claws extended. Purple poisoned tips, the three sharp fingers extended and touched your cheek. Exceedingly gentle in the comparison to how sharp, they spun slowly in a trace over your lips. All you could think was how they were him. Just as you had confirmed during the last night of his hacking troubles, this was his caress.
Pushing down on the plump of your bottom lip, your lips parted and you moved your head careful to suck on the claw there.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Donnie’s pupils shift through a layer of glass with wild excitement.
This was completely uncharted territory for him.
You were going to make it beyond worth his while.
Extracting from the claw with a wet pop, you licked your lip. “Bit by bit, huh?”
He tried to roll his churr into an interested noise.
“Then where’s…?” You reached up from the elbow since your biceps were strapped down and cradled the mechanical arm. “… my give?”
“Think you deserve one already?” He stepped in and the other arm coiled a final twist around your neck.
“Do you have me or have I let you?” You smirked down at him and pulled the claw along to give it a delicate kiss.
It switched grip and a single digit lifted your chin. “What a being you are, calling shots in this position. I was right to keep you alive.”
You had another haughty retort on your lips but the tethers restricted. Slow and careful, they tested your windpipe and just barely cut off your oxygen. You writhed looking down at him and saw his gaze was laser focused to catch even the slightest discomfort. It brought a little smile to your lips which you parted as soon as your need to breathe started to become pressing.
The arms loosened and curled around you affectionately. The one in your grasp wriggled as you stroked it down. You were soon lowered to Donnie’s eye level where he judged you with an open cascading of his gaze.
“What do you see?”
“A specimen.” He spoke instantly and reached out to tread a gloved hand across your waist. “You?”
“A new type of creature.”
He stopped and looked at you with waning intent.
A little worried, you dropped the act. “Was that wrong? You okay?”
He shook his head slowly and reached out in time that you were brought into his face. “I adore you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
You reached for him and the arms shot away to give you the full freedom to move. Now swathed around the waist and up toward your back, you took his head careful and coaxed him close. There you kissed into the abyss and landed with your lips against the flat mask. “I quite like you as well Furious Fuchsia.”
Caught, his gaze narrowed and you felt the arm near your neck shifted to pinch curiously at your top. “Give?”
“What did I take?” You kept your hold on him.
“My attention.”
“I’d have said heart.” You looked at him cheekily.
With one curled claw, he shredded a line down the back of your shirt. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
You pouted openly and slumped your limbs so the shirt would fall.
One of the claws from the ground came up to toss the fabric away in a fluid motion. “Specimen.”
He had repeated himself with a new tenor.
You searched him curiously before you dropped.
Shifted and turned, you were soon laying horizontally while strapped down to a table made from a bunched coiling of the mechanical arms. Donnie loomed over you, turning his head back and forth to show where his gaze trailed. One of his hands rose, gloves turning into claws and he traced the pinprick edge over the expanse of your exposed torso.
“What pretty skin.”
You tested your binds in a squirm.
Flexing his fingers out, he dug lightly into your side and tested the way your skin relented. “So clean, so soft…”
You made a high pitched sound, tense with the sensation teetering on ticklish.
In a flick as if picking some hardened piece of food off a table, he snapped a digit in and you felt it scrape you.
Your hips lifted lightly with the sting.
He dipped down, looking at that obviously and then flicking his gaze back to yours.
You forced a smile.
His eyes said he returned it and he again spread his claws, this time dragging them with purpose. “I’d like to leave my mark.”
“You don’t leave evidence…” Your body arched as he made disappearing lines over the plain of your stomach.
“Again, how you know me and my work.” He cooed and in a snap, he made a small incision to your arm.
You squeaked at the papercut-like pain and sent a betrayed expression to him.
“Won’t scar, not deep, barely bleeding.” He spoke in his usual tone before turning to the pitched one. “You bleed like the rest.”
“I’m human.”
“I’m not.” He reached for the arm he wounded and pulled it to him. The binding didn’t release, but simply came along with, so he could examine the cut close.
It also showed you that it was exactly how he described with only a single drop of red formed off it.
He wiped it up and it disappeared in the dark color of his glove.
