#mike idv x reader

[scenesniper]

Can I rq some nsfw mike morton hcs? Thank u!! 💕

☆ mike morton ; general sfw & nsfw headcanons

pairing / mike morton x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / kinkwear, strap-ons, mentions of roleplay, food play

word count / 1,369 words

author's note / i went a bit overboard while writing up the draft of this so i included the sfw headcanons (he's my main in identity v so i was super happy to get this request, thank you anon.). this man is KINKY. he'll be the type to go "zoo wee mama!" when you take off your top and i'm a adamant believer of that.

SFW

☆ mike morton, with his impressive set of skills showcasing for all to see. everyone can agree his ability of an acrobat is far too overqualified as each show, there is always a different sort of opening act that mike produced. and yet, that is all there is to him people would say. as the true star, sergei, the backbone of the circus. and with this information that everyone knows all too well, there comes insecurity.

☆ mike is an insecure man, despite not showing it. even he refuses to acknowledge that fact that really, every fiber of his being is burning with jealousy and the fear of abandonment. he will do anything to keep his stability and position at the circus.

☆ that doesn’t mean mike isn’t naturally a lively, bright faced man. in fact, that personality of his is why many can agree he’s very easy to talk to, very outgoing. someone who’d always include you in the conversation if he notices you straying to the side. he is one to be around, but many are hesitant to get close to him. after all, a friend to all is a friend to none.

☆ getting to know him was quite easy. he’s practically an open book and is not one to hide his insecurities. after all, he’s always scrambling for ideas on how to liven up this performance. whether it be adding explosive balls on stage and experimenting with nitrate bombs, anything dangerous to keep his place of an acrobat.

☆ you caught his attention while attending one of his performances, you, all the way up in the front with your eyes all on him. he could feel that intentive gaze and was flustered by your stare, causing him to nearly mess up on his performance and almost caused an explosion with the bomb he was juggling with.

☆ you’ll see him chasing after you after the after party of the show, with his hand waving for you. “please! a moment of your time!”

☆ after that, he would frequently visit you in town. always talking about his day before asking you of your own, getting lost in the tiniest of the smallest details to tell you of, filled with lots of jokes. just to see your lips curl into a smile or even a laugh from you that he values. those quips would turn into flirtatious comments to an invitation for a date.

☆ he’s an affectionate man and loves any form of physical touch from you and all types of kisses that you present to him. he’d always surprise you with his sudden kisses, whether it be neck kisses, nape kisses, or even your ear. he especially loves it when you kiss his cauliflower ears, something he’s been very insecure about after an accident in producing one of his props. he’s such a dork he once tried to spiderman kiss you as you try to find him in his dressing room, completely catching you off guard and him failing as he immediately lost balance and fell.

☆ mike is fairly muscular. even if you aren’t on the strong side, he'll love to sit on your lap, staring down on you and his hands wrapped around your shoulders as he whines and babbles on about just everything. “i missed you so much oh my god you have no idea what happened today.”

NSFW

☆ mike morton, who’d perform to the crowd with his compelling acts but behind the stage, he’s imagining ravaging you after the show.

☆ the entire time is full of him poking fun and teasing you. you’ll be taking off your clothes and he’ll be laying down, whistling. “yoohoo, hey handsome! damn, that bodyyyyy!” in other instances, when he’s desperate for skinship, he’ll be hurriedly taking off your clothes whilst still admiring. “you’re such a cute birdie.”

☆ he just loves to destroy the mood with his big mouth, doesn’t he? (it’s all in good fun, swear) he loves to tease you with not only his words, but his actions. he’ll be blowing hot breath on your ear, just to see your cute little shiver, drawing circles on your clit. beg him to taste you, put it in, do anything to you. as long as you beg him. he loves to feel and be wanted, especially from you.

☆ mike has a length of 6 and a half or so inches, his width a pretty substantial amount. he’s not a very a p and v type of guy, he’ll prefer other methods of pleasuring. overstimulating one area, having you sucking down on him or giving you oral. he loves to just taste.

☆ he’ll be the type to be very verbal in bed, he has no shame at all. he’ll be moaning and groaning so many types of phrases, slurring out his words. “oooohhhhh yesss bbabyyyyyy.”

☆ giving him head, he loves when you hollow out your cheeks. he’ll be pulling your head, leading your head on where to go. even in instances, he’ll be so lost in it, tears are brimming this lashes and he’ll be pushing your head to the point he’s choking you with his cock.

☆ while he’s down on you, praise him on how well he did on stage today. tell him how you couldn’t keep your eyes off him, how creative and funny he is. how nobody will ever make you feel this good but him. scrunch up his curls and don’t be shy to be verbal, he loves any sort of validation to know that he’s pleasuring you well.

☆ he’s very sexually expressive in bed and loves to experiment, which can range from strap-ons, roleplay, and food play. he’s very open minded and always open to new ideas coming from you, he’ll love to fulfill it!

☆ speaking of kinkwear, he loves to stiletto heel boots with lingerie and loves it especially when you wear lingerie was well. just the sight of you in leather and lace and him all dressed up for you, it’s almost like you’re preparing for a performance with him.

☆ adding on to food play, he loves to fill your entire body (especially your nipples and bottom) of cream and to just suck and lick you alive. he swears you’re already so sweet but to taste all his sweets altogether, he loves it. he’d make cute little swirls on your nipples of cream, lapping it like a dog. "oh boy! what are we having! carrot cake? strawberry shortcake? COTTON CANDY?”

☆ he loves straps-on, even making one for you to wear to sink him in. just the fact that you can fulfill him with all and any types of love makes him emotional.

☆ mike is an extremely emotional man, driven by his feelings. he loves to go fast but he’s an equal sucker for a slower pace, to ravish this beautiful time together with you.

☆ aftercare with him would be bathing together, your bodies pressing together. just to feel the warm water and your warmth, he simply just wants to be held by you. he’s so safe that truly, he doesn’t want to entertain the idea of this ever ending.

☆ he doesn’t particularly clean up after, in fact, after finishing your guys’ shower, he’ll urge you back in bed with him (the sheets all soaked with cum). he’ll fall asleep with his hands around your waist, his head buried on your chest. he wants to be enveloped by you, to know everything is alive. that you’re alive and everything is real.

☆ waking up, you’ll always see him still asleep. in reality, most of the time he wakes up much later than you but far too comfortable to want to get up. he’s a man child like that. you’ll always find his arm to be draped over your waist in a tight hold, he’s far too content to get up to go to morning practice.

☆ mike morton, as everyone says, is a magnificent acrobat. too overqualified but too in love with hullabaloo. he is an impressive man with the possibility of being thrown away at any given moment. he will do anything to stay important to you.

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

Part 2

[funkynumaki]

Identity V fingering headcanon (PT.1 (?))

Characters included; Luca Balsa, Andrew Kreiss, Mike Morton, Victor Grantz

A/N: this is my first post + my first time writing smut so I apologize if it's not the best!

Warning: fingering (g), praise (r, g), dacryphilia on Andrew and Victor's!, dom!reader x sub!characters

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|| Luca Balsa

- when you first brought it up he'd be surprise, but he's thrilled to try it out.

- the first time, he'd fidget a lot trying to get used to the feeling of your fingers inside him but when he's comfortable enough he's really into it.

- he wouldn't even hide his noises, it really shows how much he enjoys it.

- "are you sure you're okay with this?" You ask, still a bit uncertain. Giving him a chance to back down if he's uncomfortable with it. But, instead Luca nod looking at your lube covered fingers as it line itself on his hole. ".. Yeah.. Go on" He said, already out of breath. You nod at his approval, your finger find themselves sliding inside his hole. You could almost immediately feel him clench around you as his grip tightened. "F-fuck-..." He let out a small moan at the feeling trying to get used to it. He leaned his head to the crook of your neck, his dick throb at the sensation of being filled by your fingers. "Did it hurt?" You ask, willingly to stop if the pain is unbearable for him. Your fingers stopping their movement inside him. "Yeah.. A bit.. Don't stop. Please.." He whine when he feel your movement stopping inside him which followed by your smile of relief that you didn't hurt him. Your fingers pick up its pace again with each passing second he grow more and more comfortable with having your fingers inside of him. Starting to let out louder breathy moan as he lean in to get more contact with you.

