#mikey in grey sweatpants was something i needed

[messed-up-little-driftwood]

pov: Mikey's ready for snuggle time after he's done murdering people (you made him shower).

literally have never posted art before but I'm pre pleased w this big boy. (pls be nice or just ignore entirely)

[sl4sh3rsub]

rz michael myers hcs (nsfw: mdni)

rz michael myers x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warning: a lot here. mikey has a monster cock, insecure + inexperienced michael, he doesn't talk but makes noise + mouths words + grunts syllables sometimes (selectively mute ig?), oral sex (both giving and receiving), excessive creampies, fingering (receiving), no lube we die like men his dick n spit does it for him, masturbation, rimming (both giving and receiving), knife kink, excessive mentions of precum + spit + cum, creative use of cum/arousal fluids in arts projects, musk kink, choking (receiving), mentions of sex toys, thigh humping, mention of canon SA and violence (nothing w/ or directly involving reader), p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), cum eating, slight somnophilia, bruises and hickeys, cockwarming, slight worship (receiving), dry humping, handjobs, 2 mentions of him having a mini shrine to you, mentions of needle hrt in ftm + mtf bits (feel free to ignore), mentions of the institute/asylum

a/n: sorta edited. tried not to be too ooc, but it's more focused on a softer side of michael - personally i think his character is very different to og/peepaw myers! rz mikey is more based in instinct rather than previous experiences/societal expectations, so there's more general hcs than separate sections this time. NOTE: feel free to read any sections, tried my best to not use gendered terms in agab sections but lmk how i can improve :3

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

as michael is very inexperienced with kissing, he'll smash his lips against yours and become a huffing mess after he gets worked up from your breath mingling with his and your darkening gazes meeting

if you play with his hair and gaze into his eyes, he can't help it if he gets half-hard - his body will always needily react to your attention and affection

he's most at home in grey sweatpants - he's very used to wearing them while making his masks and associates them with comfort and the years of creatively honing his craft

so naturally, don't be surprised when his already impressive girth pulses and thickens at the sight of you bending over or reaching something off a high shelf

mikey will absolutely make you your own special mask!! although, the glue he uses for your personal paper mâché mix is a bit more,, personal. he'll also use your arousal to paint the inner layer of his favourite mask :( he simply needs to have some semblance of you with him at all times, especially whenever he's out on the town and away from your embrace

he's borderline hypersexual and gets half-hard and extremely sensitive without reason, however he doesn't always feel the need to act on his urges with you. expect him hiding his arousal during mundane activities, getting flushed and shy when he realises that you notice :<

if he's comfortable on the couch, he'll make himself at home with a horrendous manspread. naturally, this leads to him getting flustered whenever you kneel in between his legs with a mischievous glint in your eye. if you ask him sweetly, he'll be more than happy to sit you in between his strong thighs and let you hump into his hand while you both watch a movie

if he's not feeling like he wants to be inside you, he'll lie on his back with his knees up, pulling you to straddle his waist and lean back against his thighs. from this angle, he's able to watch you play with yourself and masturbate above him while feeling your weight grounding him, just out of reach but almost close enough to taste

he loves taking you from behind and kissing the base of your neck, your breathless giggles echoing in his ears as his long hair tickles your shoulders and back

michael loves having you cockwarm him while he makes his masks!! he adores it when you doze off with your cheek smushed into his shoulder during a late night arts-and-crafts session, the slow pulse of his heartbeat deep inside you

he's so, so incredibly thankful for you, that he's able to unleash his frustrations into you, whether it be about a ripped mask or just about pentup emotions. he's eternally thankful for your love and under the table support

you are mikey's angel, his true saving grace. after his long bout at the institute, he was fully convinced that being loved by anyone was impossible for him. your welcoming arms and gentle praise proved him wrong and completely changed his image of heaven - to michael, it's no longer a cloudy sky mentioned in those old books, it's your warm embrace and loving gaze. it just took him a little while to realise that he was in his own little paradise with you

he tries his hardest to treat you with absolute reverence and adoration T-T he's devoted to making you feel good with him, no matter what. usually, this means holding back from skullfucking you at a brutal pace whenever you give him head. your throat is just so tight around him :( it's got him steadying himself against a wall with his hand, shaking and sweating from holding back, with his gorgeous, garbled moans encouraging you to swallow the saltiness of his length

mikey's wandering hands always end up on your ass or tummy whenever you cuddle together, it's just comforting for him

he's one of the strongest, largest men to ever walk the earth, but the way he gently traces your facial features makes you forget that completely. michael handles you like you're made of porcelain, only using soft pressure unless you assure him he won't break you easily

he has a big, strong and beefy body. lord knows how he maintained it in the institute but with you, he's gonna try his damnedest to put all of his strength to good use - whether it be getting you off while fingering you, his toned forearms barely breaking a sweat or his tree trunk thighs tensing while you ride them

mikey is not trimmed or well-groomed downstairs, his pubes are a wild and unkempt cloud of blonde and light grey hair, so you know he's not caring about how you look at all. you're a fuckin deity in his eyes and he'll dispose of anyone who makes you feel anything other than heavenly

michael is uncut, big and thick, with a large vein running up the underside - so heavy and large that it can't even stand up against his belly, instead slightly bobbing with his pulse and hanging low. it's the type you see in lewd magazines, where it tilts down even when fully hard

when you're on your knees for him, expect his weepy cockhead to drip onto your face while you kiss and nip at his heavy, full balls

oh yeah, this man has the definition of breeder balls; hanging low, swollen and filled to the brim with his potent cum. he truly has so much to give, so you'd better be ready for multiple loads throughout the night

in contrast to michael's hard cock, his nipples are soft and incredibly sensitive. if he's trying to cum as fast as possible, he'll sneak a hand up his shirt and pinch at them relentlessly - make sure they're puffy and spit-glazed after you've been ontop, he goes absolutely feral would really appreciate it

mikey has massive hands too - his fingers are enough to fill you considerably, but he often resorts to stuffing your mouth with them or using his palm to muffle your noises if you're being vocal. he definitely doesn't want the cops called on you just because he's great at pleasuring you

his cock feels heavy inside you, almost like he's deep in your chest whenever he bottoms out. the weight is absolutely dizzying as it stretches you out each thrust and rubs all of the right places. he easily gets drunk on the feeling of you clenching around him, leading to his head being tossed back with drool dribbling down his chin at the sensation

he has the biggest size kink possible but he really doesn't want to get carried away when exerting his strength and size on you - he doesn't want to get carried away or hurt you too badly :(

michael uses whatever knife he can get his hands on during foreplay to add a bit of risk and edge. cutting off your underwear and shirt, tracing down thighs and hips and gently nicking your skin every once in a while, but he quickly tosses it if you beg him to fuck you desperately enough - he doesn't wanna hurt you that bad, not before he's even gotten started

mikey is incredibly insecure about himself and his own worth as a person. he fears your love is only temporary and that you'll move on, leaving him behind as a memory or an adrenaline rush of foolish regret :( for that reason, he's terrified to go too hard or hurt you badly - he's convinced you'll be in pain and be fearful of him if he fucks up. be sure to reassure him when you're together after you have a rougher time and he's manhandling you more <3

initially when he learnt about dry humping, he was confused as to why he craved the friction so desperately but he's learnt to give in - michael will almost immediately cum in his pants if you quietly reassure him you'll clean up the mess you're both bound to leave on his clothes. half the fun (in his eyes, at least) is seeing you get flustered over the sheer amount of his load that's seeping into his boxers from just that little bit of friction

his favourite place to have you is on his lap - cockwarming, cuddling or napping, he does not care. he needs to have your face pressed into his neck with his larger frame providing you with warmth and stability

will rarely fist his cock but if you ever catch him, you might be able to make out his lips repeating the shape of your name over and over

for a long while at the start of your.. arrangement, he had no idea how to initiate sex. he'd just hover close to you, desperately hoping you'd notice the heat radiating from his massive, obvious bulge. would start to bite the inside of his cheek and guide your body towards him in a desperate hint if you didn't clock it immediately

he also did not know shit about the human anatomy, so he'll need you to guide him to where you want to be touched and with a bit of coaching, he'll learn the correct pressure and pace to get you off easily

if you tease him while he's in his overalls, the sight of his lower region slowly darkening with his endless pre and the sound of his haggard breathing devolving into animalistic grunts is nearly enough to make your knees give out

michael isn't a massive fan of fucking you on your bed, especially if your room is in a similar layout to his back at the institute. haunting memories brought on by the guards cast negative clouds across his mind and that is the last thing he wants with you. he'd much prefer to go at it against a wall, the couch or even the floor. most of the time, around his desk is where the action happens and your bed is solely reserved for sleep <3

he loves smearing his precum all over your face, loves letting his musk seep into your skin while your eyes glaze over with lust

he cups your chin, cheek and jaw whenever you have his full attention and his heart melts when you nuzzle into him - his thumb plays with your bottom lip and if you decide to suck on it to keep your mouth occupied, so expect to have mikey silently begging you to cockwarm him while his brain goes fuzzy

while you relax for the evening, watching a movie together, expect him to position you with your head on his thigh (your face way to close to his crotch ofc)

michael loves you sucking on his soft cock and warming him with your mouth, he adores the slow feeling of him growing hard as you moan and gag around his length

when you introduce him to the concept of the sixty-nine position, he absolutely short-circuits. what do you mean you can both suffocate in each other's musk while getting each other off?? what do you mean he can prop himself up above you so he can spend time teasing you while forcing you to choke on his length???

michael always cums a bit too quickly and a bit too much - the moment he enters you for the first time, he can't help but fill you up immediately (good thing he's blessed with inhuman stamina)

he's also the biggest fan of you offering to clean up the mess of his cum dripping down his shaft - if your ass is a bit tender and sore from his rough pace, he's more than happy to soften in your mouth while the two of you catch your breath and wind down

mikey isn't very confident with toys and would much rather pleasure you by himself, but he wouldn't mind learning slowly what you prefer over time

he's also not a fan of lube - it feels too cold on his skin and the slippery nature of it scares him a little, so the best way to get him all coated in pre (for your comfort ofc) is to rim him. his tip drools and spits out so much of his arousal whenever you fuck him with your tongue, rest assured it'll bubble down his shaft and drip onto your chest. the delicious flush of his neck and upper chest is a glorious sight to behold

he first feels the urge to make love to you slowly after he sees a steamy, romantic sex scene with a married couple on television - he wants to give you the warmth and care the actors portray on screen

when you first offered to give him head, he tentatively slapped his cock against your tongue to test waters and see if you liked the taste but ended up addicted to the feeling. he'll smack it against your lips and tongue every time you're on your knees for him

his heavy balls slapping against your chin while he floods your mouth with salty, thick warmth is one of his favourite sounds

he starts breathily whimpering in his gravelly voice whenever he fully bottoms out in your heat, one of the rare moments when he totally loses control over his lust for you

he grunts out the syllables of your name when he's about to cum, digging his fingers into your hips and nipping your neck, leaving deep marks on your skin

mikey gets the same rush whenever you both cum together as to when he stabs someone and kills them after a long game of cat and mouse - there's a reason why the french call it 'petit mortis', a little death

the first time the two of you had sex, it brought out such intense emotions from michael that he was left shaken, crying from confusion about the onslaught of feelings he just shared with you. he is originally torn between holding you close and never letting you go as well as instantly leaving and isolating himself in his own space - like he's used to. he needs time to fully mull over the situation and new sensations he experienced but he would really like to have you nearby incase he needs a hug :(

on a long day, after you've given him head, he'll softly catch his breath while watching you blissfully hum and rest your cheek against his thigh. he huffs a small chuckle as you press light kisses into his softening cock

myers really doesn't want to hurt your ass or bruise your upper thighs too much as he needs to have you perched on his lap whenever he can, but you can expect tender skin from his hips slapping into you as well as bruises from his grip on your waist and hips

if he was too rough with you the night before (maybe accidentally leaving bone-deep bruises or purple marks and scratches along your body), he'll disappear early next morning and return during breakfast with a fistful of fresh tulips as an apology, with their stems partially crushed. just be sure to rinse off the dirt still attached to the roots, it's the thought that counts :<

michael may be inexperienced and bashful but he'll try anything once if it gets you off and brings you pleasure

michael loves to place his hand around your throat, just as a reminder of his sheer strength and power over you. with the slightest amount of pressure, he could make your brain go dumb and your tongue loll out

he chokes you until your eyes become unfocused, your little gasps and whines becoming softer and softer. the proud glint in michael's eyes is deserved, as you fully trusted him with your life while you were in your most vulnerable position. he holds you close while you unsteadily catch your breath, mumbling about how good you are to him and stroking your hair all the while

if you're too shy to look up at him while he fucks you or gives you head, he'll tilt your chin up and groan when your cheeks flush at his blown out pupils

he's the type to not pull out after, needing to soften and catch his breath while still feeling connected, inadvertently overstimulating you without fail as his whole body is racked with aftershocks

if he's feeling mean, michael will make you hump his thigh while he palms at his dick during one of his arts and crafts sessions

he wipes the last dribbles of his cum on your inner thighs after he pulls out. he'll clean it either way - with a damp towel or his tongue, it's up to you <3

occasionally after a spree, he'll need to let his mind rest and will use you as his cute little fleshlight, burying himself deep inside you while guiding your hips along with his rhythm at a bruising pace. if you pay close attention, you'll see his lips forming silent prayers and whispers of apology whenever you yelp from the pace

his post-kill musk is potent enough to make your head spin. if you rest your cheek against his pectoral, you'll be able to feel his heartbeat start to slow against you :<

his guilty pleasure is pulling out while cumming thick spurts, slapping his tip across your skin while smearing his load all over you, be it your lips and cheeks or ass and thighs

michael doesn't want to disturb your sleep if he's needy, so he'll slip your hand in between his boxers and pajama pants to feel your smaller hand against his throbbing bulge. he's content to doze like that but expect to feel him humping into your fist while he sleeps. you may wake to the sound of sheets rustling as he licks up the mess he made, much too tired to change sheets but not wanting it to dry and soil your sheets

he insists on placing his hand firmly on the back of your neck whenever he takes you from behind - to stop you from fucking yourself back on his cock and squirming at his pace

after sex with mikey, it's a common occurrence for you both to be a panting mess on the floor when he's done, your throat sore from mindless babbling and loud moans - all complete with a wet, drool-covered spot on your shirt from his grunts through gritted, gnashed teeth. when he's floated back into the right headspace, he's absolutely mortified by his behaviour and is tentative to even glance at you in a less than innocent way for the next couple hours

if your soft body goes limp in his arms after a mind-blowing orgasm, he gets scared at first and stops his thrusts. he's worrying he hurt you but, once he realises you're alright, he'll support your head and neck and go completely feral, thrusting and grinding until he reaches his high as well

whenever you fall asleep ontop of him, he needs to have your face tucked into the crook of his neck - the scent of your hair and sex in the air lulls him to sleep quicker than any sedative could

he adores your attention while you both bask in your respective afterglows - your hands gently cradling his face while he tucks himself away is one of his favourite, most soothing actions of yours. he'll always rub circles into your skin in return

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amab hcs

michael is inexperienced and completely driven by instinct when it comes to giving head - he wouldn't be deep-throating, instead focusing on your tip and licking along your veins. he's a master of giving handjobs, with the amount of spit he shamelessly coats you with (not to mention his rougher hands)

if he's particularly needy, he'll come up behind you and gently undo your belt while tracing his fingers over your zipper, nosing at your jaw and softly rutting into your ass while panting above you

the moment your fly is undone, his breathing gets ragged and drool nearly starts dripping down his chin

cages you against a bench or wall to rut against your ass and breathe in your scent after a long day at work

if you introduce him to rimming,, lord save your soul. his scruff rubs your ass raw with how often he goes to town on your tight, puckered hole. his favourite bit is pulling back and admiring how you glint in the light with his spit shining all over

of course, the extra spit only helps his efforts of bullying his throbbing cock into your poor hole

whenever michael is close to the edge while buried deep in you, he starts uncontrollably twitching and bumping your prostate, causing you to let out a pitchy whine at the unexpected feeling. every time without a doubt, his eyes roll back and growls into your ear at you clenching around him

he has a small photo shrine of your cocks together, a mess of cum and spit framed for his appreciation (he's a romantic)

his dirty fantasy is getting your attention while you're on the phone in bed by mouthing and groping at your cock, working you through the fabric of your pants

michael is obsessed with rutting his cock against yours, covering each other in your arousals, cum spurting up onto your chests as you nip and kiss at each other's chest and throat

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afab hcs

mikey loses his mind a little each time you cream on his shaft, feeling your arousal dripping down to his balls and coating the insides of his thighs. just the thought of your slick coating him is enough to make his eyes roll back

he rips or cuts your underwear off you if he's too impatient to wait for you to fully undress

once michael is fully stuffed inside you, he gently traces where you meet, in awe of how he manages to fit in your heat

his large hands span over the bulge of his cock in your tummy, making you tear up at the pressure and drip onto the sheets

leans his head closer to your ear just to make sure you hear his groans and grunts while he destroys your pussy

his favourite sight is his pearly globs of cum oozing out of your puffy, soaked hole - made complete by the fucked out glaze in your eyes as you stare at the blurry spectre of a giant between your thighs

he tentatively gropes your thighs and enjoys warming his hands by sticking them up your shirt. if you both happen to make an appearance in public, expect him to crowd around you to try and shield you form from wandering eyes - he may be yours but you're also his, so no one has a right to touch or even look at your precious body (especially not your soft tits or ass, they're for him only)

teach him to tie his hair in a messy bun or acquire a hairband for him to keep his hair from getting sticky whenever he does down on you, slurping and worshipping your pussy like it's his god-given purpose on this earth

once he tries taking you in a mating press, he accidentally discovers heaven. he can fully dwarf you in his shadow and also cradle your pretty face while erratically thrusting and groaning in that raspy voice you love. if he fucks you dumb, he's more than happy to wipe away your tears

sometimes michael hesitates pushing into you for fear of it hurting too much, unintentionally resulting in him working you up by teasing your entrance with his thick cockhead then nudging your clit, fully soaking his length in your arousal

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ftm hcs

mikey initially gets scared if you administer hrt yourself with a needle - he knows what happens to rowdy patients who get the needle back at the asylum. however, as he slowly notices physical changes in your body, he'll marvel at your form developing before his very eyes

michael's sadistic side comes out when he spanks your cock until your sloppy boycunt is drooling onto the mattress. he makes sure to gently slip his finger in your hole every so often, his delight in your whines is very evident when you can feel him throbbing under you

his strong forearms easily hold down your hips to stop them from rutting into his mouth whenever he sucks you off, making you shiver with every thrust of his tongue. his dick is neglected while he goes to town, not that mikey minds at all. he knows he'll be able to go balls deep after you've cum at least once to loosen up for him

due to his strength, he'll keep you still even while you become overstimulated, the pleasure bordering on pain but he's too far gone to care - this man becomes so pussydrunk that he can barely process that he's stained all of the material in your immediate vicinity with your arousal; your pants, his shirt, the carpet and not to mention the couch or bedsheets from his erratic wiping of his fingers when they get too slippery

loves to have you bouncing on his cock - grabbing your hips until they're bruised to control the pace and depth, pushing you to take all of him inside

sometimes if you look extra delectable while attempting to reach something off of a high shelf, michael may not be able to control himself and his craving for your taste - he will bend you over with no hesitation and make out with your cunt, nose glistening in your folds as his chapped lips graze against your tdick and his chin dripping with your pre. his massive hands groping your ass as he spreads your legs for better access

the rhythmic clapping of his heavy balls slapping your sopping cock is forever engrained in his mind, sometimes resurfacing at the most inconvenient times - he will be forced to rush home in the middle of an attempted spree just to feel your body against his

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mtf hcs

mikey initially gets scared if you administer hrt yourself with a needle - he knows what happens to rowdy patients who get the needle back at the asylum. however, as he slowly notices physical changes in your body, he'll marvel at your form developing before his very eyes

michael chases the sensation of having you pressed up against him while you're wearing clothing he's gotten you

he loves you feeling pretty whenever you're on top, tucking your hair behind your ear and using his thumb to swipe his cum off your chin

he will make you do your makeup before you fuck, needing you to feel as beautiful as possible while he absolutely destroys your hole - lipgloss smeared, mascara running, hair mussed and bruises all over your hips. he views you as a goddess, so expect him to make you feel like one

when you guide him to take your balls in his mouth, he'll eagerly suckle on them then return to your tip for his reward, eager to lap up your arousal with obscene slurping noises and proud huffs of satisfaction

he has a small shrine of your panties he's borrowed, keeping the ones with the dainty floral details for 'creative inspiration'

mikey gently squeezes on the back of your neck when preparing to take you from behind - he cannot simply cum from you squirming in impatience and grinding into him, he's not even inside you yet (it would be a waste quite frankly)

as his stubble rubs you raw whenever he eats you out, prepare for the bubbling heat beneath your skin to return tenfold whenever he fucks your thighs like a madman

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sorry if writing quality dropped, this took so long lmao. art the clown is next btw, look out for that.

thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

[disgracexxx]

https://www.tumblr.com/tired-biscuit/747042048714178561/men-who-cant-help-but-slut-themselves-out-a

at first i thought of your leo with this post but then at the mention of hair my thoughts immediately switched to mikey >_<

-mycelium

一∑ Look At Me・゜・。

author’s notes: crazily enough i’ve seen that post before hehehe since you mentioned both leo & mikey i tot to myself what the heck let’s do them all! <3333 headcanon style

warnings: suggestive themes sooo be warned! i wouldn’t say nsfw but like maybe 18+ to be on the safe side?! also a bit yandere if you squint andddd unedited it’s 2:30 I’ll reread later ;3

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Raph knows he’s big. And part of him resents it. But it does have its own advantages. Eyes gravitate to him naturally for his size. Your eyes in particular are the ones he’s after. So if he knows you’re coming down to the lair later, he may get a workout in just before. To have that pump in full effect for your arrival. Even better if you decide to say hey to him while he’s working out. His muscles straining to do another bench press under your watch. Grunting out with the effort as he racks it. Sitting up to give you a breathy smile, snaggle-tooth catching on his lip.

