#AAAH I LOVE THIS THANK YOU FOR SENDING THE ASK....

[inkykeiji]

Clari! Hello i am back once again to ask you what is the "Dari" aesthetic?

Like what are the vibes, do you have any mood boards or anything? 👀👀

hi hi hi sunshine!!! <33 i have an obscenely embarrassing amount of photos saved that remind me of me + dabi but i am absolutely horrid at making moodboards so >.< i tried my best with this HAHAHA but visual aesthetic wise we’re very much that cliché girly girl x bad boy, pink and black type combo <33

i especially love the last photo because that girl looks scarily similar to me LMAOOOO like seriously

in terms of what it feels like: late night drives speeding way too fast through vacant city streets; empty diners at 3am; sharp knuckles and sharp collarbones; icy hands between warm thighs; giggles bouncing off the bark of dense forests; the dainty sound of pills clicking against plastic; warped hardwood floors and a stove with two working burners; dirty fingernails tearing through white lace; combat boots splashing in puddles on the asphalt; midnight double features at the rundown drive-in; hard candy clacking against teeth as sugary tongues force it from one mouth into another; love notes scrawled hastily on torn pieces of paper; scars in the shape of hands, his teeth, his name

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hi, just wanna say you and your blog are amazing. Have a great day! <3

Awww! Thank you, love! 🥰

Nooooo~ you have a better day!

[murderous-coffeebean]

Every time I see someone address @neil-gaiman with "Lord Gaiman" or something similar, I can't help but immediately envision the exchange kind of like that :D

Neil Gaiman © himself / art © Murderous-Coffeebean (tumblr & dA)

[oceanicwriting]

probably.

summary: after years, you've finally realized that you are in love with your best friend theodore nott. but what will he think about it when you confess your feelings in the most foolish way?

pairing(s): bsf!theodore nott x hufflepuff!fem!reader

a/n: aaah! working hard to get back and write, but between my road trip and my preparation for my college year, it's getting hard! send me strength xoxo.

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ㅤㅤㅤ —is that okay with you? —you look at him, aware that you’ve dissociated every word because of how pretty his hair looks this morning—. did you hear me?

ㅤㅤㅤ you just hope, more like pray, that he doesn’t smile. you want his eyes to not get smaller at the rise of the corner of his lips, showing his perfect, shiny teeth. you want his eyes to stay confused, not bright with the amusement he gets from seeing you lost. you want him to look away to avoid knowing the truth. although, of course, theodore would never stop doing that. shooting arrows straight to your heart full of them.

ㅤㅤㅤ —are you okay?

ㅤㅤㅤ —yes. of course i am. why wouldn’t i be? i have no problem with what you said —you answer, unable to hold his bright gaze much longer.

ㅤㅤㅤ theodore has a tender smile drawn on his face. it's so cute that you glance at it for a second out of the corner of your eye to save it in a chest of the most beautiful images.

ㅤㅤㅤ —so you're going to let me copy the entire potions exam? —and your jaw drops straight to the floor, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of the water—. you didn't hear what i said.

ㅤㅤㅤ this time, you have to be honest, shaking your head down and listening again to what he had proposed for the weekend.

ㅤㅤㅤ you and theodre nott met one day in the second year at hogwarts. you stopped talking about the details of that encounter a long time ago, but he, a full-fledged slytherin, was the only one who stopped the mockery of the joke that a bunch of ravenclaws had played on you at christmas dinner. now, strangely enough, a clumsy hufflepuff and a coveted slytherin have declared themselves the best friends in the wizarding world. or you were, until recently, when one-sided feelings blossomed.

ㅤㅤㅤ you and theodore are already seniors, and although you think your feelings are nothing new, less than two months ago, you had a majestic revelation. why else would you blush when he tells you how gorgeous a piece of clothing looks on you? why else would you feel your heart race when he hugs you or kisses your cheek? why else do you become a bundle of nerves when he smiles? you were totally lost.

ㅤㅤㅤ —are you sure it won’t be a problem for the others? —you ask, playing with the notepad in your hands—. i don’t want your friends to feel uncomfortable with my presence.

ㅤㅤㅤ —oh, come on, you know that the boys adore you. —theodore closes the book you were studying and forces you to look at him, now understanding the root of your naive question—. you don't mean the boys? right?

ㅤㅤㅤ of course not. what you're really worried about is theodore's ex-girlfriend, with whom he assured that ended on good terms, as friends, according to everyone. the worrying thing is that theodore commented on one occasion, thanks to a slip of his own words and your insistence, that you had been the reason for almost all their arguments. he always spends a lot of time with you, always runs if you need him, always does what you want, and you'll always be on top of her or anyone. and theodore nott could never deny that.

ㅤㅤㅤ —you don't have to worry about that —he assures, caressing your hand gently—. come on, come with us. i promise i'll do my best when we study together and...

ㅤㅤㅤ and he doesn't need to keep talking because there would be no way to refuse when his warm touch turns your stomach, and the innocent look of his blue eyes never stops connecting with yours.

ㅤㅤㅤ when the weekend comes, overwhelmed by the machinery of thoughts, you had decided that you would be honest with theodore that same afternoon. there was little time left to finish the year, and if anything went wrong, you could hide under the endless exams that were coming. it was the perfect plan.

ㅤㅤㅤ it was already the weekend and you were going upriver, because according to theodore, who is walking with the walkman headphones hanging from his neck and at full volume, kilometers towards the mountains there is a beautiful waterfall. something that you had never seen due to your lack of courage.

ㅤㅤㅤ —how much longer? —you ask, tripping over your own steps for the fifteenth time, and only avoiding the fall thanks to theodore catching you again.

ㅤㅤㅤ —a little more, miss i-can’t-stand-sports.

ㅤㅤㅤ you intend to hit his shoulder for the mocking tone, but when you turn to see him he has a huge smile on his face and you can’t contain the explosive blush that settles on your cheeks.

ㅤㅤㅤ you’ve already walked a lot of time, almost infinitely for someone with a great thorn of honesty buried in his tongue. the whole time of the walk your hands have been sweating, your heart hasn’t given you a moment of rest, your head keeps inventing scenarios and, even you’ve had many opportunities to take the great weight off your shoulders, you never manage to get the words out of your mouth.

ㅤㅤㅤ you look at him, theodore has his eyes glued to the road, taking confident steps and softly humming the song that comes through his headphones. maybe that was the biggest difference between you. nott was such a confident boy that he could declare his love to a girl whenever he wanted, sure that he wouldn't be rejected or that they could fall in love with him no matter what.

ㅤㅤㅤ —theo... —it's a whisper that escapes almost without thinking. the others are steps away from you, walking between animated conversations—. i...

ㅤㅤㅤ —theo! —it's his ex-girlfriend, who calls from the group of friends, stopped a couple of meters away—. they've enchanted this path.

ㅤㅤㅤ —give me a second —he shouts back, looking at you intently again—. what were you going to say?

ㅤㅤㅤ and the words get stuck again when all his friends are looking in your direction, waiting for theodore to analyze the situation. then, feeling a heat embrace your cheeks, you deny and assure that you should see what happens first. he didn't seem happy with the way you divert attention, but he doesn't put up any resistance either.

ㅤㅤㅤ —a simple spell, —you say, after examining the magical charge of the place—. but it's one on top of another. if we continue this way, they'll take us to hogwarts without us realizing it.

ㅤㅤㅤ —there must be another sector that isn't enchanted. should we split up and search?

ㅤㅤㅤ —how will we know if we find the other entrance? —mattheo says, taking a drag from the joint they were sharing—. if we turn on a light, they'll discover us from the castle. i imagine they must be watching this shit...

ㅤㅤㅤ everyone agrees, nodding until theodore decides to speak—: you can call them every now and then. you're a legilimens.

ㅤㅤㅤ you look at him. even though you'd like to say no, you're speechless. using your ability for something like this, especially with his best friends, was a matter of death. if you wanted to let them know something, you would have to project yourself into their minds, and every single thing you presented to them would be about theodore nott. his friends would have to be very dumb not to notice your feelings.

ㅤㅤㅤ —that will help, —lorenzo says—. draco and i will go to the right. riddle, zabini, and parkinson can go that other path. maybe it will work. you two continue through the field on this side.

ㅤㅤㅤ even though you would like to say something, you don’t manage to do so before everyone disappears down the paths berkshire had assigned.

ㅤㅤㅤ —are you coming? —theodore asks, walking with his back to the path and inviting you with a smile to follow him.

ㅤㅤㅤ during all the time you spent searching, you didn't talk much more than about finding the way. theodore was sure that they should have left a space to enter, so you both surrounded the magical energy. sometimes, he insisted on knowing what you were going to tell him before. however, you are a mastery in diverting his attention every time.

ㅤㅤㅤ theodore nott with his wavy hair that falls unruly in all directions, white cheekbones, and profiled jaw. it was even surprising that you hadn't noticed your crush before, fantasizing every time about being close to or living with him. until very recently, you would have said that your reactions were just shyness, fear, or surprise, and the scenarios in your head were simply a product of friendship. now it was as clear as water that it wasn't just that, that there was much more behind your emotions.

ㅤㅤㅤ —hey, come here. feel this, —theodore says, calling you over to stand beside him between two large trees.

ㅤㅤㅤ as you approach, you notice that there is no magical pressure pressing against your skin, or if there is, it’s imperceptible. theodore then smiles, certain that he’s found an entrance.

ㅤㅤㅤ —call the boys.

ㅤㅤㅤ you freeze, looking at him with a bit of fear. it takes theodore a second to notice your dismay, his expression changing to one of bewilderment soon after.

ㅤㅤㅤ —what’s wrong?

ㅤㅤㅤ —can’t we turn on a light? i don’t think they’re watching from the castle. don’t you think they’d have come looking for us by now? besides, the boys could have found another entrance. maybe we could go after them and...

ㅤㅤㅤ he frowns, stopping your words—: it's still dangerous to turn on a light, and if they find something, we'll know about it now. come on, you've never had a hard time doing it.

ㅤㅤㅤ you'd like to comply with what he asks, but you take two steps back and step on some stones that make you wobble on your feet. theodore extends his arm to grab yours, trying to stop the fall. however, his own body betrays him and falls with you. one of theodore's hands reaches for the back of your head, protecting it from the fall, and the other supports its own weight to not crush you completely.

ㅤㅤㅤ —shit...

ㅤㅤㅤ his breath collides with yours, making you feel dizzy because of the smell of his perfume and body heat trapped between you two. your whole body has tensed up at the collision, and even if you want to move, you can’t. you look at him then, lingering as you feel the red in your cheeks build up. it was now or never. maybe it’s because of the way his body hasn’t moved an inch, almost enjoying the situation, or because you can’t stop the avalanche of terror that being discovered by his friends causes you.

ㅤㅤㅤ —i like you. —it feels like a bucket of cold water falling on your head, taking you straight to the reality—. i only realized it a few months ago. i know we’re friends, and you probably think this will ruin us. don’t you think so? well, i do. but just think that this never influenced our friendship, even though i probably felt this way from the first day we met. i've always liked you. probably since before we met, if you want me to be honest. this is so dumb. do you think it doesn't make sense? probably...

ㅤㅤㅤ —can you stop saying probably all the time? —theodore interrupts, sitting on the floor, looking at you without any expression you can decipher.

ㅤㅤㅤ a terrifying silence settles between you two. theodore just stares at you, enigmatic and incapable of anything else. you sit down, facing him.

ㅤㅤㅤ —theo? —and with all the fear that runs through your body, you would like to have another reaction than the unbearable silence of the trees dancing—. please, say something.