"O-ohh fuck-! Please.. S'fuckin-good-..!"

|| Andrew Kreiss

- would be very hesitant, so getting him comfortable enough to agree will need a trustful relationship.

- he's so sensitive, he has no experience with any intimate moment so it's best if you start slow with him.

- the first time he feel your finger inside him, he's already shaking from pleasure. Moaning and whimpering your name while at the same time trying to covered his mouth to prevent himself from making noise.

- "a-ahh... Ple-ase-.." He whine as your finger continues to thrust in and out of his hole. Your movement is still slow and gentle, as he hide his face on the crook of your neck. Trying to mask the noises that's about to fall from his lips. "Please what, love? I want to hear you say it.." You cooe in his ear, your tone can be heard as a need for him to just tell you his desire that he's been trying to mask. Andrew's dick twitch as he feel your finger slowly starting to thrust a bit faster. "I- need y-you.. Please... Ne-need you s'bad..!" He begged feeling you fasting up your movement. His head fall back as he let out a soft cry. "Does it make you feel good, love?" You smirk feeling him clench around your fingers not wanting to lose contact to it. "Use your words" You whisper in his ear, reminding him.

"Y-yes... Love it-love it s'much--! Please... I-i need it-"

|| Mike Morton

- he was actually the one who brought it up, mostly because he had been edging in his seat to ask you to try it with him since forever. Which of course, you agree.

- feeling your finger inside him, he'd let out a choked moan. He was expecting it to feel good, but not this good.

- would buck his hips to get more sensation of your finger inside him.

- "oh shit..-" Mike let out a choked moan as he throw his head back, your finger sliding in and out of his hole in a faster pace than before. "You enjoy this way more than I expect you to" You whisper in his ear, loving his reaction. Mike mosn loud as he lean in closer to you, his teeth sinking on your skin. His body shake from the pleasure. "S'good-! Fu.. Ck-! Please-please-!m-more-nh" He whine out, bucking his hips lower to get more friction from your finger, watching his desperate plead you chuckle. Mike lean in closer to you wrapping his hand around your shoulder as he nip your neck. His mind too clouded to form an actual sentence. You smile fasting up your pace, your finger brushing against his prostate "Beg more then, love" You cooe softly.

"Please-pl-ngh-ease.. -! Want you s'bad--! S'good-..!a-ahh--"

|| Victor Grantz

- he was surprised when you ask him to try it, but there's almost nothing Victor wouldn't do for you.

- he's eager to please you, so when you decide to change up a notch and please him he was taken a back, but he'll do it as long as it makes you happy.

- he wasn't expecting what he just feel being fingered by you, the way his mind starts to get numb. And how it felt so good he can't even registered it for a moment.

- "aww.. Look at how adorable you are like that, f'me?" You cooe, trailing kisses on Victor's neck to his collarbone. If it was possible, there would be small hearts flying on top of his head, he was at pure bliss. "S'good... I-ilove-yo-mu.. Ahh--! Ch!" He cries out, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as your finger thrust deeper. "Be a good boy for me and tell me how much I'm pleasing you, right now, why don't'cha?" You grin, nipping on his neck, leaving some love marks on his neck. His head thrown back, as he arch his back when your finger brush against his prostate. "S'good.. Please-- L-love.. You-so mu-angh--!" You chuckle at his attempt at forming a sentence. Teasing him even more you lean in closer to his ear. "What's that? I don't bear you the first time, love"

"Ple-ahh-! It's s'good.. -you're s'good--! I-loveyou.. so-mahh-uch...--!"

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request are open!

[imperfectrotting]

Being stuck under the bed - NSFW

Characters: Mike, Norton, Naib, Luca, Victor and Andrew.

Contains: Suggestive Themes

Mike Morton

He knocks on your door at a rapid pace before barging in, calling out your name in a singing voice. He's confused when he doesn't immediately find you sitting on your bed. Rather, he finds your legs and behind sticking out underneath the bed. He approaches you with a twirl, and you don't even need to see his face to know that he's smirking. "Oh my, oh my! This is quite a surprising sight to stumble upon! Though i don't know if i do want to help you.." his voice wanders off as he stares at your wiggling ass, trying to get out.

He kneels down and grabs one cheek of your ass with one hand, while placing his other on your back, tracing the tips of his fingers to the rim of your pants, taking them off teasingly slow. "I'll take this as a reward for all the hard work that i've put into my shows, darling~" As his voice drops, with a husky tone in your ear, you know just what kind of trouble awaits you.

Norton Campbell

He knocks two times before entering your room. His eyes scan around the room for you, to have no luck. He's about to turn around and close the door when he hears some odd shuffling sound. His eyes turn towards your bed, where he finds you stuck. "Norton, is that you? Can you please help me out?" He walks towards you and looms over your figure, debating on what he should do.

He thinks back to the previous matches, where you absolutely teased the hell out of him, and led the hunter to him so he couldn't do anything to you during the match. But now it seems that luck isn't on your side anymore.

"Norton, why did you unzip your pants!? Norton!!?"

Naib Subedar

Naib quietly entered your room, expecting for you to be asleep, but instead he saw your ass sticking out from underneath the bed. He first let out a confused sigh before kneeling down, the slight blush on his face luckily not being visible in the dark.

"You.. how did you even.." he said quietly, his voice barely audible as a whisper. "Well.. what if i said i was stuck like this on purpose, just for you?" Something switched in his brain when he heard the flirty tone in your voice. You could hear his breathing get slightly heavier as he continued to stare at your behind.

He spread both of your legs slightly, kissing your inner thigh. You muffled your moan, not wanting to possibly wake the other survivors up.

Victor Grantz

After not hearing your usual response when he knocked, he got worried. He put his ear to the door, hoping to at least hear that you were alright. He heard some shuffling inside, so that reassured him that you at least were okay. Though maybe you did not hear him knock?

He twisted the door knob and quietly shut the door behind him. He instantly spotted half of your body sticking out from under your bed. He let out audible worried noises, as he kneeled down and looked around how to safely get you out from your bed.

"Victor, love.. could you please get my out of here?" The blonde boy wrapped his hands around your waist carefully, deciding that he must have imagined the flirty tone in your voice. With his body now behind yours, pressed against your ass he blushed. His mind was not helping him at all at the moment. But the moment you audibly moaned when he tried to pull you out of the bed, with his crotch against your ass, he suddenly got the hint that this was intentional.

His blush worsened, but this time he changed his grip to instead hold your hips. After all, didn't you want this boldness from the mute postman?

Luca Balsa

"Hey love, check this out!" He barged into your room with a box full of mechanical parts he had gathered. He ranted about what his next invention was going to be, when you interrupted him. "That does sound nice and all, but could you help me out first?" The wiggle you did when you finished the question made Luca's face red. He always admired your body, being very handsy when you allowed him to be. "A.. ah.. don't worry! I'll get you.. out.. of there, yeah.. ye .. yeah.. !" You smirked, knowing that the compromising position you made yourself stuck in, made Luca's mind rattle full with lustful thoughts.

The prisoner coudn't decide what to do next, he really did want to help you, but on the other hand it didn't sound like you truly did need help, plus you got into that position just for him, he was sure if it. He approached you with a grin, his hands quickly resting on your ass. You could feel him tremble from excitement, as he groped your as eagerly, pressing his body against it.

"Did you read my mind? Because i could use some stress relief"

Andrew Kreiss

You two were hanging out in your room, reading books. With him attempting to read your books. He was very thankful that you went out of your way to teach him how to read. His mind was always full of you, and thinking how he could ever succesfully express the love he held for you.