He’s a listener for sure. Big eyes going round and soft as you call out his name. Just give him a chance, an in, to know he has a chance and he’ll start getting more obvious in his advances. Always coming up with an excuse for some contact. For you to hold onto him. His arm is out for you to take if you ever need it.

And if he feels threatened, that your attention is being soaked up by someone else. He may use his size to his advantage. Taking up the space in front of you, unable to even peer over him as he leans down, with a slight frown “Who’re you lookin’ for? Raph’s right here! I’ll help with whatever you need,”

Leo is painfully obvious when he wants attention. He is a whore for attention. He’s the face-man for a reason. When you enter the room he is the first to call out to you, already up and in your space. Depending on how close the two of you are it can be an arm slung around your shoulders, or a full on sweep-you-off-your-feet hug! He’s a tease so expect his hands to be on you regardless. Poking or tickling whenever he feels your attention fading elsewhere.

His jokes are aimed solely for you to laugh at. If he doesn’t get even a chuckle he may start pouting. If you don’t even give him an exasperated smile he may go down on his knees. Because he is that dramatic. If he’s wearing any clothes at all, they will either be so tight you can see every line of his form, or so loose you can see the skin regardless. Think suits or tank tops. Like Raph he’s not afraid to flex in front of you. Your eyes on him when he is purposefully showing off his body just goads that ego of his. You must be thinking he’s attractive right?

The type to grab your chin if he catches you ogling someone else. Tipping it up to meet his eyes as he tuts disapprovingly. “Hermosa! What else is there to look at when you have me right here? Hmmm?”

Donnie is more likely to show off his tech, achievements, and brain before he even thinks of his body. That’s what he is best at after all. He wants to show you all his accomplishments, his technological prowess. Please, please break something. He will be over at your place in a jiffy. Those hands and fingers showing off his precision and dexterity. They can be used for other things too!

The fashion sense he has is more like an add-on. Something he doesn’t even think twice about. Well maybe he put some thought into how good he would look in street wear. Dark purple and black are the color combos of his choice. But the grey sweatpants that he just throws on right before he goes to greet you? He hadn’t thought about how they hang on his hips. Nope.

Snarky comebacks are in his nature. He doesn’t do well with jealousy. “Scoff. Are your eyes seriously wandering over to that neanderthal? Should I go start the introductions?” And you better deny. Or come up with some plausible excuse so he doesn’t overthink the rest of the day away!

Mikey is spoiled with attention. He gets overloaded by all his big brothers after all. So if he is actively seeking out your attention, and isn’t getting the reception he’s used to? He’ll be a bit clingy. Like Leo, he will call out to you as soon as he sees you. No matter where or what you’re doing! Could be in a big crowd or a silent library. A big wave and a holler of your name will be the first thing he does. Then expect for him to sweep you off your feet into a crushing hug that goes on for a good couple seconds, and could last longer depending on your reaction.

He’ll cook you anything you want. He basks under your praise and compliments. If you moan, oh lord, he may not be able to stop staring at you. Eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, before he realizes himself and pushes the plate closer to you. Wanting to get that reaction from you again.

He has no problem spamming you in person and through the phone. He’ll text multiple messages without a second thought of how desperate he may seem. He’ll call if you don’t respond back in a reasonable amount of time. The logic behind that is everyone has their phone on them, at all times, just shoot him a thumbs up and he’ll feel reassured!

“Y/n what’s this?! Do you like that kind of person? I caught you staring don’t denyyyy! I thought you liked meeee! You can only like me, okay?”

[yourbestprincess]

The Shape being the bestest

SMUT, Michael Myers X Fem!reader, Breeding kink, p I v, sum cute fluff, Mikey opening up more, sweet Michael, (they both want eachother) SLIGHT hair pulling if you squint, size difference, basically smut and some cute shit. kinda proof read???

After a long day of being at home, missing Michael the entire time, you finally hear the door knob wiggle open. You’d missed him all day. You knew he wasn’t super physically affectionate sometimes, but recently he had been.

You hear him taking his shoes off by the front door, so you wait upstairs in you shared room and lie on the bed. You’re wearing one of his giant white t-shirts, black socks, and a pair of his boxers that were also way too big on you. You hear his weight on the old floor boards as he walks up the stairs, feeling ecstatic to greet him with a giant hug. Michaels hugs were always the best.

He was quite bulky and definitely huge compared to you. He creeps in the doorway, still wearing his mask and coveralls. He silently walks over to you, placing his warm hands on you, cupping your face. He lets out a sigh of relief, any noises he made would make you happy.

He never talked much at all, he could go days without talking. He only talked if he was demanding something or if he really needed your attention. But at most, it would be one or two words. He never minded you talking, knowing that was how you communicated.

He walks closer until he’s inches away from you. He makes you close your eyes by placing his hands over your eyes and gently pulling your lids down. Initially, you were confused by this, he never wanted your eyes off of him. “Michael, what’re you doing?” You ask curiously with a gently smirk. “Shhh” he whispers back. You immediately stay quiet, obeying him.

You hear his coveralls unzip and some rattling of the closet doors. What’s he doing?! You feel confused but you just let whatever’s happening to happen. After this rattling is over, you feel him tap at your shoulder, knowing that he wanted you to open your eyes now. As you flutter your eyes open, you see him in all of his glory. His pretty face, unmasked, his messy curly hair framing his face, and he’s wearing loose grey sweatpants with a wife beater.

You can tell that he’s nervous to be so vulnerable in front of you like this. Not having any of his protection to hide himself. “You’re so handsome.” You say, keeping eye contact with a soft gaze. He smirks gently and leans in to kiss you on your forehead, but he can’t help himself from indulging in a kiss with you. You both could never pass it up. He pulls away from the kiss, and tucks your hair behind your ear, making you blush and smile. You twist his curls around your finger. he’s still trying to understand how you love him even though he is such a bad person.

He picks you up, gently throwing you over his shoulder. You just accept it, because you know it isn’t going to be bad.

He takes you to his room where he works on his masks and lets you sit down on his lap as he works on them. He put down whatever tool that he was working with, to see that you fell asleep on his lap, your head resting in then crook of his neck, and your arms wrapped around his neck.

He pets your hair and hums to you as he slowly gets up in his best attempt to not wake you. When you wake up, you’re in the same position that you fell asleep in, on his lap, just now on your guys couch. You grunt as you stretch your arms out.

Michael pulls you back, gently holding a fistful of your hair, he looks at your deep in your eyes, sending chills down your spine, also making you blush. “I am yours, and you are mine.” you say, nuzzling up to him. Michael points to himself and tilts his head to the left, his soft gaze locked on you. “That’s right.” You spoke, kissing him on the cheek. “Y’know I love you Mikey?” You look at him with your puppy eyes, realizing that this is the most communicative he’s ever been with you. You hear him grunt a bit, not knowing if you pushed him too much. He nods and kisses your forehead.

You just hug him back since you’re so proud of him. He brings his lips down to you and presses kisses into your neck.

He knows that you love when he talks, he doesn’t know why, but he feels compelled to do it today.

When you first met Michael, he would never speak a word, but since you’ve known him for years now, he’s just now starting to try to form words. You know not to push him though.

He presses his lips against yours to continue the kiss. He isn’t the best at kissing, but he really does try, he loves how it feels when your soft lips touch his. You didn’t expect him to kiss you as hard as he was right now. You moan into the kiss, noticing his growing bulge beneath you.

“Mmm,” you mew into his ear. “Can feel you getting hard for me.” You continue. He lets out an almost silent “mhm”.

You lightly grind into his growing erection, hearing all the quiet whimpers he’s making. You make eye contact with each other, knowing that you both want it.

You crawl off of his lap and get down on your knees as he manspreads for you on the edge of the couch. You look up at him, eyebrows turnt upwards. He nods, letting you know that you can do what you want. You look down to see his length and girth through his grey sweatpants. (He’s 8’ long and 3 1/2’ wide) You gently tug on his waistband, slipping your fingers on the inside. You get ahold both the waistband of his sweats and boxers. As you pull down, you watch as his cock aggressively springs out of his boxers, twitching and leaking pre-cum. You gently grab his full balls out of his boxers, revealing everything.

You looked up at him and could tell that he was a little embarrassed, even though you two had done this before. You shake it off as you take your small hand and slowly pump his cock. You watch his face as he goes down and reaches for your hair. He grabs ahold of your locks and basically uses you as his personal fleshlight.

Obscene noises come out of him as you gag on his cock. You make the most lewd noises as you take him down your throat.

He slowly lets you get up from having his dick all the way in the back of your throat. He pats his lap, inviting you to sit on him. You slide off your his pre-soaked boxers and toss them aside. You crawl back onto his lap and line yourself up with his throbbing tip, already wet from your saliva.

“Ready for me?” You ask, your slick practicality dripping onto his cock at this point. He nods and places his hands firmly onto your hips, forcing you to take his girth and length in his one push.

You scream and moan but he doesn’t budge. He hums in your ear, kissing your neck while he lets you get adjusted to his size. You place your small hands on his wide shoulders and slowly rise up from his length. He grunts as he feels your slick going down his cock, dripping onto his balls.

He throws his neck back, showing you how vulnerable he allows himself to be around you. He grunts and says your name so quietly that it’s basically him mouthing it.

“Michael-,” your whimpers are cut off by him smashing his lips against yours. Both of you are moaning into each others mouths at this point.

Michael notices that your legs are starting to give out and shake, so he signals you to wrap them around him and he doesn’t have to ask you twice. Once you’re wrapped around him, he thrusts into you at an inhuman pace, bruising your cervix.

“Mikey,” you rush out. “M’ close!” Your words slur from the pure pleasure you’re getting from him.

He looks at you, staring deep into your eyes. His mouth open ever-so slightly, showing the slightest bit of emotion. Times like these make you remember how much he trusts you for him to be this vulnerable around you.

He nods his head, letting you know that he isn’t far behind you.

The room is filled with moans from you and Michael. You, screaming his name and whining as you cum all over his length. Him, grunting loudly with his raspy low voice. He shoots his hot thick cum into your cunt, filling you up as much as he physically can. He always loved the thought of breeding you.

He holds you while you’re still in his lap, his open hand goes to hold your head as you rest it against his collarbone. His other hand, already on the small of your back. He pets your hair gently as both of you bring your breathing back to its normal pace. He lifts you high enough to be able to slip his cock out of you and put it back into his sweats that are now stained because of you.

After you two come down from the adrenaline, he just lays there and holds you. He knows how tired you get after he fucks you like that. He used to just rail you and then walk out. That was when he wouldn’t take his mask off, wear anything different than his coveralls, or communicate. It took him years to be able to do any of that. But, now, he’s holding you as you fall asleep on him as you both lay down on your bed.

He carried you all the way from the couch to the bed because you couldn’t walk and he knew he needed to take care of his girl.

He presses gentle kisses onto your head every couple minutes, and eventually you stopped reacting to them. Now, knowing that you’re asleep, Michael gives you one more kiss and whispers, “I love you.” Just before falling asleep to the sound of your breathing.

[babyxbunnyx]

Comfort

Summary: The turtle bro's comfort you

Characters: Raph, Leo, Mikey

Relationship: platonic

Reader: Gender neutral

Warnings: Some demonic stuff in Leo's part

Explanations: (h/c) = hair color, (e/c) = eye color

A/N: Behold the wait is over! A follow up part of "Wish I were him" with the turtle brothers! Let me know in the comments if you want one for anyone else and feel free to request something!

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Raph:

Raph gently held (Y/N) in his arms. They thankfully calmed down. "You want me to bring you home?" The human nodded, leaning more into Raph. With that, he started walking towards the others appartment, careful to stay hidden in the shadows. Not long after they arrived at the complex, where Raph let the human down gently. "Raph..?" (Y/N)'s voise was nothing more than a soft whisper. "Can you maybe stay the night with me..? I don't want to be alone.." Raphs heart ache at how broken the usually happy human sounded. "Of course I can." Raph smiled softly. "I'll wait at your window, okay?" The (h/c) agreed and went inside, while the turtle climbed up to their window. Once (Y/N) let him inside, Raph pulled them into a soft hug. "How about we watch some of your favourite movies?" The human nodded, silently agreeing with Raph's idea. "Okay you go and change into something comfy while I'll make us some hot chocolate." With that, Raph left them to head to the kitchen. While the snapping turtle began making hot chocolate, (Y/N) changed into a red hoodie and some grey sweatpants. They put on (fav movie) and climbed into bed, getting comfortable. Not so long after, Raph came back, two cups in his hands. He sat them down on (Y/N)'s bedside table before getting comfortable next to the human. (Y/N) shyly cuddled up to the taller one, making the him look over to them. "Is that okay..?" they asked, not wanting to make Raph feel uncomfortable. "Of course it is (Y/N) don't worry about it." He smiled and felt the other relax against him. They watched a few movies in silence, enjoying each others company. "Thanks for being here Raph." (Y/N) mumbled quietly, making Raph smile. "I'll always be there for you (Y/N)."

Leo:

Leo held the shaking human tightly in his arms. He hated his twin for how blind he was towards (Y/N)'s feelings. He held back a growl while the (h/c) individual calmed down. "Hey (Y/N)? Which place did you always want to visit?" The human hummed, thinking for a second. "I always wanted to go to London.. or to the place they filmed the Conjuring movies.." Leo nodded to himself. "You're on springbreak right?" (Y/N) nodded, confused about the questions. "Great. We'll go pack some stuff and be off to both London and that house you want to visit." He smiled softly as the (e/c) looked up at him with excitment in their eyes

"REALLY?! I thought you didn't like spooky stuff?" They asked, excitment rushing through their veins. "Well.. I don't really like it but I know you do and someone has to protect you in case of a demon attack." He smirked, regretting his decicion to agree to the Conjuring house. "What are we waiting for then?! Lets go!!" (Y/N) jumped up, nothing left from the sobbing mess they were a few minutes ago. Leo quickly opened a portal to (Y/N)'s appartment, following them through. He was quick to help the human pack some stuff. "So? Where do you wanna go first?" Without hesitation, (Y/N) awnsered. "The Conjuring house!!" They giggled, while Leo opened a portal there with a sigh. Both of them walked through. "Alright so.. you'll do what ever you need to do while I wait in the woods. Once you're alone you can open a window and give me a sign so I know I can get in." (Y/N) nodded, rushing over to the house and inside. While the human signed a few papers, Leo waited in the woods. He already hated it but as long as it made you happy he would be okay.

He didn't have to wait for too long until (Y/N) opened a window and looked around. He left his hideout, waving to the other before climbing in. "Look Leo!! I was able to borrow a Rem Box* and some flashlights!!" (Y/N) exitidly showed him the items. "Great." He smiled. "Where do you want to explore first?" He started to have a bad feeling as the other began to smirk. "The owners warned me to not go into the basement alone. So we're obviously starting down there." Leo's eyes grew wide. "Are you crazy?!" The (h/c) nodded before heading towards their destination. The basement.

Leo clung to (Y/N)'s hand, flinching at every sound. "Alright, little baby." The human said in a teasing tone. "You'll have to let go of my hand so I can prepare the equitment." Leo didn't seem happy as he let go of the others hand. "I'm not a baby.." he mumbled while (Y/N) placed the Rem Pod in the middle of the room. They calibrated it before placing down the flashlights on the floor. As soon as they were done, Leo was back at their side. The (e/c) took a deep breath, before starting to speak. "Is there anything down here that wants to talk to us? If yes you can tap the flashlights or the Rem Pod." A few seconds after they finished, both flashlights turned on and the Rem Pod began peeping like crazy. While Leo looked like he may pee himself, (Y/N) got exited. "Thank you." (Y/N) continued asking questions until they heard a loud noice, starteling the human and making the turtle freak out. "Thats it I'm getting out of here!!" Before Leo could run, he was thrown against a wall. He groaned, rubbing his head. "We will leave you now! You are not welcome to follow us!" (Y/N) quickly grabbed Leo and ran upstairs with him. They tried to open the door only for it to be locked. Leo cursed under his breath before opening a portal. Both of them quickly went through, landing back in New York. "I will never agree on that kind of stuff again." Leo said, a horriefied look in his eyes. (Y/N) hugged him tightly, trying to hold back a giggle. "But there are so many places out there and I need my big strong turtle friend to protect me." They looked up, faking a pout, making Leo sigh. "Fine.. just not that house anymore."

(*explenation)

Mikey:

Mikey held (Y/N) close to him, waiting patiently till the shaking stopped. "Hey (Y/N)?" The human hummed softly, looking up at the turtle. "You said you wanted to redecor your room right? I have a few paint cans in my room. We can do that now!" Mikey's eyes sparkled. "But I don't know what colors or overall how to do it Mikey." The human softly smiled. "I was thinking about a soft blue with some daisys. It would suit your personality, acts calming and it will go well with your furniture!" The human thought about it for a second before nodding. "That sounds amazing. You'll go grab the paint, I'll start moving my furniture away from the walls?" Mikey nodded. "Sounds like a plan. I'll see you in a bit!" With that, he ran off, leaving (Y/N) alone. They got up and quickly went back home.

