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afreakingdork · 18 days ago

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Soft Spot - Chapter 20

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

He just can't let go in this week's chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it, Menstruation, There WILL NOT be any Miscarriages

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

Also available on Ao3

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

“And that’s…” Dr. Kuro swiped her ultrasound wand to the side. “All good!”

“Yeah?” You tried to keep your hands neutral at your sides.

Donnie was right behind you with his eyes still trained on the screen.

“Yep! I’m not seeing any signs of known conditions. We’ve got great development all around. Four fingers, four toes which is fun!”

You flicked Donnie a glance that he had enough wherewithal to catch.

“This is usually the part where I ask you if you want to know the sex…” Dr. Kuro wiped her wand and then the residual gel off your bump.

You and your partner both snapped to attention.

“I might have some difficulty, but I can assure you, there is no danger.” She went on.

She paused then and you checked back with your husband. In all your care and preparation, your baby’s sex had been the furthest thing from your mind. You had been so concerned with getting to the child part that you had left out the particulars. All your future visions included a nondescript baby because you weren’t even sure what exactly would look like. Your bundle was shrouded in that way, though you guessed its little fingers and toes had just come into vision.

Donnie reached down to brush your arm and his look translated that it mattered little to him.

You were more interested in whatever issue there might be, safe or not. “You can tell us.”

“Both of you?” Dr. Kuro gave Donnie a sly glance.

“Yes.” Donnie droned out with some offense that he’d be the fussy one.

“Alright.” She shook as if to get herself in the right headspace. “Let’s start by saying we work effectively in this office. We have an accuracy record of 99% when determining gender.”

You both watched on.

“Don’t you two go ruining it.” She teased.

“Doctor…” You chastised.

Dr. Kuro tittered before addressing Donnie. “I understand you have a cloaca?”

“Yes.” Your husband spoke evenly.

She nodded. “Which makes this tricky… All known animals that lay eggs have a cloaca. You… do not.” Her brows exaggerated. “But you are growing part of an egg…”

You sort of saw where she was going.

“Now the genetics passed down lean in favor of human genitalia. It’s still difficult to know if that’s what I’m looking at since… We are dealing with some level of impossibility.

Donnie squeezed your arm.

“You’re…” You tried. “... saying it either looks like a girl or they might have a cloaca…?”

“Exactly.” She smiled and it curved out her soft cheeks. “See? Not dangerous!”

Your lips pursed absently and you checked with Donnie.

He seemed similarly at a loss on the topic.

“Except to my good record.” She preened.

You chuckled and reached to catch your spouse. “It doesn’t really matter.”

He switched grip to grab your hand and brought it to his lips.

“Very good.” Dr. Kuro stood to move some machinery. “I’m beyond pleased with the results. Happy and healthy. That’s all I want for you all.”

“Yeah…” You sat up with help from your mate. “This… I’m way happier now! I was so terrified after missing this scan, but… it’s all good. I feel like I need to keep saying it for it to be real.”

Donnie helped bring your shirt down and you didn’t miss how he lightly grazed your belly.

You felt warm to his touch and it reminded you of something. “The weather’s been pretty warm, but I feel like I’ve been running hotter.”

“That’s to be expected.” Dr. Kuro chirped. “The placenta looks great, as does the blood flow in your uterus. You’re pumping out a bunch of the stuff to grow your grapefruit! Yes, the little one is up to the size of a grapefruit now. They’re really going to start pushing on your bladder.”

“Great…” Your gaze dulled.

“Hot flashes, swelling, and stretching. You’ve got extra blood, water retention, and a heck of a lot of growing happening. Stay hydrated, keep moving, and keep up your lotion routine. Rub it in real good! That will help!”

You nodded and saw flashes of Donnie helping to rub you down.

His hand was still hovering close to your stomach and you pressed him there.

He tried to break the immediate churr that rolled out of him.

A smile played on your doctor’s lips. “Alright then! We’re all good. I’ve got another picture for your baby book and I’ll see you next week!”

“We’ll see you.” You all moved in separate ways around the room until you parted to check out.

The process was a casual one by now and you were soon heading down an elevator to the ground floor.

The moment the doors closed and you were alone in the box, Donnie caught your chin and pulled you into a searing kiss.

Your lashes fluttered down to a close and an encouraging hum stuck in your throat.

“I love you.” He husked and broke from your lips to line kisses down your cheek.

