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Lost Time

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Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!wife!reader

Summary: Jason comes home to you, his wife, after a mission and makes up for lost time.

Warnings: fluff and comfort! brief mention of the Lazarus Pit and human trafficking

Word Count: 1.3k+ words

A/N: I really want to write a lengthy oneshot for Jason but I don't know if I capture him well enough. I don't get many DC requests but I love them so much!!

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Jason Todd leaves, it’s what he does. Sometimes there are warnings, direct and indirect, but other nights he leaves while you sleep or simply doesn’t come home when he should. That’s who he is, what he does. There is more to Jason than meets the eye; he isn’t just Jason, Red Hood, or Bruce Wayne’s dead and nearly forgotten son. One piece of Jason makes him whole: being your husband brings him back, every single time. Jason leaves, but the time you spend alone is spent in confidence that he will come back to you, even if he’s broken and crawling.

While Jason is in Blüdhaven helping his brothers with a mission that Bruce doesn’t know about, you spend the time alone missing him. He hates leaving you, but you understand. That doesn’t mean, however, that you just wait for him to come home. Being married is supposed a 50/50 arrangement, yet you have given everything to Jason and there is not a single thing you wouldn’t do for him.

Tonight, nearly 96 hours after you last saw Jason, you make yourself comfortable with one of his books. The pages are yellowed from use, and highlights and notes fill the margins and the empty pages. Each word reminds you of Jason, and though you miss him, you refuse to look at his empty side of the bed. In the time since he left, promising to come back to you with a kiss and a tap to your wedding ring, you have read several of his books, cooked his favorite meal, and baked his favorite goodies. The distractions you created are all centered around Jason because despite what you tell yourself about needing to think about other things, Jason Todd takes up every single one of your thoughts. He’s captivating, and you never want to escape him.

Your phone beeps as you finish a page of Frankenstein. After taking a calming breath, you read the message from Barbara.

The bats are Gotham-bound.

The message makes you smile, and you rise from the bed to prepare for Jason’s return. He has come home without a scratch, drenched in blood, and everything in between. In sickness and health, you vowed, and you plan to keep it. With his favorite food already prepared and water heating in the kettle on the stove, you sit on the couch and wait for his entrance. The front door is behind you, and you watch as the Red Hood lands on your fire escape and expertly navigates into your home. His home.

The couch is empty by the time he turns from the now-closed window, and your arms loop around his waist as he moves. Jason chuckles at your immediate attention and pulls his helmet off.

“Miss me?” he asks.

You can hear his smile in his voice, and as Jason’s arms wrap around you, you sigh and release every fear and worry that had been pushed into the back of your mind.

“I need to shower,” Jason says, though he doesn’t move his hands from your back. “Blüdhaven is gross.”

“And Gotham is known for its cleanliness,” you argue.

“Get off,” Jason grumbles.

He raises his hands to your shoulders and easily pushes you back. You look at him as you raise your hands to hold his wrists. Jason’s gaze is soft and his touch is softer.

“Ten minutes,” he requests quietly.

“Someone needs pampering,” you tease. “Take your time. There’s food and tea if you want any.”

“Just wan’ you,” he murmurs.

Jason leans in and kisses your forehead quickly. He avoids your hands as you reach out for him. You laugh as he walks away, and the sound brings Jason home. He’s physically home, yes, but he is only home when you are completely and wholly with him.

The water echoes through the apartment as Jason enters the shower, and you prepare two mugs of tea before carrying them into the bedroom. You would wait forever for Jason, but as you lean back and close your eyes, content listening to him move through your shared home, you know that you’ll never have to wait long.

When Jason enters the bedroom clad in a pair of Wonder Woman sweatpants and smiles at you, everything seems better. The darkest Gotham day can’t cast a shadow on what you and Jason have. Before Jason left, he told you all you needed to know about the mission, and you won’t bring it up again. If he wants to talk about it, he will, and you’ll listen.

You raise the blanket as Jason approaches the side of the bed. He doesn’t hesitate to join you and pull you closer. After looping your arms over his shoulders, you push your fingers into Jason’s wet curls and twist them gently around your fingers. His white streak is closest to you, yet you concentrate your attention elsewhere to keep your eyes locked on his.

“You read it again, didn’t you?” Jason asks.

His eyes threaten to flutter closed, but he forces them open to talk to you.

“Read what?” you whisper.

“Tell me what I missed,” he requests.

You know he can see his books piled on your nightstand, but you enjoy the smile he gives you when you pretend not to know what he’s talking about. Jason pulls your hands away from his hair, opting to hold you against his side. You lay a hand over his heart and gently trace the bottom of a scar. You know his scars by heart, and each story behind them is ingrained in your memory.

“Not much,” you answer after a moment.

“Did you do anything? Because everything you do is important, and I want to hear about it,” Jason argues.

You lean closer and spread your fingers flat against his skin. His heart thrums steadily beneath your hand, and you think your heart beats in time with his.

“Maybe you just married me for the post-mission cuddles,” you say.

“Or maybe I just married you because I love you. I love you for accepting all of me and loving the parts that I don’t let anyone see.”

“Jason,” you hum.

“You didn’t tell me about what I missed,” he replies.

The first raindrop hits the window, and Jason is reminded that he’s back in Gotham. He’d move to Metropolis and listen to Clark as long as you were by his side, but being in your arms in his home town is a feeling unlike any other.

“I’ll take it you didn’t go to the manor,” you deflect.

“Why would I when I have a beautiful wife waiting at home for me and four days to make up for? Lost time with you will always be more important than Bruce.”

You sigh before you begin telling him about what you did. There isn’t much to tell. You read one of his books, cleaned, cooked, baked, and read another book.

“You baked?” Jason interrupts. “And didn’t bring it up until now?”

“I thought time with me was more important.”

Jason furrows his brows as he turns, pulling you to lay on top of him. When you first started dating, Jason was hesitant to initiate any sort of physical touch. Not long before, he had been Gotham’s most-feared crime lord and the rage caused by the pit was still present. Now, there is nothing to stop Jason from touching you: no fear of hurting you, no concern of scaring you away, and no doubt that you won’t love him once you see his darkest secrets. Jason’s scars, his past, and his nightly activities make him the man you love, and you love those parts of him, not the other way around.

As you cuddle with the man who recently scared human traffickers into turning themselves in to the authorities rather than running into him again, you simply enjoy being together. Your husband Jason and Red Hood Jason aren’t the same, yet you love them both equally.

“Do you really want to make up for lost time?” you ask over the rain.

Jason thinks your voice is more soothing and melodic than any rainstorm could dream of being. He pries his eyes open to answer, “Every second of it.”

You nod and lay your head against his chest. With your hearts pressed to one another and your fingers intertwined with Jason’s, you know that you are loved, and Jason knows you will always be here when he comes home.

You’re nearly asleep when you mumble, “’S a lotta time.”

Jason smiles but doesn’t move because he doesn’t want to disturb you. “Never enough time with you,” he whispers against your temple.

Necro’s Story (part 1 of ???)

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything so I can’t promise this’ll be any good, but hey. Couldn’t help but give it a shot anyway. Might write more at some point, but eh, we’ll see 

This takes place back when he was still called Sans. He doesn’t take the name “Necro” until later on :P 

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‘Shaking his head, Papyrus looked toward the black skeleton and wailed in a mix of pain, grief, and fear, his normally confident tone reduced to a shaky, fearful one as he called out, “P-Please stop, you’re going to kill him! You’re going to kill Sans!” Shifting his gaze to the child, the glitchy intruder quirked a brow bone again, still grinning maliciously, “That’s kinda the point, kid. Why else would I do this?”’

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Pajama Party

Pairing: Mina X Bakugo X Kirishima X f!Reader

Summary: When your surprise birthday party is put on hold thanks to your boyfriend breaking up with you, Mina decides to turn it into a pajama party.

Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI, Choking, Biting/Marking, Dom Tendencies, Swearing (Bakugo says fucking alot), Praise Kink (just to be safe)

Contains: Hurt/Comfort, Roommate trope, Self-image issues, Mina & Reader had a previous fling & so did Kiri & Bakugo, as mentioned above, choking, nipple stimulation, food play (icing), oral (both M&F), face riding/sitting, double penetration (same hole), picked up and fucked. Nicknames Used: Baby, Princess, Cutie(Pie), Good Girl. I think this is all...

W/C: 9,161

A/N: I hope you enjoy this random ass idea that crawled into my brain. Special thanks to @silverhairsimp & @weebaboobs for listening to me ramble about this all damn week. Also, they have one of those modular sofas. If you don't know what that is, click this link.

It was an anomaly, Katsuki thought, the way you could make friends with damn near anyone you set your mind to. Your first year at UA and he watched you charm person after person, Eijiro being the first, followed by Mina as a close second, and fuckin’ Deku in third. Admittedly, he was the last to warm up to you out of sheer stubbornness. But once he let you in, opened that door just enough, you curled up like a little kitten making a permanent home within his heart.

School years came and went, now you all had serval years of hero work under your belts and still, everyone fucking loved you, Katsuki included. Somehow you and Eijiro had convinced him to move into an apartment together because splitting the rent was more efficient and you could hang out together all the time. He played it off like the latter fact didn’t matter to him but it was nice coming home some nights to dinner already being made and he certainly didn’t mind catching you doing your morning yoga in the living room.

That was why this year when your birthday rolled around, it didn’t take too much badgering from Eijiro for Katsuki to finally say okay to having a surprise party for everyone’s favorite girl.

Your boyfriend, the douche, as Katsuki preferred to call him, already claimed your afternoon.