Once Mikey came back with the paint and all the furniture was in the middle of the room, they started with a light blue. Mikey decided to surprise the human with the ceiling, so once the walls were covered in blue he send (Y/N) off to grab some snacks from the gas station. This gave him enough time to cover the ceiling in a wonderfull night sky. He drew on (fav star constelation) before he looked over it with a proud smile. He taped a few plastic covers over it to prevent the color from dripping and to cover it up.

Not too long after, (Y/N) came back and they drew a daisy covered field at the bottom of each wall. They went in the kitchen, eating the snacks the human bought and waited for the paint to dry. They talked about art and what Mikey's next projects were and what Collage (Y/N) was planning to go to. They talked for hours, before they decidet to move the furniture back to their original places.

They quickly begann to do that and after 30 minutes every piece of furniture was back at its place. Mikey cleared his throat. "So while you were at the gas station, I decidet to paint your ceiling.." he smiled nervously before he took off the plastic covers. The human stared up, unable to stay anything for a moment. The turtle grew nervous, feeling anxiety rise in him. "Oh my god I love it Mikey! You even rememberd my favourite constellation! Thank you so much!!" The (h/c) rushed over and hugged Mikey, causing the orange loving turtle to sigh relieved. "I'm glad you like it. I thought it might go very well with the design of the walls." He smiled, holding (Y/N) close.

[geralts-yenn]

Ah, I'm late again.... This whole series is so ridiculously adorable and every time I think you couldn't make it cuter you manage to do exactly this!

Mike in scrubs! Please, why do you do this to me? I love it 🥺

“Ma! Why?” Mike exclaims, furiously flapping his arms at his mom. It doesn’t make her go away. Maybe because his mom isn’t a pigeon, you’ll never know.

Why is this man boy so adorable when he acts like he is twelve? 🥰

“Oh, he didn’t have his priorities straight… None of them do at that age,” Demi makes a less-than-subtle gesture that means something along the line of ‘boobs’, directly at you. The face Mike makes when she does is so absolutely priceless that you can’t help but laugh out loud – something Mike himself doesn’t seem to appreciate too much.

Well, it's Mikey, right? At least he must have noticed that boobies aren't everything!

“Unless, of course, your mom pulls up some embarrassing photos of you as a kid. Now that would be a disaster.” You shoot a hopeful glance his mom’s way. “Bonus points if he’s naked!” Demi adds, seemingly without scruples about poking fun at her nephew.

until you reach one you can only describe as a shameless thirst trap. It’s Mike, lying on his bed with a fluffy bunch of kittens in his lap. Sounds normal enough? Well, he’s in a pair of tight-fitting grey sweatpants and also not wearing a shirt… Why have you never seen this before?

A-DO-RA-BLE ! ! ! I need more! 🥺

Cat cafe

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: Mike invited you to a cafe you've been meaning to visit for a while.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fluff. More fluff. Then some more fluff. And some more parents and definitely an embarrassing-ish situation or two. Also yes we're definitely still cockblocking poor Mikey.

If you like this fic, please let me know 🥰 and reblog so that others may see it too! <3

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“Mikey?”

“You sound surprised, but I told you to meet me here, so that can’t be it...” he replies, a big smile on his face as he puts his arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah, but you’re in scrubs. Why?” you ask as you take another step into the café. It’s very hard not to get sidetracked by the sight of Mike in scrubs, because man… he looks hot.

“Clever, Michael.” You immediately recognize the woman speaking as Mike's mom. “Very clever.”

“Am I in trouble?” he pouts at his mother, who laughs, shakes her head, and tells him he's not in any more trouble than he was before. “Damn, Sweetcheeks, I think she likes you.”

“I wouldn't know, Mike, I haven't exactly been introduced...” His mom sighs as she puts the cat she was holding back on the floor of the room you're in and walks to the woman behind the counter to discuss something.

“Mike, I really need some context about all of this,” you laugh as you try to ignore the screaming cat by your feet – or rather, on your feet. Mike steps back in the nick of time when you bend to pick your new furry friend up, or you would have ended up in a somewhat awkward situation.

“Alright, Mom’s been telling me to take a break for about an hour, now, so we can sit down…” He guides you to a table and turns to the woman his mom is talking to – she seems to be the owner of the place. “Demi, do you happen to have some coffee and cheesecake left?”

“For my favorite vet? Always!” she replies, getting to work immediately after Mike orders your drinks.

“Demi’s blueberry cheesecake is the best,” he says in such a serious tone that you believe him immediately. “That’s Nala, by the way.” He points at the furry little monster in your lap.

“What are you doing here? Why am I interrupting your workday?” you laugh as you watch another cat climb on Mike’s shoulder.

“I’m still grounded for another week,” he shrugs, “but I wanted to see you again, and…”

“You saw her yesterday!” his mom says as she walks over to your table holding a tray with drinks and plates of cheesecake that really does look like it might just be the best. You immediately notice there’s four cups and four plates… Sure enough, his mom and Demi join you.

“Ma! Why?” Mike exclaims, furiously flapping his arms at his mom. It doesn’t make her go away. Maybe because his mom isn’t a pigeon, you’ll never know.

“Because this isn’t a date, Michael,” she replies sternly and with a challenging smile on her face. “Because you are still grounded.”

“Sorry if this was a totally crazy idea,” Mike says as he turns to you again. “I wanted to show you this place, and I was going to be here anyway… Annual checkups. It’s easier for us to come down here than it is for Demi to drag all of these cats to the clinic, so… Hi, baby.” You can’t suppress a chuckle when you hear his voice and watch his eyes light up when one of the cats jumps in his lap. “No, that’s my cheesecake. No, mine.”

“Not a crazy idea at all!” you say as you look around the café, in search of more cats. “Do these guys just live here?”

“Yep.” Mike explains that there are twelve of them – some of which are currently hidden on the next floor because they feel like they’ve been treated very unjustly by two very mean doctors – and they’re all looking for permanent homes.

“Mike had a job here at the very beginning of the year,” Demi teases, “but Jess made him quit when he spent all of dinner begging to adopt a new one after every single shift.”

“Don’t blame me! Look at this face!” Mike holds the cat in his lap up – you don’t know what’s cuter; the calico or Mike himself. Oh, who are you kidding? Of course it’s Mike! Wait, no. You mean ‘cat’. Or do you? “You’re not even looking at him!”

“Oh, I’m looking at two very cute faces.” The words are out before you even realize you’ve opened your mouth. “Sorry.”

“Sweetheart, please,” his mom laughs, “I already like you better than his ex!”

“Mom!”

“Oh, he didn’t have his priorities straight… None of them do at that age,” Demi makes a less-than-subtle gesture that means something along the line of ‘boobs’, directly at you. The face Mike makes when she does is so absolutely priceless that you can’t help but laugh out loud – something Mike himself doesn’t seem to appreciate too much.

“Aunt Demi!” Wait, aunt Demi? How are you somehow meeting half of Mike’s family right now? “I made a horrible mistake,” he sighs while dropping his head in his hands – both his mom and his aunt confirm that, yes, he indeed made the worst mistake ever.

“It’s not so bad, Mikey,” you laugh as you reach for his arm. “Unless, of course, your mom pulls up some embarrassing photos of you as a kid. Now that would be a disaster.” You shoot a hopeful glance his mom’s way.

“Bonus points if he’s naked!” Demi adds, seemingly without scruples about poking fun at her nephew.

“We just digitized some old photo albums this weekend!” his mom exclaims happily as she grabs her phone from the table. While Mike begs his mom to stop embarrassing him in front of ‘the girl he really likes’ – yes, he says that. Out loud. To his mom. Right in front of you. – you pay attention to the cat that’s still happily curled up in your lap.

“God, I could just take you home,” you say to Nala as you run your fingers through her long, fluffy fur. She’s soft and adorable, with her tiny squishy face and little toe beans that make you want to squeal.

“You can,” Demi says, “as I said before; they’re all up for adoption.” Whoops. Unfortunately, your dorm doesn’t allow pets – not that you could afford a cat, so it’s a moot point.

“Demi does amazing work here,” Mike interjects when he’s given up on trying to convince his mom to put her phone away, “giving so many of these little guys a home. We do the checkups for free, too, which helps.” He keeps talking about the café for a bit, while shooting nervous glances at his mom, who is still scrolling through her phone.

“How are the turtles?” you ask when he’s run out of things to say. Mike smiles when he feels your leg brush against his, and immediately turns the small gesture into an elaborate game of footsie.

“They’re doing great! Didn’t I completely spam you with pictures over the past weeks?” There’s a look of confusion on his face.

“Oh, nowhere near enough!” you say, and Mike’s aunt and mom can’t suppress their laughter.

“Serious improvement, Mikey,” Demi mutters to Mike just loud enough for you to be able to hear. Just how horrible was the last girl? Oh well.

“They’re even more annoying now that they’ve discovered they can climb on most things. They would all like to live in my hoodie – little Mikey kind of does, he just refuses to leave me alone.” He shows you a picture of himself in a black hoodie, with a tiny, fluffy, red tail poking out of the front pocket. He lets you scroll through the photos for a bit, and you squeal with every new one – until you reach one you can only describe as a shameless thirst trap. It’s Mike, lying on his bed with a fluffy bunch of kittens in his lap. Sounds normal enough? Well, he’s in a pair of tight-fitting grey sweatpants and also not wearing a shirt… Why have you never seen this before? And if he didn’t take this to send it to you… Why did he take it? And who did he send it to?

“Eh?” you ‘ask’ as you turn the phone back to him.

“What?” It’s Mike, so it’s entirely plausible he’s just that clueless… Shit! You’re too late to turn the screen off – or at least away from Demi, whose prying eyes have now seen… well, that. Luckily, she doesn’t say anything – she just rolls her eyes. “Want me to send you this one?”

His eyes light up in that mischievous way that you love, but you can’t let him know that, because you’re mad at him for putting you in this position. What are you supposed to say? ‘Sure’? Wait… That might actually work.

“Oh, so you want this, huh?” he continues teasing.

“Yeah, the turtles look fucking cute in it,” you say without thinking, feeling absolutely beyond mortified when Mike’s smile widens even further.

“Oh, so it’s about the cats, after all?” Yep, you have to give it to him; he got you. And since you don’t like that one bit, you lightly kick him in the shins. “Hey!” Despite his – obviously fake – objections, he still sends you the photo. The kittens do look very cute in it, but Mike… He definitely takes the cake.

“So, one more week of coffee dates while you’re at work?” you ask as Mike walks you to your car. He nods, clearly unhappy with the situation.

“Sorry again for not telling you my mom would be there today.” He smiles, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It’s okay, I actually had a really great time.” You wrap your arms around him, pulling him in, not ready to say goodbye to him yet. “Especially when your mom came through with those pictures.” None of them had been embarrassing – although you’re fairly sure Mike would disagree. They’d just been a bunch of pictures of Mike as a cute, smiley kid with the most adorable dimples, holding or affectionately staring at various animals - often both.

“That was…” “The sweetest thing, Mike. She did you a favor, trust me.” To drive your point home, you lean in to kiss him. It’s probably a little too affectionate for broad daylight, but who gives a damn! You’re crazy about him.

[lalunanymph]

CARETAKER — S. HARUCHIYO

syp -> your husband proves himself to be a very difficult patient, indeed

cw -> sick sanzu (he’s physically sick and not like… mentally), exasperated fem!reader, suggestive content, fluff, mild nurse roleplay, soft smut that turns sorta feral at the end & then back to soft again, non-harmful threats, mentions of bodily fluids (snot), mentions of food, mentions of Xanax, established marriage, soft!sanzu, sanzu is a whornee pos but he’s your whorenee pos, dirty talk, petnames (sweetheart, pretty little wifey, babe, baby), “good boy” used once, breeding kink, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, the temperature is in celsius bc this is not an american household

wc -> 3k+

“Baby, believe me—please. I’m fine.”

That was what your eccentric, dangerous but goofy husband had told you before he attempted to step foot out of the house with a raging temperature at an alarming 37.5°C.

Of course you had to be the one to forcefully stick the thermometer under his tongue when he woke up. To be the one to speak reason to him (“I don’t think you’re in top shape to execute anybody today, babe”) and to try and shift his focus on something other than his organisation.

The truth of the matter was that despite his loyalty and meticulous attention to other people’s needs, Sanzu was anything but cooperative when it came to his own well being.

Sure, he would serve Mikey till his heart stopped and give his limbs to Bonten if they asked. But for his own health? 

Heaven forbid he fell sick because apparently—

“Only losers get sick,” he sniffed in a thick tone; voice congealed with phlegm. 

You sighed, setting down your book you were halfway reading onto the sofa.

Scrutinizing him from head to toe, you couldn’t help but smother a smile. His brilliant blue eyes were watery, the tip of his nose red and there was a sluggish way to his movements that contrasted vividly with his charisma. 

Not even giving him a chance to weasel his way out of it, you took his phone, easily evading his lumbering grasps and dialled the first number at the top.

“Mikey-san? Yeah, it’s Y/N. Haru can’t come in for the next few days. He’s sick. Oh—hmm. Okay. Thanks and you have a good morning, too.” 

Ending the call, you were confronted by Haruchiyo’s signature pout whenever he did not get what he wanted. “Baby,” he whined, moving towards you to tug at your sleeve. “Why’d you have to do that? I’m totally fine. In fact, I’m at my p-peak—p-peak—” his sneeze could have shaken the walls, and you grimaced. 

“Please do that in a tissue next time. Oh, and Mikey wished you a speedy recovery.”

“Did he now?” Perking up, his grin disappeared at your next words.

“No. He put the phone down on me after I said you were sick.” 

Seeing his pout return, you rushed to amend your words. “But I’m sure the sentiment stands! He must think it’s not that serious.”

Sniffing, he gave you a bright grin. “I told you! I’m at my peak healthb.”

You pause. “I’m not sure I can believe you when you can’t even pronounce ‘health’ correctly.”

He frowned. “Healthb.” The words were stumped by his blocked nose. “Healthb. H-ealthb. Whatever, it’s a hard word to say, anyway.” 

Sighing, you passed him a tissue, and when he refused to take it, you had to squish his cheeks with one hand and stand on your tiptoes to wipe his dripping nose. “Seriously, Haru,” you huffed. “What are you? Six?” 

“—And a half inches, yeah,” he giggled at your eye roll. 

“Come on,” you sighed and tried to sway this tall man-child towards the bedroom. “Put your feet up. I’ll make you some soup.”

“Aww, wifey’s taking care of me!” he exclaimed in mock giddiness, enjoying your mild exasperation. 

You gave him a look. “Go and remove your suit before I slip some Xanax in that chicken broth and do it for you.” 

Dutifully, he listened to you, reemerging a moment later in a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt. You barely looked up from stirring the pot when you felt his arms twine around your waist. His sharp chin resting your shoulder and his cheek pressed to your neck, you don’t think much of it when he kisses down your jaw. 

Haruchiyo has always been someone who adored physical touch and this was his way of showing you his affection. But, what you didn’t expect was his calloused fingers dipping past the waistband of your elastic shorts to trace soft patterns on your mound. His lazy touch spreading your lips apart and finding your clit. You stiffened when he started to rub gentle circles on it, his tongue licking a broad strip up the column of your neck right to your earlobe.

Swallowing another sigh, you flicked his hands away and nudged him off your body by pushing against his broad chest. 

“Enough, Haru. You’re sick and you need to rest.”

Not even his pout that thinned those pretty diamond scars on his lips could sway you. 

“What if I seduced you?” he purred—or attempted to. You couldn’t keep your eyes off a line of snot running down his nose.

“Then, I suggest you’d want to wipe your nose first before you do that.” 

Your husband sniffled and left the kitchen in a huff. You were putting the finishing touches on his soup when you heard him call for you from the bedroom.

“Yes, babe?” 

When you received no reply, it spurred you to rush to him, worried that something had happened. Only to find Sanzu on your bed, shirtless and wagging his eyebrows at you. His pink hair was tousled and his grin was bright. 

“Now doesn’t this make you want to jump my bones, sweetheart?” 

You gave his lithe body a once-over. In normal circumstances, you would’ve leapt (figuratively and literally) on this opportunity to sleep with your husband. But, his reddened cheeks and glassy eyes gave you pause. 

Rushing to cover him up before he could catch a cold, you said, “You know what else is super sexy, baby? Layers. Lots and lots and lots of layers.”

He swatted your hands away when you tried to wrap him up in a soft blanket. “I’m raring to go, babe—I’m fine,” he promised. 

But, you could barely believe him when his forehead was burning up. “I don’t have sex with sick people.”

“Lucky for you, I’m, like, not sick.”

You shook your head and left the room. Sanzu could be so stubborn when he wanted to be and it was wearing you down. 

“Oh, babyyyy.”

What now? You groaned softly and trudged back to his room with a tray filled with a bowl of soup, some plain toast and an isotonic drink.

This time, he was fully naked. You yelped and scrunched your eyes closed, quickly setting the tray down on the bedside table before it could topple to the floor and make a mess. 

“Haru!” 

“I’m starting to sense that this hospital’s nurses don’t really give good service,” he attempted to put on a seductive tone that was marred by his voice breaking off at the end. “Should I give the board a complaint? Or does nurse Y/N want to take matters into her own hands… before it’s too late?” 

You levelled him a glare. This absolutely infuriating man. 

There was no stopping Sanzu when he was dead set on having his way. Stupid gangster stubborness and stupid flu, you cursed. Your resolve was slowly weakening when you lifted your eyes to the ceiling and back towards his hopeful face. 

“Haru-san, I don’t want to get in trouble because you’re my patient, but if you show me that you’re a good boy—” you sat next to him on the edge of the bed, bringing the warm bowl in your hands. “—by eating well and drinking all your fluids, then I may be persuaded to… change my methods of prescription.” 

That devious grin grew deeper. “Okay!” He gathered the blankets close to cover his bare lower body and snuggled closer to you. 

Despite being so much taller and bigger than you, your husband wormed into the circle of your embrace so his head was cradled by your left arm, careful not to jostle the bowl of goodness you had made just for him. “But I still need to be sold on the service—feed me, nurse Y/N.”

Unable to help yourself, you leaned down and pecked his forehead. “This patient is really demanding,” you muttered, but spooned some of the thick broth and blew on it lightly before bringing it to his lips. Sanzu slurped on the soup obediently, praising you for your cooking and making you blush. 

Once he had eaten his food and drank his fill, you stopped his wandering hands and said, “Haru-san, you need to take your medication first.”

“Oh?” he hummed. “And what reward will I get if I do that?” 

This was worse forcing your pet cat to take her pills. At least Fluffy couldn’t speak.

Sanzu was proving to be a difficult patient, indeed. 

Barely even concealing your exasperation, you removed yourself from his arms with a tantalising promise of, “You’ll see, okay?” 

He let you go and you returned a few minutes later with a cup of warm water and pills. Ingesting them all with barely a complaint, your excuses were running short when he turned those impatient baby blues towards you.

“Nurse Y/N,” he murmured, blinking at you with faux innocent doe-eyes. “I believe we had an agreement, right?” 

You didn’t have the heart to tell your husband ‘no’ especially when he looked this eager. And a part of you would not admit—but it felt good to be needed by him. It had been awhile since you could truly enjoy Sanzu’s presence at home because he was always busy with missions and Bonten. 

Look at the bright side. These few days would be a respite from Japan’s dark underbelly where you both could just dote on the other. 