ㅤㅤㅤ and it happens so fast that it's hard to process. theodore has taken your face, leaning down to collide with your lips and light up thousands of signals throughout your body. the simple contact, although short and soft, had managed to make imaginary fireworks come out of your ears. theodore can't leave everything there because the moment he separates, he attacks your lips again, this time with a playfulness that takes you time to follow. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him tenderly. theodore's hands, which now travel to your hip, make you sigh between the warm movement of his mouth against yours.

ㅤㅤㅤ —theo... —you whisper against his lips, getting him to separate to take a breath of air.

ㅤㅤㅤ —could it have taken you less time to realize it? —he leaves his head against yours, joining your forehead as your bodies adjust to the outburst from a while ago—. don't you think?

ㅤㅤㅤ —what?

ㅤㅤㅤ he smiles, caressing and brushing his rings on your face.

ㅤㅤㅤ —how much i've waited for you to fall in love with me. at this point, i thought it would never happen with all the planning we did with parkinson. didn't you realize how much i tried?

ㅤㅤㅤ your cheeks turn a deep crimson again that it's impossible to look away, because theodore reaches your face to look at you for a while before kissing you again as if he couldn't get enough. the rest of the afternoon passes like that, stuck in the middle of the forest, talking as if he could see a new part of you. now you are as familiar as two friends, but as unknown as two newly in love.

[revelboo]

AAAH!! I wasn't expecting you to actually do a story for Rumble 😭 I squealed when I saw it on my timeline 💙 thank you so much and every blessing upon ye, I hope your crops are flourishing, skin is clear etc. etc.

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Alcohol Eyes Pt 2

IDW Rumble x Reader

• Almost groaning when the little human leans back to put some space between them, his servos flex against soft skin, wanting to pull you back to him. Wanting more as he drops his head against the crook of your neck, mouth finding and chasing the quick beat of your pulse. Hearing that husky laugh of yours that runs electric through him to wind him tight as his palms slide over your soft body. Why had he been so against coming here? He loves it here, loves the noise and press of bodies. Especially yours as he does drag you back to him. “Maybe we can make this a private party?” You ask and he’s not entirely sure what you mean by that, but he’s hoping his guess is right.

• Your stranger’s mouth is on your neck, his lips branding heat over your skin, feeling the barest slip of teeth threatening to nip sending need shivering through you. Forget taking him home as your blood heats. You want this. Pulling away makes him make a low noise that’s almost a growl of protest as you grip his hand and tug him along with you. Half your attention on keeping an eye out for your ex to avoid a fight as you lead your new friend toward the back storage room. You’d worked in the club right out of high school and knew no one ever bothered to lock that door, and you thank every deity you can think of when you find it still unlocked now. It’s darker in here the one bulb hanging from a bare socket doing little to chase away the shadows as you turn to lock the door behind you both.

• Reaching as soon as the lock clicks, Rumble pulls you back into him, servos sliding over you. Venting roughly against your throat, as you reach back to loop an arm around his neck. “Slow down, I’m not going anywhere,” you say, reaching back your other hand to run warm fingers over his thigh. “You want to take off the costume?”

• “No,” he growls, his own hand sliding down your belly, exploring with hesitant touches along the waist band of your jeans. “No.” The word is more insistent, almost desperate when you catch his wrist, like he thinks you’re about to stop him. Shuddering against your back when you guide his hand down the front of your clothes, showing him where you need him.

• Venting raggedly, he cups slick, warm flesh and finds your core to slip a servo inside, feeling the way your heat grips him. “That’s good,” you whisper, leaning your upper body across a container, thighs spreading to give him more access to stroke deeper, his spike aching to be freed. Pulling his hand free to try and figure out how to undo your coverings has you laughing again, the sound stroking over him. “No chill at all, huh?” Shifting to undo that little button and push your pants down. No, he doesn’t have any chill or restraint, wanting this. Needing it as he nudges you back down on your front over the container, freeing his spike to grip himself and slide his length against your slickness. “Wait, my purse. I think I have some-“ you’re saying as he finds you and buries himself inside that wet, welcoming heat that fists his spike, hearing you moan. “Never mind.”

• So much for condoms, but as he rocks his hips, that thick length stroking slowly inside you, there’s no worrying about anything beyond him moving. “Frag, you’re tight,” he snarls, that rough accent you can’t quite place right in your ear as his big hands tighten on your hips to the point you know there’ll be bruising, but he’s still not moving, so you do, rocking as much as you can with your hips up.

• You move against him, pushing yourself back and then he’s thrusting into that wet heat despite wanting to savor the feel of you wrapped around him, that sense of connection he’d been sure he’d never have because of his size, because of his modifications. You’re so small under him as he ruts against you, using his grip on your hips to pull you back to meet the urgent drive of his hips. Hearing the wet sounds of your body taking him and your low, needy sounds that are only for him, because this? It’s his. You’re his.

• He’s not holding back, hips slapping against you, moving hard and deliciously fast. And he is growling, hands flexing on your hips as his frantic thrusts drive you to that peak, then over as he drapes himself against your back with a deep drive of his hips, his mouth against the back of your shoulder, his hips moving in sharp, shallow thrusts as he releases and you tighten on the thick length of him inside you, milking him. “Rumble,” he groans against your skin, hips still moving in shallow, lazy thrusts and you can feel his excess on your inner thigh.

• You lay your cheek on your outstretched arm, head turning to look back at him from the corner of your eye. Smiling when he hesitantly reaches to slide sweat slick hair back from your temple, the intimate gesture stealing your breath for a moment. “Hi, Rumble,” you murmur, laughing softly when he presses himself tighter against you, sheathing himself deep and savoring it as his spark twists with a hunger that’s new and consuming. He’d never really paid much attention to organics before aside from Starscream’s and they were more like a particularly helpless sibling needing protecting. Nothing like this.

• He hasn’t taken off any of his costume except what he’d needed to free himself to fuck you. It’s weird, but not a deal breaker. Not with the lazy way your thighs are trembling or how he’d felt, still feels, inside you. “Can we go again?” He asks so earnestly, so hopefully, and you rock yourself against him in answer. Because while you’d only wanted a quickie to thank him, you’re wondering, praying, he’s single. Because the almost reverent way his big hands slide against your skin, the press of his mouth against your spine in a hungry kiss? This guy’s going to ruin you.

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[seungfl0wer]

Can you do ot8 of when you randomly pick them up on the counter and they think you were gonna give them head(sorry if it's too much) 😅

Pairing: Ot8 x Reader (Gn)

Genre: Smut/Suggestive

Warnings: Mentions of Blowing 🤷

-I made this a bit different but it’s still the same concept I hope that’s alright🩵

-🩵

Bangchan:

He’d jump up on the counter while you were cooking. Talking to you about his day when you went towards him to give him a kiss before dropping to your knees. His heart would beat fast mind going dirty before you opened a counter to grab a pan. His face was peppered red trying to look else where before you saw. Coming back up not realizing what just happened. He’d try to go back to talking trying to push the naughty thoughts of you away.

Lee know:

He had jumped up on the counter right in your way teasing you as you looked for a bowl. You rolled your eyes at him kneeling down to grab a bowl from the bottom counter. He smirked to himself “wow there” he’d tease you looking up at him. “You can’t just get on your knees in between my legs and not let me make a move.” He said his eyes staring into you. Damnit all you wanted was cereal.

Changbin:

Sitting on the edge of the bed talking to you about some song he was having troubles with. You nodded listing to him but rummaging through your stuff trying to find something. “Oh there it is” you said softly getting on your knees grabbing your bracelet that was under the bed. Changbin heart skipped a beat, his words stuttering out and his face red “aaah babe you can’t just-“ his words trailed off you locking eyes with him “hmm?” You answered back. He rolled his eyes at you “nothing nothing”

Hyunjin:

You two were painting in his room having a relaxing time as it started to turn dark out. He stretched accidentally knocking over your brushes. You went to pick them up hyunjins eyes going big. He bit his lip looking down at you “hey babe” he would say softly making you look up “wanna go cuddle?” He asked with a devilish smile having thoughts circling in his head about how he was gonna take you.

Han:

Sitting at the table getting ready to eat, you had accidentally dropped a spoon on the ground. You kneeled down to grab it as you moved Jisung stiffened. He wanted to say something but his words were caught in his throat. His thoughts swirled making him twitch in his pants. When you moved he whined loudly. “You can’t just do that and not- jagi please dinner can wait a few” his voice sounding needy.

Felix:

You two were sitting on the couch watching a movie when your found had fallen making a thump on the floor. You kneeled down to grab it feeling you between his legs like that made him hiccup eyes trying to just stick to the tv. His cock twitch in his pants at the thought. “Hey, hey love why don’t we lay down and cuddle hmm?” He said softly knowing damn well it would lead to something.

Seungmin:

He had came into the kitchen as you grabbed a snack jumping up on the counter beside you. You went down quickly kneeling below him the smug smirk plastering across his face. You smacked his leg outta the way to grab a plate “aah pup” he whined a bit looking down at you, you looked up meeting his gaze “while your down there I got another thing you can snack on” his voice teased.

Jeongin:

Sitting on the edge of the tub taking to you as you got ready for bed. You dropped your phone panicking kneeling down to grab it. Jeongins heart races at your motions. You stood up quickly as you grabbed your phone. The boy before you had such pretty blush against his face “I don’t think I can sleep right now babe” he said softly.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[rottenk1sses]

hiii mommy art donaldson anon here again and i looooved how you writed!! i'm so happy to read more pegging art fics i live for that shit and i absolutely love your writing

and i have silly little idea again hihihi

imagine you're fucking him full with the strap, and he's sooooo stimulated, dumb in your cock repeating everything you tell him. and you play into it for a while, telling him he's a good boy, that he's doing so good for you, you know, the usual. but then a sparkling idea comes to mind.

"you're gonna make daddy come if you keep moaning like that baby, you don't want to become a mommy so soon right?"

i know he would eat that shit up and start calling you daddy in a second

aaah hi hi lovely ! ! thank you so much <3 and i loved your ask, it definitely got me thinking

always happy to write more stuff about pegging art

usually art gets to relax when you’ve got your strap inside his guts, but tonight is different. he insisted on it being different, actually.

your back is pressed into the wooden headboard as he bounces over your lap, his warm face smushed into your neck as he pants and clings to your body—his hands holding the sides of your torso, his fingers digging into your soft skin.

he’s moaning like he’s got something to prove with you; a sharp cry muffled into your shoulder when he swivels his hips just right and gets his prostate bumped by the tip of the silicone rod. every time he slides back down the length of it, he lets out the prettiest “aah”.

“i wouldn’t mind if you wanted to go faster,” you whisper into his hair. one of your hands moving from his rear to stroke the nape of his neck. he swallows; you can feel his adam’s apple bob.

“faster?” he whines, automatically grinding quicker over the toy which only forces him to start whimpering between the rest of his usual gasps and groans.

you beam.

“fuuuck, artie.. god, you’re so good at this..”

the praise goes straight to his belly and boils its way up to his neglected, aching cock.

“mmngh, hngh—hngh—hngh, can i touch?”

such an obedient little thing he is when he gets like this. it’s precious.

“want me to?”

he nods before the words are even fully out of your mouth. you reach down and wrap a hand around his thick appendage, and he immediately jolts in your grasp, rocking faster and faster over the dildo. you scoop up the precome that’s been seeping from his tip for the last ten minutes and use it to start pumping him rhythmically.

his head snaps up from your shoulder and his back arches beautifully—his toned abdomen clenching and twitching as he clearly fights the orgasm that’s just seconds away. his balls draw up in the next moment. he hiccups around a broken sob.

but now that he’s pulled away, you get a view of his chest too. his pecs. the way they bounce with each of his movements. hm. it sparks something in you that’s all-too-familiar now.

