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under-the-dirt · 7 months

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sleep talking.

hihihihi!! this is a continuation of my previous post with price and sleeptalking reader!

anyway, a part 2 was requested and i love delivering!!

pairing: price x fem!reader

tags: reader is referred to by feminine pet names, oral (fem!receiving), unprotected p in v (guys literally do not pretty please :3), creampie?, cockwarming, overstimulation, UNDER 13 DNI!!!!! SHOO SHOO SHOO!!

taglist: @cloudyeventss @airghostlyfox

The following day was difficult, to say the least. It was hard to meet John’s eyes or even look at him the same. Everyone noticed how awkward you seemed for what appears to be no reason. The first one to approach you was Soap, who found you in the kitchen gnawing on your lip.

“Somethin’ wrong, lass?” Soap asks, and you chuckle and shake your head.

“No uh.. long night,”

“Hmm.. What ‘appened between ye n’ Price? Poor fella looks like a kicked puppy,” Soap chuckles, looking down at you and seeming surprised at the blush on your face. “Oh shit, now I gotta know,” He laughs.

“Nothing, it was nothing..”

“Sure of that? The way yer lookin right now ‘s tellin’ me ye got up to somethin’ you shouldn’ ‘ave” He teases, and you look up at him.

“Fine- yeah, we had sex.”

“Shit, how was the old man?”

“I’d think he was jus’ fine,” Price purrs from the doorway, walking in and standing beside you. “Can we talk real quick?” He whispers, and you nod, walking outside of the kitchen.

“I’m sorry..” You whisper, and he shushes you.

“No, nothin’ t’ be sorry ‘bout lass, nothin’ at all.” He coos, rubbing your arm gently.

“I just.. I’m confused.. what are we?” You ask softly, looking up at him with doe-eyes.

“Well, fer now, I dunno. If ye wanna be fuckbuddies or somethin’, that’s perfectly fine w’ me.” He explains, and you nod. “Then there it is, tha’s what we are.”

“Are.. Are we still going to sleep together?” You ask, and he laughs and raises his eyebrows. “No! Not like that!! Just.. are we still going to sleep in your room?”

“Of course, unless you don’t want to.”

“No- No I want to..”

“Then tha’s all” He smiled that sweet, crinkled eye smile, the one that drew you in, in the first place. He leans down and presses a gentle peck to your lips before walking off to do god knows what.

—🌙—

That night was far more eventful than any other, with him bending you over almost the second you entered his room. He’d eaten you out like a man starved, like his favorite meal. You were a moaning, writhing mess beneath his large hands.

“Oh god- John.. Mmhm..” You mewl, squirming to try and escape the overstimulation of his scratchy beard between your soft thighs. “Ohh.. oh god John,” You whine and moan, and he chuckles, kissing your cunt and pulling his head away, beard soaked with your juices. You hear him drop his pants, heavy belt clinking to the floor.

“Ohh.. god look what ye do to me, bunny,” He groans, stroking his painfully hard shaft. he presses his chest to your back as he slowly slides the tip in, the stretch causing you to moan and squirm. “Cmon, stay still for me darlin’,”

“Mmh! So big,” You whine, and he just pushes further until he’s buried to the hilt in your sweet cunt.

“God, such a pretty pussy. Just milkin’ me fer all I have, aren’t ya?” He chuckles as he begins to slowly thrust in and out of your tight hole, huffing and groaning all the while. Heavy balls slap against your ass which each thrust, his rough chest hair rubbing your soft back raw.

“Mmh! Oh- Price!” You moan loudly, and he shushes you with a laugh.

“Don’t want the others hearing, do we lass?” He purrs, using his free hand to open your mouth and put two fingers in which you dutifully suck on. He laughs and rubs your clit gently with his other hand, slamming his thick cock into your g-spot and making you moan louder around his fingers. You cum hard around his cock, forming a small ring at the base as he continues pounding into you before following and cumming deep inside you with a groan.

He rests his chest on your back, kissing the back of your neck sweetly and leaving gentle hickies.

“I’ve got some paperwork to do.. mind staying like this?” He asks softly, and you nod tiredly. He picks you up, still deep inside you and sits down at his desk with you in his lap.

About 30 minutes later you wake up again, head tucked into the crook of John’s neck as you deeply inhale his woody scent. You begin to feel something inside you, and your muscles involuntarily clench around it.

“Oh- fuck, darling, relax,” Price coos, rubbing your lower back gently with his free hand. You hear the gentle scratching of pen on paper behind you as he works, the soft rumble of his chest as he breaths and chuckles. The silence was like a lullaby, lulling you to sleep.

After he finished working, he picked you up and ever so gently pulled out while placing you on the bed. He went to his bathroom to grab a rag, wet it with warm water, and walk back to clean you both off. He first cleaned his sticky cum off his own cock, then cleaned his mess up from your thighs and abused cunt. You really were a deep sleeper, even the sensations of the rag bumping your clit didn’t wake you. After cleaning, John laid down next to you and pulled you to his chest, pressing gentle kisses to your head as he fell asleep.

this was such a silly moment! sorry it took so long to write!! <333 i hope this was good!!!

#call of duty #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod #cod smut #call of duty x reader #captain john price #captain price #john price x reader #john price #price cod #price #john price cod #price x reader #price mw2 #captain price x you #captain john price x reader

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ctitan98official · 4 months

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@milfnium : Okay so this one is kind of like a part 2 (I guess) to the sleepover But you should have Y/N, Donna, yassified Miranda, and Alci all play Just Dance on the wii. I can already feel the choas brewing here and I am really excited to see what you come up with

Hell yeah! This was one of my favorite requests… Let’s get into it! I linked the first part here! Read that first so this one makes sense!

Y/N: *Lying unconscious on the floor after falling off the chandelier*

Miranda: *Yawns and knees Alcina in the face, still asleep*

Alcina: *Startles awake, growls at Miranda and pushes her off the bed*

Miranda: *Still yassified, feels herself falling* And I oop! *Lands on her head* Ow! That shit hurted! *Rubs her head*

Donna: *Annoyed from all the noise* Would you three shut the hell up! *Hisses like a feral cat, crawls up and lays on Alcina’s bare chest*

Miranda: *Kind of out of it from bonking her head, looks over to see Y/N* Heh, lookin’ kinda fruity over there, Y/N! *Crawls over to investigate*

Y/N: *Drooling and slobbering, still unconscious*

Miranda: *Looks disgusted* This ain’t it, boo boo kitty fuck… *Kicks Y/N in the head to wake them up*

Y/N: OW! What the fuck?! You wanna go?! *Jumps up, ready to beat up an attacker*

Miranda: *Kind of turned on by Y/N’s aggression* Yes puhlease, hunty! *Grabs Y/N’s face and starts making out with them*

Donna: *Couldn’t go back to sleep, watching with morbid fascination as Miranda damn near sucks Y/N’s face off, still lying on Alcina’s chest, pouts* Oh man! Angie’s gonna be here soon to pick me up! I don’t wanna go home! *Smushes her face in between Alcina’s boobaroos*

Alcina: *Still groggy, flings Donna off of her, stretching* Good morning, dragas. How did everybody sleep? *Sits up and rubs her eyes*

Donna: *Goes flying into the weirdly violent make out session between Miranda and Y/N*

Miranda and Y/N: *Get knocked down like fucking bowling pins*

Donna Miranda and Y/N: *Groan in pain*

Alcina: *Rolls her eyes* I see we don’t have any morning people in this group. Shall we go eat some breakfast?

Y/N: No! I wanna play a game! Please, Alci?! *Gives her puppy dog eyes*

Donna: *Perks up at the idea of a game* We could play that new Resident Evil game! I hear it’s really good! There’s hot women in it!

Y/N: Normally, hell fucking yes. But today? Nah. My hands are too tired from last night to play something like that 😏 *Looks at the the Wii games* Ooh! What about Just Dance? We can do a four person dance!

A couple minutes later

Miranda Donna and Y/N: *Trying to see around Alcina while they dance*

Alcina: *Getting fucking into it, dancing and shaking her ass* This is really fun! Why haven’t we played this before?! *Accidentally smacks the shit out of Y/N while she dances*

Y/N: *Trips and falls face-first into the tv*

The tv: *Cracks and breaks*

Y/N: *Gets slightly electrocuted*

Miranda: *Doesn’t understand how video games work* Was that the secret ending?! We beat it, besties!

Donna and Alcina: *Look at each other in shock*

Angie: *Comes barreling in* Donna Beneviento! I have left 10 voicemails on your phone! It is time to come home, young lady! We have 20 doll orders to complete by the end of the month and I will not be made to look like a fool! *Puts her hands on her hips*

Donna: *Whining* But, Angie! We’re having so much fun! Can’t I stay a little longer?!

Angie: *Grabs Donna by the ear and pulls her along* No! Now, say goodbye to your little friends. Maybe you can have a playdate with them next week if you’re good.

Donna: *Waves goodbye sadly*

Y/N: *Trying to stand up and pull their head out of the tv*

Alcina: I didn’t know sleepovers could be so much fun! *Sits on the couch*

Y/N: *Yanks their head out of the tv, lands on Alcina’s lap*

The tv: *Fucking explodes*

Miranda: *Screaming at the tv* YESS! LEAN INTO IT!

Masterlist

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charleslee-valentine · 5 months

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For the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fanworks Event Day 6: Music is my Life

Ship(s): Radiohead/Vietnita/Brocktop (Chop Top x Stretch)

Word Count: ~1,800

Warnings: Alcohol use, hangovers, abuse mention, mild sexual content.

@texas-chainsaw-fanworks

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It wasn’t intentional.

Bobby was supposed to be out and back before anybody even noticed he was gone. To just grab a couple drinks and then get the hell out. Easy.

Now, nobody else knew that plan, so did it matter that much when two beers turned to three, then three to four? Probably not. He wasn’t far from home and hadn’t driven anyways. He could be there in time still.

