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Alright so I was looking at all the Katakuri art I’ve done over the years, and I’ve realized just how much I haven’t shown on here. A lot of it is cause I feel like these don’t warrant their own post, or I would put them in my story on Instagram and would promptly forget about them. They range from silly sketches, to complete self indulgence so there’s a lot of my artist sona in these. I’ll also be adding a bit of context to what was goin on when I drew them.

First up is a silly one, I drew this around the same time as my last self indulgent Yamato, it was just him on his own at first, and then Katakuri joined in.

This one is also on the newer side, I was thinking about which characters I would want to serve me at a Hooters, and they were among the ones chosen, most of the characters aren’t from One Piece so I leave them out of this post.

I tried to do a Mer-May Katakuri, like 3ish years ago, but I didn’t like it, I think he only made it onto Twitter at the time. The right one is really old, it’s from when I first got my iPad like 4 years ago. I was just playin around with a modern AU type thing, but wasn’t sure how to include his scars so I guess I just left them out???

Just a random thing of his mouth ripping, I think this was a Goretober concept but I simply do not remember

A varsity jacket design that I wanna make real but don’t even know where to start.

So I really do like this one, if y’all remember the cup noodle commercials where they’re all in highschool there’s a frame in the Zoro one where you can see Katakuri in the background so of course I had to draw us going to school together.

And that’s all I can fit in one post so I’ll be making a part 2.

⛥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.

"I don't care what you have to do behind the scenes... you just make sure her days run as smooth as possible."

The general's glare sharpened, eyes a bright and menacing red.

"Do I make myself clear?"

Fervently, Kota nodded once again, an uneasy smile returning to his lips.

"Crystal."

I felt the need to elaborate on Buggy as the Ultimate Girl Dad, because I am loving every Buggy as a Dad fic I've come across and decided to add into it. It's a mix of head canons and fic of all eight daughters and when they were born. Also can be read as anime Buggy or OPLA Buggy!

Rating: PG-13 because innuendos. Warnings: Childbirth, mentions of a difficult labor. A/N: I had a lot of fun just thinking up names for all eight daughters.

Buggy’s Eight Daughters

The first daughter, Lil Buggy (Lil or LB for short) is a clone of her dad in looks and personality. The first to inherit his nose (much to his distress) and the first one to really experience ship life. When she was two weeks old, Buggy bound her to his body while climbing up to the crow’s nest of his ship so he could show her the views of the sea. You nearly killed him for that. And while Buggy wanted to name her Buggy Junior, or BJ for short, you killed that idea immediately. 

“I don’t want BJ for her nickname. People may make fun of her!” You said as Buggy walked around your room with the newborn, keeping her close to him as he gazed down at her. 

“But come on, that’s what started that night we had when she was conci-” He looked up with a smirk and you resisted throwing a pillow at him. Not while he was holding the baby.

“Buggy!”

Mae was the second daughter. She was born with a full head of bright blue hair and your nose. Unlike her older sister, she was a bit easier. She was born when LB was about to turn 2, and well, older sister wasn’t too sure how to feel about a new baby joining the family. Surprisingly, Buggy noticed his daughter having more tantrums and generally being a terror since she wasn’t getting all of her parents’ attention, so he took to carrying her on his back while Mae would be strapped on his front, being the Ultimate Pirate Dad. He just had to remember LB was on his back when he sat down (which he sometimes did forget she was there because she often fell asleep back there).

“Oof, daddy!” A tiny voice squealed from behind him. It took Buggy a moment to realize LB was on his back again, so he jumped up from his seat and turned his head around to look at her.

“What are you doing back there?!” He asked, always sounding surprised. She fixed him with a glare that was so like his own it was a little terrifying. He got her off his back and sat back down in his seat, holding her into his lap while he turned his head back around to face his crew.