“shit,” you suddenly groan, your voice lower and raspier than before, “if you keep that up, you’re gonna make daddy come.. and you don’t want to be a mommy yet, do you?”

and those perfectly-timed words are all that it takes to send him hurtling into his climax at full-force. blinding white pleasure thrumming through his entire body as he clutches at yours and wails, slamming himself down once more and letting his orgasm shoot out and into your touch. he doesn’t care that he can’t really get pregnant, because in that moment, when you’ve got his head spinning and his cock throbbing, he almost believes that he can. yes, he wants to be a mommy, he wants you to get him pregnant with your strap, that’s all he wants..!

“im c-cumming,” he shakes, as if you didn’t already know, your fist still stroking him as the prickles of overstimulation begin to creep in.

“gonna put a kid in you, baby,” you can’t help but rasp, deliriously and empathetically stuck in your lover’s pleasure.

and it’s damn near enough to make him meet his end.

[racoonblossom]

You asked to send requests and I have one, if you want to bc I loved your other ones LIKE AAAH!.!.! Dean Winchester and it’s the good ole enemies to lovers trope, but like reader has finally had enough and jokes about something like “can I just suck your dick to make you shut up” and Dean just goes blushy quiet, then after that it’s just constant teasing were none of them is joking but neither of them are sure if its really jokes or nah, then it ends in rough smut please and thank you 🙏🏻

Attitude | MDNI

summary: you guys hated each other, but Dean had an attitude fixer.

warnings: cursing, unprotected p in v (pls wrap before tap), asshole dean, rough smut

pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

word count: 1.5k

note: thank you sm for the request!!! sorry if its not good I wrote this when I was really tired but here ya go!! :)

You hated Dean, and I mean hated him. You lived with the Winchesters in their bunker because Sam was your best friend. For some reason you and Dean never got along. Despite the fact that you and Sam were absolute besties.

“I swear to god I know you have my phone!” Dean shouts, echoing through the bunkers kitchen. You groan rolling your eyes, you just wanted to grab a beer in peace. You turned around to face him, being met by his angry expression.

“Dean…” you spoke softly before yelling “I don’t have your fucking phone!” You shouted heading to exit the kitchen, you were tired of this shit. You and Dean argued so much that sometimes Sam left the bunker to get away from you guys and the bickering.

Dean grabbed your arm roughly spinning you around to face him. You couldn’t count the amount of times Sam had to step in to stop you two from throwing punches.

“Look I know you’re always up to some weird shit okay?!” Dean roughly said getting in your face. “So just give me the phon-“

You groaned loudly cutting him off, “I don’t have your phone! Got it!? So just shut up!” You shout shoving dean back slightly, he didn’t move an inch. Dean practically growled tightening his grip on your arm.

“You have it. You always steal my shit!” Somehow his voice got louder, you wouldn’t be surprised if Sam had already left to get away from this, or was on his way to make sure you guys didn't kill each other.

“Oh for fucks sake Dean- if I suck your dick with you shut up?” You spoke while shrugging his touch off, crossing your arms. Dean froze, a blush forming across his face. You tilted your head “well?”

Dean cleared his throat “uh- I- uhm” your smirk got bigger seeing the Dean Winchester get flustered. You scoffed spinning on your heels to leave the kitchen, beer in hand. Dean was left there speechless, he couldn’t believe what you just said.

It had been awhile since the comment you made. The teasing didn’t stop it just grew more… sexual? Dean started making jokes about ‘fucking the attitude out of you’ which you only matched his energy. All three of you just finished a hunt, where you and dean were at each others throats the entire time like usual. You were currently laying in bed scrolling on your laptop, you did feel kind of bad. You had been really pissy on the hunt, making more rude comments to dean.

“Hey asshole.” Dean said bitterly, smirking as he leaned against your doorframe. You glared up at him for a second before scoffing “what Dean?” Why the hell was this asshole talking to you?

He sighed stepping closer “What you did was stu-“ you groaned chucking a pillow at him, he was really trying to talk about the hunt. Dean dodged the flying pillow with a scoff.

“I just want one moment of peace asshole can you just shut up fo-“ Dean cut you off stepping closer “or what? Gonna suck my dick?” He tilted his head a smirk plastered on his smug face. You scoffed, was he joking? You weren’t really sure so you played along.

“Well what if I do.” You lean back scrolling on your laptop, you had an attitude. An attitude that Dean hated more then anything. Dean grabbed your ankles tugging you to the edge of the bed with a yelp. Your anger grew as you stared up at him.

“Dean what the hell-“ you were quickly silenced by a hand over your mouth. You grabbed his hand trying to pull it off, but damn was dean strong.

“Look. I’m tired of this shit, Sam constantly making us say sorry. I have a better solution, every time you give me attitude I fuck the shit out of you, got it?” You were speechless, was this still a joke? Dean tilted his head with the biggest smirk on his face. “Got it?” He said a bit more sternly.

You were frozen in place, was he serious? No he couldn’t be. Dean clicked his tongue tugging his shirt off flicking it to the side. Your gaze followed his shirt drop to the side as your jaw was practically on the floor.

“Dean what the fuck?!” You yelp again as dean grabs you throwing you further up the bed, like he couldn't pick how he wanted you. “Dean seriously- you know I was joking right?” You laugh nervously your eyes darting around Dean's bare torso as he climbed over you.

“You made all those jokes and now you don’t want to follow through?” He scoffs tugging your shirt off, to which you lifted your arms to help. Why were you okay with this? You shouldn’t be. “There we go… little attitude of yours gone already” he chuckled moving onto his belt. "And I haven't even touched you yet." Before you could blink he tugged his pants down, along with his boxers, freeing his cock.

Your eyes were wide, he was massive. “Woah Dean- if you want to do this at least prepare me by fingering me or something” you scoffed, you don’t know if you could take all of him.

Dean didn’t reply he just pulled down your pants with your underwear. He placed your legs over his shoulder practically bending you in half. “You don’t get to be prepared. I'm fixing that attitude remember?” He scoffed beginning to push in.

You groaned throwing your head back in pain and pleasure, your hands gripping his biceps trying to steady yourself. He kept pushing in making you whimper underneath him. He gripped at your bra pulling it down until your tits popped out. A feral growl left his mouth as he attached his mouth to your left nipple while pushing in. You moaned a hand going to his hair, gripping firmly as he buried himself deep inside you.

Your back arched up as he was now fully inside you, you felt full. He kissed along your boobs until he met your right nipple, sucking on it firmly. He pushed one hand on your stomach to keep you down, but that only made you more aware of how deep he currently was. “Dean- holy shit-“ you panted out leaning your head back as Dean sucked a hickey on the underside of your boob. He began to thrust, not slow and gentle but rough. You didn’t have anytime to prepare so the pain shot up your body. “D-dean slow do-“ you gasped as a hand covered your mouth momentarily.

“Your lucky your not on your knees right now- fuck your tight.” He growled out moving his hands to the underside of your thighs to thrust more harsher into you. You gasped and moaned tightening around his cock. You heard a laugh escape his mouth, “oh fuck you want this, practically milking my cock sweetheart”

You wanted to fight this, you hated the man. But god did he feel good balls deep inside you. You screwed your eyes shut as Dean's movements grew faster, the headboard repeatedly banging into the wall. The room was filled with the banging and vulgar sounds from your pussy. Dean was focused on where your two bodies met, he let out a low whimper when you squeezed him just right. Without saying anything dean pulled out of you flipping you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up before slamming back into you.

You let out a porn worthy moan, your hands grabbing onto the headboard. “Yeah… that’s it” he whispered, not meaning for you to hear. Deans hands interlocked over yours as he slammed into your ass at a brutal pace. “Dean… I-“ you whimpered legs shaking slightly. You were painfully close to your release.

“Yeah I know-" He groaned throwing his head back for a moment, "gonna cum all over my cock?” Dean was teasing you, but you were too focused on the pounding he was giving you. He clicked his tongue “yeah I know you are” he chuckled grabbing your hips to go faster, one hand trailing down to rub your clit. With a few rubs you came undone, eyes rolling back as dean helped you through your high. You could tell dean was getting close himself, his growls turning into whimpers as he got more erratic.

You panted when Dean finally pulled out, making you feel empty. Dean was still behind you, giving himself a few strokes before he released all over your ass. You gasped feeling the liquid trail down your ass and onto the bed sheets.

Dean stood up panting as he found his discarded clothes, “attitude gone.” He laughed out. You sat up quickly pulling the blankets over your messy body, the liquid now staining the bedsheets. “See you later” was all he said before he walked out of your room, mid putting his shirt on.

"Asshole!" You called out before collapsing back onto the bed. Maybe you should start taking the teasing seriously.

[ithilien-writes]

Hiii I love your recent ficlet of buddie running into Abby and I was wondering if you could do one of them meeting bathena on a date night :)

aaah thank you! 💜 i decided to go with secret relationship buddie and as much as i appreciate everyone's headcanon that bobby is the og buddie shipper i personally think oblivious/frogboiled!bobby is just funnier 🫶

(to anyone reading: this was written really quickly and without much editing, so please take it in that spirit. i'm past the block that sparked the original call for prompts, but you can still always feel free to send me some more!!)

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Just Like That [buck/eddie, bobby/athena, G, ~700 words]

Bobby is feeling pretty pleased with himself as they enter the restaurant, he has to say. It was not an easy reservation to get and Athena is practically glowing, absolutely stunning in a brand new dress she bought just for the occasion that Bobby is valiantly trying his best to enjoy without jumping straight to imagining it on their bedroom floor at the end of the night.

He's... at least partially successful.

But he's definitely distracted enough that it's no surprise he misses them at first. So it's Athena who ends up pulling him slightly away from where the server had been leading them, stopping in front of a different table entirely.

"Well, look who it is," she says.

Her voice is warm, but her eyebrow is also raised slightly. And sure enough, there's Buck and Eddie, both dressed in dapper suits and looking up at them in surprise.

"Ah, Cap!" Buck says, he and Eddie both standing to greet them. "Athena. Hey! This is- that's so-"

He looks to Eddie, who smiles in way that Bobby might almost call a grimace if he didn't know better.

"It's great to see you both," Eddie says. "Date night?"

"It's our anniversary," Bobby tells him.

"Congratulations," Eddie tries to say, but Buck's voice cuts in at the same time, talking over him a bit.

"We were just- just hanging out, n-no special occasion here."

Athena's other eyebrow raises to match the first, but Bobby just chuckles slightly, unfazed. The server coughs discreetly behind them and Bobby nods his head, his hand moving to the small of his wife's back to gently steer her back towards their intended table.

"Well, you two have a nice night," he tells them, and Eddie gives him that same grimacing smile again.

"Oh, yeah, we- uh. You too!" Buck says as they turn away, both he and Eddie moving to sit back down again.

It's not until they're seated at their own table across the restaurant that Athena reaches over and hits Bobby on the shoulder. Hard.

"Ow," he says. "What was that for?"

"When were you gonna tell me about that little development?" she asks, and Bobby tilts his head slightly, still rubbing at his shoulder.

"What?" he asks again, eloquent as ever.

His wife rolls her beautiful brown eyes at him.

"Buck and Eddie," she clarifies. "You could have told me they were dating."

Bobby can't help it, he laughs a little, though it turns into a bit of a cough when he sees Athena's unimpressed glare.

"Sorry," he says, after a moment, "it's just- honey, they're not dating."

Athena's eyebrows both return to her hairline.

"You saw that just now, right?" she says.

Bobby nods, bringing his hands up in a slightly placating gesture, still chuckling a little despite himself.

"Trust me, that's just how they are," he tells her. "I have to work twenty-four hour shifts with those two, remember? I think I would know."