“Y-you too, but what…?”

He nipped at your pulse and must have felt it flutter.

“Donnie…”

There was a ding announcing the floor and you expected him to disengage, but he didn’t. Instead, he shifted position around you so he could be curled into your side with one firm hand held flat to your stomach.

The door opened on an unsuspecting pair of women, who startled.

You felt the tug to follow their eyes which led to your mate’s icy stare.

“S-sorry!” You squeaked out. “We’ll get out of your way!”

You broke free from Donnie before he could stop you and caught his hand in a backswing. You tugged him along and felt him try to throw menace at the people who were clearly going up to Dr. Kuro’s office themselves. You made it all the way outside where Donnie wove behind you like a serpent. People took wide arcs to get out of your way and you just knew he was glaring them all down.

You steered him into the first inlet and turned on him. “What are you doing?!”

He immediately softened at the sight of you, annoyed or not.

“You missed your heat, didn’t you?” You patted his cheeks.

“I did.”

“Then what’s this? Hot and heavy in the elevator and then, what was that? You’re being all possessive.”

He looked down to your lips and thought upon them.

You dipped down so he would have to look you in the eye.

“The first is a simple explanation: blood flow.”

You moved your hands along his jaw until your thumbs pressed into his cheeks.

“Rich and thick with it.” His eyes lost focus in euphoria before they returned for clinical attention. “You smell incredible. Different notes than ovulation, but as enticing. You've been flush with that scent the last few weeks, but the exam.”

“I’ve been too stressed and we haven’t done it in…”

You had to think.

“I don’t… now how long?” You admitted, surprising yourself.

“I’m not left wanting.”

“You’re not hard up?” Your smile turned a little sly.

“Obviously not.” He churred as he drew closer.

“You just like the smell?”

“I haven’t intercepted.” His brow cocked with his point.

That was true.

He’d been nothing but supportive while your emotions were up and down with worry.

The only way he was ever intrusive was in touching your bump, but that never seemed sexual to you.

In fact.

You looked down your body and found his hand sneakily set against your abdomen.

It had become so commonplace that you hadn’t even realized he’d done it.

The burbling warmth seemed to flow from his palm.

You felt secure even just tucked in with him on an otherwise busy street.

“See…?” He spoke heat across your cheek and into your ear. “You called for me.”

The little hairs on the back of your neck perked up.

You supposed you were feeling warm in all its senses.

The one now was something a little new.

It had something to do with a strength of bond and maybe the specific cocktail of chemicals flowing through your brain, but you could easily see yourself giving over to his hands.

The ones that held you.

Supported you.

“The possessiveness…?” You whispered to him.

He was kissing behind your ear. “Unsure. Instinct?”

“Do softshells do that?”

He shook his head once before he paused. “Territorial.”

You hummed and tucked your hands into his sides.

He wriggled to be better in your hold. “Your physical reactions have slowed.”

“You think you’re getting protective because of that? Because I’m at some unknown risk the bigger I get?”

“Not enough data.” His lips trailed your neck. “Wanna take you home.”

You tried not to melt against him. “We can’t.”

“Let’s cancel.” He removed himself just to send you his heated plea.

You almost gave in and had to dart your gaze away. “No… No, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s new look is ready. You’ve both worked hard on it. He’s waiting.”

“He’ll continue to operate…” Donnie churred to encourage you.

You caught the hinge between his carapace and plastron and pushed. “No, we promised.”

Donnie pushed his churr as far as it would go.

The excitement bubbled up where his hand rubbed gently against your belly. “Don, stop…”

His question grew.

“No.” You took a breath to solidify your decision. “No. We gotta meet Shelly. It’s important. We’re testing it in public to make sure it works.”

Your mate swallowed to tuck away his displeasure and gave you a little space. “Alright.”

“Yeah?” You checked in with him.

He gave one nod that read to you as honest and you stroked down his sides in thanks.

This time he writhed into a shudder. “Darling, please.”

“I won’t make it harder.” You released, moved to take a step, and offered him your hand.

It pulled your belly from his grip and he dodged your appendage to grab that instead.

“We can’t walk like this.” You told him dryly.

“We could…” He seemed to be searching for a way.

“No. C’mon.” You grabbed his hand yourself and moved to lead.