Cherry and Apple were next. Buggy wasn’t there when they were born. He was off dealing with the Strawhats, and while you never chose a name for the babies until a few days later, you took one look at them and decided on the names. Just like their oldest sister, the two of them had Buggy’s nose, and well, you thought the names would be as cute as their bright red noses. Cherry was the more daring of the two. Buggy literally had to keep one hand ready to grab her in case she decided to go overboard or climb up ropes on the ship. Apple was a little more cautious, choosing to stick near you more often than not. While Cherry was happy to join her father with the circus shows, Apple stayed off to the sides to watch.

“You named them what?” Buggy asked as he held newborn Apple in his arms. “Why?!”

“The names just popped in my head, Buggy!” You insisted as you cradled Cherry against your bare skin. “Besides, the names are perfect for them! Look at their little noses, like bright red apples and cherries!”

Buggy wasn’t sure how he felt about you comparing the inherited nose to fruit, but he wasn’t about to argue with a woman who’d already birthed four children, three of which had that same nose. 

Another set of twins came a year and a half later. Buggy decided having a midwife on board may be ideal since he couldn’t seem to stop getting you pregnant (not that you were complaining, it was split 50/50 who initiated these things). He was there this time. Lil Buggy and Mae helped with the names for their sisters. When you and Buggy sat the four girls down to tell them about having another sibling, Lil Buggy had pointed out the rainbow in the distance and Mae asked if that would be the new baby’s name. Buggy looked like would cry at that. 

“Wait, twins, again?!” Buggy exclaimed as he was handed the first baby. “We were expecting just one!”

“Sometimes the other one stays a secret, Captain.” The midwife replied calmly as she helped with the next one. “Better start thinking of a second name.”

Yea, right. When Cabaji let the four girls into the room once you were ready, Mae and Lil Buggy looked at the two twin girls before looking up at their parents.

“Rain and Bow!” Both insisted. You were too tired to disagree and Buggy was still in shock, especially since they had his nose again. He was wondering if he needed to propose marriage to you for birthing six kids already.

Buggy indeed proposed to you. It was flashy, with cannons, fire, and all six daughters running around with sparklers. You said yes because while you loved the flashy fool, you also wanted to douse the sparklers before something caught fire. 

Six daughters already. When Lil Buggy was 10, Mae was 8, Apple and Cherry 6, and Rain and Bow not quite 4, you announced one night at dinner that you were, again, pregnant. The reactions were as such:

“That explains a lot.” Buggy grumbled as he looked down at his plate. You glared at him and he followed with, “Explains why you have a radiant glow about you, my love!”

“Again?!” Lil Buggy exclaimed. “Can you two stop? There’s no more room!”

“Why?” Mae asked. “Why do you want more kids?”

“Where do babies come from?” Apple asked, looking at Buggy. He was not ready for this conversation.

“We picked you and Cherry out of a treasure chest, just like your sisters and just like this baby.” Buggy said quickly. “That’s how we get babies. From treasure chests.”

“Oh.” Apple seemed fine with that response but Cherry looked confused. 

“Why does mama get fat then?” She asked innocently. Buggy was about to say something but one look from you silenced him.

“Oh my God.” He whined. “Another one?”

Rain and Bow just kept eating while Buggy questioned his life choices in that moment and you looked ready to throw him overboard.

Inheriting his nose stopped with Rain and Bow, but his hair followed his daughters. When you gave birth to the 7th daughter, the family had been carving pumpkins as a fun activity. While some parents would worry about their children holding knives, you were more concerned about your husband with one. You decided to get up and grab some bandages from the midwife when it happened. She took one look at you, sighed, and led you to your room to help you give birth. It happened so quick that Buggy came to look for you after about a half hour and found you with a newborn in your arms.

“How! What?!” His jaw dropped seeing the baby in your arms. You just shrugged as you looked down at the newborn.

“Can we name her Pumpkin?” You asked. “I think it would be a fun story to tell, you know, what we were doing when she was born.”

Buggy wasn’t going to disagree with you.

