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Bayverse! Donatello x Reader

It was pure luck that they got to meet you, or perhaps it was fate. It all started with Kevin, their pizza guy. He was reliable, didn't particularly care that they were turtles. He simply did his job and kept it moving. A true New Yorker, through and through. But tonight, Kevin called in sick, and your boss asked you to do the deliveries. At first you didn't want to, it was late, and you didn't like walking around at night. But he promised that he'd only send you on local runs, and so you caved.

This was your last delivery of the night, and you were in a good mood. The heat that seemed to cling to every part of this awful city was finally dissipating, you had been given a twenty-dollar tip, and your boss' wife had offered you the last batch of cannoli's and a ride to your apartment over in East Flatbush. Things were good, great even.

The instructions had been a bit sketchy, even more so when the caller learned that Kevin wasn't going to be delivering. They, you could hear an amalgamation of voices on the other side of the call, tried their best to convince you to leave the pizza at a designated spot and they were to leave the money in that exact same spot.

You knew it was a scam so you threatened to hang up, but eventually, after a lot of infighting, they gave up and still placed an order for four extra large pies. You were sure to slip your mace into the pocket of your leggings before leaving.

You were expecting a group of teenage boys, not four overly grown mutant turtles.

It was a pleasant surprise. Perhaps it was your neurodivergence, but you weren't really that thrown off when Mikey had appeared from the shadows, rambling on and on about how starved he was. It took a few minutes for your head to wrap around it, but when it did you immediately blurted out that this was perhaps the best thing that could have ever happened.

"Giant, humanoid turtles!" you had shouted, letting go of the pizzas when Leo grabbed them.

"We're ninjas too!" Mikey had announced, seemingly just as excited as you were.

"Ninjas!" you repeated, as if it was the most incredible thing.

Donnie sat you down a few hours later, after you had clocked out and secured your box of cannoli's, to tell you that you had gone into shock. Perhaps were still in shock.

"Oh," you said, offering him a cannoli. "Does this mean we can't be friends?"

It was probably in that moment, sharing a cannoli with you in the middle of an alley in Brooklyn, that Donatello first found himself falling for you.

You and Mikey, you two were like two peas in a pod. Whenever he had a plan he would make sure to run it by you first. Were it pranks, a sick new choreograph, or maybe an idea for a comic book that he would forget about in a week, you were his partner in crime.

There was never a time when they felt like you judged them, made them feel like they were beneath you for being... different. You weren't like April, who was a bit more reserved. No, you embraced their quirks and their unique abilities. And that was something that Donnie found incredibly attractive.

He could talk to you for hours and you would sit and listen, you would ask questions, beg him to show you, to teach you. You were amazed at his skills, and he was enraptured with you. Late nights in the lab, where he would show you how to code, or build your own gadgets were his favorites. Then the rest of his family would fall asleep, and suddenly it was just you and him, the only two people in the world.

It was only natural that you would ask to go on patrol with them, He could see the curiosity in your eyes, anyone could. The answer was no, of course. What they did was dangerous, they got hurt. Raphael had a cracked shell that had almost taken his life, April had a scar on her bicep from getting stabbed. That was considered getting lucky. You were fragile, you would get hurt. He wouldn't allow it. He would not be responsible for putting you in danger.

"I'm not asking you to throw me into the middle of a battle, but I want to be a part of this as well. I don't want to be left out." You said, standing in front of him with your arms crossed.

He simply walked around you, itching to get on his computer. "No." is all he says, his mind made up.

"Donnie, come on." you whine, following to his lab.

"It's dangerous, you don't know what you're asking."

"I've been training with Raph and Leo, they said I'm good, that-"

"Good isn't great, Good isn't going to keep you safe."

He feels your fingers wrap around his forearm, the heat of your skin sinking into his as you stop him in his tracks. "You'll keep me safe, wont you?"

It's a dirty move, but the words go straight to his heart, making him flustered. Of course he would keep you safe. He would do anything to keep you safe. But he wasn't about to cave in. "You're not coming with us, that's final." He gently peels your fingers off of him.

"Please Donnie?" you whisper, stepping closer to him.