Except he didn’t walk his goofy ass home. He woke up in a pretty girls bed.

She greeted him with a soft, close-lipped smile, “Morning. Didn’t think you’d be up before the afternoon.”

A groan slips past his lips. His head is fucked. Bobby tries to sit up and then lays right back down, rubbing at blurry eyes, “Time?”

“‘Leven thirty. You got somewhere to be, I’ll drive you.” She informs him, sitting on the side of the bed. Her bed.

Bobby should tell her he’s got to get home. But he’s barely awake, and barely able to remember what happened last night either. Speech isn’t coming to him.

He just shakes his head ‘no’.

“Your head still hurtin’ you?” The woman observes, when he nods again producing a little pain-pill bottle from somewhere, maybe the night stand, and giving it to him, “Here. Don’t leave it on an empty stomach. I can make you breakfast too.”

Really, he appreciates the offer. There’s no way in hell he’d lie and say he doesn’t like the attention from this gorgeous lady. But, one thought creeps up in his head and he has to ask, wondering if maybe she’s one of those women that take advantage that his big brother warned him about. After all, she doesn’t seem to be affected by last night in the least.

Maybe she was sober while he wasn’t.

“A-Aren’t you hungover t-too?”

“Sugar, I do that every night. If I still got as fucked up as you, I’d’ve been kicked out by now. My drunk lasts a lot less than yours.” She informs him, kind but a little humored.

That’s when Bobby remembers some. Pretty girl is the disc jockey from the bar. Stretch is her work name. Vanita is her real one. Even that part of her is beautiful.

Okay, so he might be a little pussy whooped, but he can’t help it. She played good music. Actual rock and not the radio approved shit. Alcohol in his system meant he was probably rambling about all the artists and such for hours last night, and she’d done nothing but listen contentedly. And then kiss him.

It was really pretty fun, dancing all night, sharing drinks and cool facts and kisses. Nothing like the other quick hookups he’d had in bathroom stalls and seedy motels. The kinds where they wouldn’t look him in the face or kiss him after they got their rocks off.

Those times had been better than being lonely, but not being hat he wanted. Nothing like miss Vanita.

Even now, she could kick him out. Instead of sitting here close and brushing stray hairs off his face, she could be dragging him out the door.

Not that he even should be still here. He’s a long several hours overdue to be back home. They’ll have noticed by now he ain’t there.

He looks her in her eyes, half squinting from the stubborn headache, “I-I kinda lied. M-My brothers’ll be look-lookin’ for me.”

Stretch seems understanding, putting her sweet hand in his hair like she’d done the night before and makin’ him blush like some kinda idiot, “I can take you home, hon. Promise it won’t bother me none to do it.”

“I-I don’ wanna.” Bobby doesn’t know why he’s honest. Like he’s her puppy or something.

“Mm. I hear ya.” Stretch can sense the sadness in him, the part of the truth that isn’t being told. She just misunderstands it’s meaning a little, “Bobby, are you sure you got somewhere to go? You can tell me the truth.”

“Huh? O-Oh yeah. M-My brother o-o-own’s a real big farm house. We all l-live there. All-“ He counts his siblings on his fingers, including his Sissy even though she doesn’t come home often, “Five of us.”

That doesn’t fully answer her question though. Stretch asks him slowly, “And you’re safe there?”

“S-Sure. Drayton says..says I-I’m in my r-rebellion phase.”

All he means by that is that he’s on a slightly longer leash than he used to be, not getting beat up the same as he used to either. Safe enough. He might get smacked around a little for coming home so late, but it’s nothing miss Stretch outta worry her little self about.

She sure looks like she’s worrying though, with her eyebrows all shot up high on her forehead, “Mister, you told me you were 30 something.”

“Yeh. I-I am.” Bobby tells her bluntly, even though his stutter makes him sound less sure.

“Alright then.” She relaxes quick, looking at him in this infatuated way, the kinda look nobody ever gave him before. A light laugh bounces her strong-frame shoulders, “You are a mystery, Robert Sawyer.”

It sounds nice, but he wants to be sure she isn’t trying to pull one over on him. “I-In a good way?”

“The best.” She promises.

“Cool. Gr-Groovy.” Without the whiskey and beer, he ain’t exactly some Romeo. He feels awkward and dumb, so he tries to make up for it, “Hey, c-can I kiss you?”

Stretch hums with tiniest play of a smirk on her face, “Honey, you done a lot more than that.”

Oh she knows just how to make him blush. It’s nice having someone who challenges him back.

He smiles really genuinely, even though he’s been told his overbite is gross looking, he hopes she won’t mind, “I-It’s polite to ask.”

She must like his smile.

“Then yes, baby. Anytime you like.”

Stretch even initiates the kiss, already holding him in her arms, only taking a little effort to lean in and connect their lips. Everything about her is gentle, but not her kisses. Those are hungry. Fierce.

Dominant.

Bobby makes some kind of a noise like a whimper and a mewl combined. It makes Stretch laugh softly.

Flushed as pink as a peach, he pulls away a little, for the sake of catching his breath as much as to get his bearings back, “Wh-What’s funny?”

Her soft hands never leave his face, “You just weren’t this shy last night, baby. Don’t worry though; I like my boys a little soft.”

Soft isn’t really a word he’s been called before. Or even been allowed to be. In his head, soft translates into pansy ass. To sorry excuse for a brother.

He knows his face must light up like a puppy dog when she says that. Every instinct in his body screams to kiss on her, so he does. Not that he’s usually one to deny things like that, but it seems especially right, being here with this special girl.

He lungs and kisses all over her face. Any inch of skin he can reach gets a smooch.

She’s howling with laughter by the time she gently pushes him off, “Calm down now, mister!”

But he doesn’t want to go far away from uer. The contact and the pressure and the warmth are too nice. He leans on her while his hands get tappy and a couple little noises squeak past his attempts to stop them. That happens when he gets happy. Stretch might have to get used to that.

She doesn’t seem off put at a glance. If anything, the look in her eyes is kinda fond. Loving.

Her fingers card through his long hair again, careful not to catch on any tangles, “You and me gonna party ‘gain soon, sweet thing?”

Bobby shrugs, “M-Maybe once I’m ungrounded. I-I’m gonna be in biiiiig trouble.”

“Even if I come back with ya and explain?” Stretch offers.

That makes him feel silly. People don’t really think it’s normal, him being old as he is and still being pushed around by his big brother. Living with him ‘stead of on his own.

They think that it makes him either some drooling idiot, or a spineless pushover. Like he’s just supposed to walk away from the man that raised him, and his other two brothers that need the extra help. The man feeds him for thirty years, takes care of his brothers and helps with his medicine, and that’s supposed to mean nothing?

Thankfully, Stretch ain’t most people though.

Bobby looks at her all wide eyed, “Y-You’d do that f-for me?”

She sounds real genuine as she explains her reasoning, knowing he needs to heard it to believe it, “Sure, hon. I get it, you been gone all night, but it’s better’n both of our drunk asses winding up in a ditch somewhere. They’ll understand that.”

He nods, and wraps his arms right around her, determined to look in her eyes while he declares, “I-I won’t let ‘em be mean t-to ya. Y-You’re my girl, miss Stretch.”

It was mostly a success. His eyes do that blinky twitchy thing they do, which has always annoyed him, but it doesn’t seem to bother her.

For once, she’s the one between them that blushes “Am I now?”

“Y-Yeah. My..My fave.” He promises, hoping she understands what a high compliment that truly is.

But then she says something that surprises him. “Ain’t always you get to meet the folks this early. That’s gotta be a new record.. Hope I’m not comin’ off too desperate on you.”

As if. Not when Bobby’s around, he thinks. His middle name might as well be desperate (He actually doesn’t officially have one on paper.) It’s awful weird having someone who doesn’t just automatically point out that he’s annoying or blame him for everything. Stretch really thinks she could be too much?

“N-No way. Y-You and me, we c-could be s-soulmates o-or somethin’.” To prove it to her, he belts a line from a Van Morrison song about love, “I'm run into to her like a river strong-“

Music gets to a girl like her. One who knows allll about it from her nights dj-ing at the club. She interrupts him with a kiss.

Strong as all the other ones with even more tongue. There’s intention behind it, a silent but perfectly clear question. An offer to do a repeat of last night, but sober. Bobby gives her some little sounds as confirmation. Moaning little whines.

All the confirmation she needs.

Stretch throws her leg around his waist, using the added leverage to pin Bobby to the mattress and straddle his waist.

Somehow they stayed connected through all that, but she breaks the kiss to ask him, panting, “How much longer b‘fore you hafta go?”

“A-A little while more w-wouldn’t hurt nobody…” He confirms.

It’s true enough. Might get him hurt, but he’s more’n used to that.

Something tells him he ain’t never gonna get used to the feeling of a pretty girl on top of him this way. So he’s sure as hell gonna revel in it.

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wordsmithwhumpsandfluff · 9 days

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I have a request! I read your fic where you introduce Atticus and Felix to Keiko and Am, so I'd love a part 2 of sorts? Its so good!

I was thinking sickie Kei + Atticus / Caretakers Amber and Felix/ Illness: food poisoning.

🙈🙈

Dude, this one took me so long to write!! It's so long!!!!!😭 I love this so much tho❤️

Double whump, two fics in one!!

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“That poor boyfriend of yours,” Felix said, grinning while admiring his handiwork.

Amberlynn stood on a slightly raised platform, wearing her costume for the theater program’s production of Chicago. She got the role of Roxy, and was—to be frank—looking sexy as hell.

Black leather shorts that just barely covered the bottom of her ass, a strapless leather crop top, heeled boots, and full body fishnets. Her pale face was red as she looked down at her body in the revealing outfit. “Is there any way to make the shorts a little longer?” she asked hopefully.

”Yeah, they’re rolled up a bit,” Felix told her. “Just unroll them. That should make them two inches longer.”

Amberlynn did just that, and it did feel a bit more comfortable. Still, she had no intention of ever telling her dads about this show, no matter how much Jackson adored seeing it on Broadway.

