#The turtles grabbed me by the neck and refused to let me go

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🔞🦇my little bat🦇 🔞

Jonathan crane x batman's daugher!reader (Christian bale's batman obvi)

My very first serious x reader thing, so be nice.

He knows who you are, what are you willing to do to keep his mouth shut?

18+ minors DNI (not a full on smut ,just a little bit)

You never wanted for nothing as the only daughter of gotham's richest man. A new prada purse? Why not 10. A new dress from the latest YSL collection? How about the store? Bruce was often busy with either fighting crime or a charity gala so when he couldn't come to a graduation party or a birthday, he always send you a nice gift to compensate. But there was one thing bruce always refused to give you ,you wanted nothing more than to have a daddy daugher fighting crime due but bruce the ever loving but strict and overprotective dad always refused. "But daaad please I want to help!" You whine to bruce one evening as he prepares to go to another mission, "no no and again no. You are too young" he said firmly but unable to hide the fear in his tone, "you keep treating me like a child!" You keep whining to bruce as he gears up in his iconic bat suit. "This is not a good life for you,you need to focus on a normal life" bruce says again looking you up and down with worry "now my word is final" he says again getting in to the batmobil and driving off in super speed. You knew he was probably out fighting scarecrow,the latest villain to terrorise Gotham. You sighed returning to your room.

unfortunately for bruce ,you inherited his stabborn genes, as the moment he was out the door you suited up as well in your own batgirl suit and ran to the darkened gotham streets. following the sound of sirens till you reached the pier ,where scarecrow crow was already smuggling his fear toxin.

"Where is your daddy little bat" he sneer ,his burlap mask hiding his features ,through the eye holes only ocean blue eyes are visible. "Where is yours?" You returned the same cocky attitude. "What are you doing here crane!" You yell at him ,"that's not for you to know ,fly along little bat" ,his condescending comments were enough to make you want to punch the villain right in the face.

Jonathan chuckled at Batgirl’s feisty attitude. It was endearing, if not a little cute. He noticed her clenched fists and knew he was getting under her skin already, just like a master puppeteer and his marionette.

“You’re so helpless without Batman and his gadgets. No strength, no fight. All you are is a scared little girl when it comes down to it, little bat." He starts to circle you ,sending shivers down your spine, knowing he is about to use the fear toxin on you, you quickly throw your (bat shaped of course) boomerang hitting him in the shoulder, he falls back in pain and grunts as he grabs your leg,pulling you down with him ,the struggle wasn't long as even as a trained bat girl ,you were still not a match for a man twice your size, he quickly grabbed your wrists pinning then above your head. "Let me go" you sneer, the sound of batman's wings was heared through the dark allyway as he looked up "ah daddy bat man is here for you little bat ,don't worry it still gives me time to do this" he lifts his hand to spray you with the fear toxin but before he could you kick him off you, causing him to grunt again to which he grabs you ,struggling to take control he grabs your mask ,he didn't mean to but it was the best thing to happen to him as it slips right off ..his eyes widen ,he saw you on the tabloids, Y/N wayne , an evil smirks rises on his face before you quickly grab the mask back and put it on. Batman was quickly behind to uperhand scarecrow.

You paced in your room nervously that night, back and forth, you could barely sleep. Bruce forgave you for sneaking out ,seeing his own stubbornness in your eyes but will he forgive you for revealing yours and his identity to his sworn enemy? Eventually the anxiety beat you ,you grabbed your bag and a simple turtle neck and skirt combo .deciding to drive to arkham asylum where jonathan was held. You weren't sure why, would you threaten him to keep his mouth shut? Or kill him? What are you gonna do?

The white walls of arkham asylum and the long corridors full of inmates didn't calm your anxiety as you reached Jonathan's cell, the guards told you it's impossible to talk to him. All he does is sit in his cell, mumbling "Scarecrow Scarecrow Scarecrow". You swallowed a deep breath entering the arkham cell. You didn't realize how handsome your enemy was until he sat there ,no ugly mask to cover his pale well sculpted face and high cheekbones. No voice modification to hide his soft voice with a slight accent, no mask to hide his ocean blue eyes and soft lips, he could be a model if not a villain.

"Jonathan crane?" You said nervously as he looked up, the dark eyebags gave him a sinister look under the white florescent and the straight jacket made him look smaller. "Ah little bat" he said in a soft whispery tone. "Dr crane ,I came to-" ,he looked up at your with his ocean blue eyes, "to make sure I don't spill your secret?" He raises an eyebrow, you nod nervously. "And if I do?" He curves his soft lips in to a small smile, he had nothing to lose now, "please Dr crane , you have nothing to gain from that" the hint of desperation in your voice is visible, "Oh on the contrary little bat,I have a lot to gain from that, you see I can send goons to your dad's house,I can tell everyone the secret ,I can do anything with it..unless you kill me of course " he smirks ,knowing the bat family is too proud to kill their villains. "There has to be a way-" , "what to keep my mouth shut? I suppose there is" ,you turn your head at his comment, your heart beating fast "what do you want crane" ,"revenge" he looks up "but you'll do for now". "What?" ,"come to my cell every week and do exactly what I tell you or else I will open my mouth and run it to every mob boss in town" he says nonchalantly, struggling against his bonds.

You look at him confused, is that it ,just a weekly visit, that seemed easy enough, there had to be a catch , "just weekly visits?" ,"Oh of course you'll have to do what I say, like if I say kneel..you kneel, if I say -" , realising his dark intentions you stop him immediately, "no. Absolutely not. You are crazy" ,"I am crazy..with your secret, do it or I ask the Gotham press to visit me next" , you sigh heavily, sitting across from him, "how can I have your guarantee that you won't call the press anyways?" You ask. "Oh you don't, but trust me having batman's daugher as my pet would be much much more enjoyable than seeing you and your dad get killed by some mob boss" you let out a shaky breath looking down, the bastard had power over you even in a straight jacket. He looked at you as well ,your figure, your eyes, your nervous demeanor, he almost felt sorry for you. "Now I am in a straight jacket so you'll have to..you know help me feel better ", "what" ,"get on your knees and make sure I am satisfied enough to keep my mouth shut ", with a heavy sight you drop on your knees in front of jonathan ,grabbing in to his white pants as you look up, a smirk forming on his handsome features ,you start to open his pants, taking his length out ,he almost moans at the release ,as you take him in your mouth, slowly slowly circling your tounge and taking him further, he groans and moans in relief "Oh God, does batman know his daughter is such a slut " he asks mockingly, putting his head back in pleasure. The embarrassment was evident on your face as you blush. After a few more very embarrassing bobs and moans from his lips ,you pull away ,causing him to whimper ,you look up at him and then away wiping your mouth. "Good bat " he mocks as he lays back to the hospital chair, you zip him up as you stand up ,"don't wipe yourself off let him see what a slut his daughter is" his eyes gleam in amusment, you quickly grab your bag and run out of the cell. "See you next week!" He calls back in amusment.

But next week it was all over the news ,all of the inmates of arkham escaped that means so is jonathan crane, for you he was the deadliest because he had the deadliest secret ,you felt your heart sink as you entered your room to find a note on your pillow .

"Little bat

the offer still stands, meet me on the roof at 9.

Yours, JC ."

Your heart was beating like crazy as the clock struck 9. You sneaked out to the roof ,where jonathan was waiting for you, back in to his black suit and glasses, you came closer to him. "I am here crane and..I already paid for your silence just leave me alone" ,"please call me jonathan " he says sincerely, "no" you shake your head which causes his eyes to darken and his blood to boil, he quickly grabs you by your arm ,manhandling you,pinning you to himself "I thought about you every day in that cell,every day, about your lips around -" "stop you blackmailed me in to doing it" ,"n..no you wanted it" he says almost shaking with a dark obsession, "you are crazy" you say, "it didn't take you much convincing to fall to your knees for me little bat ,come on admit it" he says in your ear still gripping in to your arm,you gasp and shake as he doesn't let go "jonathan stop you are scaring me" you start to whimper, "Oh its jonathan now?" He says angrily, "what do you want?" , "be mine..be mine ,your dad only tries to show a good guy image but you are so naive ,what do you think he does to criminals hm? Beats them? Condemns them to years in that hell hole that is arkham? Is that good guy behaviour?" He keeps gripping in to you as he whispers in your ear, "and how long before he abandons you for another mission...again" your eyes widen, he was pressing on your painful memories,he was a damn good psychologist, you started remembering all the times your dad didn't come to birthdays or your high-school graduation and you start crying, "stop" you whimper but jonathan only kept pressing "I won't abandon you like him" he says ,kissing your cheek softly ,trailing down to your neck, you feel yourself getting dizzy as he trailed to your collarbone and then back up near your lips, you started seeing shadows run across your vision ,hallucinations, you close your eyes as he spins you around, capturing your lips in a kiss "Batman abandoned you and I am here to save you" he whispers in your ear darkly, if you were smart and didn't lose yourself in his soft kisses you would notice something is wrong, he laced the note he left on your table with fear toxin, causing his words to send dread and fear down your stomach, causing you to depend only on him and him alone .

"I love you and he doesn't, he never did. I am your saviour, your love" he kisses your earlobe and moves to your shirt, taking it off as he presses himself against your back, "my little bat" he whispers, the dark visions getting more dreadful, of batman leaving your side,of being all alone ,of being abandoned,you starts to cry as he holds you tightly

"I don't want to be alone"

"you arent".

[sooguru]

AVIDITY

©sooguru

[⌗synopsis ⸝⸝ 𝜗𝜚] suguru’s advances play as an escape from the violent advances of your deranged husband.

[⌗cw ⸝⸝ 𝜗𝜚] DARK CONTENT - cheating husband toji , violence (domestic abuse) , slow burn - ish.

chapter 01

─── ⋆⋅𝜗𝜚 MY nails clawed at my husband’s arms, tears pouring profusely from my bloodshot eyes, the breath leaving my lungs quickly as i fought against his grip on my neck. both hands threatening to snap it at any second.

“stupid fucking whore.”

the putrid scent of alcohol wafted from his large body, abusing my senses. tilting my head away, only to have my neck gripped tighter as a sick punishment. he didn’t even know why he was angry at me. i guess seeing me was enough to set him off.

maybe i should just go. how peaceful would that be?

spots filled my vision, about to pass out, my body refusing to take in oxygen with the way he gripped my neck. he only let go seconds before i thought i’d die for sure. my body dropped to the floor, weak as i heaved, my lungs desperately taking in as much oxygen as it could. i stayed on the ground, sobbing quietly as he grumbled, heading upstairs.

once i could breathe properly again, i didn’t bother lingering. i grabbed my phone, opening the camera to look at my neck. nasty bedsides decorated the soft flesh, a clear cause of concern. i teared up again at the sight, swallowing them back down, not wanting to irritate the man upstairs.

i grabbed a scarf, wrapping it around my neck even though it was the beginning of summer. i left quickly, taking my car to the nearest motel, asking for a room for the night. i knew that man would be gone by the morning so i would be able to return and get ready for work. as i walked my room, i glanced to the right of me, in the distance i could've sworn i saw suguru.

when i blinked, he wasn’t there. was he on my mind that much? i blushed at the thought of him. the way he looked at me, it made me feel like i was the most important person in the world. although, a thought like that is rather dangerous. i shouldn’t get ahead of myself.

i got comfortable in my motel room, freshening up before locking the door and getting in bed, sighing as i laid on my back, rubbing at my sore neck. i glanced at the large window by the door, the curtains shut, a slight crack in them. my heart stopped, eyes widening as i gasped, backing up on my bed. a large figure was visibly standing there. all i could see was their eyes. it wasn’t like they were “trying” to peep. they just stood there. once they noticed they had been spotted, noticing a frightened look on my face as i fumbled with my phone, shakily ready to dial 911 - they simply walked away, heavy footsteps fading into the distance, my heart still thumping against my chest.

i didn’t know if dialing 911 would be useful now, so instead i called the front desk and reported the issue. they sent security to my door to keep watch during the night. i didn’t have the best sleep but at least i was able to sleep.

the next morning, i was back in my house, freshly showered, busy picking what clothes to wear. after work, our group was going for food and drinks after because it was nanami's birthday. i picked up a turtle neck and a pencil skirt. using my handy makeup brush, i applied some makeup to my neck, trying my best to conceal the evidence of an ugly mess of a marriage.

putting on my clothes, the turtle neck and the makeup doing a good job of concealing my marks. i put my stockings on, my pencil skirt clinging to my curves as i shimmied on, my round plump ass looking well defined in the material. i passed by the window, the warm hue of the sun making me soft brown skin glow. i sighed softly, putting some lip gloss on as i tied my soft boho locs up into a bun, the curly strands of human hair fell from the bun here and there. i tried to look as put together as possible even if i felt the complete opposite.

i eventually got to work, thankful for the lack of traffic. my heels clicked against the ground as i entered the office, everyone happily greeting me. i plastered a smile on my face, trying to make it look as genuine as possible as i said good morning to everyone. i noticed suguru coming out from his desk, his tall frame imposing and large as he gives me a slow wave, eyeing me with a smile. as everyone dispersed, i walked up to him, wanting to personally greet him.

“good morning suguru”

i hummed, my eyes meeting his. i watched him curiously, noticing his eyes drift to my neck, his perfect brow cocking up before looking back into my eyes. before he could say anything, i cut him off.

“i’ll see you later at the restaurant.”

with that, i quickly walked over to my desk, my heart racing slightly. time went quickly after that. i soon found myself stuck in suguru’s car. he insisted on driving me to the destination since we left work at the same time.

“are you sure you should be out so late? won't your husband be worried?”

though his words reflected concern, his voice seemed to betray the opposite. a slight tinge of glee tainting his words. i sighed softly, looking out of the window.

“he doesn’t mind”

i mumbled, turning to look at him. geto hummed, not pressing on with the matter. minutes later, the car stopped in front of the restaurant. turning to look at me, suguru spoke.

“we’re here.”

he got out of the car, moving to the other side as he opened my door for me, taking my hand as he helped me out, causing a faint blush to dust my cheeks.