He has to swallow, has to stop himself from giving in to your plea. "I can't. I'm sorry. It's too risky. If you want to help, I can show you how to do that from the safety of the base. You can work at the computer, you can-"

This time you interrupt him, taking another step closer. He can smell the faint scent of your bodywash, feel the warmth that radiates off of you. It makes him swallow hard. He's being doing so good with keeping his feelings in check, but whenever you got too close things became difficult.

"Donnie I want to help. I'll be safe, I'll be careful. I'll do whatever you say, no questions asked. Please."

He found out a while ago that he had a weakness for begging. For the way your voice would slightly go up an octave, your eyebrows knitting together, the way your pupils would dilate. It made it impossible to say no to you. So he caved, weak to your pleading.

"Fine, but you stay with me at all times. You don't go off on your own, you don't engage with the enemy. You stay hidden and you let us do our job. Understood?"

You break into a wide smile, throwing your arms around his waist. "Thank you! Thank you!" you say, happiness bubbling your words.

With your face pressed against his chest and your hands interlocked just below his shell, Donnie feels his heart start to pound. It's like his brain malfunctions, and he's unable to think about anything but the way your body seems to fit so perfectly against his. He's never been hugged like this, never had someone hold onto him like they never want to let go. It's both exhilarating and terrifying.

His hand comes up to the back of your head, and he lets his fingers slip through your hair as he holds you in place.

He couldn't have picked a better night to show you the ropes. It's a rare occurrence that the city is so quiet and dead, but tonight is one of those. Donnie has glued himself to your side, choosing to ignore the teases from his brothers. He shows you things that are important, but always overlooked.

Things like where to hide, how to stay silent and unseen, and how to stay aware of your surroundings. He explains the importance of being patient and waiting for the right moment to strike. You listen to him with rapt attention, eager to learn all that you can from him. But the intense eye contact makes him nervous, and he stumbles over his words.

The night seems to fly by, and after stopping a robbery Leo calls it a night.

Raphael shoots him a look, a cocky smirk on his face as he throws his arm around Mikey. "Let's go Mikey, It's starting to feel a bit too romantic around here." Raphael says, chuckling as he pulls Mikey along.

Mikey waves at you, the same shit eating grin on his face. "See ya later, babes!"

You wave goodbye to both of them, and Donnie is fully aware of the blush on your cheeks as you turn around to face him. "We should celebrate!" you say, taking his hand.

His fingers are too big, and they swallow your hand." Sure," he whispers, unable to take his eyes off of them. "How do you want to celebrate?"

You tug, and he lets you pull him along the alley. "I saw a Mister Softee truck a couple blocks away. Lets go check if its still there!"

Donnie can't help but smile at your excitement, feeling his own heart start to race with anticipation. As you lead him towards the ice cream truck, he takes a moment to admire your beauty. The way your hair falls around your face, the way your eyes light up with joy at the prospect of ice cream. He can't help but feel a wave of emotion wash over him, a feeling he's been struggling to understand for some time now. He knows what it is, but he doesn't know if its something he's allowed to feel.

He waits for you in the shadows of the alley as you order the ice cream, his eyes glued down to his hand. He can feel the ghost of your touch still and it makes his stomach flip. He's never really had a... crush before, seeing as he was a talking mutant turtle living in the sewers. But he's seen enough movies, read enough books that he knows that he's in love with you. That his heightened heart rate, nervous behaviour, and constant desire to touch you, see you, hear you are all just symptoms of love.

Because at the end of the day, that's what he feels for you. But he's... well he's a freak and you're human. Even if you're friends, he knows you would never fall so low as to fall in love with him.

You come back and softly place his cup of strawberry covered soft serve into his hand. He's quick to push down his thoughts, fixing his face to match your smile.

"Come on," he says, unable to take his eyes off the way you lick at the ice cream on your knuckles. "I know the perfect place to enjoy this."

He takes you to one of his favorite spots, helps you climb the fire escape until you're both sitting on the ledge of the building, overlooking the Hudson and the Jersey lights.

You swing your legs, your eyes on the sight. You slowly eat your ice cream.

"Do you think its true?" you suddenly ask, turning to face him.

"Hmm?" He's got a mouthful and manners that prevent him from talking until he swallows.

You point at the group of people swimming in the river and he physically recoils.

"Do you think they'll end up with superpowers or something?"

He can't help but snort as he sets his empty paper cup down. "Oh it'll be something, with how dirty and disease riddled that water is I wouldn't be surprised if they become radioactive. They can kiss their health goodbye that's for sure. How much you wanna bet that they're tourists?"