"Bobby, sweetheart, I love you," Athena says, somehow making the words sounds like, you are so dumb, "but this restaurant has a six-month waitlist for reservations. No one is taking a friend here for a casual hang out, and that's not even to mention Buck acting like a teenager caught with his pants down just now."

"That's just... how Buck is," Bobby tells her - determinedly not thinking about the time he actually caught Buck with his pants down.

Athena sighs deeply.

"I'm not even gonna touch that," she mutters, as the server comes over to take their drink orders.

Once the server leaves again, she takes his hand across the table.

"It's our anniversary, so I'm gonna let this go for now," she tells him. "But after your shift tomorrow, I'm gonna need us to circle back so you can tell me how right I am."

Bobby smiles.

"So just an average Wednesday then," he teases, and Athena's responding scoff is ruined by the way she grins into it, clearly pleased.

And well- Bobby should really know better by now than to bet against his wife. But given the way the rest of the evening goes for him - because God, that dress really does look even better on their bedroom floor - he'll gladly take the 'I told you so' he has coming with grace.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

The Cause and The Effect

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Leo found he couldn't stop smiling.

Mikey was running around, fun and fancy free, all about the halls as they traipsed through looking for Donnie -- or rather, AudreyTello.

Last LeonAudro knew or could remember from his universe (before he'd been re-spored and transported here), tensions with mutants were still high thanks to the TCRI and Mikey wasn't yet cleared to leave the lair, not even in disguise. He would have gone stir crazy if it hadn't been for Draxum and the Hidden City, or Leo's portals. But there was very little to match the feeling of being allowed to run untethered and unafraid. Part of Leo didn't want Mikey to ever leave this place, the sanctuary it offered, the freedom and the peace and the strange familiarity of it all. But he knew that this wasn't home, and in the end that was what he and Mikey needed more than anything. Home. Family. Peace.

And so Leo had decided to keep Mikey as entertained as possible. Much to the annoyance of Luke.

"I don't know if he should be running around a lot," Luke grunted. "What if he gets lost again?"

"He won't!" Leo rebutted, pasting his classic smirk on to prove his confidence in Mikey. "Besides, Michael's got our scents locked in. If he gets too far, he can --"

"There are literally hundreds of you here," Luke growled.

"But how many Leos that smell like fungus?" Leo challenged, his grin only growing. "And how many Leatherheads, or Mama Bears? Hmmmm?"

Luke paused, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of a comeback. In the end, he grit his teeth and pushed past him.

"I still think it's a bad idea."

Leo chuckled at his small victory. He knew ragging on the croc was not the best way to make friends, but he couldn't help it if he was too cool for him. Leo ran past the grumpy Yokai to catch up to his brother, who was already zooming back their way.

"Hey, Mike!" Leo called out. "C'mere, I got an idea for a game we can play!"

Luke grunted as he rolled his eyes. Julia stepped in closer and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"He's gettin' on my nerves is all," Luke sighed. "I don't know if I can trust him. He's still connected to the hive. What if he's secretly working against us? Or what if Audrey III is using him to unwittingly spy on us?"

Julia paused, tutting softly as she thought it over.

"...We should try to give him the benefit of the doubt. For Mikey's sake?"

Luke nodded.

"Okay, fine... but he gets three strikes. Three. I think, considering everything that we've been through, that's fair."

Julia sighed. She couldn't control Luke or his temper, and she could understand his hesitance to trust the NFIF AU.

"If you think that's best..." Julia relented. "But remember, people aren't always what they appear to be. I know you know that, and I hope you remember that applies to them as well."

Luke's expression softened.

"I know. And I get it for Mikey. He didn't choose what happened to him."

"Neither did Leo," Julia reminded.

Luke's mouth tightened.

"...I'll try to be patient with him."

"That's all I ask," Julia smiled.

Luke smiled back before rushing away to catch up to the feral teens who had somehow gotten away from him and Julia.

"Hey, guys!" Luke called out, scanning the many intersecting hallways. "Where'd you go--"

Luke felt something hard and heavy spontaneously crash into his chest, sending him flat onto the ground and knocking the wind out of his lungs. He gasped on the floor, looking up in shock to see DM Mikey's giddy and silly face, tongue half-hanging out the side of his mouth as his tail wagged. Leo revealed himself from behind a corner, laughing so hard he started coughing and choking.

"Oh-ho, man!" he cackled, doubling over and wiping a tear from his face. "Nice going, Mikey! And you should have seen your face, Swampy! You looked like this, like 'blaaah! aaah what is happening, raaah!' Y'know? Mikey loves doing that to me and the guys back home... Oh man, Priceless!!"

Luke grumbled as he sat up, glaring at LeonAudro.

"...Strike one."

"Strike-huh? Whadjya say?" Leo asked, face still red from laughing himself silly.

"That was strike one."

"Strike one? What, I have a strike count now?" To Leatherhead's astonishment, LeonAudro seemed more curious than concerned. "What happens when I get to strike three?"

"You don't wanna know," he growled, hoping that would convey the seriousness.

"Yeeeaaaaah but I kinda do, that's why I asked--"

"I said you don't wanna know."

"But what if I--"

"You don't. Wanna. Know. Dude."

"Can't you tell me?" Leo asked, almost begging as pressed his hands together.

"I'll tell you when you get to strike three," Luke warned with a growl.

"Okay great awesome thanks!" Leo said with a smile before grabbing his younger brother off of the croc's chest. "MIKEY HELP ME OUT WE GOTTA GET TO STRIKE THREE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE!! WE'RE SPEEDRUNNING THE CONSEQUENCES OF OUR ACTIONS!"

The two ran off again, leaving Luke sprawled on the floor with a grimace.

"...I think I kind of hate that guy."

. . .

LeonAudro tugged DM Mikey along the path, trying to find another good way to keep Mikey entertained. Mikey had opted to try and run on two legs rather than four, but this was still a challenge at times and could impede his speed. Thus, Leo was tugging Mikey along and not the other way around.

Leo saw a stall offering snacks and beverages, and brought it to his brother's attention.

"Hey Mike, ya hungry?"

Mikey nodded enthusiastically, stumbling a few of the steps as Leo guided him to the stall.

"You don't have to walk on the two legs if it's bothering you, bud," Leo said.

"I-I knnnnnow, b-but it l-looks weird," Mikey mumbled. "I get sssss-tares."

"Don't mind them, they just think you're super cool and they're embarrassed that they can't match your level."

Mikey laughed and gave Leo a side hug.

"Thanks."

"No problem. So, whatchya wanna nosh? I think they have shish-kabobs here!"

As Mikey perused the options, Leo ordered a can of soda. The mod operating the stall handed the cold can of carbonation over to him with a nervous smile.

"Careful though, it might be a bit shaken."

Leo nodded, content to wait patiently as his soda calmed itself down. But then he saw Luke barreling their way. And he got an awful idea. Leo started shaking the can as hard as he could behind his back.

"Heeyyyy, if it isn't Lyle Lyle Crocodile!" LeonAudro joked, a grin on his face as he greeted the steamed Leatherhead.

"You guys gotta stop running off like that," Luke growled. "You keep leaving me and my mom behind!"

"Oh, relax!" Leo crooned. "We're just having some fun, don't worry! Geez, you look hot-headed. Why not cool down? Here, you can take my soda, I'll get another one."

Luke raised an eyebrow as he took the can.

"Awfully generous of you-- BLRBGLGLBRB!"

Luke was practically waterboarded by the spray of soda. He dropped the can and stepped back, spluttering and coughing as he came to the realization what had just happened. He blinked, and saw Leo cackling madly, with Mikey snickering in the background. Luke scowled as the soda dripped down his face and chest, soaking the few garments he wore.

"That's strike two."

"Oh come on!" Leo laughed. "That shouldn't count! It was just a prank! It's half a strike, at best."

"I thought you wanted to get to strike three?" Luke questioned.

"Yeah, but I gotta earn it!" Leo smirked. "That wasn't even my half-best work."

"I don't know how Mikey can stand being around you," Luke grumbled, shaking some of the sticky soda that was dripping down his arms.

Leo lurched back at that statement, his perfectly crafted smirk stayed in tact, save for a small crack in the mask and a twitch in the eye and smile.

"Yeah, I know right? His standards have lowered exponentially!" LeonAudro laughed.

Luke raised a suspicious eyebrow, but didn't push the matter when Mikey came trotting along, three grilled kabobs in his mouth. He grinned at the duo, grilled steak and barbecued veggies in his smile.

"I'll go get us some drinks. Luke, want anything?" Leo asked.

Leatherhead blinked at the suggestion, then shrugged.

"I'll just take some water and a ton of napkins."

"You got it. Mikey, you want anything?"

"Owamge Soba, pweash," Mikey answered, kabobs muffling his speech.

"Okay, one orange soda and one water with a truckload of napkins. And I'm gonna get a new soda."

Leo stepped away for a moment before returning with the requested items, handing the soda to Mikey and the water with napkins to Luke.

"Thanks," Luke said, already wiping his face off. "What brand of soda did you get?"

"Oh, this?" Leo asked, holding the can up for Leatherhead to see. "It's my favourite flavour of soda, it --"

Leo was stopped mid-sentence when Luke, with a completely straight face, took the can, shook it vigorously, pointed it at the stunned turtle, and cracked it open. Leo was instantly drenched by the spray. He shouted his protests, little good it did, and stumbled backwards. Soon enough the can was emptied, and Leo stared wide-eyed at Luke, who finally smiled smugly and simply replied "Payback."

Leo turned and glanced at Mikey, who was desperately trying to hold in his snickers. LeonAudro smiled, giggles filtering in slowly.

"Okay, okay. I totally deserved that. So, we're even? Can we say no strike two?"

"Half a strike," Leatherhead conceded.

"Cool. I'll go get some more napkins," Leo nodded.

. . .

A phantom rolled through the arenas, unseen by the majority of the contenders. A cloud of mists trailed after him as he followed the butterfly mod. His violet caped flowed as he stepped with haste and determination. Something about his demeanor set the halls with a sense of dread, cold and calculating.

He had been searching for someone. Still searching, only now it seemed he was finally getting somewhere. This person he was looking for, a lost soul. Someone who would undoubtably have no idea what to do without his brilliant brother. He had to find him quickly, before he got himself into trouble. Fortunately for the phantom, this Mod had approached him with the offer to help find lost items or people.

"You're certain you can locate him?" the phantom asked, his voice low so as not to draw attention to himself.

He may have blended in with the shadows, but his presence was sensed nonetheless. Almost like that of a dream in passing, a memory you were trying to forget. A fear you did not want to confront.

"Don't worry!" the butterfly cooed brightly. "We'll find the one you're looking for."

"Good," the phantom smiled. "Because I am running low on time."

. . .

DM Mikey was getting fidgety. Leo noticed it, so did Julia and Leatherhead. Michelangelo was a rambunctious teen to begin with, bursting with energy and excitement, his ADHD running him wild. But now, his ADHD mixed with his animalistic mutations and instincts to roam free and be a bit feral; and he wasn't just run wild, it ran him ragged. Mikey needed to move around so much more, his creature features causing his metabolism to spiral. The teen could usually find ways to occupy himself (especially with Dee's special home jungle-gym), but it was getting tough to find ways to keep entertained in these never-ending backdoor-looking arenas. Leo knew he had to do something, poor Mikey was starting to unravel from jitterbugs and boredom.

And Leo knew he had to make up for lost time.

LeonAudro glanced back at Leatherhead and Julia, who were whispering amongst themselves. Probably about Leo's antics. Oh well, they could deal with one more antic, right?

"Hey, Mikey," Leo said in a hush-hush tone. "Wanna play a game?"

