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afreakingdork · 5 months

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Weak Spot - Chapter 51

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

This is just a taste, read on to see 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?

Is this another dedication? No, this is an celebration. @mothmans-left-nipple has been leaving gifts my inbox with talk of eating delights and attending to Donnie's every whim and I've had enough! Let's go all out! Let's fucking party!!

You know what that means everyone?

It's time.

🎉VIVA LA DOM DONNIE🎉

Def not forgotten, but huge shout out to @some-guy-named-dominyk for helping me design in mAY OF 2023 HOLY CRAP SO LONG AGO the special something something for ole Donnie boy! 🥳

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

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LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: mentions of heat, menstrual cycle, cunt, talk of watersports, ClItOrAl StImUlAtIoN, pegging, strap on, dildos, harness, lingerie (corset ((not boob kind)), garter, thigh highs, crotchless undies), double penetration mention, womb call, I can't remember if I left the word uterus in there but blanket maybe there too, and a boob tug and roll.

You were awake and thinking about Donnie’s slit.

It wasn’t exactly the way you wanted to start your day, but you weren’t mad about it.

It probably would have been beneficial to both parties if only for one thing.

Donnie was still very much asleep.

Turning your head on your pillow from where you’d been staring at your ceiling, you watched your exhausted partner take slow and steady breaths. With some kind of rush order due, he had been spending long hours in the lab. He’d come home an exhausted mess only to boil himself to some semblance of clean before burrowing into the sheets for a short bouts of sleep. Crunch time, as he bitterly spoke of it, would be short lived, but happened on special occasions. In fact, yesterday had been the last of the three day stint and you’d long decided that today was meant to pamper him.

If only your thoughts weren’t so damn wretched.

You weren’t sure if you had dreamed it, but his leaking orifice had been your very first conscious thought. A needy thing, you very much wanted to help him except you kept having to convince yourself it was your imagination. This was not the relaxing day you had planned and the sleep he was currently attending to should be his top priority.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t fantasize.

Rolling over with care, you settled onto your side to observe him comfortably. He was on his carapace with a few extra pillows propped up so the curvature of his shell wouldn’t impede his comfort. With one arm thrown across his torso, the other appeared to be dangling off the bed. If you were in a better mindset, you might have fixed that for him on the way to go about your day. You would, you decided, when you were done acting out your intrusive fantasy.

Speaking of, you trailed down where the sheets coated him and the prize you sought underneath. Not exactly sprawled in this position, Donnie did have his knees knocked out with his shins thrown awkwardly at two different angles that sleep dictated. An upward sweep said he was somewhere dreamless reserved for the overworked, but you attempted to recreate frustration.

Furrowing his brows and parting his lips, he dreamt of you and having you between his legs. Lapping at his slick and teasing his vent, you tried to decide if he’d cum like that or dropped. Above you he’d surely plead for the latter, but you flip flopped between both scenarios until you decided you wanted to drown in him. Those achy muscles of his unwound and you’d choke as his cock hit the back of your throat. Not gagging, but suffocating on him, drool flooded your tongue at just the thought.

You swallowed hard.

It didn’t have to be a dream.

A little touch wouldn’t hurt.

He needed to sleep.

Closing your eyes around guilt, you squirmed at how one daydream had already soaked you.

The imagined him ghosted your ears with tells of your neediness.

He took care of you like it was his predestined duty.

It was supposed to be both ways, but you always jumped the gun.

The imagery had you hopping onto his cock and making him cum before you simply because your walls felt so good.

Eyes shooting open, you nearly screamed.

You felt like you were in a heat of your own.

You needed to remember what you were doing this for. Resisting the urge to flee, you meant to commit the piously unconscious version of your partner as a cleansing memory. This was the real him. This him needed rest. This him had no duty to make you cum. This him could use a couple of useless cucumber slices over his eyes, a warmed towel wrap, a jacuzzi, and your face smeared with his cum.

You sat upright.

Cursing your brain, you especially berated it for making the scenario a confusing one.

Were you supposed to have been blowing him amongst the bubbles?

It was continuity errors set aside for horny and you gave a tepid sigh.

You were up and you needed to get away before you jumped your poor boyfriend.

Sleep.

He deserved it.

He’d earned it.

You’d let him have it.

In a duck, you were under the sheets.

Feeling mad and thinking with your cunt alone, you maneuvered downward like a kid trying to sneak screen time after bed. A pale purple curtain trailed overhead and messed your hair until you came upon his thick thighs. Plump with muscle and accentuated by his shapely plastron, he had an unfair hourglass. Throwing praise to his busy job for having made him crawl into bed without dressing, you trailed down the purple pixels on his sides in a slow creep.

Rational thought defeated, you were moving on raw instinct. Some sane part of your mind sent off warnings that were immediately drowned. It turned what was left into a foreboding sensation that pounded along with the ache in your belly. You had a molten core that demanded satisfaction whether that be yours or his. One of you was going to cum soon and that was a fact.

Maneuvering straight off the bottom of the bed to readjust your trajectory, you pulled the top sheet free from the rest of its corners. It was now a magician’s veil and the dove released from the top hat would be rated for mature audiences only. Something ran on late night skin channels of yesteryear, you crawled back onto your stage between his legs.

The only barrier being his folded footless shin, you pushed at the stump of it knowing guiltily that the nerve endings there were faulty. It meant you could touch the appendage mostly unnoticed and you listened with each agonizing centimeter to see if your partner would stir from the movement that connected the rest of his leg. Cursing that you’d left yourself covered by the sheet, you couldn’t watch his face. You had to rely on only his physical cues and that wasn’t something you were as accustomed to.

Trapped and unable to actually uncover as winter chill would wake him faster, you got his knees properly in place and waited to be pulled from your den. A gopher ruining a crop, there had to be a snare according to your sheeted nerves. Your shield, your undoing, the torturous weight of the inevitable never lifted even past the point where he would have signaled wakefulness. You were prompted to continue then, steal forward more time and more of him, when you realized how’d you positioned yourself.

Something you knew moments ago, the feeling of being caught had run your blood pressure up and kicked your memory with fight or flight. Now endorphins confusingly sputtering, you stared down the crux between his legs where they were flopped open. An inviting corridor, his tail was just barely visible and positioned like your daydream.

You could taste him.

You licked your lips.

Inching forward and drunk on the memory of his musk, you gazed eagerly at the soft skin between his legs. Covertly hiding that slit, it was unmarred jade that hid away a buried palace. Reaching for him and only just barely not bumping your shoulders to his thighs, you drank in the natural scent of his body. Not the one you were sure to build up soon, it was instead something patently him and a reassurance that he was there with you.

Consent.

Your consciousness was still buried, but it surfaced long enough to scream the word.

He’d taken you like this before.

You’d also been awake long enough then to give permission.

You wanted him like this.

You wanted him malleable.

You wanted him without complaint.

Without thought.

Something for you.

He couldn’t say yes.

He would.

Wasn’t that worse?

Lips parting for the swell of your tongue, a pulse between your legs sent a ping of abashed desire.

You wanted to pilfer him.

You wanted to sneak a taste.

He’d always given himself over so freely.

What was the point if it was easy?

With the smallest dart, you licked the tip of his tail.

Chaste in comparison to what your mind was doing to him, you imagined hearts in your eyes at the texture of his skin. That faint mark of scales dragged on your taste buds and you ventured forward allowing your tongue to skirt along the appendage. Around you the beast did slumber as you skirted forward with held breath. One puff would awaken the dragon and by the time you reached his apex, you turned your head to tap the guarded well.

Your hands were trapped between your chest and the bed so you clawed into the sheets to restrain yourself as you traced his slit carefully with your tongue. Not for heat, but for its epicenter, you imagined you could feel the moment he’d wake up. You wanted to know how he’d go about punishing you.

Would there be some intangible resolution?

Those thighs you adored could crush your head in an instant.

Would he fist your hair and pull your weight up by it?

You felt phantom tension in your neck as you rounded his entrance for the third or fourth time.

Would he kick right into his caretaker mode and fuck this dastardly heat straight out of your mind?

Where were you in your cycle?

In a small squirm, his slit moved in a motion akin to a wink as muscle groups rolled along one another on the body’s track.

You stilled, tongue sitting heavy on your lower lip as your wide eyes stood frozen pools staring at his sex.

This was bad.

You were bad.

Rotten.

Polluting his unsullied form.

Then it clicked.

He was still asleep.

Surging forward with too much zeal and drinking in the terror like your last before cut off, you shoved your tongue into him.

Licking and catching little as he hadn’t been worked up, his body rolled around you. You persevered if he tried to buck you off, not that you could tell where exactly his body’s move was headed. If he wanted to free himself, you sort of figured you’d be transported away by his thoughts alone. That was probably within his power, but he soon settled around the intrusion with your nose shoved into his pelvis.

Scrubbing your face into his warmth like a freshly laundered towel, it warmed your cheeks as you ate him out. Pulling away with shaking breaths where you were neglecting yourself in favor of him, it felt as though all your muscles were tensed in his direction. Even your toes were curled, trying to find a foothold in the bed where your forward momentum was equally and oppositely exerting force. You needed more of your mouth on him as the first strings of acidity began to multiply. Through your own saliva, it meant his desire was building and you did your best to push your tongue as far into it as your irritatingly stunted human appendage would allow. You needed something long and not of conventional means to achieve what you really desired, but you settled for what you had.

His walls pulsed around you and, where a mixed leak of fluids was smeared, it coated your cheeks and flooded your nose with the smell you’d once been concocting. Trapped with it under the blanket, you sucked it in greedily each time your nostrils came away from his skin and you rocked your chin into his core for taste after taste.

The loose nature of sleep or maybe your own delusion meant you didn’t realize he was dropping until his glans hit your tongue. In a second, it was slapping your face and you were forced away. Blinking at his manhood on your cheek, you gave a restrained huff of laughter. Fondling and nuzzling the stickiness of his length, you pressed affectionate kisses to him until you felt his thighs quiver.

Sensing that trap you fantasized about, a rush of adrenaline said this was finally it and you screwed your eyes shut for the reveal.

A new and equally irritating form of edging, nothing happened and you cracked a lid.

The shiver had been a spreading as you had more space for your body then you did before. He’d splayed, much like he’d been forced to during his heat, to accommodate his member. Loving him all the more for it, you couldn’t stand the unknown any longer and mouthed his length affectionately as you drew back the veil.

In a slow roll, you pulled the sheet free of him and felt a confusing mix of emotion as fresh air flooded you. It meant the musk of his sex had been released, but you siphoned the new oxygen all the same. High off the supply, you gazed up the bottom ridge of his plastron to Donnie’s face. Laid to one side, there were little creases to his expression just as you imagined. Nowhere near as titillated in comparison, you palmed his knot and took his spaded cockhead into your mouth to see if you could draw them.

A delay from the tablet to the screen, the input time was relatively steady still and his face twitched with foreign ecstasy. That dreamless wasteland he’d been resting in was wavering under his form and you moved to stroke his member. A single pump brought his lips apart and his snout wiggled with a heady twitch. He was adorable to a fault and you swirled your tongue around his glans.

The bouncy bit that could spread undulated in your mouth and you imagined that expansion was coming very soon. Not something you had ever charted, his spread was an inevitability and you never thought it could be a telegraphed moment. Now faced with the chance to document it in real time, you were struck with an understanding of Donnie’s penchant for research.

Not only was your mate’s mind endlessly fascinating, but his body too.

Heart now aching along with your core, you gave a testing suck to see if you could coax his spread out. The stretchy nature of his skin said you could and hollowing out your cheeks you meant to.

“Y/N��”

You froze.

It was small.

Impossibly so.

A pitiful size.

Easily missed.

You.

He wanted you.

From the void, he’d asked.

Who were you to deny him?

Hoisting yourself up, every fiber of you only knew his cock. Leaving it physically meant nothing as it was etched into your cellular design and the blanket that had since been seated on your shoulders fell away like some needless cowl. Tossing it aside for the true battle, you extracted yourself like a chieftain from a throne and moved to show why he’d chosen you to fight. You stood in a show of battle.