You giggle, your eyes still glued on the tiny little figures splashing around the water. "It must be nice you know, being so carefree that you don't even care about the consequences. I wish I was that brave."

Maybe its the sugar running through his veins, or maybe its the damp New York heat, but Donnie feels something inside of him crumble. He's saved this city countless times, but somehow the idea of confessing to you was scarier than facing any of his enemies.

But he wants to, he has to. Sitting here with you, he realizes that he can't keep bottling up his feelings any longer. The odds are against him, but he wants to be brave. He calls out your name and you turn to look at him, dropping your head to the side.

"I like you" he blurts out, ripping the band-aid off. " As in more than just a friend. I keep thinking about you, about holding your hand." He's starting to get nervous and his mouth won't close.

"I can't seem to stop thinking about you. I like the way you laugh, the way you're so close with all of my brothers. You never judge us, you never make us feel like freaks. Even though that's exactly what we are."

"Donnie-"

He keeps rambling, tugging on the strap of his backpack. He can't look at you, too lost in his panicking thoughts to hear you trying to talk.

"And I know that there's no way you feel the same, I've ran the calculations, I've analyzed every possible scenario, and the chances are just too slim. But I can't help how I feel, and I just had to tell you. I like you so much, and I want to do all these things with you, like go on walks in the park, watch movies together, and I know we already do that but I want to experience all of those things again with you as my... girlfriend."

"Donnie can you-"

"Maybe this was a mistake, maybe I should have kept my mouth close but you look so beautiful right now and I'm just so tired of being-"

You've kissed him.

Your lips are soft and warm and so, so small against his. There's a hand on his thigh, pressing down in a way that makes him acutely aware of every single nerve in his body. He panics and scrambles back, his eyes wide.

"I..I" he stutters, unable to talk as he finally looks up at you.

You're smiling, your face flushed. "Sorry, you weren't letting me talk."

"You kissed me?" he asks, his voice coming out too high.

"I did... I... was I not supposed to?" when your smile falls, Donnie feels his stomach plummeting.

'No! No! It's not that!" he's quick to say, fixing the tilt of his glasses. "I didn't expect it. I was so sure that-"

"I like you, I've always liked you. Why do you think I spend so much time around you?"

"I just assumed-"

Its funny, how now you're the one not letting him talk. But perhaps its for the best.

"Donatello, I've been in love with you since day one."

Its like his world is crashing down around him at the same time its somehow coming into focus.

"I really, really want to kiss you again." you whisper, inching closer to him.

He swallows, and there's a tightening in his shell that heightens his senses. "I..." you're so close, and your hand comes to rest on his shoulder.

"Can I?" you ask, your breath against his face.

He nods, because it seems like it's all he's able to do and lets you break the space between them.

The kiss feels like a bolt of lightning shooting through him. He's aware of the differences between his body and yours. His scales against your skin, your nose brushing the flat curve of his face.

But in that moment, none of that matters. Where he thought your differences would create a barrier between you, they seem to have melted away. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, and he feels a jolt of pleasure at the way your body molds perfectly against his.

The kiss is slow, sweet, and even though he needs to breathe he lets you be the first one to pull away.

You're panting as you sit back on your legs, looking up at him with a smile.

Donatello's heart is pounding in his chest as he looks down at you, feeling a mix of disbelief and euphoria. He can't believe that he just kissed you, and that it felt so right. He reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his hand lingering on your cheek.

"That was... amazing," he murmurs, his voice husky with emotion. "I never thought... I never thought it could feel like that."

You smile up at him, your eyes shining. "Me neither," you admit, reaching up to take his hand in yours. "But I'm so glad it did."

Donatello leans in to kiss you again, this time with a bit more confidence. He's still a little bit unsure of himself, but he knows that he wants to explore this new territory with you.

Somehow, he ends up on top of you, his hand cradling the back of your head, his mouth on your neck.

When he takes you home, he tries his best to stop staring at the purple bruise blooming on the apex of your neck. He never meant to give you a hickey, to mark you. But he finds that he really likes the way it looks on you, like you're his.

Donnie knows that it's not appropriate, that there will be questions and awkward conversations, but he can't help the sense of pride that fills him when he sees it.

The kiss goodbye is shorter, and he waits until you reach your room and wave at him from your window to head back to the lair.