“thank you suguru”

“of course”

my slight flush only got worse at the sound of his silky smooth voice, sending a tingle down my spine. once we walked inside, everyone was already sitting down, chatting up a storm. me and suguru sat besides each other in a booth seat. our knees touching, while his hands rested neatly on his lap. as the night passed, the sake started affecting me. my cheeks warming as my movements became uncoordinated. others left for the night, already drunk. everyone there had consumed some sort of alcohol except from nanami and suguru. we had gotten a hotpot with our own different bits and bobs, the sweet savory scent of the broth made my mouth practically water.

i dipped my ramen into the aromatic broth, my attention being pulled to suguru as he tilted my head to the side with his finger, his chopsticks holding a piece of meat in front of my mouth.

“try this.”

he said softly, his eyes boring into mine as his finger captured my chin, tilting my head up, his thumb tugging at my bottom lip slowly. smiling, i parted my lips, my body feeling hot as i ate the meat, sucking the juices from the wooden sticks.

however, he didn’t pull away as i chewed. instead, he stuck the chopsticks i had just sucked from, straight into his mouth. my cheeks flushed, unsure on what he was doing. the sight feeling almost erotic in a sense. i glanced at the others, only to see that none of them were paying attention to us.

“how does it taste?”

his breath grazed my ear, his cologne filling my senses in a way that made me lose my mind. he took my chopsticks from my frozen hands, placing my ramen noodles in my bowl. i could barely comprehend his words; still busy being lost in him.

“mmh..good”

i said softly, our eyes locking. something dark passed in his eyes. possessive almost. but i ignored it, shaking off whatever that trance was. digging into my food, my cheeks flushed red, and it wasn’t from the alcohol. dirty fantasies crossed my mind, no matter how hard i tried to rid them from my thoughts.

i shifted closer to suguru, our thighs now pressing together. i ate my noodles, talking with the others as i enjoyed my meal, almost forgetting about the troubles awaiting me at home.

almost.

i flinched at a sudden touch on my shoulder, turning to look at who it was. suguru tilted his head to the side, watching me.

“you okay?”

i nodded, giving him a soft smile, his eyes boring into mine before they glanced at my lips. staring at them for a good few seconds before looking away.

“i should get you home. we wouldn’t want your husband getting worried now would we.”

i sighed, putting on a fake smile as i agreed, saying goodbye to everyone, walking in front of suguru as i walked to his car, stumbling slightly, a little more intoxicated than i originally thought.

“easy there doll.”

the nickname sent a rush of blood to my face, feeling faint as his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him, keeping me steady as we got to his car. he helped me sit down, getting in after me before leaning over, helping me put my seatbelt on, his face inches from mine. he leaned closer, glancing at my lips before looking back into my eyes, his finger tracing my jawline, his touch slow and gentle.

"all done pretty girl."

[boxfullaturtles]

Leonardo and Mechanical failure maybe?

Leo knows better than to fuck around and find out when it comes to Donatello's lab.

That doesn't stop him from waltzing in like he owns the place.

Donnie's elbow deep in his latest project and the back of his neck prickles when Leo leans into his space.

"Hey Doooooonnnnniiieee~ Whatcha workin' on?"

Donnie tilts his head up to scowl at Leo, one hand with a fistful of wires and the other clutching his tools, "I'm making a chamber to stress test my battle shells. What do you want, Nardo?"

"Ooooohhh, sounds cool. Does it shoot lasers?" Leo skips around the side of the chamber. The chamber is tall and rectangular, like a jumbo-sized phone booth, with thick glass on the door and two of the walls. The back wall, the wall Donnie's facing as he works, is solid metal.

"No," Donnie's reply is clipped with irritation but vague with distraction as he dives back into his work, "Mostly blunt force. Some lacerations. Other…stuff. Stay out of it, nothing's calibrated yet."

He barely catches Leo's sing-song, "Oops~" Before there's a mechanical whir and then a bang.

Donnie sighs heavily, rolling his eyes to the heavens, and gets to his feet to lean around the booth and see what mess Leo has created. His frown turns into a look of alarm when he sees Leo has managed to shut himself inside the machine.

"Leo! What did I just say!? Why can't you ever listen to me!?" Donnie yanks on the door, trying to break the seal, but it refuses to budge, "This is dangerous! It's not ready for testing! You idiot!"

Leo is saying something back, shrugging and showing his hands and cocking a brow at Donnie. But all that can be heard are muffled sounds, the glass too thick to make anything out. The ceiling of the booth whirs open and mechanical arms descend to grab at Leo. He dodges as best he can, his smarmy look now one of concern and a little bit of fright. But there's not a lot of room and they get a hold of him eventually, hoisting him into the air by his shoulders and leaving him kicking and swinging helplessly.

"No, no, no, no!" Donnie frantically types at his wrist tech and gets a string of errors for his trouble. Panic setting in, he dives around the back of the machine again to try and find a way to stop it. If he does this wrong he could electrocute Leo, or leave him trapped in the booth, or something even worse.

There's a dull thud from the booth and Donnie freezes with a group of wires in his trembling hand.

Another thud.

And another.

Donnie trips over his feet as he runs back around the front, breathing too fast, heart pounding too hard. He knows what he'll likely find, but it doesn't stop him from being horrified.

Leo, suspended in the air, gritting his teeth with every blow the machine swings into his shell. It's doing what it's supposed to do; stress testing. But it was meant for Donnie's metal battle shells, not for a turtle carapace, and each blow is going to get heavier and harder and more deadly for Leo.

The thick, steel bar swings down and smashes into Leo's shell. Donnie can see tiny shards of Leo's scutes splinter into the air from the strike. Leo's mouth opens in a soundless cry.

It's going to get worse. After the blunt force came the knives and wires meant to lash and scrape and scratch. And then the drills and spikes.

Donnie can't let it get that far.

If he can't get Leo out, his own machine is going to mangle his brother. And then nothing will be able to save Leo.

[lizmaximoff]

Hi lovely!! 💕 I hope you're having a great week so far! I really enjoy your blog and I saw your request for Loki fics that I just could not resist.

What would you think about a friends to lovers or enemies to lovers fic where avenger!loki has too much to drink one night at a party being thrown at the Avengers compound (perhaps Thor brought some stronger Asgardian liquor to share), and ends up confessing more than he planned to re: his hidden feelings and attraction toward avenger!fem!reader. Possible smutty dancing ensues?? Reactions from some of the other Avengers who notice Loki and reader being chummier than usual? I will leave the rest up to your beautiful mind to decide.

So excited to see what you do with it, if choose to, of course!

Thanks babe! 💖

The Finest Asgardian Ale (Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader)

RATING: E (Swearing, Thigh Riding) WARNINGS: Two consenting adults hooking up while they are both equally tipsy. SUMMARY: It's Wanda Maximoff's 30th Birthday party, and a little bit of Asgardian liquor leads to some secret confessions coming to light.

MASTERLIST 

A/N: This turned into a longer one-shot than I had originally wanted it to, so I'm sorry about the wait! I got a lot of really great requests, so I will try to get to them in time. In the meantime, if you have any Loki x Reader requests, feel free to send them here. Thanks!

It was Wanda Maximoff's 30th Birthday, and, as her best friend, you refused to let it pass without any recognition.

Even if that meant that you would be the one in charge of planning a small get-together with a group of the World's Mightiest under one roof.

Everything was mostly set up for the evening, with a bulk of it being handled by Tony (bless him for getting enough liquor to kill a stampede of wildebeests). All that needed to be handled was some last-minute decor in the den.

You were currently putting up the last of the eloquently-themed red decor after getting ready, stretching in odd places and huffing when you couldn't reach. You were just about to pin a streamer to the top edge of a wall when the thumbtack slipped, causing you to lose your balance on a step-stool and slip.

"Son of a bitch!" you yelped, gripping at the wall as you felt yourself fall.

Why couldn't I have been blessed with the power of flight?

"Hey now!" you heard from behind you, just as you were caught in a pair of familiarly lithe but strong arms. You felt the chest pressed up against your back begin to chuckle.

"What on earth are you doing?" Loki asked, setting you down before bending over to grab the streamer. "The party starts in half an hour, young mortal."

You huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of your face before you reached for the streamer, "I know, I'm rushing to get this done. So, if you wouldn't mind-"

Loki smirked, lifting the decor above your head and just out of reach of your grasp, "Always doing things at the last minute aren't you?"

You groaned, jumping up in vain to grab at his hand, "Loki, stop it! Give it back."

The man laughed, resting his free hand on your shoulder in an attempt to keep you at bay, "And end our fun here? Absolutely not."

"Please Loki," you whimpered, grabbing his shoulders to pull him down.

He faltered at your tone of voice, a slight blush rising to his cheeks as he raised his brows in surprise. You barely registered the look, taking the opportunity to grab the streamer with a grin and a laugh, "Loser."

The god cleared his throat with a tight smile, adjusting the collar on his forest green turtle neck before rubbing his hands together, "Why don't I do that for you?"

You rolled your eyes, "And let you destroy the place? Nice try."

"No, no," he said lowly, placing his hand on your lower back. "I don't want you to hurt yourself. Give me the paper."

You shivered at the touch, looking up at him with parted lips. For some reason, you wordlessly handed him the decor and he smiled in return.

"Now, go and do something that won't literally cost you an arm and a leg," he chuckled, placing the decoration up with ease.

You nodded your head, backing away and taking the opportunity to look over his form one last time before returning to the kitchen.

You'd been friends with Loki probably longer than you had been with Wanda, if you had to guess. Things were just so easy with him. You had the same sense of humor, a shared traumatic past and chemistry that just worked for the both of you.

At first, you'd seen him more like a brother, especially since you'd been dating your ex-boyfriend at the time. As time went on, however, you found yourself having dreams about him and your thoughts would just wander to him at random points during the day. You started to notice how many curls he had in his hair in the morning versus the evening and how many specks of green were in his eyes depending on his mood.

To your surprise, you'd managed to keep your feelings under wraps pretty decently. As far as you knew, no one was the wiser, least of all Loki. However, you noticed that things had started getting weird within the last couple of months.

You didn't want to get your hopes up. You loved Loki deeply as a friend, and as much as you wanted to fuck his brains out, you would rather die than lose that friendship with him. So you always agreed with yourself that you would admire him from a distance.

But even you knew that something had changed within him. The flirting between you two practically tripled, he would blush at the slightest compliment and he grasped at any excuse to get his hands on you.

Maybe he's just going through a dry spell.

God knows you are.

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It took you about an hour and a half to finally get around to enjoying the party. Being a hostess was a huge responsibility, after all. All the Avengers were gathered in small clusters throughout the den - drinking, eating and laughing with one another.

You took it as a win.

You walked over to Wanda, who was currently placing a party hat on Vision's head with a tipsy giggle.

"You having fun over here?" you smiled, playing with her hair.

"So much fun," she confirmed, turning to you and grabbing your hands. "Are you finally going to relax and have a good time with your friends now?"

You smirked, pretending to think about it before scrunching your nose, "Let me get us some shots."

She cheered, patting your ass playfully as you walked over to the makeshift bar that Tony had thrown together. You snorted when you realized that Thor was behind the counter, mixing drinks as he was looking in a book that held a variety of drink recipes.

"I didn't take you for a mixologist, Thunder," you teased, leaning over the bar and peering at the multiple glasses he had in front of him.

"Lady Y/N," he boomed with a grin, the heady scent of Asgardian ale wafting from his breath. "I'm trying to make Buttery Nipples. Would you like one?"

You laughed and nodded, "Why don't you make two for Wanda and I?"

"Splendid idea!" he shouted before picking up a glass and throwing it on the floor with a shatter. "To the Birthday Girl!"

A chorus of cheers erupted in the den as you attempted to hide your face in your hands, "Thor, please stop smashing the drinkware. We already had to establish a budget just because you kept smashing dishes."

The god blew a raspberry at you with thumbs down before returning his concentration to the book. You looked around the room, noticing a small group of people gathered in the corner. You smiled upon seeing Loki gesturing wildly with his hands, keeping the attention of all who were in the group.

"Your brother seems to be having a good time," you smirked, turning to Thor.

"Ahh, yes," he smiled. "My dear brother has brought with him the finest of Asgardian Ale. I believe he is sharing stories of his time on our planet, mostly having to do with said ale."

"Charming," you sniffed, grabbing the drinks that Thor had finally prepared.

"I believe there may also be a wager on whether or not he can actually get drunk."

"Thor!" you scolded. "That is a terrible idea."

He waved you off, "He can hold his own. He was once able to get through an entire barrel of that same ale before he finally retched. He's only brought with him a few gallons."

"Oh, well when you put it like that," you replied sarcastically, looking on at your friend with concern.

"My lady," Thor sang. "Your worry for my brother is endearing, but you should try to catch up with him and the rest of the party."

"Fat chance," you snorted. "I have a party to run here."

Thor straightened up almost comically, "You have my word that I will look after this party from henceforth on. Please, enjoy the evening. I will make another beverage for the Witch. Take those two."

You sighed, looking at the two shots in your hand.

"Just so you know," you started, before taking one shot. "Wanda would kill you if she heard you referring to her as 'the Witch.'"

You finished the other shot quickly as Thor held up his hands in defense, "Duly noted. Now, go and join my brother, and have some fun for once."

You groaned, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

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The group surrounding Loki was probably the most mismatched one you could have thought up, considering their attentions were drawn to Loki in the middle. There sat Tony, Natasha, Bucky, Sam and Clint as they watched with humored faces as Loki continued to talk animatedly.

Clint's eyes met yours and almost choked on his drink as you approached, hearing the tail-end of Loki's speech.

"-truly the most marvelous creature I have ever had the privilege to meet," Loki swooned, jumping as you placed your hand gently on his shoulder.

"Are we talking about the Rattatosk?" you joked, squeezing him in reassurance.

The group fell completely silent, Sam trying his damndest not to laugh as he gripped onto Bucky for dear life.

Loki looked up at you with wide eyes and reddened cheeks, "No!"

