#Mikey would be a pillow princess

[queenofcringe]

I'm up to no good

[luckycharms1701]

I saw your requests were open and was wondering…..

What kinda of nicknames do you think the bayverse turtles would use for their s/o? Do you lean more towards the cute talk or a form of their s/o’s name? Do you think the turtles would use these nicknames anytime, or just in private one on one moments? 🤔 also, do you think they’d get flustered if their s/o gave them a nickname? (Alright. Sorry that last one was fishing. I know they would get flustered 🤣, but I also wanted to see what type of nicknames for them you like)

I hope you can have fun with this one! :D

yorshie my dear i love it when you come into my askbox and spoil me 🥰 nicknames are one of my favorite topics, and so are the bayverse boys! Let’s discuss.

Leonardo: Leo goes for more whimsical nicknames. He doesn’t have a lot of that in his life, whimsy and sweetness, so he gets it where he can. Blossom is one I used recently. My heart. Honeybee. Pretty bird. Princess if you’re lucky. If he’s in a teasing mood he’ll call you something sticky sweet like honeybunch or cinnamon bun. All of this is in private though, Leo is a deeply private turtle and not a fan of PDA. If you’re with his family and friends he’ll stick to a form of your name or just honey if you’ve done something to make him especially soft.

In bed, now. In bed. Pretty girl. Sweetheart. Mine.

As for nicknames for him, he’ll melt into a pile of goo if you call him sweetheart as you kiss him on the cheek. Call him ‘my hero’ when he gets something down from a high shelf for you and he’ll give you that bashful smile. But really, he likes it best when you just call him Leo. Especially when you whine it into your pillow as he- [is shot]

Raphael: Princess. Shorty. Sweetheart. They start out as teasing or even condescending nicknames, and slowly morph into genuine terms of endearment as he falls in love. He doesn’t care who hears him call you these names either. You’re his, and he wants everyone to know it. Raph is the kind of person who prefers a few well-used terms over variety, so he doesn’t really add any terms of endearment when you get together. However, if you catch him just right he’ll call you ‘my love’ in private.

In bed, it’s sweetheart, babygirl, or baby.

He loves being big and strong, so he loves it when you make him feel big and strong. Big Red. Hunk. If you call him something silly like ‘Mr. Muscles’ he’ll scoff but hide a pleased smile. You’re allowed to call him something like Raphie or Raph-a-doodle, but only in private. Call him handsome, though, and it’s a one-way ticket to Meltsville, population Raph.

Donatello: I know it’s very popular in the fandom for him to use dove. It’s cute, I don’t mind it, but personally I don’t see him using that. Donnie is the kind of turtle to use the more traditional nicknames most often. Dear. Darling. Hon. Sweetie. If he’s feeling especially fond he’ll use ones with a more whimsical and celestial bent. Starlight. Moonbeam. Sunshine. Like Raph, he’ll use these terms at any time. However, he also likes using your name, in full. There’s nothing else that encapsulates you quite as well as your name.

In bed, he still sticks with the traditional. Baby. Darling. Love. Good girl.

Like Leo, Donnie likes it when you call him by his name. Donnie or Donatello works just fine for him. He is very fond of his name. But secretly, he loves it when you unconsciously parrot whatever nickname he just used back at you. i.e. “How was your day dear?” “Better now that I’m with you dear.”

Michelangelo: I’ve spoken a bit about my mans before, here. He’s a big fan of nicknames, and will use a variety. He loves coming up with new, silly nicknames. Angelcakes, of course. Banana muffin. Cupcake. My personal favorite, Starburst. He’ll also use any he hears his brothers using or hears on TV. Mikey’s always looking for inspiration for new names to call you. If he can find one related to your interests, like songbird if you love to sing, he’ll use that one frequently. He uses them all the time, anywhere, even when referring to you when you’re not there. Sometimes you wonder if he actually knows your name. (He does. He just wants to make sure he has your attention.)

In bed, he likes to use babe and baby a lot. Gorgeous. Babygirl. My love if he’s feeling sappy.

Mikey doesn’t really care what you call him, but he loves it when you match his energy. Get in a cute little contest where you try to outdo each other with the most ridiculous nickname, and he’ll have the time of his life. He does like variations on his name. Mikey, Mike, Mikes, Mikester, any variation will get him to grin at you.

[mypoorsanity]

𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗱

𝘁𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃!𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗴𝘀

𝗮/𝗻, 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳𝘆, 𝗯𝗮𝗷𝗶 𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼 𝗮 𝗽𝘁.𝟮 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗶 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝗺 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱

chifuyu who always demonstrates that he is paying attention while you speak. he makes sure to acknowledge things in a way that you can either see or hear. he'll be seated next to you, whether or not he's reading the most recent chapter of his manga series, keeping an ear out for any mention of the show you just started watching.

simply said, kokonoi refuses to accept you have too many luxuries; he always says, "one more won't hurt anything." no matter how many times you tell him directly that you don't need the newest designer and just need him by your side, he continues to reject your arguments, leading you to the couch with a laptop in hand and sitting down next to you right away to assist you in choosing some items he thinks would look incredible on you.

draken always manages to be holding some sort of contact with you, whether it’s when you’re both in his room, attempting to find out the latest gossip online or when you’re both looking through the night markets. he somehow manages to keep a hand on your lower back or around your shoulder. he sometimes may, (in his words) ‘forget’ to stop doing this when you guys meet up with mikey, and it leads to mikey effortlessly making fun of him and draken losing his shit.

mitsuya swears on his life that you are at the top of his priority list... alongside his sisters. he is well aware that there will be almost no one else to care for them if his mother is required to work another night shift, leaving him as the only realistic choice. that is, another princess party was planned at his house for you. even though he was thoroughly apologising for putting you through it again, he swears he sees you practically grin to death as his sisters decide to make you their model to be the next “pretty princess for brother!”

baji, who typically finds practically everything in his environment boring. until someone was to start a fight, free food was being distributed, or there was a cat in the street corner. though he’ll actually never admit that you could never bore him, doesn't matter. he might sit there, lost in a trance, gazing into the backs of your eyes and refusing to move. it doesn't matter that you won't stop mentioning the couple from that "one stupid show" that he "hates," he refuses to have his ears listen in on anything else. though it doesn’t change the fact that he’ll still throw a pillow at your face because “u’re too damn noisy!”.

[goddessofwidsom]

Can you make a reader that Is clumsy and always tired with a yandere bonten and see how they react end with fluffffff

You from a young age has always been a sleepily child and your parents got worried and took you to the hospital only to find out you have low blood iron so when yandere Mikey find this out he thinks it cute but is also ticked that your attention isn’t on him 25/8 and it’s spent sleeping he would probably just cuddle with you all day and sleep with you and let you sleep on him no one else can see this side of you only him only for you only his sleeping beauty

Rindou he would be not be mad at first but irritated then warm up at you and hug you even letting you sleep on his lap as he caress your cheek going as far as to bring pillows for you ahead of time and kiss you his favorite thing to do is cover you in his jacket and show everyone that yours his besides with you so tired and sleepily to do anything you need him

Ran would laugh and say it cute and call you a sleeping beauty or a princess whose to high in the sky to even open her eyes and make backhanded compliments but he would always let you rest your head on his chest or shoulder and let you snooze away he honestly doesn’t mind it makes the chance of you escaping less

[softshuji]

It's late when Sanzu's call connects.

His voice doesn't burst onto the speaker this time, doesn't ring out with a clear and tinkly laugh that'll have your blood warming on instinct. It's quiet when he says 'hey pretty thing' and you know he's tired, subdued, exhausted even, that the long days in your absence are catching up to him, even if he'll pretend like the opposite is true.

There is a second of silence, his voice hanging in the air, some three thousand miles away, protected and cushioned by the safety of the end to end encrypted call. You wish it weren't the case, that he wasn't flopping onto a hotel bed so far away, the ache of your distance still so fresh, a clean cut across his lungs that has his chest tightening. He tries, you know this, you sense it in his voice sometimes, on days like today, where the scent of you doesn't linger on his pillows in the way he likes, the spill of your hair between his rough fingers, that he's tired, that he's exhausting with trying in general.

You love him for it anyway, all the effort, all the time, commitment that you're not sure he's ever shown to anyone that wasn't Mikey. Does it give you a sense of pride to be so completely devoted to? To say no would be a lie and you can't pretend you don't enjoy the pearly shine of his jadeite eyes when he bends to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist, the inside of your ankles when they're over his shoulders, long and slow, sensual bites that trail from your calves to your thighs.