“Who makes birthday plans just in the afternoon?” Itsuka had asked while she was balanced atop Tetsu’s shoulders hanging a banner.

“Someone who doesn’t give a shit about their significant other,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Yeah, you shoulda seen the look on Y/N’s face when she told us she’d be back by five. She was real bummed that he made other plans on her birthday but apparently they were like really important or something.”

The douche had never been particularly aware of the things that mattered to you. You knew how he took his coffee, what kind of fabric softener he preferred, and had a playlist ready of all his favorite songs for car rides, and yet he couldn’t be bothered to see all you wanted was to spend the day with his dumb ass on your birthday. He was fucking useless. Probably got you some stupid fucking gift too.

He looked over at the mountain of presents that everyone had brought for you, piling up on your kitchen table and spilling over artfully thanks to Mina’s skill. Katsuki was willing to wager his next years salary that every one of those gifts was more thoughtful than whatever the douche had given you. Probably thought just his being was enough of a gift.

“Whoa, Kat!” Eijiro grabbed his arm, “You’re gonna overwhip the icing, you hate when that happens.” He shook his head and pulled his arm away from Eijiro, turning around to the four-layer cake that was his best work to date if he did say so himself.

Alternating layers of soft cake in your favorite flavors, each with a ribbon of your favorite icing in between. All he had left to do was ice the outside and write your pretty name. Yeah, he even thought your name was pretty.

Eijiro prided himself on making birthday celebrations special for all his friends. He spent time and took care to listen to the seemingly insignificant musings throughout the year of things they might like or want to happen on their special day and then he made it his personal mission to make those musings into a reality.

Katsuki was always the easiest to please. He wanted the same thing each and every year. To be left the fuck alone. And Eijiro respected that. He still would knock on his bedroom door though with his favorite spicy ramen and leave it with a handmade card that he knew Katsuki kept with all the other things he deemed important in a little box under his nightstand.

But, his other friends, they were more exciting! Izuku, for his 25th birthday, they all flew to San Diego for Comic Con. Izuku had no idea where they were going until they boarded the plane. Denki was the star in his very own murder mystery-themed dinner when he turned 21. Just last year, Eijiro rented out a massive hall and they hosted an extravagant masquerade ball in Mina’s honor. And when he heard you talking at work a few months ago about how you thought a surprise party would be so much fun, how you’d never had one, he started making plans that same day.

Though a surprise party wasn’t the most thrilling thing the group had done, Eijiro was determined to make this a special birthday for you. Since your birthday plans with your boyfriend seemed, well, lackluster, he was going to go above and beyond! You cared so much about all your friends, were always there when they needed you, you deserved to feel like the most important person in the entire world.

“Got the projector!” Denki held the device high above his head, nearly whacking Hitoshi in the process.

“Great guys, thanks! I’ve got a big blanket upstairs we can use as a screen!”

“Oh! And I have the little twinkle lights for decoration in my bag!” Mina bounced off.

The movies, the lights, he’d also pulled out your favorite board games, and Shoto and Hanta would be getting here any minute with your favorite foods. He could see your smile so clearly in his mind, your laugh filling his head was his favorite melody and he couldn’t wait to hear it all night long.

He had a feeling, deep in his bones, that this would be another birthday to remember.

Who breaks up with someone on their birthday?

Katsuki was still trying to process what the actual fuck just happened.

You were early by an hour. They hadn’t even started looking out for you yet and then suddenly you were standing in the doorway.

“Y/N!”

Izuku had been the first to notice you.

“Shit,” Katuski murmured while everyone else hurried to shout SURPRISE!

Your outfit looked as cute as it did when you left a few hours before, even your hair was the same but your make up, the bits that hadn’t run down the apples of your cheeks were smudged around your beautiful eyes.

Mina broke out of her shocked stupor first and ran across the room to you, her arms encircling in a tight hug when your knees gave out and you sobbed against her shoulder.

“He broke up with you?” Eijiro stiffened beside him, surely overhearing what Mina was confirming. Everything else that was exchanged was too hushed for him to hear but you stood back up with Mina’s help, brushing away fresh tears.

“I’m really sorry everyone, thank you for coming out but, I’m not in much of a celebrating mood right now. Dinner next weekend, maybe? I’ll pay. I’m really sorry again.”

Katsuki listened as your friends gave condolences, confirmed dinner, and insisted you didn’t have to pay for a single thing.

Being roommates, Katsuki and Eijiro both got to see certain sides of you that weren’t so often on display. They’d learned to read you better than almost anyone, the only person who maybe could was Mina and he was convinced it had to be a girl thing. That was why all three of them noticed you growing increasingly uncomfortable with the crowd around you, even though they were all your closest friends, it was still too much. Mina was trying to get you out but was failing.

Eijiro reached between Izuku and Hanta and found your hand, giving you a slight pull towards him.

“ALRIGHT! EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE!” Katsuki bellowed and you used everyone’s captured interest in Katsuki to let Eijiro get you out of sight. “AND TAKE SOME FOOD ON YOUR WAY OUT!”

There was a soft knock on your bedroom door. You’d changed into pajamas, pulled a hoodie over top, and washed the little surviving make up from your skin.

“Just me, baby. Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Mina poked her pink head into the room. “Can I get ya anything?”

“The last three years of my life back.”

She came into the room while you continued to shred the little momentos of your relationship.

That was the problem with seeing the good in everyone; you were often blind to all the shitty things they could be doing right in front of you.

“He said I was too busy, I wasn’t giving him enough time so… he found someone who could. He said he was gonna wait to tell me but his new girlfriend didn’t want to wait anymore.” All Mina did was blink at you. Had she even heard what you said? “M-Mina?”

“Sorry, sweetie. Did I hear you right? You were too busy, he broke up with you because you didn’t give him enough attention?” You nodded. “You’re a Pro Hero! You’re in the Top Fifteen!”

“Right and apparently I cannot have a relationship and maintain that level of work. Not without my partner feeling neglected.”

“Neglected? You wanna talk about neglect. Ma’am, do you recall a few months ago when you told me he was three thrusts in and busted then walked his happy ass off like he won a goddamn medal? Because that, that is neglect. I got you off better when we were 17 and I didn’t know shit back then.”

You were able to crack a smile at that and Mina’s thumb brushed your cheek, “There’s our girl.” Mina pressed her lips against yours, as soft as they ever were, “There are better people out there for you, I promise.”

“I just wanna be able to give them what they deserve.”

She pulled you into her lap. “Stop worrying about what other people deserve and start worrying about what you deserve,” You let her tip your head, her mouth moving against yours, “Because you deserve the whole damn world.” Her kiss was such a familiar sensation, easy to get lost in even if you hadn’t done anything with each other in almost four years.

Mina made it so easy for you. You didn’t have to think. She was a beautiful distraction that you would never take for granted. She was too much of a free spirit to ever be tied down but she was also more than happy to make time for you whenever you needed her.

But, you swore that girl knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. She ended up being the one to call off your casual flings because you wanted something more than she was able to give. Someone constant in your life and while she’d always be there as a friend, she couldn’t give more than that.

You felt her scarred hands on your cheeks as she pulled back. “I can pick this up later, but, the boys wanna know you’re alright too. And you can’t deny you could use some Ei cuddles and KitKat level sass.”

She had a point. “Fine but, I don’t wanna tell them what happened. I don’t wanna cry again.”

“I’ll them ‘em!” She kissed your nose and scooted you off her, “You just go on out there and I’ll be out in a sec.”

You gave her a suspicious look but she waved you out your own door anyways.

The glow from your living room was oddly soft and rounding the corner, you saw why.

Hanging across one wall was a large white blanket surrounded by an army of little white and yellow twinkle lights. Candles flickered all around making every shadow in the room come to life. The sofa pieces had all been pushed together, effectively forming a large bed in the middle of the room.

Eijiro was to you in seconds. He’d changed out of his jeans and tight-fitted shirt and was now in sweats and a workout tank, holding you so tightly you felt a tiny pop along your spine. “‘M really sorry this happened. If ya wanna talk or anything…”

“I don’t,” You squeezed his torso back, “But, Mina said she’d fill you in for me.”

“Oi! Let her fuckin’ breathe!” You shifted your head, cheek now pressed to Eijiro’s chest and you could see Katsuki standing in the kitchen. It seemed the boys had the same idea since Katsuki had also found his way into more comfortable clothes. “And you, come get something to eat.”

“I’m not really hungry…”

“And I don’t really care. Ya still gotta eat! So come make a plate or I’m makin’ one for ya.”

All your favorite foods were lined up on the counter. Appetizers from one restaurant and main courses from a few others. Your heart ached, this was something you were supposed to enjoy with everyone.

“Get that look off your face.” Katsuki brought a plate in front of you, “If you don’t eat, you don’t get cake.”

“You made cake?”

“Of course I made cake! It’s your fucking birthday! Ya know, you usually get someone stuff they like on their birthday: gifts, food, cake… not fucking end a relationship like a fuckin’ douche.”

“Katsuki!” Eijiro chided from the sofa.

“What! You gonna tell me he’s not!”

“He is but you could be nicer about it.”

“Why would I do that? Plus, she smiles when I call him a douche, see?” You roughly grabbed your shoulders making you spill a spoon full of rice, “They were a fucking douche bag who did not deserve someone as amazing as you. You’re too good a person to be with a piece of dog shit like them.” A smile crept onto your face. “See, Ei, told ya so.”

With a few different food options, you took to the sofa, sitting between Eijiro’s legs while he absentmindedly rubbed your shoulders.