"Why are you guys being so weird?" you laughed, looking back at Loki before bumping him with your hip. "Scoot over, Mischief."

The god swallowed audibly and moved over so you could sit next to him. Tony coughed awkwardly and Natasha swallowed down the rest of her drink.

"I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" you asked, rubbing over your knees in discomfort.

"Yes-" started Sam.

"-No!" cutoff Bucky.

"We were just talking about everything and anything," Loki supplied nervously, placing his arm behind your back.

"Oh-kay," you said awkwardly. "Thor told me you had some Asgardian Ale over here?"

Tony chuckled, "Oh, yeah, we definitely do. Don't you, Rudolph?"

"Would you care for some, darling?" Loki asked, taking one of the bottles and offering it to you with earnest eyes.

"Is that safe...for me?" you asked wearily, taking the bottle.

"A couple of sips should suffice," your friend smiled, rubbing your lower back.

You shivered, smiling at the contact. You raised the bottle to your lips and took a swig, humming at the sweet honey-like taste, "Wow. That's not that bad."

"Gonna knock you on your ass in a minute, if Horns is anything to go by," Natasha joked, putting her empty glass on the table.

"Guys," Clint spoke up as he stood. "Let's give them some space. Don't be dicks."

Sam groaned, shooting the rest of his drink before following, "Always gotta take the fun out of everything, man."

After the area emptied out you looked over at Loki, "Why did they leave? Do I reek or something?"

Loki scrunched in his brow, "Darling, you smell magnificent."

You blushed lightly, handing him back the bottle, "Thanks for the ale."

"Pace yourself, love," he smiled. "I suppose one sip for you is equal to about three Midgardian beverages."

Your eyes widened, "Jesus, Loki. How much have you had tonight?"

He chuckled, pulling you closer, "It's a secret."

"You're a child," you giggled. "Seriously, why did they leave?"

"I probably overspoke before your arrival," he replied, avoiding your eyes. "I tend to get a little enamored when I imbibe."

"Enamored?" you teased, poking him lightly in the chest. "What's caught your attention?"

You could have sworn that the light blush that adorned his cheeks grew two shades darker at the question. He began to chuckle nervously, before rubbing over his face, groaning playfully.

"I just wish you knew," he said, throwing himself back against the couch. He looked over your profile, the hand that was on your lower back beginning to play with the strings that tied your dress together.

"My apologies for not being a mindreader," you slurred, feeling warm as you felt his fingers dance along your back.

Oh shit. I'm tipsy.

Loki snickered, "I guess that's a good thing."

"Why do you say that?" you pressed, falling against the couch so you could look him in the eyes.

Damn, they are extra blue tonight.

"I would be so embarrassed if you were able to read my mind," he slurred, covering his face.

He's adorable when he's drunk.

"What do you have to be embarrassed about, Mischief?" you teased, leaning in closer.

He peeked out between his fingers, "You have the most magnificent eyes, has anyone ever told you that?"

You flushed at that, chuckling nervously, "This is coming from the man with oceans for eyes."

"It's true, though," he smirked, his finger etching a pattern along your back. "Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I see them."

"Shut up," you laughed, pushing at him playfully.

"Really," he grinned, grabbing your hand. "I think about the way you look at me, about how you make me feel."

You paused, worried the moment would fade into oblivion.

"Loki, you...you're drunk," you reasoned. "We're both drunk."

"I'm not drunk," he shook his head. "Tipsy, yes. But certainly not drunk."

You swallowed, looking down at your lap as he continued, "I think about you a lot - did you know that?"

You smirked, looking up at him with glassy eyes, "I think about you, too."

"That right?" he purred, slotting his fingers in between yours. "I wonder."

"What?" you whispered, scooting closer to him.

"If our thoughts are similar."

You felt your stomach drop, your face heating, "I, uh, doubt that very much."

He looked up at you with an indiscernible look, "Tell me...what do you think about, darling?"

You sputtered, "Loki...now is not the time-"

"You're the most mesmerizing creature I have ever met," he spoke with confidence, dropping your hand to raise your chin so your eyes met.

"T-Thank you, Lokes," you breathed out with a small smile.

"Do you want to know what I think about?" he goaded, stretching out his limbs and drawing your eyes to the bulge in between his thighs.

Your eyes widened as you gulped, wordlessly nodding as you stared.

His eyes traced over the curves of your body, his fingers trailing down your jawline, down your neck to the swell of your breasts, "I think about all the things that I could do that will make you cum harder than you ever have before."

You couldn't help it when you moaned at those words, feeling the wetness gathering between your thighs as you looked into his lust-clouded eyes.

He licked his lower lip, "I apologize if I've overstepped-"

"-dance with me," you smiled softly, grabbing his hand and pulling him up with you as you lead him to an empty space in the den where a few people had gathered to dance.

The god quickly grabbed your hips and pressed himself up against your front as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and kissing your skin as you began to move your hips against him.

His hands traveled the expanse of your back slowly as he wedged his thigh in-between your legs, causing you to gasp. You couldn't bring yourself to think about anything except for the god in front of you who currently had his thigh pressed up against your clit in the most delicious way you could have ever imagined.

"Loki," you whimpered, cupping his face and pressing your forehead against his.

Your noses bumped affectionately against one another before he brushed his lips over yours, his tongue flicking over your upper lip, causing you to open your mouth to him in a gasp.

You closed your eyes as he slid his tongue into you mouth, both of your tongues dancing against one another in a way that caused you to drench the seat of your underwear. Your lips barely brushed one another in the most primal act of sex you could think of.

You whimpered into his mouth before he closed it with a kiss, "I need you to cum on my thigh, darling. Right here in front of all our friends. I want you to cum on my thigh. Right. Now."

"Fuck," you squealed, kissing him deeply as your lower stomach began to contract in a flood of pleasure, your clit throbbing as you felt his hardness continue to press against your own thigh.

You continued to rub against him as he cradled you in his arms, kissing the soul out of you until you came down slowly.

"Oh my god," you whispered against his lips, looking around meekly and blushing darkly as the reality of what you've done just hit you.

"Don't blush, love," Loki chuckled. "Or I'll fuck you right here on this dance floor."

You swallowed audibly, gripping his shirt tightly in your hands, "Your room. Now."

He smiled widely before nodding, the both of you becoming encompassed in green seidr before disappearing from the room.

A hushed silence fell upon the room while everyone watched the both of you disappear before Wanda spoke up.

"Did they just fuck each other on the dance floor?"

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Diasomnia's Fashion Icon

Livia: *Walks out of Diasomnia's mirror, wearing a lilac purple sleeveless dress, pearls draped around her waist and neck along with pearl bracelets around her wrists, her hair in low pigtails held together with pearl bands*

???: LIV?!

Livia: *Looks over and smiles*

Yolan and Epel: *Stares at her shocked*

Livia: We gonna go?

Epel: S-sure!

Yolan: Let's...go...

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Lilia: Have fun!

Livia: *Waves to Lilia, wearing a dark blue dress with fake flowers on half of the chest part, pearl patterns on the other half trailing all around her dress, bow earrings in her ear and a sapphire collar like necklace around her neck*

Cater: They really dress you up huh?

Floyd: Catfish looks so shiny and cute!

Ortho: *Beams, floating beside Livia* Yeah!

Livia: *Laughs* Malleus dresses me, he picks out all my clothes and hair styles!

Cater: *Stares in shock then chuckles* You are the definition of special privileges...

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Livia: *Leaves her dorm room, wearing a yellow dress with colored in sunflower patterns around the end of it, yellow rose petals scattered just above it with a white bow around her waist decorated with bees, her hair in a half up half down bun style with a sunflower hair clip that had a bee in her hair* I'm going out!

Malleus: Take Sebek with you, Beastie!

Livia: *Beams, grabbing Sebek's hand and pulling him after her* Got it!

Sebek: *Smiles slightly, his cheeks pink* You look pretty, Lady Livia

Livia: Thank you Sebek, you're handsome as always!

Sebek: *Smiles giddily, walking after her* Thank you..

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Livia: *Pets Kai, wearing a white dress with red patterns coming from the chest part, forming roses and hibiscus flowers, her hair up in a ponytail with a red and white bow*

Leona: Why'd you bring that thing with...

Kai(Red Panda): *Chitters, looking around*

Livia: He's my familiar!

Leona: Hah..cute student, cute familiar...no wonder

Livia: *Smiles, letting Kai run off

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Livia: *Stares, wearing a sunny yellow dress, daisy flowers covering the chest part with the petals scattered around the skirt part, thorn patters reaching from her waist and downwards, pearls decorating each pattern, a yellow ribbon tied into a bow around her neck, her hair up in low buns*

Kalim: GO JAMIL!!

Livia: *Smiles, cheering Golden on*

Golden: *Grins, dunking on an RSA student*

Livia: GO BIG BROTHER!!

Silver, Sebek and Kuro: *Glares daggers at the boys staring at Livia, gripping their batons* What?

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Livia: *Walks through school, wearing a dark purple dress with silver trimmed lily flowers at the top chest part of her dress, silver trim patterns decorating the rest of her outfit forming flowers and swirls, her hair down with half of her bangs behind held back by a purple ribbon, half revealing her saintess mark, a parasol with the same design in her hands*

Ruggie: Liv~! Hey gal!

Livia: Hi Ruggie!

Ruggie: Wanna walk with me? I need someone to chat with while I run these errands!

Livia: Of course!

Ruggie: *Chuckles and walks beside her*

Livia: *Beams, talking with Ruggie*

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Livia: *Enters Octavinelle, wearing a blue dress that was sailor theme, her hair hair in curls, a little sailor hat on her head along with silk made fingerless gloves*

Azul: Liv?!

Livia: Hi Zuzu!

Jade: Oya? Livia, you look lovely

Floyd: Told ya, Catfish is like Diasomnia's little clothes model!

Azul: Well, thanks for visiting Liv, ready to talk?

Livia: Yes!

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Livia: *Leaves the Diasomnia mirror, wearing a off shoulder white dress with feathers along the waist and around the shoulder part, golden trims around the ends and near the middle, a golden necklace with a half diamond half sapphire around her neck, a white bow with golden trimming around the ends and the ribbons, around her waist, a turtle dove hair clip in her hair which was in a side bun, a few golden trims in her hair*

Ace: ...show off...

Deuce: Livia! You look very pretty!

Jack: Let me guess...Malleus?

Livia: *Nods, giggling* He refuses to let me go anywhere without looking my best!

Epel: Understandable...

Yolan: Yeah..

Huey: *Smiles at Livia, giving her a thumbs up*

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Recliner Takeover

Summary: Peter 2 gets everything set up to chill in his recliner. When he comes back after getting something, One has taken his spot and refuses to give it back 😁

Peter 2 tossed a blanket onto the recliner. "Never thought I'd enjoy this as much as I would, but here we are."

Roughly a month ago, the recliner had been gifted to him by MJ and Otto and, as much as it irked him to admit, the reclined position really helped with his back and joints. One of the many joys of becoming old meant you favored less upright positions.

Two patted his pockets. "Now where did I---Oh that's right."

The eldest hurried back to his room. Sure enough, his phone was still on the night stand. "Ah-ha."

With his phone secured, Peter 2 stepped back to the living room. "Alright, time to---."

Two froze in the doorway. His once empty recliner was now occupied by a giggling teenager.

Peter 2 put a hand on his hip. "Well well well. What do we have hehere?"

One snuggled into the recliner. "Yohou made it lohook soho comfyhy."

"Well that wahas kind of thehe point." Two stepped toward the recliner. "Since Ihi was going to use ihit."

One turtled as his nervous giggles grew. "Ohoho?"

"Yes oho." Peter 2 closed the distance between them. "I'm sure you could tehell."

"Ihi didn't, buhut nohow ihits too lahate."

"Why's thahat?"

One grinned. "Ihits mine nohow!"

The eldest Peter bit pack a grin as he leaned toward his baby brother. "Well thihis just won't do."

The youngest turtled even farther into his shoulders. "Uh-oho."

A moment later, Two had scooped the youngest up into his arms. "Ah-ha!"

"Eep!"

Peter 2 settled into the recliner with his baby brother in his lap. "Now I have reclaimed the recliner!"

"No!" One squirmed.

Meanwhile, a plan formed the oldest's mind. He wrapped One in a hug and held him close. "And now I have a little Snuggle Baby to keep me company."

"Noho! Noho bahaby!"

Two's fingers started spidering across One's sides. "Of cohourse, I can't let such a crime ahas stegealing go unpunished. And I think I have the peherfect activity to do with my Snuggle Baby."

Peter 1 dissolved into a squirmy ball of giggles. "Nuuhuhu! Yohou're mean!"

"You stole my spot!" The oldest spidered his fingers up One's side. "This is aha fair exchahange."

The youngest shook his head.

"Awww, what's wrong Peanut? Too ticklish?"

A blush crept across One's face. "Shuhut uhup!"

"Uh-oho, someone's cranky." Two readjusted the youngest. "Ihi know what to do."

The next sound to leave One's mouth was a squeal as Two's face nuzzled into his neck. "NAAAH! HEEEEHELP!"

"Three's not here rigight now." Two switched to the other side. "No one can save you now!"

"AHEEEE!" Peter One snorted. "TWOOO!"

"Aww, baby snorts."

Another snort slipped out. "SHUHUT UHUP!"

"You brought this uhupon yourself." Two moved up to his ears. "You stohole myhy seat."

One squeaked and turtled. "NAT THERE!"

Peter 2 cooed and paused his tickles to let One catch his breath. "Do you ahapologize?"

Immediately, the youngest shook his head while the biggest grin appeared on his face.

"No?"

One shook his head again. "Nohope."

A knowing smile grew across Two's face. "Did you do all this for some tickle time?"

The blush on One's face grew darker.

"Ope, you blushed." Peter 2 wiggled his fingers toward his baby brother. "You know what that means?"

"Shh-shhuhu---!"

The ever wiggling fingers moved closer to the youngest. "Aww, what's wrong Peanut? Awre those big mean fingewrs making youw newvous?"