The eighth and final daughter was born during a storm. Giving birth on the ship while waves crashed along it was not ideal. The other seven girls were hunkered in the room with you while you gave birth. Buggy was holding you while you screamed, threatening to kill him after you were done. This was, by far, the most difficult birth of the girls. Lil Buggy and Mae did what they could to entertain the other girls, hoping to get their attention away from your screams and cries while the ship rocked violently. Hours passed until they heard the cries of a newborn. The storm seemed to pass as well, and Buggy was crying as he held his newest daughter.

Lil Buggy, being the eldest, approached first to look. She saw the blue hair and sighed. “You won’t be able to tell us apart if you saw us all from behind, you know.”

“Yea, well, I’ll learn to tell you brats apart.” Buggy shot back. You were resting, having been given something by the midwife to help you sleep. The labor had been a rough one, and you were going to need your strength to keep up with the family.

“What’s this one gonna be called?” LB asked as she gestured for her sisters to come over. “I think mom needs to stop naming us, she’s getting silly with them.”

“What should we name her?” Buggy asked his eldest, his attention on the sleeping bundle in his arms. He glanced up at her. “I’m asking you.”

LB looked taken aback and scratched her head. “Um… why not… Crash?” 

“Crash?” Buggy repeated. He was about to comment that that was silly, but considering what the last few hours were like, he was glad she didn’t go with a weather related name. “Y’know, I think Crash is appropriate.”

Buggy decided as a Rite of Passage for Piracy, his girls would join him in a raid when they turned 14. You knew it was something of importance for him, and you trusted he wouldn’t get them hurt. They could protect themselves as well, and by the time Crash turned 14, each girl had their chance. Buggy deemed them all official crew members when they returned from each raid and always held a party for them. With Crash being the last one to go through with it, Buggy couldn’t help but feel a little sad his girls were all growing up. He wouldn’t get to do those fun “Firsts” again like he had with the others. He would never admit to anyone but you, but he liked being a dad.

A few months after Crash’s raid, and the girls were readying for another fun day of piracy, you pulled your husband aside for a brief meeting.

“Babe, if you want me, just ask. We don’t have to sneak around.” Buggy teased as his hands went to your waist, a big grin on his face. You put both hands on his cheeks and tilted his head down so you could look him in the eyes.

“Sneaking around is what caused this, Buggy.” You told him. “I’m pregnant.”

The scream from the clown was heard all over the ship and no doubt all around the seas.

Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 24

Looking out onto the horizon before him, Katakuri took a deep breath. To suffer a defeat wasn't easy to handle and to deal with the consequences either. Nevertheless he felt relieved. It had to happen someday. He fell on his back and after his body was met with the cold rough ground, he also realized that things would never be like before.

Everyone would see him different from now on.

He knew that his facade would break one day. To be perfect 24 hours a day wasn't easy and to be honest quite annoying. He just wanted to be accepted, not for doing what everybody expected from him. He wanted to be accepted for doing the things his way. The straw hat had really an impact on his mind. To find someone equal to fight wasn't everyday and let him think back of how much he had changed. Or better how much the others had changed him. To not disappoint everyone and always be the best, was soon blocking his feelings and wishes, which he had for his life.

And out of nowhere she came into his life.

A girl so sweet and beautiful, he never dreamed of to get. And still she was there, without any effort. Coming to his side and taking his heart in an instant.

(Y/N) was the first person, who accepted his family with all their odds and difficulties. Even if they treated her bad, she still worked hard and kept her smile.

He loved her. He loved her deeply.

But was he enough?

She deserved so much. Not this cruelty of his mother, not the coldness he showed her back then. Not this fearful life she had to face now. It pained him. How could he ever make it up to her properly?

Realizing that he wasted too much time outside, he started to head back. Looking for his wife, Cracker came to his side with a bleeding nose and grumbled annoyed after Katakuri gave him a strange look.

" Don't give me that look..God that hurts..", Cracker cursed.