Mikey looked up at Leo, his eyes wide as he nodded.

"What game, Blue?"

"Wanna race?"

Mikey nodded again, his scarred and torn lips curling into a sunshine-bright smile.

"But w-w-what ab-bout Luke a-an' Big Mama -- Mama Julia -- Bear Mom?" Mikey stuttered.

"They can play too, don't worry!" Leo stated. "Ready?"

Mikey immediately got into a ready stance, hind legs reared and spine stretched out like a cat about to chase after his prey.

"Okay, ready?" Leo whispered, before looking back at the others. "HeyGuysWe'reGonnaDoARaceBetterGetReady!"

"Wait, what?!" Luke yelled back, distracted by his conversation with his mother. "Hang on--!"

"OneTwoThreeGo!"

Mikey sped off like a shot, vanishing almost instantly as he bounded away. Leo ran after him as fast as possible, though he knew he would never catch up to him. He was tempted to use his ninpo, but for whatever reason the power that kept him tethered to the spores kept his teleportation skills at a minimum. Luke and Julia screamed after them to hold on, wait a minute! But Leo didn't seem to care. So long as Mikey had a good time.

Leo ran as fast as possible, yelling back with a laugh "Try to keep up! Don't wanna get left behind!"

He didn't see the look of disgusted horror on Luke's face as Leo turned the corner and vanished. It took Leo something around 10 minutes to catch up with Mikey again, and that was only because Mikey realized he'd gone too far and turned back to find him. The feral fungus lads wandered the grounds, exploring the various compounds and stalls.

LeonAudro had found a door leading to an outdoor station, where old fashioned stalls made up to look like something from a fantasy novel were set around cobblestone pathways, a few carnival games, and grassy hills. Mikey had the absolute time of his life meeting new people and playing the fun games. They had all but forgotten about the MBU clan as the bros enjoyed their time together; and by sunset they were sitting on a bench, Mikey humming softly as they watched the sky change tones.

"That was fun, right?" Leo smiled.

"Y-y-yessss," Mikey crowed. "Fun day. Thank you, Leo."

"Anytime, bud."

The two sat in silence, the heavens turning red and purple slowly.

"...H-hey, Lllleo?"

"Yeah, Mikey?"

"Where are Red and Purple?"

Leo's breath caught in his lungs, and he thought he was about to have a heart attack. He'd been waiting for this question, and the fact that Mikey used their colours rather than their names was a bad sign. Same with his stutter -- those factors only came into play when he was nervous or stressed, or dealing with issues from the mutations. He was more likely to forget how to walk upright, or what he'd done that day, or how to say certain words if he was struggling. It was a reeeeaaally bad sign if he forgot his brothers' names. LeonAudro felt something rising in his chest, a cold anxiety that made his head light and his stomach flip. Blue tints filled the edges of his vision. He blinked it away, breathing deeply as he sought for the right words.

"...I'm not sure where they are right now. Do you know their names, though?"

Mikey paused, lifting his head to look at Leo's face.

"...D-D-Donnieeee... An' Rrrrraph," he purred. "I-I remember."

"Just making sure."

Mikey kept his eyes on Leo.

"Leo? Can I ask you ssssomething?"

"Anything, dude."

Michelangelo reached up, his claws gently coming to Leo's eyes but not quite reaching them.

"Wwwwhat happened to your eyes?"

The big brother's gaze diverted away from his curious and concerned little brother.

"It's... a long story. I had wondered if you remembered what happened... Mike, do you recall a mission with mushrooms?"

Mikey leaned in close.

"You mean... l-l-like... drugs?"

Leo almost doubled over laughing.

"No! No no no, not at all!" he cackled. "It wasn't like that, it was just an evil giant mushroom with a glowing eye, and when we breathed in the spores it made us see these terrifying hallucinations..."

"That sounds just like dr-drugs, Leo," Mikey insisted.

Leo laughed again.

"I swear it wasn't! Anyway, to make a long story short, I got infected by the mushroom and it... made me do a lot of bad things. Things I regret. And this is kind of a... calling card."

Mikey stared at him, studying every aspect of his face and eyes.

"Leo... was like Mikey?"

"Huh?"

"Prisoner," he explained softly. "Withhhh a voice in Leo's head that made y-you do bad things. Like Instinct."

Leo slouched, his usually over-confident facade fading away as he took Mikey's hand and nodded silently.

"Can Mikey help?"

Leo shook his head.

"That's not your job, bud. I'm getting better, I swear."

Mikey rested against his chest, a gentle hug made mostly so they could feel each other's heartbeats.

"Please remember I love you, if nothing else."

Leo pulled Mikey closer, recalling those words from a long time ago.

"I will."

The stars began to twinkle in the skies above, constellations that neither had ever seen before. Just as Leo was about to suggest heading inside, a gruff and furious voice called out to them.

"WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU THINKING?!"

Leo's neck was struck with whiplash from how fast his head swiveled. Leatherhead was storming over, smoke practically pouring from his ears. Julia was close behind him, her expression hard and stern but not quite so frightening as Luke's.

"Oh, hey guys!" Leo waved. "Glad you finally caught up."

"Don't EVEN start with me!" Luke shouted. "How could you just run off like that?! We were supposed to stick together! Why did you leave us? And not tell us where you were going?!"

"It was just a game, dude," Leo snapped back. "Chill out."

"We had no idea where you were!!" Luke screamed, startling Mikey. "We were worried sick!"

"Hey, calm down!" Leo yelled, grabbing Luke by the wrist. "It was just a game --"

Luke wrenched his hand back, snarling in fury.

"That's strike three," he growled, voice deep and dark.

Leo gaped at him.

"Wait, for real? You're striking me because I took Mikey --"

"Do you even CARE about what's going on?!" Leatherhead shouted. "Do you even think?! Or do you only just play around like nothing matters?? While you've been goofing off and causing trouble, we've been trying to find a way to keep YOUR brother safe! Or did you forget that?!"

"Hey, don't get all grouchy with me because you can't handle a few funny pranks and jokes!"

"The only joke here is YOU," Luke rebuked. "You don't care at all about your brother, do you?"

Mikey growled at Luke, his tail swinging in between the two and encompassing Leo, who looked stunned. Luke's eyes widened and his face went pale at Mikey's reaction. LeonAudro looked back at Julia, hoping she'd mediate somehow. Julia simply had her arms crossed as she shook her head.

"I'm not mad," she sighed. "Just disappointed."

Leo's mask fell. Not the fake one with a carved smile that he'd discarded some time ago, but the one he'd been wearing ever since he was made leader. The mask that hid his true fears and insecurities. Blue began to fill his eyes up again, his head felt light and his hands trembled.

"I... I didn't mean..."

"Let's just go," Luke growled, "let's find a place to stay tonight. Because after today, I'm done with you."

. . .

Julia opened the door to the room and gingerly stepped inside. Leo had mentioned that last year, after a whole spore-zombie invasion (he looked quite queasy and pale mentioning that) he and another few AU competitors had gathered for a post-victory turtle-pile slumber party. It was like a fancy hotel room, nice and clean and magically sized to house everyone needed. There was even a basket of knitting needles for her on the table.

The three AUs walked inside, tensions high and animosity still brewing under the surface. Everyone felt on edge. Julia stayed in the doorway as the three teens stormed into the room, each one taking separate corners of the living space to sulk in. The Mama Bear took in a deep and rumbling breath before addressing the trio.

"Alright, I've had enough of this," she stated. "You three are going to have a talk and work things out. Right now."

LeonAudro gawked at her, his mouth open as if to ask her what on earth she was thinking. But one 'Mom Glare' in his direction, and Leo had elected to keep his thoughts to himself.

"I'm going out to get some supplies. When I come back, I expect you to have patched things up or come to an agreement. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am," their voices echoed.

Julia nodded sternly before stepping out, leaving the room in utterly uncomfortable silence.

LeonAudro sighed deeply, and turned to Mikey, who looked terrified. Leo signed for him to 'give us some space'. Mikey's shoulders bunched nervously as he scurried into the other room. Leo waited a full fifteen minutes after he heard the bedroom door close to approach Luke.

"Heyyyy, uh.... wassup."

Was that seriously the best he could do?

He cleared his throat and tried again.

"Um, I just wanted to say... I-I'm sorry for everything I did, and..."

LeonAudro stepped around the couch to face Leatherhead, and saw red rimmed eyes and a completely tear-stained face.

"Dude," Leo said, eyes going big as saucers. "Are you okay."

Luke grimaced.

"Do you actually care?"

Leo sighed as he sat down on the arm of the couch.

"I do care. I guess I just have a funny way of showing it. And I really am sorry, I wasn't intentionally trying to bug you."

"What about the soda can?"

"Okay, maybe that time. But that was just for laughs, I swear. I'm not trying to make enemies." Leo huffed. "Let's be real, it's not like I have to try to make enemies. It just happens. I'm great like that."

Luke wrung his hands and sighed.

"Fine. And I guess I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean to make Mikey so upset... I just really care a lot about him, y'know? He... he reminds me of my Mikey. And he reminds me of myself. I had a tough time growing up and... I just want him safe." Luke looked up at him, voice dripping with anger. "And I don't know how safe he is with you."

Leo felt the colour drain from his face.

"I-- I know I made a lot of mistakes, I got the three strikes, but I'll make it up to you! I'll -- look, here, you can hit me! I'll let you punch me in the face top make up for what happened. You can hit me twice!"

Luke's countenance fell, a disgusted look of horror on his face.

"Or... maybe not? I'm guessing not? How do you feel about community service?"

"I don't want to hit you," Luke hissed. "Why would you think that?"

Leo swallowed.

"I... I figured it would make us even. For everything. I thought you would have wanted..."

"No," Luke explained calmly. "I don't. If I made you think that... I'm not that kind of person. I've spent my whole life trying to fight the allegations that I'm only a 'beast', or a 'monster'. People look at me and assume all I want is to fight, to claw my way to whatever I want. I just want my family safe and happy."

Leo tried not to look as small as he felt.

"I only want that too... and I'm sorry about the three strikes."

Luke rolled his eyes.

"Just... don't make it to four, okay?"

Leo looked up with hope, a faint smile on his face.

"So... does that mean we're cool?"

Luke nodded.

"Up to you. But for now... yes. We're cool."

. . .

Julia had gone out to procure some snacks for her boys and a few more balls of yarn for her knitting. She'd not realized how long she'd been until she returned to a dark room, with everyone asleep. Luke was passed out on the couch, and the only light in the area was a soft neon blue glow coming from one of the bedrooms...

The colour made her stomach flip. She knew that blue glow, she'd recognized it. It haunted her, even now. She would wake up late in the nights, convinced she'd heard one of her kids screaming or that there were vines crawling across her floors, walls, and ceilings. She did her best to confront these fears and recurring nightmares, but some things lingered even still.

The fact that there was no screaming or crying was a good sign. She glanced towards the couch to inspect Luke. His head was rolled back and mouth wide open as he snored. Julia grabbed a small throw blanket folded in the closet and spread it over him, inadvertently waking him.

"Sorry, love," she whispered. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine," he mumbled, stretching softly. "I should move to an actual bed anyway."

"Did you talk to Leo?" Julia asked, accompanying him to his own private room.

"Yeah," he whispered. "We talked..."

Julia and Luke discussed the conversation the two had before they'd each gone to bed. She listened carefully, taking note of some subjects she felt were important to focus on when she talked with him herself. Julia wished Luke goodnight before closing his bedroom door and turning her attention to the ominous blue glow. She inhaled deeply and covered her nose (a self-preservation habit she'd taken from the last time she encountered the spores), then slowly approached the source.