Donnie wasn’t left behind and quickly fell in a little too close. You kept a certain angle away from him so he wouldn’t try to fondle your torso. For that, he sulked a little as it also took your bump from his vision, but you were able to get far enough down the road and a few turns until you got to the restaurant you were meeting S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

“Okay…” You searched for your son. “He said-”

Your mouth hung open and it felt a little like your breath had been taken away.

Standing beside the door and looking at a phone in his hand was a near identical version of your husband, only human. It was a sight you hadn’t seen since all the way back to your honeymoon. Donnie’s distaste for the cloaking brooch had been obvious, but there was advantage. One of which was a human butt was better suited for long plane rides. Since you hadn’t exactly taken one of those since, you hadn’t seen much in the way of that hyde of your husband until now. A slightly shorter version of what seemed like said man squinted at his screen. It brought on a new sense of déjà vu. It was you, you found as you got closer. It was the you that had looked at your skin in the mirror this morning when you got ready.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had your eyes.

You didn’t have enough of Donnie and openly groped for him.

He happily offered himself.

You caught his sweater with both hands. “You…! He…!”

“I believe he was clear once.” Donnie murmured distilled affection. “He ran calculations to take after both parents.”

Your eyes felt enormous as you turned them on your mate.

Whatever fervor he had for you fell off at your watery state. “My heart…”

“I’m okay. Happy. So happy. I’m going to-!” You moved to rush your son, but hadn’t looked where you were going in your excitement.

A random man had manifested by your side and, as you saw him, he disappeared just as fast.

You blinked as your foot came down into the empty space and you heard a yelp.

“P-put me d-down!! What?!”

You found the man squawking and your mate holding him up by the scruff of his shirt.

Donnie looked like he had just kept himself from outright flinging the man away.

“I’m sorry, sir!” You patted your husband to soothe him. “I’m just… Uh…”

You pivoted your hips to accentuate your bump.

He glanced at it and Donnie with some confusion as he was put back on the ground.

“That’s…! Congratulations, but watch where you’re going!”

“I will. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry, my shirt’s sorry…” He grumbled and tried to check his collar as he moved away.

“You would have killed him.” You told Donnie as soon as the man was out of earshot.

“I didn’t.” Donnie was on clear edge.

“Didn’t what?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s voice sounded in your ear.

“You rascal!” You jumped him.

“Ah! Mom! Wait!”

The moment you threw your arms around his neck, his human image pixelated around your form.

“Oops! You told me about this…” You pulled away.

Donnie’s hand appeared on your back. “An illusion.”

“He looks human because of the light construction. You confirmed what you remembered. “Sort of like the holograms.”

“Yeah!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. bobbed. “It’s like a video feed that’s being projected onto my bipedal form. It gets tricky in the gaps so my clothes are real!”

He gestured to his svelte waist where his shirt swung side to side around his usual casing.

“I’ve been thinking of it like a second skin.” He looked over his limbs. “LIke I’m wearing a costume or a suit, and ah! It’s so cool! I look like I have skin! Real skin! There’s little skin imperfections. You know? From the skin!”

He was buzzing and you smiled on.

“But yeah, it’s a thin digital layer that clings to me.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. demonstrated touching his own forearm and, after he passed straight through to his metal casing, there was the faintest amount of digital fuzz from the image being disrupted. “We got real close on the hands though. I had to swap out some new five finger ones for the illusion, but I want to hold my sibling’s hand! I can pick them up! In public! No one will think I’m some scary robot abducting a child! I can hold things against my chest because of the clothes so that won’t look off at all.”

“I didn’t know you’d be human…” You told him, almost not wanting to interrupt.

“I’m glad dad kept it a surprise.” He gleamed a row of pearly whites.

The way his smile pinched his cheeks reminded you of yourself and you were overcome again.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. blinked rapidly and there was a faint fuchsia hue to his eyes. “Is that good? A good cry?”

He checked with Donnie who gave an approving nod.

“You look like me!” You choked out.

“Aww…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. encouraged you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You hungry? My treat! Ah! I can say that! I’m gonna totally order! I technically already did! I got a bagel this morning after the guy suggested one; it was crazy-!”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. went on with his story and how he had walked the city to get here. Besides almost running into a half dozen people, he had enjoyed a level of anonymity that he had never experienced before. While he went on with his conversation, you were as present as you could be amongst how distracting he was.