Smiling softly, you straddled his lap and tugged at the hem of your shirt. Lifting it over your head, your husband groaned at the sight of your naked breasts, greedy hands cupping and palming them. Those sharp pinches and pulls to your hardening nubs never failed to get your pussy slick. You bit your lip and squirmed in the seat of his lap.

“Haru—”

A hiss was torn from your throat when he bent forward and squished your tits together, leaving kitten licks on your nipples and suckling on them lightly until you were warming up to his touch. Sanzu latched his mouth to one turgid nub and glanced up at you, humming around the mouthful of plush flesh. You carded your fingers through his pink locks, brushing a stray bang from his forehead. 

He smirked and removed his mouth from the puckered nub. “Wow, good news—I’m already starting to feel better, Nurse Y/N.” 

Your giggle was stolen along with your breath when he pushed you down onto your back. Spreading your thighs to position himself in between them, you moaned when he trailed wispy kisses up your shoulder, digging his teeth into the delicate skin of your neck. You gasped at the sharp bite of pain that was hard enough to draw blood. Sanzu’s tongue danced over the wound and you whimpered when he locked his arms around your smaller figure in an amorous embrace, leaning forward to kiss you softly.

Slim fingers made quick work of your shorts and tossed them to the floor. Circling your wet entrance with those dexterous digits, you shuddered when he played with your clit, cooing at how soaked you were just for him. His good little girl.

Two nimble fingers slipped into you, curling in a come-hither motion that grazed your sweet spot. You mewled and buried your face in his chest, wanting—no needing—every bit of friction your husband was giving you. 

One second you were underneath him, and the next, you were on top, using his shoulders as leverage while Sanzu sank you down onto his throbbing cock. Your hips stuttered, trying to take his thin but long length all the way into your creamy depths. Your husband had to coax your pussy to stretch around him by rubbing tight circles on your clit. Getting you to moan and clamp down on his cock. 

You rode him gently while he played with your nipples, content to flick them lazily; pinch and twist those nubs until they were hard as tiny pebbles, enjoying how your breathing was steadily growing more laboured by the second. 

He wasn’t content to leave you this horny and breathless. Nope. The edge of insanity was where he wanted to take you. Sanzu pried your cunt lips apart, his thumb moving to tease your clit as you cried out above him. 

Like that, baby? He was a vision below you; pink hair fanning across the pillows, blue eyes hazy with lust, locked on every jiggle of your tits as your hips slammed against his. 

Pulling his face close to your beating heart, your gasp was twofold from his quick thrust to your golden spot and also how hot his skin felt under your palm. 

“H-Haru—we need to s-stop,” how you managed to get that out as your husband was drilling into you from below was a miracle in itself. “You’re burning up!” 

He merely grunted. “‘Course I’m burning up—got my pretty little wifey bouncing all my cock s’like that perfect pussy was made all for me—oh, fuck—god you’re so beautiful…”

You don’t get to refute his words when he twists you back onto the sheets, his cock ramming into you at a pace that reduced you to a moaning mess, panting out his name and nothing else. Locking your ankles to your head so that your body was literally folded into half, Sanzu was brutal with his ministrations, leaving you hiccuping and sobbing that it was all too much. 

“Too much, huh? S’not a valid reason, baby.” There were times during frantic fucking sessions when Sanzu’s other personality—the one well-endowed with methods of torture and merciless killings—would come out and brutally clamp down on your whimpers and moans for him to go slower. 

Or, excuses, as he liked to call them.

It was a miracle how his body was still capable of fucking into you like a raging bull while simultaneously fighting off an infection. 

“Who knows,” he slurred, heady on the sensation of your pussy spasming around his length. “Might get you all preggie, round and pretty with my babies during these—ngh—few days.”

All you could do was mewl and fix your teary eyes on him that spoke volumes of the pleasure he was forcing you to take. Your orgasm built and crested in you like a relentless wave, and your hips twitched violently; the pleasure washing over you and stealing every last bit of your composure. You cry out his name to the high heavens as if it would get the deities to soften his sudden cruel compulsion to mark you with his cum.

Sanzu brought you into his arms, tangling your lips together with his in a sloppy kiss that had your toes curling. Sitting you down on his lap, he continued to fuck into you, enjoying how you were whimpering into his open mouth while hot spurts never ceased to fill you up. 

Overly-sensitised, you mewled at the sensation of his long lashes fluttering against your cheekbone when he pulled his wet cock out from your swollen and cum-filled hole.

Your gentle husband was back when he peppered whispery kisses all over your face, scooping you into his arms and laying you by his side. Fingers twining with yours, he sniffled and you were reminded of what had gotten you both into this mess in the first place.

Frowning, you touched his forehead again to find it even hotter than before. “God, Haru—you’re insufferable.”

He snickered, but allowed you to baby him, sipping the isotonic drink you passed to him with a wolfish grin. “Your pussy is magical, baby. I’m already healed. Thanks.” 

A snort broke free from your strict façade. Sanzu smiled at the sound and pinched your cheek fondly. 

“Thank you, though,” he said, sincere this time. Only for the tender moment to get shot down when he retorted, “If you fall sick after this—or with a belly full of babies—I’ll make sure to shower you with the same amount of TLC and more. S’a oath, sweetheart.”

How could you be mad or aghast at his words when your husband made such sweet promises of returning the favor?

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Those Eyes: Rise! Leo x OC

Author’s notes:

This is a story I’ve been envisioning for a few months now and I wanna share it. I hope you guys like it :) some notes though:

-the OC’s name is Lala.

-She’s black with an Afro that covers her eyes.

-This is a black person writing a black person so Ik what I’m talking about, I promise.

-I will draw her at one point to give a better idea of what she looks like (^^)

Warning: Mild Language

• • •

Lala’s P.O.V.

I take a long, deep breath, overlooking the city I grew up in.

New York City.

The Big Apple.

So popular yet so infamous.

I truly do love my city. I do. But so much has happened to me—by me—here that now I can hardly stand living in it. All I need is an escape away from everything and everyone: the Foot and their plans to bring back the Shredder, mutants running all over the place, Baron Draxum who’s just decided to work with them suddenly, all of it.

Although they’ve always looked out for me, I can’t subscribe to their lifestyle; their obsession with this “Shredder”. Everything was fine until then.

I stare down at my calloused hands and sigh again.

I don’t want to be a part of this anymore.

Suddenly, I hear something. It’s faint and quick —almost undetectable, but I know someone or something is there. Raising to my feet slowly, I peer over my shoulder and see paper ninjas and other foot recruits staring straight back at me.

“I’m not going back yet.” I say sternly. “Why can’t I spend a few hours by myself for once?”

The soldiers all look at each other for a second before one pipes up, “The Lieutenant wants to see you. He thinks you’re ready for the ritual.”

I shrug. “Cassandra wants it more. Give it to her.”

The soldiers again look at each other in confusion. Of course they didn’t know her name. No one knows anyone’s name except for mine. That’s always pissed me off. They hire new recruits and leave it at that. No names, no origins, no nothing. Just bored people trying to be involved in things they don’t understand.

“I said no.”

With that, I leap off the roof and sprint away. The soldiers quickly follow behind me, but I make my way into Chinatown where it’s not as busy this time of night, but tourists are still there eating and talking about the beauty and history New York holds. If only they knew the half of it.

I nonchalantly take a blue hoodie with the word “Cabbage” written on it in fancy Cantonese characters and slip it on as I only have a grey sports bra and black baggy sweatpants on.

“Hey!” A man yells, “You pay! No take!”

“Shit,” I swear under my breath and book it down the strip and into an alley where I camp out until I think he’s gone.

But once again, I hear the familiar rustling. I look up to see the paper soldiers rain down and corner me.

“Leave me alone!” I shout and put my fists up as I left my Yari (Japanese spear) at my apartment. “You’re all crazy! Get the hell away from me!”

Just as the paper soldiers leap toward me, they turn back into the confetti they once were. I fall and land on my rear in surprise.

I knew I was The Chosen.

This idea is quickly scrapped when I see the true culprit. I can’t make him out at first until he takes a couple steps toward me and offers a hand.

It’s a mutant.

*Third Person*

*An Hour Earlier*

“Leo, stop messing around and start distracting.” Raph facepalmed as his brother took a selfie with the flame-headed foot soldiers in the background.

The turtles had seen the two in a museum looking around seemingly with intent to steal another piece of the Shedder’s armor.

“Relax,” Leo dragged out the “a”, “I got this.”

He dropped down through the open skylight and landed awkwardly enough to trip and fall into a statue. The statue teetered until it fell as well, shattering into a million pieces.

“That’s good enough, I guess.” Donnie said, earning a snicker from Mikey.

The flame-heads spun around, the shorter one piping up, “It’s the turtles! We have to make this quick.”

The other flame-head nodded and faced Leo as his companion speedily and intricately folded three pieces of paper to form paper soldiers before running in the direction of the armor piece.

“Looks like I’m on the knight shift. Get it? Knight shift.” The blue clad turtle hinted at the knight statues as he chuckled to himself.

Ignoring his comments, the paper soldiers and flame-head rushed him. Leo swung his Ōdachi at the soldier to his immediate left and it fizzled into a familiar paper confetti. One of the paper soldiers landed a kick against his plastron. Leo slid back only to charge at the remaining two, them also being sliced into confetti.

The flame-head interlocked his fingers and raised them above his head in an attempt to pound the turtle into the ground. Leo dodged the attack and kicked the soldier in the jaw, forcing the flame-head to stagger backwards, but it’s mere seconds before the foot soldier hit the turtle with a devastating blow to the chest. Leo is shot back into wooden boxes full of ancient artifacts.

When he looked around for something to keep the flame-head distracted, Leo got a bright idea for a diversion and a pun. While the flame-head ran at him, Leo stood up behind a tall wooden box.

“Alright, I think it’s about time we—” he kicked the box containing a mummy toward his foe, “—wrap this up!”

Both the mummy and flame-head fell to the ground, the open box trapping them both inside.

Leo, again, snickered to himself, “Nailed it.”

“Leo!” Raph piped up in his ear piece. “He’s getting away!”

The turtle soon saw the shorter foot soldier running across the glass ceiling, something dark yet reflective cradled underneath his arm.

He made his way up and out of the museum, closely following behind the thief.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Mikey shouted as he and his other brothers caught up with Leo. He flung his Kusari-Fundō at the enemy, catching him as he attempted to cross another building. The armor piece fell into the alleyway below.

“I got it!” Leo announced before landing in the alleyway a little less awkwardly. He picked up the armor piece that looked like part of a crown or helmet. The blue clad turtle shrugged and began to make his way back to the rooftop until he heard someone yell.

“You’re all crazy! Get the hell away from me!” A woman’s voice rang into the night.

Leo soon spotted a dark skinned girl surrounded by paper soldiers. He glanced back at the rooftop to see if his brothers had also heard the commotion, but they were nowhere in sight.

The turtle soon charged for the soldiers and shredded the soldiers before they could acknowledge his presence.

He placed the blunt end of his sword against his shoulder and turned towards the girl with an outstretched hand. “Never fear, Leon’s here.” He quipped, but is soon shut up when the girl lifted her Afro from in front of her eyes and stares at him.

“Thank you.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Leo was instantly taken aback by her visage. Her face adorned light freckles and a beauty mark above her left eyebrow. Her skin was clear—not a single bump or blemish. But what captivated Leo was her eyes. They were a light chocolatey brown, but they contained so much depth. Leo could feel how she felt and see things the way she did. He felt her fear and anxiety from the attack, but also the graciousness of being saved. He felt like he really knew her and that made his heart thump in his chest.

She was cute.

After what felt like hours, he broke from the spell he was under and retreated to the rooftops.

Shit, how long was I staring at her? He thought to himself as he regrouped with his brothers. It couldn’t have been that long, no way. She was staring back at me so it wasn’t that weird… was it?

“Earth to Leo,” Mikey waved a hand in front of his older brother’s face. “Are you good? What happened down there?”

Leo shook his head and masked with a mischievous grin. “Only saved a girl from some paper soldiers while you guys fooled around with Forehead Flambé. You know. Hero stuff.”

His brothers rolled their eyes before they began their journey back home. But that girl stayed in Leo’s mind.

Who was that?

Why were The Foot after her?

Why had her looks stuck him like that?

Most importantly, what was the probability in seeing her again?

• • •

I hope you guys liked this first chapter! Let me know if you want this to continue because I have a lot planned for this fanfic!

Stay safe and in good health!

-ℍ𝕒𝕟𝟟𝕒🫶🏾

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I am Your Future, I am Your Past: Chapter 11

A Roswell New Mexico Soulmate AU

A/N: There’s a lot of talking in this chapter but these conversations needed to happen. The feels are strong here along with some mild smut

Read on AO3 // Chapter 1

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Yelling halted his movements.

“Jesus Christ Michael! Are you trying to give us a heart attack?”

“Are you crazy? Why would you answer the door like that. You’re going to hurt someone.”

Liz and Isobel stood there, hands over their chests in a comically similar fashion. The tension left Michael’s shoulders, though he still glanced around the two women to make sure no one else was there.

“Sorry. Had a bit of a string of bad luck recently,” he said dryly. He stepped to the side to let them in. “What are you guys doing here anyway?”

“Alex called to tell me you were in the hospital. I told Max and by extension Liz but when we went to visit you had already left. We just took a guess at which house it would be,” Isobel explained. Michael shook his head.

“Right. Well as you can see, I’m fine. Nothing serious.” He gestured to his bruised body. Not that they could see it except for his face. “Did you at least bring food? Alex has none,” he said to Liz.

“What am I, Door Dash?” Michael chuckled at her annoyance though she didn’t appear truly upset.

The three of them sat themselves around the coffee table on the couches and chair. Isobel watched him with a raised eyebrow, as though she was expecting him to talk about what really happened. He glanced over at Liz. Isobel sighed.

“She knows. Max told her.” Liz smiled at him somewhat sadly. He hated that. That look of pity.

“So much for keeping the circle small,” he said. Isobel just shrugged. It’s not like he was mad. He figured she would be brought in eventually. But that just puts another person Alex cared about in danger.

“Look I know you don’t know me that well but I had to know what was going on. A threat on Alex was spray painted on the walls of my family diner. Naturally, I had some questions. I all but tackled Max to tell me.” He nodded understandingly. Max was a bit of a pushover when it came to her.

“Right. Short version? Alex was kidnapped. I went after him.”

“Kidnapped? By the people who spray painted the diner,” Liz asked, a mild panic in her voice. Michael just nodded. Liz wrapped her arms around herself, suppressing a shiver.

“So, who’s behind all this,” Isobel pushed.

“The military. Specifically, Alex’s father. I don’t know exactly what he’s told these men but they’re under the impression that he and I are somehow dangerous.” The three of them sat in silence. Anger bubbled up inside Michael just mentioning that wretched man. He looked down at the scars and broken bones in his hand.

He heard Alex moving back toward the front room. He turned to face him and almost choked. Alex was shirtless. Clothing he probably intended to put on was tossed over his shoulder. His grey sweatpants hung low on his hips. They were tied up just below his knee for his missing leg. His hair was damp and tousled, like he had just run his fingers through it

“Liz? Isobel? When did you guys get here?” He hardly spared a glance at Michael. His abs tensed as he moved around to sit in the last available seat across from Michael. He pulled the shirt over his head but he couldn’t unsee what was underneath.

“We were worried about you two. Michael said you were kidnapped?” Liz took his hand in hers, squeezing gently.

“Yea…” he trailed off. The hurt in his voice was obvious, not to mention the sudden aching in his chest. Michael figured he was thinking about Forrest.

“Wait. So what the hell are we doing here? They know where you both live I’m sure,” Isobel exclaimed, shooting up from her spot on the couch.

“We’ve got a plan, Iz,” Michael reassured.

“Well please. Enlighten us,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. Liz looked between Michael and Alex.

“We’re moving in together. Following Tessa’s advice before she left,” Alex jumped in. Isobel blinked and her mouth dropped open slightly.

“Wait. That girl that literally appeared with a strike of lightning? Have you gone crazy,” she questioned, voice raising. Michael understood where she was coming from but whether she liked it or not, Alex trusted her. Therefore so did Michael.

“I know her. There’s nothing to worry about.” Isobel just shook her head.

“It’s not the worst idea. From what I’ve been told it seems like that would be the safest option. Besides, the three of us have been looking for a way to break the curse. When we left her at your house she was looking at some artifacts,” Liz jumped in.

“Have you found anything,” Alex asked, leaning forward. His muscles stretched the arms of his T-shirt and Michael had to force himself to look away.

I shouldn’t be this fucking distracted by him.

“When we left, Maria said she was onto something but if she found anything significant I’m sure she’d call.”

“Or just show up,” Isobel said lightly. Michael raised an eyebrow. There wasn’t nearly enough bite in her voice for her to be talking about Maria.

“She is psychic,” Liz joked. Isobel just shrugged. Michael looked over at Alex who had a small grin on his face.

They continued talking about whatever research the girls had been doing. They couldn’t connect anything that they didn’t already know. Michael and Alex caught them up on the information Tessa had given them. Though they both left out the part where the Trials were going to be significantly harder to survive. Isobel would figure it out eventually but why worry them now?

“Ok, Mikey I understand you’ve been in a coma for a couple days but like, please shower. I can smell you from here,” Liz eventually said to him. Isobel snorted. He just rolled his eyes and stood. He had planned to shower. Other conversations had gotten in the way of that.

“Whatever,” he said. He left the front room, pulling his shirt off as he walked down the hall. He felt his heart flutter, or more accurately, Alex’s. He tried to not let himself get too excited.

-

Michael disappeared down the hall and into the bathroom, giving Alex a chance to breathe. Him pulling his shirt off made his mind wander to his offer from earlier. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t trying to taunt him when he had walked out without a shirt earlier. He was never one to play obvious like that but…

I’m substituting him instead of dealing with my feelings about Forrest.

Being aware of his issues was the worst part of this. He knew exactly what he was doing and he did it anyway. It wasn’t fair to Michael. At the same time, the things he felt for Michael were still living in the back of his mind.

“Alex,” Liz called, louder than normal.

“Sorry, what?”

“Where is this cabin you mentioned?” Oh. Whoops.

Alex pulled out his phone and typed in the address, showing them on the satellite map. It really was in the middle of nowhere but the last time he was there, he had made sure to hire someone to redo the landscaping. He hadn’t been back to see it yet.

“There should be a handful of bushes and Joshua trees on the property now. Not quite so barren.”

“Yea I’m getting serious “Courage the Cowardly Dog” vibes, Manes,” Isobel teased. The three of them laughed, tossing out jokes about the various traumatizing episodes that kids definitely shouldn’t have been watching.

They all jumped when the door just about slammed open. Alex’s shoulders tensed immediately and he was grabbing his crutch to use as a weapon.

“I found something!” Maria rushed though the door, slamming it behind her. Did no one lock that after they came in? The three of them sat there, stunned. Isobel had grabbed a random knife that had been on the coffee table. Where had that come from?

“I didn’t mean to bust in but look,” Maria rushed out. She rummaged through her back, pulling out a black stone with iridescent cracks running through it. Then she pulled out a book, thumbing through the pages. When she found the page, she plopped it down on the table in front of them.

“This opal. It’s been passed down through generations right? I think it’s what’s binding the curse. See this picture. The angel is holding that stone as she casts the curse. And here…” she flipped forward to another page she had bookmarked. “That same stone is pictured being held by two pairs of hands. And the caption. It’s supposed to connect the reincarnations to the original pair.”