You put your book aside, a new idea popping inside of your head. You kneeled down and shuffled under your bed, pushing your body as far as you could, with your ass still sticking out. "Oh Andrew dear, could you help me out? It seems i'm stuck!"

He looked up from the book to look at you wiggling your ass at him in a seductive manner. Though he didn't understand your true intentions, and panicked when he saw that you were stuck. "O.. oh heavens! How did this happen? I.. i'm so sorry! I'll find help..!"

You had to stop him from panicking, not wanting another survivor to get you out of this predicement you got yourself into. "Andrew, i did this on purpose, you know? Because i know you sneak glances at me when you think i'm not looking" The way you taunted him made his entire face turn red, as he stood still like he got caught in the middle of a crime. He stuttered, trying to come up with a possible explanation, but he couldn't.

He loved you so much, and he felt embarrassed. You even knew about him sneaking glances at you like a pervert. Is that why you got into such a position, just for him..?

[meowordeath]

Howdy! Is it alright if I ask for you to make a continuation of the “Characters reacting to reader’s clothing ripping”? And possibly with Edgar Valden, Mike Morton and whatever others you’d like?

Identity V characters reacting to their s/o clothes getting ripped! part 2 :3

w/ Edgar Valden & Mike Morton !

A/N : I really hope I didn’t write them too ooc, also sorry this took forever.

content warnings - sfw, mentions of blood, Bane, Violetta, fluff

Edgar Valden

You had been kiting for most of the match trying your best to keep the hunter, who is bane, away from Helena. You were provoke emoting at him which was just angering him.

If Bane could talk you don’t even want to guess what he’d say. “Surprised even with all those traps you still can’t catch me!” You provoke, he grunts angrily at you swiping his hook.

Using your sprint you duck behind a pallet. right behind that Edgar was there pallet stunning him, getting his face in the process.

“How unsightly, a rouge animal.” Edgar says to Bane as he begins painting his face. You and Edgar kite side by side a moment.

“Shouldn’t you be decoding?” You ask pulling him out of the way of Banes hook. “You came to my cipher.” He says bluntly as he finishes his painting.

He quickly placed it down. “Since you don’t want my assistance i’ll go decode.” He feins a somber tone as he rushes off.

Finally after letting 4 ciphers pop and putting trap quite literally everywhere, Bane downed you. He picked you up angrily and slamming you down into the chair.

When he slammed down the harness carelessly, not listening as you curse at him in pain.

“Cipher Machine Primed!” Helena’s voice could heard shouting out. Edgar was sprinting towards you, narrowly missing Bane’s hook.

And when he went to pulled up on the harness it didn’t lift up as usual. “It’s stuck..!” He says struggling against with the harness.

Your top had gotten enclosed when Bane carelessly chaired you, with one final tug Edgar got it up. It tore your shirt, nothing inappropriate was exposed thankfully.

Before Edgar could apologize Banes hook, which usually latched onto your clothes bit into you ripping your skin.

He downed you again. The cipher quickly popped, you get back up running away. Edgar put down his final painting escaping from Bane’s view with you.

You could hear banes angry growl. crouched down beside a wall Edgar look at your bleeding wound. “I’m sorry.. if only I had been more careful, his hook wouldn’t have taken a chunk of your skin like that.” He sounded so remorseful.

“It’s not your fault, the costumes they give out aren’t great quality anyways..!” You comfort him patting his hand.

“Hey on the bright side at least you didn’t expose me in any type of way.” You joke, he laughed lightly. “If I had don’t worry, I wouldn’t have let that animal see you.” And you believed that, especially with his loving gaze.

Mike Morton

Mike begged you to watch him practice some tricks outside, you really didn't want to since the last time you had watch him practice you had been hit in the face with one of his muddy bombs.

“Please, please, please, please” He says following you around hands clasped. He’d been saying it nonstop it was starting to not sound like a real word.

You turn around hands slamming down on his shoulders. “Mike, my dear Mike.” You say with a slight twitch in your eye.

He did bother listening to your refusal. “My dearest s/o, please come see this cool trick I've been practicing!” He said with a grin.

Mike was tugging you toward an empty room, which he had the help of Marg to turn into a practice room. “Now the thing about this cool and totally awesome trick is I need a partner” He gave you a smile.

“No way, your gonna have to find someone else to do it. I don't have a flexible bone in my body” You say trying to escape.

He quickly wrapped himself around you, quite literally koala attaching himself to you. “No wait, please! I tried practicing with Marg but I thought my performance would be better if it was with my sweet, handsome, beautiful, stunning-”

“Buttering me up isn’t gonna be enough to convince me, to allow you, to throw me around.” You push against him but it was like he was glued to you.

He just whined like a child, begging you. “Fine, one trick!” Too tired to argue against him you give in. Mike lets out a cheer, untangling his limbs from you.

“You have to get into some different clothes though” He turns to grab something, before holding out a similar acrobatic spandex outfit to his own. “Look we’ll have matching costumes!”

You sigh, taking the outfit going to change into it. “I have no Idea how you wear your acrobat costume in matches, it is tight in all the wrong places”

“Well I’ve been doing acrobatics for years now so I'm used to it. Now come on I’ll walk you through it, step by step, don’t worry!” He grins hands on your waist.

He did keep to his word walking you slowly through each move. It was easy to understand, still didn’t make your body any more flexible.

When it came to do the trick in real time you had messed up and Mike's hand placement in the wrong place.

In attempt to stop you from falling on your head Mike gripped tightly onto the tight spandex material. A tear sound echoed around the room as well as the sound of you also hitting the floor.

Mike quickly covered his eyes standing frozen holding like half the costume. "I swear I didn't see anything!" He still has his hand over his eyes, and a bright red blush on his face.

You give a weak glare up at him. "I am never doing acrobatics with you again Mike." He just nods still covering his red face.

I honestly am not very happy with Mikes but I tired. This isn't proofread

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Stumbled across your Hullabaloo stuff and I will happily hear you out.

I mean, just imagine him zeroing in on you the moment he realizes you're one of the Survivors he's supposed to hunt down. On one hand, the others are probably grateful for the easy match since he's so focused on you. On the other hand, there are probably some who are not happy about seeing what happens when this particular Hunter does get his hands on you.

Rated: Mature | Warnings: normal in-game kiting

The jump over the palette will allow you to briefly give you some distance, however, that is betting on him not jumping over the palette too to keep a close distance or gain the upper hand to strike you. It will be your first hit so you won't go down immediately but it will be tedious to kite against Hullabaloo.

The Moonlight River Park is his playground, he knows every inch of it; while you know enough to find the best spots to kite and hide, you know he is too unpredictable. Mike Morton, the survivor, plays on that as he knows when to put on a show and when to bow out. Hullabaloo, Mike's hunter counterpart, does the same.

So all you can do is pull out your box of tricks and hope for the best.

Trickster, the jack of all trades but master of none, the gambler; your box of tricks using the tools of others in the manor. The decoy and the aromatherapy cane work well to keep the hunter from hitting you and only hitting the air. The flare gun dropped in an area already used to kite the damn circus star, you ping it for Lucky Guy to grab when you are down一 Not an if, it is a manner of when and where. You use your last trick of the armbands to get off the bridge to the haunted house since three of the chairs in that area are dismantled.

“Wow!” Hitting you with two different colored bombs, “You are putting your all into this!”

You nearly trip when another copy hits you but it is the same color bomb, but you barely get a chance to vault over the dropped palette before you are downed. Fuck, a terror shock! You fall to the floor between the benches coughing up the smoke from the bombs, they hurt more than you expected each time.

“Aw, only one cipher kite,” Laughing as he floats into a sitting position as he mocks you, “You have the worst pair to be kiting cipher progress for,” Laughing, “Seems I will win single-handedly.” Breaking the palette dividing you from him.

You struggled in his arms as you were so close to self-healing, damn you should have kept him talking.