"Brulee brought (Y/N) back home. We didn't know if you go on a rampage or something. I have to say that act was quite impressive Big brother. I know how brave you are, but standing against Mama… Wow.", he added and gave his brother a smile.

"Don't ever get the idea to try that too. Things will get rough from now on. We have to face it without any complain. It was our fault after all to be too weak.", he spoke coldly. Nodding quickly Cracker left his side to treat his wounds.

Deep in thought Katakuri also started to walk away. But not into the direction of his home. There was something on his mind since a very long time now and he couldn't run away any longer.

(Y/N) on the other side was worried. She knew how loyal he was towards his mother. How he always obeyes and fulfilled every wish she had. To disappoint her that much was really hard for him. Looking down into her hands, (Y/N) thought about leaving tomorrow for her duty. It broke her heart to can't stay by his side. She feared that she wasn't able to see him for who knows how long. On top it would get rather difficult to bake all these desserts at chef level. Sighing she let herself fall onto a chair next to the entrance. It was useless to be afraid or to freak out. She had to endure it. As a member of the Charlotte pirates she had to take the punishment as well. The only thing she could do now was wait. Wait for her beloved.

Xxx

It was already nighttime as a dark figure entered the mansion. Slowly he stepped inside and tried to be as silent as possible. His eyes widened the moment his look fell onto a familiar figure on one of the chairs. Approaching his beautiful wife, he watched the sleeping beauty with a smile.

"Why I am not surprised…", he whispered and took her into his arms, while heading to their bedroom. Snuggling closer into his chest, (Y/N) 's eyes fluttered open and surprised she felt herself to be laid down onto the soft mattress.

"Katakuri…", she whispered and touched his cheek carefully. He gave her a lovingly smile and pressed his cheek against her soft skin. He regretted to be out for that long. Every minute was precious till tomorrow.

"I am okay don't worry (Y/N)..i am used to Mama's anger… ", he spoke calmly and for a moment they just looked into each other's eyes. He wanted to say it. Wanted to show her how much she meant for him.

"I am sorry that I was late… But I thought about something.. More I got you something, which will explain what's on my mind. ", he started and stepped back to look for it in his pocket. Stunned (Y/N) watched his doings confused and gasped after seeing a small crimson red box in his hand. Every woman would know in an instant what it could be. Sitting beside her, he took one of her hands and placed it onto her soft skin. Slowly her look wandered from the present to his lovingly gaze, if she was asking for permission. Giving her a short nod, (Y/N) opened the box and found a black steel ring inside with a white piece of paper. Tears pickled at the corner of her eyes while he took the ring.

"I know how worried you are. But believe me, I am more worried about you, that you have to stay at whole cake to work. It makes me go crazy to deal with the fact that you are not under my protection and by my side. For me it would be okay to endure the consequences. It was my lack of strength after all..But it couldn't be helped and I am terribly sorry to not be able to stop what is about to happen..", he started and pointed to the white paper in the box.

" This paper is my vivre card. So you will always know that I am fine. It will hopefully guide you through times where you feel lonely like I would be the whole time. And this… ", he spoke seriously and took her hand to put the ring onto her finger, which let her tears fall.

" I can't accept that you were called a toy. You are my wife. The woman I want to have by my side forever. Our wedding wasn't the best one… Forgive me.. But this ring will show everyone now who you are and what you mean to me. I often run away from my feelings. It was hard for me to understand that you really want me. After you saw me, my real me… I was so grateful that you didn't run away, that you like me the way I am. I couldn't believe it. In my eyes you deserve so much more. But if you accept me… I will do anything to make you happy.

Because… I love you (Y/N)"

The final words left his mouth and let him shiver of fear. It took him much effort to say it. To show his true feelings and thoughts, he kept hidden for a long time.

Sobbing she hugged him tightly and didn't want to let go. She never believed that he was expressing his feelings in such a beautiful way.