Your right foot pressed into the mattress beside his hip and the weight tipped his body.

His brow said it was too much so you stepped with your left to the other side and steadied his ship.

The course corrected with the faintest whine, you towered as the impending dock before mooring him with a drop of your hips.

His cock slid right into your soaked core and the moan off your lips was obscene.

It also roused him.

Not caring, you dug your knees into the mattress to get height before dropping heavily back down his shaft.

His breath stuttered as he tried to cross the barrier of consciousness.

Fucking him with a new ferocity, you watched his eyes roll against his lids.

These were waking sensations he had clearly never felt before and you bounced so hard against him the entire bed creaked.

“F-fuck…!” The lines on his physical curtains were drawn too fast and the shades of his lids slammed open before his pupils could focus.

“I-I’ll s-say!” You added a roll to your ministrations.

“Y-you…” Fighting for his life, a hand brushed one of your legs as if touch was his first sense back.

In a few more paws and against your furious thrusts, he locked onto one hip for a crushing grip.

Catching his hand and digging your nails in as a warning if he dared to stop you, you moved for a deep grind and it sent him partially back to that dead space you’d roused him from.

Mouth gaping with unsaid words, he gave a series of grunts before clarity drew out the true noise you imagined his hindbrain wanted.

He gave a deep sultry churr.

It brought the whole of your torso down upon his while continuing to relentlessly bounce your ass. You couldn’t reach his face with yours at this angle so you settled for your hands and squeezed his cheeks. It finally placed his gaze and you saw a form of betrayal as that beautiful brain of his began to put two and two together.

A whiz at math, he caught your other hip with painful accuracy. Instead of hindering, he aided and lifted you higher than you could alone. Knowing it would sting, you tried to get yourself upright as he lifted you right up to the barrier of his spread before letting gravity skewer you. It wrangled a scream through the burn and happy tears streaked your cheeks at the branding.

Wanting to be impaled again, your hands flew to grab his wrists in some sort of indication. He read the ley lines printed on your palms and lifted you up for what you thought would be another delicious drop. A coaster with an unseen bend, he held you in the air with suspense before he slammed his hips up into you against physics grip. Screaming rapture, he plowed your floating form and the pinch and brunt of him filling you over and over felt like he was fucking your heart straight out of your chest.

Dropping suddenly, you felt your body force the ballooning of his knot inside only for the wrench to make the final turn on the hydrant. Dousing your fires, you gnawed on your own fingers as euphoria had them tangling up your form to keep your skin in place. Not even sure if your peak had been reached in a conventional sense, his had a telegraphed cool down and you slumped a happy slack above him in what felt like a propped pillow.

“Y/N.” His voice came stern with post-nut clarity.

“Yes, love?” You responded, dopey and half-lidded.

“What…” He dug one elbow into the bed with a shove. “…was…” The other came down on a rock that got him upright. “…that?” He breathed hot irritation into your face.

You pecked the very tip of his snout.

His nostrils flared.

You gave him another tiny kiss.

Tilting away from your lips, he took to scenting your neck with a latent grouch. “You smell good…”

“Can I be in heat?”

The leading of his nose stopped and he craned an incredulous brow at you. “Not with a regular menstrual cycle.”

“Huh.”

“Your breath is atrocious.” He caught your chin and tipped you side to side. “What’s come over you?”

“Don’t know…” You cooed through a haze.

“Inhale something?” He sniffed again as if he could place it.

“Like what?”

“Sex pollen?”

Part of you very much wanted to know what that was, but the other that had been reigning all morning won out. “No.” You giggled as he nosed your throat. “Just want you.”

“I can tell.” He spoke. “Recap.”

“Woke up, wanted you, sort of-” The brunt of what you’d done doused you like an iced bucket. “Um…”

Where he still had your chin, he brought you to look at him.

“I’m sorry…” You whispered, hoping to curtail your morning breath. “I… I messed up…”

His exhale had a gruff edge. “Are you alright?”

“Me?”

He nodded.

“Besides the guilt…?” Your gaze dropped to where his ever-softening cock was still seated in you. “Donnie, I don’t…”

“I’m okay.” With a little bounce, he pulled your eyes back. “I’m alright. You have retroactive consent. Do you hear me?”

“Yes…?”

“I’m more interested in the mechanics.”

“Mechanics?”

“How’d you mount me?”

“I ate you out first.”

“You-” He stalled with bewilderment. “How long?”

“I don’t know… I was sort of stupid horny.”

“You performed oral and…?”

“You dropped and said my name.”

“I spoke?” A levity attached itself to his words.

“Yeah, a sleepy mumble.” Nerves were rapidly exchanged for butterflies at his raising disposition.

“That is…” He broke eye contact to search the air. Finding nothing, he returned with intrigue. “Then you?”

“Got on top.” You nodded.

“Which then…” Catching up with the present, he gave a new impressed chuff. “Fascinating.”

“What part…?” You felt his cock retreating and it brought your hands to his shoulders.

“You may not have realized…” He eased you a little as he exited. “But I am a very light sleeper. I was nearly ambushed many a times in my youth. Quick waking is paramount to survival.”

You made a noise as that made a sad sort of sense.

“I feel I should be more concerned.”

“But…?” It sounded like he was leading though he’d made a clear stop.

“But I’d like to brush my teeth.”

“Oh.”

“And take my turn.”

“Oh.”

“Mind?” He twitched one of his thighs as a signal for you to get off.

“Uh, yes. I mean, of course.” Throwing your weight to the side, you meant to fall, but he got hold of you and made your dismount more elegant.

Leaving you to give a satisfied squirm in the sheets, he took leaping steps toward the bathroom and the curve of your spine disrupted his spent. It trailed between your legs and a flighty noise caught in your throat.

“Wait, Don?”

The tap was already on and he gave a full mouthed grunt that said his toothbrush was already in his mouth.

“I should wash up. I’m kinda leaking… you, ya know?”

His head shot out of the bathroom door with foamy lips. “An’?”

“That’s…” You stumbled wondering if it was a problem; to most guys it was.

He seemed satisfied with your revelation and returned to his task.

Laying back, you wondered if it was strange. In theory it wasn’t, you both usually gulped down each other’s bodily fluids without second thought, so why was it so odd to taste your own? You’d tasted yourself on his lips more than once and, though it wasn’t something you chased, it wasn’t like it grossed you out. Instead, it was usually enhanced with the thought of where he’d just been and the act itself of kissing him was always a pleasurable one.

While your mental debate stalemated, your partner emerged.

Jarring as his existence interrupted the candidates at their podiums, you waffled to get into a better position. It amounted to little in the time allotted, but you watched him slow as you got an elbow behind you to prop you up. It angled your body down where you let your legs fall open to see the sight of what he had done to you.

He glanced at your core with a flick of his pupils before coming up with a near comedic air.

You pouted and slammed your knees together. “What?”

“You needn’t do anything.” As he neared, he parted the canopy to place his hands on the edge of the bed as if he might crawl up.

“I want you to want me…”

“I do.” Instead of walking forward, he extended his arms to their full height.

“No, like… I want to feel sexy doing it. Like I’m doing something.”

“You are.” He was just shy of laughter.

“I’m not making sense!” You groaned and let yourself collapse.

“Too much?”

“Not enough!” You felt like kicking and screaming. “More sex!”

He gave into a chuckle. “I meant…” He caught your ankle and, in a rough tug, he pulled you right up to the edge of the bed.

Your heart skyrocketed and you stared up at him with appreciation.

“My teasing.”

“Yes, I get it! I’m walking perfection in your eyes. I know!” You shook your head.

“I understood your intent.”

“Yeah, I just said it.”

He gave a playful growl before releasing you in favor of slamming his fists down on either side of your hips.

You squeaked as you bounced.

“You want to be a showstopper. You want to take my breath away. You want to make me drop at a glance.” He towered over you with burning intent.

You stared up at him. “Oh… You…”

“Understand.” He insisted.

“So when you said…” You ran back through the conversation though your sex flexed a protest. “…that you do… You’re saying I don’t need to now.”

“Yes, in this instance.” He dipped down and you thought he might kiss you. “There is no need, but that doesn’t mean your ability is stunted otherwise. Do you want to know the last?”

“I’d kind of like to be on your cock while you tell me.”

“Salacious.” He grumbled heat and came down to nip at your cheek.

You giggled and turned into him which he pointedly shirked away from. “Seriously!?”

“I have standards.” He rose out of your breath’s reach.

You puffed out your cheeks and nudged your body down to grind on him.

He caught you. “Story first.”

“A short one.”

“Yes.”

“Hurry…”

He gave a put-out sigh before smiling. “Two days ago.”

You diverted some thought to the occasion.

“You were running late to work. Your clothes wrinkled and you’d missed the top button on your shirt.”

You gave him a confused look. “I thought this was supposed to be a ‘drop on sight’ moment?”

“It was.”

“You-!” The protest stopped as his casual response sunk in.

“In a rush, an otherwise mess…” He openly reminisced and his eyes rolled with delight. “Mine.”

“You didn’t say anything…”

“You needed to leave.” He came down from cloud nine with sweet tidings.

You squirmed, needing him more.

“As I said. The power is yours and you command it well.” He reviewed you with growing pride. “Now you’ve been very good.”

You bit your lip to keep from asking for a reward.

He smirked in a way that said that was the right call and swept down your body for a set of measurements on how he was going to go about taking you.

Thinking you were a step ahead of him, you wiggled your ass in a show that it was at the edge of the bed so he could eat you out over the side.

His chin dropped, indicating that he might, but a concurrent thought brought his lids up. “Another ride?”

“Yes, clearly.” You shifted your hips at the ready.

“Focus.” He flicked your forehead.

You held the spot with a grunt.

“Me. I’m asking if you’ll top again.”

“I can.” You blinked lackadaisically.

“The night I first churred…” He gave your thighs a squeeze before jumping up onto the bed.

This time you timed his bounce to right yourself.

He rounded you on all fours before throwing himself onto his carapace. “When you rode my face.”

“I got you.” You moved beside his head and readied to throw a leg over.

“A little different.” He brought a hand up to stop you.

You waited with a frown.

“Patience.” His lids came down with joking disappointment.

“You don’t need to explain it, just shove that tongue in me.”

He turned onto his side to pinch you. “You had complaints about consent moments ago!”

“Old me. Don’t care.” You tried to pretend like his fingers hadn’t stung. “Go, hurry.”

He gave a loud dramatic sigh and flopped back down. “Fine. I want you to sit on my face and time it. Suffocate me. I want to push the limits of my held breath and in exchange you’ll get as many orgasms as you’d like.”

The explanation alone was enough that you spun around to grab your phone.

He gave an amused chuff.

You got a stop watch up before a small thought bubbled an incessant worry. “Wait… What if I don’t know when to stop?”

“I’ll momentarily lose consciousness.” He shrugged and adjusted his head at the ready.

“Donnie!”

He flicked his gaze at you. “I’ve suffered worse. Come here.”

“Promise you’ll be okay.”

“I doubt we’ll reach that point. It was meant only as a possibility.”

“Donatello.”

“I swear.” He turned to you. “Now take your damn seat, you heathen.”

Cunt clenching, you moved back into position and this time he helped you along as you straddled his face. Adjusting for the angle, you wanted to descend just right while he clamped onto your thighs as his safety bar. Chewing your lips in preparation, you had just about gotten yourself where you wanted when his brow furrowed.

“Dearest.”

You hummed a question, looking down your body at him.

“Sit.” He breathed heat and yanked you down.

Straight onto his tongue, your head rolled back for sweet relief. Licking into you, you rolled your hips to chase him and felt the odd contrast in his freshly brushed teeth. It meant the lingering mint mixed in for an odd icy hot burn that you thought you might get addicted to.

Grounding down to cut off his nostrils as he requested, you faintly tapped your phone where it was loosely clutched in your hand. Immediately abandoning it as he tasted you, your belly throbbed with need. It still wasn’t enough so you caged his head tightly between your thighs and exerted as much force to squeeze a little more ecstasy out of him.