In the other room, on the bed, a nest of vines had grown around two slumbering figures. The vines were the source of the glow, with no signs of any spore clouds or fungus beyond that. Julia exhaled deeply, somewhat relieved. But the vines only confirmed her hidden fear. Leo was still connected to the hive mind, to Audrey III.

She stepped closer, looking the duo up and down with concern. LeonAudro slept in the center of the nest, cradling DM Mikey close to his chest. Mikey was curled up tight, knees against his chest and hands clutching onto Leo as he dreamt. The two were inseparable. Not from the vines, but by choice. Which was a consolation to Julia.

She may or may not have been worrying in the back of her mind about LeonAudro. She knew he was DM Mikey's brother, but he was also under the control of a homicidal mushroom. He'd tried to kill her just a few months ago. Her and a lot of other people. Julia was not the type to hold a grudge, but she understood that sometimes danger lingers. People are always capable of change, but that doesn't always mean they will. Take Draxum, for example. Many of her kids were the result of Baron Draxum and his cruelty. While some lived in universes where he had been redeemed and reformed, others lived in dimensions where he was incapable of such feats and had remained a cruel and manipulative villain his whole existence.

What Julia needed to decide was if LeonAudro could be trusted.

She stared down at the two teens, sleeping with the utmost peace in each other's embrace.

This boy, this Leo...

He wasn't a villain. He wasn't a bad kid. He'd been under someone else's control, no choice in the matter. He had been sleepwalking. Just like Mikey that first night in the daycare. It was not his fault, and she couldn't continue to hold him accountable for that.

She pulled a blanket out and spread it over the two kids, gently tucking it here and there before turning around to leave.

"...Are you going to make me leave...?"

Julia paused, glancing over her shoulder to LeonAudro as he spoke, his eyes glowing bright in the darkness.

"No, cub," she whispered back. "I'm not going to make you leave."

Leo gripped DM Mikey just a bit tighter, pulling him close to his chest and resting his chin against the top of his head.

"...Why not?"

Julia was taken aback by the question.

"Because I would never do that to you," she answered sweetly, tiptoeing back to rub his head. "Or to Mikey. You two need each other, I see it."

Leo's forehead scrunched, his eyes looking away. He was gently rubbing Mikey's spiked and shattered shell, hidden under the soft but tearing fabric from Julia's hand-knit sweater.

"Luke told me you asked him to hit you," Julia mentioned, sitting herself down on the bed. She noticed Leo flinch at the mention.

"I thought..." Leo shifted, hugging Mikey while making him more comfortable. The mutated boxshell boy hummed in his sleep as Leo adjusted him, trying to avoid Julia's inquiry. "I thought it would make us even. I didn't know it was a trigger for him... he's a big dude, and I figured -- I mean, with all the stupid stuff I did today -- I figured he'd leap at the chance to pummel me."

Leo hid his face behind Mikey's.

"Anybody would."

Julia cooed sadly, reaching forward and stroking what she could see of LeonAudro's head.

"Ohhh, cub! No, no no no..."

"All I do is cause problems and hurt people and--"

"Leo, that isn't true--"

"But I do, I know I do," Leo mumbled, his voice muffled as he buried his face deeper and deeper into the nest of vines and Mikey's sweater. "After everything I did, all the trouble and pain and fear I caused... All I do is cause pain. Any time something bad happens, it's because of me. I'm always there. Donnie always talked about catalysts, cause and effect. I'm the cause, I'm the curse. It's always my fault. I destroyed the future, I caused the apocalypse, I gave strength to Audrey III during the competition, it was always because of me --"

"That wasn't you."

Leo looked up, eyes wet with tears as he stared at the Mama Bear.

"B-but --"

"It was not you, my dear cub," she repeated. "You are right about cause and effect, but you have it backwards. Those things happened, but not by your hand intentionally. You weren't the cause, so much as the effect. How do I explain... Bad things happen everyday. But good things come to counterattack, and bring light to the dark. You were there because you were the good counteracting the bad!"

Leo stared at her, not entirely sure he believed her.

"You didn't start your world's invasion, you fought against it with every breath you had. You didn't purposefully let the spores loose, and you didn't choose to have Audrey III capture you or your family. You can't hold yourself responsible for something you had no control over. The day I first met your brother and Chaplin attacked us, Mikey was sleepwalking and Chaplin made him do things he never would do otherwise --" Julia raised her arm to show LeonAudro her injury, "-- do you think that was Mikey's fault?"

Leo shook his head.

"Then how are you any different? I know you didn't want to do any of the things Aufrey III made you do. And so I can easily forgive you for that."

"But today -- I was just a burden to you -- Luke was right, I goofed off and didn't contribute to the mission at all..."

"But you did," Julia insisted. "You were there for Mikey. He needed you, and you took care of him. I saw you, and you cared for him as only a brother can. You're a good kid, Leo."

Leo's eyes ran with bright blue tears. They streaked down his cheeks and left stains on his mask. He wiped his face, trying to hide his emotions as best he could. Julia hummed sweetly, pasuing to see if he would want any affection. Leo eventually looked up from his cry-fest, realizing that she was waiting for him.

"Th-thank you," he whispered.

Julia nodded with a smile, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

"Of course, cub--"

She touched him. All it took was a touch. And she saw it all. Hallucinations that filled the entire room, converting it into a scene -- a memory. A dark room with half-dead people bound by vines and roots, the centerpiece held a blue-clad ninja turtle that was being eaten alive by an enormous mushroom. The air was visible, muddled and murked by blue mists and fog, the stench of fungus.

Julia pulled away quickly. The world was put to rights. Leo was still laying there, still cradling a peacefully sleeping Mikey. It seemed neither boy understood what had just happened. Julia barely knew what had happened.

She reached out and touched him again.

She was in a laboratory with a godless man trying to drag Leo away by his legs as his brothers watched and screamed. When Leo fought back, he was hit with an electrifying device that sparks burning his shell and skin just a few feet from where Mikey was caged, tears flooding down his terrified face.

Julia released Leo. The room was still and quiet once more. Leo glanced at her, unsure of what she was doing. She wasn't sure either. But she had discovered one thing: Leo could still use his fear powers.

He suddenly sat up straight, eyes wide as his pupils flashed pure white. DM Mikey groaned in his sleep, trying to reach for his brother when he couldn't feel him anymore. But LeonAudro sat stock still, chest rising and falling frantically as he hyperventilated.

"Leo?" Julia whispered cautiously, wondering if he'd seen what he'd unintentionally made her see. "What is it, what --"

"Something's about to happen...!"

. . .

Baudrey hummed as he lead the way through the halls. It was always difficult to tell what time it was in here, since time technically didn't exist in this realm. There was a sun and a moon and a sky, but that was more so for decoration than anything. People from all sorts of timelines and years congregated here, and while months could go by, they wouldn't age a day and no time would have passed in their homeworld. All that to say, clocks were useless. But he could assume that it was late in the evenings based on how few people were still trotting about, and from how quiet it had gotten. Not that Baudrey needed sleep anymore.

"Hurry along now," he said, his voice sing-songy as he directed Chaplin to the daycare. "Wouldn't want to be late."

"I don't see why we're attacking again," Chaplin grumbled, his face alternating between shades of pale caucasian and purple. "It didn't fare well the first time around."

"Ah, but as a scientist you must know that new variables can alter the experiment greatly!" Baudrey chuckled. "You have me now."

The villainous duo approached the daycare; the purple dome surrounding it shimmered upon their arrival as a warning.

"You know what to do," Baudrey crooned, stepping aside and gesturing at the door.

Chaplin stepped closer, frills on his neck revealing themselves as he took in a deep breath, then yelled. Sound waves reverberated, cracking the dome and causing it to slowly melt away. Some areas stayed in tact, but there were plenty of holes for the men to enter through. Baudrey pushed the door open with a dramatic flourish and stepped inside.

"Your turn," Chaplin sneered.

Baudrey waved his hands, and clouds of blue began infiltrating the sleepy daycare.

"That should help keep the snotty brats entertained," Baudrey smiled. "Meanwhile we have free reign to roam as we please."

"And if they aren't here?" Chaplin growled. "What then?"

"Oh don't worry, I have a man on the inside. Though he has been somewhat of a disappointment to me as of late... no matter. There are other ways to get what we want..."

Chaplin smirked as his body grew and deformed.

"Shall we?"

The two strolled along the halls as the children began to scream from their nightmares.

. . .

"What do you mean, something is about to happen?" Julia asked as she followed after Leo. "What's going to happen??"

"Something bad, I don't know," Leo gasped, hurriedly rushing around the room. "I-I got a feeling -- almost a glimpse -- Audrey III, they're planning something --"

"Planning what? How do you know...?" Julia froze. Leo turned to look at her, his face pale and expression sick, as if he might throw up.

"I... I don't know how to explain it, but... it's in my head... he's still in my head..."

Julia's eyes searched his. She knew that those infected by the spores had bright blue sclera, irises and pupils a lifeless white. Leo's eyes were only half-blue, his pupils dilating between the black and white.

"I-I promise I'm not going to hurt you!" Leo insisted, getting ahead of the conversation he knew was coming. "I swear on pizza supreme, on my life, on Mikey's life--! I won't hurt you! I'm not a bad guy, I promise!"

"I know," Julia said, trying to calm him down without touching him. "I know, don't worry. But... I don't understand?"

"Like I said, it's hard to explain," Leo answered, words fumbling out of his mouth faster than he could process as he paced anxiously. "I am and I am'nt. Am not, are not -- whatever. Audrey III doesn't control me anymore, but it still has like, a direct line to my brain. I'm kind of plugged in, and sometimes I get a signal -- A-and I just got a big one! A signal or command, or m-maybe even a message."

"What message?" Julia questioned nervously.

There was suddenly a knock at the door. The two heads snapped in unison, staring at the entrance. They exchanged a glance laced with reservations and nerves before Leo timidly went to the aperture and unlocked it. The door lazily swung open, revealing a phantom in a deep purple cloak.

"Finally, I found you," he whispered, lowering the hood and revealing a softshell turtle with a purple mask and bright blue eyes with white irises. "Hello, brother."

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[kunfuseddd]

hii do u think we could get a kun roommates to lovers??? it’s okay if you’re too busy this is my first time sending a request😭😭😭 <33

Close Quarters

W.c - 3.8k

Pairing - kun x y/n

Warnings - nsfw content kissing making out sex mentioned

Genre - roommates to lovers

A/n - Aaah tysm for request i hope you enjoy the fic and it met your expectations remember guys anyone can request anything I'll write it for you !!! And i wanted to thank you guys for so many likes and reblogs it means so much to me I'm so thankful for the support

You and Kun we're best friends since middle school , he was everything you could ever dreamed of, but there was one big problem he sees you as his sister not a woman he could fall in love with . Kun and you meet in middle school by sitting at lunch together , this meant everything to you since you were always seen as a weirdo in school but he was the first one to see a person in you , that made you fall in love with him. This crush continues since that lunch whole middle school highschool and now you two are living together as "besties"

You really see him as your best friend but also a lover , he was perfect . Deep inside you knew you should confess this feeling to him because he probably won't feel the same and you'll just ruin the whole friendship so you keept this feelings deep inside your heart. Now that you guys are living together it's getting harder and harder to hide those feelings .

What's your plans for Tonight kun?

You asked him while making dinner for you two

Kun entered the kitchen and grabbed water from the fridge

Umm i don't really have plans how about a movie night just you and me???

You felt butterflies in your stomach

That's really good idea!!!

Okay so I'm going to head out to the store for snacks see you later

he waved at you and left .

You started to tidy up the whole apartment pick up laundry clean up the living room for your movie night .

You always pick the saddest movies

Kun teased, nudging your shoulder.

Oh, please

You shot back with a grin.