" Katakuri… I love you. I love you so much. ", she whispered and took his scarf away to finally press her lips on his. Their shared kiss quickly turned into a heated one. He couldn't hold back anymore. She was making him crazy in every way. Her sweet touch, this sweet scent, he could drown into it and even forget his precious doughnuts. Pressing her back onto the mattress he hovered over her delicate body and intensified the kiss by biting her lip. Gasping he discovered her moaning mouth with his tongue, while she brushed her fingers through his soft short hair. She want him. She want him now. Her body worked on its own. Slowly she pulled onto his leather jacket to expose his muscular chest. Quickly he threw it away to get back to exploring her amazing body. Like an inner instinct he touched down her thies to lift her dress and put her legs around his hips. His fingers glided along her skin and grabbed her soft butt, which let her moan lustfully.

"Do this again and I lose it completely…", he hungrily kissed down her neck and his hands worked their way up to her bra.

Every spot he touched was perfect. Flawless and beautiful. Suddenly (Y/N) stopped his hands, which let him look at her irritated. A sudden wave of uneasiness overcame him to maybe overdid it, but surprised he watched her pulling her dress over her head to throw it across the room.

"Lose it Katakuri… Give me all you've got.",she slung her arms around his neck and kissed him roughly. Something inside of him snapped and quickly he pulled onto her bra to expose her breasts. Flustered she pressed her body against his to hide, but he wasn't accepting her move. He wanted to see. Wanted to discover every inch of her. Pressing her down again, he kissed down her neck and started to suck on her nipple. Moaning out loud, (Y/N) pressed her head into the pillow of the intense feeling he gave her. Never did she feel such a wave of heat. It ingulfed her completely and let her shiver of excitement. Feeling him kissing down her stomach, she felt suddenly vulnerable and shy. (Y/N) wanted to give her body to him, but on the other side she felt scared of exposing her private parts. His lips brushed against her sensitive area through her panties and let her head threw back in exctasy. He didn't give her any time to rest. He was too hungry, too desperate. Taking the unnecessary fabric away, she gasped of the sudden emptiness down under. His breath tickled her skin and let her shudder. And before she was able to comprehend the situation and was about to press her legs together of embarrassment, he licked her wet covern in a slow and lustful way.

"Kat… Katakuri….", she whispered shocked of the new experience, which pushed her over the edge. He smiled amused of her beautiful noises. Noises only he was allowed to hear.

"I won't stop sweetheart. I am not satisfied yet…", he spoke seductively and brushed with his fingers at her entrance. She was feeling hot. So unbelievable hot and needy, she was about to explode. The inner lust took over and more and more she longed for him to take her. Getting up to her eye level again, he looked deep into her eyes, while slowly entering a finger into her. Again he let her gasp, again she had to hold onto him for support, because his actions made her go crazy. With pleading eyes, she looked up to him and he understood right away. With a slow pace, he pushed one finger, then two fingers, into her faster and faster.

"Katakuri I can't take it anymore…", she whispered while drowning in his touch.

"Then let it out… Let me hear your sweet screams..", he hushed against her lips and could feel his fingers get sucked depper into her. Digging her fingers into his back she cried out his name while feeling her climax. Her body was trembling, shaken of excitement. Taking his face in her hands she breathed heavily and kissed his lips passionately. Gliding her hands down his muscular chest she grabbed the belt of his pants to get him undressed. Her careful touch let him growl in delight. Helping her, he stood up for a moment to get naked himself. The moment he exposed his hardened length, let her get wet even more. Slowly he approached her like a prey and hovered over her sensitive form. Capturing her lips in a short kiss, they looked into each other's eyes, while their bodies slowly got one. (Y/N) felt so unbelievable happy, but at the same time fear washed over her. He was gentle and careful. Katakuri gave her all the time she needed and felt a wave of pleasure by every move she made. (Y/N) bite her lips of the sudden pain, but it was also relieving to finally be this close. Feeling the heat inside of her raise, she hid her face into his neck and hugged him close. Slowly Katakuri moved his hips, which let her moan and suck on his skin. God it felt amazing. Her body underneath him, her lips on his skin and her helpless attempt to hold onto him to control the pleasure. It drove him crazy. The room was filled with their heavy breaths, moans and slapping sounds of their bodies together. Over and over again, he pushed himself into her to feel it. This unbelievable feeling of lust. Closer and faster. With every minute their moves got wilder. Rougher to intensified the feeling. There it was. The next climax and looking into his half lided eyes, which were lustfully focused on hers, she could see that he was on the edge too. God he was such a strong man. Every touch on his muscular body and his big hands grabbing her, it gave her goosebumps.