It appeared to be logged because with a roll of his neck, he shifted to ready himself over the project of your body and went to work. Metal palming warm from his skin, he dug and prodded you until you were a writhing mess. He trekked across places exposable in a public sense while pressing pain centers and breaking the skin only enough for surface level scarring. Marring you for him, he moved to snap the fabric of your bra when you least expected it.
Nearly snarling at him incensed, he propped a hand on either side of your head and the table moved so he could lean over you. “You seem upset?”
“F-fuck…” You managed.
“You’ve done well.”
You winced rhythmically as the air stung all the little grazes.
“Want help? Your first give?”
“B-both?” Your heart rate was finally coming down.
He nodded a single time.
“Y-yes…”
Reaching up obviously, he removed his mask.
You tried to stop him and the binds let you get a certain distance.
He slowed, the cover only partially removed from his face. “Problem?”
“Your… identity…”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I wanted… I wanted you…”
He hitched where you could only see one of his eyes. “I…” His voice warped out of his villainous one. “I don’t know how to proceed. I want to taste you, but this does not shrink in a way that would allow it.”
“Can you black out the goggles?” You moved to sit up and were allowed.
It came with needle pricks from your wounds, but you ignored them to support his arm.
He seemed appreciative and lowered the mask with a strained expression.
“Why impede my vision? This is only meant for me.”
You hummed unsure.
He tapped the cover, thinking, until he flipped it over and studied the goggles. “There are different modes…”
“Yeah?”
“Night vision, UV, mystic energy tracker…”
You leaned in and kissed his cheek.
He chirped an affection and nuzzled close. “I think I’ve got it.”
“I didn’t help at all.”
“You always help.” He tapped a flat finger to your forehead and pushed.
You took the message and laid back down.
He adjusted himself with a flip of his head and put the mask back in its half position along with his voice. “How thoughtful.”
You smile slightly and, in a flash, he put the mask on you.
Blinking at the sudden adjustment, you saw mostly dark blobs until you turned to view him. He sat a radiating hot red form under heat vision. “Oh!”
“Now.” The table righted and he dropped down.
Immediately getting his mouth on you, his tongue was a scathing balm on your wounds. You cried for him, only just barely keeping the sounds generic and not his actual name. He licked flat stripes, catching the braised skin and soothing it where he roved. Less titillating and more clinical, you squirmed under him trying to catch more when you saw two claws lift ominously. A cooler, green refinement, there was just enough definition from their generated heat that you could see the claws as they spun at threatening ready. Not sure where they were going and with Donnie sucking lightly at the cut on your arm, they shot forward and locked onto your breasts.
Cold in comparison, the metal dug into the mounds and, with a rolling press, hard palmed your nipples. The million little joints rolled over the bud and created a wholly new sensation that had you tensing and squeaking out unsure sounds. Donnie slowed, pressing kisses to your belly as he watched his tech push and pull your breasts. Coming away taut with the claws pinching your nipples tight, they tugged hard and pushed the elasticity of your chest to its very limits. It burned with the stretch of skin and then melded it hard back into your torso where the nano pieces rippled a strange sort of lick that had your pitch soaring.
With a final squeezing claw to each breast at large, you imagined it left a pair of three daggered punctures in its wake. The arms then released and were replaced by Donnie’s tongue. A sexual good cop bad cop that was all him, he soothed the pain and held only tenderness as he lapped carefully at the abused buds. Swirling for a suck to clean your wounds, you whimpered for him and strained on the table where the binds were again taut. He traced your arm down to one, tucking a finger in that sharpened to press threateningly at your pulse.
“T-too much!” The phrase popped out and his hand disappeared as soon as it did.
“Apologies.” He whispered softly.
“It’s okay. Choking is one thing, but that was…”
“Right.” His form seemed to nod understandingly.
You relaxed with a twitch.
He came up a glowing blob and peeled back your mask to kiss your cheek. “I would never harm you.”
“I know…” You ghosted up, your hand melded with his shape and felt around until you could squeeze his shoulder through the jumpsuit fabric.
He caught your hand and kissed it as well. “We’ll switch back in a moment for your sake.”
“Done tasting me already?” You chided, feeling calmer.
He lightly bit your digits. “Never enough, but in this case, I want you to watch. No repeats.”