The good thing is that the basement is in the circus tent, and the chairs are broken, too. The bad thing is that he is not taking you to a chair.

“Mike?” Upstairs to the side where no one can see you, “Wait, you said later!” Realizing what Hullabaloo is doing when his hand is on your ass as you are laid over his shoulder.

“Well, later is now, gumdrop,” Giggling as he puts you down on the floor but on your front, “Come on don't be shy now! After all, if you keep me busy, your group might win.” His hands are working to get your clothes partly off, “Unless you want to be chaired?” Box conveniently here to have you bent over.

“You are an awful person, Mike Morton.” Turning yourself over to look at the smiling hunter.

“Of course! I am a hunter, your fate, your life, and victory are in my hands.” Leaning over and placing both hands on either side of you caging you in, “Now, entertain me, starlight. The spotlight is on you.”

[yoshinoritoshi]

Yearning...

For Hullabaloo is different every single day. Sometimes he yearns to go back in time and stop the circus from burning down, other times it's to go back to being a survivor, and then it's on how he can get a better win streak. His mind is constantly moving, just as he always is, as he hates sitting still and being idle.

Which is also why he loves duo hunters. The excitement, the chase, the thrill... What he doesn't like is the fact he has to work with hunters he doesn't very much enjoy being around... In fact, he hates a lot of them, call it shared memories between him and his survivor form, but he just can't stand certain other hunters.

Yet that doesn't explain why he hates the Ripper most above all. Anytime he's paired with him in duo hunters, he feels a prickling up his back and a disgust in his non-existent stomach, especially when any female survivor is downed by the other hunter. He finally understands exactly why when it's you who the Ripper downs, picking you up and carrying you like a princess, but it isn't kind at all- it's more creepy if anything.

After that, he tells the Ripper that he'll guard your chair while he goes off to find a different survivor, but in reality, he purposefully allows another survivor to rescue you and run off with you in tow. Maybe it's just his past haunting him, but he can't bring himself to down you, so he always relies on the other hunter to do it for him...

What hurts most though is when he can hear you calling for help across the map as you're highlighted with wanted order, "Mike! Mike please help!" and he lifts up his head, expecting you to be running to him, but his other self is there first, catching you in his arms and helping you with your injuries... He'll leave you both be so you can be healed, but he never feels right for the rest of the match.

All he really wants is to hold you as his other self does, heal your wounds, keep you close, take a hit for you, anything... Instead, he does his best to down other survivors and glance longingly whenever he sees you running in the distance, and intentionally leave the chair unguarded when he knows you're the one coming to rescue.

He'd go friendly if he could, but the other hunter certainly won't, and he doesn't want to earn their ire when he loves playing duo hunters so much. The best he can do is show you mercy and yearn for you to notice all he does to show his affection, even though it's impossible.

At least he can watch you be embraced by his other self, rather than another man. That's the only thing to lessen the pain in his heart.

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i heard requests were open and i scampered over as quickly as i could, i hope i made it in time 🙏

🌠: joseph, victor and mike (seperately) with a gn! reader who got hurt badly during the match and he has to take care of them (for joseph you could make the injuries be from a nasty fall or getting hit by the trolley or something)

Thank you for your time!

— SAVE YOUR HEART FOR ME; I'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEED

— JOSEPH

You and an injured teammate are running away from the photographer, circling around the hospital to buy time for the decoder of your team to decode the remaining two cipher machines. One of you has already been sent back to the manor deleteriously early in the game. Your team was quite at a disadvantage especially with Joseph's ability to slow down your decoding progress.

Currently, you're supporting your injured teammate as much as you can by shielding them against Joseph's hits. You and the photographer are aware and has accepted the consequences of loving someone from a faction with an opposite purpose from each other. You are to survive and he is to kill. But your lover can't exactly find it in him to hit you, the love of his life even if it costs him the match. And do you take advantage of it. He loathes you for that sometimes.

He's trying his best to find an opening through your body block to hit the other survivor but to no avail. You are quite persistent in taking the hit for them. Shielding them so closely to the point that it looks like you're hugging them.

The chase of cat and mouse, two mice in this situation, continues between all of you. All desperately aiming for victory even with the given situation. But perhaps Joseph should've paid more attention as to how long your body would last at the repeated jumping off the two-story building of the hospital.

You jump down following your teammate from the destroyed wall of the hospital's second floor. And Joseph follows after. But this time, the sight of you and your teammate running isn't what greeted him but instead the sight of you desperately trying to stand up from the ground with your teammate trying to support you as much as they can. But with the hits they've taken from Joseph's sword, their body doesn't allow them to help you to get off and run as the photographer inches closer to the two of you.

"My dear, what happened?" Joseph kneels beside you. He puts away his sword and inspects your body for injuries and puts an arm around you.

You shake your head "Don't worry, it's not that bad." But the hiss of pain you let out when you try to move one of your legs says otherwise.

He takes your hand away that was wrapped around your ankle to see the injury for himself. Your skin is littered in purple and red. His irises–wait he doesn't have those… He glances on your ankle to your face. "Does it hurt that much? You must have hurt your ankle when you fell."

"Oh we don't know that, my ankle just probably decided to dislocate while I'm mid-air." You replied to his obvious statement.

Joseph gives you a look and you decide to change the topic "So, uh, what about the match?"

"I don't think it's a good idea to continue it when you're in this state… maybe we should just call it a draw and go back?" Your teammate speaks up. Joseph gives an approved hum and picks you up, fighting back a grin when your cheeks turn pink at the gesture.

He carried you to your room and tended to your injury all by himself. But he did call for other medical experts in the manor (such as Emily) to make sure you'd have a stable and speedy recovery.

As much as he'd like to, Joseph would abandon any work or matches he has planned on his agenda just to stay by your side. But let's say due to manor rules, he can't.

The other survivors feel like the photographer has been more aggressive with his matches these couple days. They thought that it might be because you're hurt. Technically they're right, he just wants the matches to be over so that he'd see you again quicker.

— VICTOR

It's not too surprising that you'd get injured. After all, the area all of you are living in aren't exactly safe nor are the people you're sharing under the roof with. Especially when you all are scheduled and obligated to play the "game". In this house, getting hurt is normal.

You weren't feeling it today. The past few days were tireless and you've barely gotten any sleep. But you had a match today. And you can't exactly skip it, even with how exhausted you are. The baron cares only for rules and results you give, they could care less for your lack of rest.

The match was quite peaceful, fortunately. The kiter of your team was doing well and the rest of you three are peacefully decoding the ciphers. Victor was also in the match which gave some comfort in the intense and tiring atmosphere.

But you were tired as hell, and the peace was so boring that it's encouraging you to relax. A bit too much. Your eyes droop and you lose your focus on decoding. You didn't even hear the bell that signifies an upcoming calibration. Your eyelids opened as fast as you closed them when the cipher gave you a shock for your failed calibration.

Luckily Victor has already finished your cipher and was heading to yours when he heard you scream in pain followed by a thud. He rushed to the noise and scrambled beside you to check what had happened to you.

The familiar bark heading your way gives you relief as you lie on the ground hissing and groaning while clutching your wrist. Victor looks at you worriedly as he positions himself beside you. He lets out a surprise yelp when his eyes land on your right hand. Around your palm are black spots and red marks.

"I got shocked…" You say, your voice hinting a slight disappointment towards yourself. "I fell asleep and missed a calibration."

Victor gives you a warm side hug whispering to you "Please don't beat yourself too much because of this. You were too tired and shouldn't have been in this match anyway."

He rubs your shoulders to soothe you. There's no doctor in the match right now and the area the game is set in doesn't seem to have any first aid kits or anything to help to provide. So unfortunately you'd have to sit for now until the match is over to get your wound treated.

A cipher pops from across the map and is followed by another pop. Maybe it was fortunate that there was a certain prisoner in the match to help speed up the cipher progress. There's only one cipher left needed to complete. And yours was more than halfway done. The inventor from across the map sees that too and the light bulb from the switch on the ground lights up signifying that he has made a connection to your cipher to the one near his.