Besides small likenesses, it was like S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had also somehow downloaded your mannerisms. You saw ghosts of yourself as he moved certain ways and each time it shot through your very being. He was already yours, but he was also currently a view of your future. The hue of your baby’s skin wasn’t something that could be picked up on an ultrasound, so in your mind S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. represented what they could look like.

The only thing you knew for sure were the fingers, the toes, and that they had a carapace, after all.

A cloaking brooch might be useful for that latter but whether your child used one was going to be a long and changing discussion. You had a feeling they might go through phases and you had already reserved a stone for them. It was technically Donnie’s, but he cared little for the thing and was ready to retrofit the armband into whatever form would be requested.

That unknown shape of jewelry also represented your child. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s form was one option, but there were any number of variables. You had no idea how much they were going to look like you or Donnie. All you knew is they would be someone totally new and you couldn’t wait to meet them.

You must have ordered at some point because food came out.

You ate and it tasted wonderful.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was forking pieces into his mouth without chewing.

Donnie scolded him about finer details.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. argued he was getting used to having a cavity for food to go.

That was something else he had installed to help enforce the human illusion. Without gesticulation, his fixed jaw had apparently made the human speech movements appear uncanny. He still didn’t need it because of his speaker, but it opened up a new possibility. Instead of politely excusing meals, he was given a small cache down his throat so he could pretend to eat as well.

They went back and forth and you found yourself sentimental. This moment here was special. There was another version of this that would occur again in the future, but it had an additional participant. You were nostalgic for something that hadn’t even happened yet.

You had a baby right in front of you and you had one growing inside. You were awash with warmth that translated inside and out. You drank water in hopes of cooling it, but it only seemed to go straight to your eyes.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. smiled at you.

It was like he knew.

You sent him one back and refused to loose tears.

“My love…?” Donnie scooted his chair closer.

“I’m okay.” You told him and didn’t miss how he got his arm around you.

His hand landed right on your belly.

“I’m just so happy…” You tried not to laugh the tears out.

“Hey dad, we need to adjust emotes. I’ll need a cry function.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. studied you.

You jarred with a little frown. “I don’t cry that much…”

“Emotes?” Donnie looked on with disdain.

“Maybe you didn’t cry much before, but lately…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gave you a sly eye before turning on his father. “Emote is a thing. It’s a verb!”

“You did not use it as such.” Donnie eyed him.

“Okay, it’s a gaming thing, but it means the same! It doesn’t matter! I need more!”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sent you a weary expression he shifted right back to an excited face.

“But I don’t have a tear animation.”

“Shelly, it’s the hormones…” You argued.

“Then what’s dad’s excuse?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. stuck out his tongue and seemed excited for it.

“I did not program that!” Donnie hissed and held you closer. “You’re projecting a live feed! You tamper with projections fine alone!

“I want it to look real.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. whined. “You know what the real stuff looks like!”

“Have we been crying that much?” You checked with Donnie.

He shared a raw look with you.

“I don’t want to pull from movies or whatever! That’s acting! Babies learn emotions by observation and emulation. If I can’t emulate good enough then how can I be a good role model!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. huffed.

Donnie rubbed your stomach like it gave him strength. “You have our archival footage.”

“Someone thinks it’s creepy.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. pouted and sulked far down into his seat with his arms crossed even though it made them fizzle.

Donnie looked at you.

You had to think where that came from. “Oh, Coral said that.”

“It’s not fair.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. huffed.

“You were listening in.” You told him.

“By design.” Donnie looked between the pair of you with equal reproach.

“I only want to use the footage if I have to!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. complained.

“Don’t let Coral make you feel bad. She’s just like that.” You urged him.

“Tell me you continue to monitor.” Donnie glowered across the table and was close to pulling you into his lap.

“Stop. Possessive.” You squirmed against him.

“Yeah, yeah.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. turned his head.

“And you wish to be a role model.” Donnie bit back.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shot upright. “I will be!”

“Your attitude.” Donnie spat.

“You’re really going to try to raise another kid to blindly obey you?”

“Don’t you dare-!”

“Will you chip them too!?”

Donnie reared.

With a screech of your chair legs against the floor, all sound ceased around you.

You threw your napkin down in your chair for the sake of it and tossed a finger into Donnie’s face. “Stubborn! Welcome to the rest of your life! Kids push back! You will not keep fighting like this when it happens!”

You rounded his seat and he tried to spin around to chase you, but got caught up in your abandoned chair.