It came with increased ministrations and a loud rumbling moan that rolled into an eager churr. Having angled his snout near your clit, the vibrations shook there in a mock sensation of a magic wand and you cried out at the thought. Muscles in your ass already spasming, he brought you to a near immediate climax and tongue fucked you straight through it.

Instead of falling forward like gravity wanted, you protested with carnal desire alone and threw your hands back to grip his plastron. The hold was a strange one, but it meant you had new leverage on your hips. Using it all along with a manic grind, you found you could shove down with more than your body weight and earned another euphoric moan that had you clenching on that sharp tongue of his.

Curving it into you, it couldn’t quite reach where you hoped, but that didn’t make it any less. Riding his face as if you were trying to stay on a mechanical bull, you rocked the entirety of his body. He navigated you with a seasoned diver’s accuracy and dug his nails into your thighs to brand the moment with little crescents. You’d think of them fondly later as a second peak blanketed rationale.

Feeling everything keenly, he let go of your legs and you might have protested had his hands not dipped under your ass. He dug his thumbs into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and with a jagged drag he split you farther open. It sunk him those few little centimeters deeper and he held there.

Delirious tears forming as another orgasm neared, he prodded your backdoor with one digit and the subsequent unraveling came with a full body spasm that caused it to breach you. Wobbling through a soprano, the sweep of fluids leaking from you spattered what felt like everything below your legs. Whether it was mixed with his saliva or all coming from you, it was enough lube that his finger sank into the first knuckle joint and he pressed it towards where his tongue was buried.

Lightning shocking your body as you swear you felt the connection through your innermost walls, you screamed out his name with no indication of why. It was a call of what he did to you, had done, and would eventually do and he answered it by continuing to make good on his promise. Only wanting to make you cum again, he slowed only to ease you off your current orgasm before ramping right up to the next. Now timing it with a finger in your ass, the dual pump had you rolling back into both sources of pleasure and your next orgasm came without any true indication.

Now on an ever-present high, you drowned yourself until your jaw dropped and drool poured down your face just as slick soaked the bed. A stream with two outlets, it melded an ocean whose only desire was to drown its sole occupant. A man not bothering to swim, Donnie sank. Suffocating his mouth, filling his nose, and presumably taking his vision as the whole of his face was firmly wedged between your legs, you felt a weary pinch and burn that dropped like a stone in your mind.

Your bladder.

It ripped terror through you and though you’d settled firmly on not giving a shit about him eating his own cum, you weren’t about to suddenly piss down his throat. A flex warned how imminent such an act was and, in a flurried jump, you were off of him and into the bathroom before anything could happen.

“Why!?” You heard him rage from where you’d left him.

Shuddering from sweet release, you slumped against the cold toilet as he gave a single bang on the door.

“For that!?”

“Donnie, come on!” You cleaned yourself up and threw the door open only to have your phone thrust in your face.

“First.” He shook the device that read a tidy 23 minutes and change. “I could have gone at least 10 more minutes and second!” He removed the barrier so you could feel the brunt of his displeasure. “I desire the whole of you. I do not care!”

“I appreciate it!” You yelled and pushed past him. “I, however, wasn’t sure!”

His snout wrinkled with protest.

“Not of you!” You waved your arms to dispel him. “Me! I’m allowed to have reservations about new things!”

He gave an irritated sound at the truth of your statement even if he didn’t care for it.

Reaching the bed, your actions caught up with you and your knees wobbled. Steadying yourself against the mattress, you listened as Donnie washed his hands. The rush of water reminded you of what had just occurred and you glanced at where the two of you had been on the bed. Your imagination a reality, there was a clear soaked spot that was carved out by your knees. An imprint of your joining, you chuckled at it and felt a needy pulse of your southern muscles. “There’s no way…”

“What?” He was right beside you.

You jumped and he steadied you. “You-!”

The angered heat was exchanged for another you watched him take your scent in.

“I’m still turned on.”

He nodded, eyes lulling at the smell.

“Can you tell the difference between me and this?” You gestured around, imagining your last session clung to the air.

“Yes…” He surfaced with only a crack to his lids. “You smell better.”

“You keep saying that…” You licked your lip. “Do I smell different than usual?”

“It’s good.” He came into your space and butted his snout against your neck.

“You're repeating yourself.” You instinctively went to hold him. “May I got into something?”

“Did you?” He asked with licks to your skin.

That need you summoned him for grew. “Don…”

“I’ll take care of you.” He husked, nosing up to your cheek before his snout wrinkled. “Brush your teeth!”

“Piss drinker!” You shouted the double standard in his face before going to do just that.

“One does not have to have a proclivity to be open to the concept! Just as I’ve had the passing desire to mark you as my territory, there doesn’t have to be action! It is devotion!”

You slammed on the metaphorical brakes and your hands came up for two very obvious stop signs even though you’d already executed. “No. No, no, no!” You spun wild eyes around at him. “We are not going to brush past the part where you just said you wanted to pee on me!!”

“Mark-ing.” His lip curled as he slowly enunciated as if that was something different than how you’d described it.

“Nope!” You turned heel and continued back toward the bathroom. “No. No. No. No. No. No.” You continued to pop the sound with a new and different inflection each time until you reached the sink. “You get teeth brushing or that. Not both!” You snatched your brush up, flicked the tap, wet it, and smashed the bristles while applying paste.

Donnie appeared a looming presence behind you. “Then you’ll be delighted in mine listing of the safe bacteria in healthy urine versus the utter filth that proliferates in one’s mouth!”

‘I’m not listening!’ You hummed the words through foam.

He began listing scientific names for what had to be bacterial strains while you loudly hummed to drown him out.

You both continued to increase your volume in time until you spat, rinsed, and turned on him with the most deafening scream you could muster.

He quieted for only a single moment of rage.

“You’re lucky I’m so irritatingly turned on right now because otherwise I would beat the shit out of you! It’s still on the table, but maybe I’ll just fuck you into submission!!!”

His entire body twitched.

It dropped your guard.

His eyes at their widest stared back at you and the faintest squeak interrupted the otherwise silence.

“Oh.” You tilted your head.

His cheeks exploded with color.

You reached out and pressed a pausing hand to his plastron to keep him from leaving.

His eyes squeezed shut as another pathetic peep caught in his throat.

“Donatello…” You cooed.

He cracked an eye open for you though it looked like he was boiling alive.

“Look at you…” You traced over his pectoral scutes. “You really have lost control, haven’t you?”

He parted his lips for what looked like a protest, but only a breathy exhale emerged.

It betrayed him further.

His expression grew miserable.

“All those emotions.” You dotted over his heart. “All this yelling. Unlike you.”

He had a faint shake to him.

“Why didn’t we think of it?” You parted your lips knowing the plump would hypnotize him.

His gaze locked onto it.

“That I could take care of you? Make you forget. Like you said. I have the power.”

That wobble became a little more furious.

“What do you say? I really want to. Especially when you’ve turned such a pretty color…” You stepped into him, your body nearly flush to his.

The back and forth was distinct in a way that you could tell was a counterbalance.

Tracing over him with growing understanding, you heard him give a wrung out noise as he looked away with repulsed shame.

You continued down his body to where his hips were furiously swaying with the wag of his tail.

“Come.” You held out your hands and he kissed you so hard into the sink you could already feel the bruise. Turning a whimper into a moan up into him, you moved against each other until he needily tugged at you. He drug uselessly at your body and you knew he wanted to lift you, but you refused to help. It amounted in him becoming more and more frustrated until he broke the lip lock to send that feeling down to you.

You were waiting with a cocky air.

“I’ve made something.”

“I have something for you.”

You stared at one another before trying again.

“You do?”

“I’m sorry-”

Lids dropped with irritation, you both made an annoyed noise at the overlap.

Lifting your hands up to show you would abstain, he urged you to go with a curling of his digits.

It amounted in a third stand off where you groaned out of it. “Same time!”

“That is what got us into this predicament in the first-”

“Let’s exchange at the same time!” You cut through, exasperated.

“Ah.” He liked the idea enough to take a step back. “What room will you need?”

“Pit stop in the bedroom and then here.”

“That works.”

“Okay.” With an agreement set, you both exited the bathroom. Donnie went to busy himself by his nightstand while you went to the dresser. Shoving straight into the familiar stack of winter clothes, you quickly located the ugly holiday sweater and the garment box wrapped within. Pulling it out and tucking it to your chest, you checked to find your partner with his back a calculated turn away. “I’m going!”

He heeded your call with a nod and you tucked yourself into the bathroom. Behind the closed door, you heard him move, but ignored him in favor of getting your lingerie set on. The corset being the easiest part to snap into; you marveled at how it was your exact measurements. It was a horrifying sort of incredible that only Coral could achieve. Not actually wanting to know how she’d done this, you wrangled the garter belt and got lost amongst the straps.

It took some time working out the logistics and having to unhook the thigh highs as you forgot the underwear, but you eventually donned the entire set and looked at yourself in the mirror. Without enough room to back up and see the entire ensemble, you jumped to view as much as you could. The glimpses shot powerful inoculations of confidence in you and by the time you were moving to look down the length of your body, you knew you would be successful in your surprise mission.

Knocking the wood of the door to signal your exit, you called your partner. “Don, you ready?”

“Y-yes!”

His stutter made you pause.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as alluring as you’d hoped.

He could very well be the one who gave Coral the measurements and it tinged your mood.

If this was another of his creations, a thing he desired to see you in, that was one thing.

Coral was something else entirely.

Running a digit along the plastron-like bottom of the corset, you wondered if this shape was something he actually preferred.

Something you couldn’t give him.

That feral side of him would never wholly be able to give itself over to a human.

That part of him was turtle.

Was it always a little dissatisfied with his choice?

A fuck was a fuck and it could be settling for second best.

All you knew was you weren’t sure.

You could also easily find out.

Shoving the negative feelings down and scrounging the powerful ones you once had, you opened the door.

Across the room, Donnie was facing your side of the bed. His scarred carapace in full view, he was hunched over something and sat a vision between the parted gauzy drapes of the bed.

“All suited up.”

He jolted, but didn’t turn.

“Don?”

“I…” He hesitated in a loud way and you heard him squeeze what sounded like wood. “I have a history with leather.”

“Good thing it's not.”

His head lifted. “You’ve put something on.”

“That’s what I said.” You took a few steps out and his interest helped bolster your momentary lapse. “How do you feel about silk and lace?”

His neck rotated the slightest amount and his tone held admiration. “That…”

“Wanna see?”

“I’m having second thoughts.”

“Oh…”

“Not about you!” He very nearly turned and to prevent it, he slacked back over whatever he had. “This. This here.” The bed creaked as he pushed down on the object. “I don’t know why I bothered…”

You were in motion and next to him where you placed a hand on his shoulder. “Whatever it is, I bet it’s amazing because you made it.”

He glimpsed you with a quick flick to just catch your face. “I suppose we’ll see…”

You squeezed him reassuringly. “I had my own hang ups about mine. They happen. Let’s let each other decide, hm?”

He sighed, trying to blow away his concerns. “Yes.”

“Countdown?”

“From three.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

You stepped back to put yourself on display and Donnie turned with a wooden box in hand.

He very nearly dropped it and had to scramble down to the floor to save the object. Catching it in time and with a quick survey to make sure it survived the fall, he turned awe up at you.

You did a little anxious strut. “Ta-dah.”

“What…? Where…?” Setting the box safely aside, he was entranced as he rose and moved toward you.

Readying yourself for him, you watched as he traced the lace detailing up to the corset.

“The shape.” He had a smile on his face.

Not a lusty heat, though it was partially there, he was more amused by it and that made your heart soar. Leaping to accommodate the organ, you jumped him and pulled him into a kiss of desperate gratitude.

He garnered your hips to pull you back and nuzzled your cheek. “Were you honestly worried? You are a vision. Stunning. Dazzling. Ravishing. I have a thousand and more descriptions.”

“It… I sort of thought… maybe that you…”

He nudged you a last time with his snout before retreating enough to watch with an encouraging gaze meant solely for you.

You softened at it. “That you wished I had… a shell... or something.”