“Repeat of what?” He extracted himself, placed the mask back on you, and appeared to slide over you as if you were a piano.
“That night. I’m going to fuck you with the arms.”
Your body wound with excitement.
The way he pet your stomach said he appreciated the turn. He shifted to a clawed finger and skirted it down your jeans. “Gathering more of you, piece by piece.”
“Pound of flesh.” You hissed lightly as he curved inward between your legs.
“How’s the sight deprivation?”
“Hot.” You smirked even though he couldn’t see it.
“Scoff, puns are the lowest bar of comedy.”
You giggled.
“Hm?” The dagger pushed right into the apex between your legs and, on instinct, you tried to pull away.
The bed of arms raised as a block for your shoulders.
“Something amusing?” He dug it in deeper and you felt the sharp curve of the blade through the thick fabric of your pants.
You gave a breathy whine, unable to form a word.
In a little wiggle, you felt the moment he breached your bottoms as the claw became a sharper shape with only the thin cotton of your underwear as a barrier. “I was haphazard above. I think when I have you next, I will carve you with purpose. Section you off like meat.”
“Are you a villain or serial killer?” His pause gave you a moment to breathe.
“Murdering three or more in a month as separate events…?” He mouthed with curiosity. “I suppose the label fits, but not for pleasure… Well… not in the case it supposes.”
You made a nervous fist and you watched his blob move to catch it.
“Y/N?”
“Have…” You shifted. “Sorry to stop so soon, mask, please.”
He appeared in your vision clearly within the next second. “No apologies. What’s wrong?”
You pushed to sit up and came away easily.
You watched him searching you in a wild darting of his head.
You touched his plastron to catch his focus.
He came and sent it toward your gaze.
“Pleasure…?”
All at once, his face fell into a light hearted one. “Pleasure for the villainy, not for death. Retribution. For cruelty. Not mutilation.”
“You…” Feeling a little too bare up top, you tried to fold your arms, but mechanical ones crept up as soon as you did. You watched them as they slowly formed a sort of tube top and you smiled at them, then Donnie. “You said that thing about picking Mikey apart… when you caved his face in.”
Donnie lips parted with a sort of guilt. “Again, not about death, but that would be mutilation… It’s difficult to explain. In certain states of mania, I derived pleasure from it as a science. I believe I also explained that with the orange oaf I thought I may find what made him tick in the process. I… wanted to understand finally, why…”
You pressed a little harder for support. “I’m ruining the moment.”
“No.” He caught your hand and then shoved his face into yours. “No.”
You couldn’t help pecking the tip of his beak.
“Does that help?”
“Yes, the way you were talking… I had to know… for sure if you had…”
“I’ve killed many, but not in such a way. No saved bodies. No Frakensteinian amalgamations. Not my particular brand of science. I prefer to deal in living.”
In a slow slide and breaking from his grasp, you moved to touch the scute he’d removed for his vivisection.
His expression shifted to a pained one and this time he covered your hand. “May I share what titillated me? Why I shifted to that line of speech?”
“Of course. Finally I get to tell you how silly it is to ask.” You prodded his cheek with your other hand.
He leaned into the digit. “I thought of writing on you. Painting your skin with a brush. Leaving marks as such. Writing my name in the tender flesh of your thigh.”
You squirmed at the thought and your mind’s eye supplied a flurry of images. “I… We need to do that.”
Donnie nodded.
“Tally marks of misdeeds…” You chewed your lip and bounced. “Tenderly filling in the gaps on your carapace…”
He kissed you sweetly.
You melted against him and made out languidly until you nudged him with your nose. “Keep going…”
He nodded once before the mask fell back in place and he repositioned himself just as he had been with the claw against your underwear.
“There’ll be a next time…?” You added a little too much breath to the statement.
In return, Donnie’s growl sounded a little too playful as he hooked the digit into your right pant leg’s inseam and began to tear downward. Claw dragging your skin the whole way, you felt him scratch a long line until he severed the fabric at the ankle. The peel back felt like a burst casing and he moved to do the same down your left leg. By the end of it you were shifting with need and a seasoning of pain. “Another take, therefore…”
You heard but didn’t comprehend.
The mask lifted from you and bubbling worries came with clarity. “Ah-!”