“And you!” you stormed up to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. in the same manner. “You’re the same way! Both of you! Resorting to low blows! I don’t want either of you passing that down! And this chip thing? It’s a tracker, right?! How long ago was it?”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was torn and looked wounded. “Ten… years ago…?”

“Why are you still trying to make him feel bad for it? Does it help!? Do you honestly think he’s going to do that?! To you? To anyone else?!”

He grew more distressed.

“You said you didn’t need to forgive him or his penance or whatever. I know you know how scared he is about treating anyone else like he treated you.”

Fresh tears dotted his eyes.

“Shelly…” You hugged him.

He clung to you.

“It’s a bad time to say those tears you just made do look authentic.”

“I didn’t even make them on purpose.” He whined.

“I don’t want you to change, but I do want you to think a little about what you say. You’re right. The baby is going to want to emulate you. Do you want them to act like that?”

You pulled away to check on him and fat tears were rolling down his cheeks.

Your instinct was to wipe them, but you knew they weren’t real.

The emotions there were.

You held his shoulders firmly. “I love you, you know that, right?”

He nodded and sniffled.

“And standing up made me have to pee so…” You looked at Donnie.

Your mate was painted with regret for what had occurred and gave you a small nod that you were okay to go.

He would take care of this.

You gave him a small bow of your head to defer to him before you headed to the restroom.

You could hear S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. round the table and there were equal apologies shared as the two began to discuss.

They were ready, you knew as you located the bathroom door.

They would always be a pair and they would always be like this to a point.

You chose the cleanest stall.

They were growing more mindful already.

Big changes came with growing pains.

You knew that well and tapped your stomach.

Despite the aches, everyone was eager for the adjustment.

To make room in their lives.

It was evident in what you all did.

You wiped up and went to wash your hands.

As you bump almost touched the edge of the sink, you saw yourself helping a small child learn to wash their hands.

Exiting the bathroom with them chattering about how they did it in near unintelligible speech.

Going back to the table where Donnie and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had had a similar, albeit much quieter tiff.

How they made up faster each time and the frequency had dropped to nothing.

The joy on a child’s face as they shared how good they had done with their brother.

Sitting down with Donnie.

Him covertly leaning into you to tell you that all was well.

You looking over him with approval and wanting more.

Another baby.

This moment to happen again anew with another addition.

Nostalgia for things that hadn’t quite happened.

That flush feeling was back and you felt like you were glowing.

The you in the mirror agreed.

You looked pretty standing in this semi-posh bathroom. Donnie hadn’t mentioned your looks, but he always thought you were a vision. He liked your current smell and not your radiance. You watched your fingers come up and touch your pert cheeks. The blood flow connected there and you turned to exit.

It was a short trip back to the table where S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and Donnie were in their respective seats and discussing something.

“You need to put seat belts in the car.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. leveled with a hand to the table.

Donnie glanced at you. “Adjustable ones for children.”

“For everyone!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hawed.

This wasn’t a topic you expected and you shared that with Donnie.

“He has thoughts of baby proofing.” Your mate looked up with a bitter expression.

“I agree with the seat belt thing.” You spoke immediately.

Donnie chuffed his offense.

“It’s scary!” You told S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

“I want one for car rides.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. agreed.

“And exactly where are you going?” Donnie turned dull eyes on his son since you had abandoned him.

“Road trips.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. smirked. “Informational ones to national parks and monuments.”

The idea of experiential learning hit Donnie deep in his pleasure centers and his wide gaze slammed right into the table.

“We’ll do yearly ones for summer breaks!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. told you.

“Between school years.” You took your seat.

“How many pee breaks do you think you’ll need then?” He chided.

You shot him a warning glance.

He gave a grin of all teeth.

“I’ll torture you with all the gross details. Want to hear about my pelvic floor?” You tested.

“Kegels?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. blew a raspberry and lit up for his ability to do so.

You approved with a tip of your chin.

He tittered in his seat.

Donnie crept closer to you.

“Okay, that brings up a good question though! What do I find gross…?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. wondered aloud.

Your husband had been dealt his own idealized future and you bet he was coming to share his joy with you.

“I mean I don’t care for your fluids…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. went on.

Donnie was so hunched that his chin pressed your shoulder.

“Hi.” You whispered to him.

“But I understand the mechanism of waste so that’s not super nasty…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. continued.

“Hey.” Donnie murmured with his head down.

