#but damn if he isn't the sweetest baby boi!

[lovebugism]

how about "are you comfortable?" with stevie and he's just being really needy with reader

✶ ┄ PUPPY !

summary: steve isn't just needy, he's downright insatiable, and he'll take you any way you’ll let him. pairing: sub!steve harrington / f!reader word count: 1.5k warnings: sub steve always needs his own warning, dry humping, r calls steve "puppy" once (spoiler alert: he likes it), smut 18+ a/n: thanks for your request, anon, and for giving me more oppurtunities to write sub!stevie <3

( BLURB SLEEPOVER ) | ( MASTERLIST )

Steve Harrington was a sweetheart — the sweetest of sweethearts.

All boyfriends were supposed to be nice, but he was perfect and then some. He’s made of marshmallow fluff, all gooey and saccharine. He loves you so much that it’s got him dripping honey.

It’s sweet. He’s sweet. But sometimes all of his mushy goodness is suffocating.

He’s always needing you. It’s like if he’s not touching you, he might die. Most of the time, it’s purely innocent — a hand on your back to keep you close, an arm around your shoulder to press you into him, fingers spread on your thigh to keep you tethered to him. 

But there’s always another side of that coin, a far dirtier side, that has him rutting up against you like a damn dog.

Freshly showered and winding down for the night, you lie in the middle of your shared bed on your stomach while you flip through a too big novel.

Steve watches you from the doorway. His step stutters when he catches sight of you. It leaves him frozen where he stands. 

Your underwear isn’t anything special, a cotton number he’s seen about a thousand times before, that leaves more of your ass covered than not. Your tank top is possibly older and decorated with a number of dubious stains you've never been able to get out.

And it's not like you’re in the sexiest of positions either, posed in wait for his arrival. It's quite the opposite really. You’re lazing and in your own world, totally sucked into the book you’re reading.

He might've been offended that you didn’t wait for him to come around so you could read to him like you always do, if he weren’t so incredibly hard at the sight of you.

Steve isn’t quite sure how someone could be doing something so mundane, at their most comfortable and more at peace than he’d ever seen, and still be so goddamn beautiful.

It’s just not fair.

He clamors on top of you without saying a word. He presses his nose to your neck, sprinkling tiny kisses onto your skin, while he grinds his hard cock into your ass.

His sweatpants-covered hips drag into you all slow — the feeling makes him exhale sharply in the place of a low moan. Chill bumps erupt at your skin, at the feeling of his warm breath fanning across your shoulder, and the gratification of your boy finding you so irresistible.

It’d be too easy, to roll over and let him take you like he wants. You don’t give in so freely. You rarely ever do. Instead, you take to teasing him, mocking him, because you know he likes that just as much as you simply giving yourself to him. 

“Are you comfortable?” you monotone as he rests the bulk of his weight on you.

“C’mon, baby, please,” he all but begs. “I’ll even take a handjob, I just— fuck, you don’t know how hard I am right now.”

“I think I have an idea,” you scoff out a laugh and flip the page, trying your best to ignore the throbbing cock he presses against your ass. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“I just love you,” he mumbles into your neck, punctuating his admission with a kiss.

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm…”

You laugh softly to yourself, several exhales through your nose, at the way he ruts into you all needy.

His cock is still prevalent through the thin layers both of you wear, warm and so incredibly hard. You still feel so much of him despite the fabric that separates you. You can tell he went without underwear for the night. It makes the raging hard-on he has for you, that much more prevalent.

It makes you wonder if it hurts. If the stiffness brings about a throbbing and ravenous ache.

“Flattery goes a long way with me, Harrington,” you purr.

You feel his smile contort against the skin of your neck, all proud of himself because he thinks he’s gotten you to concede. “Yeah?” he mumbles before pressing another wet kiss to your shoulder.

“Yep,” you assure. You turn your neck to look at him over your shoulder and it forces him to leave the refuge of you. He’s lit up with anticipation. You’ve got a playful glint in your eye that excites him. “So you can do whatever you want—”

“I like the sound of that.”

“—But you have to keep your pants on.”

His hips still. The smirk on his face washes away like an ebbing tide. His face contorts into a look of confusion — bushy brows furrowed, nose scrunched, and lips quirked. “…What?”

“I’m gonna let you come,” you shrug.

“But I have to… keep my pants on?”

“Yes, Stevie,” you affirm, almost stern as you arch a brow at him. “Do you understand?”