Only your head could lift and, in doing so, you found the mask was already back with its rightful owner where said villain had a grip on the zipper at his chin.
“Oh…”
His head quirked with what you bet was a smile and he was torturously slow as he dragged it down. Caught by his battle shell, he tugged the fabric hard to reveal until it was trapped by the belt at his waist. “Ah, the downsides of a good suit.”
You listened to his lament with a curling of your toes.
He glanced at the movement and then back to you. “A moment, if you will?”
Not waiting for an answer, he ducked his body and came straight out of his battle shell. In a quick shuffle, he got the top of his jumpsuit off and left it hanging gorgeously at his hips before he stepped back into the straps on his equipment. Locked back in place, it painted him an overheated mechanic still hard at work on a project.
“Suffice?”
“No.”
“No?” He struggled a moment to keep his pitch.
“No more games. I want my due.”
“Your first poor showing.” He tutted with three ticks and the table began to warble.
You steeled yourself and it disintegrated into snakes, weaving and wriggling across your nearly nude frame. Setting your skin aflame where almost every inch of you was licked with metal, he loomed attentive and smug. You panted heavily, getting over stimulated everywhere, but one he knew all too well. Your legs were welded shut as the creeping limbs squeezed your hips and each roll found new flesh to test. Flexing control with circulation cutting restrictions, he assessed every inch of your body until bringing you in close.
“Will you demand anything else?”
You babbled nothing coherent.
“Very good.” A claw caught your throat with two digits and the third pricked your chin. “I’ve seen most of you, but am no closer to your identity.”
You tried to catch a sentence, but you gaped like a fish.
“Huh?” He turned his head for you. “What was that?”
You inhaled with a chance of speaking only for the claws to tighten and cut you off.
He hummed a pity and traced a digit straight down your sternum, over bumps of metal, until he reached your underwear.
You squeaked the barest sound you could manage, head getting light.
“Few more seconds and I’ll reward you…” He studied closely, a sharp digit sliding into your waistband.
Tears leaked and your eyes became more difficult to keep open.
He released.
You gasped greedily and, as you did so, he shredded the last of your clothing in a clean swipe.
Feeling the air on your mons and not your boiling sex you choked. “I-I’ll t-tell you…”
He perked with interest and tested a claw just above your slit. “Not so broken after all, that’s better.”
“No more games and I’ll talk.”
From the way his eyes curved, you knew a smile was splitting his face. “Very good. Very, very good. That’s my intrigue. Push me. Level the playing field.”
“Lonely at the top?”
“Frustratingly so.” He brought your face to his. “You are the first being to ever capture my interest.”
“I’ll be the last.” You put on your best maniac grin.
Even though you could only see two slivers of his face, you watched him short circuit in real time.
“How’d you say it…?” With your arms pinned you could only stroke the mechanical arms within reach by the tips of your fingers. “Very…” You leaned hard against the restraints to get the tiniest bit closer. “Very…” You sucked in a breath and offered your open mouth for him to see. “Good…” You puffed out plumpness with the final word.
Your legs were scissored apart and something feral in your brain had you cackling in an unhinged way.
“Finally, there he is! The villain! My villain!”
The coil around your throat tugged you into his face as he ground his clothed hips into your core. “Yours?!”
“That’s the big secret.” Your cheeks hurt from pressure.
He reached up and you watched his glove retract so he could fiercely grab your head with his bare palm. “What?! Who are you!?”
“Haven’t you realized?” You shifted the frenzy straight into a controlled cuteness with a purse of your lip and a flutter of your lashes. “I’m yours.”
You had little comprehension for what happened next.
The wrap around your throat suctioned tight so fast your vision whited out. Whirling metal swallowed your arms and dragged, pinching every single hair as you were constricted everywhere, but between your legs. Those still split wide wide open, you felt your ankles tug shut behind Donnie’s back and his cock swiped slick over you in three tests before you were skewered.
You were given air just as you were blacking out.
Mouth to mouth, he forced your lungs open to accept him and plowed you in a countercurrent that tried to shove the oxygen back out.