“Wow, Amber,” Dina said, walking over in her own sexy costume. She was playing Velma. “Lookin’ hot. Keiko better bring some extra flowers to this show.”

Amberlynn smiled and blushed.

Dress rehearsals were this week. Then, on Saturday night was the show. Amberlynn told Keiko to not research Chicago since she wanted to surprise him. He was going to be very surprised.

Amberlynn changed back into her galaxy overalls and purple shirt, and brough the costume back to Felix who was with some of the other fashion majors, putting costumes into garment bags.

“Here, Felix,” she said, handing her outfit to him.

“Thanks, Starry,” he said, taking it and zipping it up. “Your boyfriend is gonna need CPR when he sees you in this.”

Amberlynn chuckled. “Good.” Then she asked, “Is your boyfriend coming to watch the show with you?”

“I might try to drag him with me,” Felix shrugged. “But musical theater isn’t really his first choice of entertainment, and Chicago costumes might make him a bit uneasy. But even if he doesn’t come, I’ll take him out to a lovely night of dinner and ice cream after the show’s over anyway.”

Amberlynn smiled. “I might do dinner, too. Keiko would love that.”

Felix brightened with an idea. “Maybe we should do a double date after the show,” he suggested. “It could be fun.”

Amberlynn also seemed to brighten at this idea. “Oh my God, yes! That would be nice.”

“Brilliant,” Felix said with a bright smile. “I’ll run it past Atti. And I’m very sure I can convince him.” His smirk told Amberlynn he had a plan up his sleeve to persuade his boyfriend. “You go ahead and run it past Keiko.”

“I will.”

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“A double date?” Atticus repeated, wondering if he’d heard Felix wrong. “With Keiko and his girlfriend, both of whom I met while tossing my cookies?”

Felix pouted at his boyfriend while stirring a pot of yummy-smelling French Onion Soup—his mum’s recipe. “Well, when you put it like that it sounds like a bad idea.”

Atticus bit his cheek, conflicted. Truthfully, he wasn’t really against the idea of having a double date. But he just wished the date wasn’t with that specific couple. Just remembering their first time meeting made his face hot with embarrassment. He still sat next to Keiko in class and they were kinda like friends now, but he still felt like the night would be awkward.

“And I’d have to watch the show? The whole thing? Chicago??”

Felix pouted even more, looking like a kicked puppy. “You don’t have to come,” Felix said. “I just thought we could have some fun with it. But it’s fine, Atti.”

Atticus sighed, defeated by Felix’s face and voice. He knew the blonde knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew he was falling for it. “Compromise? I’ll do the double date if I can meet you after the show. Okay?”

Felix smiled brightly, his pout instantly vanishing and a glint of victory in his eye. Clearly, this is exactly what he wanted. “Brilliant! The show is only two-and-a-half hours. Italian food is good?”

Atticus rolled his eyes, unable to hide his smile. “Yeah. Italian is great. I’ll get a nice pasta with a side of manipulation.”

Felix blinked at him in a flirty way. “You love me.”

Atticus rolled his eyes again, still smiling and he kissed Felix’s cheek before walking away.

— — —

“You should find your seat,” Amberlynn said, adjusting the fishnets to make them less twisty. Her hair was styled like it was the 1920s, and Felix was still so proud with his costume design.

“Just wanna know now, do you prefer Olive Garden, or that little family owned place downtown. Bianchi’s, I think it’s called?”

“Olive Garden, definitely. I live for the breadsticks!”

“Okay, I’ll make a reservation.”

Amberlynn let out a sigh when she was done messing with the fishnets. “How do I look?”

Felix grinned and said, “Fabulous. Keiko will be drooling.”

Amberlynn laughed. “Thanks, Felix. Now go to your seat before someone takes it!”

“Okay, I’m going! I’m going!”

Thankfully, Felix got to his seat in time. The show began great, and when Amberlynn appeared in her costume, he swelled with pride. He knew Atticus would’ve hated this, so he wasn’t upset that his boyfriend wasn’t there.

Felix loved Chicago. And Amberlynn was a powerful actor and singer, which was genuinely shocking since she was usually so soft-spoken.

The songs were all amazing. Amberlynn was the perfect Roxy. The other fashion students that Felix was sitting with were all whispering “Look at Starry go!” and other stuff.

It was an exciting, dramatic, and hilarious two-and-a-half hours. Felix cackled at the moment when the person dressed as a pretty blonde news lady revealed he was a bald man (really just some guy wearing a bald cap and a fat-suit), since that part always surprised him no matter how many times he watched the show.

He texted Atticus to start making his way to the campus when the bows were about to begin. The bows took a while, and the crowd erupted when Amberlynn took her bow.

He sent a text to Amberlynn, saying to meet outside when she was ready, and he went out to find Atticus.

Atticus was waiting outside, in front of the theater building. He was leaning against a wall in a nice black-collared shirt and formal pants. His hair was combed and tied back in a manbun that Felix loved since it was incredibly hot on him.

The big guy smiled as he saw Felix and he walked over. “Hey, baby,” he said, leaning down and kissing Felix, bumping their noses together before standing straight again. “We’re waiting on them now?”

“Yeah,” Felix said, holding Atticus’s hand. “They shouldn’t be long.”

— — —

Keiko was waiting for Amberlynn inside, his face unbelievably red. Amberlynn couldn’t help but giggle when she saw him. “Heeeey,” she said, and he looked up at he with a fake accusing look, barely containing a smile.

“You are evil,” he laughed as she came up to him. He reached forward, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her in for a deep kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair. “God, I love you,” he said against her lips, making her smile widely.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” she said, pulling back enough to look at him. “You ready for dinner?”

He sighed dramatically. “First you make my heart explode, and now I have to sit through dinner before I get to see you in bed? Pure evil.”

Amberlynn chuckled, kissing him again and taking the large bouquet of purple flowers from him. “I promise, you can see me in bed after I enjoy my breadsticks and Tour of Italy.”

They made their way outside. Amberlynn was now in a cute purple dress with a sparkly skirt. She was arm-in-arm with Keiko as they spotted Felix and Atticus outside and made their way over.

Felix smiled as he saw her. “My God, you were amazing,” he said as they came up to them. He looked at Keiko, a brow raised. “You liked her costume?”

Keiko’s cheeks pinked as he looked at Amberlynn, smiling widely. “I loved it.”

Felix gave Amberlynn an ‘I knew it’ look.

“Hey,” Atticus said to Keiko.

“Hey, man,” Keiko said. “Everything good?”

“Yeah, all’s good.” He resisted the urge to shift on his feet.

He felt. So. Awkward.

Felix checked his phone. “Well, the reservation is in twenty minutes, so we should all get going.” He looked back at Amberlynn and Keiko. “We’ll meet you two there.”

Keiko and Amberlynn went to Kei’s car, and Felix and Atticus left in Atticus’s.

The night started off a bit awkward, and Amberlynn and Felix initiated most conversation. Atticus eventually warmed up and began acting more like his usual social self when the breadsticks came and he couldn’t help but look simultaneously surprised and amused by the fact that Amberlynn nearly inhaled her first one.

Felix sighed after his lemonade came, saying that the one thing he missed most about London was being able to order a martini since he was nearly twenty and the legal drinking age in England was only 18.

Conversation began to flow easily. Keiko was the only one unfazed when Amberlynn ate the whole Tour of Italy plate and five breadsticks without leaving anything leftover. Felix and Amberlynn kept telling hilarious stories from the dress rehearsals. Both of them exchanged glances when their boyfriends began talking to each other about their class, bitching about their professor.

Atticus and Keiko both wound up ordering shrimp scampi, and the whole night wound up being more fun than any of them thought it would be.

“Any boxes?” their waiter asked when they were done eating. They all said no.

“Oh, but a tiramisù to go,” Amberlynn said. “Bring it with the check, please.”

“Okay.”

They wound up splitting the check. And after that, they all went outside, still laughing and talking.

“We should definitely hang out again together,” Atticus said, an arm casually around Felix’s waist.

“Definitely,” Keiko agreed. “Tonight was fun.”

They all said their goodbyes and went on their ways.

— — —

“I’m soooo stuffed,” Atticus sighed as he fell back like a starfish on his bed, a bit of cookie dough ice cream on the corner of his mouth. “And sleepy.” It was basically the middle of the night, after all.

Felix chuckled. “I bet.” He climbed onto the bed to kiss Atticus’s cheek. “Imma shower now, lovely. Okay? Don’t fall asleep.”

Atticus yawned, eyes closed, and nodded. Felix knew he was gonna fall asleep, and he smiled as he stole some of Atticus’s pajamas and went to shower.

He was tired as well, but that didn’t stop him from taking as long as he usually did. As soon as he got out of the shower, he expected to see Atticus in the exact same spot, but his boyfriend was no longer in the room.

He took a second to grab his inhaler and take a couple of puffs before going to look for Atticus. He was shocked to see his boyfriend in the kitchen, panting over the kitchen sink with a string of drool dangling from his bottom lip.

“Atti,” Felix called, walking over. “Goodness, love, are you alright?”

Atticus shook his head. Felix put a hand on his back and felt how shaky he was. He reached in to cup Atticus’s forehead, expecting to feel a fever, but Atticus was just clammy and sweaty, cold to the touch. Some longish strands from his manbun had come loose, and one close to his mouth was coated in a bit of vomit.

“Bloody hell. What is this?”

Atticus jerked with a sudden heave, bringing up his half-digested shrimp scampi. Felix frowned as he wondered if this was food poisoning or something.

“C’mon, lovely, let’s move to the bathroom.”

Atticus continued to hover over the sink for a minute before pressing a fist to his mouth and nodding stiffly, his eyes a bit watery.

Felix and Atticus went back to the bedroom and into the bathroom. Atticus collapsed to his knees in front of the toilet, barely lifting the lid in time to puke again, groaning softly and hugging his arms around his stomach in pain. “Hurrrts,” he whined, making Felix frown with worry. About forty minutes ago, Atticus was fine!