Peter 1 loosely wrapped his hand around Two's wrist. "Shhh--shhh---!"

"Come ohon." The oldest wiggled his fingers even closer. "Yohou can get it ohout."

"Eep!" Peter 1's nervous giggles grew even louder. "Shh-shuhuhush!"

"I don't think I cahan." Peter 2's hand jumped to One's stomach. "Cause it's tummy time!"

"Ack! Peteher!"

"Aww, I thought babies loved tummy time." Two skittered his fingers in a circle. "It's a staple piece."

Peter 1 went from lightly grabbing Two's wrist to turtling his arms up like a T-rex.

"See? You do love tummy time."

"Noho!" One snorted again. "Dohon't call ihit thahat!"

"Why not? Tummy time is for babies after all."

"Buhut Ihim not aha babyhyhy!"

"Yes you are!" Peter 2 wrapped One in a hug. "Yes you are!"

The youngest buried his face in his brother's chest. "Yohou're soho mean!"

"But . . . You never told me to stop."

Peter 1 whined and buried farther in.

"Aww." Two spidered down Peter 1's side. "Do you need more tummy time Peanut?"

With a squeak, One turned back around and grabbed Two's hand. "Spihider!"

"You don't like the spider?"

One shook his head. "Noho. Spideher!"

Peter 2 cocked his head. "No spider? Or no I want spider?"

Peter 1 squeaked again.

The eldest Peter cooed. "Do you want itsy bitsy spider?"

Silence.

With an ever growing grin, Peter 2 started spidering up his baby brother's side. "The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout."

One grinned brightly as he turtled to one side.

He looked so cute that Two almost forgot the next line of the song. However, he managed to remember the line as he spidered down to One's hip. "Down came the rain and washed the spider out."

Another round of giggles that could surely cure cancer.

"Out came the sun." Peter tapped his brother's nose. "And dried up all the rain."

The youngest scrunched up his nose.

So Peter 2 quickly finished the song so he could smother One in kisses. "And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again."

As soon as the song finished and the kiss attack began, Peter 1 squealed loudly.

"You gotta stop being so cute! The government is going to take you away and using you as a weapon of mass destruction!"

The dark blush on Peter 1's face grew even darker as he turtled. "NOHOHO!"

Peter 2 continued his kiss attack. "I could just squish you into oblivion! You're so tiny and precious!"

Peter 1 tried to squirm down. "EHEVIHIL!"

Two squeezed the youngest close. "You're too adorable to let go baby! I wanna hold you forever and ever and ever!"

The youngest giggles calmed as his breathing calmed. "Buhut yohour love ihis smohothering!"

"Stop being so precious and I'll stop smothering you!"

One stuck his tongue out at his brother.

The eldest Peter cackled as he cuddled the youngest in his arms. "Yohou'll nehever stop being precihious to mehe Peanut."

One leaned into the hold. "Thahank you."

"Is that what you wanted." Two kissed his forehead. "A tickle and a cuddle?"

The youngest paused.

"One?"

"And time with you too."

"Really?"

Peter 1 grinned as he nodded. "I love you and want to spend time with you."

Two's heart melted. "I love you too Peanut."

"C-can I stay here? With you?"

"Of course!" The eldest used his webs to grab the blanket that had fallen to the floor so he could cover them both. "I'm always excited for Snuggle Bug cuddles."

". . . Snuggle Bug baby cuddles?"

The oldest nodded. "Yes. Snuggle Bug baby cuddles."

The biggest smile appeared on Peter 1's face.

Peter 2 melted as he readjusted the blanket around his baby brother's shoulders. "Come on, it's getting close to nap time."

The youngest rolled his eyes. "I'm 17, I don't need---need a nap."

Whatever retort One planned to make was interrupted by a yawn.

"Yohouve outehed yourself Buhug." Peter 2 readjusted the youngest. "Now it's nahap time."

As Peter 2 started to rock the recliner, One stubbornly held his eyes open. "I don't want to sleep yet."

"But we can have more fun when you're awake."

"C-could we watch a show? U-until I fall asleep?"

"Of course Peanut." Peter 2 turned on the TV. "That sounds like a perfect idea."

However, despite his desire, Peter 1 fell asleep before the first episode was halfway through.

The eldest Peter cooed and brushed the loose curls out of One's face. "I love you Peanut. Sleep tight.

A small smile appeared on One's lips as he slept safe and sound in his older brother's arms.

[ebitenpura]

Charm

Done for OC Kiss Week 2023, not the correct day but only doing one prompt and for Valentine's, so here ya go. :D

MEK-SHA

The lights of the densely populated mining asteroid faded into the background as Eight launched himself out the window of the Imperial headquarters, hot on the heels of the fleeing shadow who’d attempted to assassinate yet another Sith Lord– a disturbing pattern that had their masters crying for retribution.

He braced himself as the transparisteel shattered against his weight, releasing the room from the suffocating smoke the aptly named Sith Hunter had filled it with. They’d gone straight for the neck of Lord Shaar, and had it not been for his timely intervention she’d surely be writhing on the floor at this moment. 

Eight hit the rooftop and rolled, springing to his feet and dodging– one, two, he twisted around the last one to preserve momentum, three sleep darts all fired from the Sith Hunter’s gauntlet who slowed down minutely to fire back at him, but gave that up quickly seeing as it hadn’t stopped him at all. The masked felon clad in fully armored robes resumed their breakneck sprint across the interconnected veins of Mek-Sha. 

Eight followed not even one slow step behind, his body reading skills quickly taking in their stride and form to give him the edge. His lucid eyes tracked his mark against the neon skyline, and then it was over: he knew exactly where they were going next.

There. 

Eight broke off from the chase to cut a diagonal path away from the Sith Hunter, who stopped dead in their tracks as he disappeared from sight into stealth.

Where…?

Their finger hovered above the de-cloaking device in their suit as they tried to search for the Cipher on their scanners. They didn’t have to search long. 

Eight dove at the assailant from above, using the tight architecture of Mek-Sha to his advantage to circle behind him as he slammed full-force into the Sith Hunter to knock them off the ledge.

The assassin threw a powerful punch at him– one that would surely decapitate at close range had he not dodged it, but he’d predicted their form long ago. The Echani agent grabbed their elbow and twisted them into a lock, guaranteeing no escape for his opponent as they fell off the roof together.

Normally, he would go for the finish here. Let the enemy absorb the full weight of the fall. Maybe break something on the way down.

Eight did nothing of the sort. He instead, smiled down at the Sith Hunter as the wind tore at their skin, delirious with adrenaline and relief in those shining dark eyes of his. Illuminated in the bloom of the asteroid, his hair glowed stark as moonlight.

“You were always bad at hiding from me, Ain.” 

He flipped them around midair, ignoring the Hunter’s protests of “you idi-” as he muffled them into his chest.

They hit the ground. 

Eight felt his comms unit and other tecno-paraphernalia crunch beneath him. Then came the full weight of pain as he turtled to minimize as much impact to the assassin in his arms. The thud was audible. It rattled every bone in his body and knocked the air from his lungs, like being hit with a sledgehammer to the chest. He felt something break– and a bit of iron burst forth from biting the inside of his cheek. 

The world went black for a few seconds.

When he came to, the Sith Hunter was yelling. He couldn’t make out the words with the ringing in his ears and well– the pain, but he thought he could see the formed vowels from the blue of his luscious lips. Wait. Lips? 

Eight looked down at the object grasped in his hands where the Sith Hunter used to be. A mask. 

“What were you thinking, pulling something like that?! Are you trying to get yourself killed?! Eight! Speak to me!”

Unmasked, with his worry and face on full display, kneeled Ain’res in the flesh. His Ain’res. 

The Cipher agent had gone missing after Darth Vistasis rose to power with every source telling him he’d died in action– some grand explosion, but he’d refused to accept it. The Seven he knew was too brilliant to go out in such a way, or so he’d told himself in the depths of icy, seething rage that had Keeper forcing him into solitary before he tried anything that guaranteed him an execution. 

He knew. He suspected. He wanted to burn down the world for him atop a pyre of Sith, but the loveless stars above hadn’t granted him that absolution. So he’d remained.

Then the Sith Hunter reappeared months later, and he’d never known peace since.

The Chiss’ indigo locks tickled Eight’s face as the other agent grabbed fistfuls of his shirt to pull him up, ranting all the while about how reckless and stupid he was for doing such a thing, concern bleeding off him like the rivulets running down Eight’s head. 

He couldn’t do anything but laugh, soft and fond.

The sound froze Ain’res to his core, who stopped and gazed at him with his round, crimson eyes in confusion. Eyes as warm as the heat of a reddening sunset, like flame-flower syrup in whiskey. 

“I knew you weren’t dead.” His knuckle reached to brush against a ringed braid that had come loose, the gesture remarkably delicate for hands that did nothing but kill. “I searched forever. I thought I’d spend the rest of my life looking for stars in a starless sky.” 

Ain’res eyes began to fill with unshed tears. “I’m so– I’m sorry,” He stammered out, the apologies flooding from his lips as the dam inside him broke, as if he weren’t already broken, “I’m tired, Eight. I’m so…” His grip tightened on his collar, trembling with grief. “I can’t lose anyone else. I’ve buried so many people that I’ve lost count. You have to understand, if I lost you too, I…”

He was never one to speak with words. Eight gazed into his eyes once more, memorizing every line and feature aching with hurt and rage and pain. Their breaths crossed one anothers. Moving in, slowly, imperceptibly, he pressed their mouths together into a kiss, where he tasted just how deep his sorrow was against the plush of his lips. He didn’t rush. They had all the time in the galaxy– time lost, time given up, time taken away. For now, this was theirs and theirs alone. 

A small noise escaped Ain’res throat, needy and wanting. Eight took this as a sign to pull away, where the ex-Cipher stared back with a renewed light in his eyes, every nerve in his body telling him he mourned the loss of warmth. His gaze flickered to the glove that cupped the side of his cheek, then back at Eight. 

Ain’res didn’t hesitate. He grabbed him by his lapels, yanking him back into an even fiercer reply, a battle of teeth and tongue that had Eight murmuring approval into his deep kiss, one where they fought for oxygen within one another as years of hidden longing rose to the surface and spilled forth until neither could differentiate who had fallen first.

Soft. Safe. Warm. All else faded into white noise, until all they knew was the taste of one another. 

Eventually they had to resurface to breathe, where Eight took the chance to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, smirking. “I’m keeping this, by the way.”

Ain’res deadpanned at him, weakly swiping at it to steal it out of the taller agent’s reach. “I need that. Give it back.”

“Absolutely not. Besides,” Eight said, with a grin as wicked and slight as the waning moon, “it’s my lucky charm.”

[d1xkrider]

Blood sucker

Vampire hunter Black! gn reader x Vampire Angel Devil

warnings. (Some warnings are serious others are just things I want people to know).

cursing(not as much),

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you rip your arrow out of the young vampire's ribs and clutch its heart in between your fingers. “You are such a nuisance.” Annoyed you sighed placing the arrow back in your stack. You start to walk over to your motorcycle but realize something’s off. “Boring. How quickly you notice things truly upsets me.” The voice groaned. It was a vampire with gorgeous pale skin, red hair, a white turtle neck, and black pants but no shoes? His lashes flutter somehow his precence made you feel cautious but entertained. This guy... what does he want from you?

He was floating in the air admiring the anger in your eyes and rotating himself to be set on the dirt floor. “Relax, I’m not planning on killing you.” He reassured but that didn't stop you from gripping your dagger tightly. "You know you can't kill me with that. Even if you try, trust me. Many before you have died looking as determined as you." I swiftly throw my dagger and immediately like reflex grab my arrow ready to attack. Instead, he pushes my arm again deflecting my move and seeing past my fast reflexes, I was fast

but he is much faster.

My back collapses onto the hard dirt floor. As i gasp at the sudden feeling his knee pierces right into my abdomen making me unable to move anywhere.

"You know. Im, not one to go out of my way to do anything slightly physical. Blinking itself is such a pain." He spoke in a soft voice ignoring my grunts of resistance. "But I have been watching you for a while. And I must say I am rather interested in you."

He pulls my hands above my head and intertwines them as he eyes me. He leans in as his hair covered my face. He was so close that his breath hits my nose., Blood. the smell of blood and a hint of mint I smelt. I wasn't disgusted by this scent but felt that I was weakened by a lot, this man as small as a car door is straddling me like some weakling holding me down with ease. I hated it, I hated feeling weak, I have felt weak and belittled by these species for as long as I can remember. No more. I cannot stand it. I refuse to believe I am being handled like this.

Make it stop. Please make it stop.

"Your heart...It sped up. Why is that so?" He questioned. He waits for my answer but I do not speak. I cannot let it hear the tremble in my voice. I couldn't let him know this bone-crushing position hurts even when he does he has no proof. I can't cry. I am a proud Vampire killer and we do not tremble or cry to no one.

The gorgeous blood-sucking creature uses this moment to pierce his nails into the back of my palms with the hope of hearing my voice but I do not give him that privilege.

"Even when you can feel your blood leaking out of you you still manage to stay silent, so amusing you are." I could hear the glee in his voice but his face is stone cold with curiosity within his eyes. "I have been following you for quite some time now. I was curious on how you could keep on going, when you have lost so much."

He spoke like he knew me. Like he knew everything that has led up for me to become a vampire hunter. Deaths, sacrifices, betrayal, and being used. His face is so hard to read making me turn my head away from his demanding stare. "Uh uh face me. I want to see how you react to my words." He lets go of one of my hands and forces my head back into place.

"Why me." I forced. His eyes brighten. He lifts himself off me giving me an opening. I kick his stomach as hard as I could and pull myself back and away from him. My legs felt weak like I hit a wall of bricks. The man holds his stomach unfazed and sighs. "I knew you were going to do that." He shakes his head. "Im going to fucking kill you!" I screamed taking out a large red faded dagger. "Can't you see? You cannot kill me." He starts to take a few steps forward ignoring my poor attempts at leaping at him and stabbing. "I can hear your thoughts y'know." He deflects my moves and slams my head against a tree making me twist up in rage. "Your heartbeat is so emotional and loud." He grabs my wrist and forces me onto the same tree and just stays there. I struggled for so long, that I felt exhausted. His face made me so angry and the way he speaks so monotone. I just couldn't.