Wheezing on the ebb and flow, he forced pulse after pulse of air in until you animated like a blowup doll. He then retreated to stare a bobbing form in your delirious vision as he refused to stop fucking into you. A pressure crushing deep inside, a metal coiling around your waist tightened to a painful degree until you were able to put together with your rattling brain that it was the only thing moving you. Held as a stroker, you were being pumped up and down his cock and you were the next thing to contract.
A vice on him, he roared possessively and sank his teeth into your mating mark. Renewing your brand, you heard him snort wet as he drank in your life blood. Claws out, he dragged them wanton across your back and he chomped down a second time for a bite that rivaled one from his heat. Crying out in pain and pleasure, you came suddenly and shook violently into it. He ignored it, plowing through the further constriction and unhinging his jaw only to drag bloody lips across your skin. He melded them to your mouth, a contrasting tender to the brutality and you tasted your existence on him. All him, you whimpered, senses blown out, and he shoved his tongue further in as if to gag you there as well.
Releasing suddenly, he tossed himself back and you registered that his mask was long gone. Not knowing when he’d removed it, you seared this face into your memory and watched him doing the same to you. A mental lock on of your fate, you both committed to these versions of yourself and you etched exactly how his beak twitched and brows came together as signals he was close.
The metal arms sped up and you lost sight of him as everything blurred. The needle graphing your orgasm in real time swung wildly back and forth with no true start or end as sensors were mistakenly strapped to your partner. Each pock marked and closest to his veins, they drew the line of his own violation and stroke of his cock. A grinding pump of little thrusts as he grew too large to move, he swelled and the pen snapped the moment he came.
The sudden stop came with vertigo that continued to bob his pinched features until he centered for a falling relief. A method of molding, he stamped his mark into you with semen and scorched his place in your soul. You quaked, feeling strung out and still bound until his legs gave out. No fall thanks to the mechanical arms, they loosened only to hit the ground in a lock and he lurched further against you.
The crush of his pelvis to yours, you made the faintest sound of distress where he was now using you as a podium to keep himself upright.
You imagined he’d give a fine speech as he came up wobbly and feeble.
Eyes unfocused like he was the one just bouncing on what was ten times that of a mechanical bull, you studied him and watched as he drew back into his shell as much as he could.
He surfaced with a type writer’s side to side of his pupil before his brows knit concern.
Twisting with surprise, he tracked over your body with little dashes and you read the code to be the many cuts he’d inflicted.
Moving faster by the second, he lifted higher for a wider camera angle and found the nicks were paired with bruises which trailed to the thick oozing blood from your bite.
Fear shaking his breath, his lips quivered and his pupils looked a similar scribbled mess.
“Don…? Don! What’s happening??” You went to tug at the metal but it shirked away from you as if scared. “Donnie!”
“Too far. I went…!” He was about to stumble away, but you caught the shoulder pads of his battle shell.
“Hey! Are you okay!?”
“W-water! Ban-bandages! I need to-! I need to care! I need-!”
You tugged hard and mistakenly slammed your forehead into his. “Donatello!!!”
“H-huh?” He searched for you in a haze even though you were right in front of him.
“Are you…? I don’t know what’s wrong. You’re crashing...”
“I’m…?” He reached up and touching the skin of your arms made his entire body shiver.
“Woah…”
“Fuck…” He hissed. “It’s… I know… It’s… called…”
You loosened your grip and made a slow show of moving to his shoulders.
Your touch scalded and grounded him at the same time.
“What is it, Sweet?”
“Dom… drop…”
“Drop…?” You metered your pressure and found one that caused his muscles to loosen.
“Too vulnerable…”
“Is this helping? The battle shell?”
He shook his head. “Out. I need out.”
You looked to the ground and as soon as you did, you were lowered to it. “Where are my interface ear pieces?”
“D-desk… You’re not ready…!”
“I don’t care. Hang tight.” Taking the first step was perilous, but motion had you stumbling the few feet to your destination. You found the box on the tidy desk surface and tore it open to get the pieces out. You slid them over your ears and then tapped them a few times in frustration before they came to life. Pivoting and nearly collapsing from the effort, you returned to Donnie and caught hold of his extra tech gauntlet where it had shrunk back down to his wrist.
He could barely turn his limb over before you ripped it off of him and applied it to yourself.