“So what’s the theory,” Isobel asked?

“Maybe we can have Michael and Alex perform this ritual. Maybe it’ll give them some answers. Then maybe destroying it will break the curse. What if it’s a way to avoid more trials?” Alex looked at the stone she was holding. He had to admit there was something drawing him to it.

He reached out, gently lifting the opal from Maria’s hand. The three girls watched him intently but he was mesmerized by this stone. The cracks seemed to pulse with color. The stone had something to say, but he needed Michael here.

Alex shook his head. The stone was powerful. But something still didn’t sound right.

“If it really is the anchor for the curse, wouldn’t someone have tried destroying it already,” Liz asked?

“Who knows. Maybe not if they thought it held important information,” Isobel pondered aloud. Alex pulled the book toward him, reading exactly what this ritual required or was supposed to do.

“The cosmic opal will react when the reincarnations are close to each other. It will only react if they have consummated the bond they share. Should they attempt the ritual before the consummation then the opal will only show them the path to consummation and no further.

“The stone will naturally draw the pair to it whether they have consummated or not. The iridescent cracks of the opal will glow when the ritual can be performed. If the ritual is successfully completed, it is said that the stone will shatter and the curse will be broken. If the ritual fails the pair will die.”

Alex’s eyes wandered back to the stone in his hand. It was certainly calling to him. But what was this “consummation?” Was it the completion of the trials? He flipped to the previous page but saw nothing. He read the few pages following but nothing was there either.

“Maria, you did read this right,” he asked hesitantly, reading through the rest of the “directions.”

“Yea why?” He turned the book toward her, pointing to a warning at the very bottom of the page.

“Any attempt to destroy the stone will result in the death of whoever attempts it.”

The hope fell from her face. He placed a hand over hers. He loved her for trying. But there was no way out of this. He wished Tessa were here to explain just what this rock was. Hell maybe she could even explain this “consummation” thing.

“Whoa, why’s it so doom and gloom out here,” Michael walked back into the living room, pulling his shirt down over his abs. Alex watched as he took in the state of the room. His eyes finally landed on Maria.

“Maria. You’re here,” he said. Alex wanted to touch the mark as the remorse panged at his chest.

“Of course I am. I said I would help figure this out.”

“Yea. To an almost annoyingly persistent degree,” Isobel mumbled.

“Oh, it’s been a real peach working with you too,” she shot back. A smiled threatened to break through the insult.

“So I assume if you’re here, you found something,” Michael asked, sitting back on the couch across from Alex.

Maria explained her theory again and Alex showed him the book and instructions for the ritual. His eyebrows drew together as he read, seemingly just as confused as Alex was. He heard him mumble the word “consummation” under his breath. Michael’s eyes lifted to the stone in Alex’s hand. His fingers twitched as though he wanted to reach for it.

“I think we should try this,” Alex suddenly said. He had no idea where the words came from. He hadn’t even thought of them before they were coming out of his mouth.

Michael met his eyes, seeming to understand exactly why they needed this. If this was the only hint they got, why wouldn’t they take it?

“Wait, but what if you guys have ‘consummated’ or whatever and the ritual starts? What if you can’t stop it,” Liz said. The silent question hung in the air.

“The opal isn’t glowing,” Alex pointed out.

“Maybe but you have no idea what that thing is going to show you,” Isobel said, tapping her fingers on her knee.

“What if it’s helpful?” No one could really argue anymore. Even if they didn’t like the idea, they needed whatever information the stone would give them.

Alex sat on the very edge of the chair, holding out his hand with the stone toward Michael. He glanced at the picture again and moved to place his hand over Alex’s.

“Woah, hold on!” Alex and Michael jumped at Isobel’s outburst. “If you two are going to do some weird vision sharing, mind connection thing, maybe you should do it somewhere more private?”

Alex knew he was blushing, but maybe she was right. The nature of the dreams could sometimes be more than a bit personal. They also had the tendency to dig up old emotions that Alex was slowly starting to realize both he and Michael had tried to bury.

“Well. Where do you suggest,” Michael asked, almost sarcastically.

“My room.” There goes his mouth again. Talking before his brain has time to catch up. All four of them looked at him with wide eyes. “It’s technically the most private area in the house,” he said quietly. He didn’t know how to rationalize the idea.

“Alright. Let’s go.” Michael stood and no more questions were asked. He picked up the book while Alex grabbed his crutch. No one said anything as they made their way down the hall.

He couldn’t look at Maria. He still didn’t know the exact details of the break-up but he was more certain than ever that it was because of him. And now it looked like he was trying to move in on Michael right in front of her. What kind of crappy friend was he?

Michael stood to the side as he pushed the door open, waiting for him to enter first. The bed was still perfect from when he made it four days ago. He chuckled to himself.

“What is it,” Michael asked.

“I just feel like I haven’t been in this room for years.” He met his gaze and Michael just smiled.

Alex sat himself on the edge of the bed, setting his crutch to the side. He held up the opal again as Michael took his spot next to him. The both just looked at the stone, waiting for any indication that this might be a bad idea.

“We don’t have to do this you know,” Michael said gently. Always giving Alex a way out even when he fully believed that this stone could help them.

“No. I want to do this,” he assured him. He nodded, slowly reaching to place his hand over Alex’s again.

The stone felt warm in his palm and it was spreading slowly down his arm. Alex placed his hand on top of the one Michael had put down. He then lifted his broken hand, placing it under Alex’s that held the stone.

The warmth spread more quickly now. But that could just be Michael. It traveled up his arms and then beelined for the mark on his chest. He gasped at the sensation. Every nerve in his body became acutely aware of his surroundings. The way the air moved around him…

Them. The way air moved around them. It was like electricity was forming everywhere their hands touched. He heard Michael’s labored breathing. His heart pounded in his ears and his eyes fluttered closed.

He could feel Michael as easily as he felt his own body. Every breath and tense muscle. Every skip of the heart. The urge to pull him closer. His own need washed over him. The need to be closer.

Alex leaned forward, half opening his eyes to see how Michael was doing. He had also leaned in close. They breathed each other in as their foreheads touched. An energy flowed through him. Centuries old knowledge seemed to flood his mind though nothing made any sense. The mark on his chest told him that Michael was experiencing the exact same thing.

He wanted to call to him…

“Samuel,” he said.

“Thomas.”

-

The darkness of the night had been creeping in for weeks now. Every night it got darker earlier and earlier. The walls of the storage house felt far too close together and the ceiling too low. He had been allowed to keep his journal, though his father probably intended to burn it when he died. Food was dropped at his door once a day.

Thomas had refused to eat at first. Wishing for death to come before the day of the sacrifice if only so his father would be disgraced. But if he knew his father, he would offer up Thomas’ sister, no questions asked. But that wasn’t why he started eating again.

“Thomas, please don’t give up.” The defeated voice just on the other side of the window, pleading for him to eat. “You’ll need your strength if we are to run away.”

He said those same words for the first three nights. Thomas hadn’t replied but he sat out there the whole night. Samuel…

“Why don’t you go inside where it’s warm?” Thomas had just finished his bowl of beef and rice and he knew he was out there.

“Because anywhere that isn’t by your side is the only torture I have ever known.”

Thomas pressed his head against the wall just below the window. Tears slipped down his face. This man was the only constant he had ever had. Ever since they were young. He silently cursed fate that had them meeting this way. Perhaps in a different time, they could be together.

“I cannot leave with you, Samuel. Please understand, I’m doing it to protect you.”

Only silence followed. If they were to run away from all of this, they would be chased. They would kill Samuel and he shouldn’t have to die. Thomas would take that burden on himself.

He worried that Samuel had left, but a shuffling from outside the window told him otherwise. He stood to gaze upon him. The moon reflected off of his golden curls and his shirt lay open just enough to tease. His eyes never wavered as he backed up from the storage house several paces, and then sprinted full speed at the building.

Samuel leapt up and Thomas reached out for his hand, grabbing it. He used the momentum to scale the wall, grabbing onto the ledge of the window. Thomas pulled him in and they tumbled backward, Samuel landing on top of him.

“You must be mad! Are you trying to hurt yourself,” Thomas exclaimed. Samuel sat up slowly, placing his hands on either side of Thomas’ head.

“If I am mad, then it is only because I have fallen in love with you.”

Samuel leaned down to press his mouth to Thomas’. Their lips slid over each other, fitting together more perfectly than he could have ever hoped. They had shared kisses and a bed but there was something different. This was a promise.

Thomas stopped Samuel, pushing him back gently. He was careful not to push him too far, lest they are never able to close the distance again.

“If you were to die because of me…”

“Then I would have died without any regrets.” Thomas couldn’t stop the smile. Even though the thought made him want to sob. He shook his head.

“One day the stars will align in our favor, and I will have loved you all the while.”

They kissed again, and Thomas pushed Samuel’s mostly open shirt off his shoulders. He ran his hands over the strong muscles from the physical labor and moaned as he felt them flex under his touch.

They undressed each other with no real hurry, exploring their bodies as though it was all new again. Samuel ran his tongue over every part of Thomas he could reach, working his way down his body.

Samuel took him into his mouth, pulling a low groan from his throat. His fingers wandered over his thighs and legs as he sucked, eventually coming to his ass. Samuel released him and moved his focus to the hole. Thomas’s toes curled at the attention of his tongue and fingers.

Soon enough Samuel was above him again, pressing his hardness against his hole. Thomas pulled him close, pressing their lips together as he pushed into him. Their mouths fell open together as they usually did when they did this. They breathed each other in as Samuel started to move.

The pain was brief and followed by overwhelming pleasure. Their moans were the only thing Thomas could focus on with any degree of success. The sounds they made together. The sounds of love… made him feel like he was floating away.

The feel of Samuel inside him felt better than any time without. Full and complete. They were complete together. No one could ever take this away from them.

Thomas felt the familiar tightening. He did his best to meet Samuel’s thrusts but the were becoming too fast and erratic. Thomas tugged on his curls and begged him to finish him off. Samuel grabbed Thomas’s cock and stroked him at the same pace as his hips.

Like a coil had been let loose, Thomas shot white stripes over his torso, moaning his lover’s name. A few hard thrusts later and Samuel filled him up, his head falling to rest on his chest as he rode out the pleasure.

The remained connected as Thomas took Samuel’s head in his hands to look him in the eyes.

“There will never be another, my love.”

“My soul could never want anyone else.”

-

Alex and Michael gasped as they were trust back into their own bodies. The stone remained between their hands though each of them had pulled the other closer.

Alex’s heart pounded, matching the erratic pace he could feel from Michael. His one hand was tangled in Michael’s hair and Michael’s hand in his. Their noses brushed against each other. Only one of them had to move the slightest bit forward…

“Alex,” Michael mumbled out.

Alex jerked back, suddenly confronted with reality. The stone fell to the floor. He felt like he was in a daze and Michael didn’t look any better. The two of them breathed heavily as they watched each other, neither daring to speak.

Isobel, Liz, and Maria burst into the room. Alex only glanced at them before looking back at Michael. It was by far the most vivid vision they had ever shared. He shifted his focus to the stone laying on the floor.

“Did it just…” he trailed off, not understanding what had happened.

“I think, it brought forth the spirits of Samuel and Thomas,” Michael finished instead.

“What did it show you? How do you ‘consummate’ the bond or whatever,” Isobel asked.

A great question. One that neither of them wanted to answer. Alex chanced a look at Maria. She caught his eyes and her curious expression seemed to deflate. He couldn’t say it. And what if it wasn’t what they thought it was? Of course, he wasn’t sure how else he could interpret it.

“We don’t know,” Michael said, sounding defeated. His hand clenched a couple times and Alex could feel that he was lying. Maybe he saw the way Maria’s shoulders fell.

“We need to talk through it,” Alex continued, building on the lie.

“Ok, well what happened,” Liz asked, pushing for something more specific. Michael and Alex shared a look.

“Probably something personal. We’ll give you some time to figure it out.,” Isobel said with a sigh. “But when you do, you better share.” She turned to leave the room. Her arm brushed against Maria and Alex could have swore their fingers had started to wrap around each other. It was over before he had time to process. Liz followed them both out.

Alex picked up the stone from the floor. It still drew him in. Made him want to pull Michael against him. Fall down whatever rabbit hole of stories this thing held. He set it back down on the bed.

“We can talk about this another time. But I’m not going to hurt Maria.”

“She can probably guess with our refusal to answer,” Alex pointed out sadly.

“You’re probably right. That doesn’t mean I want to cause her any extra pain.”

Alex nodded and Michael stood, offering a hand of assistance. He picked up his crutch and grabbed his hand. The feeling of warmth rushed through him again but no vision overtook them. This was Michael, not Samuel. And he was Alex, not Thomas. Even if they shared part of a soul.

Alex stared at Michael in wonder. He knew this man better than anyone and vice versa. But if they were truly reincarnations then maybe the things they were feeling were pre-determined. Maybe they didn’t have any control. Could they really choose each other? Michael tilted his head.

“What is it?”

“These feelings… Are they ours? Or are they from the past?” Michael smiled sadly at him but stepped closer and pulled his hand against his chest.

“We are our own people Alex. The curse only demands that I protect you. Not that I fall in love with you.”

Tears welled in his eyes. Did Michael realize what he just said? He reached up, brushing a tear from his cheek, leaving his hand there to cradle his face gently. Alex glanced down at his mouth. The same feeling as before.

Alex closed the distance this time, pressing his lips to Michael’s softly, just barely touching. He wanted to give him a chance to back out.

He could feel the emotions running wild inside them both. Alex was scared. Michael stunned.

Michael kissed him back slowly, holding his face more firmly, fingers moving back to play with the short hair on his neck. The kiss remained slow and sweet as they both savored the feeling of finally being where they belonged.

-

A few days later, Michael was packing up the few articles of clothing and personal items from the airstream. He had told Sanders that urgent family stuff had come up and he’d be out of town for a while. The old man gave him a bit of a stink eye but otherwise shrugged, saying that Michael had better make it up to him.

Tessa hadn’t reappeared yet and neither him nor Alex knew when she would. How long does celestial punishment take anyway? Alex was supposed to be here to lead him to the cabin. His pulse raced just thinking about it.

They hadn’t talked about the kiss or the fact that they have to ‘consummate’ their bond. And they were about to live together for some undetermined amount of time. Michael shook his head. He had no idea if this was going to be awkward. He hadn’t lived with another person since he moved out of the Evans’ house. Sure Maria had spent several nights in a row with him before but this was different.

He heard a car pulling up the dirt road. Guessing it was Alex, he shoved the last of his stuff into a backpack without folding it. Not that he had been really folding it anyway. He grabbed his hat from the counter and looked around the empty trailer. Confident that he hadn’t forgotten anything, he kicked the door open as gently as possible. For only having one box and backpack, he thought he might have a spare hand.

The sun blinded him as he stepped out. He blinked a few times before realizing the car wasn’t Alex’s. He looked for the owner, thinking they needed something fixed and didn’t know where to leave it.

Then a figure with blue hair stepped out of the car and walked toward him. Forrest was hesitant with his steps. Michael looked around but didn’t see any other cars in the distance.

“What the hell do you want,” he spat out, setting his box and back down. He was ready this time and he could at least put up a fight.

“I know you don’t trust me but I promise I’m on your side.” Michael barked out a laugh. This dick couldn’t be serious.

“Ohh! Ok my bad, yea lets go grab a beer. Maybe you can literally stab me in the back again?”

“I didn’t know what they had planned. I didn’t realize what they told me wasn’t the whole story.”

“So what?”

“I care about Alex. More than I thought I would,” Forrest said. Jealousy sparked and he wished he had telekinesis so he could break a bone or two. “I know about the curse now. I know that you guys have some weird connection.” Michael glared at him.

“How could you know that?”

“I did my research. I heard Jenna looking into Jesse Manes and I took it upon myself to help with that investigation. If you hadn’t guessed, I’m not actually a weapons specialist though I know enough to help with police work. Intelligence is more my realm.”

“So you’re saying you want to help us now?” Forrest nodded slowly. Another car rolled up next to Forrest’s.

Alex jumped out, fury radiating off of him. Michael could feel the burning in his heart. Alex stormed up to Forrest, grabbing his shirt and shoving him.

“What fucking right do you have to be here,” he yelled. Forrest didn’t fight him off though he probably could. Michael let himself enjoy the sight for a second but knew there would be an issue if either of them started throwing punches.

“Alex,” he said firmly, resting his hand on his shoulder. “I understand but not here.” The only indication he gave that he heard him was the slight tick of his head toward him.

“I know you’re pissed and I’m so sorry. I know everything now, and I want to help,” he said, lifting his hands to a surrender position. The snarl returned to Alex’s face.

“You know nothing! You were going to get us killed!” Alex released his shirt and shoved him back. “And you had the fucking audacity to kiss me back like we were going to be anything! Like you weren’t planning to let them kill me the next day,” he snapped.

“I never lied about my feelings for you.” Michael’s own blood boiled again.

“You need to leave.” Alex’s voice had turned deadly calm. Forrest looked between the two of them before moving back to his car.

“If you need anything… Intel on your father or anything else, just ask,” he said. He stepped into his car and did a three point turn to get out of the junkyard. The two of them watched until the dust cloud his car created had settled again. Only then did the tension work itself out of Alex’s shoulders.

Michael rubbed Alex’s back slowly, not really knowing what else to do. It had been a long time since he had seen him that angry.

“He didn’t hurt you, right,” Alex mumbled out, not looking at him. Michael sighed and pulled him into his arms. While he didn’t return the hug, he could feel his body relax.

“No. I’m fine. Slightly scared of you though,” he joked. To his relief, Alex did chuckle at that.

“I’m sorry,” he said, arms finally wrapping around Michael’s waist.

“What have I told you? There’s no need to apologize.” They hugged for a few more seconds before releasing each other. Alex looked over his shoulder and around the junk yard.

“Guess we won’t see this place for a while.�� Michael looked around with him.

“Yea well. It’ll be here when we get back,” he said. Michael felt Alex’s heart flutter in his own chest. He reached out, pressing a hand over the spot where the mark would be.

“Only eight more to go,” Alex said, covering Michael’s hand with his. He nodded and stepped into he personal space. He watched Alex’s eyes glance down and he grinned. He still wanted him. But this conversation should wait until they were a safe distance from Roswell.

Michael turned his hand over to grab Alex’s. He bought it to his lips and kissed his knuckles gently. He brought his hand back down to his side, but never dropping Alex’s.

“Lead the way, Captain.”

[curly-cal]

M.C | Let me love you

Premise: (Y/N) is finding it difficult to keep her hands to herself when Michael is looking so damn fine.

A/N: hi guys! This is an oldie but a newbie. I wrote it a while ago on my other blog and maybe had it posted for a few hot seconds, then I deleted my blog, so I thought I’d repost. It’s probably my most favourite mikey piece I’ve written so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming, oral play.

You licked your lips as you eyed michael from across the room, he was sprawled out on the sofa, his phone in one hand where his attention had been, while the tv played in the background. Covering his body was a pair of grey sweat pants and a plain black tee, however for some reason, the simple outfit was enough to send your mind wild.

You stood up from your current seat and made your way towards the couch, making sure to smile innocently and batter your eyelashes to make your presence known. Immediately Michaels eyebrows raised and his phone was placed beside him.

That was when you took it upon yourself to climb on his waist, his warm smile returning yours as his hands went straight to your hips, holding you still as he looked up at you.

“Hi.” he grinned as his fingers began to rub circles against your sides, lighting a strange fire beneath his touch.