“I was wondering where this went.” He tugged the sleeve of your hoodie, his hoodie. It was coming up on a decade old, from his very first merchandise line. His signature Riot Red was dulled with age and the R inside the gear on the back was cracked and faded. You borrowed it so often in high school and the years that followed, always too big on you making you feel nice and cozy inside.

“Found it in my wash. I never see you wear it anymore, I don’t think you can.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, don’t even know if I could get my arms in without ripping it up.” He’d grown nearly ten inches taller since you’d first met him in high school and bulked up making him practically an immovable force with long red hair.

“So, I can keep it?”

“‘Course you can. It’s always looked better on you anyway.”

With the kitchen mostly clean, Katsuki claimed his usual corner spot, shoving a pillow behind his back, “Still see food on your plate. Stop distracting her.” He dug his heel into Eijiro’s side. “Finish up.”

“Yes, dad.”

He cocked a slender blonde brow but didn’t say another word.

Just as you finished your meal Mina came sliding out of your bedroom, slipping across the floor in her socks that perfectly matched the adorable pajamas she sported. She too had abandoned her makeup and pulled her hair up into two little buns atop her head.

“I now declare this birthday bash has been transformed into a pajama party!”

She gave a little twirl with her arms splayed wide.

“If this was really a pajama party I’d be in my boxers and not damn sweats.”

Mina stopped her spinning and narrowed her eyes at Katsuki. “Wanna lose the clothes, KitKat? I’m not stopping you.”

“I literally see you making coffee in your boxers like every morning.” You added.

“Yeah and locker rooms, man. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

There was a muttered, fuck it, and he stood, dropping his pants to the floor.

No one verbally made a noise, not a single sound, and you knew damn well your eyes weren’t the only ones lingering on Katsuki. You’ve lived with him well over five years now, the look of him shouldn’t come as a shock to you or anything but he was still such a good-looking man. And he knew it.

Not quite as tall as Eijiro had grown but he still exceeded the six-foot mark in your final year of high school. He’d filled out nicely, cords of muscle that made many stop and gawk. Hair styled with an undercut now but, other than that, not much had changed.

He smirked down at you, his hand outstretched, “What?”

“I said, gimme your plate. What? Too busy staring, princess?”

Your silence was enough of an answer and it only made Katsuki all the more smug. “Shitty hair, come help me with cake.”

“Have you, ya know, done anything with either of them?” Mina asked when it was just the two of you curled up together on the sofa, her head in your lap.

“Of course not!” You looked towards the kitchen making sure both guys were preoccupied. “I’ve been in a relationship, gods, do you know how many times they thought I’d done something with them?”

Your ex had brought it up so often, how weird it was you chose to live with two guys. But to you, it had made perfect sense!

You and Eijiro had forged a friendship just days after being in the same class and together, somehow, you both managed to win over Katsuki by the end of your first year too. So, when your final year ended and it came time to move into the real world it made sense to face it with them.

Having Mina around too would have been fantastic but the agency she signed with was so far away, living together just wasn’t possible.

“Well, you’re not in a relationship now, babe. And let’s face it, our whole class had a crush on you but, those two, it’s always been more than a crush.”

“There is no way-“

“And you’re eyein’ Kat like he’s a piece of meat! Not that I blame you. That man is-”

“Stop talking!”

“And always cozying up to Eiji… Those big, strong arms, imagine what he could-”

“Mina!” You hissed and shoved a pillow over her face.

You hated thinking about these things and you thought about it far more often than you should have. You hadn’t done anything because the thought of picking one over the other made this crushing weight settle in your chest.

“Why are you trying to smother the raccoon?” Katuski asked, with a plate of cake in each of his hands.

You said the first thing that came to mind, “She was trying to tell me the end of a series I haven’t finished.” And, thankfully, Katsuki didn’t care to know more.

Instead, he handed you over a slice with a single unlit candle. “Don’t eat it yet.” Eijiro was quick to follow with two additional slices, passing one over into Mina’s eager hands while Katsuki set up your favorite movie.

With friends gathered around, Katsuki held his palm over the candle. “It’s not a celebration but it’s still your birthday so you should make a wish regardless.”

“And we’ll still sing to ya if ya want!” Eijiro beamed, “Well, Mina and I will.”

Katsuki set off the smallest of pops and the wick caught flame. “’S okay, guys. A wish is plenty.”

You thought for a moment and the only thing floating around your mind was how while things might not be exactly how you want them, they weren’t horrible either. You had a great job, even better friends, a comfortable home with people who cared about you. Just let it be a good one, you thought, puckered your lips, and blew out a steady stream of air extinguishing the flame.

Eijiro plucked the candle before wax met icing, holding it up for you to lick off the icing, and then kissed your cheek, “Happy Birthday, cutie pie.”

Mina claimed your other cheek, “Yeah! Happy Birthday, babe!”

Katsuki was quick, the tip of his finger was coated with icing and he plopped it right on the tip of your nose. “Happy Birthday, Princess.” Kissing it off before you could protest.

He waited while you took a bite, watched as you chewed, swallowed and his eyes followed your tongue when it darted out to get a bit of icing.

“Well?” He prodded when you didn’t say anything.

It was delicious, Kat’s food was some of the best you’d ever tasted and your birthday cake was no exception. He’d outdone himself. But, there was something fun about making the cocky Pro Hero squirm.

An exaggerated moan left Mina, “KitKat, please, quit being a Pro and just open a bakery already. You’re so good.”

“Seriously Katsuki, this is great, man. The icing is perfect.”

“Well?” He asked you again.

“They already said how great it is!”

“But, it’s not their damn birthday cake, is it!”

Eijiro chuckled, “You’re gonna make him pop a blood vessel, just tell him how much you like it so he’ll calm down.”

The vein on his neck did look damn close to rupturing. You took another bite, savoring each of the flavors he’d blended together, loving the way they complimented each other on your tongue. Just before he nearly snapped his plate in half you let him off the hook, “It’s your best one to date, Kat. I love it. Thank you.”

He finally sat back on his haunches, releasing a breath in a puff, “Obviously. I only get better.” He took a large bite. “You’re welcome.”

Eijiro had opened his arms for you before his cake was even finished and you curled right up against him. Katsuki was back in his corner but his legs had managed to cross over Eijiro’s and Mina, well, Mina was like a damn cat.

Liquid and she somehow fit herself across the three of you. Her legs stretched over you and Eijiro both and, to everyone’s amazement, Katsuki had allowed her to lean into his side.

You were able to watch the movie with your arms wound around Eijiro. While Mina trailed lazy fingers along your calf, Eijiro's hands, which he could never keep still, started rubbing your back again. Only stopping when something exciting happened and commanded all of his focus.

The only other time he paused was when you fidgeted, rolling on your side to get your phone.

You should have just put it away but you saw his name and curiosity got the better of you but, damn, you wish it hadn’t.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, cutie pie?” But EIjiro could easily see your phone screen with how you were laying on him, “Oh. Oh, baby, why are ya looking at that?”

“I forgot I still get all his social media updates. Guess this is the new girl and it’s really official now.” You stared at the picture of the man you spent three whole years with, smiling wide and lifting some adorable woman up in his arms, “She’s really pretty.”

Eijiro brought his index finger under your chin and you looked up at him. “Maybe she is, but, she sure as hell isn’t prettier than you.”

Mina crawled her way over leaving Kat alone on the opposite end. She took your phone and used two fingers to expand the screen.

“Shitty hair’s right.”

“Kat, you didn’t even see the photo-“

“I don’t need to. She’s not you.”

“They’re right babe,” She let your phone fall to the floor and hugged you tight, “She could be the prettiest girl in the whole world but no one has a soul like you do. You’re one of a kind.”

She nuzzled into your neck, her lips pressing into your skin leaving kiss after kiss behind. “Do you need reminding of just how unique and wonderful you are?”

Eijiro shifted behind you. “I bet Eiji will be happy to show you how amazing you are, won’t you, big guy.”

“Will ya let me, cutie? I wanna show you just how much you mean to me.”

“Y-you do?”

His breath felt like flames licking the skin just below your ear. “More than anything.”

Before you could answer Eijiro’s arousing offer you felt Katuski come up in front of you again. Unlike when Eijiro had tilted your head, Katsuki grabbed your jaw tightly and held you steady under his striking gaze.

“It’s you. You keep us all going. Push us forward. Pick us up when we’re down. It’s you. You’ve changed all our damn lives so let us show you what that means to us.”

“All of you? Together? You’re all good with that?”

Eijiro murmured his confirmation and Mina moaned her’s into your neck.

“That alright with you, Princess?”

Your pulse was pounding in your ears you could hardly hear what Katsuki had said. The idea of it, the three people you were closest to, your best friends.

“Mina,” Eijiro sat up straighter and pulled Mina back, “It’s a lot for her. Let her think straight.” His knuckles brushed your forearm, “Hey. The offer is out there. Take the time you need. Wanna go back to the movie?”

“Do… Do I wanna go back to the movie!” You spun around to face him, nose just barely brushing his, “Ei! Are you serious right now!”

The movie was quite possibly the very last thing on your mind.

You had two fist fulls of Eijiro’s shirt and stared into his wide eyes until they blinked and softened. “Then whaddya wanna do?”

Your mouth came down onto his in a hurry and you could just barely hear Mina’s giggle of excitement. You yanked the front of his shirt, urgently moving your lips against his. In response, the redhead’s hands found their way under your thighs and pulled you to him until he had you straddled over his lap.

His lips curled up in a grin and then his tongue was sliding its way into your mouth. One of his hands carefully tilted your head while the other had a tight grip on your thigh, squeezing, inching slowly upward.