As he makes his way back, his mind is racing with thoughts and emotions. He's scared, but excited. Happy, but also uncertain about what the future holds. He knows that being with a human is uncharted territory for him and he wonders if it's possible to make it work.

When he reaches the lair, he's greeted by Leo who sits at the Dojo, cleaning his weapons.

"Sit." he says, in that big brother voice of his that he pulls out when he's about to say something very important.

Donnie takes a seat in front of him, crossing his legs.

"So," Leo starts, setting his knives down. "Wanna tell me why you look like you're on cloud nine?"

Donnie feels his face flush, but he knows he can't hide anything from Leo.

"I kissed her," he admits, a small smile spreading across his face.

Leo's eyes widen in surprise. "And?"

"And she kissed me back," Donnie answers, still feeling the warmth of your lips on his.

Leo grins. "Well, it's about time!"

Donnie feels a weight lift from his shoulders as he tells his brother everything.

[Anyways, my first ever tmnt fanfiction, super proud of myself]

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✦♡✦ Take A Break ✦♡✦

Katakuri x Fem!Reader [AO3 Link] Description: It's Katakuri's birthday but he's too busy working on paperwork, so you try to get him to take a break. Tags: Size difference, Reader is average human size, Thigh Riding, Dry Humping, Grinding, Tit job, Facial, Kata is a shy boy, Reader & Kata are married, 18+ MDNI Words: 1.5K ₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

The soft click of your heels reverberated down the hall as you searched for your husband. It was a special day today and you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him. You had looked all over the manor the two of you lived in on Komugi Island but there was only one place left that he could be.

As you approached his office door, a sigh came from you. Of course, this was where he would be, even today.

You gently opened the door to find Katakuri at his desk, grossly involved in his paperwork. His eyes didn’t even lift from the page in his hand as you entered further into the room.

“I thought I said no more interruptions.” Katakuri said gruffly, as he put the paper down to write on it, still not looking at you.

“Not even from your wife?” You asked, a light snark to your tone and your arms now crossed.

His head snapped up to look you, now standing in the middle of his office. Katakuri could only fumble out your name as he tried to gather himself, a light blush dusting the tops of his cheeks you could see over his scarf.

The two of you had been married for about six months now but he was still shy around you and you couldn’t help but revel in it. This man - basically triple your size and with this tough, badass exterior - melted every time he was alone with you. It was so endearing to you but there was also a part of you that loved to make his blush redder and redder.

A feline-like grin spread across your face as you gave him a small wave.

“S-Sorry.” He said, fiddling with the pen in his hand. “I just kept getting visits from my siblings all morning.”

“Well, it is your birthday today, my love.” You told him, that smile still on your face. His body jolted slightly and Katakuri averted his gaze, blush spreading more.

Your smile only grew.

“I didn’t know that you knew that was today...” He said softly, bringing a hand up to adjust his scarf and you quietly tracked the movement. You still had not seen what was under that piece of fabric and as much as you loved to tease the big man, even that you knew was off limits.

“Of course I know that.” You replied, taking your gaze away from his scarf and back to his still averted eyes. “You are my husband, after all.”

You started to make your way over the side of his large desk as you asked him the question on your mind.

“And with it being your birthday today, why are you cooped up in here all by yourself?”

“A-Ah, well...” He started, looking down at you as you now stood next to his seated form. “I had some down time today so I figured I could get this paperwork done.”

You nodded your head in response, looking over what you could see of the stacks of paper on his desk. You had wanted to spend some time with him before he was swept away by the family for his birthday celebration later this evening. At this rate though, with all this work, that wasn’t going to happen.

“How about taking a break?” You asked him, hopeful he’d say yes.

“Sorry, I have to get this done.” Katakuri told you, an apologetic look on his face. “M-Maybe you could sit in here with me though?”

You gave him a soft smile, liking that idea.

It was at least something, you supposed.

But after giving the room a quick glance, there wasn’t really any furniture you could sit on without his help.

“Could I be up there with you? Maybe on your lap?” You asked him, looking back up at him.

Katakuri froze, eyes wide and staring at you.

That light blush from before was now beet red and all Katakuri could respond with was small, quick nods as he reached to pick you up.

He set you gently on his thigh near his hip and checked with you that you were good. After confirming with him, Katakuri went back to his work and you watched quietly, kicking off your heels.