Suddenly, Felix heard his phone ringing in the bedroom. He ignored it and let it ring, cooing over his boyfriend as he puked again. Atticus had sweat through his shirt and cramps were gnawing at him. “Fuck,” he whined. “I don’t— My stomach feels so gross.” He pitched forward with another heave, nearly missing the bowl, and Felix cupped his forehead to steady him.

“Just get it out, love,” he said. Then he heard his phone ring again, and he wanted to ignore it again but this was one call right after the first, so he was just a bit curious.

Atticus groaned. Then, spitting into the toilet, he mumbled, “Go check your phone.”

Felix shook his head. “No way. I’ll check later.”

Atticus let out a sigh, resting his cheek on the toilet seat, making Felix cringe. “Are you empty?” the blonde asked.

Atticus’s face twisted slightly in a grimace. “Maybe?” he guessed. “I just feel so gross. My belly really hurts.” He squeezed his stomach, forcing up a sick burp and then grimacing sourly. “Ugh. I can taste the shrimp. Ew.”

Felix rubbed Atticus’s back until he was pretty sure Atticus was done puking.

“Come on, lovely. Let’s go to bed.”

Felix had to help pull Atticus up, which was a struggle since the man was much taller than him.

Atticus sat on the edge of the bed while Felix got him some new clothes. He normally would’ve had Felix leave the room while he changed, but he was honestly too dizzy to even lift his arms above his head, so Felix wound up getting him out of his sweaty clothes and into pajamas while he just kept blushing furiously at being seen in just his boxers by his boyfriend.

Once Atticus was laying down with a trash bin by his side of the bed, Felix finally checked his phone and saw two missed calls, a voicemail, and three texts from Amberlynn.

He left the bedroom to grab some things, and he listened to the voicemail first while he went to the kitchen. In the voicemail, she’d said, “Hey, Felix. I’m sorry to be bothering you so late. I was just wondering if you and Atticus are feeling sick at all. I’m fine, but Kei is really sick and throwing up a ton. You don’t have to call me back, but at least text me so I know you two aren’t dying or anything. Bye, Felix.”

Felix wound up calling her back, and she answered after two rings. “Hey,” she said, sounding slightly worried. “You okay? Is Atticus okay? Are you—”

“I’m fine,” Felix said, interrupting her worried questions. “Atticus is sick though. You think it could be food poisoning?” He put the phone on speaker so he could still talk for rummaging for medicine. He found the cabinet it was in, but frowned in annoyance when he saw the Pepto tablets on the highest shelf. Sometimes, having an obnoxiously tall boyfriend was a bit annoying.

“Maybe,” Amberlynn answered. “They both had shrimp scampi. You think that the shrimp might’ve been bad or something?”

Felix was trying to climb on the counter as he agreed, “It’s very likely.” He finally managed to grab the Pepto and hop back down, picking up his phone and taking it off speaker. “How’s Keiko?”

Amberlynn sighed in a way that made Felix almost see her rolling her eyes. “Dying of dehydration on a cold tile floor. He’s refusing to leave the bathroom because he’s scared he’ll puke on me again in bed.”

Felix cringed, now wondering if he should be worried about that now as well. “Tell him I hope he feels better. I’ve got to go now, Starry. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Okay. And tell Atticus I hope he feels better, too. Bye!”

They hung up, and Felix grabbed a glass of water and went back to the bedroom. Atticus had sat up and brought the bin up to his lap. It was still empty, but Atticus still hovered over it with his mouth unable to close because of the nausea.

“I’ve got some medicine,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He shook two Pepto tablets out of the container and held them out towards Atticus. “Here. And here’s some water.”

Atticus looked at the meds and water but didn’t take them. “They’ll come back up,” he mumbled.

Felix sighed softly. “It’s alright if they do. Or, they might help. Can you please try, baby?”

Atticus hesitated before taking the meds and water, swallowing them with a sour look. Both men waited before Atticus sighed and said, “I think I’m good. For now, at least.”

“Okay,” Felix said, taking the glass back and putting it on the bedside table. “Sleep now. Hopefully this’ll pass quickly. Keiko’s sick too, by the way.”

Atticus’s eyes widened slightly while he was moving to put the bin back on the floor. “Really?”

“Yeah. Amberlynn and I think the shrimp scampi you two had was bad.”

Atticus groaned as he laid down. “Well, that sucks.”

Felix agreed as he got in bed beside Atticus, scooting close to cuddle. Atticus gladly hugged Felix, burying his face in the blonde’s chest. Felix felt a bit guilty, knowing that Atticus wouldn’t have wound up sick if he hadn’t basically forced him to go on the double date. But, as if reading his mind, Atticus squeezed the blonde and mumbled. “I loved tonight. Dinner was fun. Love you, baby.”

Felix smiled, planting a kiss on top of Atticus’s head. “Love you, too. But please don’t puke on me, lovely.”

— — —

(When Amberlynn and Keiko got home)

Amberlynn was giggling in the elevator as Keiko fluttered kisses all over her neck and cheek, trapping her in a hug from behind. “Kei, we’re not even in the apartment yET!” She squealed as he lifted her off her feet spinning in a circle while laughing, his face buried in her curls. “Kei, you’re gonna make my tiramisù squish!” she squealed because she was holding the dessert she got to go.

When the elevator stopped, Keiko put her down but didn’t stop hugging her, forcing them both to have to walk awkwardly with Keiko still hugging her from behind. Once in the apartment, Keiko suddenly spins his girlfriend around, kissing her deeply the way he’s wanted to all night.

She laughed against his mouth, holding her dessert with just one hand and using her other to rest on his shoulder. She pulled away, smiling and looking dreamily at his eyes. “Gimmie a sec to put my tiramisù away, babe.”

He pecked the tip of her nose. “Okay.”

Amberlynn turned to the kitchen and quickly put her tiramisù away. Behind her, she heard Keiko hiccup suddenly. She chuckled at the sound, shutting the fridge and turning around, only to raise a brow when she saw him rubbing his stomach over his nice button-up. “You okay?” she asked.

He smiled at her. “I’m perfect.” She went back over, this time with both arms available, and she wraps them around his neck and kisses him.

Still kissing, they make their way to the bedroom, laughing into each other’s mouths every time they nearly trip together. By the time they get to the bedroom, Kei’s shoes and Amberlynn’s heels are long gone. Kei’s shirt is also gone, and he’s currently pulling Amberlynn’s dress above her head.

They fall on the bed together, still kissing and only breaking apart to get comfortable.

Keiko broke the kiss again to sit back on his knees, looking down at Amberlynn and just admiring her, taking her in. The whole night, she still had her beautiful stage makeup on, and now she looked giddy with her lipstick slightly smeared. Her curls were wild and she looked perfect in every way.

She laughed when Keiko just kept staring at her. “What?” she laughed.

He shook his head, grinning ear-to-ear. “You’re fucking stunning, Amber.”

The series of events that came after that could only be described as incredible and perfect. By midnight, they were cuddling in bed, Keiko wearing boxers and Amberlynn wearing underwear and one of his t-shirts. Keiko was being the big spoon, wrapping himself around Amberlynn and placing lazy occasional kisses on top of her head. She was snoring softly in his arms, and he couldn’t stop smiling.

That is, until his stomach let out an unhappy grumble. That made his smile falter a little. He had been feeling a bit off since they got back, but he’d been able to ignore it. But now it was no longer a little uncomfortable ache, and it was instead a gnawing crampy feeling in his gut. His mouth was flooding with saliva; the universal tell-tale sign that someone is about to puke.

Keiko’s whole body jostled with a hiccup, and that was enough to make Amberlynn stir slightly. “Kei?” she asked sleepily.

“I just hiccupped, baby. Go back to sleep.”

She yawned. “Yeah, okay,” she mumbled, pressing herself closer to Kei. Any other time, he would’ve smiled at the closeness. But now, her back was pressed against his stomach, and a sudden wave of nausea made him stop hugging her and sit up, an arm wrapping around his stomach and his other hand covering his mouth.

“Keiko? What’s wrong?” Amberlynn sat up as well, touching his back. “Babe?”

He shook his head, frowning. “I don’t know. I feel weird.” He rubbed his belly a bit. “My stomach is off.

Amberlynn yawned and pushed his hand away from his own tummy, rubbing it herself instead, and Keiko let her. “Indigestion or something?” she asked.

Keiko shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe?” His chest jostled with another nauseous hiccup, and he knew what was about to happen.

“Are you gonna puke?” she asked, but Keiko didn’t answer. “Baby?” she asked, moving to be in front of him, still rubbing his stomach but now looking him in the eye. “You okay?”

He wanted to tell her to get out of the way, but he didn’t even have the time to push her away enough before he vomited all over his hand, lap, and even Amberlynn’s arm and a bit of her shirt, making her yelp and jump back a bit.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” Keiko apologized frantically. “I’m so—”

He stopped when he knew he was about to throw up again, and he all but leapt out of bed and ran to the bathroom to throw up in the toilet. Amberlynn came in behind him, crouching down next to him and rubbing his back, cooing him softly.

A couple of violent heaves brought up another stream of puke. When he had a minute to breathe, he lifted his head from the toilet and looked at his girlfriend, his eyes falling on the sick on Amber’s arm and shirt. He cringed. “I am so sorry,” he said. “That’s so gross. I’m—”

“Stop apologizing, Kei,” Amberlynn chuckled. “So, what’s going on? You’re not feverish,” she realized as she cupped his cheek. “Was it the food?”

Keiko’s brows creased slightly. “I don’t. . . I—” He quickly turned his head away from her hand and threw up again.

After a few more streams, he looked at Amber, frowning. “Clean yourself up, baby,” he said. “I’ll live if you leave me alone for a second.”