"Stay here, it'll get better soon I promise." His hushed voice says to you and you nod in response. You don't have to do anything but wait right now, seems like the perfect time to take a short nap. But the zap you just had earlier just electrocuted the exhaustion out of you. Well at least you have Wick and your cute blonde lover to accompany you right now and to keep you distracted from what happened. You don't even want to look at your injured hand right now.

Victor doesn't need to take a peek from his letters to speed up his decoding. His love for you and his priority for your health and safety is enough to give him the motivation he needs to slam his fingers on the metal keyboard like his life depends on it (well technically it does I guess?).

When the last cipher popped, Victor rushed you to the nearest gate and typed in the code to get you out of there as fast as possible.

He memorized every advice Emily gave to you for your injury, even writing it down so it won't be forgotten. He also made sure to send a letter of gratitude to the doctor in thanks for her help.

The days you feel insecure or guilty for your accident, Victor was there to reassure you. Saying that any wounds or mistakes you do doesn't make him love you less and that he will always be there and take care of you when needed.

When he's not available or busy with other things, he'd send long letters and gifts to make you feel better while you rest in the meantime you're healing from your injury.

— MIKE

A risky boyo. He literally plays with bombs. As much as it helps to reduce the hunter's abilities and speed, it's still a bomb. A weapon treated as a toy and could pose a threat to the survivors side if handled wrong (ingame it doesn't do anything to fellow survs but I'm talking in a more realistic sense...does that make sense lol).

The match was just utter chaos. Sounds of bombs everywhere that your own eardrums felt like exploding. Even their ticking was enough to make your ears bleed, not just because they're annoying but also because it's the indicator to your upcoming demise of getting flown to the sky by a rocket.

Your beloved acrobat is heading towards you and the hunter, guard 26. A hunter with a seemingly unlimited stack of bombs that can rain upon you. Around you were a handful of bombs threatening to explode as soon as a foot stepped on their area, something Bonbon can also command despite the timer. Making it harder for your lover to rescue you unscathed.

Mike runs towards Bonbon and leaps above him, dropping a fire bomb. He cartwheels to your chair and stands up immediately to untie you from the binds. But as soon as you get out of the seat, bombs explode on the two of you. He missed.

"Oh… oopsies. Sorry." He gives you a strained smile while his eyes display annoyance. You can't even be mad when he already looks guilty enough for the mistake. Ah, well he tried his best. What's fortunate at least is that you didn't get incapacitated and both of you managed to get away with the help of the speed boost of your will to live. The amount of miracles that happened in the overwhelming situation was absurd but you'd take any chance god gives you.

But unfortunately, your luck ends there. You all still end up getting eliminated and receive a loss for the match.

Both you and Mike are treating each other's burns in your room. It wasn't only you who suffered but him as well. He apologized to you profusely for his mistake at the match.

"If it only landed properly, the match could've gone better… damn…"

You use your arms to lift your weight to scoot closer to him, wincing when the burns in your legs brush with the fabric of the mattress. "We all make mistakes, don't beat yourself up over it."

"But look at us! We got cooked." He points at both your legs, which are wrapped in dressings.

"There's nothing we can do to change the past now, no matter the amount of regrets we have right now. We just gotta make sure it won't happen next time."

He hums in contemplation before replying to you, "You're right."

His head shot up as if an idea sparked in his mind and you look at him curiously "And next time, I'll do cooler stunts while I explode a bomb on their face! I'll do this cool flip like…" Mike motions his ideas with his hands in a way that's only comprehensible to him as you nod pretending–but trying–to understand.

"Oh, I have a lot of work to do!" He says, giddy with excitement and an earnest look on his face. Seems that he's recovered from his depressed state. You smile at him, glad that he's shining once again. But there's still one thing he needs to consider…

"Mike, you should let your legs heal first…"

"...Oh, right."

You two spend time with each other while also healing together. He'd caress your injuries and kiss them but they're burns. They hurt when touched so he can't (😔).

Mike makes you laugh by telling jokes and silly stories in return for you comforting him. He's even willing to serve you meals in bed if you want him to and no, he won't let you do any work. See it as a redemption for his undignified rescue, he says.

N: I think I focused more on the scenario than the caring part, especially at Mike's part and you can see very well which parts I gave up on oml 😭😭 Sorry this took long!

[blvb]

IDV SURVIVORS

Characters: Lucas Balsa, Naib Subedar, Norton Campbell and Mike Morton

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Synopsis: s/o who give an insect in their hands.

a/n: My first time to write and show, have mercy to my writings please. it might have some grammar errors, my first language is french. The character might be ooc.

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⚡LUCAS BALSA⚡

I think Lucas will be so happy if you want to show somethings that you find. If you tell him to open one hand to put your discovery, he will oblige to do so. At first Lucas will have a beautiful smile until he see what it is, his smile disapear and will take few second to look at the insect. Lucas will scream while throwing the bug somewhere. he might cry a little bit, and he will ask why did you pick that thing, only to learn that you like find and grab insects. Lucas is scars from this encounter, now he will always ask you what you have in you're hand before you give him.

🟢NAIB SUBEDAR🟢

Naib will ask what you have in your hand before you are close to him, only to be answer '' Something beautiful ! Open one of your hand '' he will sigh and open his hand only to feel something crawling in his hand. Naib will have a tiny heart attack, he will look closer to the bug and tell you next time to find something more beautiful like a ladybug or one with cute feature. He will let the bug go softly on a leaf or on the ground. or eat it

🧲NORTON CAMPBELL🧲

Sorry for the bugs lovers for this one, Norton will have a face a bit scary until he see you coming on is direction, his face will ease a bit. Norton will look at your hand close in front of him, he will be unsure what to do at first until you say open one of his hand. Weird but alright, he will look at first then crush it in is hand, you scream a big NO but is to late. You will look at him with disbelief, look at his face and then at his hands, back it forth. If you are sad he will make it back for you, like maybe a time for both of you to chase some insect together, but it will surely just watch with a smile while you're so happy.

✨MIKE MORTON✨

I think Mike will not be scared by bugs like Lucas. when you run at his side with your hand in front of you, he will be so curious. You ask his hand, he will do it without asking. Mike will be amazed what you find, he will ask with so much energy where did you find this bug. Mike will follow you if you show the spot where the bug was discovered. I think he will like to spend time with you to find more.

a/n: there's a side in me say it's a bit funky, but oh well, i hope that you like what i write and so sorry again for the wrongs writing and bad grammar. I JUST REALISE !! I write the name of Luca wrong.

[sunflower1experiment]

If the request is still open, can you do idv male characters body swap with female reader?

“Alright, go left! We’ll take it from here!” Naib runs alongside [Name] who slides to the wall and rolls some plants creating a grass field for Ann, the hunter looks around as if to be distracted then she aims her cats at her.

[Name] backs away to dodge but Kurt yells for her, “Watch out!” She hums then yells as Naib rams into her body. They both fall, then her eyes slowly open.

“Strange…I don’t quite feel any pain?”

She then hears her own voice, “Yea that’s because I weigh a lot and eat….lots…” They both stare and then [Name] yells. “WHY ARE YOU ME!?”

“Why- You’re me!!” Naib’s claws hold [Name]’s face while Naib makes her hold his own face.

“Oh my gosh this is worst then when Yidhra cursed the manor!” Naib says while [Name] admires the outfit. “Dang Man in Red looks good.”

“[Name] he’s a cultist!” Kurt says while Ada shakes her head at the two, “Surely you two can switch back.” Mike hums as he juggles his items in a circle, “Nope. Unless Ann uses the cat but she’s just as confused.”

Ann was busy trying to comprehend what caused such outbursts. “Hmm…I’m not too sure, maybe if I just…”

Ann lets her cats out and then reins them in, [Name] walks with Naib. Who then held her hand watches the cats surrounding them and then they moved?