Being this close to him sent a shiver down your spine and you could tell by his rigidness that it was the same for your husband.

The two of you sat like that for some time - him scribbling notes or signatures on various papers and you watching, making idle chatter.

As you talked with him, your hand started to idly stroke his thigh which made his breath hitch. It made that spark inside you ignite again and you rubbed your hand along his thigh more purposefully now. His breathing picked up and it made you have to bite back a smile.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take a break?” Your tone was sultry and Katakuri’s grip on his pen was near breaking. It hadn’t been what you originally had in mind but now that you were here, you decided to shoot your shot.

“Maybe a small one won’t hurt.” He replied, his voice low and you looked back up at him to see him staring intently at you. That blush was still ever present but his eyes portrayed his arousal. You grinned up at him and shifted yourself so you straddled his thigh, facing him.

The two of you had only been intimate at night and in the privacy of your bedchamber. So, to be doing this here and now like this added another level of excitement that you knew Katakuri was also feeling.

You had been wearing a strappy dress that day and you lowered the straps to show off your breasts to him. A low groan came from him as his eyes roamed your chest.

You started to rock your hips, rubbing your clothed core against his thigh. A breathy moan escaped from your lips and you used your hands placed behind you to anchor yourself. Katakuri pressed his thigh harder against you, letting you use him to chase your pleasure. Your hips rocked faster and your head lolled back, moans spilling from you.

Katakuri could only watch you like he was in a trance. Seeing you lose yourself to the pleasure made his cock so hard it was near painful.

As you continued to rub yourself against him, you reached forward to press your hand against his cock still kept behind his leather pants. A loud groan came from your husband and you matched it as your toes curled.

You loved hearing him moan; you could almost get off on it alone. Being able to have this large man be putty in your hands was everything to you. It gave you a high like no other.

As you continued to rock your hips, you could feel your climax building in your lower stomach. Your moans pitched higher and higher until you cried out, your orgasm washing over you.

You slumped forward, your hand still pressed against Katakuri’s cock. After some deep breaths, you lifted your head up to lock eyes with him.

“I need It." You told him, panting. Katakuri’s eyes were blown wide after watching you and he just nodded in response.

He lifted you from his leg and placed you on his desk, moving the papers out of the way. You laid on your back as he stood up and removed his cock from his pants.

The two of you weren’t really able to have intercourse but you found other ways to be intimate that you both enjoyed. As Katakuri got closer, you hurriedly removed your dress and panties.

Now it was his turn to use you.

He placed his large cock against your stomach, your legs spread around it and the tip resting between your breasts. You pressed your tits together and Katakuri started to thrust, his cock rubbing up against your whole body, balls hitting your thighs and ass.

Being so overwhelmed by his massive length and the stimulation of it rubbing against your clit and nipples, you could do nothing but moan and roll your eyes back. Soon your chest was getting smeared with precum and Katakuri picked up his pace, groaning deeply.

You brought your hands up and rubbed them along his shaft as he went, making his moans near whines. In this position it didn’t take long for Katakuri to finish and you could tell by the way his body tensed that he was close.

You tightened your spread thighs around his cock and moaned out his name. Soon enough, his hot seed was shooting out of him and all over your chest and face. His cock slid off of you and he pulled back, panting as he looked you over.

You were a sexed-up mess, but you didn’t care. The way he gazed at you like you were a goddess made your heart warm.

As you came down from your high and you were able to take in your current state, a smile spread across your face once more.

“Well, I don’t think I can show up to your birthday party looking like this.”

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⟡ ֺ 𓂂 headcanons , getting their ass smacked/groped by their s/o.

✸ characters! . . . katakuri, zoro & sanji.

✸ cw(s)! . . . light nsfw. groping. ass smacking. writing subji again oml. no pronouns used. not proofread. minors DNI.