'Hi Baby,' you say, and roll over, taking the sheets with you, to his side of the bed where the indent of his body is pressed to the mattress, as if it remembers him just as much as you do. You put your cheek to the pillow, a strong inhale that settles in your lungs, nicotine and leather, gunpowder and metal and the spark of fire that clings to the fabric as eagerly as it clings to his skin. 'I missed you today.'

'I missed you too Pretty thing,' he says, the phone held between his ear and his shoulder as he uncuffs his sleeves, red turning to brown on the now off-white shirt that he tosses somewhere on the other side of the room. He won't say it, but you detect a yawn somewhere in there, a half-hearted sigh that has his shoulder sagging, the milky white of his tantalising chest that deflates with the fatigue leaking from his bones. 'I thought you'd be asleep by now.'

'Mhm, I was going to but I had something I wanted to talk to you about.'

He stiffens, in a way he can't help, and he hates that the tension creeps so easily into his skin, pinpricks of anxiety that have the breath stolen from his lungs. He knows he can't be there, he knows he's where he should be, but it never helps, that the simple fact is that he misses you and it sickens him, has him writhing in his sheets and reaching for his phone to hear you.

He coughs, a sniff that resonates through the encryption of the call. 'Oh yeah? Everything okay?' The shake of his voice is not lost on you and it aches, your hands twitching with the need to touch, to soothe, to run over the sharp edges of him.

'Mhm, yeah it's okay I just- I have a surprise for you. I was going to wait till you got back but-'

'...but?'

Your mouth is heavy, leaden, and your tongue clings to the roof, your teeth sticky and coated with a thin film of apprehension, anxiety, love and need all rolled together. You take a breath, and it feels like you're starving for air, the thin and cloying scent of him still buried in your lungs, your thighs rubbing together with the memory of the taste of him.

'-but it's your birthday so I thought...'

He blinks and a glance at the clock tells him it's gone 12, the clockface illuminated by the splash of white moonlight falling through the window, the sharp and luminous curls of light kissing at his exposed chest where the purple is now fading to yellow on his ivory skin.

'You're really drawing it out aren't you Princess?'

Despite yourself and the obvious tension, you laugh aloud, the sound muffled by your lips to his pillow, your nose to the duvet where the threads hold the leathery smell of him and his chest tightens with the sound, carefree and buttery, light and warm.

'Sorry- sorry, I'm just teasing you Haru.' You take a breath, your eyes fixed on a stray pink hair curling along the pillow, nestled safely between the mattress and the blanket. Then you're exhaling and the knowledge comes easy when you whisper against the receiver, 'hey haru, I think, you're going to be a dad.'

There is a terse silence that stretches then, a long beat of apprehension, broken only by the sound of his breath, the occasional shuffle of you in the bed, a crackle where the reception cuts and creases.

'H-Haru? Are you there?' you whisper, the heady rush and taste of love spilling into your throat.

His voice cracks, splits halfway down the middle and he clears his throat, forcefully, the ache in his stomach climbing along his chest, a hand seized around his heart and squeezing. 'You- you're pregnant?' he says it slowly, as if testing the words, as if they taste foreign to him, thick and heavy and unusual on his tongue.

'I...y-yeah maybe, I think so. I've only taken the test but- we- we can see a Doctor when you come back,' you say, the fabric bunched in your hands, the knowledge of your secret now crashing between you. 'I didn't want to wait.'

'Oh.' There is a lump forming in his throat, a stone that's turning and growing at the back of his tongue and he thinks and wonders if he'll cry, if the knowledge is too much to bear, more than he deserves, with someone he's hardly worth of in the first place. It's heavy, this impending event, the weight of it is zipping through his chest, along the blood in his veins. It feels like pain, like hurt, like a love that aches in his heart.

'Are...you okay? I'm sorry, maybe I should have just wait-'

'Pretty thing?'

'Yeah?'

'I love you.'

It spills out faster than he's able to stop, and it feels good, a little euphoric, a little painful and soothing at the same time when he senses your lips curve into a smile on the other end, a shy and embarrassed 'I love you too Haru,' that has the ends of his lips curving into the beginnings of a smile. There is fear somewhere here, somewhere in his skin, a gravity that tells him he's made a mistake, that this impending event can only mean pain for either of you. No, he doesn't think he has what it takes to be a Father, and yet, the cold and bleak edge of him is a little warmed by the thought.

'I- I'm- we're having a baby...' he says, out loud, a statement and a question tied together, his pupils heavy and sluggish, his head pulsing with a love so big and beautiful that he thinks it might eat him, might pull him by his legs to drown in.

You laugh, uncertainty, love, warmth that feels like honey to him, like the sun on his skin when you say 'y-yeah, yeah we're having a baby Haru.' He hears you sniffle, the scratchy crackle of you standing to find a tissue and then settling back into bed.

But it hurts a little less, and feels a little better when you say 'Happy Birthday Haru.'

And it is.

reblogs appreciated!

happy birthday favourite pink baby boy <3

[akkkkollle]

Afab!Mikey

Reader teasing Mikey’s pussy from clothed panties to pussy inspection, but an unexpected thing happened from both of you; you slapped his pussy and Mikey squirted.

Pairing: AFAB!Mikey (He/she) × M!Reader.

Cw: squirting, pet names, teasing, bondage.

Sobs came from the blonde's mouth when you repeated the same thing over and over again. You were just rubbing his pussy through his soaking wet panties. His hands were constantly twitching at the head of the bed, to which you tied him so that he would not interfere.

-P-please do something else, I-I can't, ahhhh! - it comes from his mouth with a loud cry when you rub his clitoris over and over again.

You look at his face. His white hair is scattered on the pillows. Crystal clear tears roll down his cheeks. His lower lip is completely bitten, leaving several red spots where he bit particularly hard.

-All right, Princess, I'll do it... I'll do anything I want. - he sobs, realizing that this will not end well.

He moans with relief when you pull off his panties, sticky with juices. But... He jerks his hands harder, feeling how you just push his labia apart. That's all. Your fingers slide over the shiny, pink labia. But you don't do anything with it inside.

- P-please, put it in me already! - he shouts desperately, feeling you lightly blow on his sensitive skin.

- I don't want to. - you answer dryly, hitting his pussy and...

A loud moan comes from his mouth, definitely the loudest of all that have been this night... Your eyes watch his face, beating in ecstasy, and then lower down, noticing the consequences of a jet orgasm, well, or squirting. The sheet under him is absolutely wet, as is most of his thighs. He squeezes his hips together, noticing your gaze. But you just push them back, snatching the moo out of him.

- Come on, it was... Hot, very hot. And you know,- you say, running your hand over his clitoris, feeling how he literally trembles, - I want to see if you can cum like that from my dick, beauty.

His eyes widen and his legs start to shake as you fumble with the protection. He bites his lip, looking at you, and catches your eye. He just spreads his legs with a satisfied grin and says:

- Go ahead. Fuck me senseless. - well, who are you to refuse such a thing?

[anniesstories]

How they behave when they're your boyfriend?

Tokyo Revengers boys (Mikey, Draken, Kazutora, Baji)

Warnings: None, just some cute headcanons:3

Mikey

At first you thought Manjiro was .... very rude, disrespectful and ruthless since he is the leader of Toman but damn you was wrong, he's so sweet and kind and he makes you feel like you're the only woman on earth.

He'll probably ask you for advices about his gang, plz guide this dude when he needs you sometimes

He loves buying you little gifts just for you to know that he is thinking about you 24/7.

He's loyal af, whenever a chick is trying to flirt or anything he'll be so uninterested....

Loves cuddles. Long ones specially. Since he's been thinking about his gang, he never had time for girls...so he's touched starved, trust me .

I feel like he'd joke about your height if you're taller than him...I mean he's 5'3, ty google for your help, we know he's 1.62 cm (jokes like "what's the weather up there") 😭

He would talk about how pretty you are 24/7...

He's such a good bf, don't leave him plz

Draken

Even though he looks dangerous he's a gentleman around you.

He doesn't know much about romance, but he's trying so hard to understand you....plz give him time.

Overprotective.

He tries to teach you how to fight just in case you will need, he just wants to make sure your safe even if he isn't around you.

Kisses under the moonlight! KISSES UNDER THE MOONLIGHT. He loves them, trust me

You think he's weird because he enjoys violence, but you still love him sm.

When you two argue about something, he will wait for you to calm down so he can apologize ....

He's jealous....very jealous...and sometimes he can be toxic tho

Night walks with him are >>>>> like you can finally feel safe walking when the sun's down.

Kazutora

He spent YEARS in jail, so you can't tell me that this man isn't touched starved.