He swallows thickly, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, then nods with wide, twinkling eyes. “Yeah,” he mumbles before clearing his throat. “I understand.” 

When he humps his cock into your ass again, it takes little time for him to pick up the pace. He was needy before, heavy with his want for you, but now he’s downright desperate. He grinds his hips into you, holding himself up on his forearm — next to the elbow that props up your chin — while he lets out pitiful little whines into your skin. 

He might not be pleasuring you just now, but a similar feeling swirls in the pit of your stomach. You’ll always feel satisfied when he begs for you.

“Fuck, honey, you feel so good,” he murmurs, breathless. “Love you so fuckin’ much.”

“I’m almost done with this chapter. If you’re not finished by the time I’m done, you’ll have to get yourself off, ‘kay?” you warn with a voice that’s far too sweet. You know he’ll be done by the time you’re finished reading. Besides, it’s not like any of the words are sticking in your head, anyway.

But Steve likes a challenge. Give him a time constraint and an obstacle he has to get over, and he’s golden. Your subtle threat, the way you act like you’re not as into it all as he is — like your panties aren’t soaking wet — just makes him need to come more.

“I’m almost there, baby,” he promises under his breath. “I’m almost there— almost there—”

He mumbles it to himself over and over again as pleasure takes over every fucking lobe of his brain. His free hand tightens its grip on your clothed hip, keeping you nice and still for him while he pathetically ruts his weeping, throbbing cock into you.

His wet, pink lips part to let out every heavy breath and low moan. You wish you could see him right now — the glazed look in his honey-tinted eyes before they squeeze shut tight as his orgasm so quickly approaches.

You know that he’s close by the way his hips stutter against you, like he’s fighting to keep his rhythm as his impending orgasm threatens to take control of his body. His sweats go damp and sticky when several loads of come spit from his cock without much warning.

A whine escapes from the depths of his throat and he leans more of his weight against you, still warm and comforting as heavy as he is. His heaving moans are heaven in your ears and stars against your skin.

Steve stays like that, pressed so fully against you, while pathetic whines spill from his mouth. Even on the comedown of his orgasm, just having you so close makes him feel high.

His head is stuck in the clouds until he hears you laughing. Soft, hearty little giggles spill from your mouths — muffled at first like he’s stuck underwater, until he comes back to reality.

Then he’s laughing right along with you, lazy exhales at how good he feels just now.

You shift under him, silently asking for him to roll off of you, and he abides — still so obedient for you. You sit up on your side as he flops onto his back. Your eyes have a hard time leaving his fucked out face, all flushed and glowing red, to catch that darker gray stain at his crotch. Both sights are equally as beautiful. You don’t know which to gape at.

“Was it worth it?” you ask him with an arched brow.

“Every damn second,” he pants with a sloppy grin.

“Good,” you smile back at him, pressing a too innocent peck to his warmed, freckled cheek. “Now go get cleaned up. You’re a fucking mess, babe.”

Steve eyes flit from your face to the wet spot spreading on his gray sweatpants. He’s embarrassed, almost, feeling like a teenager who’s got the stamina of a goldfish. But he’s more so terrified of leaving this room.

To get to the bathroom, he’ll have to walk by Robin and Eddie’s rooms, and he’d rather die than run into them in a pair of come-stained pants.

“How am I supposed to walk out like this?” he wonders, bewildered.

You shrug in response. “You’re the one who made the mess. You figure it out, puppy,” you tease innocently, though you don’t miss the way Steve briefly perks up at the use of the pet name. The feeling of anticipation swims in your stomach all over again.

#published by bug #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington #stranger things #stevie drabble #st drabbles

[buckyseddie]

made for each other

pairings — jj maybank x fem!kook!reader, featuring bff!kiara carrera x bff!fem!kook!reader and bff!sarah cameron x bff!fem!kook!reader

summary — in which, they don't like each other until they learn about each other's trauma and they become something else entirely.

word count — 3.9k words.

warnings — enemies to friends to lovers trope, kie and sarah are her best friends, use of pet-names [sweetheart, baby], bickering, angst, fluff, reader is a kook but she lives at kie's house with her, reader isn't in her parents life but jj doesn't know this, reader is really nice and genuine, jj's really mean in this sorry, abusive parents, jj calls reader a bitch, love confession from jj, both of them being in denial of their feelings, john b is the leader of their relationship, reader has self-image and self-confidence issues, reader calls jj by his last name a few times, cuddles, forehead kisses, the reader kisses jj but it's like a peck, everyone's super supportive, small mentions of mental health.

notes — hey guys!! i'm rewatching obx, so i decided to write out one of the jj requests i got, so here it is. quick thing, i know it was requested that the reader is a pogue, but i changed her to be a kook so that it works with the storyline i'm writing for this fic! also, i know it was requested that none of the pogues like the reader, but i changed that a little. i hope this is okay because i felt that it would make more sense. i hope you enjoy it and sorry about the minor changes! gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

main masterlist

SOMETIMES, SHE REALLY HATED HIM.

like right now.

she didn't know what she did to make him hate her so much.