Another pair of lips settled into the crook of your neck, sucking as unfamiliar hands wrapped around your waist, and Eijiro let the most beautiful moan spill over into your mouth. When teeth so sharp gently tugged on your lower lip you couldn’t stop your own little whimper.

“She likes it, Eiji, do it again.”

And again his teeth sank in.

“Ei…”

A laugh, unlike any you heard from him before, broke your kiss. “You better be careful how you say my name, cutie,” His teeth nipped at your puffy lip, “‘M not gonna wanna share if you keep moaning it like that.”

“Oh, you’re sharin’, shitty hair.” Katsuki’s fingers flexed and pulled you to his hard chest, “I wanna hear you moan my name like that.”

“You gotta work for it then, Kat.”

Effectively sandwiched between the two men, still seated across Eijiro's lap, Katsuki accepted your challenge. Attacking your lips because now he had to point to prove and he set a brutal pace.

Bruising your lips with kisses, his tongue eager to get inside.

So close to you, you could hear Mina’s breathy moans, but Katsuki captivated your attention with long fingers running up your sides until one curiously lingered around your neck. You spoke the words against his lips, “Do it. I trust you.”

His smile wasn’t sarcastic or sinister, for once, it was completely sincere. “Thank you.” And with that, fingers slowly, experimentally tightened around your throat.

Katsuki peppered kisses along your jawline with your head still angled back, applying slightly more pressure every few seconds. His free hand ventured under your hoodie, running his fingertips across your dips and curves, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

When his kisses finally led to your ear, “Nod if you want more,” and you did. “Just gotta tap my hand and I’ll stop. Nod so I know you understand.” Once again, you did, “Gods, you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

Tighter he pressed his middle finger and thumb. “What? Can’t answer me, Princess?”

You tried but could only manage a strangled inhale. Katsuki sucked a chain of little purple marks into your flesh and you squirmed against him and Eijiro both, so much so that the latter held you in place. Your fingers wrapped around Katsuki’s hand but didn’t tap.

“K-Ka-“ You couldn’t get his name out.

“Gonna say it now? Wanna say my fuckin’ name?”

You nodded again, clinging to him.

“Fucking hell, Katsuki.” Eijiro mused but you couldn’t see him or Mina with how far the blonde had you tipped back and Katsuki didn’t give them an ounce of attention. You were the only one he cared about.

His thumb had wandered higher up your body, teasing the side of your breast and circling your areola. You bit into your lower lip, willing Katsuki to just touch your nipples already. Wishing any of them would touch you!

More pressure on your neck, on your thighs from Eijiro’s hands while he still watched. You released your lip trying to form his name, “Ka-Ka-“

“Almost.” He chided.

“You’re so close!” Encouragement poured from Mina.

And finally, he gave you what you needed. Just a single pass had you inhaling as sharply as you could and as soon as his fingers loosened you gave him his reward; his name, a moan on your lips.

He made sure to press sweet kisses where his fingers had been, holding you close.

“I’m gonna,” You had to catch your breath, “I’m gonna need you guys to stop playing with me now, okay? Please.”

“Oh, baby girl,” Mina cooed and moved around to your side, “Boys are getting you all worked up, huh?” Katsuki pulled you into his lap and Mina settled in Eijiro’s. She worked you over with slow kisses, hands going right for your tits knowing exactly what you liked. “KitKat was being mean, wasn’t he? Didn’t pay these gorgeous girls enough attention?”

She took you in her hands, squeezing your tits and letting them puff out between her fingers, and your head rolled back onto Katsuki’s shoulder.

“Let’s see ‘em.” Katsuki lifted the hoodie up over Mina’s arms to reveal your chest to them but as soon as he made to move it further, move it off of you, Eijiro’s arm caught his wrist.

“No way, man. That hoodie stays on.”

“Why the fuck should it?”

“It’s his. It’s Eiji’s.” You moaned, Mina pinching your nipples at the perfect moment.

“It’s staying on.”

“Ei’s feeling possessive. That’s really cute. Gonna make her cum wearing your hoodie?”

“Damn right, I am.”

“Want that too, birthday girl? Want Eiji to make you cum first?”

“Min, you’re gonna beat him to it if you keep doing this.”

Katsuki dropped his head to your neck again, “Not by her-fucking-self, she’s not!”

As Katsuki assaulted your neck again, using his hands to move you back and forth against his growing cock so easily felt through the thin fabric of his boxers, Eijiro snaked his hand around Mina, lightly against your inner thigh, “Want me to help too?”

“Yes, yes yes…” Mina cut off your pleas with her tongue fighting with yours. Swallowing your cry when Eijiro’s thumb fumbled for a second, trying to find that sweet spot and he knew the second he did.

All the hands, the mouths, the different sensations they graciously provided you, all of it had your head swimming. Not sure what felt best, only knowing that a high was quickly approaching, building low and nearly ready to snap. Not knowing who to cry for, what to say, who to beg. “Please, fuck, please, please I want it.”

“Then cum for us, baby. We all want it.”

“Please, cutie, give it to us.”

“First of many. So c’mon, Princess.”

Too much. Too many pleas. And you tensed letting that tight cord snap.

Eijiro slowed his pace into one much more soothing for you to ride out, Mina kissed each of your breasts, and Katsuki wound his arms around your middle securing you to him until you relaxed in his hold.

“Cutie pie, that was fuckin’ hot! You’re all soaked through.” Eijiro popped his thumb in his mouth, “Kinda got me wanting to taste more of ya.”

“Oh yeah? You wanna clean her up?” Mina grinned.

“Someone should. Damn, went right through my boxers too.”

“Ei can if he wants.”

“Oh, I’d be honored.” Mina crawled off and you awkwardly stretched out your legs.

He kissed your lips, fingers hooking into your waistband, “Let’s get you outta these.” Katsuki helped you lift so Eijiro could pull them over your curvy ass, leggings, and panties all in one go.

Dark red eyes lingered on what had been exposed, your sweet pussy, still dripping, had Eijiro’s mouth-watering.

“Please, ride my tongue, I’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

Riding his tongue? No. No, you couldn’t do that. You’d have to be all on his face for that. “I can’t.”

“Aw, legs too shaky, I can hold you up, no problem at all.”

“N-no, ’s not that.”

You couldn’t look at him when he asked what it was then.

“Talk to us.” Katsuki poked, “You just came for us. Why ya getting shy now?”

“Because her dick of an ex gave her a complex-“

“Mina!”

“Don’t you ‘Mina’ me! He got it in her head that she’s too big to sit on someone’s face, which I told her is fucking stupid!”

Eijiro let out a slow breath through flared nostrils and rested his hands on your waist. “Alright then, let me ask you this and you better answer me honestly, cutie; do you want me or someone else to eat you out like that?”

“Yeah I want you to but-“

“No buts!” You were out of Katsuki’s lap in a fluid motion, in Eijiro’s grasp while he leaned back, setting you on his chest. “Guess you need to be reminded of who I am, the Sturdy Hero, remember now? It’s kinda cute you think you could break anyone, let alone someone like me. You’re gonna get your sexy ass up here and sit. Right now.”

You didn’t want to argue with him, not when he sounded so serious, but still, you had your doubts even as you moved up his body.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” He admired you hovering over him, “Lower now, you can do it.” You let yourself slip a little closer. “Think I can’t feel these thighs shaking?” His hands wrapped around your legs and he set you exactly where he wanted you, making you grab onto his hair to keep yourself steady. You could feel the sharp points of his teeth as he marked your legs in between wet kisses. His, “Fuckin’ perfect,” was muffled as he spoke right into your core, flattened tongue licking once, flicking your clit with the tip so your nails dug into his scalp, “Perfect.”

And then the man got to proper work, he got greedy. With your legs pressed around his head, you were sure he couldn’t actually hear the little whines of pitiful instructions were giving him. A breathy, “right there,” followed soon by an, “oh, fuck, do that again,” but Eijiro instead focused on the twitch of your legs or the way your fingers pulled his hair further out of the ponytail he’d had it in.

Mina straddled his torso, hooking her chin over your shoulder. “He’s getting so hard just from doing this to you.” You managed to glance back and saw her slender pink hand palming his still contained erection. Meanwhile, Katsuki had lost the boxers you’d made a mess on, sitting on the back of the sofa, and yes, it was as pretty as you imagined it to be. Pale with a blushing pink tip.

Fitting nicely into the palm of his hand, still not completely hard just yet. “Open up for me, will ya?” You kept your eyes on his smirk, opening wide for him, “You listen so fucking well.”

One hand on the back of your head holding you still, “Nu-uh, Princess, no hands. Keep ‘em on Ei.” You carded fingers through his hair while Katsuki slipped inside, letting your lips engulf him.

He didn’t move for a moment, rather let your tongue explore around his cock, though, he couldn’t help his hips from jerking forward when you discovered the vein that ran along the underside. And a second time when Eijiro suckled your clit making you moan around him.

It wasn’t long before he reached his full length, tip of his cock nudging the back of your throat and he wasn’t even completely in your mouth anymore. He’d grown too large for that.

Eijiro tugged you closer to him when you started bobbing your head, making more of a mess rather than cleaning you up. “Damn, Ei, make her do that again.”

What had you done? You hadn’t even noticed- oh. Eijiro just barely nipped at your clit and you gasped, sucking hard enough on Katsuki that his head knocked against the wall, leaving his hands to guide you back and forth, trying to get you to swallow his cock.

“Eiji, can I go for a ride?” Mina purred.

It took the redhead a second or two to answer, not wanting to stop his pursuit. But, eventually, he lifted you up slightly letting out a frustrated groan that had Katsuki cursing all of you. “Gotta ask the birthday girl.”

A garbled, “Mhm,” was all you could manage with the cock still stuffed in your mouth.