You are the only person who can give him comfort bc he has mommy+trust issues

He has 0 experience when it comes to relationships but he'll still try his best to show you that he cares .

Mommy issues boy, he'll obviously call you mommy ....not in a sexual way or anything...

His childhood was a mess and the crimes he committed are still haunting him, so hold him close when the night comes.

He's too shy to make the first move...ig you have to make it....

Buys you flowers whenever he has a chance

Gentle and overprotective....and he gets jealous pretty fast bc of his insecurities.

The healthy relationship can turn into a toxic one pretty easy and he'll feel devastated....like you have no idea how much he loves you...

Loyal af bc he thinks about you 24/7...

He'll use your chest as a pillow bc he feels safe plz don't forget to watch a movie or sum...he loves these moments fr

Baji

Rude af but dw he still loves you.

He's overprotective and jealous afff

The relationship can be a toxic one...but he'll try his best to solve the problems you both have🥺

Princess treatment...no, queen treatment, he'll treat you like he's a bodyguard and you're the queen he has to protect.

It's so cute when he lets you tie his soft hair...he loves it but can't admit it...

When he's in a good mood, i feel like he will act kinda goofy...he loves seeing you smile but he will never admit it...

He doesn't want you to see him fighting, he's afraid you might fear him, so he'll just let you take care of his wounds.

He wins EVERY SINGLE ARGUMENT.

He's such a good stalker.

I just finished Tokyo Revengers season 1 and I was thinking about some headcannons... I hope you like it :)

cyaaa<3

[gayboyasher]

Rottmnt x child sibling reader platonic (reader’s about 7-8) who’s OBSESSED with magical girl anime’s

just some fluff moments

sorry if you this is the first kind of request you got, but if you saw my name am a huge magical girl fan😅

OH my god. Literally I understand I understand.

Leo:

Honestly you’re telling me Leo wouldn’t watch sailor moon with you!?!?!

He’s so into everything. Merch, matching costumes, trying foods from the anime, the whole shabang!!

He’d so find shows for you guys to watch (stuff that he’s totally watched before) and he’d have to tape his mouth shut because he talks during shows and he doesn’t know how you feel about that.

He’d totally spoil the show tbh…

“Oh is That Ursula? Oh my god I loved the reveal that she was shiny chariot.”

You stopped talking to him for HOURS.

It takes so much for you to forgive him. He’s willing to do ANYTHING for his little sibling. He’s promising food, snacks, re runs, walking you to and from school in broad daylight knowing the risks, anything. He loves you too much, he can’t have you mad at him! It’d break his heart.

Eventually he’d be forgiven, you guys would be chilling in a blanket and pillow fort (that you forced him to make) along with all of your favorite snacks (that you forced him to buy), and matching outfits (that you forced him to wear), you guys are enjoying everything!

Raph:

Arguably the best person to watch with.

I’m not gonna lie, he’d prefer you watching Mickey Mouse or something because he thinks they’re a little too violent. (NOTHINGS TOO VIOLENT RAAAHHHHH!!!!!)

Anyway, he’d make small comments and probably like the more sweeter characters. He also thinks sailor moon is a bad influence believe it or not.

He wants to watch a lot of the shows with you, but he can’t because you’ve already watched them all with Leo. He just wants one show for you two to watch to himself, for it to be your guys thing.

Not gonna lie to you, you guys almost did, for a week until LEO ruined it.

It made him so upset, it wasn’t the same having to re-watch a show with you knowing you’ve seen it with Leo before him. But like the best oldest brother he is, he SCOUTED. He found one that Leo didn’t watch and one that wasn’t too violent for him!

SMILE PRECURE! (Not the Netflix adapt, THEE Smile PreCure!)

“Hey, Are you sure you didn’t watch this with Leo? Yea? Okay! Good!”

Oh my god he was estatic, he had no issues (he had to fight Leo over this) and you loved the show! Win win! (His Favorite character is definitely Candy.)

Mikey:

Oh my GODDDD he loves watching any show with you!!

It doesn’t matter if it’s sailor moon to princess tutu, he is watching ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING EITH YOU!!

Mikey don’t care. He literally will watch any show with you, even if it’s something you’ve watched before with Leo or Raph, or something you’ve never EVER watched before.

He’d genuinely make you free fan art and some nice cute foods from the anime. He just genuinely LOVES getting to spend time with you and blending your interests and his together.

“I made that one dish we saw in little witch!”

Tbh, I don’t see him really liking this type of anime. I just feel like he watches it for you. He wants to see YOU smile. You are his little sibling, the one that’s younger than him, and he’s the youngest!

He really likes to watch some of them for art inspiration. He really likes sailor moon Crystal for some reason. But he also doesn’t because he believes that it’s like a remake/reboot.

He’s just a little picky, but he’s doing his best!!

Donnie:

Im gonna be honest with you. He will NOT watch it with you.

He doesn’t like those shows, he doesn’t like the magic at all, he is VERY political about this, he will stand by it.

Though, he will make you cute little trinkets and just support you watching the stuff. After all magic is not real in his eyes.

“I know you love that show, but magic isn’t real. Magic is within the science.”

He immediately regretted saying that after you took his stuff and tried to get “magic” out of them. So many things broke that day…

Donnie tried so hard to not lose it on you because your his baby sibling, but he’s also beaten up the other 3, but you’re like actually a baby…

He’s conflicted. He eventually does get over it, fixes everything, and he watches ONE episode of any anime you want. He’s barely paying attention and gives you a critical response and analysis of the show (you do NOT understand what bro is yapping about)!!!

[taffycandyqt]

👉👈 can I get some head-cannons on how 1987 and 2003 Casey would act as dads to his and the readers kid…….i have to imagine ‘87 Casey would be an interesting parental figure……not a bad one just very…..very interesting

Very interesting indeed...

03' & 87' Casey Jones x reader

Warnings none:

Fluff

2003 Casey:

Will cal the child squirt, tiny, chump, and/or kiddo

It all just depends on his mood.

If the kid is a girl he'll definitely call her princess or little darling and if they're a boy he'll call him little man, or buff little man.

He will love the crap out of your kids, dude is honestly so happy to be a dad.

When he first married you he wanted kids but he was also pretty scared and wasn't sure he was ready.

When it finally happened though?

He was so happy.

Just picture this man laying in the bed with your new born in his hands while they moved their little hands around without any real reason.

He would have literal stars in his eyes.

Dude would probably start taking his baseball bat with him every time he left the house.

Ain't no way he's going out with his kids without proper protection in New York of all places.

He would have a blast teaching the kids about hockey and if they were genuinely interested hockey games would become their biggest bonding moments.

Bro is honestly just a really fun dad.

Any game the kids play with him he will be 100% into it.

Doesn't matter what role he's playing he will literally destroy your house if your kids say it's what his character would do.

In short you had to tell the kids (and your fully grown adult husband) that real weapons were not, infact, toys and to stop stabbing your furniture.

You almost blew a gasket when you walked in the room to see Casey rip one of your couch pillows in half.

Yeeeeeah...

He won't be doing that again.

Also, ice cream trips are a staple in your house.

the kids want iced cream?? Why not!

Honestly he wants ice cream just as much as them.

If you say no he will join in with the kids and either try to get you to say yes or just try and convince you with puppy dog eyes.

when you kids hit the rebellious teen phase he will wil feel so much internal conflict.

On the one hand what they are doing is extremely dangerous, irresponsible, and/or disrespectful and it's infuriating.

But on the other... He also did those things at their age.

...

BUT HE WASN'T AS BAD (this is true. He was worse)

He is still happy with their teenage stage though.

The proud dad moments will be golden.

I feel like your guys kids would gravitate towards certain turtle uncles.

They would just click more with one than the other and he's happy to see his kids still having a connection with his old friends.

Mikey will complain to him often though if none of your kids pick him as their favorite uncle.

Overall, Casey is a top tier dad.

1987 Casey:

This dude is an entire basket case.

Not to say he isn't a good dad! He is.

You just have to thoroughly explain child safety and proper emotional reactions.

Examples would be, "You can't let our kid beat up their teacher for giving them an unfair grade" or "you can't hand a toddler a golf club to swing around the house" or "Sticking a fork in an electrical outlet will electrocute them"

Once you show him how to legally and safely go about certain situations, there actually aren't many problems!

He is very strict on what he believes to be right and wrong.

While his methods may be a tad counterproductive he means well and he will do everything in his power to mold your kids into well mannered law abiding citizens.

And in case you were wondering, he sees the whole beating up the teacher thing as the teacher lying on an official government document sooooooo.