You’re the one who cries at them

Kun scoffed, crossing his arms.

Lies. That was just one time

You arched an eyebrow.

The Notebook. Titanic. That Christmas movie last year

Okay, okay!

Kun laughed, shaking his head.

Maybe I just have a soft spot for good love stories

You turned back to the screen, though your heart raced. A love confession was happening on-screen, and the timing felt too perfect, almost taunting. You stole a glance at Kun, who was already looking at you

The air between you two changed. No more teasing, no more distractions—just the quiet hum of emotions neither had spoken aloud.

You ever think about us?

Kun asked, voice softer now.

All the time

You gulped

Kun’s lips parted slightly, as if surprised, but then a slow smile crept onto his face.

Then maybe we should stop thinking and just..

You barely had time to respond before Kun leaned in. Your breaths mingled for a second before your lips met, soft and lingering, as if sealing every unsaid word between you two.

He started to wrap his hands around your hips you did the same with his neck, things started to get more heated pure kiss turned into desperate making out session .

Do you wanna maybe take things to my bedroom Kun said as he pulled away from the kiss.

Yes please

you breathed out

He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom closed the door and layed you onto the bed. The air between you was thick with something unspoken, something that has been simmering for too long. The moment Kun’s lips crash into yours, all hesitation dissolves. His hands roam your body, fingers tracing over every inch of skin with a reverence that makes your breath hitch.

He presses you down into the sheets, the weight of him grounding you, making you feel like nothing exists beyond this moment beyond the way his body fits against yours so perfectly. There’s no urgency, only the slow, deliberate unraveling of restraint, the quiet sighs and murmured names that slip between kisses.

His touch is fire and tenderness all at once, his hands gripping your hips as he moves with me, as you two find a rhythm that feels inevitable, like you two always meant to be here. Each movement draws a soft gasp from your lips, his name a whispered prayer against his skin.

The world narrows to the heat between you two , the press of his body, the way his breath stutters when you pull him closer. It’s overwhelming and consuming, and yet, somehow, it feels like home.

And as you two fall apart together, your bodies trembling in the aftershocks, he doesn’t let go. His fingers caressing your back , his forehead pressing against yours.

Do you regret it?

He asked breathing heavily

No , I've always dreamed of this moment

you said hugging him tighter melting into his skin

Really?

Yeah i have crush on you I'm thinking about you everyday every moment every second since that one lunch in middle school

you said blushing

Me too i was so scared to confess but i just couldn't wait any longer that moment felt perfect said kun

You both looked deep into each others eyes realizing that Nothing will be the same, you finally know your feelings, everything will only get better between you and kun.

I love you yn do you know that?

I love you even more Kun do you know that?

You both laughed softly and kissed tenderly.

For the rest of night you both stayed wrapped up in blankets cuddling and just thinking about how you both are in love.

THE END

[yuujispinkhair]

I can't stop thinking about complete obedient sub yuuji who lets you just have your way with him. You want a back massage? okay. You want him to suck your clit for an hour while you relax? of course. I love thinking about how he likes to get crushed by you. Crushed with your thighs, with your ass--It's almost like he's being completely overwhelmed with you, that his brain doesn't have a moment to wander, because you keep forcing his attention, you keep lathering him in it, just to watch him squirm with delight and pleasure.

he just loves it when he doesn't have to think, he loves it when you take away his worries and his guilt, so that he can just wrap himself in *you* and nothing else.

thank you for all the wonderful stories, I hope you will consider subby sweetie pie yuuji too <33

Aaah I forgot to reply to this!! Thank you so much for sending me this delicious ask!! And I am so happy you enjoy my stories aww 💗💗

All characters are of age. 18+, smut. Minors don't interact.

AND YESSS I LOVE SUB YUUJI!!! In my mind and in my stories, he is always a sub 💗💗

He lives to please you. He is so sweet and so eager to make you feel good. He has heart-eyes when you bless him with sitting on his face. He moans just as loud as you do when he eats you out, all eager and sloppy, making a huge mess because he just can't get enough of you. He will even cum untouched just from touching you.

Yuuji is the type to beg you to let him please please make you cum once more. He looks so cute with his big honey eyes and pouty lips, when he is on his knees for you, with his pretty cock leaking pre-cum all over himself 💗💗

And he has the biggest praise kink. He loves to praise you, and does it all the time! And if you praise him, he will lose his cute mind!! He almost cums when you call him your good boy.

It's so cute because Yuuji is so strong and so buff, he could manhandle you so easily and take everything he wants from you, but he is such a submissive, sweet thing for you, asking you if he is allowed to do things to you. Saying please and everything. If you put a collar and a leash on him and tell him he is yours, he will get so so hard for you and sob because he is so happy.

He loves it when you take from him. He loves to give you his everything. He is so hard for you, he cums so much for you, and his moans and mewls are so LOUD and so cute. He cries when you let him cum in you, so grateful, so happy to be this close to you.

[colourstreakgryffin]

asks are open!😘 How would L lawliet react with a shy I mean very shy girlfriend shes short about 5'2. And recently joined the task force to help her boyfriend

💕L💕

Omllll yeeessss! Another Death Note request! Let’s go, I like L too and I was waiting for him! Let’s do it!

Lawliet L

L was very against you trying to join the Task Force. This is definitely the most dangerous case in human history and you’re the last person he wants to risk to try solve it. He doesn’t care to risk his own life, but not yours

When L loves something or someone, it’s permanent and it’s strong, he was very against Watari joining, but he knows he needs Watari and the older man is not as included. L is a stubborn man and he won’t fold to your persistence

How did you manage to get onto the Task Force? L had no choice but to let you join, Light already seen you and his hands were tied by the members thinking a new Detective has joined. He couldn’t fly you out since it’d draw far too much suspicion. For the first time ever, the world’s best detective was stunned as he had to agree on terms he didn’t make

L supposes he doesn’t really mind having you around, it’s bad but not as bad. You’re intelligent, your skilled and you know how to handle yourself. Though, he isn’t a fan of you being apart of the Kira case for obvious reasons

Repeat it, L loves short girls so his significant other being shorter than him is like his actual dream. They are cuddle-sized and easy to keep track off. Even with how hunched he is, L is still packing quite the height and he towers you so suspect him to rest his chin on your head

“Aaah~ my favourite pillow has arrived. I am aware that I’m using your head as a headrest, you’re a suitable ‘small bean’ for the task. Why yes, I do remember what people your height are called and I’m called a ‘beanstalk’”

L is not a teaser about height, he’s a helper. You’re struggling to reach something high, he’ll get it for you. He will analyse the situation and suggest using a step next-time but at the end of the situation, he’ll help in anyway he can

L is a introvert so he understands your overall timidity. If you don’t want to be around the others, he will set up a private room for you that none of the members can access, including him if wanted. He has the money and power to do whatever the fuck he wants, and he is the spoiling type of boyfriend

Yes, I mean that L would send you money if you need it, he will rush around the headquarters to find your favourite blanket, he’s out the door the moment you mention a milkshake you’re carving. He will do stuff for you since you do so much for him, by merely being apart of his life and changing from him a glorified machine to a real human

The way you shyly approach him and Light to hand over the documentation files Watari gave to you whilst he was baking, is just so cute. Internal L is laying on the floor joyous at how adorable you behave, whilst external is politely thanking you

L isn’t built with any muscles(besides dem legs for real) but he isn’t above being protective over you, because he is. Light scared you with that one time he impersonated Kira to a horrifyingly good degree, L is gonna calmly argue with him then get into a fight

“Light. Could you please silence your strangely accurate impersonation of Kira. You’re frightening Dokusha— Hm? What reason do I have to ask of such a request? Well. She’s my partner in business and in life, she is important. Don’t do anything like that again”

L is slowly growing accustom to affection, please give him a break if he doesn’t respond or give it back. He does like it, he just isn’t trained nor knowledgeable enough in couple things. He puts research on those topics into his list so he can do better for you

Though, nobody else can do these things with L. Hold his hand, brush his hair, hug him. Nothing like that is allowed for anybody besides you and well to a degree, Watari but that’s different. You are always allowed in his private research room, most of the time, he wants you there besides him as he works

A cute weird thing L lets you do is latch onto his back. He does have a BAD back from the ten+ years of hunching but he loves feeling you clung onto him like a Koala. You are too shy to do it around the members but that won’t stop L from throwing you onto his back himself. He misses it

L keeps track of everything you like, do and more. He basically has a encyclopaedia of you and can recall every little detail. To him, knowing you like the process of scrubbing through hours worth of camera footage, is important as it shows how devoted he is to you

So tell him everything. He won’t forget any piece of info and he’ll write it down later as a needed backup, like he does for everything else non-Dokusha related. There’s two parts of his mind; Detective and Dokusha. He likes the Dokusha section a lot more

L is very loyal. Do you think he has anybody else waiting? Most women call him a freak for his looks and/or behaviour. You’re his one and only, he can’t throw you away, he just wants you sat besides him all the time. Where he can turn around and know you’re still with him

L shares his sweets with you more, as compared to somebody like Light, and you know he’ll get Watari to deliver whatever you want, whilst the other members get only what L requests for them. You are treated specially and he could care less that it makes him seem favouritistic, he is

L has a habit of mimicking you, kinda like a child. He follows you since your word is a lot more trustworthy. When you eat vegetables and meats with a smiley reaction, he is eating it too whilst waiting for your praise (Watari would struggle here, and he is a bit frustrated that his son listens to his gf, not his father

“Good morning— hm? I seem frustrated. Well… I am. Why is that? Don’t pretend like you don’t know the answer to that question, Dokusha. Yes, yes. I understand you fully. You don’t want me to die but this is my profession, and you shouldn’t be apart of this case. It’s too dangerous, you know how intense my feelings for you are”

[evermoresversion]

Hey can yo do one one Nik Leister we’re he has a daughter with the reader tank’s I love your work

LITTLE PRINCESS, NICK LEISTER.

A/N Thank you for your request, sweetheart. This fed into my daddy issues, bye. Plus I also want Hailey's web shooter.

PAIRING Dad!Nick Leister x Mom!Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Established relationship, fluff.

SUMMARY Nick adores your daughter, he would do and give anything for her.

NICK'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

"Come here, little princess." Nick followed your daughter as she ran across the living room in her diaper. It should be noted that you had asked Nick before you left to give little Hailey a bath before you arrived for the family dinner you were going to have.

The little girl ran while giggling, for a two-year-old baby, she was running too fast. So much so that she already had her father tired.

She hid behind one of the many stuffed animals Nick had bought for her, hoping not to be seen by him.

But she let out a scream, a little scared but excited at the same time when she felt herself being carried.

"I got you, let's bathe you." He said starting to walk towards the bathroom inside the main room, where Hailey clearly slept with you and Nick, even though she had her own room.

He insisted that she should sleep with both of you.

She was definitely daddy's spoiled little princess.

A bit of suds, bubbles, soap, Nick ending up drenched and a half hour later, Hailey was completely bathed. Wrapped in her little superheroes bath towel, 'cause apparently she developed a love for everything that has to do with them, while she waited for her dad to choose the clothes to put on her.

For being in the terrible twos, she was a pretty peaceful girl but playful too.

When you arrived you found your daughter dressed in a little blue dress and with a headband on her head.

You smiled looking at her and she raised her little arms for you to carry her and you did that, leaving your bag aside.

You walked towards the main room, and your smile disappeared when you saw your husband still wearing the same wet shirt from when he bathed Hailey.

"And you? The reservation is at eight, I change my clothes and go with Hailey." you scolded him leaving Hailey on the big bed.

"Well." he said pouting when you walked past him.

"Bah, bah, bah." the baby stammered looking at her dad, pointing at him with her little finger.