“She said it’s fine.” Katsuki translated.

“Then it’s fine with me. But, ‘m not cumming until she’s around me.”

Katsuki continued fucking your face while Mina bickered, “Don’t think I can get you off? Eijiro, I’m a bit offended.”

“Don’t be.” Katsuki cut her off so Eijiro could get back to you faster, “He’s just stubborn like that when he makes his mind up. He’s got the stamina for it, damn princess. Taken me so fuckin’ good, but, his willpower, it’s is off the charts.”

You could hear the shifting of clothes, felt Eijiro move his body so Mina could tug his shorts off him followed shortly after by a sigh from Mina and a grunt from Eijiro, right up into you. He pulled at you while Mina sank lower onto him.

“Are you speaking from experience, Kat?” She asked the question you already knew the answer to.

Seeing one of them leaving the other’s room far too early in the morning. Somehow they were at least quiet about it, respectful of you being just down the hall.

“Did you actually think you two were the only ones sneaking around?”

While Mina and Katsuki had their own conversation, Eijiro had you tipping closer and closer to your edge again.

He’d taken to gripping your hips and grinding you over his rolling tongue again and again. Holding you still suddenly and then feasting on that little bundle of nerves, that was what was going to do you in. Mixed with the way Katsuki would snap his hips forward until you were choking, gagging on his cock with tears pricking the corners of your eyes. And you certainly couldn’t forget about Mina’s sweet little whimpers as she bounced on Eijiro’s dick behind you.

And then you heard ripping fabric, but who’s?

“Thought you liked her in your hoodie, shitty hair? Why ya ripping it off her?”

The growl he made against your clit, the rumble in-between ministrations, was immaculate. You wanted to cry his name, tell him just how great it felt, but all you could do was moan around Katsuki’s dick and yank hard Eijiro’s hair. Thankfully, he understood.

Sparing his hoodie any more damage, large hands sought out your bare skin, finding home along your hips and making you move above him. Faster than before, unrelenting. “Damn it, ‘m gonna cum. Ei, don’t stop making her do that.”

You gagged feeling the first of many ropes of cum shoot down your throat, waiting for Katsuki to pull free so you could swallow it all.

And when he did, “Please, Eiji, please, please, please…” You pleaded with him even though your throat felt so damn raw.

“Oh, baby girl, I always love the way you beg,” Lewd sounds from the both of you filled the room, “Always, so pretty.” Her fingers crept up the base of your neck and bent you back just so you could see the tip of her head. “Do it again for me, pretty please. You’ll make me cum all over his cock.”

Hanging onto Eijiro’s roots you bucked your hips over him, “Ei, I need it. ‘M so close, ah, so, so close, fuck,” Abandoning all else, he focused all efforts right on your clit letting you use him until your begging became babbling, completely incoherent, and then you tipped right into your second orgasm with Mina tumbling right after you.

Panting and sweaty, chest heaving, Mina lifted herself off Eijiro’s cock with a wince, “Why are you so damn thick, Eiji, I’ll never understand it.”

His chuckle was easily heard now that he’d taken care to lift you off his face and rather let you rest atop his torso. He scooted with you, leaning against the back of the sofa in between Katsuki’s legs. His chin glistened and those his eyes were so very heavy, he still looked like he won hero of the year.

“So, how’s she taste?” Katsuki asked with brows raised.

“Get down here and have a taste.”

“No, no no, guys, I need a second, or several minutes actually.”

You snuggled into Mina, face pressed into her chest, the both of you still trying to calm down completely.

“Take a break, cutie pie, you deserve it. And you,” He looked up at Katsuki, “Get down here and I’ll let you have a taste.”

You caught the hint of a smirk, and then the man took Eijiro’s messy jaw upward, inclining him enough for Katsuki to lean forward into a harsh make out.

“How you doing, baby?” Mina asked, brushing down your hair, “Need anything?” You didn’t answer, just snuggled closer against her plush.

“Eiji… he’s the only one who hasn’t… and he wanted to in me…”

Upon hearing his name, Eijiro broke away from Katsuki’s lips to look at you. “I- um- I’m really sorry I said that, I shouldn’t have assumed we’d, ya know, get there.”

But you shook his head, “No, I wanna with you, both of you, I just need a little bit but then I do wanna take care of you.”

Eijiro’s smile was so soft it made your heart ache. He made his way over to you and you moved from Mina’s soft embrace, you let him draw you into a slow kiss with his hand on the back of your neck. “Take all the time you need.”

“Where are you going?” Katsuki barked when Mina wobbled off the sofa for the kitchen.

“I have an idea,” She sang, “I know just how to relax our girl.”

She opened the refrigerator, round-pink ass poking out while she bent to get whatever she was looking for. When she returned, both men looked utterly confused.

“See, I already know how wonderful Y/N’s tits are but, you two haven’t been able to appreciate them fully. So, we’re gonna take this hoodie off her because you did get to see her cum wearing it, twice,” Eijiro motioned for you to lift your arms and he did the honors, “And now, baby, you’re gonna go get super comfy against those pillows, on your back for me.”

You knew exactly what she had in mind. Lazy afternoons with her latched onto one of your breasts had taught her well. Just gently sucking, sometimes teasing you until you’d undoubtedly get turned on all over again. It was an unexplainable feeling, one your ex found odd and never partook in but both Katsuki and Eijiro looked completely intrigued with this plan.

“Well all thought Katsuki’s icing was so good, I thought we could put it all over something else.”

She twisted open the container and dipped her finger inside. Smearing the dollop across your nipple and then leaning down to lick it off. She swirled her tongue around twice before her lips closed around your peak.

“Minaaa,” You drew out the last letter of her name but by no means did you want her to stop.

She stayed attacked, lightly sucking on you until your eyes drifted shut.

“Holy fuck…” Katsuki muttered under his breath before speaking up, “Lemme do it!”

“Yeah, me too!”

She let your nipple go with a tiny pop, “Of course, but, you’ve gotta be gentle with her. Both of you.”

They nodded their heads quickly and she passed the container over to Katsuki while she cozied up between your legs.

Each of them took a sizable amount of icing on their fingers, taking their time spreading it evenly out. Katsuki had his brows tightly knit in concentration, trying to make it look apparently perfect while Eijiro had one tooth hanging over his low lip as he worked.

Once both were satisfied, they shared a look and then a nod, the two descending on you in the same moment. They copied Mina’s technique flawlessly, licking around your needy buds first and then honing in on it. Your legs tried to close when the two sets of lips came down around you at once.

It was almost too much when they both started to suck. Not hard or tugging, exactly how Mina had instructed them but having both your tits teased at the same time, seeing two pairs of hooded red eyes looking up at you while they settled in.

The moment they saw your eyelids droop and your pretty lips let out that puffy breath of air, neither of them were stopping anytime soon. It was how you put your arms around them, fingers toying with their hair, muttering about how nice they both felt.

And then there was that moment Mina had been waiting for when passive pleasure made you needy for something more. She drew a trail of icing down your body. Starting between your breasts, she kissed and licked every piece off of you. The lower she went, the more you squirmed, each man wrapping an arm around you, sucking at your tits with more enthusiasm.

“Needy, baby, aren’t you?” She purred just below your navel, “What do you want, tell us.”

Mina smirked, watching your eyes dart between the guys. “Want them both?” You nodded, “At once?”

“Mmhm.”

“You’re so ambitious, baby! I love it!” Her fingers slipped inside your heat quicker than you’d expected her to go. “I gotta get you ready. Both these guys are a challenge on their own and you want them both at the same time?”

Four of her fingers ended up being fucked inside you while you clung onto EIjiro’s and Katsuki’s shoulders, digging half-moons into their skin.

When Mina deemed you ready, there was a shifting of bodies, Eijiro definitely elbowed Katsuki the ribs and you kneed Mina’s ass cheek. Laughter blended with moans and whines while everyone got situated.

Katsuki laid on his back with you against his chest while Eijiro pulled the both of you closer to him. “Mina?”

“Nope. This is her present. Plus, I already got off.”

All Eijiro could do was chuckle at the wink she threw his way and for the first time, under the little twinkling lights they’d strung around the room, you had a chance to properly admire him.

Thicker than Katsuki, nearly as long too, and yet, he looked about ready to blush as you nearly drooled on yourself at the sight of him. “Get it together, Ei.” Katsuki scoffed.

He set himself atop you, dragging his fat head between your lips, a total of three times, and then lined up right at your dripping entrance. “You’re sure you want me first?” You nodded emphatically and his hips cantered forward.

Katuski held your legs back for him, squeezed you tight letting Eijiro lean forward, sinking in another inch in the process, dropping kiss after kiss across your brow. “Doin’ so good for us. Gods, you are so fuckin’ tight. Kat’s not gonna be able to take it.”

“The fuck did you say!”

The redhead's laugh was thick, eye closed pushing in even more until heavy balls tapped your ass and Eijiro released a held breath. “Tell me when I can move, cutie, okay.”

“Fuck me, Eiji, want it.”

That was all he needed to hear.

His hands took place of Katsuki’s, pressing them down further than you thought possible. His thrusts were slow at first even though you were egging him on and he took the bait quick enough.

Harsh slaps and grunts, Katsuki playing with your all too sensitive nipples, holding onto them and letting Eijiro’s thrusts provide little tugs making you moan for them.

You could feel every ridge he had, the two veins that snaked down either side of him, kissing your walls.

“Whaddya think, wanna try taking Kat too?” He asked you with a sharp-toothed grin.

“Yes, yes, yes…” But you whined terribly feeling him completely leave you to make room for his friend.