In any case he's doing his best.

Casey doesn't really spend much time around the turtles in this version so their less like uncles to your kids and more just, "People dad knows".

If your kids show an interest in the turtles though, he will make a point to hang around more often.

When it comes to his mask Casey likes to leave it on.

It makes him feel prepared for any potential danger and he honestly doesn't feel fully dressed without it.

9 times out of 10 though, if your kids ask him to take it off he will.

He just loves them so much, and as paranoid as he can be he still wants his kids to know their fathers real face.

When it comes to raising your kids he is usually the one dishing out punishments. Not because you don't, he's just quicker at it.

He understands your kids are learning the ins and outs of life and he wants to make sure they know the consequences of their actions so they're prepared when they go out into the real world.

That being said he is also very fair.

If your kid didn't know something was wrong he won't punish them.

He'll just tell them why it was wrong and not to do it again. If they do it after that? Then they get time-out.

Like 2003 Casey, he is also very playful and loves playing games with the kids.

He will run with them around the house, dress up in costumes, do weird voices and all that jazz.

It's so cute honestly. This big buff dude in a hockey mask who prides himself in his strength and ruthless attitude towards "evil doers" will also have the most legitimate tea party while your kids call him Mrs. Whittlebottom.

With the way you both go about raising your kids it seems unlikely, to me, that they would become rebellious teens.

However if that were to happen Casey would be at a complete loss.

Casey has never felt tied down by the rules or "the man" as long as they kept the peoples best interest at heart.

Don't steal things, don't break others property, don't sell harmful substances.

It all made perfect sense to him.

When people follow the rules they are happy and safe and peaceful.

People don't get hurt and they are able to do what they love.

So when your children express feeling trapped by the rules of the house or call the punishment they get by breaking them "unfair" he is straight up confused.

Like, what do you mean its unfair that your growned for seeking out?! You know it's against the rules and you could have gotten hurt! WTF???

This could potentially cause a lot of tension between Casey and your kids but at the end of the day they still love each other.

It just might take some time for them to properly understand the other.

For everyone's sake though, let's not bet on your kids hitting the rebellious phase.

Also, your kids may or may not pick up some of his weird mannerisms such as calling criminals "evil doers" or hunting down literally anyone in the name of justice.

Yeah, it really doesn't help he raises them on super hero shows.

All in all, very dedicated husband and father. Will literally die for his family.

[britt-kageryuu]

Mikeys performing a ballet this stream. He's performing a heavily altered retelling of Princess Tutu, Shelldon and River helping, by playing necessary characters, and controlling the sets.

Mikey is currently at the point where it shifts from season 1 into season 2. They take an intermission, and Mikey still dressed as Princess Tutu starts talking to chat.

"I really need to actually figure out how to do the ending of this." He states while toweling off a bit, and since it was only his model dressed, not himself, it looked a little like he was randomly rubbing his sides.

Chat is singing praises of the production so far, especially since they had to condense alot of parts to keep in a time frame. Though some are exclaiming about the fact that Mikey doesn't have the ending fully planned Half way through the performance.

River comes over with parts of the Black Swan/Raven costume. "Well it can be done with some effects, but I don't think we can achieve the crow army that attacks you." She explains while putting the costume on. "I still find it weird that I'm playing Rue, and Shelldons Fakir," River pauses to try fixing the head piece that keeps leaning to the side, "But the alternative is him playing Muto, and we end up love interests. Which is a big NOPE from both of us!"

"If worse comes to worse, we just make cut this part way, and do a part 2 later." Mikey shrugs while taking a drink, "Alright everybody, let's run a poll on cutting this short, and doing a part 2 later, or just improvising the end. Starting Now!"

The poll pops up, and while that happens Mikey flops on a large pillow to rest a bit.

Shelldon flies in with a black wig and a little uniform on. He also flops onto the pillow.

"Dudes, I'm so tired, how much longer is this gonna keep going?" He complains while flapping his front limbs. His tail is loudly smacking the pillow in annoyance.

"Well the poll is almost done, so we may end this in a few minutes, or this might continue for maybe an hour?" River replied to her brother, while contemplating taking off the costume or not.

DING DING DING

"Oh the poll is over!" Mikey leans over to check the results. "Well, it seems a majority of you want us to stop, and polish up the ending instead of just winging it!"

Shelldon flies into the air shouting in joy while flinging off the costume.

River sighs, and calmly removes the costume parts she put on, "I guess this is preferable to it might not working out. Uncle M, what are we going to do for the rest of the scheduled stream?"

Mikey thought it over for a minute, "How about we make a quick mock up, and how chat give their opinions?"

"Okay, let's grab the right equipment for this!" River agrees, before turning the stream to a BRB video of the cartoony turtles popping in and saying random turtle facts. Like 'Red Eared Sliders actually tend to be very pushy, bossy turtles, which might explain some things!'

Chat is enjoying the video reel. And asking if this was part of Mikeys past commission.

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Masterpost

I looked up a few different Ballets, because Swan Lake is popping up alot already, but couldn't find any that would work, so Princess Tutu a somewhat abridged ballet.

[scholastic-dragon]

Flufftober Day 7: Movie Marathon

Donatello x Fem!reader

Am I projecting in this story....yes no

Is this my dream?... also yes no

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: nerds in love, turtle snuggles, the author is too obsessed with Star Wars, kissing and smootches, first 'I loves you', spelling mistakes,

Summary: you and Donnie binge watch Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back

"Donnie hurry up!"

"I'm getting the snacks you-"

"I'll start it without you!" You scream from his room, staring at your laptop, clicking it to the right streaming service.

You hear his footsteps barrel through the lair, throwing open his door, arms full of all the snacks you asked for.

He closed the door behind him, panting softly and bringing the cluster of snacks to his bed.

He wanted to be mad that you'd made him get all the snacks, made him undo his made bed, stolen his favorite Star Wars pajamas, and yelled at him to hurry up, but seeing you all snuggled up in his blankets dissolved any anger he felt.

Setting the snacks in the center of the bed, he crawled in, leaning against your side.

"What one are we on now?" He asked, pulling the comforter up.

"Empire Strikes Back," You glance at him, he'd been working so hard lately on new updates to the truck and having to add in a new tracking and security system to the lair, it stressed him out for weeks. Finally, he finished it all and Leo (along with Mikey and Raph) allowed Donnie to have the weekend off so he didn't have a brain meltdown.

He didn't have his mask or head gear on, he had soft sweatpants on and had all his normal gear piled up in the corner. He was relaxed, actually relaxed.

Glad to finally have him all to yourself for several days, you suggested the one thing you knew would keep him relaxed and in your arms.

Star Wars Movie Marathon.

"Love?" He snapped his fingers, jumping you slightly.

"What?" You'd been smiling and staring at him for that little bit too long.

"You kinda zoned out there," He laughed, licking his lips. "You back with me?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah," You laugh, getting on Disney+ and putting on the movie.

You and Donnie snuggled down into the bed, Donnie propped up with some pillows, you curled into his side with the laptop in his lap.

For the first part you sat in silence, absorbed into the movie, munching on snacks and sneaking kisses.

The movie reached its hour mark.

"This is my favorite part," You whisper, patting his chest.

It was when Princess Leia was helping fix the Milieuim Falcon and Han started talking with her. She hurt her finger and he gently took her hand and started to massage it to make her feel better.

"This part?" He murmurs into your hairline.

"Yeah, I'm a sucker for the 'you're trembling' trope, it's my biggest guilty pleasure," Your eyes never leave the screen, feeling your cheeks turn pink.

Donnie simply hummed in acknowledgment, rubbing the hand around you up and down along your spine.

The movie continues, Han commenting on how bad Leia was trembling before kissing her, then getting interrupted by C3PO.

"If we were ever working on something together, and I hurt my hand, I expect you to rub the pain away like Han did," You lift your chin, still resting against his chest. He glances down at you, lips curved into a soft smile.

"Should I also comment on how you're trembling?" An idea formed in Donnie's mind, he had to see what you would say.

"Yes, absolutely," You nod, giggling and looking back to the movie. Donnie didn't look away.

"And, obviously changing gender stereotypes, if I were to say I love you,"

"I would say, 'I know'" You laugh, making your voice deeper to mimic Han, completely oblivious to what Donnie actually was implying. "Obviously I would say it, it's the most iconic line from the Originals,"

"Say what?"

You looked up at him again, raising a brow. "I would say 'I know' like Han did,"

"What would you say 'I know' too?" Donnie had a mischievous smile on his face, hazel eyes bright, the movie reflecting in his glasses.

"I love you," You make a confused face, wondering what Donnie was getting at.