“Hi.” You smirked as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his soft ones. “Mikey, you look pretty.” You mumbled as you let your hands run up and down his chest.

“Oh?” He chuckled as he pulled his head back to look at you properly. “Do i now? Is that why you’re over here, kitten?”

Your smile widened at the use of his nickname for you, setting off a bunch of butterflies inside your stomach. “Maybe.” you moved your hand to the bottom of his shirt where you begun to play with the flimsy material. “Can i take this off, baby boy?”

A quick peck was pressed to your lips before you felt him sit up, all the while making sure your place on his lap never moved. “Go ahead.” he mumbled as he looked back at you.

Your fingers quickly moved, tugging the shirt up the length of his body and over his head, then you allowed the material to fall the the floor. “Much better.” you mumbled as your hands began to run freely over his now bare chest. “So so pretty.” You grinned as you dug your nails in a little, eliciting a small moan from his mouth.

Your ears perked up by the sound and suddenly you felt a very familiar knot tighten in the bottom of your belly. “Did that feel nice?” you whispered, pressing your nails in his chest once again.

You watched as his eyes rolled back into his head for a split second, his bottom lip being pulled between his teeth as he tempted to hold back his whimpers.

“Baby boy, are you not gonna answer me?” you pouted before leaning forward and began pressing your lips to the underline of his jaw.

“Does feel good, kitten. ‘M gettin’ hard already.” He groaned as he bucked his hips into your ass, allowing you to feel his semi-hard on.

You grinned as you pressed your ass back down against him and slowly rocked, your lips now making their way down his neck, occasionally letting your teeth sink into a few places, just so you could hear him whimper beneath you. His hands were quickly at your sides, attempting to help you rock against his almost hard-on, but you huffed as you bit down hard on the area your lips had been ghosting, causing him to let out a low whine. “No touching, Mikey.” You mumbled against his skin before continuing your kisses. “Wanna be sweet. Wanna make you feel good.” You whispered. “Want it to be intimate.”

You carefully peeled your body from his as you sat up straight and begun to remove your shirt. You let it fall to the ground where Michaels had been before standing up off him completely.

Michael let out a loud groan when you left him, which only caused a giggle to slip past your lips. “Patience baby boy.” You smiled as you begun to remove your pants. “Take them off.” You mumbled as you motioned your head towards his pants. “Take them off for me and let me look after you.” You removed your panties next and then waited for michael to remove his clothing.

He quickly pulled his sweatpants off and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as you realised he had been wearing nothing beneath them, the sight of his cock on full display. His tip was red and leaking cum, almost begging for your mouth to wrap around it, but you refrained yourself and instead gave him a simple smile.

“You have such a pretty cock, baby boy.” You mumbled as you returned to your previous position, but this time you placed your weight at the top of his thighs, just below his balls. You gently took his cock in your hand and began to lightly stroke it. “So pretty, just like the rest of you.” You couldn’t hold back the smile that washed over your face when you heard him moan softly at your words.

You knew michael loved it when you spoke like this, when you praised him and treated him delicately. He loved you worshipping him, almost as much as he loved worshipping you. Almost.

“Kitten, please do something, need to feel you.” He whimpered as he moved his hands to your waist, then gently begun to slide them up your sides until he reached around and began to cup your breasts.

Immediately you released him and tugged on his wrists, pulling his hands from you. “I told you not to touch, Mikey. Are you going to behave?” You hummed as you watched him, his lips falling into a pout before his head started nodding.

“I’ll behave for you kitten.” he smiled as he moved his hands to his sides, waiting for you to continue your movements. “I’ll be a your good, baby boy.” He cooed as his eyes looked back at you innocently.

You grinned widely and moved down, pressing your lips to his softly. “Good boy.” you mumbled as you let your hands wander down his chest, scratching lightly. Your hands moved until they were back at his cock. You took it in your hand and lifted your hips before rubbing it through your folds, coaxing him in your juices before whispering softly. “No noises, okay mikey?”

You waited for him to reply which in return he did with a nod of his head, then you gently began to push his head inside you and started to sink down onto him. Your head rolled back and you let out a soft moan as you felt him fill you. He hit base as you sat on him, small whimpers were leaving your lips as you tried to calm your thoughts.

You could feel every inch of him against your walls, the prominent vein on the underside of his cock making itself known as it sat tight against your pussy. The feeling was overwhelming and you wanted nothing more than to begin rolling your hips, but you refrained yourself and stood still on his cock.

Michael looked up at you the second he realised you weren’t planning on moving and gave you a quisitive brow. “You okay, Kitten?” he spoke has his large hands moved to your thighs and began to rub.

You simply smiled at him as you nodded, your hands moving towards and interlocked with his. “I just wanna be close to you.” You mumbled as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his softly. “Just for a little while. Just feel you inside me.” You let your lips move against each others again before carefully pulling away and leaning your forehead against his. “It okay, baby boy?”

“‘f course, Kitten.” he smiled as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours again before moving his arms around your waist where he gently pulled you flat against his chest.

You let out a small moan at the movement, Michael grunting lowly also, but you quickly found yourself becoming accustomed to the feeling the second you were laid flat, comfortably against his chest.

You felt his lips press a kiss to the top of your head and his hands run up and down the length of your back, his touch made you feel like you were on fire, like you had a million fireflies dancing beneath your skin, burning but ever so softly, heating your skin in a strange yet pleasurable way. It was a calming feelings, blissful.

You both sat there for a while, happy, content sighs leaving your lips ever so softly, but soon enough you grew impatient. Soon enough, feeling him still against your walls wasn’t enough. You craved movement. Your body filled with desire and so, every so often you found yourself rolling your hips, causing Michael to let out low grunts.

“Y/N, i thought you wanted to stay like this.” he mumbled as his hands moved to you waist in an attempt to keep you still, which only made you huff in annoyance.

You moved your hands to his and swatted them away before sitting up straight and looking down at him. “Not enough. Need to feel you mikey. Need to feel your pretty cock move inside me.” You groaned as you began to roll your hips.

You heard him moan at your words before nodding, his hands moving back to your hips but he soon paused and looked up at you. “Can i touch you, kitten?” his voice was low, but it broke which told you he was just as desperate as you was.

You shook your head and smirked. “No baby boy. No touching and no cumming unless i say. Okay?” Michael pouted at you, a small whine leaving his lips as he looked at you with begging eyes.

“Please, Kitten?”

Your hand moved to his jaw and you gently moved it so his face was inches closer to yours. You pressed your lips to his in a single peck before pulling away. “No, and if you keep up that whining i’ll put a gag in that pretty little mouth of yours. Is that what you want, baby boy?” you threatened as your brows raised at him, daring him to talk back.

He shook his head and rolled his lips back into his mouth. You let out a small huff and gently slapped his cheek. “I want to hear you. Tell me you’ll behave.”

“I’ll behave kitten.” He hummed as he watched you closely, his eyes lit up with excitement as he watched you control him.

“Good. Remember, only good boys get to cum. You want to cum, don’t you, Mikey?”

Michael let out a small whine and quickly nodded his head. “Yes kitten.”

“Then you’ll behave.” You smirked as you watched him nod his head in reply again, a small whimper leaving his lips also before you began to roll your hips against his cock.

You moaned out loud as your hips moved, your lips quickly connecting to his exposed neck. You marked your way, his own hips thrusting up to meet yours in a desperate act. You were both needy, desperate to feel the other release, to feel him twitch and him feel you tighten.

Your hands moved back to his chest where you began to lightly scratch again. You heard michael grunt, his thrusts becoming even slopier as his eyes squeezed shut. You knew he was close.

“What’s wrong, pretty boy?” you hummed as you clenched your walls around him. He groaned louder and immediately grabbed your hips, attempting to slow your thrusts. You quickly swatted his hand away and slapped his thigh. “What did i tell you?”

Michael let out a small whimper. “But kitten, i’m so close.. Please.” he begged, his eyes looking back up at you pleadingly. “Please let me cum, i can’t hold on.”

You hummed as you looked down at him, he looked like a mess, his hair was disheveled, his lips parted and his skin pale, while his cheeks were rosey. His eyes were alternating between opening and squeezing shut. He looked like a work of art, you wanted to take a picture so you could see his pretty face whenever you wanted, so you could see him all worn out and fucked over you.

Suddenly, in the midst of admiring him and rolling your hips harder against his cock while your hands moved and lightly rubbed and clawed at his chest, you felt the familiar knot tighten in your stomach, encouraging you to come undone. You tried your best to drag it out but as you heard michaels moans and pleads grow louder, you suddenly felt yourself let go, falling over the edge as you spilled around him. His name left your lips in curse as you rode out your high, and while attempting to come down, you managed to choke out to him. “Cum for me pretty boy. Fill me up. I want to hear you nice and loud,”

That was enough to send him over the edge. Immediately you felt him spurt his load inside you, almost screaming your name as his hands moved to your hips and forced your body still against him. His hold was rough and you knew how sensitive he was going to be, how even the slightest movement would almost cause him pain. You knew he was on cloud nine though, as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. You were almost sure you had watched him black out for a second.

You reached your hand forward and lightly stroked his cheek as his chest heaved up and down in a desperate attempt to catch his breath. “Such a good boy.” You whispered as you leaned forward and started peppering kisses over his face. “Such a pretty, good boy for me. You did do well baby boy.” You smiled as you spoke between kisses.

After a few moments passed you carefully peeled yourself off him before laying down beside him. His hands immediately found your body and pulled you into him closely.

Michael let out a soft sigh as his head nuzzled into the top of your head. “Thank you Kitten.”

“‘s okay Mikey. I love you.” You hummed as you moved your head closer to him, nuzzling in the crook of his neck.

Michael let out a soft chuckle before pressing another kiss to your hair. “I love you too, y/n.”

[haunting-kind-of-high]

Deadly Sins as Sides AU

A few weeks ago, I had a thought about how the seven deadly sins would act as dark sides. And after ages and ages of research (I'm not kidding you I spent so much time on this it's insane), here we have it! It's not fully complete, as I couldn't think of everything perfectly, but there are ideas (: 

I might continue this, but that depends on my ideas for it

(Also note: I haven't double checked every link or just everything in general, so there might be a few mistakes or weird things but just… go with it)

Tag list: @imin-loveanon, @musicphanpie-b, @mikey-girl12

Pride

Of course, most of us know him as dark!Roman

Which is cool

It would still work

But for this AU I’m gonna assume he’s his own side just because it’s convenient

The fanon outfit people have made for him would still work

With a black shirt and I think golden sash

He is a prince, because that can easily be linked to pride

Though maybe a king would fit him better?

Cause obviously he is better than anyone else

So he’s got to be the king

Arrogant motherfucker

He also embodies vanity, so vain as fuck

Narcissist

Thinks he is better than the rest and acts like it

Clashes a lot with the other sides because he’s always fife thousand times more important than any of them combined

He only looks at what is best for him and doesn’t think past that

No one likes the guy

You don’t want to upset him though

He’s one of the worst of the dark sides

You want to be on his good side cause he is not scared to hurt you

His name could be Belial, or something similar, from the demon of arrogance and pride, Belial

He could be considered the leader of the dark sides, as Belial is mentioned as the leader of the Sons of Darkness, on one of the Dead Sea Scrolls

So there is the role of king again

Also, Dante believed all other sins were derived from pride, so that matches up with Pride being the leader too

Belial is also described as Prince of Darkness, or King of Evil, which would fit with a royal outfit pretty well

I also saw a site which named Lucifer as a demon for Pride which intrigued me a lot and offers a lot of perspective

Even more interesting would be Roman turning into Pride, which would make for a lot of opportunities to refer to the Lucifer story and use symbolism

Might get into that later, this is not the post for that

Yeah I really like the name Lucifer for him, though Belial is also fancy idk

His room probably has a bunch of mirrors

And one of those desks with a mirror where you can do your make-up and stuff, I forgot the word for it

Is it a vanity?

I also thought of this picture and felt like it belonged here. Though idk what to do with it.

Lots of violet details, as that colour seems to symbolise pride

Greed

All he wants in life is for Thomas to get rich, really

So obviously he supports this whole YouTube thing because that can get them a lot of money

He isn’t really a harmful dude

Less harmful than most of the dark sides

Chaotic neutral, probably

He just wants what he wants and it doesn’t matter what it takes to achieve it

He sides with anyone, as long as it benefits him

The demon associated with greed is Mammon

So his name could be either based on that, or it could be Midas

Random sidenote: the list I’m using for this, calls these demons the Princes of Hell, which is pretty fun

But back to the point

He can get along with most of the sides pretty well, though he stays away from Wrath and Pride if he can 

His outfit consists of a black blazer with a pattern of golden roses (referring to the myth of King Midas), a necklace with a pendant of a silver pipe (reference to a Native American legend about greed), a white shirt (the black and white being another reference to King Midas), and black trousers

Lots of gold and silver stuff in his room as well 

I picture his room would be similar to a vault or something

With lots of valuables

Probably every price Thomas has won too

Not because he values them so much emotionally, but because they are worth quite a lot

I can’t find the post any more, but I once saw this theory of there being exactly one (1) dollar in the mindscape

Greed definitely created the dollar

He’s upset it was stolen from him

So he made a lot of dollars which he hid from the others

They’re his dollars your heathens

Lust (a big thank you to @purple-plaid-patches for helping me out with this dude’s outfit!)

Depicts all and any kind of lust

Demon of Lust is called Asmodeus

There are so many stories about lust yet I can’t find a single one that has a personification of Lust, that is homophobia

I read that the snake symbolises lust

So I picture Deceit and Lust would get along pretty well

He also likes it when the other sides get in trouble because it’s fun

Especially if Pride and Wrath are the angry ones

A hint of sadist

But Patton dulls out most of his influence, being Morality and enjoying people being in pain is b a d

Patton’s influence slips sometimes tho

Like when Thomas is watching those home video things and people slip or get hurt in another way

Cause let’s be real

That’s kinda funny

Notorious invader of personal space

It’s funny to see how the others get uncomfortable when he does it

Likes making people uncomfortable in general

Not a fun dude to be around

He’s not as dangerous as Pride or Wrath though

He is just very annoying and is almost guaranteed to make you uncomfortable

He likes to watch people get hurt but it’s so much effort to do it himself

So he’s not a huge threat to your safety

Just to your personal space

His outfit is great, thanks to @purple-plaid-patches

It’s a crop top, dark blue with gold accents

This skirt but dark blue

These things but in gold

Choker but with like… sapphires

Also this anklet

I honestly don’t know what to do with his room so go crazy on that

His name could be Phillip

Cause I found this Native American legend about a woman gaining an obsession with horses (I mean… this was in the category for lust so I’m using this)

And Phillip means horse

Might be a little far-fetched, but I searched so long for symbolism and this is the closest I could get why couldn’t I find more personifications or symbols of Lust 

Envy

He often works with Pride on stuff because they both want Thomas to be as famous and successful as he can be obviously

Greed as well, probably

Looks at the achievements of others and gets jealous of everything they possess, everything they have achieved

So he works together with the other sides to try and top those others

Actually, now that I think of it, he would probably work together with most of the sides if it benefits him

He is also pretty close to Deceit

Because envy often leads people to deceive another in one way or another

Think of Iago in Othello

If Deceit and Envy would ever fuse, they would form an Iago istg

(Shit could you imagine tho? That would be so cool)

Like most of the dark sides, he doesn’t really care about the overall picture, he just really wants to do what makes him happiest

His basic outfit is a simple green shirt and jeans

But he changes his outfit all the time, depending on what he desires most at that time so no one really knows his actual outfit

His room is cold and dark, much like Envy’s home in Ovid’s Metamorphoses

It’s not very pretty

His name is Levi, from Leviathan, the demon of envy

I also like his name being similar to Aglauros somehow, because in Ovid’s Metamorphoses, a girl named Aglauros is corrupted by Envy, but I don’t know a name that could fit

Gluttony

For this, I am using this quote I found from Thomas Aquinas

“Gluttony denotes, not any desire of eating and drinking, but an inordinate desire...leaving the order of reason, wherein the good of moral virtue consists.”

I assume that the ‘…’ implies a bit if left out, but for some reason I can’t find the full quote, so I’m not totally sure

But from what I read here, is that Gluttony basically encompasses everything

This site described it as excessive materialism, which is a pretty good explanation I guess

So basically he wants Thomas to get everything in existence

“Oh look at that! You should buy this thing because you might be able to use it one time and then forget about it! And even if you can't use it, you will have it.”

Greed probably likes him, even though Greed is more about having things just to have it and never use them, while Gluttony wants things to use them

But they both want things

He secretly loves Patton’s room because he holds on to pretty much everything, and Gluttony loves going through those old things

But he will never admit it

Loves his foods

He’s the voice in Thomas’ head telling him eat pizza all the time

Logan has a hard time countering him sometimes

At the same time, he also wants Thomas to try all kinds of different food because he needs to taste it all

Very confusing side

Demon of gluttony is Beelzebub

There’s a fun fact for y’all

I was going to suggest Logan for a name because of Wolverine (the Dutch name for a wolverine is pretty close to what you’d call a glutton and I liked the idea)

But then I realised that there already is a Logan

But James could work too

His room would probably have a lot of storage space

Cupboards, shelves, closets

that's all I've got, can't think of anything else

His outfit is an oversized shirt (orange, cause that stands for gluttony) with grey sweatpants

Wrath (warning for mention of dismemberment, in the final bullet point)

Most dangerous of the sides

Obviously, he’s a hot-tempered guy

Gets very upset very quickly

His influence on Thomas is mostly dulled by other sides, though

Especially Patton, who handles most of the emotions anyways

Doesn’t mean the guy doesn’t get very upset

If you thought Pride was bad, oh boy, Wrath is worse

You really don’t want to upset him either

Very vengeful

Satan is often depicted as the demon of Wrath so there’s a connection

I feel like he would be the most violent of all the sides

Probably has a bunch of weapons himself

The other sides stay away from him if they can

His outfit is an all-black ensemble with a dark red cape

I don’t know why but I feel like he would be extra enough to have a fucking cape

It’s like one of those capes with a high collar that are Extratm and slightly creepy because only villains appear to be wearing them

His name is Elliot, after one of the Batman villains called Wrath

In reference to his name, his room would look like a stereotypical villain lair

Lots of dark

Dark walls, dark furniture

It’s just a place where he can escape to

Sorta like a dungeon

I also like the idea of there being a lot of silver details idk why

It’s a pretty creepy place and no one ever goes in unless they have a very good reason to

When thinking about this, I immediately pictured him having a throne, I don’t know why

But he definitely has a throne

It’s decorated with black roses, spiralling up from the legs all the way to the top (they have lots of thorns obviously)

Also across the arm rests and stuff

I also read that the punishment for wrath (I am assuming it is in Dante's Inferno, but the site didn’t specify) is constant dismemberment, so I like the idea of him just… cutting of a hand or foot if someone irritates him?

Cause that’s pretty ironic

Sloth

Obviously, he is the laziest side

Just wants to sleep constantly

He doesn’t understand the point of trying to achieve big goals when you can just fucking sleep

Most of the dark sides don’t understand him

A true chaotic neutral

He is chaotic, both in the literal sense and the sense of the alignment chart

The demon of sloth is Belphegor

His name could be Roderick, which is incredibly fancy for a side like him but

Hear me out, I like my reasoning

Machiavelli wrote a novella called Belfagor, about (you guessed it) Belphegor

He was sent to Earth for some mission and used Roderigo as a name when posing as a human

So yeah

Roderick

His name could also be Rick tho

Maybe his name is Roderick but he hates it so everyone calls him Rick

If that were the case, he would constantly make Never Gonna Give You Up jokes

Wrath got so sick of it that he threatened to kill Sloth over it, so now he makes sure Wrath is nowhere near before making the joke

Lust secretly wants to tell Wrath about it every time Sloth makes a joke like that again, because he’d like to see Sloth getting in trouble

His outfit is a light blue pyjama with little sheep on it, you know the one (because light blue symbolises sloth)

He also has a necklace with a goat he always wears (also a symbol for sloth)

His room is a mess cause he never bothers to clean it

It’s just Thomas’ room but

A million times messier

Also the reason that Thomas keeps procrastinating things, because “why do it when you can just sleep and… not do it?”