You searched your bond and found him withholding his emotion.

“Yeah, no, poop and stuff. That’s whatever.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. decided.

You nudged Donnie’s head.

“What’s gross!?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. grumbled.

Donnie looked up at you.

“I know I’ve said something was gross before!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. complained.

His gaze was molten and that heat shot not just through to your belly, but down between your legs.

“I said it as a joke, but sometimes jokes are like… ya know…? Real!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. laughed to himself.

“I want a full car.” Donnie spoke in a voice only for you.

It thundered in your ears.

Your stomach flipped and it surely jostled your baby.

Your cheeks boiled on contact and, for one shy moment, you thought he had heard your thoughts in the bathroom.

He of all men existed to fulfill that desire.

“Oh, right.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s voice was caustic and broke through to both of you. “How could I forget?”

You and Donnie looked and your cheeks nearly touched.

“Sex and all that icky stuff that goes with it. That’s what’s gross.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s mouth hung open and his tongue lolled out.

You turned away to your own horror.

You felt like a teenager too embarrassed to confront your misdeeds.

“Is a sibling worth what you two had to do to make it!?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. whined.

Donnie’s hand was on your bump again.

The contact kept your heart rate up and you returned to the table to find S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. making eye contact with someone off to the side.

“Yeah, I don’t know, but I’ve lost my appetite!” He snickered to himself. “Always wanted to say that.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. waved.

You saw a waiter move in time.

“Check please!” Your son leaned back in his chair.

You almost wanted to apologize, but you decided you had no reason to.

Donnie kissed your shoulder before lifting his head. “I’ll add seat belts.”

His arm scalded your back.

“Score!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. bounced forward. “I wrote some safety code for the auto pilot too.”

His hip barely touched yours.

“Add it.”

You moved so your legs were flush.

“Without review?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s head tilted curiously.

Donnie’s boot tapped your shoe.

“I’ve agreed to your addition. If further measures fall in line.” Donnie slipped into his rehearsed stoicism.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s eyes darted and it was obvious he was thinking of what else he could reprogram.

The server finally arrived with your bill and your son paid the tab. He had a card chip in his palm, much to the waiter’s minor horror, and you were soon out the door. You stayed close to Donnie as you weren’t past your filthy thoughts. They persevered in numbers of children you wanted to have and you felt all the worse for having them when your son had just voiced his displeasure with the method to make them.

“Have fun.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. told you in a hug despite his flickering image.

He knew and you were more mortified. “We’ll see you soon.”

“Yup!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. released you and tackled Donnie who was waiting by the curb.

They shared a few lines that were basically pre-recorded before S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. waved the pair of you off to walk the city.

“Remind me to check CCTV footage regarding his misdeeds.” Donnie watched after his son.

You saw the car pull up and obviously lied. “Sure.”

He came around to appraise you with lowered lids.

You got the door for him. “After you.”

The wanting leaked in your voice, but your mate didn’t obviously react.

His head lowered because it had to and he got into the vehicle.

You followed in after him and waited for the moment he’d pounce.

He didn’t.

He sat starched. You bet it was the seat belts and tried to resign yourself. The car took off and you closed your eyes. You didn’t necessarily will the horniness away, but you meant to contend with it.

Until Donnie’s hand landed on your bump.

You looked at his hand and then him, but he was sitting the same way. This was his version of protection for the time being. You let him focus on that and returned to where he was touching you. It was an agonizingly short journey for those fingers to go lower. He could easily both palm where he wanted and tuck into your waistband. His long digits might not make it inside at this angle, but he could absolutely rub a pertinent sensitive nub that currently ached for him.

Excess blood flow, you thought in a daze.

It was making you especially sensitive and the thought of a copped feel wasn’t enough. You wanted to see his head between your legs as he licked up. You would watch his beak appear slick with your juices and feel his tongue quirk between your folds. He swirled and sucked exactly how you always wanted him to and you would shove him down to put him back into his place of service.

You squirmed in your seat and felt how soaked you were.

It had to have been just in the short time since you got back from the bathroom, but you were a little too distracted for humiliation.

The car was still driving and you were at least ten more minutes away from your destination. It would be agony to wait all that time and still have another distance to contend with to get to your front door. You could request Donnie carry you to the apartment, but it felt impossible when you hadn’t even asked him to finger you yet. He must have smelled your desire on the way into the car and you bet it fogged up the cabin now. Still, he sat with good posture beside you and you reached up to hold his hand to your bump.