"I love you too," Donnie chuckles at your wide eyes, the now red flush on your cheeks.

You opened and closed your mouth several times, completely speechless. Donnie never made any of the moves in the relationship, he let you because he was terrified he'd overstep a boundary.

You'd asked him out. You initiated the first kiss. The first sleepover? Your idea. Where had this sudden confidence come from?

In the midst of your brain shutting down, the only thing you could stutter out was. "Really?"

He nods, taking off his glasses and setting them on his nightstand. Scootching down in bed he comes to eye level with you, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I do, I love you," He mumbles, kissing the tip of your nose.

"I love you too," You smile, cupping his scaled cheek and kissing him. His face was warm, he was clearly very flustered and hoping you'd react this way.

After a few more stolen kisses, you both turn back to the movie. Eating half the snacks and with Donnie's arms tightly around you, you started to lull to sleep.

"Tired, love?" Donnie chuckled, eating a chocolate pretzel.

"Mmmm-no," You slur, cheek pressed against his plastron. "Just closing my eyes,"

"You can't watch the movie with your eyes closed,"

"I've seen it a bunch, it's fine, I'm just gonna take a 30 minute nap,"

He laughs again, pressing three kisses to your forehead, eating his ridiculously loud pretzels and watching the movie.

Just before you dozed off into sleep, you tapped Donnie's chest. "I love you, baby, you're the Han Solo to my Princess Leia,"

Donnie hums, glad his green skin wouldn't let him turn bright red. He kissed the top of your head, nuzzling your hairline with his nose.

"I know,"

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tags: @flufftober @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @strawberrycakeblog @mysticboombox

[actua1lykazutoras-wif3]

Vampire Baji x Wife reader

MDNI

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Warnings:

❤️ Cursing

❤️ Rough smut

❤️ Explicit smut

❤️ Fingering

❤️ Mind control

❤️ Creampie

❤️ Missionary

❤️ Unprotected sex

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"Jeez ease up will ya" Baji hissed. You roll your eyes. Huffing while you walk farther from him. "C'mon babe, honey, princess talk to me" he begs. You ignore him and walk towards the house. Frustration grows as you fish for your keys. Luckily Baji had his and opened the door for you. Without a word you step in. "Ya care more about that corpse instead of me" he groans. You pinch the bridge of your nose. Face screwed with evident anger. "You nearly killed someone, MIKEY KICKED US OUT" you shout. Baji stood, running his fingers through his jet black hair. “Babe, he said we should go home and relax,” He explains. You frown, that is what Mikey said. “Still fucked my night” you retort. A sigh of defeat left him. "I know and I'm sorry, bu-but at least he's in the hospital" he claims. He wore a feigned smile. You shook your head. It was unbelievable how he acts. "Whatever you say psycho" you mumble quietly. However your words were not inaudible. Just when you were about to leave your wrists were instantly pinned to a wall.

"Kei-keisuke wha-what the fuck" you squeak. He places his knee between your legs. "Watch what you say brat" he growls. E/c eyes widened. A flicker of red flashes through his eyes. Your body tenses as his grip on your wrists tighten. You flinch, whipping your head to the side when Baji leans close. "Thinkin too hard about another man Honey" he purrs but growls the last word. You freeze when his hand hikes up your dress. Naturally you would melt from his touch but you were too mad. He kept peppering wet kisses down your neck. Having enough you push him away. "I don't feel like it today" you hiss at him. Bajis' eye twitches, he was greatly annoyed how your mind was on another man. "You're kidding me" he snaps. His head hung low. Shaking it in disappointment. "Guess I have no choice" he mumbles. You blink, confused by his words. "What?" You question him. He lifts his head back up. Eyes were a ruby red now. Your mouth went agape. "Wha-what the he-hell" you squeak. He gently caresses your chin. Tilting your head just a bit. "I'll ease your mind, you'll forget about tonight" he grins. His voice echoed in your head. Mindlessly you nod. "Okay" you say in a monotonous voice. One blink and his eye color was topaz again. "Honey?" He held you gently "-lets take this upstairs" he suggests. You nod, letting him lead you.

He smirks at the scene before him. Your eyes glazed with lust, body splayed out on the bed, chest heavily heaving. You tense as he climbs on top of you. Shaky breaths leave your lips. "Haven't even touched ya yet-" he ghosts his hand over your thigh "-and your this worked up" he purrs. Your body jerks as he rests his hand on your soaking cunt. He loves how his voice alone could do this to you. A whiny moan leaves your lips as Baji dips his finger in your tight hole. His thumb teases your clit. His lust glazed hues watch as you shiver underneath him.

"Atta girl, let me hear ya" he whispers. He plays around with your wet walls. Even though it was one finger you leaked anyway. "Hmm, you can take more," he mumbles. You yelp as another finger is inserted. He scissors your wet hole making your legs flail. Your chest heaves heavily. “Fu-uck” you rasp as a rush of waves wash over you. You clamp a hand over your mouth. Eyes shut tight as he repeatedly pistons his finger in your wet hole. A high-pitched, muffled moan leaves your wet lips. His deep chuckle rumbles in your ear. You two desperately pant for air as you two part. Your legs twitch as you cum.

“Good girl, Baji praises you. Your leaking cunt is abandoned. You avert your gaze to the nearly damp pillow. Heat crept into your body as Baji licks his fingers. "Delicious" he purrs. How you look in his eyes is how he wants you. No other man on your mind.

Your legs were completely sore as Baji held them up in a death grip. "Kei-keisuke" you moan in a needy way. His lips brush against yours. Both of you breathing in each others air. "Shh princess, I got ya" he whispers, crashing his lips onto yours. Your breath hitches as he lifts your legs. Body jerking forward as his tip prods at your soaked cunt. Your fingers have the sheet in a death grip when he slides in. You threw your head back onto his hard chest. A high-pitched moan escapes your lips as he moves. “Keisuke” you moan, which catches his attention. A devilish grin displays itself on his face. Incoherent babbles left your lips. Your toes curl as his tip repeatedly batters your cervix. E/c eyes shut tight while tears form in the corners of your eyes. Your moans turn to whimpers as he quickened his pace. "KE-KEISUKE" you scream. The satisfaction he felt was victorious. He let out low, rough grunts in your ear while snapping his hips. It's like electricity ran through your veins. Mind completely blank as you cum. Your body Trembles from the ample amount. Topaz hues glisten from excitement. Watching it form a white circle around his dick. "Wow" he breathes. He felt his dick pulse as your walls tighten around him. His thrusts become sloppy. The fast pace slows to a halt. He threw his head back. Eyes closed as he groans. Warm, thick spurts of cum seeps inside your creamed hole. Your legs shake as they are freed. Your cunt clenches air as Baji pulls out. He watches cum stream onto the sheet. He was thinking about fucking you full but you had enough already. He pants heavily eyeing your sweaty face. His eyes widen by your dazed expression.

"Oh-Oh fu-uck did…did you pass out" Baji panics. He frantically waved a hand over your face. Thankfully you blinked. You slowly lift your head. "Sto-stop be-ing so rough bastard" you breathe. You were sure your legs gave out. Aftercare ain't really Bajis thing but at least he gave you a half ass massage.

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[softshuji]

00:00AM | HAITANI RINDOU

summary: You miss the birthday boy and he misses you. Likes and reblogs appreciated!

cw: afab!reader, briefly suggestive, use of pet names (baby, princess), mentions of possessiveness, marking, brief mentions of violence, mentions of pregnancy.

It’s ten minutes to midnight when Rindou finally slides into bed, his head aching, the pulsing that started off as a gentle thrum now a spiky pressure behind his eyes. He shifts his glasses, all but throws them onto the bedside table and pinches the bridge of his perfect nose, wincing against the flash of white that stabs at his eyelids as he does so. 

It’s been a long day to say the least. Demanding, chaotic, and perhaps he can still hear Sanzu’s manic cackle in the recess of his head, Koko’s cursing at the lack of impropriety, Ran’s laughter that bounces off the walls of their shared hotel.  He’s glad for the night, and the quiet and the breeze drifting in through the thin slat of the open window, netting caught on the curtain rail. 

And for you, he’s glad for you.

He fishes around in his discarded pants on the floor, cursing when his head hits the corner of the bedside table in the elaborately decorated room he’s staying in while overseas, and scrolls till he finds your name. 

Y/N, and a little sun emoji next to it, and then a heart, that he hopes to God Ran never sees because he’s not sure he can come back from that one. To say he’s embarrassing when it comes to you would be an understatement. 