“Sorry um- elbow pads.” Right, [Name] didn’t know how to shut them down. Naib sighs in her body as they both tumble down and face plant into the ground, luckily the cats ran over and repeated the process. As they begin to return to their bodies, Naib chuckles at how silly this whole predicament was. “Lets hope that never happens again yea?”

It sadly did happen, because Mike was screaming bloody murder while [Name] was angry. “Again! How- HOW! Ann come on!”

Ann backs up and leaves, “Well I’ve done all I could!”

“ANN I CANNOT BE SOME LITTLE GOLDEN BOY! COME BACK!” [Name] aka Mike chases Ann while she leaves the scene, Ada now watching this situation evolve starts drinking tea with Kurt. “Mhm. Enjoy the chaos…I wonder how Emil is doing?”

“Probably way better than us.” Kurt chuckles and she nods, “I hope…[Name] don’t flip with him!”

Mike watches as [Name] flips around with his body, his anxious screams fill the area while they fight. “My body!”

“Gimmie mine first!”

“Stop flipping with it!” They both pin each other, suddenly a bright light beams from Mike and [Name]

She opens her eyes again, pausing as she recognizes her own hands. “Oh snap its me! Yay! Wait- how?”

Ada wiggles her whistle. “I’m also a witch too, just got this beautiful outfit to compliment it.”

“…..Ada I won’t lie, your husband shouldn’t wear shorts with that outfit.” [Name] puts their hands up while Ada agrees but fake’s a dramatic gasp. The girls giggle and then walk away while Mike shudders, “That woman can study plants all she wants! But she’s not innocent…ugh…who thinks like that!?”

[Name] gives him a mischievous grin, “Heheh….No one will believe you.”

[dtmacgxstorys]

Mike Morton X Reader!

It's Spooy Session! 🧛🎃

Sorry for not writing for a while. If you play Identity V Copycat, you might know a player by the name of KOREY! It fuck up my already unstable mental health.

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Remember: Mike is 21. He Can accept drinks from barmaid! He may act childish, but he isn't!

1st & 2nd Mike Storys!

This is a Mike Morton/Acrobat X Gender Neutral Reader!

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Not everyone in your friend group gets excited for Halloween! Mike & you asked Mis. Nightmare for matching costumes at the beginning of the month & she agreed but she said you wouldn't know what the costume is until the day of! A week after asking her, Luca Balsa wanted to spend some time with you in his & Tracy Reznik workshop.

"So, you and Mick are planning to be a cute couple on Halloween?" "I mean, we did ask Mis. Nightmare for matching costumes, but she didn't tell us what we would be!" "Oh, she must be cooking up something good! What are you hoping to be?" "Ummm .. I didn't think of something for us to be, so I'm kinda glad she didn't tell us to come up with something!"

"Oh, so you don't want to be his little rad riding hood to his wolf or his Juliet to his Romeo?!" "Luca, stop! Heha" "haha Will, whatever she chooses, I'm sure you'll both look awesome together!" "Thanks Luca!" You walk out of the workshop to see Mike. "Y/N!" As you turn around, he hugs you & kisses you on the lips for a little while. You gently push him away. "heha Mike! I wasn't even gone for that long!" "I know! I just love hugging and kissing you!~" He gives you a quick peck on the cheek.

He then put his hands on your waist & pulled you closer to him & kissed your forehead. "Hey, Mike!" You hug him & try to kiss his cheek, but he moves to start making out with you. He's hands slowly moving up & down your back as his tongue moves all around in your mouth. You moan as you tightly grab his shoulders. "Hi Y/N and Mick!" He pulls away from your lips a little. "Hi Tracy!" "Hey Tracy!" You say as he kisses your cheek. Tracy looks you two up & down. "I swear Mike, you're the type to tear off you & your partners clothes in public if they were into it!" Tracy said as she walked into the workshop.

You gently push him away from you. "Do you want to spend the night in my room, or can I cuddle you in your room?" Mike asked you. "We never just cuddle in your room!" He rubs the back of his hand & gives you a nervous laugh. "heha .. so your room then?" You turn away from him & gestured for him to follow. He skipped next to you. He opens your door for you & you thank him as you walk in. "No problem, cutie!~" He closes the door behind him & walks over to you, rapping his arms around you. "I love you so much, Y/N!" He said as he nuzzles the back of your neck.

"I love you too, Mike!" He lets go of you & the two of you get comfortable in bed together. You lied on your back & he lied on top of you. He kissed your lips & said: "Good night, sweetie!~" The weeks leading up to Halloween went by like every other. Mike randomly makes out with you and random places, most nights cuddling you, some nights fucking you. The night before Halloween, you two didn't spend the night together, so that your Halloween costumes would be a surprise to each other. When you wake up, you see your costume hanging next to your bed. A dark wizarde's/witch's cloak & hat with black boots & a note saying: "Top and bottom are up to you! Mis. Nightmare"

You throw on your favorite shirt, dark pants, cloak & hat. You head downstairs. You're about to enter the dining room until someone hugs you from behind. "Good moewrning Y/N!" "Morning Mike! Can you let go so I can hug & see you?" He hugs you tighter. "No!" He nuzzles into your neck. He eventually stops nuzzling you & lets you turn around to see him. He's in a cute black cat onesie with a bow tie, top hat, a green & gold/orange cape & wrestlets that look like they're from a gothic suit. "Oh!? What a cute familiar!" You say as you rub your thumbs on his cheeks & he closes his eyes & purrs. You stop & you enter the dining room together.

Almost everyone compliments you and Mick on your costumes & you do the same. After hours of games & food, you're sitting, talking with Luca, Andrew Kreiss & Victor Grantz when Mike kneels down by your side. "Hey Y/N! Can we have some fun, just me & you?" "And what if I say no!" He gently spread your legs & sits, back towards you & looks up at you with puppy eyes. "Purrrease!" "..oh all right!" He bounced up & you waved goodbye to them. Exiting the dining room, Mike asked: "Your room or mine?" "Mine! I have a soared back for weeks when we do it in your room!" "Hahahe ..again, sorry about that!" "I forgive you, Mike!" At your bedroom door, he opens to let you in first.

You walk in first & he closes the door behind him. You take off the cloak & and hat, then turn around to see that Mike wasn't wearing anything under the onesie. "Mike!!? What if someone was able to tell that you didn't have underwear on!?" He approached you & sad: "Oh! Do you not trust me to keep my excitement for you under check!?" He puts his thumb under your lip & gently pulled down so he could stick his tongue in your mouth. You moan as it moves all over in your mouth. Your arms wrap around his neck as his hands slowly undress you. He left your lips just to take your shirt off. After a while, he pulls away from your lips & gently pushes you to the bed, & starts to take your pants off with little assistance from you.

One evening is off, you feel him fondling your parts. "mmhaaaa Mike, did just tease me!" Without saying anything, he kneels down & starts licking/sucking you. You moan as he rubs your thigh & licks/sucks you. "mhaa Why is your tongue like magic?" He continues for a while, you moan almost the whole time. He slowly gets up, still licking/sucking you. He stops & leans over you, his tip grazing you hole. "mmmmuu Mike, Please! Stop teasing me!" "But I love hearing you beg for me!~" You rap your legs around his waist & tried to pull him into you, but he doesn't budge. "Mike Please!" You wisper for him. You feel his hands slowly move down to your waist & he kisses your collarbone. Still kissing you, his hands move to the bed & penetrate you. You grab his shoulders & moan the further in he go.

As he grins into you, his moves from your collarbone to your shoulder bite. You put your hand back & moan louder. He continues to occasionally bit your shoulder & neck as he fills you up twice. The second time, he tried to continue & you begged for him to stop. "*huf huf hummm* Mike! I don't have *huf* the stamina that you do!" "*hum* but I want to love you more!~" "*huf huf* I can't Mike! *huf*" He pulls out of you & lies down next to you, hugging you. "Ok Y/N! Sweet dreams!" He nuzzles into your neck & you hug him. "Good night, my Mike!"