You were hit with a puff of air from him snorting.

Your hackles rose.

“I’m sorry.” He failed to cover his lips from a wrinkling smile. “I-”

“Donnie!”

A laugh escaped him, loud and bright.

“It’s a real concern. I don’t know!” You thumped your fists to his plastron.

“It’s not.” He covered your hands to hold them in place and dipped forward to kiss you.

The intensity nearly bowled you over and translated something deep.

“Only you. I only desire you in your true form. No tricks. No broaches.” He pressed his forehead to yours.

You nodded against him.

“Hm… I suppose if you were to mutate then that would be your true form…” He pulled away with the thought and it was the way his pupils flicked up to the top right that told you this was the first time he’d ever considered the option.

A small bout of fear ran its course as you worried if you’d mistakenly planted the idea.

With a single shake, he tossed the idea away before you manifest true worry. “No matter. My feelings the same though my body would require an adjustment period.”

“Oh?” You squeezed his hands.

“Sudden change can be difficult for me to process.”

You stole a quick kiss.

“Soothed?”

“Yes.”

“Carapace…” He chuckled to himself.

“Don’t tease me! I was worried!”

“Am I making light?” He stepped away to examine your outfit.

“Just… why would your turtle half… I don’t know… Want me?” You did a twirl within his hand.

Skimming a digit down the side of your corset, he had a fond smile. “Turtle half? I may refer to different states of myself as such, but never that.”

You squinted.

“My mutation is a unified front. I am unique. I want you.” He traced the lace at your hip.

That you understood. “You’re you.”

“Yes.” He grinned with what was at first appreciation before it dipped mischievous while his fingers followed a strap right into your soaked folds. “I do enjoy this ensemble immensely. Especially this.”

You shuddered, legs spreading to accommodate his touch.

He stroked and kissed down the side of your head. “Might I persuade you to make this your staple undergarments?”

“Defeats the purpose…” You replied breathily.

“Easy access.” He bumped his head to yours.

“Hey…” You touched his arm to stop him. “Distracting me, what about your thing?”

He froze.

“Donnie…” You craned your neck away to catch a glimpse of him.

“Impulse!” He spoke with a full retraction of his form and took a few steps away. “Nothing more. Nothing we should concern ourselves with!”

You hummed, unimpressed.

He robotically retrieved the box. “I’ll just store this. Or destroy it. Both. One. Or-”

“Tell me honestly: Do you actually want to table this or are you embarrassed?”

“I’m… fine.” His eyes flew from side to side before landing on you. “Fine, yes. That’s the one.”

It was your turn to laugh.

He inched away as if he thought you were distracted.

You quickly crossed over to him and put a hand to his arm. “You are a terrible liar and that wasn’t even what I asked!”

“It wasn’t…?” His expression cracked.

“No!” You giggled. “How have you gotten away with being fiendish all these years!?”

“There is a difference between an outright lie and twisting the truth.”

“Wanna take that question again then?” You tilted your head up at him cutely. “For me?”

His eyes held a certain betrayal before he gave up and lifted the box a little more toward you. “Do you recall when I lost our wager the day you commanded me?”

In a blink you did. “Yes.”

“I was… inspired…” He gestured for you to follow and he placed the box on the bed.

“Which part?” You came close, studying how the wooden square was constructed. It struck you as similar to his furniture so you imagined he had built it. With no obvious door, you imagined you needed to slide a panel to reach the contents.

He held out a hand for you to see for yourself.

You gave his arm a final comforting squeeze before going to open the box. Testing the corners, you found the top panel did slide and inside there was a huge purple lump. An odd thick cylinder, you lifted it up with both hands. Coming into the proper light, it almost looked like a non-tapered dildo with a pale purple shade that seemed demure compared to its size. Thick beyond comprehension, it was equally long and didn’t have a distinct head. Instead, the base was solid and the opposite end puckered into a hole. Testing a finger against it found a plush interior with ribbing that brought your eye over to Donnie. “This is...?”

“A combination sex toy built for my anatomy…” His voice wobbled.

You turned the hefty toy over. “So this goes in you and then you go in this…?” You demonstrated sticking a finger into the toy.

He nodded, his face ablaze.

“You’re so sweet…” You set the toy down before coaxing him to you.

He came with a faint nervous whine.

“Shhh… This is wonderful.” You peppered kisses along his cheeks. “You’re alright. You want me to use this on you?”

His gaze plummeted and he headbutted into your chest in a comical bend for his size.

You cradled him close regardless. “We can go nice and slow, but… I’d like… I want to make you feel good.”

“I was supposed to take care of you.” He mumbled into your torso.

“Sounds like you're trying to twist the truth out of this…”

His body flinched with guilt.

“Mhm.”

“I did… craft you a strap.”

“You did?!” You pulled away with what you quickly realized was too much excitement. “Sorry…”

“No… I’m glad you like the idea… I am… I-” He grit his teeth as if it pained him before turning around to reveal his wagging tail. “I despise this incessant thing.”

You couldn’t help but skirt the appendage. It slapped against your palm and you felt the telltale excitement leaking down it. “I think you'll grow to like it. This guy knows. Let me change your mind?”

All of him stayed still save for his tail.

You kissed his forearm. “We’ll go so slow. We’ll stop if you need. All the usual.”

He peeked over his shoulder at you.

You stared back with an open question.

He frowned and flicked his head away for another desperate whine before he stormed over to the dresser. There he extracted a tangle of black straps and shirked his size in approaching you.

“Why don’t you put that on me? For control and because I don’t think I can without mixing up everything else I’ve got going on.”

That earned you the faintest bubble of mirth and he knelt down in front of you.

Taking a wide stance so he could get between your legs, you watched him methodically go through the process to strap you in. With one long bit going over the top of your ass and two separate supports cupping under your cheeks around each leg, there was a large plate of sorts covering your mons. Feeling a sturdiness that you imagined came with rock climbing, Donnie left, murmuring something, before he returned with the toy.

“Problem?”

He shook his head and you loved the way his cheeks flushed.

“Wanna share?”

“If…” Adjusting buckles and a ring, he worked on getting the toy added to the strap. “If.. this…”

“Feels good?” You offered.

“Adjustments.” He got the word out and gave a sigh where he had to lean his head against your leg. “I'll make adjustments. For your pleasure. An added mechanism.” He grunted. “I haven’t explained the tech yet...”

“Take your time.” You pet his head.

“At the time, I was only interested in the logistics. What did a design for me look like? A wholly new problem to solve. My only focus: could it be done?” You heard a button snap and watched as he slowed. “What came to fruition was without further thought. Not of… use or otherwise.”

You stroked down his cheek and his eyes closed momentarily.

“I should have considered you. You gave me the idea.”

“I did?”

He turned to look at you against your palm.

“I mean you said I inspired it, but now you make it sound like I told you.”

“You did. Something along the lines of…” He took a steady breath and his gaze flicked to the past. “’Can you cum like this without dropping?’”

“Which you weren’t sure of…” You remembered the way he shook his head then.

He nodded.

“Wow…”

His gaze lowered to the toy where he made more adjustments.

“If there was further thought, what happened when you were done?”

“I made the box to lock it away.”

You stared until he released the toy and watched how it hung.

Not satisfied, he moved to further fix it.

“Donnie.”

“There should be a pleasant weight for you…”

“Don.”

“Frustrating…”

“Hey…” You tapped his head.

“Not even in the strap.” He turned up his self exasperation to share. “I could have easily added an insertion point for a smaller toy or something for clitoral stimulation!” He clicked his tongue. “No, I added a self-warming feature.”

“Warming?”

“Try.” He released the toy.

You felt a weight that comfortably pulled at your hips and reached down to brush it. The smooth surface had that same bounce, but now there was a distinct skin-like heat to it. “Woah…”

“Stimulated through use.” He griped and leaned back on his haunches.

“Donatello.”

“Yes?”

“Have you tested this at all?”

Instead of a full twitch, you saw one of his fingers involuntarily move.

You knelt down and felt an odd adjustment in having something dangling long out in front of you.

He looked you over in a wounded way. “I… may have left yet another truth out.”

“Where?” You tilted your head with a knowing weight.

“Beta testing clearly comes after prototype… However…”

You rested a hand on his leg.

He stared down at your digits. “It seemed pointless to use without you. It seemed equally improbable that I could bring it up.”

“Yet here I am.”

“Wearing the strap I created after having had the same impossible considerations.” He chuffed.

“Silly.”

“Quite.”

“Is it self-lubricating too?” You stood and held out a hand to him.

He hitched on the idea with a half raised appendage so you scooped him up the rest of the way. He allowed himself to be led over to the bed where he mumbled aloud ideas for the next version.

You tied back the canopy as he made mental schematics and then urged him to sit while you got your lube. “Don, what’s it made of?”

“Silicone.” He gave a quick response among many others.

Checking the level of your water-based solution, you brought it over and passed it to your boyfriend. Having since gone silent, he cupped the container between his hands as he continued to think. He was the perfect warmer, you thought, as you rounded the bed to gather up the pillows. Whacking yourself only a few times with the toy as you were still getting used to its extension, you created a big fluffy barrier right behind Donnie before rounding to stand in front of him.

“I should take notes.” He told you.

“Nope.” You stood with a lazy smile.

“I’ll forget?”

“That a question?” You cocked a brow.

He grimaced. “No…?”

You pushed a finger to his scutes. “Lean back.”

“But-”

You gestured.

He had to look to see you’d created a comfortable prop for him. He returned with an appreciative, but meek shrug and then anxiously leaned into the pile. Needing only a minor adjustment, he got into a comfortable lean and you bumped your knees against his.

“Ready?”

“No.”

“Want to stop?” You caught his eye to translate your severity.

“No…” His gaze fell.

“Think you can look at me?”

He shook his head.

“You want to watch the toy?”

You got a nod.

“What if I’m not ready to use it?”

His eyes shot to yours.

“We need to work you up. You’re so tense.” Picking the toy up so it wouldn’t hit him, you held it away as you leaned in for a kiss.

He gave you one with wound nerves.

“You’re okay. You’re going to know everything that’s going to happen before it does.”

He nodded and the next press of lips was a little more lenient. Eating it up in a near literal sense, you chased him for cautious presses until you felt him languish against your mouth. It was then that you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip in question and he answered by pushing into yours with an ache you knew all too well.

Pressing to him for the intimacy meant the toy wedged between you. Against his lips, you found he didn’t seem to notice it on contact. Finding that a good sign, you only broke away when he had thoroughly liquified before you started pressing targeted kisses down his jaw. Lounging in your attention, his head fell back into his prop and you laved at his neck. Tasting his churr on your tongue, you eased toward his shoulder at the same time as you pressed into the flat plastron around his belly.

As if activating some unknown mechanism, his legs fell apart and you ate up the real estate. Shifting out of the side saddle, you were afforded more closeness and you made it clear your hand was going south while your teeth were heading to refresh your mating mark. He gave an anticipatory chirp that you translated as a go ahead.

Fingers skirting the bottom of his plastron, you made him well aware that you were heading for his slit as your lips dragged over your crescent claims. A few agonizing squeaks sounded beside your head and you teased his entrance at the same time you bit down into his shoulder. Your honed chirp emerged loud and between your jaw and hand, you soon had him a chirping and churring mess.

“Need… Yours… Again… New!” He got out through stunted chittering sounds.

“You will.” You extracted and swiped your tongue over the blood. “Soon. You can do it very soon depending on how good you are.”

He squeaked his interest as you scissored him open and he bucked.

“Look.” You nudged his chin with your nose as he always did to you before extracting your hand from him.

He gave a whimper that returned his human speech. “What…?”

You showed him his slick on your fingers by stringing it between your digits. “Look how ready you are.”

“Ready.” He mimicked, a little lost.

“Mhm.” Having to break contact with him to find the lube bottle. You located it, warm, from where it had been tucked under his thigh. “So good. You’re so good.”

“Y-yeah?”

He hadn’t responded so easily to praise before and you gave him a quick eager kiss for it. “Very.”