He knows it’s late, he knows that most likely, the phone has dropped from your palm as you waited on his call, hit the carpet with a soft thud as you sank against the down pillows, the duvet only half covering you as the TV drones on in the back. And he feels a spike of pain and curses the few hours of time difference that separates you. It’s only been three days in truth, another three after this and he’ll be home, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t craving your touch at  the end of every day, the soft kiss against the nape of his neck, the slot of your lips against his, the smile he knows is reserved for him. He misses you, plain and simple, and it makes his stomach tighten with anxiety. He’s ashamed to admit to himself that he’s had to be pulled from his reverie, his almost girlish daydream of you on more than one occasion by Mikey who asks, with a tilt of his head, if Rindou is paying attention.

He isn’t. Or at least, he’s trying to. 

He squints at the blurriness of the screen, and his thumb catches on the background, the almost vintage, retro shot of the both of you slow dancing at a previous party, his hands on your waist, your head on the flat of his chest and the both of you caught in a moment of bliss. It’s one of many, the graininess of it, the almost candid nature of the shot make it one of his favourites nonetheless and it’s almost easy for him to get lost again, in thinking about the feeling of you against him, your heartbeat a fast and steady thump against his ribs, and his own so loud he’s convinced everyone in Bonten can hear it.

God he really misses you. 

He hits dial, the camera flashes as the reflection of his own tired face, purple strands of soft silky hair falling against the curve of his neck lights up the screen. He waits. Rolls onto his stomach and folds his arms to prop his head up, tilting his neck this way and that to loosen the tension prickling at the base of it.

He waits again, and two minutes pass, and Rindou’s eyes are aching against the pressure of keeping them open. He presses his palms to them, pushes down harder than necessary, and drags them down his face, the usual brightness of his luminescent eyes dulled by fatigue. 

And then your voice bursts through his headphones, a soft and muted ‘Rinnnnnnnn’ spilling into his ears, and your face comes into focus and Rindou’s heart does a tiny leap inside his chest.

‘Baby,’ you say, your hair shifting into view, and Rindou can tell, by the rough and scratchy cadence of your voice, that you’d been asleep, had probably stayed awake to wait for him. He aches at the thought.

‘Were you asleep Princess?’ 

‘No, s’okay, I was still awake.’ A lie, he knows that, you both do. ‘Missed you though.’

His lips part. It’s not uncommon for you to lay yourself so bare for him, he knows you hang on his every word, he is the undisputable certainty in your life. He does the same for you.

‘You should be sleeping, you shouldn’t have stayed awake for me.’ It’s stern, or at least it’s meant to be, but it comes out tired instead, exhausted, drawn out, because really after all this time,years and years of dating and marriage, he’s still flattered at the lengths you go for him.

‘Missed you too,’ he adds as an afterthought and his neck heats at the subtle and soporific smile that’s almost heady for him to witness. ‘How was your day?’ 

In truth, he just wants to hear you talk, a temporary respite from the clamour of his job, the brushing shoulders with people who’d rather see him dead, the leers and the wolfish grins of people who want to sink their teeth into his throat. 

You drift momentarily, closing your eyes, your head sinking against your chest, only to open them when you hear the shuffle of bedsheets on the other side, Rin moving positions to stay comfortable, to hold onto you that little while longer. You know he craves these moments, clutches onto them between his fingers, a poor exchange for the fact that he can’t hold you in his arms, but an exchange nonetheless. 

He loves you, excessively, meticulously, a physical ache that sometimes feels like a blow to the chest. 

He wonders if you know your smile punches at his chest harder than any enemy can, if you know that you knock the wind from him.

It’s a few minutes to midnight when you notice the low pulse of your alarm clock on the bedside table and Rindou is knee deep in a monologue about Sanzu’s antics, Koko’s boring presentations (his words) and Ran. 

‘Hey Rin?’ Your voice pulls him from his sluggish thoughts, and his lidded eyes shift from the latticework on the ceiling, the spider that undulates a web between the crystal drops of the chandelier, to your face, brighter than ever with the moonlight leaking in through the window behind you. 

‘Hm?’ 

You glance at the clock, watch the seconds tick by till the day turns, and you know instinctively it was worth staying up for, that you won’t regret the tiredness in the morning for the prospect of being here now.

The clock shifts. 11:59. 00:00

‘Happy Birthday Baby.' It's low, soft, barely perceptible over the thwack of branches on your window, the noise machine whirring in the background and Rindou's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as his gaze shifts to the alarm clock on the bedside table. 

'Oh.' He feigns a cough, a poor mask for the strangled cry rising in his throat as he’s caught off guard. It’s not that he’d forgotten, he just hadn’t expected you to remember in such a way, so earnestly. To stay awake till the late hours for him as the sleep descended heavily on your eyes. He flushes, dips his head and scratches at his neck and the fringe of his mullet brushes the screen momentarily.

He smiles, lop-sided with fatigue but a smile nonetheless, genuine and reserved  for you.

‘Sorry I couldn’t be there Princess,’ he says and means it, because as much as he enjoys strutting about, puffing his chest as his eyes rake over the city, it means next to nothing without you to hang onto his arm, his prized possession, a hand around your waist as you dip your head to his shoulder.

You shake your head. ‘S’okay Rin, just come back to me safely, yeah?’ It’s a request, a demand posed as a question, and you both understand the undertones of it, the weight of what you’re asking, because despite the honesty of your relationship, neither of you are willing to explore that eventuality, that there might be a day when he doesn’t, when perhaps a round from the .22 won’t miss.

‘I will, I promise.’ He holds out his pinkie and locks it with the other, and you do the same on your side. It’s your little thing, the pinkie promise, as if you are still 19 and young and in love. Maybe the former isn’t true but the latter is, you are in love, even now with years of marriage behind you, you find that the novelty of being his has not waned at all, you love him as much if not more now than ever.

‘Do you and Ran have plans?’

He lists them off, the bars, the drinking, restaurants Ran plans to take him to on the one day off they have reserved for this purpose, the day Mikey perhaps loosens enough to let his executives be boys and celebrate in a way that is not so detrimental. If they are lucky, he may even smile. He occasionally drops in a comment here and there, how he wishes you could come, hoping his voice does not betray his need, though he’s long overcome the mental battle of admitting how much he wants you. 

‘Wish you could see the skyline right now.’ He’ll say and shift his phone a little so that you can catch a glimpse of the rise and fall of the buildings kissing the sky over his shoulder, twinkling lights that flit in and out of life. 

‘I have a surprise for you when you get back.’ You feign nonchalance, as if the strip on the pregnancy test is no big deal, as if you’re not bursting at the seams with love for both him and the baby now growing inside you. You wonder at how he’ll react, at how his lips will part and he will search your eyes for confirmation of his secretly nurtured hope and when you nod with errant tears slipping down your cheeks, he’ll hold you so tight and it will have made the ache of separation worth it. 

‘You do? What kind?’ 

‘I’m not telling you that.’ You grin and Rindou hopes the low level lighting, the darkness that’s cut up only by the moonlight through the window is enough to hide the pink flush that makes a steady crawl towards his ears. 

‘You shouldn’t have, Princess,’ he says, his secret elation present in the smile tugging at his lips. A piece of jewelry he thinks, a suit, a date, a matching necklace like you got him once, things like that.

You shrug. ‘I want it to be special for you.’ As if you hadn’t taken Kakucho to the doctor with you immediately, the remnants of an uneaten breakfast left on the table, nurturing that hope as the doctor nodded and all those pangs of morning sickness had suddenly made sense. Kakucho had hugged you, told you he was happy for the both of you and that you and Rin would make the best of parents and you had wished that Rindou was here to see it.

You think of how far you’ve come, how easy it is to love him, how it comes so naturally, and always has done, because he is rough where you are not, he is firm where perhaps you are placid. You find that you don’t have to hurt to love him, there is no jealousy nor resentment, embittered feelings and savage words thrown back and forth. A love like yours is open and freeing, and you think you are the most ‘in love’ lovers on Earth, but maybe all lovers say that, say they are the first and last to experience such freedom. You are convinced that you and Rindou are and while you know it hasn’t always been like this, that it had taken months, years even, of constant persistence, of tiptoeing around him till you found a crack in the marble veneer of his heart to crawl through and make a home in, you don’t regret it.

Rindou yawns, stifles it behind his hand and his eyes scrunch momentarily as he blinks back the sleep sitting heavily on his eyelids. 

He rolls his neck and you catch a glimpse of the tattoo at the base of his throat, tinged with the blue of the phone screen’s reflection, his collarbones that are now clear of any telltale signs of your previous markings, little love bites that you had left on his skin as your own way of claiming him, now faded to a muted pink against the soft gold of his skin. You suppress a shiver at the memory.