I stop moving completely. "I want to know one thing and one thing only." He whispered.

"And what the fuck is it?" I spat.

"Why do you try so hard to live. When there is nothing for you to go back to."

I didn't know how to reply to what he said. Since he was correct, nothing is waiting for me anymore. But my will to live still is within me. He stares at me waiting for an answer, any answer. His lips quiver and his eyes dart to every discoloration, bruise, hair, and mark on my face. I gulp the lump that has formed within my throat hard. "I don't know," I said. He stares at me for a little longer and grits his teeth together.

"They gotta be around here somewhere!" I heard many voices at the entrance of the forest and a sigh of relief. "These fuckers take so long to save one of their own," I said. When I looked back at the redhead he had vanished without a trace. I stand up holding the parts that hurt and try to make it out of the forest Blood drips from my body and I groan every time I take a step. Birds flutter and branches broke. commotion getting louder and louder and-

"Holy shit what happened to you?!" A man asked with expensive body gear at each part of his body.

"Vampires," I replied before collapsing into a deep sleep.

=

Even though I have been saved, the ache did not leave my heart. I still felt hopeless, lost, and weak.

The more I think about what happened the more it affected how I lived. How could I let such a blood-hungry animal speak about me in such interest?

and why do i long to speak to him again.....

-end-

(pt2?)

[kipxer]

Dumb Cuddles W/ Leo

Rise!Leo/GN!Reader - QPR/Platonic/Alterous - no Reader pronouns - Y'all are both about college aged 18-22

Warnings: The reader is described to have a "squishy/soft" stomach. The reader is also temporarily bound? I think is the right word to describe it? Like your arms are stuck to your side and can't move. I promise this is a normal cute silly cuddle fic.

Word Count: Probably like 1.5k?? Idk I'm on mobile rn

Note: Was thinking about how touch starved I am, now I write self insert fanfiction about cuddling turtles. I have peaked.

Masterlist

"Hey Leo!!!" You shout to the figure high up on the skate ramp.

"Yeah?"

"Can we cuddle???"

"Oh hell yeah!! Just a sec."

Even from here you could see the excited grin spread onto his face.

You really could not ask for a better platonic partner.

Being with Leo was like having a walking talking encyclopedia of hilariously bad puns and overly confident one liners at your side at all times, filling your days with laughter and spirit.

He really is your favorite turtle.

Now even more so since you practically live at the lair.

As your relationship progressed, you two have essentially evolved into cuddle buddies, being each other's go to for all affectionate needs.

And right now, you were in need of some affection.

Leaving his board behind, he swiftly hops down the ramp and makes his way over.

As soon as he reaches you, he greets you with his arms wide open, wrapping you up in a tight hug, before settling in with a snicker and his dorky smile.

But now with your arms bound to your sides, you do the best you can to return the gesture by simply smooshing your face into his neck, giggling in turn.

In his hold, he squeezes you even closer before lifting you from the ground by a few inches.

You yelp at the lack of contact.

Leo lets out another chuckle, but you know him too well, this time his laugh is a bit darker, almost mischievous in nature.

Refusing to let you go even for a moment, he shuffles you both across the lair somewhere.

"Where are you taking me you kidnapper!!" You wriggle against him. "Nonononono you're up to something. This was a trap!! I've set myself up!!!"

Leo only maniacally laughs louder.

The struggle you put up doesn't seem to perturb him either as he stops in front of his bed.

He looks down at the bed. Then looks at you. Then back at the bed.

Your poor mortal form is hoisted up and slammed down into the sheets.

"BABOOSHHH!!! HAHAAAAAAA"

"LEO!!" You let out a high pitched nasally scream at his heinous betrayal before tumbling into a fit of laughter.

He flops down on the bed joining you.

"Hello there." He says formally, as if nothing had happened.

You can't stop giggling as you lean back up. "You've been planning to do that for a while haven't you." You smile at him.

"Ahh, you know you love it." He says cockily.

"You slam dunked me!!"

"Ok and?"

He stares at you with a wide jaunty smile.

Not knowing how else to respond, you pat your hand right on his face in attempts to wipe off that grin.

However your attempts remain futile as he just gently grabs your hand before making his way closer to you.

He rolls on top of you, laying on his front and resting his head on your stomach, getting cozy. His weight presses you into the mattress like some sort of weighted turtle blanket.

One of your hands finds its way to his head, petting him. The other gently soothes his upper shell, feeling the small bumps and ridges that decorate him.

Both of you take a deep breath and melt into each other's gentle touches and comfortable atmosphere.

You watch as he closes his eyes and nuzzles into your stomach, enjoying your warmth.

He mumbles something softly.

"What was that?"

"I said, your stomach's makin' noises."

You bark out a laugh.

You can never have a serious moment with this boy.

"I can't help it, I'm just so good at digesting."

He attempts to snuggle closer as if it was even possible.

"And you are so squishy."

"Thank you."

"You're like the most comfiest pillow." He whines, "I am jealous."

Your hand drags along the edge of his shell. Gradually, you have it follow the crease of one of his scutes, tracing it's shapes.

"Well I love all your little lines and bumps you got going on. I should be the jealous one." You l rub our hand over his shell back and forth, feeling it's ridges graze your hand to blend into one smooth tingly texture.

The only response you get out of him is a soft hum, enjoying the attention you give his shell.

Soon you find your hands drifting to his mask tails. Twirling and weaving them between your fingers effortlessly. The silky fabric glides across your skin.

A moment passes before you finally decide to pull the knot loose.

He doesn't seem to care.

With the newly exposed skin, you massage the back of his skull causing him to visibly melt into your touch and sigh.

His scales are smooth and a bit cool to the touch.

Not before long you travel down towards his neck, then behind his jaw, and the far sides of his head, tending to all the different muscles and tendons that occupy the areas.

You've never seen him so relaxed and limp before, just turning into putty before you. You're sure he's gonna fall asleep soon if he hasn't done so already.

After soothing all the tense muscles that you could reach, you wonder,

"Can I mess with your face?"

Not even needing to explain, Leo perks up, "Oh my god yes please." He lazily pushes himself up and rolls over to his side, his mask fallen and forgotten among the blankets as you turn with him. Dropping a limp arm across your midsection, he kicks his legs until they tangle with yours, finally comfortable and content again.

Quietly, you giggle at his excited reaction and gaze down at him. He has a childish smile and gentle closed eyes.

It's not often you see him without his mask, in rare moments like these you can't help but admire his unique face. Not like he wouldn't absolutely soak up the attention if you randomly asked to look at his face, it just feels like an awkward ask for you.

But you still can't let this opportunity pass you by, so you experimentally squish his face. Pushing his cheeks up and together, crinkling his eyes and widening his smile, even pulling a light chuckle out of him.

Continuing on, you drag your fingers across his brow, pushing them together and pulling them apart. Up, he looks sad, down, he just looks mischievous.

Dragging your fingers from his brow, you trace the red markings. All the way up just above his brow, and down to his cheek bones, all with a feather like touch.

Trailing you fingertips down back towards his jaw, you hold his face in your hands as he practically churrs. His head heavy, leaning it's weight into your palms.

Comfortingly, you rub your thumbs across his cheeks which only widens his smile.

"Your hands are so warm..." He mumbles, making your own grin grow affectionately.

Not even 10 minutes into your face massage do you find him fast asleep, for sure this time. His expression slack and breathing slow.

Just snoozing away in your grasp.

You wouldn't mind a nice nap either, so you decide to cuddle up next to him and join in his slumber.

You feel him unconsciously tighten his grip on your waist as you find your place resting your head under his chin.

He really is your favorite turtle.

[thelaundrybitch]

Little Blue Hearts Update - Chapter 33

Happy Thursday, Turtle Doves!

Here's the last pre-written chapter of LBH.

Like I said, I will be continuing it, I just need a break for now.

This was very different and fun for me to write.

I hope you enjoy it 💙

Trigger Warning: Kidnapping, and attack mentioned. PTSD and anxiety given a slight emotional description from the "reader's" view. Nothing written in-depth though.

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

Little Blue Hearts cover art by the lovely @leosgirl82

Nightmares

-Ashley-

"Weird…"

I have a missed call and a voicemail on my phone from an unknown number.

*You have one new voice message… Beep*

"Hi, Ashley,

This is Detective Erica Adams. I know it's been a while since we spoke, and I hope you're doing well.

I'm calling to ask if you would be willing to come down to the station today. I'm pretty confident that we picked up the man responsible for your attack - over by your building. We could really use your help, by picking him out in a line-up.

Please give me a call back,

Thank you!"

*Beep*

I sigh, and I feel Michelangelo's arms around me in an instant.

"You gonna be ok, babes?" He asks softly.

"Yea. I need to go pick out that asshole in a line-up. You know, the one from the night we met."

He's quiet.

"Mike?"

"Yea, sorry I didn't tell you sooner, babes. We caught him the night Liv was headed to come and see you," he apologizes and spins me, so I'm facing him.

"Oh?" I'm not upset. Just a bit surprised he didn't tell me.

"I didn't want to be a killjoy. You were so happy about Liv," he pouts.

"It's ok," I say, putting my arms around his neck and kissing him. "That must be why she wants me to come today. They've had him for three days already."

"I can bring you there and wait for you… Since Liv is…" he says.

"I would love that," I tell him, with a small smile, making him smile back at me.

So, I called Detective Adams back and set a time to come in later that night.

At 7:00 pm, I arrive at the Manhattan Police station.

"Hey, Ashley! Thanks for coming down and doing this. We really appreciate your help," says Detective Adams as she shakes my hand.

"Oh, absolutely. If I can do anything that ensures that other women won't go through the same thing I did, then I am glad to help," I tell her.

She smiles at me and leads me to a room where I stand behind one-way glass.

"So, you can see them, but they can't see you," she explains.

I nod, my hands clutching one another so hard that my knuckles are turning white.

She rests her hand on the back of my shoulder, and I turn to look at her. 

"Hey," she says softly, "everything is going to be alright. I promise," she consoles me.

I let out a long breath, I didn't realize I was holding, and drop my hands down beside me.

"Ok. I'm ready," I tell her.

The detective picks up a phone off the wall by the door and tells whoever is on the other end to "Let them in."

Eight men walk into the line-up room. Each of them varies in age, height, weight, and ethnicity.

It doesn't take me long to spot him.

Standing there looking as greasy and sleazy as the day Mike saved me.

"Him," I gasp before all the men have even lined up properly.

"The second one in the line-up," I say, pointing at him as my heart races.

The detective nods her head, and puts her hand up in a calming motion.

"Ok. I absolutely believe you. We do have to go through this proper…"

Before Detective Adams can finish her statement, my attacker has sprung to the one-way glass, and he's pounding on it.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! ASSHHHLLLEEEEEYYY!" He screams, his voice cracking and unhinged.

I grab the detective by the arm and hide behind her out of reflex.

"SHE KNOWS WHOOOO YOU ARREEEE!" He taunts, his eyes bulging from their sockets as he claws at the glass.

As Detective Adams is frantically calling for him to be taken away, my legs have refused to hold me up any longer, and I fall to the floor on my behind, tears streaming down my face.

Two officers rush into the room, grab the crazy man, and attempt to pull him out.

The entire time he's struggling and fighting them, yelling over his shoulder.

"THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU! SHE KNOWS YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS!" He screams. "SHE'S GONNA KILL YOU ALLLLL!" He manages to cry out, cackling as he's dragged out of the room.

Having already sunk to the floor, I automatically scooted my back to the farthest wall and wrapped my arms around my legs while I tremble and cry.

"Ashley, I'm so sorry," says Detective Adams, squatting down beside me and resting her hand on my shoulder.

"Do you know who… Or what he's talking about?" She asks gently.

"No!" I sob, "I don't know anyone. I didn't do anything!" I tell her, panicking and worrying about the turtles and the few friends I have.

Who did I piss off?

"I know, I know," she says, trying to soothe my haywire emotions.

"Do you have someone waiting for you?" She asks.

I nod as she hands me a box of tissues from behind her on the table.

I clean myself up as she asks a few other questions regarding my friends in the area, and whether or not I have someplace else, I can stay for a while. She doesn't want me to be alone.

As she's helping me up off the floor, I tell her I've pretty much moved in with my boyfriend and his family, who all happen to be into martial arts, so I'm very safe.

Seemingly satisfied with my answers, she walks me to the front door of the precinct.

As we approach the front, one of the officers rushes towards us.

"He's gone!" He claims, eyes wide with fear.

"What do you mean he's gone…" she says angrily.

"We locked him up in holding, and when we came back, he was missing," says the officer.

"Lock down the building. Nobody comes in or out without me knowing," she commands. "Ashley, I am so sorry. Will you be alright…"

I wake up in a cold sweat, panting and gasping for air as tears stream down my face.

Mike is already awake and pulling me into his embrace, soothing me with soft words and kisses. He lets me sob until I have nothing left to give.

"Same dream?" He whispers, smoothing my hair back and wiping away any tears that find their way out of the corners of my eyes.

I nod.

It's been over three months since the incident. I feel like I should be fine by now.

But I'm not.

He's still out there.

She's out there.

Whoever She Is.

And apparently…

She's coming for me.