His eyes rolled back amongst a breathy vowel and he edged his hips at the ready.

Soaking the toy and stroking it to warm it back up, you casually bumped the tip against his slit in the meantime. He twitched at the ready with each brush, until you felt the heat of it come alive. Knowing everything was ready all around, you probed a little extra lube at his entrance before turning your attention up to him. “Ready?”

His body lit with a fresh wave of anxiety that swirled across his lusty features. He managed a nod against it all.

“I’ve got you. Any time, all the same stops that we use for me, okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

“That’s it.” Looking down to make sure everything was aligned, you pressed the tip of the toy inside him.

“Big…!” He tensed up.

“Yup. So it can take you. Relax…” Having to wipe a hand off and saying a silent apology to your thigh highs, you caught his appendage and threaded your fingers. “I’m right here. You took both our hands before. That has to be as thick as this.”

He gave a faint nod.

Giving him time, you rocked only an inch or so the tip in little barely breaching pushes.

Less for his body and more for his mind, it took a lengthy amount of teasing until his muscles smoothed back out once again.It was only then that you felt confident enough to enter him further. The next inch you gained came with headier churrs and you took it as a good sign to keep going. His fingers clenching yours in rhythmic flexes to remind himself of your existence and you held him tight as you rocked deeper into him.

New sensation for your hips, you mentally praised his ability. Not only his stamina, but the precision he was able to garner around what was essentially a semi-rigid rod. Sure nerve endings played a huge role in that, it still felt impressive as you were having to gauge his reactions as he did you. Feeling very much like you were on the other side, you felt a drive to satisfy your partner. That mixed with one of plowing him senseless, you understood why he loved to draw out the process.

Surpassing a quarter of the toy’s shaft, you stared intently at Donnie’s face as you imagined you’d be nearing his cock soon. A squirming, chirping mess, he hiccupped noises that you imagined signaled he was close to dropping. With no indication of flexed muscles for you to check with, you searched him to see if there was any sign of him holding back. Besides the squeeze of your hand, you didn’t see anything apparent until he let out a sudden scream and you lurched forward, sinking all the way into him in a quick snap.

“Too much!!!” He screeched, tears pricking his eyes with horror.

“What happened?! Are you hurt?!” You were in a backswing when it happened, but it felt as though he’d sucked you in.

Only squawking in response, he fought against you for an upward lift that immediately had him hissing.

“Woah! No! No!!” You wrenched your hand free of him and caught the top edge of his plastron. “You can’t pull out like that! You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Too much!! Too much!!” He cried openly with his mouth twisted in horror.

“Donnie! Donnie!” You tugged, trying to get him back into place. “I can pull out, but you need to relax. I can’t move!”

He shook his head a vicious side to side.

“Please, Don. Listen! You need my help, but I can’t like this. I know it’s hard. Please!”

He let out a frustrated whine and you felt his heels dig into your legs.

A sharp force from both the house prospectic and that one hind toe, you felt terrible for all the times you’d done it to him. “Please!”

He caught your shoulder and immediately dug his nails in.

“Ah! Stop!”

“Y-you!”

“I can’t!!” You shuffled in place where you were firmly buried. “I’m stuck!! You have to listen!”

More shaking ruffled the sheets.

It took a few tries with him doing everything ro hold you at bay, but you eventually let him cleanly claw rivets through your shoulders just to get free and slap his cheeks.

He jolted with shock though his eyes refused to focus.

“Donatello!!!” You pulled hard, digging your nails around his jaw.

He surfaced with clenched teeth and a whine like a creaky stool about to break.

“You have to get back into position. Lay back or else I can’t pull out. Can you hear me?”

He dry heaved.

Heat pricked your gaze. “Please, Donnie. Please!”

“Oh-Oh.”

“Donnie?”

“O-!” He spasmed.

You held his hand as he tried to thrash, but the movement clearly pained him. It caused him to contort to a near violent degree and you whispered that you were there for lack of a better phrase.

“Oh!”

You hummed along with him, at an otherwise loss.

“O-ver!”

You blinked wide. “Over?”

“O-!” He choked and ground his teeth.

“That’s-! I didn’t realize you were trying to talk! Over what, Don? Over what?”

“St-!”

“Almost!”

“Over-stim!” He roared with a lurch and a bitter slack that he fought with each second.

“Over-stim…” You gasped. “-ulated. Shit. Uh.” You ran your gaze over his twisting form in a flurry. “You need to… You can…!” In a wrangle, you captured his hands and pulled them close. “Something distracting… Something…” Having held his quaking fingers to your chest, you parted the pair. “Donnie, do you remember? Silk? It’s smooth, right?” In a back bend of both your wrists, you placed his hands at your waist, around your corset. “Remember the feeling?”

Another weak whine, his fingers tried to clasp and spread over the fabric.

“It’s smooth. Silky. Feel?”

He hissed like a snake as he went for a firmer grip.

Stroking his forearms as encouragement, it took what felt like hours as he soothed himself running his digits up and down the purple fabric. By the time he quelled, his weight came down with a sudden heft that the entire bed tipped. Your nerves shot nearly as high as the mattress and you were left without a thought as you had no way to stop the action. It thankfully countered itself with gravity and clanged back onto its stand with Donnie only giving a minor grunt at the movement. “Don…?”

He gave another stunted sound.

“Are you alright?”

He had an exact timing of the up and down with his breath.

You figured it was still too soon to interrupt it. “I’m here.”

“Know.” He got out on an exhale and you squeezed his arm in time.

Stroking soon turned into a palming and when he clutched your waist, you animated knowing he’d reclaimed a part of himself. “Hey.”

“Hi…” His voice came quiet.

“What can I do?”

“I…” He sucked in a greedy breath and then let it out slowly through parted lips. “Didn’t… account for… too much.”

“What happened?”

“In me, on me.” You felt one of his fingers draw a circle on your back through the corset.

“In you… The toy… On you… Oh, how your dick inside?”

“Suction.” You felt him test the clapses on your top.

“That’s what pulled me.”

“Too much.”

“I bet. Don, I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and you realized he was counting each metal hook in a rhythmic repeat.

“We can’t stay like this forever...”

He arched an irritated brow that said he knew all too well.

“By suction, do you mean it's like sealed?” You looked down, afraid to test with your hips.

“Feels like it.”

“If we angle it then the seal would break, but that would mean...”

He gave a vague nod.

“You okay?” You touched his plastron.

He exhaled roughly. “Coming down.”

You stroked a pressure against his scutes.

He relaxed a modicum under underhand.

“What does it feel like?”

“Too much.” The words came out of him fast before he made a little annoyed noise. “Unlike the last.”

You tapped your understanding.

He seemed thankful for it. “I’m overly filled. It’s foreign and uncomfortable. Like lead.”

You focused all your attention onto your hips to keep them in place as you leaned up to him.

He did his own minor adjustment as he folded to meet you for a kiss.

“This okay?” You asked after the first chaste brush.

“Distract.” He mumbled, capturing your lips for another.

Cradling his neck with one hand and with your other a further stabilizer on his thigh, the two of you kissed a comforting weight. Imagining it as a ballast for the buoy inside him, you deepend the maneuver to balance the scales. Concocting a heat from what this act usually led to, your bodies operated on muscle memory to drink one another in.

Your desire flaring, you tried to break from him in fear that you’d pantomime a familiar rocking of your hips. He chased you with heady chirps and churrs that stirred you all the more as you couldn’t resist him. Leaning more heavily into you where you were scared to move, he dipped his tongue in to taste you and you were further coaxed as he filled your mouth. Entendre layering, you created a suction to keep him in place and he chased the feeling.

The bend of his body caused something to shift and in your mind’s eye you watched a girder split clean in half.

Donnie broke from you with a rasp and drool as his cock dislodged from the toy.

Knowing what that meant, you scoured his torso for his hands.

Grabbing them, you squeezed one another to hold on as you began to pull out.

Ruined, your partner chirped a string of sounds that sounded like an alarm bell going off.

“I’ve got you...” You soothed.

He flexed his hand and almost crushed yours.

“Almost there…”

With the spit he’d cropped up, he gave a soaked squeak.

“Hold on...”

His thighs rippled around your hips.

“You’re doing so good, Don.” Hitting that familiar quarter mark, you imagined his cock was about to be freed.

His legs locked around your back and smashed your pelvis back together.

Not able to verbalize your surprise, you arched into him and he belted out that honed chirp.

A pause lapsed where you listened to his heaving breath before you swiftly pulled to that same point before slamming back in.

It renewed his flow of tears and commingled with the other fluids leaking around the obscene expression on his face.

“Good!!?” You chirped your delight.

He gave a delirious nod that could have been the bobbing from your thrusts.

It spurned you further, fucking into him and soon abandoning his hands for his large hips. Two dense walls of muscle, you scooped under them and, in a feat that must have been executed on pure adrenaline, you hoisted him up to thrust deeper. A devolving heap of rolling pitchy sounds, he shredded the sheets trying to hold onto something. His lower body arched into you and he threw his shoulders back hard, crushing the pile of pillows in a way that made you think they might burst into feathers.

Body screaming around the many labors you were unaccustomed to, you shoved them all down in favor of your partner. Your outfit drank your sweat, clinging close for a stickiness that was mirrored by your partner’s similarly spattered skin. It was a plea from your flesh to stay together while the act unfortunately dictated movement. A heavy squelching, different than yours, cropped up and you looked down only to be hypnotized by an elusive nectar.

Each stringing drop felt like thousands of wasted dollars as fluid dripped from Donnie. The roll of his pelvis stretched the soft sopping skin and you loved the way it clung, hungry, from each backstroke. He didn’t want to let you go and with each renewed entry his body thanked you by devouring you. A lower mouth suffering massive dehydration, it guzzled you down and spilled its soak as in its desperation.

The push and pull as something of the sea, foam cropped up in the form of the mixture growing paler by the second. Each push shoved more of his slick out and replaced the pearling said pre-cum was drowning out his lubricants. That meant his orgasm was closing in and the thought launched your gaze up to where you’d been neglecting your partner's attention.

Donnie sat in shambles above you.

Arriving a ship into the eye of the storm, he seemed to sense your attention and brought his eye down to stare at you above his gaping maw. A flash photograph trapped you in the moment and your hips stalled at the sight of him committing you to memory. He only mewled, his tongue rolling drool in his mouth as indication that you should continue and you buried yourself in a lunge to kiss him. He gave it with strings of saliva, another bit of him refusing to let go.

Your retreat stung, but it was necessary to square your hips.

Anticipation sent his head back and, in a roar of exertion, you felt your vision slip as you did your best to jackhammer into your much larger partner. He cried from some unseen place and through your daggered grip on his thighs, you felt his winding. Not letting up for a second, your feet slipped in your stockings which caused you to further scramble into the thrust. You were rewarded, maybe one stroke too many, as he went dead silent before his body coiled.

A python’s constriction, he lifted clean out of your hold and caught your arms up in the wrap of his legs. Caught and crushed, the spasms rocked the both where you imagined there was nowhere else for him to go. The encasement inside matched the one out and his voice appeared within a freefall. Realizing he’d been crying out at some level above your hearing range, he rasped down from his orgasm with your name until his twitches evened out in an appeal for him to go slack.

His sudden dead weight was entirely too much and his legs became two-ton stems that tried to force you out of him. Scrambling free yourself as that would be too much too soon, he squeaked out in pain as you bobbed inside of him. Pushing deep to make up the lapse, he choked against his thoroughly taxed cloaca. The lengthy sex hitting you in a similar way, your head fell forward onto his plastron where you panted in a cropping pool of your own sweat.

Catching your breath, you heard Donnie give a wrangled trill that asked a sort of question.

Either a worry for you or something about your next action, you palmed his pectoral scutes to hike yourself up. “How’s the suction?”

He nodded and nudged your hips.

“Alright, it’s going to be a lot. Ready…?” You drew out the sound to silence as you caught the base of the toy to hold steady as you extracted it.