‘Rin,’ you say and his head turns, eyes glassy and sluggish. At moments like this, when his guard is momentarily down, the corrugated walls of his defences lowered for you and only you, you find he is less timid in his professing his affection for you, his eyes softer, voice lowered to a rough but sultry whisper against the receiver and all of it elicits a suppressed but needy whine from your side, as if he can somehow jump through the screen and slot his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. 

‘You should sleep, you have a big day ahead tomorrow.’ A softened whisper dripping down the line, though the both of you know you’re constantly fighting to have these singular precious moments, that time like this,suspended under the pale moonlight is short lived.

He hums, but makes no movement to end the call, only rolls onto his back and watches you with his head angled to the side. 

You think he looks beautiful like this. Unguarded, soft around the edges, the sharp creases of him now sanded down and smooth to run your loving hands over. Your skin tingles with it, the need to touch him, to trace the cut of his high cheekbones, the wisps of silky hair, the black ink that decorates his chest, running in arcs and swirls towards his lower abdomen and your stomach tightens with that familiar ache all over again.

‘Oh, you’re giving me orders now?’ A cheeky smile that breaks into a grin when you roll your eyes with exacerbation. 

‘You’re always telling me to be healthy, I can’t do the same?’ 

He clicks his tongue, shakes his head with mirth. ‘I’ll have to punish you when I get back.’ 

You raise an eyebrow at the suggestion. ‘Oh? And how will you do that Sir?’ A teasing lilt to your voice and Rindou’s skin tingles at the suggestion behind your words, the heat spreading along his neck. 

He loves you to a dizzying extent. He loves you to the point of pain. He thinks, no he knows, the delicious ache of you, no matter how painful, is better than a life without. He wonders if you know, if after years of knowing him, you’re aware of just how tightly wound he is around your fingers.

‘Hm, maybe I’ll tie you to the bed, lock your joints so you can’t move.’ And he smirks when your eyes widen with surprise, the quirk of your previously raised eyebrows faltering in shock and desire all at once. He knows you enough to know just what gets under your skin, and really he misses you so much it’s nearly unbearable, nearly cruel even by his standards that he’s spending tomorrow away from you, that this is the closest he can come to you, a phone screen that hardly does justice.

‘Mhm, might even enjoy that Rin,’ you say, your teeth grazing over your bottom lip at the suggestion and Rindou falters, the grin twitching with both mirth and embarrassment. Ran laughs enough as it is at Rin’s antics but he’d have a field day if he knew that a slightly suggestive comment has Rindou writhing in the sheets and covering his face like a schoolgirl with a crush, something he hides constantly behind that cold facade.

‘Yeah, yeah brat whatever.’ 

You giggle, and his heart trips in his chest. He is convinced that Ran just doesn’t get it, that Ran just hasn’t met that person, the one that makes his heart feel ten times too big for him, like a shirt that doesn’t fit right, like electricity zinging in his blood.

At some point, when Rindou sees your head lolling against your chest in his periphery, bobbing back up and rubbing the sleep-grit from your eyes, fighting against the fatigue that snakes along your temples, does he decide to call it a night, albeit unhappily. 

‘Alright Princess, I’m going to head to sleep,’ he says, resisting the urge to grab at the remaining seconds, minutes, hours even till the rosy pink of dawn leaks across the sky. 

‘Going so soon Rin?’ You say and pout and Rindou wishes for the umpteenth time tonight he could grab your face and kiss you through the screen. 

‘Big day tomorrow remember.’

‘Mhm, have fun okay? Call me?’

‘I will… I’ll miss you.’ A muted whisper, a singular moment of naked vulnerability, shared in the safety of the end to end encrypted call, and only for you and the moon to witness.

‘I know,’ you say, because you do, because you miss him just as much, if not more. So much that you think you’ll die of it sometimes, the ache for him, the need that builds in your stomach and winds two hands around your throat, a pulsing squeeze that has both desire and love, admiration and respect for him curling along your skin. ‘Goodnight Birthday boy.’

He flushes at that, and his laugh is both embarrassed and tinged with corresponding love. ‘Goodnight Princess.’ 

You reach forward, shuffle on your elbows till you’re face to face with the red dot of the camera. You land a kiss against it, your hair falling against the screen, collarbones peeking through the shirt (his obviously), an exaggerated smack that’s all saliva and wet lips and giggles and Rindou does the same, much to his own chagrin. It’s the tradition for when he’s away, the nightly routine that makes you both feel that slightest bit closer. And it’s pathetic, and lame, and all so very him, the way he replays the sound of your stifled giggle, the image of you pressing your lips to the camera as he presses the red button and tosses the phone onto the bedside table, rolling over in the bed that desperately misses your scent, and dreams of you until the sun climbs over the horizon again.

a/n: I've had this ready for weeks, I was almost too scared to post it. Do let me know what you think guys! Happy Birthday to my heart and soul, ur a big dummy and i love you so much, this, as always is for you

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[angelsdevils]

Multi-Chara Headcannon

Title: Tik Tok Pranks Characters: Draken, Mikey, Kazutora Synopsis: Their reactions to you waking them up, to tell them your boyfriend was coming and they have to hide. 

Mikey was sleeping peacefully, as you were scrolling through tik tok. You had your headphones in so you wouldn’t disturb his rest, since you knew he hardly slept during the late-night meetings. You came across a certain video, and you saw the guy’s reaction. It was rather funny and kinda cute. The guy was confused and hiding when the person holding the camera told them their boyfriend was coming. You began to think of what Mikey would do if you told him that. You liked the video before locking your phone. You looked down at your cutie, before gently shaking him. 

“Mikey~baby…” 

“Hmm?” He buried his face into you, not wanting to wake up. 

“I need you to hide baby…” 

“What? Why?” His eyes slowly opened and you wanted to squeal at how cute he was looking. 

“My boyfriend is coming, you need to hide.” 

“Your boyfriend?”

“Yes, baby my boyfriend…” 

“Is he strong?” He asked taking the pillow and blanket with him to the closet. 

“Very strong…”

“Is he big?” 

“Yes… Now hurry baby before he catches you.” You said trying to hold back on your laughter. He quickly got into the closet with your blanket, and you giggled. You sat there for a few moments wondering if he would catch on. After about five minutes, Mikey slammed the door open looking pissed. 

“Wait, your boyfriend? I am your boyfriend,” he looked pissed yet ready to cry. You could tell he was conflicted.

“Where is he?” 

“Right there…” You said pointing at him, and he blinked before huffed.

“This was a prank wasn’t it?” 

“It was, I am sorry.”

“Well because of that stupid prank, I demand cuddles. Now.” He flopped on the bed, pulling you on top of him. 

“Jerk.”

“I love you, Mikey.” 

“Love you too.

Draken was between being awake and half asleep. You could tell he was tired from working on his motorcycle all day. You kinda felt bad for what you had planned, and knowing him he would be pissed and ready to fight any and everyone. You went to him, as his eyes opened slightly before opening his arms. You shook your head and he narrowed his eyes, not processing why you refused cuddles with him. 

“Kenny~” 

“What is it? Do you not want to cuddle?” His voice was husky from being tired, and it made you melt inside. 

“You have to hide somewhere.” 

“Why your parents aren’t going to be back for another month.” 

“It’s not them, my boyfriend is coming.” 

He sighed softly and got out of bed. You blinked confused surprised that it was working. You were so wrong as he leaned over you keeping you against the wall. 

“What the hell are you talking about? I am right here.” 

“Not tired enough?” 

“Enough for you to try and lie saying your boyfriend was coming? No, no I am not. Even if he was, I would break his arms and legs for trying to steal you away.” 

“Dang it, I thought for sure it was gonna work on you.” 

“Now, quit being a nuisance and get in bed with me. I can’t sleep right, without me holding you.” He laid back in your bed and opened his arms again and you laid on top of him. At least he was incredibly honest, and sweet when he was tired. 

Kazutora was the sweetest person you have ever met. You both met at the pet shop that he owned, and he was always so good to you. He never got jealous, always spoiled you, and loved to show you off. He always treated you like the princess that you deserved to be, which was why you felt bad for doing this. 

You watched as Kazutora slept, and stroked his hair behind his ear. You placed a small kiss on his forehead before shaking him. 

“Babe, babe, babe you have to wake up. My boyfriend’s coming you have to hide,” you shook him and he slowly opened his eyes leaning up. 

“Hmm?”

“Wake up. My boyfriend’s coming, you have to hide.” He slowly got out of bed, looking super tired. 