Nick narrowed his eyes at her, making her giggle.

You gave Nick a quick kiss on the lips, making him smile, following where you went with his eyes.

"Aaah!" Hailey yelled, barely covering her eyes with her little hands.

She was a pretty smart baby too.

A couple of years later it was your little daughter's fourth birthday.

But hours before you had asked Nick to go with you to buy everything for Hailey's party.

He insisted that you better send someone who works for him for all of the party stuff.

"But no one is going to choose better for my little girl."

So you decided instead to go through it all alone, while Nick and Hailey made a mess in the kitchen, trying to make chocolate chip cookies.

Her brown hair was tied up in a ponytail made by Nick. He was wearing a pink apron that Hailey had made him wear and she was wearing a superhero one.

From one moment to the next they started with a flour war, ending up both totally covered in it.

"Your mom is going to kill me." he said and Hailey laughed throwing more flour in his face.

When you came back and saw your kitchen full of flour and chocolate chips on the floor, you tried to look angry, but you couldn't help but laugh at Nick more than Hailey.

"You," you pointed to your husband, taking Hailey's hand to get her down from the little stool both had for her. "You're going to clean all this up, because it was probably your idea about the flour war."

"But..."

"Yes, mommy, it was his idea, I tried to stop him." she said, hugging your legs and looking at her dad with a wicked smile over her shoulder.

Nick looked at her with indignation and was going to say something but stopped when you spoke.

"I know, my love, I brought you a surprise, come on." you took her by the hand.

"Yeah!" she exclaimed excitedly, walking into the living room with you.

A few minutes later when he started cleaning up and you left Hailey with her new toy you came back to him.

You hugged him from behind, smiling at him and looking at him with sparkling eyes.

And it reminded him of when you were both teenagers and you started dating.

"You are an amazing father." you murmured kissing his back. He turned around to look at you appropriately, hugging you by the shoulders.

"And you are a wonderful mother." He smiled leaning down to kiss you lovingly.

It was good to know that even though the years went by and the two of you still felt like the first time you met.

"Look dad!" Hailey's voice was heard entering the kitchen, making the two separate, but he hugged you from the side, with his arm around your shoulders and one of your hands remained on his chest.

Hailey pressed the button on her web shooter, which sent a real-looking web into his stomach.

"It isn't true." Nick mentioned moving towards his daughter, removing his arm from you.

"Yes!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Can we play? Say yes."

"Okay, let's go, but then we have to get you ready for your party." He warned walking next to her.

"Of course, I am Ghost-Spider and you are a damsel in distress!"

You laughed tidying up everything in the kitchen a bit.

You loved your family, you wouldn't change anything in your life with them.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2023.

[rinniewvrld]

𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛 𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗦 𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗟𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗢𝗪 !

summary, your family has never been the best company and after recieving such a 'wonderful' phone call from your mother, you couldn't help but cry to arashi's arms.

featuring, arashi narukami w/ gender-neutral!reader (romantic/platonic)

tags, angst (hurt-to-comfort), family issues/mother issues, possible ooc, etc. drabble, not proofread. reader is not anzu.

notice, pretty self indulgent fic ermmm... yeah kinda personal, my writing skills is so shit rn especially when writing angst and i couldve written this better but atp i cannot be bothered to care hgdhsheu 💔💔

"alright," you let out a sigh of relief, moving away from your computer as the chair wheels backwards from your push. "that's it for tonight. aaah, i'm so tired!" you groaned and stretched your arms up, letting the bones in your bones pop and crack after being in one single position for an hour or so.

still, a satisfactory smile sat on your face as you take a look at your daily to-do list all checked off. even your weekly list isn't finished, you're still proud of yourself that you managed to tackle on a large amount of work you're usually not used to.

"ne, producer..."

you turn around, hearing a familiar voice calling you. the door squeaked open and arashi entered the small office space, holding a file folder that she was looking through as if to check. she closed it and looked up, smiling at you so sweetly it made you smile back.

"arashi! is there anything you need?" you ask, getting up from your chair to greet her properly.

the taller woman nodded, handing the files to you. "mhm, i was wondering if you're free after work? and oh, tsukasa wanted to give you these but he was caught up with something, so he sent me~" she giggled, remembering the troubled expression on tsukasa's face when he told her.

you took the folder from her hands, muttering a thank you and putting it on your desk. "i wonder what he's so troubled about... well, anyways. i just finished my work for today and i don't have anything planned after, so i am free. why do you ask?"

there's a glimmer in arashi's eyes, a familiar spark of excitement within her bright, purple eyes as she opened up her mouth to speak again. "well, there's a new cafe downtown and—"

riiing, riing!

your damned phone started buzzing, cutting arashi off before she could even finish speaking. you quickly tended to it, muttering a quick sorry. "a-ah, umm, do you mind if i take this first? it'll be quick!"

arashi pouted at this, upset at the fact she was just interrupted but merely sighed in defeat and smiled. "mhm, don't worry. take your call, i'll be right here!" she reassured you, waving her hand dismissively.

you shot her a grateful look before walking out of the room to take the call. you looked at the caller id and a big grin found your way on your face when you realized it was your mom calling.

though, your relationship with her was strained, you still felt a little bit of love for her. even if she wasn't the perfect mother.

"ma! how have you been? why did you call?"

"i've been fine, (name). i just wanted to check up on you is all... and you?" your heart swelled. she remembered to ask about your day, it was the bare minimum but you felt happy hearing her say that.

your smile only widened as you chuckled. "i've been okay, mom. things at work is a little hectic, but—"

"mhm, mhm... i know. anyways,"

you paused, not expecting to be cut off like that but you brushed it off. she is getting old and little bit impatient, you understand.

"dear, i want to ask. when you usually get your paycheck?"

the question made you raise your brow in confusion. "on the 5th and the 20th of each month, why?"

"the 20th? i see... well, do you mind if you send some money? it's hard trying to come by around this time."

you felt the happiness within you die out when you hear her request, leaving a bitter taste on your mouth when you realized she only called you to ask for money, not to actually check up on you.

it's stupid to think that she'll actually change.

but still, there's a part of you still clung onto the belief and pitied her position. life back in your hometown was not as nice as it was in the city. and yet, the expenses here aren't cheap and your paycheck was barely enough to provide you a somewhat comfortable life. you aren't sure if there'd be any left to send to your mother.

you gulped, the ball of saliva that's been forming at the back of your mouth went down your throat. for some reason, you found yourself still hesitating to break the news.

"i don't know, ma. my paycheck isn't all that big and barely enough to cover me, so—"

"tsk." you heard her click her tongue from the other end of the line, her displeasure oozing out like venom. "aren't you a producer at a famous idol company? shouldn't your pay be more than that?"

you fell silent for a moment, confused the change of attitude. she felt almost... cold. detached. "h-huh?"

"or are you just unwilling to share your pay with your family? i didn't raise you to be so selfish, (name)."

"m-ma, it's not like that! i swear—"

"why couldn't you be more like your sibling? honest and generous?" she sighed, you could almost see her shake her head in disapproval. "i shouldn't have expected much from you, it's my fault for expecting much more."

"anyways, there's something i have to do now." is what she last said before the call ended, a beeping following afterwards to further indicate that there was nobody else on the other line.

your knees buckled under you and your hand dropped to your sides, almost letting your phone if you hadn't gripped onto the device as hard as you can. she didn't even hear you out or even asked about anything else...

your shoulder slumped as you instinctively prepared yourself to crash onto the ground and hit your knees hard on the tiles... but you caught yourself just in time. especially when a soft voice brought you out of the speechless state.

"—ame), are you okay?" you hear arashi's voice behind you. you didn't realize she was there until you turned around and saw her concerned expression. her brows only furrowed, her hand coming to your cheek and rubbing the tender flesh.

you didn't even realize that tears were already rushing out of the eyes until you saw your own teary face reflecting in arashi's eyes.

"(name)! what's wrong!?" arashi asked in a panic, cupping your face in her hands and leaned down. at this point, the tears only doubled as you dove your head into her chest and hugged her tightly. her hands immediately switched places and now patting and rubbing your back.

even when you try to explain through your tears, your voice came out as strangled sobs that were too unintelligible for her to understand. her embrace tightened as if trying to protect you from the rest of the world.

"shhh, it's okay. it's alright. let it out, let big sister arashi take the pain away from you, okay?" she whispered, her words soothing your aching heart slightly. your mother's words still replayed in your mind, but are now slowly being quieten down by arashi. "it's okay, i got you now..."

as you wept in her arms, arashi felt a pang hit her heart in a way that she never felt before. earlier, she was upset that she got interrupted and had to wait for you to finish, but now she was more upset at the fact something or someone made you cry. and that she didn't know what it was.

when you pulled away, she wiped your tears with her thumbs before pulling out her handkerchief and wiping them properly. "it's okay, baby, do you wanna talk about it?" she asked to which to promptly shook your head. you didn't want to drag her into your family troubles.

she frowned, but didn't push further. she leaned closed to your face and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, the feeling of her lips against your skin made you feel warm and fuzzy. like you were listened to and understood.

"it's okay, you don't have to. just remember i'll always be here when you need me, okay? you don't have to shoulder your problems on your own, i know it sounds hypocritical for me to say that, but trust me. i know what it feels like to be beaten down."

she pulled up, helping you find your balance and kept you close just in case you ever fall. she patted down your clothes, brushing off any dust or dirt that got on them.

arashi smiled softly. "now, dry those tears. you look much better on with a smile, see?" she chuckled. "now, let me take care of you now. there's a new cafe downtown and i want you to accompany me, my treat this time around."

notice, idk how much es pays their workers but yknow, even if it's a lot, rent in the city is still expensive 💔 ik from experience

[thewitchoftheweed]

Hi! I've been wanting to send you these alone with the questions in the previous ask, but it was taking too long, so!

First! A page of your Ratau from Red Star!

My first depiction of him, I added the stick just for it. Anxious fellow but still hopeful if a bit by the light in his eyes. Maybe a younger version of him.

My second depiction! I made some adjustments, especially to the rope and feet because I thought it was too fat and realized that perhaps rats have five fingers. I made him a pinned cloak with the pin right above where his heart is because I forgot how you described him in the fic at first and I wanted to make a pun on how he was sacrificed by being stabbed through the heart, as you can see in the small doodle of him above looking so done 😂 this was inspired by @stychu-stych cokic idea of how Lamb's fleece was formed from their blood. You could count this as his formal look for when he needs to look fancy. I made his getup under the cloak more rouge-like because some people theorised that Ratau is a stealth main.

Second depiction being more biblically correct lore wise! Gave him a lamp and a more sheepish expression compare to his more worried look from the previous one. Could be his alternative look. I added his older, more current look at the above.

Ratau's expression! A godly raging one, see his eyes bleed ichor and scleras turn black from it, with slitted pupils. Smug Ratau on the right, winning in a Knucklebones game. Sad Ratau on the middle left, mourning something silently (loss of family?) Peaceful Ratau smiling in contentment, something that's never going to exactly happen any time soon given the people in his life. Happy Ratau in relief, when he sees the joy in his life. Last right one of Scared Ratau (in general, or in the fave of lost favor?) Also added a sketch of young Ratau being hunted by cultists, it won't be a successful escape...

Will send the next page to you later

Aaah, I love this! Whenever I imagined Ratau I kept picturing him in the style of NIMH and these illustrations remind me of that.

I really enjoyed writing Ratau and I love how you've drawn him in all these iterations. The idea with the cloak pin is really clever; I like the idea of him highlighting where he was sacrificed/how he became the vessel.

All of the expressions are great, though I think my favorites are when he's happy/content/a little smug. After all he's been through he deserves it.

Thanks so much for sending these; I'll take a look at the next page!