✸ notes! . . . you guys stop letting me write for sanji like this. it’s not good for my mental health.😪😪 thank you for requesting !!<3

there aren’t many opportunities where you can actually sneak up on katakuri, you know...being able to see the future and all. however, you actually managed to pull it off

coming up behind him to give him a hug as he was washing dishes. so lost in your warm touch, when you lightly smack his ass and disappear off to your shared bedroom, he just freezes

dish still in hand, blush spreading across his cheeks. he implodes on himself. you broke the poor guy

he tries to hide his blush from you, pretending it didn’t have an effect on him

he’s lying. it did.

he’s discovering more and more things about himself he never would have believed he’d be into

being pushed around and teased by you being another one of those

when you walk past him on the deck of the sunny and give him a quick smack to the ass, his eye widens. he’s caught completely off guard for a moment before smirking

you don’t make it any better by telling him “nice ass”

but oh this isn’t over. he’s already planning to get you back, you can already tell from the smirk on his face

the two of you make a fun little game. you’ve spent the entire day trying not to get too close to him. and it nearly works. he forfeits and lets you win, throwing his hands up in the air

but alas, he’s a good-for-nothing cheater, smacking your ass before pressing your front against the wall

“gotcha, brat”

the last thing sanji expected after bringing you the drink that you asked for was you pulling him into your lap by grabbing his ass

he’s trying to keep it together, but he’s definitely hollering on the inside

you know what you’re doing, HE knows what you’re doing

as you whisper into his ear “stay with me awhile, yeah?” as you wrap a loose arm around his slutty waist and just pretend like nothing is going on and continue with your conversation with brook and franky ??

he just melts.

he’s hardly even listening, he’s too busy still thinking about how bold you are and concentrating on the placement of your hand just above his crouch

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valen-yamyam16

2 months ago

⛥ﾟ・。 pudding

SECRET BONUS/prequel to pocus -- on your first day back on the job after having Soda, everything that can go wrong does go wrong... luckily your darling husband is here to help.

cw: fluff, comfort, katakuri is katakuri, KATAKURI DON'T PLAY ABOUT YOU, he is twenty-four, you are twenty-three, kota is nineteen, reader is a sweetheart, poor kota

"No, no, I said almond extract for the glaze, not vanilla," you shook your head at the patissier, wiping off your tasting spoon before tucking it back in your chef's pocket. "Amande will be able to tell the difference."

Taking a step back, you moved to bend over, resting your hand securely over your baby carrier as Soda cooed happily, looking around with wonder as you grabbed another bowl.

The patissier hung his head, embarrassed that he had forgotten such a crucial detail.

But you were quick to flash him an encouraging smile, setting down the new bowl at his baking station.

"Hey, hey, it's all right. We can set that aside for later," you assured as Soda grabbed onto your pointer finger, his grip small but mighty as he fiddled with it. "Restart right away. She's expecting a half a dozen in thirty minutes."

"Yes, ma'am!" he saluted, standing up straight. "Almond extract! Got it!"

At the noise, Soda smiled, clapping his hands together as he babbled, pleased by the man's expression.

The patissier's heart nearly melted at the sight.

"You like his funny face, munchkin?" you cooed in a baby voice, tickling your son's feet. "You like his face? You like his funny face?"

Soda squealed, laughing brightly as he shied away from the assault, grabbing at your fingers.

"Just a few more minutes," you sighed, relieved, as you returned to your rounds, walking down the aisle of over fifty bakers. "A few more minutes... and we can have lunch with your auntie."

Making a kissy face, you pinched his cheeks, blowing raspberry into his neck.

"How's that sound? You hungry, too? Oh, yes you are! Yes you are!"

Once again, he squealed with delight, his chunky legs kicking at the ticklish sensation.

At the sight, your heart couldn't help but swell, your body just itching to squeeze and pepper kisses all over your baby boy's face.

If you didn't love baking so much, you'd have no problem becoming a full-time mother for the rest of your life.

With a son like yours, it would be like heaven on earth.

The moment your eyes landed on Soda for the first time, you knew your life would never be the same, your body suddenly overwhelmed with feelings too intense and profound to put into words.

It was like discovering a part of yourself you had never met before, a part of yourself that existed only as an embodiment of your maternal instincts.

As a person with no younger siblings—and barely any family in the first place—you were honestly terrified of motherhood, seeing as you had never had to truly interact with a young child for more than a few hours before.

In fact, at your wedding was the first time you'd ever even held a baby before—Raisin being the resident newborn at the time.

The fact often kept you up at night, along with the rather impossible expectations and crushing pressure you were piling upon yourself, so much so that when the day came for Soda to be born, you were shaking with fear.

But, of course, that all changed the instant he was born.