“Go first.” He told the blonde, letting him adjust and line himself up.

“Shit, shit, Princess how the fuck are you still this tight! Did that douche never pay you any fuckin’ attention?”

“She told me it’s been six months…” Mina chimed in, softly running a finger down your side. “Our pretty baby had to take care of herself for six whole months.”

“He had someone else.” You cried when Katsuki pushed you further down onto him.

“Don’t know why he’d want anyone else when you’ve got this perfect cunt.”

“She doesn’t need him anymore anyway.” Eijiro crowded over you, “Right, pretty girl?”

Katsuki jerked his hips up into you, “You need fucked, we’ve got you taken care of.”

Eijiro grabbed your chin and made sure you were listening, “You need anything, we’ve got you taken care of. Understand?”

It was strangled thanks to that upward tilt Katsuki’s dick had hitting you just right but you still managed a, “Yes, sir.”

“Great. Now that that’s settled, get the fuck in here, shitty hair, before I bust. She feels too damn good.”

But Eijiro wasn’t listening to Katsuki even though his cock pulsed. No, he was looking at you with a predatory gaze. Red hair framing his face like a mane. “Say that again, cutie.”

“Y-yes?”

“All of it.”

“Yes, sir?”

Oh, oh he liked it, but, he didn’t dwell on it any longer, simply saying, “We need to have a talk about nicknames later,” while he pressed his way inside you alongside Katsuki.

“Wa-wait, Eiji, I think I think it’s too much.”

“Take it slower, I know you’re excited but you’re gonna literally split her if you rush it.” Mina scolded him, holding your hand and making circles on your clit.

“‘M halfway, cutie. I think you can do it.” He knew you could and so he inched forward slower than before making Katsuki bite into your shoulder. “There! Both of us, all the way in. You did amazing!”

“Yes, she did!”

You didn’t know what to do, everything was disorienting as the first time the three of them make you cum. And when the guys moved opposite each other, never leaving you empty for a second, Mina dropped her mouth to your tits again.

Grabby hands reached for skin, for blankets, for whatever they could hold onto.

“Still will us, princess?” You heard the question but you’d be damn if you could even form a word to answer him, you managed to squeeze onto Mina’s hand though, and Eijiro’s shoulder.

“Too much?” Eijiro asked, his hair tickling your cheeks as he rutted into you again and again, but you shook your head, wanting, needing them to keep going. “That’s our girl. Taken us all so damn well.”

“Did you expect anything else from her? She’s always been fuckin’ amazing.”

The praise was too much for you, going right to your core and making you cum for the third time. Squeezing the two of them even closer, hugging so tight they can hardly thrust properly.

“Damn. I’m gonna-“ Katsuki was the second to break, coating your walls thoroughly with his cum and letting his dick slip free. That left Eijiro to fuck it right back inside, the bits that didn’t come out with him, now leaking down your ass and onto Katsuki’s crotch.

“C’mere.” Eijiro planted a foot on the ground and lifted you right up in his arms, hooking the backs of your knees over his forearms driving you up and down on his cock with no real rhythm at all. Arms locked behind his neck, head tossed back completely lost in the feel of it. And when he did cum, he made sure he was embedded as deep as he could go.

“Dang, guys, that was hot as hell.” Mina mused, lazily playing with herself as the two of you panted heavily with each other.

“Shower?” He asked, his forehead against yours. “Mine’s the biggest.”

“Bath?”

“Alright, cutie, whatever you want.”

“I’ll make sure she gets cleaned up if you two wanna shower and clean all this,” gesturing to the whole of the sofa, “up.”

Eijiro pouted as he manipulated your body so your legs were around his waist. “Why do you get the fun part?”

“Because you two know where all your cleaning supplies are. And guys can have bath time whenever you like. I can’t just pop over whenever I want.”

“Yeah ya can.” Katsuki rolled his eyes, using his boxers to try and wipe some of the mess off him so he didn’t drip more on the sofa.

Mina kissed his cheek. “Aw, it’s nice to know you care, KitKat, but, I mean I can’t. Takes me too long to drive and we’re not arguing about how I should move right now. Our girl needs a warm bath with lots of bubbles. Right?”

You nodded, sleepily against Eijiro’s shoulder. And he carried you to your bath.

An hour later, you were squeaky clean and in fresh pajamas wearing one of Katsuki’s hoodies this time. Curled up on the washed sofa, wrapped up in a cozy blanket, tucked in Eijiro’s arms once again with your legs in Mina’s lap.

The movie was picked up where you’d left off but not five minutes had passed and your stomach let out a violent roar in hunger.

Eijiro snickered, “Worked up an appetite, cutie?” Kissing down your cheek.

“Toldja ya didn’t eat enough!” Katsuki complained, kicking the blanket off him, “I’m making your plate this time! And you’re getting more cake!”

Sweet As Bonbon - Aizawa Shouta

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Bonbon is an adorable nickname, everyone can agree, not many believe it should be associated with a man like him. When everyone ask who 'Bonbon' is, you show them your favourite photo with a bright grin. They expect the most charming, handsome, young man that has the sweetest smile...only to find Aizawa Shouta.

Smiles freeze as they take in the man on the tiny screen. A man that seems much older than you, with long messy hair, exhausted dull eyes, and an unkempt stubble. Well, that was definitely a surprise. Especially since the photo you show is one of his insane smiles, psycho adjacent. But no one has the heart to wipe the giddiness you show, so they smile respectfully.

You can tell he's not what they expected, nothing about this man is sugar and chocolate. Even his colleagues laugh at the nickname thinking you were just teasing Shouta, until they stop because the two of you aren't. Everyone grows seriously concerned that you're actually serious. The blonde man, Hizashi, glances between you and a pissed Shouta, "...You're definitely getting cat-fished, run girl-". Hizashi gets cut off by the cloths wrapping around his throat and everybody panics. Later that night you ask Shouta, what was that about? The black haired man waves your worries away, "Nothing, he's just chronically stupid."

But even the man himself can't help but wonder, all the time. He thinks about it a few times a day. Like when he decides to sneak into the shower with you, you'll squeal "Bonbon~!" at him before making room for his surprisingly large form. Or when you bring his forgotten lunch to U.A. He'll finish a class and return to the teachers' office to find everyone passing your sweet note with cute bonbon faces. Shouta despises how the word haunts his life and mind. He hates how everyone makes a big deal out of it and wishes the word never existed. But the man would also hate it if you stop calling him that, because you say it with so much love and affection. The day he stops being "Bonbon"...is the day you stop loving him.

He finally gets his wish on a random Sunday when he returns from his morning run. After stopping by the fridge for some cold water, Shouta makes his way for the bedroom when he hears your voice and someone else on the phone.

"Bonbon, whose that?"

Seated at your dressing table, you gasp and pause your makeup, "Oh my gosh girl, have I not told you about Bonbon?!", "No!", "Shit where do I start?".

Your friend on the other side snort, "Uhh maybe on how Bonbon came about?", you give a dreamy sigh and turn to look at the beautiful weather, "Well..."

Bonbon is a small chocolate confection, with a hollow inside where fillings can be hidden. These include sweet alcoholic ingredients, creamy ganache, fruit purees, and so much more. The sky is truly the limit when it comes to Bonbon and their combinations. And the best part of it, is the surprise. From a simple chocolatey treat to a galaxy of flavours. That is the best way to describe Aizawa Shouta.

....

At first, he reminded me of the marshmallow bonbon my patisserie used to sell.

You and Shouta met during your part-time employment at a patisserie near U.A. From the moment he first walked in, the man had caught your eye. The lanky customer stumbled in like he had just returned from war, or stepped out of the trash. All of the other customers also noticed him and their discomfort showed through how they cleared the pathway like he was Moses.

Your coworkers also eyed the man, wondering what a man like him was doing here. You also had your questions, like why on earth would he buy a liquorice loaf out of everything here? The disgusting thing was an item your boss had put on to please a niche audience consisting of herself. The patisserie would literally make one loaf a week because no one would buy it.

"This one please", he spoke in a gruff voice and you chirped, "Of course, that'll be $7.50 for today."

After returning his change, you placed the item in a small paper bag and smiled, "Thank you so much, have a good day!"

He nodded and left. As the door slowly shut, you felt the atmosphere lighten up and heard the whispers. Regardless of how you felt, it wasn't your place to step in so you just left to clean up. He was just a customer, and most likely a one time buyer.

Until he kept coming in and in. The man had a routine now, and it somehow always lines up with the days you would be working at the front. Monday afternoons, Wednesday mornings, and Fridays just before closing. And he would always walk around the whole store, tricking you to believe he'd buy something new, before picking the liquorice loaf. You two would repeat the same dialogue, no small talk or extra fluff. At some point, he became a part of you. A thing you had to check off the list to ensure that your day was complete.

Until he didn't come for the whole week, and it made you...different. You weren't right, weren't thinking straight or doing anything properly. It made you so distracted that you burnt yourself while melting sugar. The injury was small but you had to immediately leave for the hospital and was told to rest for two or three days. With that, you missed the black haired man another week. During that time, the ache in your chest grew unbearable.

You feared that you fell in a love with a stranger. A much older man who you know nothing about and speak a total of twenty words to him. However, there was something that drew you to him. Something that forced your eyes to follow him and every movement of his. A curiosity to discover what he contained inside that plain shell. A wonder to what other flavours he held.

It was nearly three weeks later on Friday when you met him again. You had finally gotten used to not seeing him...almost. That was until the bell rang signalling a customer and turned around to greet them, only to find him. Freezing for a moment, you stutter a welcome before scurrying off to the kitchen. You hid your face in your palms, your resolve to ignore the tightness in your chest had vanished. A sweetness rushed in, just from seeing him. What hell was wrong with you? Before you knew it, he was already at the register with his item. Why was he so fast today?