Amberlynn nodded, standing and washing off her arm in the sink. Then she went back into the bedroom to put on a different one of Keiko’s t-shirts. And then she went straight back to Keiko. He was almost as pale as her, which was a very unnatural look on him.

“Hey,” she said softly, crouching beside him again. She pushed his hair back away from his face. “So, scale of one to ten? Do you doctors ever actually ask that question?”

Keiko chuckled a bit at her question, looking at her. “Yes, we ask it,” he croaked. “But I’m not a doctor yet.”

She rolled her eyes, smirking. “You might as well be with our group of idiots.”

Kei snorted, but then his face fell and he threw up again in the toilet.

It was a solid twenty minutes. Eventually, Amberlynn had gone back to the bedroom to test a theory and ask Felix and Atticus if they were also sick, in case it was food poisoning. And she also took a minute to change the sheets.

“I think you’re empty,” Amberlynn said. “C’mon, baby, let’s go back to bed.”

He frowned at that. “No, I can’t,” he said. “I’ll get sick again.”

She ran a hand through his hair. “It’s fine if you do, babe. I’ll get the bin and—”

“Nooo,” he whined, dropping his forehead on the toilet seat. “I don’t wanna throw up on you again.”

Amberlynn sighed, kissing the top of his head. “You won’t, Kei. Don’t worry. C’mon.”

By now, she could tell he was dehydrated. She tried to get him to drink some water, but it came back up right away.

She tried to pull him up, but he resisted and stayed where he was. “Go ahead and go to bed,” he said in a whiny voice. “I’ll come when— hic —I’m done. I still feel nauseous.”

Amberlynn pouted. “Keiko, at this rate you’ll wind up falling asleep here. You’re exhausted. Just come to bed.”

He shook his head, hovering over the toilet and gripping the bowl with white knuckles.

Amberlynn let out another sigh, standing. “Okay. You’re stubborn, and I’ll be back in a minute.”

Amberlynn went back to the bedroom in time to see her phone ringing. Felix was calling her back.

She answered, and it turns out Atticus was sick too. Since Atticus and Keiko had the same meal, it was a no-brainer what the cause likely was.

Amberlynn and Felix only talked for a minute before they hung up, and Amberlynn began grabbing pillows and blankets from around Keiko’s apartment. She brought them all to his bathroom.

He looked up at her, confused when he saw all the blankets and pillows she was holding. “What are you—?”

“You don’t wanna leave this bathroom to go to bed, so I’m bringing bed to you.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

She smiled, dropping everything and then crouching down to set it up, making a makeshift bed on the floor.

“You don’t have to do this,” Keiko said. “Really, baby, I’ll be fine if you just go to—”

“Shut up and lay down,” she told him, sitting and patting her lap.

Keiko looked at her for a second before a smile broke on his face and he chuckled. “Goodness, you are the perfect girlfriend,” he said, laying down and resting his head on her lap, hugging her legs. “Thank you.”

She smiled, running her hand through his hair. “Just close your eyes, Kei,” she whispered, reaching for one of the blankets and covering Kei and her legs. “Quite a way to end the night, huh?”

He chuckled again, planting a kiss on her thigh. “It’s definitely been quite a night.”

#thebrilliantidiots #ask game #AmberxKeiko #Felix&Atticus #So adorbs❤️❤️❤️#Keiko is in LOVEEEEEE!!!!#Atti turns into such a cuddle-baby with Felix❤️😚💘

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faetaiity · 2 years

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Not necessarily a request, I just wanna share my thoughts.

I had this idea of Mikey biting the reader on the arm and subsequently starting a domino effect of the others wanting to bite you to like its a contest. And when the marks start to fade they want to redo them, they claim its to ward others from you.

Another idea I had is what if the reader indulged and encouraged their behavior, like they weren't bothered that they were being held captive by four criminals.

why was my first thought when seeing this req "pull a power move and bite them bitches back" because that's 100% my thought process. Also, this isn't sexual, I will fight you, the president of your country and whatever god(s) you believe in if you say that. CW: Mentions of Infections near the end, Blood, etc that comes with the territory of bites ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When it first happens, you, rightfully so, freak out

You were just chilling in the lab, sitting on a [F/C] beanbag

Mikey was chatting with you, even though he was pretty much psychotic, he was very fun to talk to at times.

You close your eyes for a few moments, feeling that, even though you were kidnapped by four insane giant turtles, life was finally starting to level out and feel... right

well, as right as it could be, anyhow.

Mikey stopped talking for a few seconds, you heaved out a sigh, relaxing your muscles before-

"OW FUCK" you shrieked, snapping open your eyes, looking over to your right arm

Mikey, the little shit, was latched onto your arm, looking at you like a kicked puppy

You ended up sitting there for a few seconds, absolutely flabbergasted, before taking a deep breath and started to pry Mikey off of you

He ended up relenting, opening his mouth and you saw the damage

You were bleeding, EVERYWHERE

You shot up from the beanbag, looking around for a first-aid kit, once you saw and got it, you patched up your arm before scolding Mikey

"WHAT the FUCK was THAT?!" you whined, they shrugged, mumbling out a half assed apology and walked out

A few minutes pass by and Donnie walks in, seeing you bleeding

"The fuck happened to you?" He sneered

"Your brother bit me!" you snapped back, this seemed to make him stop in his tracks

He stared at your arm for a few moments, before snapping out of it and sauntered over to you

He grabbed your arm, making you wince, he stared at it for a few moments

"What are you lookin-"

you couldn't finish before he lightly bit you, he stayed like that for a few seconds, churring softly

He released a few seconds afterward; he removed the gauze from Mikey's bite while he licked the wound HE caused

Once he was done, he walked off, not saying another word

you just stood there, with your arm oozing blood, you couldn't even form words to do whatever the fuck kind of bullshit this is justice.

It was a day or two before the other two noticed

You were talking to Raph, out of all the brothers, you talked to him the least because of how intimidating he was, not even personality wise, just purely stature-wise.

It ended up with you accidentally causing the wounds to reopen from their scabs, making blood pour out, but luckily not at the rate it was the other day.

Raph ended up noticing, he was a trained assassin after all, he knew what blood smelled like, especially with his hypersensitive bullfuckery senses.

He ended up pushing your long sleeves up and sees the two bite marks

Y'know how alligators let out this low bellow that is meant for flirting or as a threat? he makes a similar noise before he latches onto your arm

Out of all of them, he hurts the most, he has the sharpest (and longest) teeth

You start crying and shaking, causing the pain to be worse from your uncontrollable shivering

He notices, out of all of them, He's the guiltiest over your reaction, he cuddles you afterward, whispering apologies and praises in your ear

It stays like this for a while, until that shithead Leo came in to instigate Raph

Raph instantly starts growling the minute Leo comes in, already expecting shit to go down

Leo looks at you and starts patronizing you "Awwhh did our little S/O get hurt? you crying because big ol Raphie hurt you? I'll give you something to cry about~" He churrs, getting close enough until he was able to bite you on the neck, he grabbed you, and shoved you into the floor, effectively ripping you from Raph's grasp

Shit went bad, real fuckin quick

As soon as Leo let go, Raph instantly started punching him and hurling insults

Mikey and Donnie came in to see you bleeding, Leo and Raph fighting each other and helped you get away from that Situation

after a few hours, everything calms down and all four of them cuddle and baby you (to the best a bunch of insane assassins can)

If you ask why they all bit you, your answer would be

"So no other mutant or Yokai tries anything"

that's a bunch of bullshit, you rarely ever see even Splinter and/or Draxum, much less random people that don't live with the turtles.

After it heals, you'll get bit again, but this time they give you warning due to how badly the first time went (especially for Leo, dumbass got his ass KICKED.)

If you end up indulging them, be prepared for even just one of them to give you enough to fill up your entire arm.

It'll stop hurting as much once you get used to it, but please take care of the wound PROPERLY

They live in the sewers and don't brush their teeth, that shit WILL give you sepsis, Period.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

yeah, sorry it's shit, this was one of my favorite asks rn, sorry I didn't do it justice LMAO ;v; *dies*

#save rottmnt #dark! rottmnt au #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #donatello #raphael #raph x reader #leo x reader #leonardo #michelangelo #mikey x reader

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justicefanged · 9 months

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She missed him. A lot. Maybe she could have written it off as being around his brother but, even before then, even when they were still on the boat doing soapy pushups, her mind still kept returning to thoughts of Linus.

She's excited to find him too, when things have finally returned to normal. It had just been hard at first to find an excuse to approach him without coming off as too desperate. She's never been particularly great at the whole making friends thing but she's never really needed more than the little handful she had. Now that she's in Fódlan and they are not, Altena finds herself wishing she had more.

And then Lloyd finds her with a box that absolutely has some sort of creature inside and tells her to give it to Linus and she knows this is her chance. She can approach him with a reason other than the fact that she's lonely and likes him.

She wastes no time in seeking him out. On top of wanting to see him, she is quite curious about what's inside. And she said she wouldn't open it without Linus and she has always been a woman of her word. Linus is easily tracked down--he's not exactly the type of person that can fly under the radar--and her face lights up when she sees him.

"This is for you. For us, maybe? Your brother asked me to deliver it."

Supposedly, everyone that had left on that mission was back now, but fuck if Linus could find any of them! No Altena, no Lloyd, no Raven. Not a single one of them! And, boy, did he have a bone to pick with his brother once he decided to show his face! He'd been in a piss poor mood for the last month, and not being able to find the handful of people he actually got on with here was just grinding his gears even more.

He's stomping down one of the halls, coming back from some Saints forsaken lesson, and doesn't see one of the stray cats that linger around the monastery sunning itself on the pathway. His boot comes down on its tail, and the bright orange thing yowls like a demon before clawing and biting its way up his leg and then kicking off in a whirl of teeth, claws and puffed up fur.

"Well, don' fuckin' lay your mangy ass out in the walkway, ya overgrown weasel!" Linus barks down the hall, swearing up a storm as he kneels down to check out his leg. Nothing too bad, but man, those claws could really dig in when they wanted to, fuck!