End!

I know I'm hella late for Halloween. I also forgot to start an Ithaqua Birthday x reader! 😭 please forgive me! My mental stat is all over the place!

[sleepy-fiction]

Pain & Glory./ ch 3

Mike Morton x Weeping Clown / JOKERMIKE

read: pt.2, pt.1, pt.4

The first person Mike had ever loved was a man and a murderer.

The comfortable Inn had a warm, cozy glare, adverse to the raging snow storm that took the frozen winter night. Weeping and Mike had walked a while before making it to the nearest town since escaping the Hullabaloo game. All the transportation had closed down, they had just missed the last service by ten or so minutes.

Maybe it was a stroke of fate, as they both knew Margie and Murro would be on it.

They all decided to go their separate ways. The decision was final.

The clamoring of pots and pans rang on, as Weeping, fresh out of a nice shower, held his lower back as he cooked. Mike wasn't much of a chef, but Weeping was great at it. Mike sat at the dinner table behind the Inn room's small kitchenette, familiarizing his fingers with the wood, his eyes drifting from his thoughts to the clown.

The clown in question wore a thin tank top, stuck wearing the shorts he wore mere hours prior in the manor game. The game where he, in short of many words, gave himself to Mike. Now here he was, vowing to start a new, stirring soup for himself and the man who handled him so roughly. His ass ached, it wasn't unbearable, but damn it was sore. From the walking, from it all.

His eyes were lidded, but for the first time in a while, Joker felt so calm. The soup, a plain squash one, was almost finished. He only waited for it to boil to serve himself. He glances behind him, peeking over his shoulder, watching Mike skittishly flee from his gaze. He looks forward again, a soft chuckle trailing from him.

Joker knows that look of his, that stubborn, embarrassed look. The clown serves up two fresh, hot bowls, carrying them over to the acrobat. He slides one over, sitting across from the blonde. "Eat up," he whispers, struggling to sit comfortably from the grave sore in his ass.

Mike nods quietly, avoiding Joker's stare, and the soup is gone within seconds. Between the manor, the sex, the heartbreak, and the long ass walk, Mike was unaware of how drained his body felt. It was like the life was sucked out of him. And truly, he thought everything would've ended by now, like some fairytale. But here he was in the quiet aftermath with nothing but sore muscles and a vast ocean of confusion.

Mike slouches back in his chair, staring all the up at the ceiling, letting his dropped shoulders fly. He scratches at his dirty costume, only aware of his smell now that it all began to fade.

Mike's nerves bundle up, like a deadly spitfire cogging his brain. His hands slide to pinch his temples, run through his hair, mindless fidgeting all to calm his hammering heart beat. Even still, Mike peeks at Joker, who sits quietly with his soup, his face covered in white face paint, but he no longer had the lipstick or the eye markings. Just the white layer to cover up his scars. He was so calm, so quiet.

Was he quiet like this when he planned out that murder.

Mike shudders.

Weeping sets his spoon down, eyes finding their way to Mike's. The blonde flinches.

Joker looks to the table, then steals Mike's bowl. He whispers, his voice a mere croak, "'M much tired Mike... Gonna head up first." The clown stands meekly.

"O-Oh, right yes... Rest up, Joker. In the morning, I'll see if the trains are up again," Mike swallows thickly. He still, very cautiously, watches as Joker drops off the dishes in the sink, and hobbles off into the bedroom. He only spares, one final, unreadable look to Mike before shutting the door.

And just like that, Mike's nerves settle, and he can finally take a normal breath.

Joker.

The Murderer.

He's a liar if he said he wasn't afraid. Where would Joker draw the line? Would he spare Mike? Even if he did, what about anyone else?

He killed someone. That's not something one can simply wash away.

Mike twists the knob to the shower, the water boils down his body, leaving hot, red streaks as he comes through dirty, soggy locks. It always burns at first, but Mike could bare the heat. It was the cold winter, like frosted water, that was his enemy. And frosted water, he finds himself laying next to shortly after his ritual.

The room has two tiny beds, one on each side. Weeping sleeps next to the window, barely missing the moonlight, that stretched over and beamed into Mike's eyes. He'd squint away from it if it weren't so beautiful.

Yet his eyes, encapsulated eyes, flicker to how the stormy, snowy blue sky contrasts the vibrant red hair that laid just ways away.

Mike sighs. Lethargic body overtaking him, and forcing him into a deep sleep.

By the time he awakes, early morning sunshine beams in, coating the room in a sea of gorgeous yellows. He dresses himself, and slips out their inn to check the train system. The street was filled with soggy grass and mud, the snow melting overnight, almost like a small flood over took the little village. He passes a bakery, smelling delicious buttery bread, and making a mental note to return later. But soon he approaches the station, money in hand, seeking a ride back up to the city.

He's lucky, as the train is back up, and not only that, he's secured two tickets. They're so valuable to him, he tucks them safely away.

On his way back to the Inn, he buys two hot, sourdough loafs and two warm stews. He barrels into their Inn excitedly, laying the packaged contents on the table and turning on the morning radio. The blonde rushes into their bedroom, quiet and soft as he crouched next to Weeping's bed.

The clown laid almost serenely. He laid on his side, facing the wall, his red hair smeared about satin pillow cases, the white bedsheets wrinkled under his weight, while the covers meekly laid over his legs. His arms were laid neatly on top of eachother, next to his head on the pillow. His tank top was bunched up, revealing his milky stomach, ever so soft-looking. And here, for the first time in a long while, Mike saw the clown without any makeup.

He was so quiet, he didn't snore, his breaths were almost untraceable outside of the slow rise and fall of his belly.

His shoulders were strung, so were his arms. Mike reached, still on his knees next to the bed, and laid a hand on the clown's boney shoulder. The clown stirred. He slowly turned to face Mike, confusion heavy on his features. It's now the blonde could see the pale red scars that littered his skin.

A chemical burn.

Weeping croaks tiredly, "M-Mike?"

Mike soaks in his warm eyes, the sound of his morning voice, how wide his chest and shoulders were, how pale his skin was against Mike's. He felt that urge again. It was weird.

"What is it? Is it about the train," Weeping yawns, slowly awakening. He scrubs his eyes.

Mike's simply staring, staring as if he had a frog in his throat.

Joker blinks, "Why aren't you saying anything, Mike?"

Mike shuts his eyes. He almost forgot he was alive. But he can tell his body wants something here. Something his lips refuse to utter. That sleeping face, those weary eyes, those pale arms.

"I-- bought sourdough and stew... Let's enjoy it together," Mike looks to the floor. He can't do it.

Weeping gasps, the sound is soft, "Really? A-ah, thank you Mike." He smiles tenderly.

Mike feels a tug.

Should he be no short of ashamed.

Still, Mike's hands rest on Weeping's shoulder. The clown lays a hand on the blonde's forearm, cold metal fingers tips burning on hot touch. Joker speaks, "W-well.. Mike? What is it? Are you alright?"

Mike grits, "P-Please... Close your eyes, Joker. Why can't you just close your eyes again." His voice is loud, angry.

Joker shuts his eyes, and right as he does so, Mike's lips meet Joker's, and his hands are on his face. The clown gasps, but it's soon swallowed up by slow, tender movement. Mike pulls away, leaving it short and sweet, as he rests a tired forehead against Joker's. With a gruff, he fjnally whispers what's been on his mind, "I... I don't feel very well, Joker..."

That was an understatement.

Joker nodded, searching for Mike's eyes but finding them hiding under shut lids. His hand reaches to cup the back of gorgeous blonde hair. "I'm here," he whispers. The heat from Mike's forehead is absorbed quickly by Weeping's body.

Mike only slumps over into him more, leaning up and throwing confused, struggling hands around his body. Joker turns onto his back and pulls Mike up into the bed with him. Mike buries himself completely in Joker's shoulders, laying legs elsewhere to not crush him, but desperate for him. Joker wraps arms around him in a heartbeat, pulling the blonde's hot body into his warmth.