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[sunnywritings]

swimming troubles

request: platonic!ranboo x reader genre: fluff word count: 963 warnings: n/a summary: tommy tosses you into the water, and ranboo saves you

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“tommy no!” the shout left ranboo quickly, but it was too late. you shrieked while in the air, quickly splashing into the cold embrace of the ocean. tommy, not knowing you couldn’t swim, had thrown you into the waters after making a joke about turtles. the splash filled your ears, the sounds of water quickly overlapping everything. it was empty, holding your eyes shut at the tight sting of the water. after a quick moment you opened your eyes, spinning around to stare up at the reflective surface that was slowly getting away.

your eyes widened, and instinctively you gasped, though that proved to be a mistake when the water rushed into your mouth. it took everything to not start flailing around to try and swim to the surface, the ache beginning to grow in your lungs. as the pain had begun to spread to your limbs, another splash emerged from the water above. you could faintly see ranboo’s tail, blue-ish-gray particles floating off the half enderman. his dual eyes were glazed over, and not just because of the water. he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, being an enderman, or at least half, gave him a longer reach and obviously made him taller. ranboo’s tail wrapped around your waist securely while moving your arms to wrap around his neck, and he slowly swam to the top of the water in snowchester. 

you gasped when you both broke the surface, leaning heavily against the taller one. water spewed from your lungs, coughing harshly while continuously grappling with your lungs for air. ranboo swam you both back towards the edge, pulling you up and over before patting at your back. “are you alright?” his voice was the definition of concern while he stared at you, crouching and hunched over to check for any wounds.

tommy stood awkwardly to the side before quickly walking over, crouching to also check if you were alright. you pressed a hand onto the ground for support, labored breaths slowing down so you could answer. “yeah, yeah i’m fine now.” a small shiver left you, rattling down your spine from the cold. the blonde teen took off his snowchester jacket, tossing it onto you, which almost toppled you over from how thick it was. “here, sorry ‘bout that, didn’t know you couldn’t swim.” he grumbled, arms folded over his chest. goosebumps prickled at his skin, and as much as he stubbornly refused to make eye contact with you, he did sound apologetic. 

“It’s fine tommy, thanks.” a low chuckle left you, though it sounded bitterly hoarse, “i don’t talk about it anyways.” truthfully you didn’t speak about it because you didn’t want to be seen as weak or vulnerable in any way. though this situation clearly went against what you wanted entirely, considering how much you were shivering and how red your face was from the cold. this was no ‘cute blush’ either like the stories said, this was a full-blown reddish-pink with snot threatening to drip out of your nose and tears welling in your eyes.

he nodded meekly, “just give it back to me tomorrow at my house, i forgot i need to go um, take care of my furnace yeah.” tommy cleared his throat awkwardly before turning, “bye!” the raccoon-personalited boy scrambled off quickly after that.

you pulled the coat tighter onto yourself, it was cold, really cold, but the coat was warm and smelled of grass and smoke. ranboo had taken a step back, tail now waving slightly behind him. he seemed uneasy, concerned but hesitant all together, “lets get to the house, it’ll be warmer there.” the half-enderman said, holding a hand out for you to take. as you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up, you noticed he wasn’t wet, despite leaping into the lake.

quickly you gasped, checking over his arms, of the areas you could see at least, “ranboo! you jumped into the water! are you alright?” he continued to lead you along, “yeah, i’m fine. tubbo’s been experimenting with water resistance potions for me, and i guess this prototype works.” ranboo shrugged, staring down at you before pushing the door open. he let your hand go, ducking his head so he could enter the home, quickly you followed suit.

it was only mildly concerning that tubbo was making more experiments, what was more concerning was, “why’d you test a potion you didn’t even know would work to rescue me idiot!” you scolded him, brows furrowing. 

he paused at that, glancing back at you, “because if i didn’t you’d look more like a wet rat than usual? and more dead inside? instead of inside only it would be outside as well.” 

that brought out a stifled, choked laugh from you while you sat down by the fire inside. “gee, thanks, i feel the love.” you were genuinely appreciative, concerned but appreciative. ranboo shook his head, sitting down behind you and dragging you into a hug. “don’t mention it.” he hummed, pulling a book out to the side and writing a few things down. 

the book disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and instead he put an actual story book in front of you. his head rested on top of your’s pretty easily, his spine even slightly hunched. “here, we still haven’t finished the book we were reading, ‘chambers of bone’.” 

you leaned back into him while taking the book from him, opening it. both of you knew this was platonic, the entire area did, you treated each other more like best friends or siblings than anything else after all. a sense of contentment filled you, replacing the ache that once swelled in your chest ten minutes before, a smile spreading across your face.

“lets resume chapter eleven then.”

[whatisthiswritingthing]

First Impressions - Alex Morgan & Charlie x Reader

Prompt: Maybe a cute one where Alex and R have been dating, but R hasn’t met Charlie yet? Alex introduces them and its instant fluff!

Note: Set as a bit of a prequel in the #sweaterthief universe. 

“What should I wear this afternoon?” Y/N asked as soon as her call connected with Alex.

“I don’t know, we are going to the park, park clothes?” Alex laughed.

“I’m serious Alex! I don’t know what to wear!” Y/N said exasperated, rummaging through her closet.

“You don’t know what to wear to the park?”

“I don’t know what to wear to meet Charlie!”

Alex loudly laughed into the phone, rolling her eyes at her girlfriend.

“Y/N, we are going to the park. Wear whatever you want.”

“I need to make a good first impression! What I wear is park of making a good first impression.”

Y/N continued to look at her clothes, struggling to decide what to wear on her date that afternoon. The date that she would be meeting Charlie for the first time.

“She’s three.”

“Still a first impression.”

“She’s three,” Alex repeated.

“Shoes, those are the first things people notice,” Y/N continued as if Alex hadn’t said anything.

“She’s three, she is not going to notice your shoes.”

“Alex, this is serious! She is very important to you and you are very important to me, so that makes her important to me. And if this doesn’t go well, it will affect us, so it has to go well.”

Alex could hear the slight tremor in Y/N’s voice, she realized her girlfriend was being very serious about her concern over what to wear, had been thinking about this for some time most likely.

“Alright, first off, take a breath,” Alex waited until she heard Y/N let out a loud breath. “Second, I didn’t think panic could be cute, but here we are. Third, wear shorts you can run around in, wear one of your nerd shirts, and runners or your converse. Maybe bring a sweater.”

Alex heard her release another big breath and could almost picture her nodding along.

“They aren’t nerd shirts,” Y/N weakly protested, satisfied to finally have an idea of what she should wear that afternoon.

“Whatever you say babe, now get dressed, we are meeting in an hour.”

Y/N quickly put her discarded clothes away, pulling out exactly what Alex had suggested she wear. A loose pair of training shorts, her favourite ninja turtle t-shirt, and low top converse. Taking a hoodie to leave in her car just in case.

When Y/N got to the park, Alex and Charlie were fortunately the only people there. She got out of her car and approached them while Alex finished rubbing sunscreen on Charlie’s arms.

“Hey Y/N,” Alex smiled as she stood up.

Charlie stayed seated on the bench, watching her mom talk to this new person.

“Hey Al,” Y/N nervously fidgeted in place, glancing to the toddler on the bench.

“Charlie, this is moms girlfriend, Y/N,” Alex stepped to the side for the two to see each other better.

Charlie stood up on the bench, cocking her head to the side, staring at Y/N.

“Hey kiddo,” Y/N gave a small wiggle of her fingers to the girl, earning a smile.

Charlie was much like her mom, very social, and by no means shy. She clumsily climbed off the bench with Alex’s help and approached the newcomer.

“Turtles?” she pointed at Y/N’s shirt, both confused and excited by the picture of the cartoon turtles.

“You bet!” Y/N lit up and the opportunity to talk about the ninja turtles on her shirt. “This is Michelangelo.” Y/N knelt down, stretching her shirt out to start pointing out which turtle was which.

Charlie inched forward, tracing each cartoon on the shirt delicately as she learned their names, stumbling over the pronunciation of each.  

After finishing showing her each one, Y/N stood up and offered a hand to Charlie. “Ready to go play?”

Charlie ignored the hand but nodded and started running toward the play structure. Y/N quickly walking behind to keep up.

Alex watched on while the two ran around the play structure, Y/N easily lifting Charlie to pretend she was climbing something. Alex had known she had nothing to worry about the two meeting, but there had still be a small bit of doubt in the back of her mind that two might not get along. Y/N was a big kid at heart though, there was no way they wouldn’t get along.

Alex relaxed on the bench, smile growing each time she heard Charlie let out a sequel of excitement or the full laugh Y/N gave, smiles consuming both their faces as they played.

It wasn’t long before Y/N came over, carrying Charlie on her shoulder.

“So we talked about it,” Y/N tried to look serious, failing miserably with the toddler on her shoulder covering her eyes. “And we decided we were both very good and should get ice cream as a snack.”

Alex and Y/N had already talked about going for ice cream after the park, but if it helped Y/N and Charlie bond, Alex would go along with it.

“Oh you think so, huh?”

Alex burst out laughing as they both eagerly nodded together. She wasn’t going to stand a chance against these two together.

“Alright you goofs let’s go get ice cream,” Alex smiled at them.

Both let out cheers at the agreement, Y/N briefly releasing one of Charlies knees to reach for a high five.

Alex shook her head and began the walk towards the parking lot, Y/N and Charlie following behind. Charlie rambling about something, still perched on Y/N’s shoulders.

“It’s just down the street. Why don’t we grab our sweaters and walk over?” Y/N suggested.

Alex agreed, reaching to Charlie down with lots of protest.

“You can come back up after we both put our sweaters on, ok kiddo?” Y/N soothed the toddler.

Charlie nodded and allowed Alex to pull the sweater over her head while Y/N grabbed her own.

Y/N hardly had hers pulled on and Charlie was reaching up to be lifted again.

Both women laughed her excitement, but both internally glad at how quickly she had taken to Y/N.  

Y/N lifted the girl up, swinging her around to be placed back on her shoulders. And then they began the short walk to the ice cream cart down the street; Charlie babbling the entire way about everything, Y/N looking very focused as she listened on.

Alex felt the warmth throughout her body as she saw her future with this woman. Saw weekends like this all the time. Saw nights curled on the couch with all three of them. Saw Y/N teaching Charlie all about the cartoons and superhero movies she liked. She saw the future of her family right there.

At that moment, Y/N looked over at the feeling of being watched and Alex saw the same look reflected in her own eyes. Y/N gave her a big smile, dimples popping on both sides

Alex went ahead and ordered for everyone while Y/N and Charlie went to a table.

It didn’t take long for Charlie to be covered in ice cream after refusing any help to eat her ice cream from the dish. Her face, neck, hands and sweater all had more ice cream on than what she probably consumed.

Alex shook her head, pulling out a packet of wet ones to clean her daughter before their walk back. She hesitated to pull the sweater off. The sun had started to dip slightly, the wind picking up along with it. It wasn’t a long walk back, but for the three year old, it could be a cold one without a sweater. But it could be even colder with the dampness from the melted ice cream.

“She can have mine, it will be massive, but it’s better than nothing,” Y/N offered, returning from throwing out their trash.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be cold too.”

“I’m not weak like you California,” Y/N winked and pulled her sweater off.

Alex rolled her eyes and pulled the sticky sweater from her daughter, quickly replacing it with Y/N’s. The large sweater making the small girl look even smaller, but she loved it. Giggling happily as she swung the long sleeves around, hood covering her entire face. Alex gently pulled the hood of her face but left the long sleeves.

“Alright you, guess it’s bath time as soon as we get home,” Alex tickled her slightly before lifting her up.

Y/N was shocked when Charlie immediately reached out to her to be carried back. She didn’t hesitate before taking her though, the toddler immediately tucking her head into Y/N’s neck, tired from the afternoon of excitement.

“She’ll probably be asleep before we even get to the car,” Alex swooned seeing her daughter so comfortable in Y/N’s arms. She had been in those arms several times before; she knew how good it felt to be surrounded by them.

Alex was right, Charlie was asleep in minutes of the walk back. Y/N gently placed Charlie into the car seat to avoid waking her. Alex leaned in after to buckle her up.

“Thank you for today Alex,” Y/N said softly after the car door closed.

Alex cocked her head to the side, “for what? I should thank you; you were so amazing with her.”

“For trusting me to meet her and giving me to the opportunity be with both of you today.”

Alex didn’t say anything, just pulled Y/N in for a delicate kiss.

“Today went so much better than I could have imagined. She is absolutely in love with you,” Alex hesitated, fidgeted with the baby hairs at the base of her skull. “Just like me.”

“I love you too Alex,” Y/N gave her another kiss, “and I can’t wait to build a little family with you and Charlie.”

They shared another kiss, deeper this time, before Y/N abruptly pulled away.

“We need a dog!” her eyes lit up.

[neighborhood-houseplant]

Damian Wayne x Reader

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♡ Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

♡ Relationship Status: Dating

♡ Type: Fluff

♡ Requested: @yourcatcoffeeaddictfan

♡ Gender: Female Reader

♡ Prompt: "It's time to get up."

♡ Au: Normal Au

♡ Warnings: There's nothing sexual going on, but both Damian and the Reader are 18.

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The morning rays cracked through the gap in the curtains, shining on the two people lying in bed. Birds chirped, and flew around, beginning their days. Damian and (Y/n) lay in their bed, still fast asleep in a tangled mess of limbs. Subconsciously pulling (Y/n) closer to his shirtless frame, Damian lowly groaned as a buzzing noise filled the bedroom. Sighing in annoyance, the male attempted to turn off the noise.

Gently removing his arms from her waist, Damian rolled over and reached for his phone, charging on the bedside table, hastily turning off the alarm. Sighing, he ran his hands through his messy locks, attempting to somewhat fix his bedhead. His eyes trailed over towards (Y/n) who was still fast asleep, burrowing herself deeper into the blankets. 

Moving closer to her, Damian lightly shook her shoulder, a fond smile on his face. "Beloved, It's time to get up," he spoke, his voice a little raspy, having just woken up. However, only receiving a groan in response from the girl. Continuing to shake her shoulder, the girl finally turned towards him. Rubbing her eyes in an attempt to wake herself up a bit more. 

Lightly groaning, she looked at him with a quizzical expression. Smirking at her lightly, he spoke. "It's time to get out of bed." Letting out a playful and dramatic groan, she flopped herself back onto the mattress. Damian rolled his eyes, getting out of bed, lightly hissing when his feet hit the cold floors. Opening the bathroom door, he glanced back to (Y/n). 