His fingers were twitchy beneath yours. His skin was soft and you stroked it for the sake of it. It conjured memories of where it could easily slip inside you and you sucked your bottom lip. You could pull his fingers up and suck those instead, but his grip on you was one you didn’t dare move.

You finally looked at him. The vision of him appeared in a blink and he was staring ahead as if he were reading. The thought occurred to you that he might be watching something, but a tip of your head found his glasses empty. They sat in their static hues which meant he was lost in his thoughts. You weren’t exactly sure what they were, but their prolonged nature made you wonder if they were anxious.

You reached for him through your wedding band with a question.

He responded with only affection.

It was incongruent with his visage and so you sent more.

He blinked for what seemed like the first time in a while before he did his own turn.

His gaze was inky black.

A look so dark and thick that you almost couldn’t believe you hadn’t put together he was having the same thoughts. You’d fondled each other in the car before, so you had just assumed that if that was his intention he would have acted on it. He had no issue with the public after his stunt in the elevator, so that meant it had to be the safety concerns with the car holding him back.

“Almost home.” You told him in something that was close to a supplication.

“Will we make it?” His voice was gravel.

“Is it that bad if we don’t?”

His eyes closed and he gave a desperate churr.

“Talk to me.”

“Gonna sink into your heat.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Need to hold you.” His fingers flexed on your tummy.

“Yeah?”

“Take you from behind, support that weight.” His other hand flinched at his side. “The weight of my kid. Our kid.”

He tipped his head back to openly moan.

You got caught on an involuntary whine at the sound.

“Bend you over, fuck you until your legs give out. Keep your ass up so I can keep plowing it. Over and over.” He snarled softly.

“Bite me.”

“Mark you.” He glanced at you.

“Hard. Don’t be gentle. The protectiveness, it’s hot in a way, but I’m not fragile. Please.”

He nodded. “Pretty bruises.”

They’d last until your next OBGYN appointment and you had an abysmal thought about how Dr. Kuro would react to those.

“Not your bump.”

“No. Of course.”

He swallowed relief.

“Anywhere else…?”

“Back. Lower. Beside the spine.”

“Why there?”

“My eyes only.”

There were a few of those so you didn’t really care and squeezed his hand.

“Throat. Shoulders. Arms. Between your breasts.”

“A lot…”

“A lot.” He confirmed.

The car pulled up to a curb and you missed the handle as your palms were sweaty. You caught it on the second try and almost tumbled out of the vehicle. Donnie helped stabilize you and you got safely onto the curb. He followed and slammed the door shut before ushering you into the building. He was sheltering you with the bulk of his form and his hand to your stomach.

You could walk like this, an absent thought said.

“Take me.” You told him as soon as you hit the lobby.

He took great care in bending forward. It was an honor-bound bow and one of his arms swept outward. It came for a secure tuck behind your legs and the other moved to your back. In a fluid motion, you were lifted up into a bundle in his arms and your bump sat safely in the middle. He gave it one longing look before he leapt once for the stairwell, twice for the landings, and then twice more for your floor and the hall.

The handle was flicked open more than properly turned.

It swung open to your apartment and you were set onto your feet for a moment only to be slid on skidding sneakers right through the threshold. Only partially disoriented as he kept your weight stable, the last thing you heard was a click of the door closing before he got into your pants.

A single snap undid them and they dropped to the floor. He made quick work of his the same way and encouraged you to arch. You bent your spine for him to offer your ass and he took one hip in a crushing force. The pressure felt satisfying and his other came around in a contrasting caress to your bump. You felt him squat around you before his dick lined up behind the quirk of your ass and he expertly sank in.

You were wet and split without near enough leverage to push back on the cock you craved.

Donnie spun you around so you had the door and you slammed your hands against it. He worked for a few thrusts to get properly seated before he bit straight through your top. The bra strap snapped through his incisors and he renewed your mating mark in one bubbling pant. That rich blood that oozed through all of you percolated there and he set a harsh tempo.

You saw flecks dance in the corners of your vision. Your sensitivity was way higher than you imagined it should be even with the desire. He wasn’t quite at a right angle to be hitting your g-spot, but it felt as if he could have been. Pleasure pulsed around his cock and further inside to all your walls. Every inch of you garnered that responsiveness and you babbled out.