“Hurry. Hurry. He’s coming! Go hide in the corner over there.” You said, and he walked to the closet pointing to it. You started laughing and nodding your head. 

“Yeah. Hide, hurry. Hide.” He got into the closet and shut the closet door. You hid your laughter behind your hand laughing. Suddenly his head peaked out of the closet, with sleepy eyes.

“Wait, who?”

“My boyfriend…” you started laughing harder as he pointed to himself. 

“Wait! Me!?” You laughed harder and he was pouting like he was about to cry. 

“Are you… cheating on me? Did I do something wrong?” His voice was shaky as he looked at you with an innocent look. You quickly quit laughing as he began to tear up. He began to go over everything to make sure he didn’t hurt you.

“Did I hurt you?” 

“Oh no~ Kazutora, don’t cry. No, you didn’t hurt me.” 

“So, you don’t love me? Or~”

“Of course I love you. It was a prank. I am so sorry, please don’t be sad. You are the only one I want.” 

“Promise?” 

“Of course come here Tora~” He walked over to you, and wrapped you in a hug. He sniffled slightly as he let a small yawn out. 

“Don’t cry, I am here. You can go back to sleep, and I will be here.” 

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[regencyofhell-if]

My dom/top mc is winning with pillow princess Mikey-boy ✊

I think it's safe to say Michael would be winning, too.

[rainbowxocs]

TW: Mentions of religious trauma and child abuse.

Notes by the greatest guy ever~ Me of course.

Name: Michael Elizabeth Ansley.

My parents thought I was going to be a girl- So they had to change my name at the last minute.

Alt Name: Michael Morningstar. Barf-

Special Titles: Crown Prince of Hell, Michael Morningstar. Also Barf. Dr. Michael Ansley.

Old Titles: “M”, “God”, “Lord of Darkness”. ALSO Barf-

Nicknames: Mikey, “Emo Boy”, Hero.

Age: 27.

Pronouns: He/They/Rot.

Sexuality: Gay.

Gender: Nonbinary, Gendervoid, HolyGoric. I would describe my gender as a rotting corpse to be honest-

Species: Hybrid (Antichrist.)

Disorders: Panic Disorder, CPTSD, Autism, Insomnia, Bipolar 2, ASPD, Anorexia, Checking OCD.

Physical Disabilities: Blind, Chronic Pain.

Recovering Addictions: LSD, Alcohol, Mushrooms, Self Harm, Nicotine (Vape).

Religion: Atheist. Religions are scams, which I of all people should know-

Job: None, At the moment. ……

Current Major: Pediatrics.

Degrees: Psychology Degree.

Lives in: WV, America, 2034. Country roads.. take me home..

Languages: English.

Height: 4’9” >:(

Race: White.

Ethnicity: Demonic.

Accent: Soft, Southern.

Monster Form: Sharp Claws, Sharp Teeth, Boney Elongated Form, Big Horns, Animalistic.

I don’t like this form..

Powers: Time Travel, Teleporting, Telekinesis, Fire Manipulation, Flight, Summoning, Sucking Life Force/Souls, Hypnosis, Possession, Strings, Necromancy, Omens, Shapeshifting, Mass Destruction.

If I wasn’t lazy I could probably take over the world.

Weapons: Knives.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Text Color: Pink, Red when Upset.

Main Animal: Dog.

Main Hobbies: Sewing, Video Games, Fashion/Dressing Up, Crafting, Knitting, Needlefelting.

I like doing things hands on.. It gives me something to do.

Diet: Carnivorous, Raw Diet.

Whether I eat meat or raw meat is a different story- Strawberries are really tasty.

Favorite Drink: Strawberry Shortcake Coffee, Strawberry Chocolate Tea, Hwache, Strawberry Boba, Strawberry Monster Energy.

Favorite Fruit: Watermelon.

Favorite Meal: Pork Brains, Steak Tartar, Gumbo, Sushi, Spaghetti, Katsudon, Dinosaur Nuggets and Fries, Pancakes, Fruit Sandwiches, Sago Soup.

Favorite Candy: White Chocolate, Gummy Worms, Salt Water Taffy, Konpieto.

Favorite Dessert: Strawberry Shortcake, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Gingerbread Cookies, Strawberry Icecream, Dirt Cake, Pavlova.

Favorite Flower: Forget Me Nots.

Scent: Rose Cologne, Barbie Detangler.

Why do you need to know this about me-

Birthday: December 25th 2007 (Capricorn)

My birthday is… kind of ironic…

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Wrote his very own Bible for his religion, has a stuffed animal collection, Has a magical girl collection.

Special Interests: Stardew, Minecraft, Slime Rancher, Animal Crossing, The Sims, Pokémon, Coraline, My Little Pony, Moomin Valley, Strawberry Shortcake, Fairy Princess Minky Momo, Sanrio. :)

Stims: Handflapping, Mouse Cheese, Sensory Cube, Pink Tangle, Pop it Game.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

Comfort Objects: Cat Plush, Cow Pillow Pets, Pink Slime Plush, Pokémon plushies, Killer (Teddy Bear), Gloomy Bear, Bluey Plush.

My Pokémon Team!:

Extra Pokemon: Zoroark.

Family:

Lucifer Morningstar, Elijah Morningstar. (Fathers.) ……

Lilith Morningstar. (Stepmother)

Raven Ansley. (Mother.) :)

Ezequiel Ansley. (Stepfather)

Melanie Ansley (Aunt) …….

Lucy Ferr, Sin Morningstar. (Half Siblings.)

Alexander Leverett. (Adoptive Brother) (Strained.) …..

Immanuel Ansley. (Adoptive Sibling.)

Sam Coleman. (Adoptive Uncle.)

Micah Coleman. (Adoptive Uncle.)

Friends: None. ……..

Romance: None. …….

Pets:

Danger (Tarantula)

Princess (Skeleton Cat)

Brief Personality: Mikey acts tough. For his entire life he has had to manipulate in order to survive. He can usually get what he wants with little effort. But he is, deeply troubled.. Usually he is incredibly chatty but lately he’s just been.. quiet.. He no longer seems to care about much, he’d rather just sit in the silence.

Brief Backstory:

Michael was born out of a prophecy. He was destined to destroy heaven and the earth. However for the time being he was born to his mother and “Father”..

Mikey had a pretty normal childhood for the most part. He was a good kid, he went to church, he played with his toys and didn’t make much of a fuss. However, as he grew older weird occurrences would happen around Michael.

His mother didn’t seem worried. But everyone else noticed the birds dying around him, the water becoming blood, bad omens seemed to follow the child. And it culminated in Michael’s house burning down with his mother and “Father” inside. He was the only survivor.

His aunt was given custody of him.. He didn’t know it at the time but he was not responsible for the fire. However everyone believed he was. He was forced to repent over and over and over and over to get rid of his “sins”, to get rid of the demons inside of him.

Michael felt hollow.. He felt the judging eyes of everyone on him. No matter how good of a kid he was he felt destined to be evil. It felt like the omens were getting worse and worse as he got older and older.

The church held an intervention for Michael. They told him that he wasn’t good enough, that God was disappointed in him. The demons were still inside him because he let them stay inside. He began to cry and say that wasn’t true and that he wanted to pure he wanted to be good.

The church members took him into the baptistery and forced him under the water, waterboarding him over and over again to try and get him to “repent for his sins” and that the holy water will cleanse him of his omens.

Over and over again he was forced underneath the water, he kept screaming but the water kept filling his lungs, when he finally was able to get some air. He felt this righteous anger fill his entire body, and he attacked the people who had forced him underneath the water.

He attacked the church leaders and in the struggle they gauged out his eyes. And stabbed him. Pushing him deep into the baptism water, as his blood filled the pool it turned a dark black color. And he ascended from the baptism a monster.

Michael killed everyone. The people in the church, his aunt, everyone. Everyone who had hurt him. Everyone who had forced him into bowing before a god who would never forgive him. This “awakened” something inside of him, a power he never knew he had. And he began to crave meat.

He became the monster the church thought he was. And he ran away. And he decided that he would become a god, if a god who watched him get tortured by the heads of his religion then he could easily become one.

He created a cult, Ascensionism. He being the god, and his subjects being his eyes. He saw through them, and when it was finally time they would ascend and become his food. Becoming one with their god.

After many years in the cult however he eventually feels.. empty inside.. He begins to question what the hell he is doing and disbands the cult. He goes on a long journey of soul searching, trying to figure out who he is, what he is, etc. and one could argue he is still on that journey now even tho he is much healthier than he was back then.