It's as he's in this awkward position of fiddling with his trousers that he hears a familiar voice, his head jerking up to see Altena approaching him. Linus fumbles for a moment, trying to straighten up and fix his somewhat ripped up pant leg that absolutely had a couple of cat claws stuck in at the same time.

"Hey! What, uh--" The box was for him? Them? H u h? "Been lookin' 'round for ya, but this place is a fuckin' maze that changes layouts every day, I swear--" Wow, he was really tripping over his words here. Embarrassing as hell, but now that she's right here, in front of him -- with roses in her cheeks and this look on her face -- Linus can't really be bothered to care that he looks like a bumbling idiot right now.

"What I mean is, I fuckin' missed ya, 'Tena," he eventually blabbers out after a bit of an incoherent and overly loud ramble. "Next time you're goin' off on some excitin' adventure or whatever, ya can't leave me behind, ya got that?!"

But...the box wiggles and makes a noise, and Linus' curiosity starts to get the better of him.

"So, my brother rope you in to try an' smooth things over?" he asks, rolling his eyes but reaching for the lid of the box anyways. To his surprise, it wasn't bolted down or anything and came off easily to reveal--

"No fuckin' way...," Linus chuckles, low and breathy, sticking a hand in to pull the contents of the box out. A roly-poly, brown and black puppy squirms in his grip; sharp little puppy teeth biting into his fingers, high pitched but fierce growls joining the action. He clicks his tongue at the pup, getting its attention and freeing his fingers from its mouth.

"...Bet you weren't expectin' that," he says, tone all soft and playful as he shifts the puppy in his hands, getting a good look at him. And, yeah -- definitely a him. The pup didn't care for the inspection, making an outrageously shrill, almost honking squeal as he was handled.

"Wait, wait, fuck. I have the perfect name! 'Tena, what'cha think about--?"

#luminousrider #[I WANT TO SEE MY LITTLE BOY]#[HONK IS HERE]

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lcbcshcart · 10 months

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@wurrwoov liked for a starter with Young Alec

"Dude... When was the last time you got laid? You look more depressed than me when I don't get attention." A joke to lighten up the young wolf's attitude. Seeing someone else depressed brings Alec's mood down. In times like this instance, he tries to make a joke or two or does something for them. "Who's ass I gotta kick to make you feel better? Because you lookin' like a puppy that got kicked is killin'..."

#forgetting the past: main verse #wurrwoov

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friesian · 2 years

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1, 14, and 38 from the gw2 asks :3c

@mystery-salad

Fave race?

if i had enough time i'd draw myself looking at my pile of sylvari OCs vs. my LITERAL 1 CHARR WHO STANDS THERE LOOKING LIKE A KICKED PUPPY. anyways. its sylvari. call me a salad slut. 14. Your favorite armor skin?

so. uhm. would it pain you to know i do not know any of the armor skins because i've only been playing for like 4-5 months. and i've just been using outfits because i think they look nice and i don't have any charges. a ahahaha. ahaha. don't revoke my gamer card </3 if we count outfits. then it's the outlaw outfit. its the fucking outlaw outfit. look at marwyd. look at that BEAST. i love how he walks and it goes 'clink clink clink' when he walks. FUCK!!!!!! 38. Your favorite sesonal event? (Super adventure box, Shadow of the Mad King etc.)

so far i've only been able to experience super adventure box and dragonbash. i liked super adventure box A LOT. i had just started playing and used that damn invitation and got shell shocked when i saw i was playing in some PSX lookin ass game. me and my wife played it for HOURS not knowing what the fuck we were doing. good times.

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AGAIN!!!#im sorry about the armor one im fucking Baby still

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mlem2460 · 1 year

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marvel au: good cop thor n bad cop loki

everythin basically same set up, but all opinions on loki n thor dynamic? public speculation. jealous loki, prideful thor, n sibling rivalry turned tragedy? rumors started by asgardian equivalent of gossip columns. people talk bout em like they the kardashians. sif n the warriors three major attitudes? palace servants takin lil things way outta proportion.

thor uses his naturally sunshine puppy look n personality to gauge peoples intentions, surprisingly good for intel gathering. no major change, hes still a jock, just one with a golden heart n sum tricks picked up fr his mastermind lil bro. strong leader, relies on each friends specialty n makes final calls. believes in fairness n honor.

lokis the group strategist; first to suggest takin advantage of public opinion to their favor. he respects older bro cause thor values his insight. hybrid wine aunt n mom friend. will fret if u arent eating well, will also laugh n help u avoid consequences for starting an international incident while everything burns around em. self sacrificing, gets on frens nerves.

sif cast as hypocritical misogynist that hates loki as her opposite, when really they r thick as thieves n casually overturn the patriarchy after brunch. self care w loki after beating sexist pig appointment at twelve. regular appointments to salon loki to touch up her roots n bitch bout judgmental cis hets. is blunt brute force, straightforward attitude often misinterpreted. not close to many, but love fiercely those she comes to care for. shes here to kick ass n laugh w her frens while doin it, get out her way.

fandral seen as quippy air-headed man whore, actually soft boy guarding himself w sarcasm but falls in love way too easily n consequently gets his heart broken on the regular. sif once told him to cry her a river. now he randomly crashes their patriarchy pummeling brunches to bitch bout his latest 'true love.' it vexes sif, but she wont tell him to stop cause she needs to kno how these unworthy pieces of crap treated her shield bro; overprotective but wont admit it. loki thinks its hilarious n asks fandral questions that fire him back up every time he starts to calm down. when necessary, fandrals a master actor who can play any part n blend in anywhere. well traveled n smooth talkin, very diplomatic.

they say hogun is grim cause of his mean right hook n grunts that often act as dialogue with few words sprinkled in. quick, forceful, n sever r words strangers use to describe him. n theyre accurate... for his fighting style. personality wise? poor baby has social anxiety n neurodivergent enough to have trouble making eye contact. hes not dismissing u, he just cant get the words out. hes not lookin down on u or aloof, hes focusin on what ur sayin its just hard for him to make eye contact. once he feels comfortable w u, he still doesnt talk that much, but more cause he dont kno how to not be straightforward n prefers to use physical touch or wordless sounds to communicate. actually, his frens understand his 'language' more when he isnt straining to use words. hogun expresses himself a million different ways; walk, volume, facial expression, stims, humming, etc. but in front of strangers? blank slate. no thoughts, head empty, panic mode on. frens presence soothes enough for a few words but no more than that right now.

volstagg is deemed irresponsible glutton ready to laugh at a joke hes unaware was made at his expense. honestly he... doesnt kno how he got here. he married the best cook in asgard that he loves even more than her signature pies! they have quite a few little ones running around as proof of that. so howd he end up here? after hed given up his job on the battlefield to watch the babies while supporting his wife pursuing her culinary passion, how the heck did he end up in an actual fren group that wasnt his kids friends moms. maybe when his bold lil girl managed to get a magic lesson fr a prince to pass her upcoming test? or when thor showed his son a new sword technique that hes never even before? no, the moment he recognized that his princes, futre of the realm, treasures of asguard, masters of their fields, were the smartest dumbest people in all the nine. u kno those best frens that r smart individuals, but once they get together do sum of the dumbest shit uve ever seen? thor n loki everyone. n how was a jolly house spouse that commands a small fleet of children supposed to look at these reckless troublemakers n not half adopt them?? his childen gains uncles n auntie while his wife kicks out the house every once in a while to 'go have fun w ur frens.' dad fren, scolds n frets n compliments. is always right n is too nice to say so but everyone knos anyway. prob most mentally stable one of the fren group, resident therapist/advisor. lives in the silver lining n laughs a jokes made by strangers bout him cause he thinks it hilarious how wrong n ignorant they r. wont n dont got to explain jack to nobody bout anythin, so he mind his business n loves life.

heimdall is constantly exasperated but doesnt get paid enough fo dis

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champ-inthemaking · 1 year

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I would ask Naïve, but my shins can answer that one. Lonely and Relaxed?

lmao still cant believe that one worked tbh. i was in it for the bit i did NOT think u were gonna follow thru. mad respect that u did tho that shit ruled

neway

lonely - have you ever wanted to be around a specific person/pokemon? why? most of the time if im lookin for a specific pkmn its bc i want to throw hands w it like last weeks theres gotta b a stantler round here somewhere adventures but ig actually thats more like a specific species. like any stantlerll do yk

but every time smth cool happens im like aw shit i gotta tell ben. hes my rival n my bestie n so if he aint around to show in person he gets pics texted like yo just beat up a stantler or hey lookit this fuckin armor i got or check out these puppies also kicked some ass today but its just way cooler if he can be around in person yk

there was this time a few years back i finally figured out this new takedown in my mma classes i was strugglin w n ben was on vacation at the time n wed been practicin together n i was just vibratin the whole week like aw man i gotta show ben i gotta show ben bc we met in mma lessons n we spar all the time n as soon as he got back like boy had not even unpacked yet i rolled up to his place n he tried to go oh hey neil n did not get that far bc i was already throwin him into the fuckin ground

relaxed - what's something that calms you down/makes you happy ive never been calm in my entire life n im not abt to start now

a good fight always puts me in a good mood tho!!!! it aint always easy to find someone who wants to fight just whenever tbh but thats parta why i got champ when i was a kid n we fight together all the time. if im bummed or mad or hes throwin a fit its time to fuckin throw down n win or lose we both feel better when were done!!!

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soulmate-game · 3 years

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Not related to the other two Bio!mom Harley AUs that I did. Just... similar. I wrote this instead of sleeping, as per the usual.

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“I need your help.”

No accent, no threats of violence, no beating around the bush (figurative or otherwise). No fighting or unconscious bodies.

Just Harley Quinn with her hair down, no makeup, and completely serious, in the center of the Bat Cave. Even though her usual exaggerated Brooklynn accent (circa 1950s) had become a pretty inseparable part of her personality over the years, every now and then she forcibly stuffed it down and used her mostly unaccented voice. The one reminiscent of days with less colors on her face, a high bun, and a pristine white lab coat.