After taking a deep breath, you walked down and went through the steps on the routine. Say the amount, take his money, return the change, place his item in the bag, say your farewells, and wait for the next time.

"Welcome back, I missed you", your mind with blank hearing those words.

It wasn't in his usual grunt. It was a deep voice coated in sugar chocolatey richness, with an airy tone. And you felt your soul shatter into pieces. Oh gosh, everything was bursting out. Rushing out like a flood.

"Y-You can't say that", your voice and body trembled while he raised an eyebrow, "I can't, why?"

Opening your tightly shut eyes, you finally looked up at him and whisper terrified, "Because now I can't hide that I like you."

And his eyes widened while you escaped to the kitchen. But of course you couldn't hide from him forever, couldn't hide from his rejection. You knew what he'd say, that you were a foolish young girl who fell in love with a fantasy. Juvenile emotions, he'd scoff and walk away leaving your broken feelings to seep into the cracks of the ground. At some point you wished that he'd just walk off never to be seen again, so that you can remember him with a bitter sweetness. But you had a feeling he wasn't that type of guy.

You were right. When the lights were turned off, doors locked, and everyone walking seperate ways...he was waiting there for you with a blank face. Say it, you begged him in your mind. That you were a happy-go-lucky girl, that someone like you wouldn't know what love was. Because maybe he was right, maybe he wasn't, you were fine with that.

Except he only approached you, one step at a time at a slow pace. And you allowed him into your space, to stand in front and tower over. For his hand to land on your cheek and caress it so sweetly with a light touch. You gulped and bit your lip to void yourself, in case he woke up from whatever spell had been casted and ran off.

Until the black haired man gave a small smile, "Are you okay?", and you squeak out, "Aren't you supposed to reject me now?"

He blinked before chuckling, and you felt yourself drown in a sea of cocoa, "Is that how confessions go these days, I have to reject you?", "W-Well, I just assumed that would happen! I mean, you probably just see me as a kid!"

The twinkle in his eyes grow even more vibrant and he answered, so softly you thought it would be carried away by the wind, "Only assholes would think that. Regardless of age, your feelings are real and I should respect that."

You were thankful to the breeze for cooling your cheeks, because without it you might faint of overheating. Amused he leaned down and asked if you really wanted him to reject you.

"G-Give me a moment", you turn to the side and hold up your arms to block his sight.

Then you squeak feeling a bounce against your inner wrist, you pull them away only for the man to find your nose as a replacement. You whine again and he fits you against his body, breathy laughter tickling your ear like a cloudy marshmallow.

"Alright, we can take it slow."

....

But of course, Shouta had other flavours to him...possessive like lemon cheesecake.

Many people view Shouta as a tired man who couldn't be bothered to lift a hand outside of work. And all of his friends, family, and colleagues would agree. But you disagree with that. Whenever it came to you, Shouta was always 100. Including his mission to keep the 'wolves in sheep clothing' away from you. AKA the guys at your university.

You always assured Shouta that he was the one you wanted and the guys don't really chase after you, but your boyfriends begs to differ. During his intel collecting mission, stalking you, the pro-hero lost count of how many eyes followed you. He grew sour as a lemon seeing some think about approaching you. All the while, you innocently skipped along thinking about your classes. Unforgivable, death to all of them.

That day when your classes were finished, he texted you that he'll be there to pick you up. Confused, you sent a heart anyways and forgot about it for the rest of the day.

"Damn, what's with the crowd of girls?", your male classmate noticed as the two of you walked down to the gates.

You watched as groups of giggling girls with hearts in their eyes running past with their phones out. Thinking it was some kind of idol, you shrugged it off. That was until you reached the mess and your jaws dropped. Because in the eye of the cyclone was your man. Your man who wore a black button up, rolled up to his thick biceps, with matching dress pants and shoes. Not only that, he had cleaned up his appearance.

You huffed seeing girls ask if they could touch his ponytail.

"No, My girlfriend will be here soon so you should leave", the girls pouted, "Come on, it's just a touch~ Is she that possessive she won't let you have any girlfriends?"

After a few seconds he smirked down at them, "Is that really what you think?", one of them scooted up to him until their hips bumped, "What else~?"

Instantly Shouta cringed up like he just ate something tart, "It's more that I don't find you that attractive. You should see how much better she is than you, especially with the way she respects people's space and relationships."

Everyone froze including you at his response.

Then Shouta found you and his face softened, "There she is...with a guy", and Mr Lemon was back.

He flashed in front of you, enveloping you into a tight hug greeting you so sweetly. All the while glaring down the fool who dared to compete with him. The poor boy shrunk away and didn't bother to say goodbye before running off.

You didn't even care, nuzzling into his chest with the brightest grin. Only you could bring out the sugar within this man, the cake like richness that he saved only for you. Noticing this, he smiled and pecked your temple. What a terrible duo.

It only got worse from there, for everyone else. Shouta upgraded his wardrobe and tried his best to pick you up from university as much as possible. Regardless of his new status as the campus eye candy, whether those wolves still lusted after you, all of it would vanish when you stepped through those gates. Because Shouta's sour barrier kept them away while you ate up all that he had to give.

....

And very rarely does he become as bitter as dark chocolate and cherry liqueur.

It's a side that Shouta rarely shows to you. A cold, blunt, and apathetic version of himself that is only reserved for everyone else but you. The version called Eraserhead. Shouta tries to keep Eraserhead and you seperate, but the overlap is inevitable.

Like the time he forgot some paperwork at home so you had to bring it to U.A, only to find him grilling a student with fury radiating out in purple waves. Or when you get to see him in action, rescuing civilians and arresting villains. He's aggressive, dangerous, and icy. And the most memorable was the night you two were invited to a hero celebration party hosted by the government.

Shouta never attends those, he finds it boring and meaningless. However, his mind was changed when he was sent an series of photo from Nemuri. It was of you, dolled up the prettiest gowns with the cutest grin on your face. He sent back a message 'Buy all of them' with his card details, and accepted the invite. All the while unaware that he had started humming, and terrifying the rest of the office.

The night itself started off better than ever. You were bursting with excitement and greeting his colleagues so brightly, there wasn't a single person who wasn't charmed. But of course there will always be some bad apples, even amongst heroes.

As Shouta spoke to the few assemblymen, you had been whisked away by a few female proheroes.

You smiled shyly at their compliments, "Oh aren't you just the most cutest~?", "No wonder Eraserhead immediately snatched you up!", "I mean, who wouldn't want a young and sweet girl! Look, she doesn't even have a callous or bruise on her hand!"

Your smile faltered at the odd...compliment? Was it one?

"Wow, I bet you've never been in a fight before huh?", they giggled to themselves, "Come on, her?! I doubt she would even raise her voice at someone!", "Maybe that's why he likes her, easier to you know!"

The air suddenly felt hostile and you laughed uncomfortably, eyes scanning the room to hopefully find Shouta. After a few seconds, you found him with a few teachers from U.A and sighed in relief, time to escape.

That was until, "Look it's Ms Joke!", and you watched as a woman with sea green hair approach the group.

As you watched her lean in towards him with a teasing smile, whispers from behind echoed in your mind, "Have you met her yet? The two of them are quite close", "Yeah, everyone used to think they were dating!", "It's hard not to when she constantly jokes about it~"

"Joke about what?", a gruff voice spoke up and all of you turn around to find the black haired prohero.

The ominous and bitter look in his eyes made the women around you tense up, "I asked, joke about what?"

No one said a thing and his eyes flickered over to yours, softening but still brewing with abyssal darkness like the liqueur, "Tell me."

You choked up, feeling a child before him about to tattletale. It was so painful, how they were absolutely right. You'll always be a child compared to him, hiding behind his money and authority with a deep well of immature thoughts and feelings. It becomes stuffy in your chest, realising that everything you are and have now is an extension of him.

The hurt on your face was enough to tell him everything, but someone else joins in, "What happened? You all looked so happy humiliating her before?"

Eraserhead turns to the woman beside him, "M-Mirko, what are you saying?", the prohero laughed casually, "What, you thought no one else heard you? Joking that Eraserhead chose her because she's young and docile so he could control her better?"

Your eyes fell to the ground in order to avoid his, shame slowly seeped out through the stinging in your irises.

"Or distort his relationship with Ms Joke, implying something more than friendship?", your body curled noticing the increasing attention.

As the voices grew louder and harsher, you begged the heavens to just vanish into thin air. Suddenly, there were hands covering your ears. You look up to find Eraserhead, mouth shaped into an acrid scowl as his eyes narrow similar to the feeling of sharp alcohol.

He was saying so much, you assume it was very acerbic through everyone else's expression. None of it could you hear, was it someone's quirk? Maybe it was a good thing because in seconds, the situation grows physical. It looked like a bar fight with the way Mirko flies through the air, not a government party filled with proheroes.

The two of you escape the mess and into one of the chauffer cars. It's silent as the two of you collect your thoughts, you could see the driver pray a fight wouldn't start in the car. Then a force pushes your head onto the man's shoulder and your eyes well up again.

"I...I feel so stupid, so n-naive!", your voice cracks and lips lean down to catch your tears.

You feel him return, feel Shouta next to you, the dimensional change from Eraserhead to your sweet man. Sweet like the subtle, fruity, aftertaste of the cherry liqueur. And you cry even harder.

As much as he is proud of his heroism and work ethics, this makes Shouta hope that you and Eraserhead stay in different worlds. Because its a sign, that if Eraserhead is close...then you are in pain.