“There! No! There! Ah! Donnie! Fuck! Harder! Yes!”

He kicked your legs further apart for access and you felt his knees bend to accommodate. You clawed into the wood of the door and he unhinged his jaw to churr straight into your ear. The sound traveled through your thick veins and down to where the pounding summoned it. Heat ran track through your limbs and the dampness from your wound seeped out in a trickle for more.

Your shirt was torn off and he made good on the bruises. He started just as he said with your lower back and his thumb. He pressed straight through the muscle until it popped vessels through the chords and you came right then from the pain.

He stopped and you milked his cock with little weepy noises.

You didn’t exactly leave your body so there was nowhere to return to, but when the shrouds of clarity opened up you were similarly confused.

“More…?” You asked.

His thumb was still buried into your back. “Yeah?”

“A lot more.” You nodded and rolled your hips the best you could.

You were a vice on him as he switched hands. One was clearly longing to support your baby and helped distribute the boiling heat of his palm while the other came up around your esophagus. He could get nearly the whole of your neck in his hand and he squeezed enough that your tongue lolled out. Your oxygen stayed a steady flow, but the little flexes pressed your jugular. The skips in that intense flow made your head spin and you couldn’t exactly pinpoint if you came then or he spiked the falling action of your last orgasm.

He released with a drop off your neck and onto your shoulder and was clearly reluctant to abandon your bump, but did so momentarily to catch both your shoulders. He steered you in that way, a hand on each trapezius, and used it as a handle to fuck up into you. He must have almost been sitting for the angle he achieved and it sent him to your depths. Your baby was in there; the one he made possible and you cried out his possession as his nails sank into your weeping mating mark.

He lightly tore the flesh from you and you dropped your center of gravity on him which sent him to the floor. His feet now out, you were skewered on his cock and he released to spin you. You came face to face where you wore twin crazed expressions and you offered up your chest for his next bruise. He came forward with eyes that never left yours and showed you a bit of teeth as his mouth opened. He latched right onto your sternum and sucked a clean row of hickeys there.

You took over bouncing on his member in the meantime, but couldn’t garner that same intensity. Your pussy ached for punishment and you switched to a roll for the sake of it. He scrubbed you out with his glans and it was more fingers trying to hold your uterus. He was incessant in that way and he released you with a pop and string of saliva that dripped down for an icy cold sliver across your belly.

He watched it with dark intent before he raised up to view you.

You shared a look of love and you got a tender kiss before you were flipped over.

He got you on your hands and knees without ever pulling out and then wrapped himself around you. He was the safety belt, one that would let nothing happen to your growing child, and his plastron carved out more of your back. You would bleed lines of him, permanently stained, just as your insides were forever prepared for him. You’d be ready whenever it was safe again after birth, to take his potent seed a second time.

And maybe a third.

Would a fourth be too much?

Five seemed like a nice number.

You came the moment his cock reached the vicinity of your g-spot and it tore through you with the same ferocity. In your current position, you let your ferality out and opened up to what that sounded like. It was a guttural howl of sorts that came deep from within the basin of your chest. It didn’t spook your mate, but you could tell your winding tightness forced him to pause and carry you through it.

When you could make human noises again it was you panting, “What the fuck is going on?”

He shook his head against your back. “Hormones. Blood. In fact…”

He awkwardly shifted his arms like someone trying to drive with their elbows. He managed with his reach to keep part of his limbs to your bump and freed up his hands to cup both of your breasts in tandem. You felt sparks fly off your chest and a pain far worse than any wound he had inflicted so far exploded when his palms grazed your nipples.

You must have screamed with a new tenor because he flinched away. “Bad?”

“Bad! Too much! How’s that too much!?”

“Sensitive.” He churred and went right back to cradling your hanging stomach.

“Deeper!” You bounced your ass and he obliged. “Take that pain away!”

He would do so straight to the floor, you decided, as your arms tingled.

Soon.

The blood was necessary elsewhere.

His teeth found your vertebrae and you cried out.

Another orgasm loomed and you welcomed it.

Not quite delirium, you felt your mate bite you and you saw the aftermath of the marks.

They’d look just as gorgeous in your next reflection.

With all that blood, they’d bloom in time.

Through stages of purple you hadn’t decided on yet.

Ones you wouldn’t.

Ones for the future.

Ones for growing now.

You yearned for both.

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