"(Y/N)…" his voice heavy and deep. Kissing him passionately she felt him push deep inside of her. Gasping she closed her eyes and moaned out his name. It felt like an explosion. A wave of pleasure with an immense power overcame them. Frozen in place only their heavy breaths were heard. Katakuri rested his forehead against hers and couldn't but only smile. His heart fluttered and slowly he took her hand to intertwined their fingers.

"I love you… I love you so much..", he whispered and made her smile.

"I love you too…", she spoke lovingly. Hugging her close, he grabbed the blanket to cover their naked bodies. The warmth he gave her let her eyelids grow heavy and soon she was falling asleep in his strong embrace. Brushing through her hair gently he smiled.

" Whatever the future would bring… As long as we are together nothing will go wrong… I will always protect you… My precious love of my life… "

Hello! I loved your "baby 🥺" fic and was wondering if we could get a version of it but with Donnie?

Another bebe?🥺 (rottmnt Donnie x reader)

summary: a turtle baby suddenly appears in the lab, and she looks suspiciously a lot like Donnie

relationship: Rise!Donnie x GN reader

warnings: none, just fluff!, soft Donnie

word count: 2k

A/N: the moment everyone's been waiting for lol this time Donnie gets better lab equipment xD

More “Baby 🥺” versions: Leo | Raph | Donnie (you’re here)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Donnie was in his lab, because where else would he be? He was jamming to some EDM music in the background while tinkering with some project of his. You sat in front of him, starting to get bored. He had invited you over to show you his latest masterpiece, but it hadn’t worked yet, so now he was trying to fix the issue. Which according to him would be a quick fix, but he had been at it for over half an hour now, cursing under his breath.

“You better leave all the tools how you found them,” he said without looking up, as he could hear the light clattering.

“I know your system,” you reassured him. “You've explained it in great detail several times, don’t you worry.”

“Then, can you pass me the screwdriver, please?” he asked, stretching out his hand in your direction.

You reached out to pick it up from the box but it fell from your hand, rolling over the edge of his work table. You flinched slightly, ready for the clatter it would make as it fell onto the floor, since that screwdriver was modified by Donnie and particularly heavy. But the sound never came. Instead you heard more of an electrical zap and a whoosh.

Taking a couple of steps to get around the table, you saw that there was a hole on the floor where the screwdriver would have been. It was circular, formed by several zapping rays of a yellow-ish glow. You couldn't see through it, but it was clear that the tool fell in there. You merely blinked at the sight in front of you, unable to say anything.

Not getting a response from you, Donnie also moved from his spot, leaving his work on the table, and walked over, now standing in front of you on the other side of… whatever that was. 

“Huh,” is all that he said.

“What is that?” you asked after a moment. “And why are you not alarmed?”

Donnie scoffed. 

“It’s obvious it's some kind of portal,” he explained, turning around to his wall of machinery, tapping something on this brace device.

You raised your hands and eyebrows in a ‘well, sorry I didn’t immediately recognise it as such’ gesture, even though he had his back to you.

“I need to analyse it,” Donnie informed you as he turned around. “Better get a little further back just in case–”

Suddenly the screwdriver appeared again, coming out straight out of the portal, a tiny turtle hand attached to it.