Summoning rage straight from your core, you screamed with all your intention for your mate to be freed. Fingers flexing until veins pushed against your skin and your joints popped, you felt your jaw lock. Your will centered, you stopped breathing and with a final shove, Donnie’s belt snapped open. He fell loose, but you shoved your body as a jack to hold him up at the same time the shoulder pads disengaged with a hiss. The battle shell arms then teetered weak without their usual host and you fumed at them to back off.
They wobbled in complete discoordination, but took a few steps back before you released with what felt like all your energy and they collapsed into a metallic heap.
You panted against Donnie and the force made your brain pulse with pressured pain.
“I got you…” You reassured him though you were in shambles.
He gave a wounded chirp and you looked toward the bed.
“Come on… Almost there… Left foot first…” Having to tell him which to move when, it took an aggravating amount of time to get you to the mattress.
You both collapsed into it, but Donnie immediately curled up into a fetal ball.
You tested his skin lightly and found he could take the pressure before lying on top of him. “I’m here. You did so good. I promise you, my love. Amazing, really. That’s exactly what I wanted.”
A little protesting whine came from him.
You shushed him. “I’m not lying. It really was. We did it. We fixed that night. It’s yours. I’m yours.”
“Not…” His head emerged with a shaky breath. “Not like that… please…”
“Let’s say it was the scenario. How about that?” You rubbed his carapace with a heavy spread weight.
He shook his head and hid away again.
“I’m not hurt. I’m okay…”
“That…” His volume rose to free itself from the muffling constraints of his body. “That was the old me. Not me. Not now… That wasn’t…!”
You dug down into his arms to cradle his head, but didn’t force him out. “Was it? Think of all the times you dropped the villain voice. That was you. Every time you checked in. Every time we discussed something. You… You are not meant to be feared. He’s part of you, but that’s not you alone. You’re made of so much more. Not even you of the past was just that. I trust all of you. I want all of you.”
You felt him quiver before he lifted his head enough to peek at you.
You smiled through your exhaustion. “Hi.”
He couldn’t manage the ‘hey’ and instead gave a similar sounding chirp.
You gave him one back.
It unfurled him a bit more where he took a breath that was mostly stable.
“We’re okay…”
He gave one tired nod. “The drop… I got… I am… disoriented.”
“That was real and happened, but I didn’t think it was indicative of some other you…”
He peeped a quiet question.
You stroked his cheek. “I… When I first found the case, I thought something like ‘this isn’t a good time for this,’ but when we started to get into talking about it, all I could think was ‘finally, Donnie can reclaim this part of himself on his terms.’”
The sentence first sat on him before it drew into him like dry soil and the first few drops of rain. It animated the leaves of his green body and he was compelled to search for your sunlight with growing warmth on his features. “On my terms?”
“Mhm.” You nodded in time.
He gave a puffy chuff. “Me?”
“You.”
“When I… want to retire this infuriating purple alliterative?”
“Do it. It was never yours anyway because you didn’t name it.”
Another liquid on his parched soul, this time he caught your face as mirth turned to outright joy. “I never…! I never realized-! You!”
“M-me?” You couldn’t help but return his smile.
“I’m inclined to drop a portion of my genius title. You simply surprise me too often for me to truly retain it.”
“You’re being ridiculous-!” He cut you off by smashing his lips to yours.
A spindly complaint morphed into a little moan as he deepened the maneuver.
“Y/N.” He pulled back and his eyes glistened.
“Yes?” There was something about his gaze that quieted all complaints from your body.
“I love you.”
First your fingers lifted from him then your entire body floated as all of you rose around the real declaration.
“I love you more than anything. You are my heart, my mate, my desire, my everything. I love you.”
You bobbed twice as a revving engine before you tackled him.
It knocked you both over where you giggled too close to the edge of the bed.
Momentum took you over and the thump to the ground only pulled more laughter.
“Wait, wait!” You fought the tangle of limbs to find his face. “Again! Again!”
“Y/N…”
You caught his hand against your cheek and sent him your best pleading eyes.
“I sense a danger…” He spoke hopelessly.
“Well?”
“I love you.” He sighed with pure affection.
You kissed him and promptly spent the rest of the night asking him to repeat the phrase over and over just to be sure.
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