In the days following his birth, you were pleasantly surprised to find that motherhood actually came rather naturally to you, all the movements, motions, and to-dos as easy as breathing—though it did help that Soda was not a fussy baby.

Even still, seven months of loving and learning brought you right to this moment, baby sling and all.

Technically, you weren't supposed to be back at work for another five months, but you were itching to get back in the kitchen, and couldn't bear to leave Soda with a nanny.

Professionalism be damned, if people wanted your world-reknowned sweets, then they could deal with a little drool.

"My Lady! My Lady! We have a big problem!" Juliette—head of your Cookie Division—exclaimed, running toward you. "The chillers in Division C seemed to have malfunctioned to the highest setting! All of our eggs are have exploded! And all the milk has curdled!"

Your eyes widened, surprised and thoroughly worried.

Big Mom had ordered a particularly large batch of fresh chocolate-chip cookies to be delivered to the Chateau by the end of the day, and if they were going to be finished on time, then the dough had to be started as soon as possible.

It didn't matter that you were the wife of a Sweet General.

If you kept Mama waiting, especially when it came to sweets, then it would be your head.

'Relax... you've got other means...'

"Don't panic. Get Citron on the phone right away and see if she can provide us some eggs," you ordered, tone serious. "As for the milk, call up Cacao Island and see if they have some to spare—"

"My Lady! The mixers are down!" Elsa—another one of your bakers—exclaimed from her baking station. "How am I supposed to whip this lemon meringue?!"

"Time to roll up your sleeves!" you encouraged, pumping your fist. "It'll be hard, but do your best to whip it yourself!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"My Lady!" Fredrik called, quickly running up beside you, clipboard in hand. "We need you to sign off on the menu for next week's Mother's Day brunch!"

Carefully, you took it out his hands, examining the paper thoroughly.

"Crullers... Bavarian... Brioche... Apple Fritter?" you shook your head, crossing the last one out before signing your signature. "Change that to an eclair. Use my choux dough recipe and pair it with a pecan-espresso cream filling. It'll go well with the coffee."

"Genius!" he gasped, taking back the clipboard. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Got those flavor profiles you asked for, ma'am," Kota reported, taking up his spot by your side as he passed off your papers.

"Thanks, Ko," you nodded, tucking them under your arm. "I need you to call up some tech support. We've got malfunctioning fridges and broken mixers slowing the assembly line."

He winced, hand raising to scratch the back of his neck.

"That might have to be put on the back-burner... given Streusen is on his way to retrieve Mama's order from yesterday... which was being kept in the chillers."

Your eyes shot wide, hand clasping over your mouth as you finally remembered.

"The pudding samples!" you gasped, horrified. "They're probably boiling by now!"

Kota shook his head, just as devastated.

"And the tarts."

"And the tarts!"

Though, before you could truly go into a downward spiral, you pulled yourself together, taking in a sharp breath before putting on a brave face, quickly rolling up your sleeves.

"All right, people, stop what you're doing! We've got a Code Pink and require all hands on deck!"

Without missing a beat, you adjusted your baby sling, tucking Soda's arms inside so he didn't get in the way of your work.

"Someone get me a twenty quart saucepan with cornstarch, sugar, and salt! And see how the milk situation's going with Cacao Island! We're gonna have to make a fresh batch of chocolate and banana pudding!"

"But, ma'am," Kota piped up, brows furrowed in concern as he opened up your planner. "You were supposed to be at your luncheon with Amande and Efilée eight minutes ago..."

"Shit!" you spat, covering Soda's ears. "I completely forgot!"

Quickly, you turned to your assistant, hopeful.

"How much do you know about nuts?"

His brows flattened, unamused.

"Not a thing, ma'am."

"Damn it."

Unable to think, you let out a frustrated whine, pinching the bridge of your nose.

'At least it can't get any worse...'

"(y/n)," a deep voice suddenly chimed from behind, scaring the shit out of you and Kota.

The boy practically jumped out his skin, you clutching Soda tightly as you took a large step away, whipping around to see who it was.

Only to find your dear husband, as imposing and intimidating as ever.

"Dada!" Soda beamed, utterly ecstatic as he attempted to wriggle his hands free.

Katakuri smiled under his scarf at the sight, his large finger coming up to "coochy-coo" his son's chin.

"Hello, little one," he greeted, warmly, as he ruffled the boy's hair. "Having fun with your mother, I see."