In Dante’s Inferno, the punishment for sloth is a snake pit

So where Envy gets along with Deceit pretty well, Sloth can’t stand being around Deceit

He just makes him very uncomfortable 

 Deceit

@musicphanpie-b showed me this site

The important thing here is “Of course, the seven deadly sins cover mostly MOTIVATIONS to do things. If you were not compelled by anger, greed, arrogance, lust, envy, gluttony or laziness, there wouldn't be much to make you deceive someone.”

So basically, he works together with the other dark sides

He manipulates them into getting to do what he wants

He knows what the other sides value the most, so obviously, he abuses this knowledge

Sneaky snake 

[breg21]

The Ties that bind us Ch.1

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12840945/1/The-Ties-That-Bind-Us

Chapter 1! I'm so excited to get this story started! I now have a skeleton down; so I know what I basically wanna do with this story, I can't wait to write it all down! Anyway, please enjoy. Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, Nickelodeon does.

HOWEVER, LILITH FENTON IS MINE HEHEHE.

Two years had passed. Spring poured into summer, summer had swirled into fall, and winter was now taking its harsh claim over Amity. As the seasons changed so did Team Phantom, which was now their official name. Now that Team Phantom was a renowned worldwide corporation, it allowed people to make ghost hunting to be their career, and people could start as young as fifteen with parental permission. It was now a more government-funded career, with classes taught by educated people that had to get a degree in the field.

It also gave students that wanted to go into ghost hunting a scholarship into college if they wanted something other than ghost fighting, depending on their rank, how invested they were, and what skills they built up over the years. It worked like a grading system; the better the grades, the more scholarships were offered. While there was a grading system in Ghost 101, it worked more on the physical aspects, like gym, and either you passed or failed.

Ghost 102 worked on more of the science of ghost hunting, and was graded like a normal academic class. They were taught how to outsmart a ghost, how to hide from a ghost, and a better understanding of how a ghost thinks for self preservation. The students had to learn how to get out of tough situations that they may get into if a ghost were to attack them.

Danielle wasn't sure how many high school and colleges offered the ghost hunting classes outside of her town, but in town there were three classes: One taught by her grandpa, one by grandma, and one by Valerie's dad, Damien Grey.

Her dad had changed the most, while he wasn't the bulkiest around he was starting to lose his lean build and was gaining muscle from ghost fighting. He kept his hair about the same, and he now towered over Dash at 6'4''. His crystal blue eyes, despite having seen so much horror and shit in his young eighteen years, had retained an understanding of happiness. He always said it was because of his family that he was so grounded in reality. He now wore a plain black t-shirt with his symbolic logo, and simple blue jeans.

She had also changed a little over the years. Her figure was now more refined at sixteen. However, not wanting too many eyes on her, she kept to her baggy hoodies, sweatpants and leggings, unless she was with Tucker, then she'd dress a little differently. Her eyes that matched those of her dad's stayed the same, and honestly so did everything else. She didn't need much of a change.

Her mom and Valerie stayed the same physically, other than filling out in the chest area a bit and gaining a couple inches in height. Valerie still was curvy, and her mom still had her straight figure, which always seemed to compliment her nicely.

Sam was also growing her hair out now; it was just past her shoulders. Her signature clothing hadn't changed much, except for a different deep purple plaid skirt with black lining instead of the green; she had also traded her purple tights for black ones that stopped just above mid-thigh.

Valerie now typically wore a crimson red sweater and black jeans. She preferred to cover up, trying to protect her skin as much as possible if a ghost were to unexpectedly attack, unlike Sam who didn't give a damn, her own words being "If I get a scratch, I get a scratch, I'm not going to worry about it," to which the huntress could only shrug in acceptance. To each their own.

Tucker had changed along with Danny, getting more bulk in his build. It was not as much as the halfa but it added to him, and - to Danielle's utter disgust - made girls chase after him constantly, to which she'd secretly fire an ecto-blast at the fawning girl's ass over her boyfriend. He stood strongly at 6'2'', which still made her have to stand on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. Switching up his own outfit, he now wore a light baby blue hoodie with the logo embedded on the front, dark blue jeans that matched nicely, and a multi-colored beret of green, red and yellow. He was in his last term as mayor.

As of right now, however, it didn't matter how many years had passed; Danielle was still sure that school was the embodiment of torture for teenagers. She had been out with Tucker last night, past curfew -which got her grounded- and she could feel her eyes start to droop. Drool started to pool in her mouth, threatening to spill over. History 2 was so boring, and Lancer hadn't changed over the years; his voice still put people to sleep.

"Ms. Fenton!" Her textbook slid from her desk, dropping to the floor, resounding with a loud thud. Bolting up, her eyes snapped open, sweeping the room, searching for danger. When she came back to reality, she saw her classmates staring back at her in laughter and amusement. Her only response was to shrink a little in her seat. What scared her most was the look of anger on her parents' face.

"Ms. Fenton, do I need to have a conference with your parents? If the cause is ghost fighting, I'd allow it, but seeing as your dad over here is quite awake, something tells me that isn't the case." The glances she received from both eighteen-year-olds told her she didn't want that.

"No, sorry sir." He turned back to his lesson.

"Now, as I was saying-"

Out of nowhere, the ceiling caved in.

Two ghosts - from what Team Phantom could tell, one being Skulker, and one unknown - were in hand-to-hand combat. Skulker, unfortunately, had the upper hand in the fight as they pushed against each other to gain control against the other. His bigger build seemed to tower over her.

The girl looked no older than sixteen. The weird thing about her though, was she had almost the same costume of Team Phantom, complete with the DP logo, sleek green, black, and white colors and all. She had a round baby face, thin lips pressed firmly together, with a narrow scrunched up nose as she fought off Skulker. Her waist length hair was snow white, much like Danny's in ghost form, and her amethyst eyes narrowed in concentration on her fight.

There was something else she noticed about this new girl. A medallion hung loosely around her neck, with the letters CW imprinted in the middle that stood for Clockwork.

Just great.

Time travel. Can't we have a normal month?

The girl's head turned to the side, piercing daggers at the team. "A little help here you guys?" She hissed through her teeth as she continued to struggle with the hunter.

The four broke into action. Valerie, Sam, and Tucker pulled bazookas from their backpacks, while Danny and Danielle changed forms, and all started striking the hunter with ectoblast after ectoblast. It was moments before he was easily contained in a Thermos.

The girl got up with the help of Danny. Rolling her shoulder, she groaned in anger and pain at discovering that her shoulder was dislocated.

"Thanks, dad." the halfa said.

Everyone but the four gasped in shock at hearing this girl call him dad.

'Wasn't Danielle his only daughter? How many clones did Masters create?' was the only thought from their fellow classmates.

Ignoring their shock, Danny continued as if it was nothing. "What's your name?" He came up to her, grabbing her shoulder, signaling that this was going to hurt, and she nodded in agreement, used to this by now.

"Lilith." she grit out between her teeth. He grabbed her forearm, placing one hand on her shoulder, and snaps it back into place.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm uncle Clockwork's apprentice. I'm from about twenty or so years into the future. Sometimes he has to send me to different times to test me so that I can learn to do things correctly. I don't exactly know why I'm here yet."

Oh, that made sense. Sorta.

"Wait," Sam cut in, placing her weapon back in her backpack and snapping the Thermos back onto her specter deflector belt. "I don't get it, why would Clockwork need an apprentice? He's the master of time. "

"Even the master of time needs a break too mom. Humans and ghosts are a pain to watch over constantly. And don't even get me started on the Observants." She shuddered at the thought of them.

"Okay." They all turned to the new nasally voice that enters the conversation; Mikey. "There's something I just don't get. Your daughter, from the future, just fell from the sky, and you act as if it's nothing. What made you so jaded that your future daughter coming here doesn't boggle your mind?"

In response, all fingers of the group, including that of her own, pointed to Danielle. "I was kinda the straw that broke the camel's back," She explained, with pride gleaming in her beautiful brilliant blue eyes.

"Shouldn't you be more careful of what you do here, haven't you heard of the butterfly effect?" That earned the nerd an eye roll.

"Why do people have the premise that time is so sensitive? The butterfly effect only happens in extreme cases."

"Do we have any more siblings in the future?" Dani asked.

Lilith turned back to look at her older sibling, "Yeah. He's a little shit too. He's thirteen." Lilith mumbled sorry when she saw the angered look of her parents at the swear word.

Well, they definitely had time to perfect it with Danielle.

That was when all hell broke loose.

Questions were thrown at her from the class, several all at once, one after another which eventually became a mess of words, shouting, and people who wanted their question answered. Poor Mr. Lancer couldn't even quiet the kids.

Danielle then offered Lilith a hand - even twenty years in the past the sisters had a special connection – and Danielle boosted her up onto Lancer's desk. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, Lilith let out a loud piercing whistle.

"Okay. Mr. Lancer has a class to teach, and I still have to figure out why I'm here. I'll answer only three questions, but then my family and I gotta get out of here. Now, one at a time and you better raise your hand. I won't answer if you don't raise your hand."

Paulina was the first to raise her hand, to which Lilith, with much disgust, picked her. "Do I marry the ghost boy?"

Lilith's eyes squinted in confusion at the eighteen-year-old, her mouth agape for a second, truly contemplating whether or not if this chick was for real. She could tell the rest of her family felt the same, and her dad was holding mom against him, trying to calm her with whispers into her ear so that she wouldn't go and attack the girl.

"Are you serious right now? I just referred to Sam as my mom. Wanna know why? 'Cause they've been married for years in my time."

The latina shrugged. "You can't tell me she amounts to much." Lilith, bless her heart, was mid-air, about to pounce on the older - older to her at least - girl when Danielle caught her by the waist, clutching her younger sister to her chest to try calming her baby sister.

"My mom is a world-renowned fashion designer that makes Danny Phantom clothing. Who do you think came up with my dad's logo? My mom." She stressed the name. "She's also a great ghost hunter along with the rest of my family. My parents are rich, I don't have to worry about any college money wise, but I sure as hell don't flaunt it like you do.

"And another thing, you marry Baxter. Have fun with that. At least one of your children doesn't turn out as horrible as you. The other one is terrible, unfortunately. "

"So we have two kids?" The jock asked sheepishly, as to not upset the girl.

While Dash didn't raise his hand like she had asked in the beginning, Lilith let it slide; she was nice like that."Yep. My brother is actually dating your younger one, Ashlen is her name. It's cute, 'cause she's nothing like her mother. From what I can tell, she likes him for him, and not just his ghost half." She smirked at the girl who was now glaring at her. Not that she minded. Paulina didn't scare her, neither did her kid.

"What's the other one's name? Please tell me it's a boy, I want to keep the Baxter name going." That angered her. He never changed. She had to bite back a growl that bubbled in her throat.

"That-"

"Why are we discussing this?" Mikey piped in once again. "She's from the future. This is only going to mess up the timeline."

That only pissed her off even more. "I have had training with the master of time himself. I think I know more than you're aware of. Have you even met Clockwork? No. So shut up and sit down. I have to cut this short anyway. I really have to find out why I'm here."

She turned to her family. "Let's go to Nana's. We'll discuss everything there." They all nodded in agreement, telling Lancer that they'd pick up their homework after school.

"Race ya." She saw the challenge in her big sister's eyes as she transformed.

"Oh, you're so on!" With that, they sped off towards nana's house, Danielle just a tad ahead.

Yee. I personally love the idea that Danielle and Lilith are close, despite the big age difference. Anyway, let me know your thoughts! Until next time. (I know I said it'd be longer until I posted this story, but I just had so much inspiration for this one that I had to write. Lol)

Shoutout to my amazing beta reader silente faery. The rest will be posted on Fanfiction. I hope you guys enjoy!

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"You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?” OMG MASHTON WITH NEEDY MICHAEL 😭😭😭

Everything is fuzzy and Ashton’s confused for a moment as to why his exhausted brain has woken him up in the middle of the night. He glances over at the alarm clock on his bedside table - 1.03am. He’s about to roll over and attempt to get back to sleep before a series of persistent knocks on his hotel door startle him into complete consciousness. He slides out of bed, suddenly regretting his earlier decision to sleep in only his boxers; the cold air hits the bare skin of his chest and back like little needles.

Another series of knocks echo around the hotel room just before the drummer reaches the door, but more hesitant than before. In his sleepy state he doesn’t think to use the peephole or to ask who it is before he unlocks and opens the door, his tired brain not even considering the possibility of a reporter or a rogue fan being able to blag their way to his room. Luckily for him, it’s a familiar blonde that practically falls into his arms as soon there’s enough space between the door and it’s frame.

“Michael?” The drummer mumbles, worry lacing his voice as he pushes the door closed before wrapping his arms gently around his apparently very upset boyfriend. “What’s wrong?”

Michael buries his head in Ashton’s shoulder, sniffling quietly. “Just needed cuddles.” he replies softly.

The older boy strokes the guitarist’s hair before gently placing a kiss to the top of his head. “You knocked on my door at one in the morning, to cuddle? You know I’ve had people murdered for less?” He asks with a slight chuckle, hoping to lighten his boyfriend’s mood a little.

It doesn’t really work. Michael simply wraps himself tighter around his boyfriend, slumping down a little further in Ashton’s hold. “I hate my stupid brain, Ash…”

Ah…Ashton should have realised the reason for this visit sooner. His sleepy brain had obviously dulled his Michael-based Spidey senses, but his ‘supportive boyfriend’ mode finally kicks in. Ashton silently leads his shivering boyfriend - how did he not notice that Michael was shivering until now?! - over to the large bed.As he slowly coaxes the blonde to sit down on the mattress, Ashton realises for first time that Michael’s still fully clothed - dressed, from what he can see, in the dim moonlight filtering in through the window in the same skinny jeans and distressed t-shirt he’d travelled to the hotel in after their show earlier. “Haven’t you been to bed?” He asks quietly, fixing his steady hazel eyes on his boyfriend’s pale face.

Michael shakes his head, pulling Ashton down onto the bed beside him so that he can resume their hug. “Mind keeps racing… wanted to go for a walk but security wouldn’t let me so I just sat by my window for a while…” he mumbles into his boyfriend’s neck.

“I knew I should have brought you to my room tonight…” Ashton sighs, cuddling Michael tighter than ever. He’d noticed his boyfriend’s distracted behaviour on the short journey over to their hotel from the arena earlier that evening, but he’d been so exhausted that he hadn’t put up much of a fight when Michael had said he’d be fine in his own room tonight. The drummer now seriously regretted letting the argument drop so easily, despite the fact that he’d fallen into bed and into a blissful sleep less than ten minutes after the conversation had ended.

“C'mere, you’re freezing.” Ashton whispers, pressing another kiss into Michael’s unruly hair as he rubs his boyfriend’s icy cold arms in a vain attempt to warm them up a little. “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”

Michael shrugs noncommittally. “You were so tired, I didn’t want to disturb you…”

Ashton swears his heart breaks a little every time his boyfriend has a night like this, but having known Michael for over six years and having dated him for almost one of them, he’d experienced this before and hoped he knew how to help. He reaches past Michael to pull the duvet over his boyfriend’s shoulders before flicking on a lamp. “Let’s get you into something more comfortable, yeah?” The blonde nods solemnly, his pretty green eyes flashing with gratitude, as Ashton hurries over to the overnight bag he’d dropped carelessly next to the wardrobe a couple of hours ago. He pulls out a pair of grey sweatpants and an oversized grey sweater before rushing back to the bed “C'mon, put these on.” Ashton prompts in what he hopes is a soothing voice.

Michael takes the clothes and pulls off his t-shirt. The very second he is topless, Ashton pulls the sweater over his boyfriend’s head, helping him to push his arms through the baggy sleeves. “Thanks, Ash…” the blonde smiles sadly “I don’t know what I’d do without you…”

Ashton returns the smile and helps his boyfriend shuffle out of his skinny jeans “You should have woken me up sooner, babe…” he sighs. “I’ve told you a thousand times, you don’t have to deal with this alone.”

As soon as he’s pulled on the sweatpants, Michael immediately attaches himself to Ashton again, curling into his boyfriend’s side and pressing a soft kiss to his neck “It just scares me sometimes…” he whispers.

“That’s why you should have come to me right away, Mikey…” Ashton replies quietly “You can talk to me about anything - you know that.”

“It’s not just the anxiety and stuff…” Michael mumbles.

Ashton raises a questioning eyebrow, pulling back a little so that he could look at his boyfriend properly. “What do you mean, baby?”

Michael drops his gaze, tightening his grip on Ashton’s arm as though he was trying to stop him from running away or something, which is entirely i necessary because Ashton can’t think of a single thing in the universe that would take him a away from Michael’s side right now. “I’m scared that… well, it’s just that…” He stumbles through the start of a few sentences, biting his bottom lip worriedly and still refusing to meet Ashton’s gaze.

“You can tell me, Mikey…” The older boy coaxes gently.

“Well, I used to be able to cope with all of this stuff alone, y'know… I could get myself through it, but…”

“Well, that was before you had to deal with the added pressure of being in the public eye!” Ashton cut in, pulling Michael into a hug again.

“It’s not just that, Ash.” Michael sniffles “It’s just scary because I only really feel… well like me when I’m with you…”

For a moment, Ashton remains silent. It’s not that he’s surprised or taken aback by the comment, it’s the caution in Michael’s voice that keeps the drummer quietly contemplating his next move.

When the older boy fails to speak for an almost uncomfortably long time, Michael’s pulls out of the embrace and gets to his feet “And it’s just crazy because, I can’t put that kind of pressure on you… I hate myself for even thinking it and…”

“Woah, woah!” Ashton soothes, gently taking Michael into his arms again “This is the opposite of a problem, babe…” he chuckles despite himself “I feel like the best version of me when I’m with you, too!”

Michael clings to Ashton like his life depends on it. “Really?”

“I think that’s called…oh, what is it…oh, yeah, being in love!” The older boy grins at his boyfriend, revelling in the pink that begins to tinge his cheeks before letting his smile soften. “Mikey, you don’t need to be scared or embarrassed about that!”

Michael lets out a watery giggle and Ashton feels a small wave of relief starting to wash over him. He guides Michael back onto the bed and gestures for him to get in. “I’m gonna start insisting we share a room every night from now on, so you can tell me about this stuff right away! I hate it when you let things fester like that…” Ashton fusses, arranging pillows and smoothing out the sheets as he does.

“M'sorry.” Michael pouts as he curls up on the mattress, his blonde head sinking into the pillows as he waits for his boyfriend to join him.

“Don’t be sorry…” Ashton yawns, flicking off the lamp and scrambling into bed. He pulls the duvet over Michael first and then himself before pulling the blonde closer to him “I just want you to be happy, baby…” he adds sleepily.

Michael shifts around in the darkness until he’s as close to Ashton as humanly possible. He pecks a caring kiss to the drummer’s lips before resting his head on Ashton’s chest. “That always seems more achievable when you’re there.”