You felt the venom in his gasp as you freed yourself and stepped back enough to examine how the item had fared. Glistening from his many juices, you had had a tilting hold and were rewarded as you stood the toy up to find it filled like a cup with his semen. Quirking a smile at it, you found more dripping out of your partner in thick globules. Donnie’s tail flicked irritated as the cum used him as a landing strip to escape to the floor.

The first weighty plop gave you an affectionate chuckle before a few more plunks summoned a groan from your partner.

“How’re you, sweet guy?”

He bleated dramatically to translate how disgusted he was with himself.

“Aw, don’t be like that...” You cooed as you slipped out from between his legs and approached him from the side.

“Lay down?” He managed.

“If I go down, I’m staying down. I can already tell.”

He made a sound that wondered what was wrong with that.

“There’s still me.” You used your free hand to skim his arm.

He tensed under the touch before his muscles gave back out.

“Water?” You wondered, pulling away to let him rest.

“I’ll die.” He whined and extended one of his to fall a heavy weight over his eyes.

“I’ll get you some when you come down more.” You offered.

He didn’t exactly respond and instead made a decompressing noise.

Gazing over your work fondly, you were definitely going to use his fucked out form as spank bank material and went to review your strap. Not wanting to waste his cum, you stroked the wet device to keep it warm and looked for buckles. Finding a way to loosen the contraption, you went through the lengthy process of stepping out of the harness all while keeping the toy at a pleasant temperature.

Legs jellied, you sidestepped and nearly fell into your nightstand when B.E.D.F.A.S.T. clipped your vision. The machine would certainly help you stay upright and you looked upon it with the fondness of an old friend. “Darling Protocol-” You paused and turned to Donnie. “I haven’t had to say ‘Bypass’ in awhile.”

He gave a pathetic nod that was more a scrub against his forearm. “Superfluous.”

You hummed a thanks before resuming your course. “Darling Protocol B.E.D.F.A.S.T. on my command.”

The machine sat its usual silent, though you knew it was ready.

“Mark, support bar, horizontal.”

An arm extended out of the panel and stretched out at the ready. You grabbed it and used it to hoist a knee up onto the bed before you found a fatal flaw.

With the machine hanging over the head of your bed and Donnie hanging off the far side, you couldn’t enjoy the show of him while wrapped up in B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s tendrils.

“Mark, can you move the bed?”

With a clicking chunk of work, six arms soon emerged all at the ready.

“Out...” You stepped back to get a better view perspective. “Mark, let’s try… say three feet from the wall and to the left, out of the way, if you can reach.”

Taking a moment for what you assumed was some unseen scan, the arms went to work latching onto the bed at various points. One even steadying the canopy, the bed was gently pushed and Donnie immediately made a noise of protest.

“You’re alright.” You told him. “I just need some room.”

“Why?” His question was so exhausted it almost didn’t sound like he wanted an answer.

“I told you.” You walked in the space appearing as the bed moved out of your way. “I’m gonna take care of me.”

He twitched in a new way that you read as recognition and B.E.D.F.A.S.T. stopped before its task was complete.

“Donnie.”

With several grumpy grunts, he forced his arms to his sides where he struggled to get the strength to prop himself up.

“Darling Protocol, lock out user Donatello from B.E.D.F.A.S.T. programming.”

For a moment the stillness made you wonder if the command had worked.

Then ire began to pour off Donnie and he used it to get himself up on obviously quaking stems.

You watched him with a lazy smirk. “Mark, resume earlier command about the bed.”

“Y/N.”

“You can watch.” You passed him a glance before examining where B.E.D.F.A.S.T. had moved the mattress. “Mark, rotate it until I say.”

“Y/N!”

You held out a hand to stop him as B.E.D.F.A.S.T. slowly spun the bed with some unknown knowledge that you wanted Donnie to be in better view. Stepping close to the panel so you had the right line of sight, you waited until you could see his leaky tail. “There. Stop.”

Giving a single loud chuff, Donnie put a lot of effort into some type of move that amounted to nothing.

“Mark, move with me to pick me up.” You held out a hand and B.E.D.F.A.S.T. took it like a dance partner. “Don, you’re too far gone. Enjoy the show.”

“I don’t want to watch.” He spat immaturely.

“You can barely sit up, dear.” Following the steps, you lifted one foot and B.E.D.F.A.S.T. came to caress the heel. Twirling up some unseen staircase, your pace was matched with forming platforms.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” You shook your head as you walked yourself into the air.

“With your right hand?” He bitterly clarified.

Though you knew, you looked down to where you were rhythmically squeezing his toy. “I was going to use this.”

“It’s too big.” He stated the fact with a sharp air.

“So? I don’t have to put it in for it to feel good?”

Irritation got him straighter. “It’s mine.”

“Oh...” You looked to where the bouncy feel held an odd realism in your palm. “You heavily implied it was both of ours. Wasn’t it useless to use without me?”

“I changed my mind.”

“You’re being a brat.”

“Come here.”

“No.” You laughed as B.E.D.F.A.S.T. wrapped around your ankles and waist. “I’m sort of in the middle of something, pretty literally.”

“You can easily leave that something.” His body shook with the action, but he brought a hand up to beckon you.

“Rest!” You played up rolling your eyes. “Mark, take this, keep it warm by stroking it, and don’t spill.” You held up the toy which B.E.D.F.A.S.T. quickly took and implemented as a pumping attachment.

“Don’t.” Donnie warned.

You glanced over him and with his wiry form. He was too weak to hold an ounce of menace and you had long lost the ability to fear him. “Yeah, sorry,” you shrugged dismissively and rolled your shoulders into place.

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. was there to catch you as if laying you down with intent.

You heard a heavy slap of Donnie getting his feet to the floor.

You lifted right off what should have been the final formation of the machine and it balanced your move by tightening around your waist. It gave you easy support to watch your mate wobble pathetically. “You’re going to fall and I’m not going to help you.”

He grunted a dismissal and dug a hand into the bed to keep his form. “Your doing.”

“Nope! I’m not feeling guilty! Not one bit!” You refused to watch him struggle and went to fall back into B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s embrace.

Plodding steps picked up speed along with your heart rate.

“Mark, block!”

You winced and heard Donnie puff with anger. Forcing your lids up, you found Donnie cuffed where he was inches from grabbing one of your feet.

“Mark, don’t let him touch me!” You grinned wickedly.

Donnie tried to beat the machine, but B.E.D.F.A.S.T. grabbed his other hand only centimeters from your skin. “Release me!”

“No! You’ll stop me!”

Donnie yanked, but B.E.D.F.A.S.T. held. “Y/N…!”

“Oh... That’s good...” You murmured. “Mark, put me down...”

Your boyfriend’s eyes shot wide at your sultry tone. “What is this...?!”

You were a little shaky as your feet hit the floor, but you ducked easily out from the mechanical arms. “Mark, trap Donnie. Pick him up and hold him like you would me.”

“You-!” Donnie got out before the machine went to work. He fought to flee, but with his hands already bound, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. quickly caught his legs and dragged him in. Not really kicking or screaming in a literal sense, Donnie growled complaints as he turned to face away from the machine and to you. You cocked your weight into one hip to watch as he was soon lifted off the ground with restraints buckling around his wrists, biceps, waist, thighs, and available ankle. A weaving metal entangled into his prosthetic for the final limb and there he writhed in the little space he was afforded.

“Hey.” You approached his form as soon as you were sure he couldn’t get you.

He stopped to glower.

Realization clutched your throat. “Oh… Are you okay?” You looked over him with growing worry. “That might have been fun for a second, but you being restrained is probably trigg-”

“Put me down!” He bellowed.

You blinked slowly and wiped the spittle he’d sprayed on your face.

Flicking your hand free found him smirking.

“I felt bad for you...” You stewed, trying to keep the anger off your face.

“Best saved for someone else.”

“Noted and fuck you!” Your expression broke manic and you took the few steps over to the bed. “Or wait, better yet? Fuck me!”

He tensed with realization. “Don’t you dare...”

Skirting the spot he’d been in since it was soaked through, you fought against what was left of the sheets and pillows to form your own back rest.

“Y/N!”

Creating your throne, you turned to look down upon your subject and felt your ensemble pull. Wanting a full range of movement, you put on no show as you got the hooks undone on the corset. Tossing it aside without a care, your partner continued to leak more and louder protests as you unhooked your thigh highs. They’d surely slide down now, but being free from the garter meant your hips could easily spread before your mate. “You know the worst part?”

“I can’t imagine one worse.” Rage wafted off of him.

“That I’m gonna be thinking of you...” Your hand trended down your sternum and up over the waist wrap of your garter.

He strained and metal creaked.

Reaching the top bit of your underwear you paused and searched B.E.D.F.A.S.T. to see if it would hold.

You got to watch in real time as it beefed up its restraints.

Donnie snarled for your attention.

“What?” You dipped into your sex out of spite.

Whatever complaint Donnie had died on his lips.

“Huh?” You tilted your head back to project your voice. “I can’t hear you!” In time, you tested your needy folds.

There was a minor rattling signaling Donnie’s thrashing. “Stop this instant!”

“How about you? You were so good before...” You mourned as only a few swipes summoned the desperate ache that had been plaguing you all morning.

“Y/N!!!”

“I’ll muzzle you.” You spoke with an obvious threat.

His teeth clicked as his mouth slammed shut.

“Mark, pass me the toy.”

Around Donnie, several spindly arms sprouted with a variety.

That got you upright. “What...?”

On one arm was the tongue toy you’d used before and on another was Donnie’s dildo, but extended on the last two were what looked to be some type of finger vibe and a third dildo you had never seen before. Holding out your hand towards it, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. offered you that one and you took it. Of a darker shade of purple than any of his other offerings, this one mimicked the shape of Donnie’s cock in a smoothed out and much smaller version.

The moment you looked up to Donnie, he turned his head away. “What’s this?”

He chuffed, eyes narrowing into the corner.

“Guess I’ll find out for myself...!” In a quick check, you located the abandoned bottle of lube.

“Double penetration!” He snapped.

You stared straight through his grouch to the worry that lay underneath. “Tell me and I won’t.”

He bounced ever so slightly before his lip curled. “If applicable. Depending on how we were going to employ B.E.D.F.A.S.T. next. I would have offered.”

“The vibrator?” You pointed to the smaller device still held by the machine.

“Hopefully sprung on you during our next marathon. Meant to prolong your orgasm and push you to the brink.”

“And these were... both going to be surprises?”

“With proper acknowledgement, yes.”

You held onto the knowledge for a moment before setting the dildo aside.

Donnie visibly relaxed.

You then reached right back up and made a grabbing gesture with your fingertips toward Donnie’s toy.

“You said-!”

You loudly shushed him as B.E.D.F.A.S.T. passed you the toy.

Holding it with one hand, you abandoned your sex to explore your body with the other.

Hyper aware, your partner quieted as he tried to parse out what you were up to.

Brushing the real estate where your long raised heart rate was starting to throb into a headache, you firmly massaged your body. Squeezing plains of your stomach into pinched chunks, you mapped across your torso in a provocative show that sent goosebumps down your arms. Titillated by the heated stare, you closed your eyes at the same time you arched your back.

Your hips groaning at the upward thrust, you fell back into the bed and caught one of your breasts. Kneading the flesh, you squeezed straight through to the nipple where you pinched the bud in a roll between your thumb and forefinger.

You keenly heard Donnie take an inhale between wet lips.

Imagining those same lips down south where the nectar poured freely, you cracked your lids open to examine the toy you were fondling with your other hand. Still warm, but not as much as it could be, you set the base on your belly and stroked it with both your appendages. Quickly heating it back up to an appropriate temperature, you wiggled your hips in preparation and heard a series of wary clicks.

You ignored him and set the toy to a steady upright between your legs.

Like someone struggling to light a match, the sound grew louder.

Pressing the full length of the shaft to your sex, you ground against the height of the toy. An encompassing sensation, you were aching for something more direct, but would have to make due.

“Enough.” Donnie announced with a little too much clarity.

You didn’t stop your hips as you flicked your gaze to stare at him dully.

Muscles going taunt, he found the tiniest amount of slack before snapping what had to have only been a few centimeters forward.