"Oh, Kuri, you scared me," you sighed, resting your hand over you heart, relieved it wasn't some thug. "What are you doing here?"

Turning toward you, he raised a brow, realizing that it must have slipped your mind.

"I came to see if we were still on for our merienda," he answered, simply. "It's ten past two."

At that, you froze, your soul practically ascending out your body with horror.

You were supposed to have met up with him over half an hour ago.

"Oh, my God, I—!"

"Completely forgot," he and Kota finished for you.

Slightly embarrassed, your face burned, forcing you to hang your head.

"I'm sorry... I got so distracted with the baby and the malfunctions and Mama's orders that everything slipped my mind..."

Saddened, you practically deflated, Soda's expression turning concerned as he looked up at you.

"I just... I missed being in the kitchen so much... I didn't want to just sit around the house doing nothing, and I didn't want to leave Soda with anybody else."

Turning to your bakers, you rested your hands on your cheeks as you watched them scramble to make the two batches of pudding like it was their last.

"But now Streusen will be here any minute, Mama will be furious, and there will be no nuts for the nut-themed brunch next week."

Katakuri's heartstrings tugged at the sight of you looking so defeated, a certain pang of guilt shooting through his chest.

He knew how much you loved your job, and he knew how important your reputation was to you.

And while maybe you going back to work so soon wasn't the best idea, he knew that wasn't what you needed to hear right now.

Right now you needed assistance, and that was exactly what he was going to give.

Because goddamn it, if he had to look at your watery eyes and wobbly lip any longer, he was going to put someone through a wall.

"Go to the luncheon," he stated, calmly, reaching forward to slide Soda out of your sling. "Kota and I will handle things here."

Instantly, you perked up, eyes finding a glimmer of hope.

"Really?"

Kota's eyes widened, the boy forgetting himself for a moment and whipping his head toward the general.

"What?! We can't—?!"

Quickly, Katakuri leveled the young man with a harsh side eye, his brows furrowing in a look that screamed "You wanna finish that sentence?"

Thickly, Kota swallowed, plastering on an uneasy smile.

"I mean... yeah! We totally got things covered!"

"Oh, thank you so much!" you threw your arms around your husband's neck, placing a firm kiss on his cheek—not missing the way his ears flushed at your touch. "You're a life-saver, Kuri."

Stepping back, you pulled Kota into a hug, just as thankful.

"Thanks, too, Ko. Don't know what I'd do without ya."

The boy gulped as he glanced at your husband, thoroughly terrified by the intense look he was faced with.

"Yep... don't know what I'd do either..."

Finally, you moved on to your baby, cooing softly as you rubbed your noses together and peppered his face with kisses.

"My three favorite guys in the whole world," you smiled, smoothing out his wild hair. "I'll be back before you know it."

Without warning, you broke out into a sprint for the door, stumbling slightly in your heels.

"Don't run! You'll hurt yourself," Katakuri called, already seeing how that was going to go horribly wrong.

"Love you, too!" you smiled over your shoulder, the sight causing his heart to stutter.

He scoffed, averting his eyes as he felt his face rise in temperature.

'She's going to get herself killed one day...'

With you gone, that left the two men—plus baby—alone in awkward silence, Kota's shivers of fear practically audible in the still air.

"What's priority one?" Katakuri asked, flatly, as he shifted his grip to cradle Soda in one arm.

"Streusen," the boy answered, looking down at his watch. "He's gonna be here any second to pick up two, Mama-sized samples of chocolate and banana pudding."

The general nodded.

"Priority two?"

"The malfunctions. The bakers can't continue filling orders if our equipment's faulty. And we're losing perishables by the minute."

The general nodded again.

"Call the islands of whatever ingredients you need and give them my name. Say it is imperative that the delivery get here as soon as possible."

Glancing down at his son, the man offered up his finger, the baby jumping at the chance to toy and fiddle with it.

"I will handle Streusen. You just make sure the puddings are finished."

Firmly, Kota nodded, about to turn and get started.

"One more thing, Kota..." Katakuri stated, voice low and serious.

A cold chill ran down the boy's spine, but he turned around nonetheless, doing his best to fight the color draining from his face.

"My wife is under a lot of stress at the moment... and unless I'm mistaken, it's your job to prevent that?"

Slowly, he nodded, body going rigid and stiff with fear.