Seeing her begin to go back underneath the covers, he spoke up. "Beloved, I'd better not find you in bed." Smiling in satisfaction as he watched her get out of bed, a very annoyed look on her. Entering the bathroom, she washed her face with cold water, hoping to wake herself up a bit more. "We're going over to Grayson's later." The male glanced at her, waiting for an answer. "Yeah, I know."

Walking back into the bedroom, (Y/n) opened the closet, pulling out one of Damian's turtle necks, some jeans, as well as her socks and undergarments. Quickly changing into the clothes, she rolled her shoulders to wake them up. "At least we get to skip training today," she mumbled, hoping Damian hadn't heard her. Arms wrapped around her waist as Damian rested his head on top of hers. 

"Unlikely." He spoke, having obviously heard her. His eyes trailed to the top she was wearing. "Beloved, why are you so insistent on taking my clothing?" Damian asked, "Do you want me to stop?" (Y/n) responded, glancing into his emerald green eyes. "No, you look ravishing in my clothing." He mumbled. Humming in response, (Y/n) finally took notice of the lack of a shirt on Damian. "You should get changed, Dami."

"I suppose." He mumbled, rummaging through the cupboard, pulling out his own clothes and shooing (Y/n) away, as she laughed, shutting the door behind her. Sliding down the railing, she hopped off, entering the kitchen to make breakfast for two of them and Titus. Washing her hands, she dried them and began to cook. First filling up Titus's food and water bowls. Deciding on just making the toast. Adding a few strawberries to both the plates, as well as some tea, since Damian wasn't the biggest fan of coffee.

Just as (Y/n) finished setting the table, and putting out Titus's food, Damian came downstairs, Titus following right behind him. Lightly kissing her temple, Damian sat down. "Thank you for making breakfast." He paused to take a sip of his tea. "It was delicious." (Y/n) grinned at him, silently thanking him for the compliment. 

After this, (Y/n) collected the plates and mugs. Damian offered to help with washing the dishes before they headed out. Scrubbing away at the dishes,  (Y/n) finally finished rinsing out the dishes, handing them to Damian who dried them off. Finally drying their hands, the two walked towards the front door, where their shoes were. 

Putting on their shoes, (Y/n) placed her hand on the doorknob, stopping as Damian piped up. "Beloved, I believe you are forgetting someone important." Turning around to look at him, with an irritated expression, she spoke. "We are not bringing Titus." Watching as Damain recoiled in horror. "And what is the reasoning for that." An equally irritated expression adorned his features. "We're only going to be gone for a few hours Damian, he'll be fine."

"And how would you possibly know that?" He glanced at her, awaiting a response. Rolling her eyes at him, (Y/n) grabbed her phone and keys and exited through the front door. Flabbergasted at the gesture action, Damian quickly petted Titus goodbye and grabbed his things before leaving and locking the door behind him.

(Y/n) was already in the car, in the passenger seat scrolling through her phone, and could do little to stop the small smirk that played its way onto her face when Damian finally got in the car. An annoyed scowl set on his face. Starting the car as the two pulled out onto the driveway, still very annoyed. "We could have taken Titus with us." He grumbled out when he realized that (Y/n) wasn't going to fall for his petty attitude. Gently placing her hand on the one he wasn't using, (Y/n) gently smiled at him. "Titus will be fine, we'll be back home soon anyway." 

Letting out a defeated sigh, Damian kept his eyes on the road, rubbing circles on (Y/n)'s palm as she was doing something uninteresting to him on her phone. She would occasionally look up from her phone when Damian pointed out something that had changed since the last time they'd come here. Soon, the neighborhood they pulled into became familiar. Making a final turn, Damian parked the car in Dick and Kori's driveway, turning off the engine but slightly frowning when he let go of (Y/n)'s hand.

Walking up to the front door, (Y/n) rung the doorbell, and not long after Kori opened the door. Pulling (Y/n) into a hug, Kori said gleefully. "(Y/n), it's been too long!" quietly laughing as she pulled back from the hug, as Kori turned to Damian. "Hello Damian." She smiled at him warmly as he waved uninterested. "So, where's Dick?" (Y/n) asked, peering over Kori's shoulder.

"I would also wish to know the whereabouts of Grayson." Damiam piped up. "I actually left him in the kitchen, he's making dinner." She spoke with a worried look on her face. A string if curses left the kitchen, which the three heard. Realization dawned on Kori's face, as she opened the door wider. "It's pretty cold outside, please come in." Thanking her, (Y/n) grabbed Damian's hand and dragged him into the house with her.

For the next few hours, Kori and (Y/n) engaged in conversations that were either beyond Damian's understanding, or his interest. For the most part, he was on his phone, reading something in Arabic but he was grateful that (Y/n) would try to involve him in their conversations, even if he was giving one word answers. Soon, Dick called them into the to eat, as the three sighed, finally happy to eat something.

Upon entering the dining room, the three glanced at the food that was spread out. Half of it looked over cooked, while the other half appeared to be undercooked. Kori and (Y/n) tried their best to be polite, thanking Dick for making the wonderful food, however this wasn't the case for Damian. "What is this rubbish?" As he glared at the food in complete disgust. "The only thing that doesn't look burnt is the salad." He crossed his arms.

Delivering a swift kick to his shin from underneath the table, (Y/n) interrupted him. "It looks lovely Dick, thank you for making the food." Glaring at Damian. From there, Kori and (Y/n) forced down the food, as to not hurt Dick's feelings. Whereas Damian completely refused to eat anything. When the food was finished, the four were ingaging in some light conversation.

"So (Y/n)," Dick began, as (Y/n) glanced at him, awaiting his question. "Can you cook?" He asked. "I guess so, not anything too complicated though." She quietly laughed when Damian rolled his eyes and spoke up. "You give yourself too little credit, Beloved. I'm sure you could cook much better than Grayson and Kori" Watching as Kori feigned mock offense, however Dick was quiet the opposite.

"Well, I bet Kori is much better than (Y/n) at a lot of things," he narrowed his eyes in Damian's direction. "Do you wish to name those things?" Damian glared back with just as much intensity. "Yes, just take how strong Kori is." Dick said gesturing to his girlfriend, as Damian scoffed at him. "My Beloved could rival Kori's strength effortlessly." "But she can't fly can she?" Dick responded, adding fuel to the fire.

Both Kori and (Y/n) both made uncomfortable eye contact, watching the two males argue back and forth. Kori gestured for them to slip away, as they both got up but Dick and Damian were too invested in their argument that the two didn't notice. Back in the living room, the two females sat there in silence for a moment before bursting out into fits of giggles and laughter. As their laughter died down, (Y/n) spoke up.

"I'm really sorry about Damian." As Kori shook her hand in dismissal. "Its alright, Dick is just as bad." As (Y/n) nodded in response. The two decided to play a game of card to pass the time. Roughly an hour in, Damian came in and looked around the room. Once he'd spotted (Y/n) he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the house. "We're leaving, I refuse to be around to Grayson's utter stupidity." Quickly waving goodbye to Kori, she let Damian drag her into the car.

"You seem mad, huh?" (Y/n) stated in a teasing tone of voice. Rolling his eyes and refusing to look at her, Damian continued to drive. Once again grabbing the hand that he wasn't using, (Y/n) began to trace small shapes on his knuckles with her fingers. It was a silent attempt to calm him down, which more often than not, worked. Letting out a sigh, Damian spoke. "Thank you." Humming in response, (Y/n) continued to play with his fingers.

At something during the car ride, (Y/n) stopped tracing shapes on Damian's hand, he turned to glance at her, smiling in content as he noticed that she'd fallen asleep. He was thankful to have her, even if he didn't often show it. That was the exact reason he'd fired up when Dick tried to compare her to Kori. It was nights like this, he was grateful he could experience.

"Good night, Beloved."

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How was that? I hope you liked it!

- Pinky

[well-its-not-human-anymore]

Hi Hi!!!! So I've been following your account for a little while now and I love every single comedy bomb you drop on what you write so I was wondering....

How would the boys react to their S/O who is usually reserved when at the lair, doing a full 180 when at April's? Like they could be April's roommate or something?....

Like crackhead energy, dishing out memes and vines and literally having a duel with Casey about leftovers in the fridge?... Yeah I know it's very specific 💀

I don't know.....the idea just popped into my head but I lack the creativity and comedy skills for that...so I was wondering if you could do something with this?.....

It's totally fine, if not 😁😁

This is... 100% me. I love this and I'm gonna pour my soul into it. Also I have started mentally referring to these as comedy bombs and I refuse to stop.

Also, I hope you don't mind that I wrote these in oneshot form instead of bullet points. It just made more sense for my brain.

TMNT Oneshots

The boys with a partner whose reserved at the lair but an absolute crack gremlin at home 🤣

Donatello

Donnie may have been a man of science, all logic and facts and numbers and things. But he absolutely believed that everyone had three separate faces, you were direct proof of that theory. While the purple terrapin had known you for nearly a year you’d only started dating a month ago and it shocked him that he was still uncovering new things about you. He loved it, sure, but it had a tendency to give him figurative whiplash.

He’d always known you to be calm and collected, maybe even a bit shy. He swore you’d explode if more than one person tried to talk to you at the same time. So it wasn’t an over exaggeration for him to say that your behavior at home nearly made him break his neck.

He was only there to help April fix a bug in her laptop and to confirm your next date, he was excited to see you since you’d had no contact in person for a week because of your schedules. Just lots of phone calls and exchanged text messages. You both missed each other like crazy and your roommate had neglected to inform you that your boyfriend was coming over.

Hers was already there and he was driving you up the wall, you’d never actually thought about committing a murder but Casey was pushing you very close to the edge of snapping. And he might as well have crane-kicked you off your cliff of patience and into the rushing river of “you little fucking shit I’m gonna piss on your grave” below. You hadn’t even heard Donnie come in through the window much less his conversation with April over her computer.

All you knew was that Casey had come parading into your room like a tyrant eating the leftovers in the fridge that you had specifically put your name on. That did it. Your eyes had skimmed over the top of your textbook to meet the asshole in front of you.

“Casey?”

He couldn’t speak through the mouthful he was trying to chew and grunted in pathetic response.

“Is that my cheeseburger?”

You’d never seen a living person imitate a pug’s facial structure so well, the man’s eyes bugged out of his head and he tossed the takeout box on your desk before turning and bolting out of your room. You followed about two steps behind with a bottle of shampoo in your hand. No, you weren’t entirely sure where you’d grabbed it from, all you knew was that it was your weapon. And it quickly became a very messy problem when it missed your target (Casey’s head) and slammed into the wall, exploding on impact.

You didn’t think you’d thrown it that hard.

“April April help help help helpppppppppppppp-'' The two on the couch had looked up during the chase throughout the apartment, Donnie was mostly curious at what Casey was screaming about. Not a lot usually made the guy make that noise. He was then distracted by April grabbing the laptop and passing it to him, she then clambered over his legs to sit behind him.

“YOU UGLY ASS CROISSANT! FUCKING PANINI HEAD- IT HAD MY NAME ON IT YOU DAFT AVACADO!”

Your boyfriend almost went vertical upon watching you tackle Casey to the floor and knee him in the groin. You shook the terrified man under you and slammed him a little harder into the rug.

“Touch my shit again and I’m gonna make the beaches of Normandy look like a goddamn family vacation.”

Then you climbed off of him and stood, brushing your disheveled t-shirt off with a huff. Donnie caught your attention and you raised your head to grin excitedly at him.

“Hi Dove! April didn’t tell me you were coming over,” you practically skipped over to the couch to peck him on the cheek, “I missed ya, are we still on for Saturday?”

He nodded in complete shock, his gaze flitting from you to Casey, who was still wheezing on the floor and clutching his dick.

“Uhhh yeah! Yeah, yep, Still good for Saturday. Uhm, completely unrelated question, where the hell did you learn to grapple like that?”

You shrugged absentmindedly, already walking to the hall closet to grab cleaning supplies for the puddle of shampoo in the walkway.

“Just kinda picked it up I guess? I’ve watched you guys train enough.”

Leonardo

See, Leo had always known that you were hiding something from him. Be it your true personality or some deep dark secret. He wasn’t really in a rush to find out, you’d tell him when you were ready. The leader enjoyed your quiet disposition anyways, you gave good advice and liked to meditate with him, what more could he ask for? What more could he want?

Well, maybe if you got along better with his family, although he supposed that wasn’t your fault, you always had been a bit shy. Even six months into your relationship with him, Leo only hoped that you’d warm up to his brothers eventually. You seemed to do alright with Splinter, that was a plus for the situation. It wasn’t that you were mean or impolite to the others, you were just… avoidant. Distant, quiet, whatever word you wanted to use. You just didn’t seem comfortable at the lair.

He was excited that April had asked to host a game night though, maybe you’d come out of your shell (haha, see what I did there?) and socialize, even for a little bit. They’d all shown up a few minutes early to make sure April didn’t need help with anything, she’d assured them that everything was handled and made sure to inform Leo that you would be back shortly with Casey from your snack run. Mikey had joked that you’d ditched the get together to avoid them but they all knew it ran the possibility of not being a joke.

You unlocked the door and held it open so Casey could get inside without tripping himself before entering yourself and kicking your shoes off. Leo looked up to meet your eyes and you sent him a wild grin, your entire face lit up with amusement.

“Hi babes! Are you ready to get your ass kicked at Monopoly?”

All the poor turtle could do was nod.

“Good. I did grab drinks by the way, April there should be a mixer in the cooler bag, Donnie there’s some of that lemon lime stuff that you said you wanted to try, Mikey, orange crush as usual, Raph I tried to go for Dr. Pepper but they were out so I figured that root beer was a safe second. And Leo they had a new boba flavor that you haven’t had yet so I grabbed one. If you don’t like it then you can have mine, I just have the peach royal.”

Beverages were tossed and they were lucky that their surprise didn’t throw off their catching skills. You and April shared a quick word in the kitchen as you took your coat off and ran a hand through your hair.

After some arguments team captains were decided and Donnie nearly had a heart attack when you picked him instead of Leo or either of your friends. He even went so far as to point at himself to make sure you weren’t joking. You declared that while you loved your boyfriend his morals were too strong to be competitive, Donnie’s were not, he said so himself.