I hope you like this anon! 💖betaed by @mermaidcashton

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BatDad and Turtle Sons One-Shot

Summary: A crossover au between Batman and TMNT to see what I think it’d be like if Batman was the Turtles Dad

Word Count: 4040

Pairing: None (unless you count Leo and angst)

Rating: T (for blood and mild mild violence)

Life is strange, but the path we choose is even stranger

 Leo clung his leg to his chest, hissing in pain. Managing to bounce around on one foot for a few moments before falling. He could feel the muscles in his leg spasming between his fingers as he cursed his own body.   He wa so wrapped up in cursing his body that he almost didn’t the arm that wrapped around his shoulder. “Breath Leo, you need to stretch your leg to prevent straining.”

 “I know Dad.” HE did as his father commanded, and though his breath came out shaky at first, the more he stretched out his leg the easier it became to breath. He gave a weak sigh, “Sorry father.” Before looking to the man holding him up. No one in their right mind would ever accuse ‘Bruce Wayne’ of stereotypical ‘dad bod’. For a man in his late forties he was still in excelled shape, and if it hadn’t been for the slight grey tinges in his hair no one would have thought he had changed at all.  Bruce moved around to get a better look at his leg, rolling up the pants leg of his sweatpants and looking over the muscles with a father’s eye, “You’ll be alright son, you should just rest for the rest of the night.’

 The blue masked turtle gave out a sigh that almost sounded like a death gasp, “But we barely got started.” Course, the sympathetic smile his father was giving him only added to his shame,

“Just for the night, Alfred can look at it and we’ll go from there.” Bruce moved under his arm, lifting him up. With his support Leo was able to balance on one foot and move out of the rumpus room.

 For the past ten years, the citizens of Gotham had been curious at the ongoings at Wayne Manor, mostly on why, no matter the time of day, was the Manor always lit up? But Most of the citizens, the one who didn’t think it was full of vampires, would shrug of their own curiosity and mutter ‘rich people’ and shuffle on their way

 And the very answer was the turtle being helped of the small rumpus room by his father. The seventeen year old Leo was the same height as his father but lacked the build Bruce Wayne had. But dressed in dark blue athleisure wear. Another spasm shot through his leg, despite himself and his already brewing shame he can’t stop himself from hissing. Praying it hadn’t been overheard by Bruce.

 But very few things passed his fathers notice. Even the slightest hitch of breath, Bruce immediately turned to him, looking around and taking one of the hallway chairs and puling it closer, “Sit.”

“Dad its=” but choked off as his leg spasmed again. Leo reluctantly sat back down as Bruce looked over his leg again, “Look its really fine- “

 “Leo, you once broke your foot and didn’t say a word for week about It. If this pain is enough to make you make a noise, then it’s no small thing.’” Bruce held Leos’ calf between his legs, kneading the muscles with his thumbs, “You wait here. I’m going to go get some ice and some pain killers and call Al.”

 “No, Dad it’s fine I- “he was cut off by a gentle hand rubbing his scalp for a moment before his father disappeared down the end of the hallway. Leaving Leo to sigh and lean back in his seat. He wasn’t embarrassed about his father’s protectiveness, but rather his own inability to cope with the pain.

��Well, now that the pressure was off his leg, he was bored.

  Atleast until a moment later when a loud crash filled the opposite end of the hallway his father had gone. Followed by a stream of shouting and cursing. Leo could only sigh and pinch his brow, “Oh no.”

Almost in unison the two voices suddenly yelped loudly before starting off again. Alfred turned the end of the hall, dragging along two of Leonardo’s brothers, the Chaotic Twins known as Michelangelo and Raphael. But they were only twins in the sense of age, since they hardly looked alike. Mikey was closer to his height then Raph’s, since Raph was the only brother who stood taller then their father. And other then their similar skin tones of dark green they even dressed differently. Since Mikey always liked to wear bright colors of varying fashions and Raph preferred dark red or black. But right now, they both were at the mercy of Allred, who had a tight grip on their masks and pulled upward so the knots that kept their masks on was pulling the fabric in a most uncomfortable manner,

 “He was the one who tried to- “

 “Lies and slander! Don’t’ listen to this poser Al- “

 “POSER!?” Raph yanked away at the death grip on his mask, “You’re the one who filled my shoes with, GOD what was that?!”

 “I have no idea what you’re talking about! But if I DID I’d say it was a mixture of something I found in Dad’s closet, and a lot of Dicks old hair gel- ‘

 “Oh, you son of a-OW!”

 Alfred glared at the two turtles at his dwindling mercy, “That is enough out of both of you. If I hear one more word about ‘posers’ or ‘murdering’ eachothers or ‘memes-’

 Mikey looked up at Allred in confusion, ‘But I haven’t mentioned memes all day-OW!” ceased by another jerk on his mask

“Then you will both be sentenced to Laundry duty.” The two turtles immediately shut up. Even Raph looked a little worried for a moment. Alfred, finally noticing Leo was there, sighed, “Leonardo, my favorite turtle- ‘(ignoring Mikey shout in horror, ‘I thought I was your favorite!!!’”) “Please tell me you’ve seen your father? I feel compelled to inform him of his sons latest, ‘projects’”

 Leo couldn’t help but grin, truth be told Alfred HAD no favorite turtle. But at some moments Alfred would use his ‘favorite’ turtle tactic to get one of them to behave better, Atleast for a few minutes, “He’s getting some ice. I pulled my leg when we were practicing.”

 Alfred let out a long-suffering sigh that one might hear from a tired mother and not from a former British Secret Agent/Military Veteran, “Well that won’t do at all.” He gave a jerk on Raphael’s mask just as the red masked turtle tried to reach over and smack Mikey, “As soon as I’m done with these two, I will look at your leg- “

 “What did they do this time?”

 When his father had returned, Leo don’t know but he knew that he wouldn’t have jumped so hard if he had known it was his father taking his leg again, “Well Master Bruce, apparently there was a ruckus that involved defiling Master Raphael’s’ gym shoes and said Master swearing his revenge.”

 Bruce gave another sigh like Alfred’s, running his hand over this black hair, there were only a few dark grief streaks that undoubtedly came from, not dealing with a multi trillion-dollar company, but dealing with four teenage sons all day, “Raphael we’ve been over this, no killing your brother. Michelangelo stop tormenting your brother. If I catch either of you with a bruise or covered in chicken fat your both grounded

The moment Mikey was free he gave a loud yelp in joy, “Thanks Dad!!!!” before turning and charging for freedom. Free of the Mayhem Twins, Alfred knelt, “Let me handle this Master Bruce,” before pressing the icepack to Leo’s leg, Leo glanced to the one turtle who hadn’t run off in joy. That was the seething brother that, though younger then Leo, was taller than their father. “Why do you let him get away with everything?!” Raph demanded, “He torments me all freaking day and all he gets is a warning?!”

 “He’s not just getting a warning Raph, “if Bruce had mastered anything in the past thirteen years, it was patience, “I’m gong to talk to him later.” Raph scoffed angrily, storming a few feet away with his shell to them. Bruce stood up and walked over to him, taking him by the bicep and Turing him to look at him, “Why don’t you get some fresh air? Dick and Tim are back in town, I’m sure they’d like to take you on one of their patrols.”

 Leo could see the gears rolling in Raph’s mind. Struggling between staying and exacting his forbidden revenge on Mikey or being able to crush some one’s skull with his other brothers. Eventually he groaned, “Ok fine.”  Before turning and leaving

 “Don’t forget your coat Raph, “Bruce called, “If you stay until morning then call me. Don’t let anyone see you.”

  “I know I know Pop.” Raph waved without looking at him before leaving the need of the all. Leo had no doubt the news tomorrow would have several more segments of criminals begin beaten to a bloody pulp, “Are you sure that’s wise Master Bruce?” Alfred asked reflecting his own fears, but only hissed when Alfred shifted the icepack higher on his leg, “You know how bad his anger gets.”

 “He’s a good kid Alfred, I trust him. Sometimes he needs to let off steam. Dick and Tim will take good care of him.” Bruce stood by Leo’s chair just out of Leo’s peripherals but a gentle touch on his shoulder told him his father was still there, “How bad is it?’

 “He’s stressed several tendons in his leg, I recommend he rest it for Atleast three days.’

“Three days?!” Leo twisted to look up at Bruce, “Dad that’s not fair- “

 “If Alfred says to rest it then you rest it.”

 Three days though? As much as he wanted to argue, he didn’t want to disappoint his father. With a sigh, gesture his family shared, he leaned back in the seat with his father coaxing. Allowing Alfred to wrap up his calf. If he had to rest, he Atleast wasn’t going to be trapped, “Would it be alright if I used crutches Atleast?” he asked, “I don’t want to be stuck in one place, I promise not to move around too much.”

 Alfred gave Bruce a look before nodding, “So long as you keep your movements to a minimum, I will get you a walking cast “

 “Thank you,”

 “I was going to ask, “Leo was grateful to have his father’s attention on something else for a bit, “have you seen Donatello?”

 “Actually, I have. He was lingering around the kitchen again. NO doubted trying to sneak a cup of coffee.”

 Father sighed,’ Not again, I’ll deal with it. Will you get Leonardo somewhere comfortable and get him what he needs?” Without waiting or a answer, Bruce was already gone. No doubted off to fight the monster that was Donatello’s caffeine addiction.

 With a sigh Alfred looked back to Leo, “How many more years till I can retire?”

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

This wasn’t happening

The Chunin looked back down at his hands, the kunai he had been handed looked so big in the grip of a six-year-old, “You…you want me to what?” he asked the dark abyss

“They are not learning as quickly as you are.” The darkness exhumed cold, like the breath of the dead, “They are holding us back.”

“Th-they’re doing their best Master.” He begged, “Please, I’ll help them. I-I—” Chunin face exploded with pain as a staff backed across his face. If it hadn’t been the first time he experienced such pain, he might have been knocked over. But he instead squeezed his eyes shut and bowed his head, ignoring the blood now running down his cheek. He felt a clawed hand grip his shoulder that seemed to suck all the happiness out of his body, “You are nothing but a weapon, Chunni, a tool. You have no will of your own except to cry out mine.” A claw as sharp as a knife touched underneath his chin, drawing his gaze up to a pair of pure white eyes with needlepoints for sprinkles. The white surface jagged with red lines, despite himself Leo could feel himself start to tremble. And the Master whispers to him

“Kill them.”

 The book and blanket that had been resting on his chest suddenly flew to the ground as Leo jolted awake with a gasp. His sudden movement irritated his wrapped leg and stole his breath. The turtle nearly doubling over as he held himself flighty, squeezing his burning eyes shut as he struggled to breath.

A dream

He tried to tell himself it was just a dream, a ghost of a memory but his shaking body refused to listen. Remembering the breathing techniques his father had taught him, he led himself through a short meditation, tell his body finally stopped trembling and his breathing beamed regular. When Leo lined back in his seat he glanced over at the large grandfather clock. His first irritation was that it had only been about half an hour since Alfred had dumped him in the library with a tray of snacks and books, the second behind this father had already been in to check on him, hens the blanket draped over him, and the third filled him with more sadness then anything

 And that was the slight angle to the clock itself. While that might have been a minute issue for certain people, for him it opened a can of worms.

 Leo stood from the couch, testing his walking cast before hobbling over. How someone had managed to get past him, even if he had been asleep, was enough to irritate him. But that irritation was drowned by his concerned brotherly nature. He took the Grandfather clock by the frame and pulled it away from the wall, letting it swing like a door.

The tunnel inside was as dark as ever, tinging with dust, but a faint light at the end of the steep staircase told him he was right. Someone was down there

 And he knew exactly how it was.

 It was strange to descend that staircase. The steps, like everything else, was covered in dust and cobwebs. With only faint darker steps marking anyone having been down there recently. Yet, when he reached the end, he still had to muffle a gasp.

 The Batcave, though still covered in dust and cobwebs, was just as impressive as it had been the first-time father had brought them home. It had scared his brothers so much that Mikey and Raph had refused to leave his side, and father had to carry Donnie in his arms. The T-rex alone was enough to give any six-year-old who lacked basic knowledge of anything, nightmares.

 Speaking of Donnie

 The giant behemoth that was the Bat monitor was the only thing in the room that had been recently cleaned off, all screens lit up with the same image of a dark tunnel. Leo sighed as he moved towards it and the chair facing it. he peered around the chair to see a familiar purple masked turtle sitting, his teal orbs fixated on the screen behind glasses, “Donnie” he sighed, shaking his brothers’ shoulder

 The youngest gave yelp jumping in his seat and immediately slashing his arms around as thigh he was in a kung Fu movie, his headphones sliding down from the sides of his head. After a few moments Donatello’s eyes looked back up to him, “Leo!” he fixed his headphones again, “Who-what are you doing down here? Dad told me you needed to rest.”

 “What are you doing down here, you know we’re not allowed in here.”

 “I-I” Donnie slapped at the console, turning off the monitors, “I wa seeing if Dad used to play solitaire down here.”

 If eto shared anything with his father, it was his intolerance of being lied to, “Fine, get grounded, see if I care.” Before taking a grip on his youngest brothers’ bicep and lifting him up to his feet, “We’re leaving, now.”

“No wait-I- “Donnie was able to pull his arm free, but also succeed in flailing back into his seat, “I-I.” he glanced back at the screen, “I-I lied. I’m sorry.”

 The anger Leo had felt ebbed from him, as much as he doesn’t want it to, “Then why are you down here again?”

 Again, teal eyes looked up at him, drawing in concern and worry that made Leo’s heart ache despite the stoic stance he was trying to pull off, “I was checking some of Dad’s old surveillance cameras to see if they were working.”

              “Why?”

 For a memo Leo was impressed his new ability to talk without being speaking Before realizing he had no such skill and his voice had no such ability to change at moments notice. The two turtles turned to the Batcave entrance to see the form of their father standing there, arms crossed with a less then impressed look in his eyes that promised repercussions.

 For a moment, he felt sorry for his youngest brother

 Then he remembered the time Donnie had turned his stereo into a robot, and quickly pushed his pity aside

 “B-Because I’ve seen the news Dad,” Don’ stuttering didn’t come from a fear of their father but rather a lifetime impediment, “Th-There have been a lot of disappearance in the sewers lately in Star City, Cyborg told me. And-and I wanted to see if the camera’s caught him, or anything.” Donnie looked back to Leo and then their father, “Its him, it has to be right?”

 The room fell silent, Bruce crossed the room and turned the large armchair in his direction before kneeling, “Donatello- “

 “It has to be him, what if he’s back Dad? What if he came back for Leo?  I Don’t want him to hurt my brothers=”

 “DON.” Their fathers tone wasn’t hard or bitter like the monsters in Leo’s nightmares, but one of a parent demanding their child’s attention, “Donnie, ‘he started again,” his hands coming up to rest on the youngest child’s shoulders, “Even if there was a chance he survived our fight in New York, there’s no way I’d let him anywhere near you or your brothers. That’s why I have those cameras in the cities surrounding ours, so I would know” Bruce’s hands came up to hold the sides of Don’s tear stained face, “You are my sons, and you will always be safe so long as I draw breath.”

 Donnie looked at the ground for a moment, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears before he gave each nod. Bruce drew him in to an embrace. Don’s smaller arms wrapping around his fathers’ neck as Bruce stroked the back of his head.

Leo looked away to spare his brothers’ pride, and to repent to his own harshness. Of course, Donnie wasn’t a bad kid, he was only a few years younger then himself, almost fourteen. He wasn’t’ like Mikey who always tried to cause mischief, or Raph whose anger sometimes overshadowed his overwhelming big heart.  It took him a moment to realize Donnie had finally broken his hug, wiping his eyes as Bruce stood up, turning to face Leo, “Go rest son, enjoy your night. Make sure you close the door behind you.” Before going back up the stairs. It took him a bit longer to realize Donni eyes staring at him, “What’s wrong?” he asked

 “Are you mad at me?”

 “No, I- “Leo paused, “No I was wrong, I was too harsh, I’m sorry.”

 Donnie nodded, his eyes glancing back to the blank computer screens, “he was really bad right? The Master? I mean, I don’t’ remember him, but I was walking by Raph’s’ room the other night and he…” he paused, being his lip, “Raph was crying. I even heard Mikey the other night screaming.”

 He remembered that, it was always this time of year that brought all those painful memories back. Leo had tried to reach them to provide some sort of comfort, but Dad had beaten him to them both times. “Yes, he was.” Was all he managed to say, but he took a breath, “But Splinter is gone, D, even if he wasn’t, there’s no way Dad or I would ever let him near you or our family.” He wasn’t sure if Donnie would believe him, mostly because he doesn’t believe himself, but his young trusting eyes turned to him again and nodded, “I believe you.”

 Those words could have broken him, how many times had he this same conversation with his father? Back when they were children and he still feared every shadow? How many times did he wake up crying in the middle o f the night only for the rather to appear a moment later, rubbing his shell and coaxing all the nightmares away? Despite himself, Leo gently cupped Donatello’s face with his palm, pressing their foreheads together for a moment before pulling away, “Come on little brother, why don’t’ we hang out in the library? That was Alfred doesn’t get a conniption from me standing on my leg

 Though light returns to his intelligent brothers’ eyes as he nods, there’s still a shadow of fear in his eyes. Leo follows his brother out of the Batcave, and as he closes the Grandfather clock behind them, he notices the tremble in his hands and immediately hides them from view.

He never thought he’d still fear monsters

 (#)(#)\/(#)(#)

“It’s him, isn’t’ it?”

 Bruce feels as though his lounge is sandpaper as he nodes, standing at the window. “I knew it was him when I saw the reports in New York, then in Philadelphia. For a ninja, he leaves an obvious trail.”

 “Then why let Raphael leave? Aren’t’ they al in danger?” despite the incident earlier, Bruce never doubted how much Alfred cared for his sons,

 “HE’s with Dick and Tim, and by my calculations, Splinter hasn’t’ reached Gotham yet. But I have no doubt that’s where he’s headed. “

 “DO you think he’s after Leonardo? That he sill wants his weapon? OR does he want revenge?”

 “If I know anything about him, he wants both. But he’ll get neither.” Bruce moved over to his large bed and sat down, his hands rubbing on his thigh,

 “IF I may,” nothing could ever stop Alfred from voicing his opinion, “You are not the man you were ten years ago. You may have taken his most valuable assets, but he took something from you as well.”

 Bruce nodded, rolling back the leg of his pants, revealing a pale leg that matched the rest of his body. But he twisted his thigh for a moment, and with a his the deceiving human leg separated from his body. WITH the top off the line robotics, this leg still lacked the natural hairline reflect the rest of his body had. And while that may not be a issue for a normal person, for him it made every fight a struggle between life and death,” when I first fell into those sewers, I didn’t know what awaited me Alfred, I expected monsters but instead I found a turtle in form of a child, a child more scared then any child should ever feel, flinching at every shadow, and I wondered what could eve remake someone that young so scared of the dark….” he looked back down the remains of his leg, the horrendous scaring that marked where eat had been removed from the rest of his body, “But all those years being Batman didn’t prepare me for that kind of monster.”

 “You should send the boys away, they can stay with Mr. Kent.”

 “They wouldn’t’ leave and you know it.” Bruce put his leg back in place, the hissing markings where the leg was realigning with the already stationed apparatus. HE stood again< “IF I have to, I will return to the darkness. I will do what ever it takes to protect them.” Before his mind wondered back to the Cave he had just caught is sons in, the tall glass displays still covered in dust, marking a life he had far left behind.

He would do whatever it took to keep them safe