Ebbings of struggling tears dribble out his eyes. And as much as Mike wants to put Joker to blame, he knows it won't solve anything.

There was no way to control this situation.

And that was scary.

"J-Joker," Mike hisses.

Joker speaks, "Yes?"

"M-- I'm lonely," Mike hitches.

A sweet hand pats down his hair, the embrace grows tighter. "Here I am, Mike," Weeping exclaims, ending it with a soft, kind chuckle.

Mike chuckles, "I guess so."

[strawberrymatchaidv]

Mike/Hullabaloo Cuddle HC

A/N: This is actually my first time making HC about character x reader and just generally putting down into writing 😪 So pretty please excuse my rustiness and I hope you enjoy it :3 Mike isn’t really my favorite character either so I don’t really have any idea of what to write for him… Apologies for how short it is. This was a request from Ao3! And as always, Love Strawberry

Mike:

In the beginning of the relationship I feel as though Mike would be a bit nervous but enthusiastic about the new changes. A small peck to the cheek and a quick goodnight before you two are off to bed. In the beginning it’d feel as though there is a wall in between the two of you as you sleep, both just keeping your respective sides of the bed. It’ll be awkward, but as time continues on, you both won’t notice that space between the two of you growing smaller and smaller.

Late night talks are one of Mike’s specialties, he could go on for hours about his new ideas for shows or themes they could do to perform. While talking, he’d gently stroke the side of your face, occasionally twirling your hair between his fingers as he speaks. When he notices that you are getting tired, or have something to say, he’ll slow his talking down a bit, or try to, so it wouldn’t be much of a bother as you sleep.

It doesn’t seem as though he would be the type to listen but in reality he could actually be a great one. Mike would listen to your rambles about your day or opinions you have on things occupying your mind. Of course, not without adding in a few of his own comments as well. There would be a noticeable softness to his eyes as you speak, intently listening in on what you have to say. With subtle nods or responses, he could listen to your voice forever.

When the both of you are more comfortable in the relationship, Mike would feel more comfortable holding you close. Pampering you with soft kisses on the top of your head to lightly rubbing small circles into your back. He prefers close contact with you as if a second away without you besides him would kill him.

If you aren’t one for such gestures, he’d be more than understanding. Maybe a bit forgetful but would respect your decisions and would be happy enough to be in your vicinity. Though he might buy one of the ridiculous pillows with his face on it just so you could be close to that and that way he’d still be close to you in a way.

Little spoon, big spoon, it all doesn’t matter too much for him. Though I do feel as though he'd prefer to be a little spoon. (Ion know why, I just feel it fits well)

There are times where Mike will just be quiet, basking in the moment with his beloved. Wondering how he was able to be together with someone as amazing as you. He wouldn’t trade that moment for the world, a small squeeze as he closes his eyes. Whispering sweet nothings and reminding you how amazing you are and just talking nonsense into your shoulder.

If you weren’t feeling well or sick, he’d make sure to cover you with blankets and have everything on the bedside table within reach. He’d hug you from behind, no words needed to be side besides the small ‘I love you’ ‘s into your back. Making small jokes here and there to hopefully cheer you up as well.

Hullabaloo:

Uneasy whether or not you’d be comfortable sleeping with him. His body is not exactly the most ideal. Cold, springs sticking out in places that could potentially harm you, and just the emptiness of it all waving down at him. He wants to feel the warmth of what he had once, yearning to just feel it once more.

If you two do figure out how to maneuver against it all, he’d treat you like a porcelain doll that’s ready to break at any moment. Nonetheless, he’d be grateful to be in your arms again, his bigger stature making it easier to hold you whole.

The nights would be more quiet than what it used to be before. Wanting to break that silence, he’d try to start small talk like before but he’d feel at loss. Feeling a sort of guilt that he can’t block off no matter what. You could’ve been with someone who wasn’t so… broken like him. But out of all odds, you still chose him.

Hullabaloo would be more pampering on nights where he is more willing for pillow talk. Talking small praises for all your accomplishments and how grateful he is to still be there by your side.

[rosemaze-reveries]

i miss MIKE MORTON

[meimostar]

Sometimes i want to kill myself and record it for everyone to see, react and laugh. I shall be the final entertainment.

Every final entertainment has to go out with a bang, a big entrance to welcome it's person. And ends with a laugh and an applause from it's crowd to shower you into that amazing, AMAZING attention. The only time that people pay attention to your struggles, to your pain, to your torture. Even if it's jusst that, you're okay with it, attention is attention, you don't care if it's bad.

Behind those masks and curtain, you felt yourself crumble under that performers touch, the way the blonde gave those soft and gentle hands combing through your hair as your eyes stay still and pupils dialated with love, the way ou'll do annything for him even if it's just dying if he ask, you're a puppet in his strings and your heart. He comfort you, he worried for you, he cared for you, he for you.

Till' you join the manor, you never felt so abandomed even if it's his friend, you felt yourself so unbalanced in this place. You cry and cry and hoping someone see the signs and yet no one does, except that embalmer.

His gentle with you like how the blonde did, so you still like how you did. It's been so long.. so so long to feel like this, you cry, you never cried before. Even with the blonde, you felt your stomach churning and turning as your throat felt stuck. Vomitting onto the nearby trash can as the food you force yourself to eat came in bits and pieces and sludge of your puke. The greenish-brown colour didn't petrify you much as you overfed ypurself so you can feel full and empty, to relief that feeling.

"Why only you notice?"

"I'm very observant to those who i, find interest in."

You wanna laugh but you felt your stomach churning over and over as the sludge inside your throat throw itself out of your body as the embalmer watched, rubbing your back as to soothe you from this stress.

I'm not okay.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Pay-what-you-want request: Rain Pearl!Mike x reader

Rated: Teen | Warnings: none

“Come on!” Tugging your arm not caring about how you are going to fall over if he keeps pulling any harder, “The fireworks show is about to start!” Eager as ever to see the explosive lights dazzle the sky, the echoing boom of the explosions, and it ends with his lips always on yours. The New Year's celebration in Chinatown is always fun, an event you heard about but did not go to join in the festivities until Rain Pearl entered your life.

Like a firework, a flash and bang, in smoke and sparks of fire he entered your life a mess and a goofy smile.

“What is that look on your face for?” Finally, no longer yanking your arm as you both are at the special spot in the plaza— The best place to see the fireworks in the sky with privacy to kiss his partner.

The Acrobat still feels his cheek burning hotter than a firecracker fuse this year… This New Year is celebrated with you in his arms. “Is something on my face?”

“Something like that,” As you sit on the red Lunar New Year area rug, this one has two koi fish on it. The balcony of a closed shop was decorated for this shared evening, “Did you make all this?” The low table is full of more treats than actual food.

“Yes… Okay, not all of it, but I did most of the work!” You cannot but laugh as he tried to take the credit only to say the truth while trying to say he did help. He pouts when he sits beside you and grabs his cheeks squeezing them, “Come on, I’m not a kid, stop it!”

“Sure you aren’t a kid, but your face is so cute.”

Rain Pearl, or Mike as you have known him since he was barely reaching the top of a chair, is a childhood friend. There is a few years difference between you both and the maturity levels between you both can be seen at times; yet, since he has returned from traveling with the he is… Still playful as a young dragon chasing the pearl in the sky, but smarter. Wiser though he trying to get there.

“Look!” The Arcobat takes your hands off his face before pointing to the sky, the dazzling night is lit up by the fireworks, but your eyes are on his face. The way his mismatched eyes reflect the light show, his smile bright and wide, his grip on your hands squeezing with affection. The sounds are loud as everyone below is cheering and celebrating the New Year.

He turns his face to say something but you stop him by pressing your lips on his, hands squeezing his hands back, it does not take him even a second thought to return the kiss.