They were all surprised that you’d remembered that conversation.

It wasn’t until halfway through the game that things started getting heated, you and Mikey were nearly jumping across the table at each other. And it visibly took all of your strength to not burst out laughing when he started yelling.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS IS CHEATING! YOU'RE CHEATING! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE!"

April and Casey were snorting into their arms as you got to your feet and walked towards the kitchen, making a poor attempt at climbing the appliance.

"THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!"

Raphael

Raph had always been under the impression that you were never really 100% yourself around him, he knew for a fact that you weren’t when you stayed over. He’d never seen someone so aggressively avoid someone, except himself of course. You were his partner of almost a year and it seemed like you were never going to let your true self shine. However you did seem to lighten up when you were alone with him, he supposed that was normal, but you may as well have been a pair of old earbuds that only work when you held them a certain way at the lair.

He honestly hadn’t expected that to change tonight, not given the text that Casey had sent him informing him of April’s recent breakup with whatever guy she’d been dating. So when he climbed in through the window and saw both you and Casey sitting on the floor in front of the bathroom he really didn’t think that the words out of your mouth would be-

“April you’ve got another twenty minutes of this then I’m ripping the door off the hinges!”

Casey shot you a look and you shrugged nonchalantly before getting to your feet and walking over to your confused boyfriend.

“Hey, sorry about this. Casey only texted you as a last resort if he needed someone to stop me from tearing the door off.”

Raph found that peculiar, “Uh, couldn’t he do it himself?”

The man in question looked up from his spot on the floor.

“Nah dude, they’re crazy. Last time I tried stopping them from doing something they nearly knocked my damn tooth out while screaming, and I quote, “If you put your hands on me I’m gonna fucking rip your face off” and quite frankly I don’t have the balls to test that.”

“No no dude, that’s valid. I wouldn’t either. Babe, why are you so-”

You raised an eyebrow at him over a glass of water, “Violent? I’m not Raph. These two just have little bitch feelings.”

He found it hard not to laugh at that and fifteen minutes later when you left his side to approach the door again it sent him reeling.

“This shit’s temporary April. You’ve got nice teeth and a fat ass, stuff your feelings down!”

Michelangelo

There would never be a time where Mikey wasn’t a prankster with you, it was just simply non-negotiable. You were cool with that and he was aware, he was also aware that no pranks were to be pulled at the lair. So he’d reign it in while you visited, just for a short while. But you’d never said anything about the apartment and Mikey was a creature of opportunity.

Unfortunately Leo talked him out of it and forced him not to pull anything while they visited. The leader was already on edge so when he walked in with the others following closely behind you were the first person to see him. Your eyes caught Mikey’s instantly and you might as well have been telepathic at that moment. But you took one look at Leo’s solid, angry face and seized your moment.

They weren’t at all ready for the scream.

“GET YOUR FUCKIN’ DOG BITCH!”

And they also weren’t ready for Mikey’s response of, “It don’t bite.”

And Leo was not ready for the pillow that got whipped at his face at incredibly high speed.

“YES IT DO-”

So when Leo finally realized that they were yelling at him his mood did not improve at all and in fact declined sharply into a pit of “oh fuck”. And that was how you ended up on Mikey’s shoulder getting dragged away from any sort of repercussion for your actions.

These got a little short near the end but I hope you like 'em and I hope I was able to capture what you had in mind! 😁

-Mars 🌠

[moxfirefly]

Okay okay okay I have something. You are so good at writing tmnt so here it goes. What about... Make up sex? ;) I imagine how there has been a huge fight with their girl. So much so that the turtles thought it would lead to breakup. But the SO returns and it ultimately leads to some angsty action. Of course you can imagine it however you want too! Make up your own reasons if need be!!

As somebody who breathes angst this is truly fun. You didn’t specify a turt lad so I hope you don’t mind me choosing and going from there. Just cause I’m intrigued ima go with my orange boi.

TW: Angst/Feels/Arguments

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

His hands hurt so much. When you ball your fists for too long the tendons tend to protest, the digging of nails into palms stings.

Mikey doesn’t like how loud his head feels right now. He sits against the wall closest to his tv, your scent is surrounding him and it only serves to make him more frustrated and gutted. The two of you have never gone past discussion into full blow arguing. He doesn’t like to fight with you, he does enough fighting on a nightly bases anyways.

But you got stubborn and he got selfish. Voices got raised, things were said and each one got hurt. He knows he can’t keep you glued to his shell forever, he’s had to learn the hard way, that there’s a life above that you inhabit and people around he’ll never truly meet. He knows every detail about your home life, knows your mother’s maiden name, how your aunt likes to get drunk at the family reunions and spill gossip. He knows your childhood home’s street name, the first guy you kissed, the first girl you kissed. Every aspect of your life you have told him in confidence, in laughter, in tears.

But Mikey is never gonna be part of it. He can’t really meet your dad and have that ‘if you break her heart I’ll break your legs’ talk. He won’t bond with your mom over their mutual love of cooking and secretly become her confidant. Knowing all these people but never truly knowing them is something he accepts.

It’s you leaving for three months back home. Three months away from him, three months where you’ll be surrounded by nostalgia you miss and love. Where your family will ask about ‘any boyfriends?’ and you’ll have to fake laugh your way through it. Three months of you being amongst people you constantly miss.

Surrounded by normalcy.

And Mikey wanted to be happy for you, he wanted to say fuck it and face time you every morning and night, watch you be happy to be in your hometown and maybe even get a virtual tour of it...

But that little dark part in his brain calls him a freak and reminds him constantly that you’ll get tired of surrounding yourself in craziness, monsters, end of the world scenarios etc. It just can’t seem to allow him to be happy for you. So the entire thing had ended in a fight, where dumb regretful things had been spat and you had marched off pissed and he had remained here equally pissed.

His brothers think he doesn’t get mad, they think he holds himself together through sheer ignorant bliss but it’s never been the case. Cause you’ve seen fire in his pretty blue eyes, you’ve seen those same very pretty blue eyes turn red with tear, you’ve seen so much of what he hides behind his laughter.

And fuck, three months of you away?!

Mikey pushes his knees up against his chest and sighs. His phone hasn’t made a noise despite his efforts to try and call you after he has calmed down. He debated going to your house and apologizing or at least going for a more calmer approach in expressing why this had left him so triggered. He wants to make sure this hasn’t pushed you both to your end, another nagging little thought that hasn’t quite shut its mouth.

Had this been the end? Had you walked out in a fury of frustration and decided this is it? Would you seize all communication and just erase the memories of him and your time together?

He’s hurting himself, he’s also getting angrier. This is stupid, he’s been stupid and immature and so are you for walking off!

It’s two hours before he decides to get up and toss his phone and try to consume his surrounding in order to relax. Mind over matter and all it’s wonderful bullshit. He doesn’t want to leave his room cause he knows the others must’ve heard.

He’s four hours deep into a shooting game when Raph pokes his head in with some food. He doesn’t look up, cause he knows Raph wants to be a good big brother and talk to him but he doesn’t want to when he’s one unfortunate mishandling away from crying. He lets him sit with him, watch him play and run a little bit of commentary that actually makes him smile just a teeny bit.

Even when Raph gets up and runs a large mitt over his head and tells him ‘broads are just emotional, she’ll come around’ he tries his best to not let his eyes betray him. Even when Raph gives the top of his head a kiss and pats his shell, he tries his best to keep it together.

It’s around 4am when he decides to look for his phone, chucked somewhere near his bed and maybe not broken. He finds it under his bed, screen a little cracked and one text message reading ‘r u awake?’ By you, it was sent twenty minutes ago and somewhere between debating calling or texting he hears the curtain in his room move.

You’re there.

Face two parts unreadable and a good topping of frustrated. Your face is bare, a mixture of sleepwear and winter clothing that clearly shows you had tried to sleep it off but couldn’t. “I just saw this... sorry” Mikey wonders if that sorry is related to the unread text or more so this mess. You look away, the energy around you can be felt. That upset way you bite the inside of your lip, how you cross your arms and run through every possible way of starting your side of things to say.

“Why are you really mad about me going back home?” You can’t meet his gaze and Mikey is thankful because he feels an oncoming headache. “I dunno man...” He sets his phone on his makeshift night table and runs his hands through his face, mask being taken off with the motion.

“That’s not an answer, you’re mad about something and I want to know” This time you do look and Mikey’s playing with the shoe string on one of the sneakers that hangs from the bunk bed. He chooses to stay quiet because if he does say something, what are the chances that you’ll understand?

“Mike, talk to me” He huffs a bitter laugh, ‘Mike’ is the he’s in trouble name. But he feels more obstinate than ever because why talk?

He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet. “I didn’t come back in the freezing cold to actually work through this if you aren’t going to throw me a bone at least-” Your tone is a mix of exasperation and sadness. “You go back and you forget about me” Mikey cuts through.

You furrow your brows at his statement. “What?” You take a few steps but he side steps you and that somehow cuts you. “You go back home and you realize it’s better to be in a normal environment that isn’t New York, in the sewers, with me-“ He motions to all of him. “And all the crazy shit we do” He glares, not necessarily at you but more so at all of this, the current state of affairs.

Running a frustrated hand through your hair you try to settle your thoughts. “You can’t jump to a conclusion like that and you know it, I’m not skulking off back home and ghosting you! And frankly it fucking hurts you think of me like that” You reach for him because Mikey can’t be still for five seconds if his life depended on it, but he grabs your hands and refuses to let you lull him with your touch. “It’s not a conclusion it’s a friggin possibility! Do you see us actually being endgame in all this shit!” He grips your wrists, you want to get through to him but he’s lost in that terrible negative mindset.

“We both aren’t mind readers! But trust me that leaving you is nowhere on my list of achievements” You manage out of his grip and grasp his face. “You are being unfair and stubborn as fuck but I love you okay?” Your voice sounds almost angry, angry at the very idea of living in a world where you and him don’t coexist together.

“I can’t even marry you! I can’t even knock you up!” Another bitter laugh escapes him, he knows your parents would die for some grandkids. Why is he so different, why does he have to be so fucking different he wonders bitterly.

“I don’t care, I don’t fucking care about a piece of paper or screaming babies, I care about you and I want you and I’m fucking happy with you stop sabotaging it” You press your hands to his hard plastron and scowl. “Stop lying to me then! Don’t pity lie at me when I know you want all that shit” He frowns, eyes watery and not caring if he wakes everybody up in the Lair.

Mikey’s ready for the rant of a life time but then you have to go and kiss him.

Kiss him hard, kiss him with rage bubbling on the skin of your lips. He can taste your words, taste every way you would’ve shut down his words with basic truth and facts. You pull away, forehead still pressed to his and you mutter against his lips. “You’re so fucking insufferable, shut up and listen to me” Your eyes are watery as is, hands at his neck to keep him at eye level.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much” You take a shuttering inhale, fingers skimming up towards his cheeks. Mikey can only watch you, take in every detail he’s been obsessed with for so long. You’re so beautiful to him, even when your angry crying, yelling at him to open his eyes. You’re warm and real in front of him, against his body. You watch his eyes go from that calm before the storm into the aftermath.

He’s so real to you, so lovely and he doesn’t seem to understand it.

There’s a pause. A mere ten second reprieve where only silence and breathing remain. Mikey feels your hands slowly slide down his body, nails scratching his sides. You keep your eyes on him, a hand slides into his shorts, index finger mapping out the slit that encompasses his most intimate part. Mikey shudders, sensitivity racking his body at your touch. He walks you up against a wall, a hand on your neck and another finding it’s way into your own pants.

He teases you, just as you tease him. Knees buckle when he pushes your lips apart and feels your moistening folds. There’s already a bump where your touching him and the way he’s tensing gives way to how he’s trying to hold himself in. “Come on, come on” You weren’t aware just how hard you’ve been breathing till you speak. Mikey’s mouths falls open, eyes closing as he drops down into your warm awaiting hand. You stroke him, teasing the flesh of his head just to make him buck and recapture your lips. His own finger finds its way in you, stretching and making your breath hitch.

The only reason you both pull away is to tear at one another’s clothes, an easy accomplishment when Mikey’s got just his shorts. He isn’t soft with your clothing either, yanking and nearly tearing, his on his knees pulling off your underwear. Your scent hits him and he’s gone, trapped in all that is you. He inhales sharply as he gets back on his feet, arms hooking under your thighs as he picks you up.

You both land on the bed, a huff escaping you and a grunt when Mikey feels you push him so you can straddle him. You don’t quite finesse this, it’s not your usual seductive ways that leave him a mess. It’s rough, there’s still frustration lingering in the air and Mikey’s okay with it because he knows he might go to rough if he runs the show.

So you do.

Sinking down on his hard cock with a long guttural moan. Mikey digs his fingers onto the plush skin of your bottom, just enough to make you sit on his cock and relish it. Eyes closed he just basks, the tightness, the wetness, the warmth. His eyes flutter open when he feels your palms on his plastron, firm and with purpose. His hands know already, they go up and rest on your waist and he swallows a churr when your hips begin to move fast and hard.

That rhythmic slapping of flesh, your rear hitting his lap on each thrust down. Mikey can’t stop churring, eyes on your own or slipping down to your beautiful breasts bouncing. You notice and lean forward, he buries his face between him, arm going around your waist as he lifts his hips to help you cross that line. The sweat of your skin is on the top of his tongue as he sucks a bruise onto your breast, you’re tightening up so much, cussing and begging for him.

You both can’t stop moaning, once you’re cummin and Mikey follows closely behind. He holds you close to him as you ride out the sensations, tightly secured against his strong body, held and loved. You’re a broken record of ‘I love you’s and so is he, filling you up and up.

Collapsed on top of him, chest heaving, you still feel the strength in his arms as he hugs you to him. You bury your face on his neck, body shaking with sobs as he whispers he’s sorry over and over as he kisses your shoulder, neck and head.

You say it too, against his skin.

Where you wish you could stay everyday.