Every single one of the Bats and Birds present, fresh from an interrupted patrol thanks to her, could count the number of times they had seen Harley like this on one hand. Bruce would have the most recollections, but everyone else would have plenty of fingers left on said hand. So they all knew, especially when Bruce willingly pulled down his cowl so he could look Harley in the eye, that this was the start of something they were not likely to forget. And maybe their chances of survival were slim too.

“Harley,” Bruce’s voice was still gruff, seeing as he was still mostly Batman at the moment, but his eyes were soft. “Maybe you should tell us what you need help with first. And sit down. You look exhausted.”

Sure enough, there were dark circles under Harley’s eyes. She let Bruce-man lead her over to one of their debriefing tables and sit her down. She let out a huge sigh, her fingers tangling in her loose blond locks.

“I have a confession, and it isn’t gonna leave this cave, capiche?” The slight return of her accent relieved a little of the tension, but not much. Taking this as their cue, the rest of the bats spread out into their usual seats at the table. Bruce stayed near Harley, keeping a hand on her shoulder in silent support. Harley didn’t continue talking until he gave her a solemn nod in agreement. She gulped— an action that immediately returned the tension.

“... fifteen years ago, back when I was still with Joker, I disappeared off the Gotham scene for a few months. I’m sure a few of you remember,” she looked up, and a couple of the older vigilantes nodded. Really, Jason has still been Robin back then. But the memory stuck out in his head now that he was thinking about it.

“Yeah, you were breaking away from him a little bit, which was weird at the time,” Red Hood mused aloud, arms crossed. “I think you helped us out a couple times and did some of your first team ups with Ivy before you vanished. Then a few months go by and you were back in action with Joker, so we mostly ignored it as you just being you.”

Harley nodded. “Ah, my Ivy’s a lifesaver, even back then. She helped cover up the timeline by keeping me in action for longer than I should’a been without putting me at too much risk.”

“Timeline…” Red Robin spoke up, eyes huge even behind his mask. “You don’t mean—“

“Harley,” Bruce breathed, having also caught on. “You were pregnant?”

The air went still. Harley sniffed, eyes watering even as she smiled.

“Oh yeah. Shouldn’t have been possible, ya know? Me ‘n Joker being dumped in that damn acid should have made us both more sterile than an operatin’ room. But I knew I couldn’t raise a kid, so after she was born—“

“You kept her?” Damian interrupted, earning a gentle cuff over the head from Dick. Harley just snorted.

“Yeah. Not gonna lie, I thought about abortion. But the baby didn’t do nothin’ wrong, and I was still in love with Joker back then so I was ecstatic that I was able to make something new with part ‘a him in it. Still, I knew a baby didn’t deserve to be raised in Gotham. Especially not my baby, not with my enemies and history. Not with who her father was. I knew he’d never want her, never let me keep her. So I spent the last five months of my pregnancy lookin’ around for the best possible family to take her in. And I found them in Paris, France. A sweet couple, both of them bakers. Sabine, she’s both adorably sweet and super kickass. Comes from a Chinese family that is crazy about teachin’ their women martial arts. But nothing shady about it, I triple checked. Just bonding through kicking people in the face. Which is perfect, I wanted my baby to know how to defend herself. I knew she’d need those skills eventually. And Tom, that’s Sabine’s wife, he’s a gentle giant. Same size as Bane, but as harmless as a puppy and makes the best croissants ever. Seriously, the best.”

“Harley,” Bruce gently prodded, but there was a tiny grin on his face. Seeing her behaving so… so normally, so proud and reminiscent, was a rare treat. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of how far the woman had come. How she had freed herself and become a better person, mostly on her own.

“Right, right. The point,” Harley took a breath, rubbing her forehead. “I came clean to Tom and Sabine, but apparently they knew who I was the whole time. They just didn’t care— did I mention they are perfect? Anyway, once I explained everything, they agreed immediately to adopting my baby. They’d been wanting kids, but it would’a been too risky for Sabine’s health. That’s how I found them anyway, they were in the market to adopt. We named her Marinette. She took Tom and Sabine’s last names, hyphenated. We decided Quinn would be her middle name. And after that, I came back to Gotham and told myself that she was in good hands and I needed to forget about her. Cuz I was no good for her. I knew that. I went back to my old tricks. And then…” Harley chuckled, but it was self-depreciating.

“Then a few years passed, and I started breaking away from Joker for real. Then we broke up, I blew up Ace Chemicals while you guys were outta town doing Justice League and Young Justice shit. I started dating Ivy. And—“ she smiled softly at the table, clearly seeing something the rest of them couldn’t. “Then Ivy convinced me to go see her. Visit my baby, see how she’s been. And I did. Marinette was seven years old, but damn it to hell she was gorgeous. And say whatever you want about me and Joker— most of it will even be true— but neither of us are stupid. And she inherited all of our intelligence. All of it. She got my blue eyes. But she got his hair, which meant Sabine teased me relentlessly about ‘are you sure she isn’t that Wayne’s kid?’ And don’t make that face Bruce, you’d be lucky to have a kid half as beautiful as my Mari-pie. No offense, Damian. Anyway. Anyway, this is the important part. Or part of it.

“She sat there and listened to everything I had to say. Everything. A little seven year old, who could barely understand English at the time, and she listened without interrupting once. She never threw a fit, she wasn’t angry or confused. I told her about the things I’d done in the past— well, G rated versions— and she didn’t care. She called me Momma Harley right away, said she wanted to meet Aunt Ivy sometime soon, and started telling me everything about her that I’d missed. From that day on, she became my sunshine. The light of my life, and I still call her at least once a week every week. When I disappear for a few days out of the city? I’m visiting her—“

“You’re banned from international travel, Harley,” Dick scolded, but he sounded way too amused for it to work. He knew she had her ways, anyway. Nobody could actually stop Harley damn Quinn from doing whatever she wanted.

“—Ugh, she tells me the same thing every time! Disappointed glare and everything. I don’t know how I gave birth to such a goodie goodie, but somehow I did. Not important though! The important thing is, I’m always the first to hear when something new happens in her life. And we had decided that she wouldn’t visit me in Gotham until she was at least eighteen, but apparently she disobeyed me— which I should have expected honestly— and entered you guys’ WE international scholastic competition.”

“Oh no,” Bruce pinched the bridge of her nose. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng? The contest winner?” He finally pulled out a chair and sat down. “The winner gets an all-expense paid trip to Gotham for them and their whole class.”

“Exactly!” Harley threw up her hands. “Mari told me last week, and I’ve been trying to talk her out of coming ever since. But she’s inherited both of our stubbornness too, and she isn’t budgin’ a bit. ‘Momma Harley, I wanna see you and Auntie Ivy though!’ And ‘Momma, Gotham’s nothing I can’t handle,’ or my favorite, ‘Maybe you’ll finally get to see me dropkick someone three times my size then, and I’ll prove it.’”

“So that’s what you meant by you need our help,” Tim said as he leaned forward over the table. “Joker just broke out of Arkham yesterday. You want us to protect her.”

“I’d prefer if one of you was with her outside of the mask too, as often as possible,” Harley confirmed. “I can’t stop her from coming here anymore, but I also don’t trust Joker for a second. As soon as he sees her, I’m afraid he’ll make the connection.”

“She looks like him?” Damian asked, scrunching up his nose at the ugly mental image of Joker as a teenage girl. Harley shook her head, solemn.

“She looks like a dark-haired mini-me,” she corrected. “She even keeps her hair in pigtails as her way of showing support for me. And I know Marinette can kick ass, Sabine’s trained her well. But Marinette inherited more than I’d like from me,” Harley ran a hand through her hair. “I didn’t notice it until she was thirteen. She got a crush on a classmate, and it was almost like watching videos of me back during the early days of— well, of Harley Quinn. Just without the crime and insanity. She didn’t even realize that she was almost stalking the poor kid until I pointed it out, and luckily I was able to put my doctorate to good use and we nipped that right in the bud ASAP. She never meant it that way, anyway. As soon as I explained things to her, she was horrified and immediately asked me to help her learn how to have a healthy relationship. That was a fun discussion,” Harley grimaced. “But she still gets attached to people really, really easily. Once she grew out of her crush on that boy, she adopted him as her unofficial brother. She already calls Selina “Auntie,” even though I’ve barely mentioned her to Marinette. She gets attached fast, and deeply. And I’m afraid that even after all the warning I’ve done, all the stories I’ve told her—“

“You’re afraid she’ll get attached to Joker just like you did,” Bruce finished for her, closing his eyes. “Because she knows he’s her father.”

“Yes,” Tears were slowly dripping down her face already, her hands curled into fists so tightly that her knuckles were paper white. “You know how he is. If he finds out she’s his biological daughter, he’ll immediately try to take advantage of that. And he’s far too good with his words for people like me and Mari. I’m worried outta my mind. Please. Help keep my baby safe from him.”

“We will,” Jason no longer had his helmet on, or the domino mask that he usually wore underneath it. All of them knew masks were merely formality with Harley nowadays. And he needed to look her directly in the eye so she could see how serious he was. “I can sign up as a bodyguard for the class. It won’t be weird, seeing as they’re tourists and this is Gotham. They also have several rich kids in their group if I remember right.”

Bruce nodded, agreeing with Jason. “That’s a good idea. I can lead the class on their tours of WE personally. That’ll serve the purpose of keeping an eye on her and shutting up the investors that keep begging me to make more public appearances for the sake of the company. Marinette’s name is already released to the news as the winner of the contest, so we can’t keep her out of the spotlight long. Tim, you’ll have to keep an eye on any and all pictures of the class. Try to erase or doctor the images with her in it well enough that connections between her and Harley can’t be easily made. Dick, you and Damian will be in charge of keeping an eye out for any activity from Joker. The slightest hint, and you notify all of us. We’ll decide on a case-by-case basis who is necessary to stick with the class and who goes after the clown.”