You both stood in silence and shock, watching how a little turtle tot climbed out the portal carrying the heavy tool, finally getting to sit on the floor with a huff. The baby had a little ribbon tied to her head, which hung a little askew because of her efforts. She looked at you with a smile, then at Donnie, and squealed in glee, holding out the screwdriver with both hands towards him, as if offering it to him.

Then the portal zapped loudly, and shut closed. The little turtle seemed unfazed by this, still waiting for Donnie to react.

Donnie opened and closed his mouth several times but no words came out. You approached the baby and  crouched down next to her.

“H-hey there, little one,” you greeted her, and she cooed. “Where did you come from, hm?”

You took the screwdriver from the little hands, placing it on the table, and picked up the baby in your arms. 

“Huh, look at you, aren't you cute?”, you said as you inspected her chubby cheeks and big eyes. “What’s your name?”

The baby cooed and babbled as you moved the ribbon up her head to where you thought it was meant to sit. You fixed your grasp on the turtle to carry her better against your hip, in the process stroking over her back with your hand, and your brows raised at the sensation.

“Donnie look,” you pointed out to him. “She has a soft shell, just like you!”

You turned back to him and he was still in shock, unmoving. But you had been with him long enough to pick up on the tiny changes in his face to read them. Given the twitch of the corner of his mouth, you knew his mind was not only racing, but he already had a plausible hypothesis for this situation.

“Spit it out, Don,” you said with an amused sigh. “You already know what happened, right?”

“I think I do,” he answered. 

Donnie approached you and the baby, guiding you to a different part of the lab, where he instructed you to place her in a little open chamber, which you knew he used to analyse materials. You tilted your head at his request.

“Do you really need to know her molecular composition to tell she's a turtle like you?” you deadpanned. 

“I just want to know for sure if she’s who I think she is–”

“Whoa!” came a voice from behind you suddenly. “You two sure work fast!”

You both turned around to see Leo, Mikey and Raph at the entrance of the lab.

“We leave to get food and you already had a baby?” Leo joked. 

Heat spread on your face, burning on your cheeks. 

“We- Wha-??” you stumbled over your words. The baby in your arms squealed in glee, apparently very on board with Leo’s comment.

“That’s not how it works, Leo,” Mikey said, grabbing his brother by the shoulder. “Babies aren't made in labs, they–”

“Yeah, they grow in a cabbage,” Raph interjected. “Everyone knows that.”

You all went silent. 

“I’m obviously joking!” Raph called, Leo and Mikey erupting in laughter.

While you were busy trying to get your heated cheeks under control and everyone was making fun of Raph, Donnie had taken the little turtle from your arms and placed her into the chamber. He left the front panel open so she wouldn't feel trapped.

There was a loading bar on his screen, labelled „retrieving genetic material“. The bar progressed fairly quickly and after a couple of seconds the message appeared: „Analysis successful: Congrats, it‘s a girl!“ accompanied by the sound of a party blower, and followed by some caricatures of you and Donnie's faces surrounded by confetti.

At that, the laughter died down and all eyes fell on you. 

“Oh my god, called it!” Leo exclaimed.

“Shut up,” you told him, but the embarrassment in your voice didn’t make it sound particularly stern. “Donnie, clearly that's not possible, right?”

As you asked this, you turned around to see the turtle in question averting his eyes, a bit tensed up with his shoulders slightly raised, and hands curled into fists. Under his mask you could see a furious blush reaching to his neck.

“Eh?” is all you managed to mutter out.

“Clearly she came from a different timeline or dimension, but…” Donnie started, bringing up his hands to his face to try and hide from you. “Yeah, it's true.”

Letting out a shaky sigh, he picked up the little turtle, who had been following the whole exchange with great interest, looking from one person to the other. Donnie then moved to sit where he had been earlier, at the table, with the little turtle on his lap, looking lost in thoughts.

You shooed the other three out of the room, much to their dismay, to get a moment alone with Donnie. He was being a bit uncharacteristically quiet and … non-rambly, science-wise.