The entirety of B.E.D.F.A.S.T. creaked where it was bolted to the wall.

You stilled. “Donnie...”

“Stop or else.”

“Mark, tighten. Don’t give him any leeway!”

Donnie snarled as B.E.D.F.A.S.T. suctioned to his skin.

Pulled like green apple taffy, Donnie was spread as all the arms pulled away from one another.

His attempts at writhing became unproductive as his body was strung taut.

Sure now that you were once again safe, you minded keeping the toy upright as you switched to rolling it over your sex. “I miss you,” came off your lips without thought.

“Then release me...” He rumbled with ire.

You shook your head along with a little moan as you forced the toy hard against you. “Under me. So good. Tail wagging ecstacy!”

You gave an excited chirp and Donnie responded with a wounded one.

“Need you...!” You chirped again, adding your other hand to keep the toy in place.

He squeaked his willing presence.

You imagined a lonely sound of a soft shell looking for his mate. “Beg... Maybe, I’ll-” A gasp cut you off as your leaking core dragged right against the width of the silicone.

“I-I-” Donnie startled as you accidentally hitched a gasp.

Lifting your hips up, you shoved the base of the toy against your entrance. Something wholly too large, it pressed wide and flat and you whimpered rocking it uselessly against you.

“That’ll never satisfy you...” Donnie found his voice and you cranked an eye open where you were still desperately rutting. “There’s no comparison. It will never be as hot. It will never throb. It will never be your perfect fit, made for you.”

“M-me?” You panted, feeling the toy moving faster due to your slick.

You watched a pink tongue dart out and swipe his lower lip. “Only I have what you crave.”

“That’s not begging!” You pushed down as hard as you could and your cunt ached under the pressure of the vast object.

“It’s yours! Just have me! Waiting for you! To use how you please! It’s been yours! Waiting your whole lifetime!”

“J-Just mine?” If only you were wetter, then maybe you could get some traction.

“Predestined! You had to find the pathetic wretch it was attached to.”

The lube bottle felt so far.

“He lies in stasis, waiting to be thawed by your touch.”

There had to be more.

“I’ll grovel. I’ll smash this infernal machine to pieces. Damned part of me. Damned that one as well!”

“This is... you?” You looked down at the bobbing purple between your legs.

“Of course it’s me! A pathetic substitute of my design.”

His tech was him.

This was him.

He was a match for you.

He went inside.

In a roll, the tip of the toy bobbed toward you and you caught a glimpse of the cum within.

It was him.

You turned it over onto your belly, just below the waist strap of your garter. Warm spent traveled down your mons and underwear. Wringing the toy out like trying to get the last of a condiment out of a bottle, you dropped the dildo for a momentary break as you rubbed the cum into you. Pushing it between your legs, your fingers easily entered you and you belted a long moan at having finally been breached.

“No!!!” Donnie gouged out. “Oh my sweet berry trifle! Let me. Please! Me! Let me do it! I’ll be good. I’ll make you feel incredible. It has to be me. It has to! My cock is yours. I’m yours. I adore you! I must! You have to! You have- You can’t!!”

Dizzy, you were on your feet as chants from your partner echoed around you. Chasing the sound of his voice, his cum dripped down your legs and you approached. “Drop.”

On command his dick fell wet and heavy from his slit.

“Mark, put him in an Amazon position.”

Donnie chirped eagerly as he was lowered to the ground. Laid on his back, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. snapped his knees together and then pushed them up into his plastron. Mounting his cock, you held it just shy of entering you. “How are you gonna be?”

“Good.” He squeaked.

“Right answer.” You dropped onto him and savored that delicious splitting. “Finally...!”

“You had me this morning.” He peeped and you fucked words right out of him.

The ache seated deep and rushed to meet its maker. Cumming within the first five strokes, you ignored the shudder and squeeze of your guts and looked up, crazed, at B.E.D.F.A.S.T. “Mark, release! All commands! I’m done with you.” Turning toward Donnie, you felt yourself milking him. “Fuck me as good as you said.”

In a blur, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. let go in time as Donnie kicked one of his legs out. Given a primary directive, he ignored the last frizzling pops of your orgasm and swept you up. Plowing you straight through it, your face smashed against the wall and one of your legs rose to a worrying degree. Folding it against your side with your hips screaming, he fucked you flat right against B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s panel.

Making a mockery of the machine, Donnie thrust into you for precision first, stretching out your first orgasm without clear end by shoving the needle on the charts against your g-spot. Just as that was becoming too much, he then switched, hitting deep toward your womb while babbling in your ear about how you’d made the right choice.

Thinking of nothing else, but him, the wind of your second orgasm again wasn’t exact as he ruined all navigation. Curving one arm under your raised leg to hold you with the rest of his body keeping you pinned, he carved out space to shove against your lower stomach from the outside. Crying at the force, he then weaseled his other hand in to assault your clit and sank his teeth deep into your shoulder.

Allowing no end, when he did finally cum, you know longer knew the meaning of the word. Your neurons were a messy set of firings in a dark void. Not unconscious, but something protozoiac, you swam in a petri dish of his own making. Prepared in a lab setting, everything was a sterile bland and the feeling of your body entering moist sheets felt like a jar.

Gasping to life, Donnie caught you from outright sprouting and held you close as reality crashed around you with a filthy gush of fluids that seemingly poured from a broken pipe between your legs. Sweaty and sticky, your cheek stuck like tape to his plastron and your breath shredded your throat with each inhale. Delirious, but alive, you made a noise that translated nothing as you stopped fighting.

Going slack, Donnie let you fall away where you landed, without distance, onto the bed. In front of him and hands groping his form to know it was there, you found his face with a brush of his cheek.

“Need more?” He churred into your palm. “Anything for you.”

You stared at him without comprehension.

What was his asking?

You had no needs. “M’good.” You slurred, registering only happiness.

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2023 in TV - My Top 10 Shows

10. THE MANDALORIAN (Season 3)

The fortunes of post-George Lucas Star Wars have really fluctuated over this past decade, for almost every blissful high there has been an excruciating low to tip the balance back on its axis … thank the gods, then, for the consistent success of Lucasfilm’s biggest success story since they were bought by Disney, their streaming service’s epic and expansive series following the (mis)adventures of Mandalorian bounty hunter Din Djarin (the legendary Pedro Pascal) and his adopted ward, the impossibly adorable Force-sensitive baby Grogu. The show’s gone through some major shake-ups as it’s expanded its outlook in the SW universe beyond just Din’s own experiences to take in the larger canon, and some purists have complained that it’s starting to lose its identity because of this, but as long as Jon Favreau and Dave Filoni continue to present a finished product of this consistently high standard it’ll remain EMINENTLY worthy of our time. I for one actually really LOVED the greater prominence of Katee Sackhoff’s Mandalorian royal scion Bo-Katan Kryze throughout this third season as her rise to prominence makes her almost as much of a key character now as Din himself, and given how this season delivers what feels like a comfortable close to the original Mando’s story, I think this does a really beautiful job of setting up how the series could most smoothly continue in the future. So long as it remains as exciting, inventive, emotionally rewarding and downright GORGEOUS as it has been, I’ll keep watching.

9. THE GREAT (Season 3)

Hulu’s opulent black comedy satire from Aussie playwright and screenwriter Tony MacNamara (The Favourite, Poor Things) recounting the youthful rise to power of the mighty world-renowned Russian monarch Catherine the Great (albeit very loosely) has been a very enjoyable TV distraction these past few years, particularly once things starting really going to shit, and this latest (seemingly LAST) season is no exception. Elle Fanning continues to excel in what’s become the best role she’s had to date as Catherine, still effervescently self-confident despite her growing exasperation with her ongoing struggle to bring her adopted home of Tsarist Russia into Enlightenment and away from the far more base urges that have held it in their grip for so long. This is made all the more difficult by her persistently complicated and tempestuous love-hate-love-hate-love-murder-murder-stabby-stabby relationship with her husband Peter III (the always brilliant Nicholas Hoult), who’s FINALLY trying to learn to better himself for the sake of his own deep love (and throbbing carnal obsession) for his wife and the mother of his adorable infant son Paul. Fresh difficulties arise to baffle the lovers at every turn, from dastardly courtly machinations to civil unrest and an EXTREMELY ill-advised “accidental” war with Sweden, and it doesn’t help that their various friends and advisors – including Phoebe Fox’ spiky Marial Brezhnev, Peter’s complicated aunt, the Empress Elizabeth (the delightfully ODD Belinda Bromilow), and, of course, Adam Godley’s spectacularly perverted Russian Orthodox Archbishop “Archie” Samsa – largely seem to be in it for themselves. It’s anarchically brilliant as ever, every episode proving more chaotically unpredictable, gleefully off-the-wall and endearingly, downright FILTHILY hilarious than the last – it’s a rare thing indeed to get a comedy show that’s THIS fiendishly ingenious, making it a consistent must-watch. Unfortunately, the story has finally reached its (admittedly wise) conclusion, but I’d love to see Fanning revisit Russia’s greatest ruler sometime in the future …

8. AHSOKA

It was one of my greatest pleasures from the second season of The Mandalorian to get to see the live action (re)introduction of Anakin Skywalker’s wayward padawan Ahsoka Tano, now grown up and truly come into her own despite years spent in self-imposed exile after the Galactic Jedi pogroms and the subsequent collapse of the Empire. Seeing her return (however briefly) in the ultimately disappointing Book of Boba Fett was one of that show’s saving graces, so it seemed to only be a matter of time before she got her own series on Disney+, and gods knew I was one of the most hopeful. Thankfully, the wait has not been in vain – this is BY FAR the best piece of Star Wars-based TV I’ve had the pleasure of indulging in this year, Dave Filoni not only allowing us to spend plenty more time with our girl but also getting to see a resolution to the open ending of the very enjoyable Rebels series as we see some of her key Rebellion-era comrades return as well. Rosario Dawson has really grown into the title role now, bringing fresh nuance and complexity to a character who was already SO INTERESTING, and the new additions here are very welcome ones, particularly Natasha Liu Bordizzo (The Society) as my very favourite Mandalorian, Sabine Wren, who’s become Ahsoka’s very reluctant apprentice after showing some small aptitude with the Force, as well as the late Ray Stevenson and Ivanna Sakhno (The Spy Who Dumped Me) as mercenary former Jedi Baylan Skoll and his vicious apprentice Shin Hatti, who are working to bring the infamous Imperial Grand Admiral Thrawn (the legendary Lars Mikkelsen, finally getting to portray his chillingly masterful villain in live action) back to the Galaxy Far, Far Away. This is a rich, evocative and epic adventure story that takes this well-trod universe to intriguing and exotic new worlds as it opens the saga out to intriguing new possibilities, and while this was conceived as a limited series I’m personally holding out real hope for more moving forward … and I KNOW I ain’t alone …

7. GOOD OMENS 2

Neil Gaiman’s adaptation of his own much beloved collaborative novel with the legendary late fantasy author Sir Terry Pratchett was such a perfect piece of television that it was a no-brainer for Amazon Prime to greenlight more, making it most fortuitous that the two writers had already made impressive progress planning further adventures for the wayward divine duo of the angel Aziraphael (Michael Sheen) and the devil Crowley (David Tennant), so he already had a starting point for more. Ultimately this is less THAT specific story than a bridge between the main story from the novel which formed the first season and the next saga, but that doesn’t make this any less worthwhile an experience, Gaiman again proving he’s one of the very best writers OUT THERE by presenting us with another exquisitely crafted sextet of hour-long episodes of gleefully comic theology-themed speculative fantasy which does a beautiful job of expanding the universe and offering rich and rewarding new character arcs for our two favourite gay angels. Giving away much of any of the plot would do the brilliantly twisty story an injustice, suffice to say that the arrival of a VERY NAKED amnesiac archangel Michael (the wonderfully game Jon Hamm in a MUCH more expanded role this time round) on the doorstep of Azirapahael’s book shop sets another potentially cataclysmic true-existential crisis into gear which will have massive repercussions for our reluctant heroes moving forward into the inevitable third season. Nice to see that Amazon have ALREADY asked Gaiman to bring the series to a satisfactory close, then.

6. THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA (Season 2)

More rightly renewed genius from Amazon Prime, this time with the second season of the animated adaptation of the first campaign of Critical Role’s TTRPG live-play webcast series, still undeniable essential viewing for both fans of professional Dungeon Master Matt Mercer and his friend’s online antics and just those who enjoy their fantasy adventures a bit more irreverent and adult. Given that the second major arc of the campaign was already a doozy, I knew ahead of time we were moving into what was sure to become an even more potent stretch of the saga than we got in the already impressive first season, and the deeply-committed folk behind it have NOT disappointed with this follow-up. The stakes have been raised CONSIDERABLY as the fantastical land of Tal’dorei falls under the brutal sway of the Chroma Conclave, a collective of tyrannical dragons bent on bloody conquest, so it’s up to the dysfunctional adventuring party of Vox Machina to save the day. Oh dear … this is JUST as much fun as the first season, with plenty more thrilling action, side-splitting satirical comedy (thank you AGAIN Sam Riegel for the gift of pure, unadulterated R-rated JOY that is the gnomish bard Scanlan Shorthalt) and inspired creative invention, but once again proceedings are tempered with plenty of powerful emotional heft and heartfelt LOVE for the characters these players created and remain STRONGLY connected to so many years later. Since Amazon wisely made the decision to commission the THIRD season WELL in advance of the second’s release we already know there’s more coming, and given where I already know this story is headed I can’t help getting REAL excited for its future …

5. THE LAST OF US

Okay, here we go, finally time for the proper ORIGINAL STUFF … yeah, it’s been a particularly great year for new IPs on the small screen, meaning that my Top Five all get to be completely fresh and “original” properties instead of continuations or spinoffs from existing series. One of the most deservedly long-awaited, well-received and rightly ACCLAIMED new shows to emerge in 2023 was HBO’s highly anticipated adaptation of the much beloved post-apocalyptic zombie survival horror video game series from Naughty Dog, and their wise move to team the games’ original creator Neil Druckmann with Craig Mazin, the man behind the now legendary Chernobyl miniseries, has paid off SPECTACULARLY here, since this is one of the very best TV series I’ve come across in a good long while, a work of breathless brilliance and soul-destroying POWER which just left me SPEECHLESS at the end of SEVERAL episodes in its all-too-brief run back in the New Year. Pedro Pascal may be The Mandalorian, but I think he's found his TRUE greatest role EVER here in Joel Miller, the world-weary survivor of a particularly nasty zombie apocalypse who lost EVERYTHING in the collapse, only to be given an opportunity twenty years later to make a difference when he’s charged with taking Ellie (Game of Thrones’ Bella Ramsey), a wilfully tough teenage girl who’s IMMUNE to the cordyceps fungal infection that brought down the world, across the American hellscape in the hope that she can help with the creation of a cure. Given that Joel lost his own daughter in the initial outbreak they naturally start to bond, their burgeoning connection creating a powerful driving throughline at the heart of the series as it goes from bad to worse to TRULY FUCKED and beyond … this is everything The Walking Dead always tried to be but never QUITE managed to become, a brutally challenging but infinitely rewarding tale of hope, love and compassion in the face of Armageddon, and since there’s still a second game to adapt and plenty of potential for expansion besides, I for one CANNOT WAIT for the second season’s arrival in 2025 …

4. SCAVENGERS REIGN

It’s also been another really great year for ANIMATION, particularly grown-up fare, and this brand new series for Max was EASILY the year’s most unusual and effortlessly ORIGINAL piece of work, in some ways frequently becoming downright DISTURBING, but often with a stark, challenging BEAUTY to even its most TWISTED creations. Relative newcomers Joseph Bennett and Charles Hueffner have taken their original short film and expended it into a sci-fi story of rare vision and endless invention, following a scattered collection of desperate survivors from a colony ship crashed on a miraculous but deeply hostile alien world fighting to reach what’s left of their ship in order to have a fighting chance of building a new life, maybe even ESCAPE if at all possible. They’re an interesting and rewardingly well-rounded collection of characters, each of their disparate storylines providing equally fascinating arcs across the series as they encounter weird, wonderful, unfathomable and sometimes downright TERRIFYING alien phenomenon building up to a thrilling and suspenseful climax which gives the season a strong conclusion while laying ground for possible future development. The animation from Titmouse (The Legend of Vox Machina, Pantheon) is FIRST RATE and refreshingly unique, with the design-work frequently reaching OFF-THE-CHART levels of artistic creativity, while the writing proves impressively robust too, creating realistic character arcs and compelling stories that keep the viewer invested to the end. Given how the ultimate climax, I wouldn’t be sad if this really WAS all we got, but I hope this gets picked up for more, it’s DEFINITELY worth signing up for a longer haul ...

3. ONE PIECE

Another year with Netflix DOMINATING the small screen with their Original Programming then, although I’ll admit when they were putting THIS together I was, like a whole lot of people, extremely pessimistic of its chances. If there’s ONE THING I’ve learned over the years as a fan of the genre, it is EXCEEDINGLY RARE for Western adaptations of manga and anime to work, PARTICULARLY in live action – like many, I STILL ain’t gotten over the HORROR of what Netflix themselves did to my beloved Cowboy Bebop … thankfully, somebody in creative control was paying attention to that, because FOR ONCE, this is one of those infinitely rare occasions where it’s actually WORKS, and VERY WELL INDEED. Thankfully, the original creator of One Piece, Eiichiro Oda, was brought onboard as creative consultant by showrunners Matt Owens and Steven Maeda (Lie To Me), and they CLEARLY listened to him because this is EVERY INCH a madcap, sprawling classic anime comedy adventure show brought to vivid life in live action – I’ll be honest, I never actually got into the manga or anime myself, there’s just WAY too much of it for me to even know where to begin or really want to commit to it, but I’ve watched plenty of other shows like this, and I’ve learned the ropes well enough to know they got it VERY RIGHT here. It’s a fantastically rich world for their creatives and an incredibly game cast to play in too – obviously, the beating, thriving HEART of the series is, rightly, Iñaki Godoy (The Imperfects) as Monkey D. Luffy, the irrepressibly UPBEAT wannabe pirate who wants to find the legendary treasure of the title and become truly the new King of the Pirates, although like many I’m sure I definitely fell hardest for Roronoa Zoro (Mackenyu), a roguish master swordsman who wields THREE BLADES, and Sanji (Gassed Up’s Taz Skylar), a talented cook and unapologetic ladies’ man who’s also a powerful martial artist who fights exclusively with his FEET. The whole crew that Luffy brings together are a sweet, lovable bunch, while the bizarre assortment of freakish pirates, criminals and marines they encounter are uniformly bizarre and thoroughly memorable, while the show is a masterclass in controlled anarchy, well-written character work and the perfect balance of riotous comedy and stirring pathos. The end result was definitely the year’s most effortlessly ENJOYABLE TV show, and one I’m definitely in for the long run with. Good thing Netflix have already greenlit season 2 …

2. THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER

Mike Flanagan really has become one of Netflix’ most powerful secret weapons, each one of his original series proving to be an undeniable MASTERPIECE of inventive writing and ingenious direction coupled with sheer, heart-wrecking FEELS. Such is the case with his latest offering, an admittedly BALLSY take on the collective works of Edgar Allan Poe, all filtered through a modern-day reimagining of one of his most famous stories, although this is definitely something a little different from Flanagan. This time, instead of focusing on a family of dysfunctional but ultimately decent people who love each other deep down, the Usher clan are, almost to a man, some of the most DESPICABLE excuses for human beings you’d probably never wish to really encounter in your life. The head of the family, Roderick (another magnificent turn from the great Bruce Greenwood, alongside Midnight Mass’ equally excellent Zach Gilford as his younger self), is a morally bankrupt born salesman who seized control of the massive pharmaceutical conglomerate of Fortunato with the help of his even more viciously sociopathic genius twin sister Madeline (Mary McDonnell and Willa Fitzgerald), and his equally precocious offspring are, collectively AND individually, just as unpleasant as him – the only ray of light is his granddaughter Lenore (Doctor Sleep’s Kyliegh Curran), the only Usher with compassion, decency and a truly gentle heart. Unfortunately their empire is built on lies, murder and a dark, demonic bargain made with an unknowable angel of death, Verna (Carla Gugino), who’s finally come to collect on the debt, and she plans on taking THE WHOLE FAMILY as payment. This is the most PURE piece of horror that Flanagan has made to date, his usual restraint largely absent as he lets rip in a series of brutally ironic and fiendishly twisted murderous reckonings that sees each member of the family meet the worst fates you could possible imagine, while the true monstrous depths of how this all came to be are slowly revealed in typically non-linear narrative fashion. In the end, while The Haunting of Hill House remains Flanagan’s finest hour on the small screen, this may be his finest work for Netflix since, and it’s definitely the darkest and most cathartically MONSTROUS work he’s produced to date. I really do hope he lets his dark side out to play again before too long …

1. BLUE EYE SAMURAI

While we champ at the bit for the long-awaited second season of Arcane, Netflix have thrown us a fresh bone to chew on in the meantime with this truly INCREDIBLE new adult animated series from screenwriter Michael Green (Logan, Blade Runner 2049), who co-showruns here with his wife Amber Noizumi and animation storyboarder-turned-director Jane Wu (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse). To be honest, this show could have been PRECISION CRAFTED expressly to appeal directly to ME, this is SO MANY THINGS I love all in one package – it’s a gorgeously animated, super-violent action thrill series telling the story of Mizu (Man Seeking Woman’s Maya Erskine), a half-white, half-Japanese woman who has to hide both her heritage AND her gender as she wanders Edo period Japan as a lethal ronin samurai in search of the unknown white man who fathered her so she can murder him for making her a monster in the eyes of the country she was born in. Thankfully there are only FOUR of them in Japan at this time, and her current target is Irish gunrunner Abijah Fowler (a fantastically oily vocal performance from Kenneth Brannagh, who gets to use the accent he originally grew up with), a brutally subtle hulk of a man who’s got his own far-reaching plans for the conquest of the very country he’s a dirty little secret in … Mizu is an INCREDIBLE creation, a fierce warrior with truly astounding talent with a blade matched only by her ice cold determination to mete out her vengeance by ANY MEANS NECESSARY, and I am ABSOLUTELY BESOTTED with her, I swear. Fowler, meanwhile, is one of the very best and most well-written, super complex villains I have come across in a good long time, while he’s just another one of a whole RAFT of fully fleshed out and compelling characters which also includes Darren Barnet (Never Have I Ever) as arrogant but principled samurai Taigen and Heroes’ Masi Oka, who frequently STEALS THE SHOW as Ringo, a portly sushi chef born without hands who becomes Mizu’s incredibly unlikely protégé through sheer force of will and an unendingly sunny disposition. The action sequences are some of the best the year’s offered up, captured in a fascinating mixture of 3D flare with a distinctive mock hand-painted 2D finish which makes for some very distinctive animation that obviously owes a whole lot to the influence of Arcane, paying off equally well in the distinctive character designs and gorgeous watercolour-styled panoramic vistas. Most of all, this is some of THE MOST SKILLFUL writing I came across in all of 2023, even putting some of the year’s most impressive BIG SCREEN offerings to shame with its ingenious plotting, peerless character development and handling of intriguing, powerful themes of gender and sexual identity, body positivity and systemic racism which are just as potent today as they were in the historical period they represent. This is IMPORTANT television then, but most of all it’s just DAMN FINE WORK, and I cannot wait for the now greenlit second season to arrive …

Honourable mentions:

Our Flag Means Death (season 2, HBO Max), Sweet Tooth (season 2, Netflix), Loki (season 2, Disney+), Scott Pilgrim Takes Off (Netflix), Foundation (season 2, Apple TV+), Star Trek: Stange New Worlds (season 2, Paramount+), Shadow & Bone (season 2, Netflix), Chainsaw Man (Crunchyroll), The Witcher (season 3, Netflix), The Wheel of Time (season 2, Amazon Prime Video)

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