....

Your smile softens as you continue.

"He treats me as a normal person, always capable of learning more, but not hopeless and defenseless. He teaches me things I don't know patiently, let me figure things out on my own, allow me to be emotional. Because in his words, You should spend your youth free and limitless, reach the skies and if it gets too high...I'll be there to bring you back down".

On the other side of the door, Shouta has the brightest grin on his face. He's giddy, wondering how he should celebrate hearing this. Take you to a nice restaurant? Holiday across Europe? Ideas flood his mind as he walks away, humming softly.

"That's why I call him Bonbon, my Bonbon."

Hi Lovelies, long time no see!

Soz if Aizawa was a bit ooc for you, but that's the beauty of a tsundere! This one was actually very difficult to write because the initial word I had in mind was butterscotch but there wasn't much to write about and everything I could write sounded weird. So yeah, tough time for me.

Anyways, I hoped you guys enjoyed this one and I'll see you another time ✮⋆˙💋ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶💋⋆｡° ✮

Healer debate

I'll just.... put a new version of that michael sketch here... (he won't let me go)

i watched newsies live yesterday 😟😟 IT WAS SO GOOD!!!

am I the only one who liked five and lila?

I'm in love😭

confessions - fushiguro megumi

word count: 6.3k warnings: underage drinking + swearing summary: just a couple friends who are secretly in love with each other.  until one of them has a bit too much to drink and confesses.  classic.

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"chester"

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lost 3, earned 6

kinda dark if you think about it

DOCTOR WHO | Last Night

The rivalry between National city’s two well-established families, the Kryptonians and the Luthors, affects the relationship of their children Kara and Lena.

(Based on Romeo and Juliet, 1996, party scene) 

As if the world fades away

I really LOVE to read this. And more people should read it too.

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

TMNT Fandom Family Reunion - Craft Fair Event || Short story

Cabin 10 - The Besties

Little Mikey Future - @orangepawn39

The Wrong Side of the Portal - Me!

I will be referring to the future Michelangelo as Michelangelo.

And to my Mikey as Mikey.

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

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Today was a nice day.

It wasn't too hot or too cold, there was no fighting, they had slept well the night before- Michelangelo had even managed to entertain Maria and multiple more versions of himself and others with the origamis he had been making fly around.

Buuut he had been using his mystic abilities all morning and afternoon- he needed a little break. Thankfully, the other Raph from his cabin had offered to watch over Maria- so with his charge safe, Michelangelo was now walking back towards their cabin.

He had heard the other versions of himself talk about decorating the place. He couldn't wait to see it.

...Actually, wouldn’t his counterpart's cat be inside now? He should say hi, then take a nap. Then he could go back to the craft fair. Yeah. That sounded nice.

Michelangelo closed the door behind him, not all fazed by the dark. He didn't bother turning on the lights as he wouldn’t need them. Just say hi to Ice Cream Kitty, then go take a nap. Simple. Easy.

...Or, at least. That was the plan. Until he heard the quiet sniffles from the bathroom.

The turtle froze. He held his breath, not even moving an inch as he listened... yep, that was a sob. Uh-oh.

He changed directions from the kitchen to the bathroom, getting more concerned by the minute. Why would anyone be sad? Everyone had been having fun as far as Michelangelo was aware. Making crafts, paints...

"...Hello?" He knocked on the door of the bathroom once in front of it- and the hiccups stopped at once. He frowned. That wouldn’t do. "Anyone inside?"

No answer.

"..." Michelangelo pretended to walk away, then kept silent. He heard a shuddering breath behind the door, before a soft sob. He sighed. Okay, so maybe he didn't know everyone very well yet- but these were versions of his family. It could be one of the kids. Someone could be hurt. "I'm coming in bud, okay?"

He heard a panicked breath. "Wait no-"

Michelangelo opened the door. The sight perplexed him.

All the lights were out... yet, despite the lights not being on, a soft, golden light illuminated the room. The source of the light sat on the floor, blue shirt he had been wearing previously thrown away, bandages surrounding the figure from all around... a 15-year-old version of himself sitting on the floor, looking up at him with wide, wet eyes. Tears soaking his bandana and slipping down his cheeks.

His arms covered in bright, golden scars, all the way up to his shoulders, shaking like crazy.

Michelangelo put a hand on his mouth in shock.

...Oh.

Not even his own scars reached that far.

At the look he received Mikey teared up- and Michelangelo panicked. "Ah, no, I'm sorry- it's okay, okay-"

He closed the door behind him. Then locked it. Mikey curled up further into himself.

Michelangelo's mind went a 100 miles an hour.

Okay, think. There... hadn't been any versions of him with mystic scars in the cabin, right? There were the kids, the one with- four different versions of each of them? And the one where there had been two of each of them, Ice Cream Kitty came from that world, so no-

"-yeah, little orange is still sleeping all day!" The version of himself with Ice Cream Kitty explained as he held the bowl, Maria gushing over the little cat licking her face. "He was tired- but he would love to meet you!"

...Oh.

Realization dawned slowly. Michelangelo's expression softened immensely.

Right. Mikey had been asleep all day at first. And then Michelangelo hadn't seen him without his bandages or shirt. He was tired. And cold.

Which meant the scars must be recent.

"...Hey, kiddo." He mumbled, slowly walking over and sitting next to him. Mikey didn't respond, trying to muffle his sobs.

"Do they hurt?" The older one asked worriedly, looking them over. What on earth had happened for them to spread so far? Let alone at such a young age?

Yet, Mikey shook his head. Michelangelo looked away.

"...Doesn't seem like it, bub."

"They don't hurt... much." The younger one mumbled, sniffling. The mystic warrior frowned.

"...Then, what's wrong? Surely you would have way more fun at the craft fair than locked in a bathroom."

Mikey flinched.

He mumbled something under his breath, too soft to hear. "Could you repeat that?"

"...I can't join."

Odd. "Anyone can join, mini-me."

"Well I can't."

"Why not?"

Mikey grumbled, frustrated and clearly about to say something-... but then his expression shattered. He teared up again. And closed his eyes as he held out his left arm in front of the other in defeat.

It shook like crazy. Too unstable to hold anything.

Oooohhh.

"..." Carefully, gently, Michelangelo took hold of the younger one's arm. Sucking in a breath when he felt the amount of mystic energy radiating from it. "...What on earth did you do to gain these scars?" He mumbled, gently twisting his arm around. When Mikey didn't answer, the older one continued. "You have trouble holding stuff."

Not a question. A statement.

Michelangelo had experience, after all.

"I can't do anything anymore." Mikey said bitterly, looking away- yet, he didn't take his arm back. So Michelangelo's touch didn't hurt. Good to know. "I can't stand, I can't walk, I can't stay awake, I can't hold stuff, I can't cook, I can't make art-" he forced himself to stop. "...It would be better if I just. Stayed gone. My hands are useless."

"Hey, no." The older one frowned disapprovingly. "You gained those scars for a reason. I bet those hands did some very important stuff-"

"-I had help and still failed." Mikey cut him off, and groaned. "Donnie held on with everything he had. Made me tech to help. Raph left to protect us so I could concentrate- on his own. And I still failed to open a proper portal-"

"A what now-?"

"-I got us stuck in some random universe, I was useless!" Mikey gritted his teeth, scars lighting up in reaction to his anger. Yet Michelangelo didn't let go. "And now I can't do the one thing I'm supposed to be good at?"

He would have said more. But Mikey seemed to remember he wasn't talking to one of his brothers. And bit his lip to keep quiet.

"..." Michelangelo sighed. He shifted his position so he was sitting on his knees in front of the younger one, taking hold of both of his shaky hands so so carefully. He looked at them, for a moment, his thumbs stroking over the other's fingers... before he closed his eyes...

His own scars lit up gold. He could feel the way his younger counterpart tensed but didn't move. He concentrated as gold swirls and sparkles started surrounding the two, his own mystic magic starting to lift objects so they floated around- his hair included. When he cracked his eyes open, just a tiny bit- they were completely gold.

"It takes time to get used to them." He murmured, still petting Mikey's hands. Mikey didn't respond, looking at him with awe- especially when a gold butterfly seemed to appear out of thin air, and land on his snout.

Michelangelo's mystic magic was... warm.

Mikey's had been too. It had been burning hot, painful, eating him alive and melting his being away. But this was different. This was the warmth of a home-cooked meal, of a hug-

Of brothers.

Of home.

"Sometimes, it feels like they'll never get better." The older one continued, letting go of one hand so he could open his palm- the butterfly illusion he had created landed in it. "Sometimes, they'll feel like the uggliest things you've looked at. But you need to remember why they look this way."

"...I failed to save Leo." Came the heartbreaking reply. Michelangelo tisked.

"Did you?" The butterfly flew away to land on Mikey's snout. "He seemed pretty alive to me."

"...But-"

"And you did all that without any practice, at such a young age?"

"..."

Michelangelo grabbed both his hands again, and smiled gently. "I know it seems like they're useless right now. But trust me when I say... they will get better."

"..." Mikey looked away to look at his hands uncertainly, still not convinced. Michelangelo's smile softened.

"Once you learn everything you can do with those hands, mini-me." He started. "You'll see. Just because you can't make art now the way you're used to doesn't mean they're useless."

"And someday." He lowered their hands. The warmth intensified in a pleasant way- a way Mikey hadn't known before, as he finally met his counterpart's eyes. Looking more hopeful then he had moments ago, with tears in his eyes.

'The way you're used to'

...There were other ways he could make art?

"Trust me when I say... like everyone else, you'll learn to love your hands too."

new promo moment

Happy birthday, Law.