Grabbing your chair, you brought it to the other side of the table to sit next to him. Meanwhile, the baby turtle had discovered Donnie’s abandoned project on the table and her focus shifted completely to it. From his lap she could reach properly and started investigating the device. Donnie didn't seem to mind at all, which was sounding yet another alarm in your head. Instead of reprimanding the smaller turtle to leave his things alone, as you would have expected, he watched with soft eyes how she skillfully turned the device in her little hands, babbling to herself as if trying to make sense of his contraption.

“Is… everything okay?” you asked softly, placing your hand on his arm.

“I’m just…” Donnie took a moment to find the right word. “Stunned, I guess.” 

“How so?” 

“I’ve tried imagining this a couple of times,” he started, scratching the back of his neck, then clicked his tongue. “Scratch that, I think about this all the time.”

“About what?” you questioned, and your heart skipped a beat; does he mean what you think he means?

“You’re really gonna make me say it out loud,” he mumbled, lifting his eyes to meet yours, then heaved a deep sigh. “About us. What life will be like with you by my side.”

He then gestured to the little turtle still tinkering with the device.

“And about having kids, apparently.”

“Y-you think about our future together?” you said almost in disbelief, your chest tightening at his confession.

“Of course I do,” he responded immediately. “I can't really imagine a future without you in it. O-only if you want to stay, that is.”

“Obviously I want to!” you said and held his hand. You were leaning in, about to give him a kiss, when the turtle tot exclaimed in glee. And you could have sworn it sounded like she was trying to say “eureka”.

Before Donnie could stop her, she detached two cables, turned the thing around and connected them on the opposite side. You three looked at it expectantly to do something, but nothing was happening, so she gave it a smack with a grunt, and that's when the lights went on and it started whirring.

“No way! You fixed it?” Donnie exclaimed happily and held the baby under her armpits, lifting her up, to which she cooed and blew a raspberry.

With a smile, you leaned your head on your hand, propped up on your elbow on the table.

“Well, it’s no wonder she’s smart,” you spoke. “She’s got good genes, after all.”

Donnie’s gaze came to meet yours and he smiled as well, one of his rare soft ones, and your heart started racing all over again. 

Just as you were about to ask what you should do with her, there was some zapping behind you, the same zapping you had heard from the portal earlier. 

“Donnie is gonna kill meee,” came a familiar voice as a figure crossed through the portal into the lab, and you couldn’t believe your eyes: it was an older version of Mikey.

When he spotted the baby in Donnie’s arms, his shoulders slumped visibly in relief.

“You little rascal!” Mikey scolded her. “I look away for three seconds and you go off running!”

The baby stuck out her tongue at him, trying to hide behind Donnie’s arm.

“Heh, looks like brains aren't the only thing she inherited from you,” you tell Donnie with a mischievous grin.

“Whatever could you be implying,” he remarked sarcastically.

Mikey went to pick up the baby but she cried out, her arms doing a grabby motion towards you, and you could feel your heart tightening a bit at the sight.

“Hey now, it’s okay, little one,” you tried comforting her as you held her tiny hands. “We’ll see each other again, I’m sure.”

Donnie tensed up his jaw as the baby was taken from him, and you couldn’t help the sad smile on your face. Mikey shot you an apologetic look, and turned back towards the portal.

“This never happened, we were never here,” he said over his shoulder with a wink, and stepped through the whirls. 

The portal zapped closed again, and not a second later three heads peeked into the lab through the door.

“Is everything alright?” Raph asked.

“We heard voices just now, was someone here?” Leo questioned as he looked around. 

“Where's the baby?!” Mikey said, bringing his hands to his head.

“It’s okay,” you calmed them down. “She's back where she's supposed to be.”

Donnie’s hand came to hold your own under the table.

“We’ll see her again,” he promised, more to you than the others. “Hopefully soon.”

And then you knew the heat that prickled your cheeks probably wasn’t gonna leave any time soon.

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