“She’s gonna sneak out of her hotel to stay with me and Ivy,” Harley admitted, bringing the (now slightly judgemental) attention back to her. She raised her hands up in surrender. “She didn’t tell me that, and I didn’t approve or suggest it! I just know my baby too well to not realize that that’s her plan. Could ya provide an escort?”

Bruce sighed. “This is gonna be an eventful month.”

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #soulmate-game #bio!dad au #bio!mom harley quinn #bio!dad joker #maribat fanfic #maribat fic #platonic Harley x Marinette #platonic Ivy x Marinette #platonic brucinette

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hanji-is-life · 3 years

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since kat has had me on puppygirl brainrot for the past few hours, I couldn’t help myself—

based on this

...

you can’t help it! Toji always has his big scary lookin toys laying all around the house and sometimes planted on the walls. they’re all so pretty! different colors and sizes and weights and the pictures on the blade even look different in almost every single one!

Toji keeps saying that they’re not toys, but they’re pretty like toys. so they must be meant to be played with then, right? means you can pick them up with your clumsy paws and sniff around them—

and the smell! the thickest part of the toy always smell the most like Toji! you just want to be bathed in his scent constantly, so you get your curious little paws right on the handle the moment he leaves. he gives you a stern warning to be good before he exits, but he’s always pushed you to play with your toys before. so this can’t be any different, right?

the toy lays carelessly on a table, puppy height and all. so you knock it over, completely unaware of how lucky you are to have shifted slightly and miss being knicked by the tip of the blade. instead, you let your nose guide you down to the handle of the toy, where Toji’s scent basically oozes in waves.

your mouth drops open, desperate and just wanting a taste of your owner. he didn’t let you hump his shin today in his hurry of leaving the house. you have to get the next best thing!

you waste no time in planting your already dripping cunt on the handle, let both of your smells intermingle and waft throughout the room. you let your hips rock back and forth eagerly, tongue hanging from your mouth, ears twitching in delight as you find a steady rhythm. the feeling is almost as good as his leg.

with your loud panting and whining, you don’t hear Toji come in. you just keep humping his sword like the dumb lil pup you are, watch how a face that looks eerily similar to yours come into view on the blade.

your grinding doesn’t slow, as you cock your head at the sight. you swat at it, growling under your breath at the intruder that wants to get closer to your Toji and his sword. another face pops up above the intruder, but this one looks more like your owner. your growling quiets, replaced by a dopey grin as you messily drag your swollen clit along the ridges of the handle with a high whine.

“What did I tell you about being good?” you jump slightly in place. the voice sounds eerily similar to Toji too...weird. you take a closer look at the picture that huffs and shakes it’s head. Toji pinches the bridge of his nose, grumbling under his breath as he plants the ball of his foot on your lower back to stop your incessant grinding.

“Stupid fuckin—behind you, pup. Turn around.” you gasp again, a yip pulling excitedly from your throat as you whip around to see your owner staring down at you. he crosses his arms over his chest, staring down at you over the swell of his chest and the large bulge that forms in his pants.

without further thought—not like you think in the first place—you lunge for the bulge, lapping excitedly with a playful growl. Toji doesn’t budge though, just continues to stare down at you angrily, glances over your shoulder to see the sticky mess you’ve created on his handle.

he pushes you away from him with a soft kick, watching how you land softly on your back on top of the sword. he opens his mouth to scold you, but pauses at the pained whimper you let out. he frowns before he exhales slightly at the tiny little gash on the side of your arm. you whimper at the sight, eyes glassy and watering, already starting to spill slightly. he watches you build up a sob with a shake of his head,

“Don’t, it’s just a little g—” your loud sob echoes throughout the quiet house. all Toji can do is sigh, pick up his poor wounded dumb lil puppygirl and nurse her all better. dramatic ass mutt, he calls you the entire time he places cute lil puppy stickers on the tiny, barely there, small ass cut.

but he does love his dramatic ass mutt.

#kat has ruined me #not sorry for this #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #toji x reader #toji smut #toji imagine #my hcs #puppygirl

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arrowflier · 3 years

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clingy ian? <3

Relevant to your interests: clingy!sick!Ian

Mickey had been watching Ian all morning, and there was not better way to put it--Ian was being clingy.

And not, like, normal husband-type clingy, either, where he whined when Mickey got out of bed or reached for him when they passed each other in the kitchen.

No, this was obsessed-teenage-girl level clingy, and it was starting to get a little annoying.

When Mickey first got up, Ian hadn’t just let his hand trail over Mickey’s chest and down his arm like he usually did. He had tugged Mickey down so hard he fell back onto the mattress, then clambered on top of him like an over-eager puppy and stayed there until Mickey finally threatened to “pee on you if you don’t let me get to the fucking bathroom in the next five minutes, Christ Ian”.

Then he had followed Mickey into the bathroom, clung like a limpet to his back as he tried to brush his teeth. Mickey almost got toothpaste and spit in Ian’s hair when he tucked his head into Mickey’s neck and got it between Mickey’s face and the sink.

The shower was no different, and while Mickey was never one to complain about sharing the water, it was a little hard to soap up when half his skin was covered by another man’s body. He finally had to kick Ian out when he tried to wash Mickey’s hair and almost blinded him with the shampoo.

Mickey could only assume that Ian had been pouting the entire time he was alone, because when he left the bathroom a few minutes later he was just leaning against the wall outside the door, looking sad.

When Ian grabbed onto the back of his shirt to follow him closely into the kitchen, Mickey just rolled his eyes and let him. When he sat too close at the table, their thighs touching, Mickey rested a foot over one of Ian’s instead of pushing him away.

It was all fine. Mickey liked being close to Ian, too.

But when he got up to take their plates to the sink, and Ian grabbed him by the arm and pulled him down into his lap with enough force to send the dishes--thankfully plastic and not porcelain--to the floor, Mickey had had just about enough of his over-the-top affection for the day.

“Fuck, Ian,” he hissed, trying to stand and failing thanks to the arms around his waist. “What is up with you today?”

“What do you mean?” Ian asked, face the picture of innocence. “I just like you.”

“If you really liked me,” Mickey countered, “you’d let me get up right now.”

He raised his eyebrows, and waited, but Ian didn’t let go.

“Like touching you,” he amended instead, with a little squeeze of his arms. “Like being close to you.”

Mickey let himself relax. Leaned closer, until their noses brushed, and looked into Ian’s eyes. They were wide and green and beautiful as always.

“Guess I like you too,” he murmured, freeing one arm from Ian’s grasp to bring up to his husband’s face. He placed his hand on Ian’s cheek, ran his thumb across the center of Ian’s bottom lip.

“But you know what I really like?” he asked softly, tilting his head and breathing out against Ian’s mouth.

Ian gave a minute shake of his head, enraptured.

“What?” he asked breathily. “What do you like, Mick?”

Mickey smirked against Ian’s lips.

“I like it,” he started slowly, “when my husband doesn’t try to distract me from the fact that he lost his fucking ring again.”

A beat.

Then Mickey pulled back, and had to laugh at the look of pure shock and horror on Ian’s face.

“Fuck, man,” he giggled, “you should see your fucking face right now, you’d think I just told you I killed a kid or somethin’.”

Ian had let go of Mickey’s waist with the revelation, but Mickey stayed put anyway, comfy enough ensconced on Ian’s lap.

“How did you--when did you--” Ian sputtered, and Mickey leaned back in to kiss him lightly, quickly, with a smirk.

“Ian,” he said with mock seriousness, “I was layin’ right next to you when you noticed it wasn’t on your finger.”

“I thought you were asleep,” Ian whined, and Mickey laughed again.

“Even if I slept through you freaking out and tearing apart the damn nightstand lookin’ for it, you really think I could have slept through you callin’ Lip to ask if he’d seen it? Then Debbie? Then Fiona?”

Ian was looking rather embarrassed at that point, but Mickey had to rub it in a little more.

“Fiona hasn’t even lived in this city for years, man,” he chortled. “What the fuck?”

“I was upset, okay?” Ian said with a pout. “And you hate it when I don’t have it on, I didn’t want you to notice before I found it.”

“So you stuck to me like glue all morning?” Mickey asked, incredulous. “The plan was to keep me from seein’ your bare-ass finger by literally keeping it on me at all times?”

Ian shrugged. “I might have panicked a little,” he admitted sheepishly. “But...you’re not mad?”

Mickey shook his head. “No, Ian, I’m not mad,” he reassured him. “Just amazed at my husband’s stupidity.”

“Oh shut up, Mick,” Ian said, even as he got arms around him again. “Forgive me for being a little scared of what your reaction was gonna be and not thinking clearly.”

“Oh, I’m used to you not thinking clearly,” Mickey responded. “What I’m not used to is you being so fucking dumb.”

“Hey, what’d I just say?”

“Not about the plan, Ocean’s Eleven,” Mickey said. “About you forgettin’ where you ring is.”

Ian stilled beneath him.

“At the cleaners?” Mickey prompted. “Like it is every six months?”

“Oh.”

Mickey snorted. “Oh is right, you moron. I took ‘em yesterday, while you were out with your brothers. Pickin’ ‘em up tomorrow.”

“So...you’re not mad?” Ian asked.

Mickey shook his head.

“And I don’t need to distract you?” Ian clarified.

Mickey shook his head again.

“Well, in that case...”

Then Ian was hoisting himself up with Mickey still in his lap, holding tight as Mickey flailed to get his legs around Ian’s hips for stability.

“I think you need to distract me,” Ian said as he steered them toward the bedroom. “From being mad you let me sweat for so long.”

Yeah, Mickey could do that.

And if Ian stayed a little too close after, held him a little too tight, whined in that way he had when Mickey tried to get up for a wet cloth...well, that was perfectly acceptable husband-type stuff, and Mickey didn’t mind that at all.

#daily speedwrite #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #fanfic #silly and random

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