[y/n] is probably one of the sweetest people anyone could ever meet — despite everything she's been through.

and [y/n] has done nothing to him — she's been so genuinely sweet to him the entire time, ever since they met.

but, since they've met, jj has only been cruel to her.

she'd been hanging out with the pogues, like she always has.

although, today was the first time that jj was around — anytime she was around, jj would make up an excuse to not hang out with his friends.

but, this time, john b was forcing him to hang out with her around.

john b didn't say a word about having to be nice, though.

and the second [y/n] said something that he could make a comment about, he did.

and boy, did it do more than hurt her feelings.

he made some messed up comment about her using kiara, for staying at her house.

[y/n] scoffs with tears in her eyes, before she stands up to walk away.

"wait, [y/n]!" kiara calls before she can leave.

she shakes her head. "no, i'm not fucking taking this shit anymore. i've tried to be nice, even though he's an ass every damn time," she says angrily, motioning to jj, who's shrugging and smirking. "i'm done trying to prove myself to him."

and with that, she walks off.

she refuses to let him see her reaction to his comment, so she hurries to grab her stuff from the house, before she gets into her car and starts it and gets the hell out of there.

once she's gone, everyone turns to jj.

"what?" jj asks in defense, rolling his eyes at the frustrated look in kiara's eyes.

"why in the hell did you do that?!" she exclaims, walking over to him and smacking him on the head.

jj doesn't say anything, he just shrugs.

sarah scoffs. "you know, if you really knew her and what she's been through, you wouldn't hate her so much."

"so? she's a kook!" jj yells, raising his hands up in the air.

john b rolls his eyes. "yeah, and so is kie and sarah! but, they're nothing like those other asshole supremacists."

jj just shakes his head, refusing to accept that she's different, or to feel bad for being such a jerk.

—————

IT'S BEEN A FEW WEEKS, since the situation with jj.

and [y/n] hasn't spoken to anyone since.

although, one part of the reason why she wasn't hanging out with anyone wasn't just because of the fact that she was angry at jj — it was also because of her parents.

[y/n] was running low on a lot of things she needed.

and she already felt bad enough as it is, for borrowing some of kiara's things — she offered anything she needed without any hesitation.

so, she really had no choice.

it would be easy — kiara's parents were out and kiara herself was out with the pogues, and she'd only be there for a few minutes.

and of course she wasn't going to walk through the front door — that'd be stupid.

there's a built in ladder on the side of the house near her window.

so, when she got there — she walked, to not bring attention to herself — she sneaked over to said-ladder and quietly climbed up the ladder.

when she was near her window, she leaned against the ladder and tried with all of her might to quietly open her window.

when she did, she clumsily climbed inside, accidentally falling loudly onto the floor.

there wasn't enough time to gather her stuff and get out of there before her parents could find her.

panic filled her when her door creaked open and in walked in her father.

needless to say, things got really bad after that.

when she got back to the carrera's house, she locked herself inside the guest room — where she's been sleeping in.

she's currently leaning her back against the room's door, panicking with her hands shaking, while she tries to figure out how she's going to hide this.

the worst part is that she couldn't even get more stuff — she had to get out of there before anything else happened.

but, a loud knock and some yells at the front door shakes her out of her scared and stressed daze.

after realizing that no one else is home to answer, [y/n] shakily rushes over to the door, anxiety filling her.

"come on! open up!"

that voice makes her even more anxious — it's jj.

after [y/n] started ignoring everyone, kiara lectured him and told him that he needed to go apologize to her — he didn't dare say no because there's nothing more scary than the carrera girl when she's angry.

knowing that he's not going to stop until she listens, she takes in a deep breath, before she opens the door.

jj is shocked, to say the least, when he sees her face filled with bruises.

"what the fuck? where did you get those?"

[y/n] scoffs. "why? don't tell me you care." she sneers, crossing her arms over her chest.

"i may not like you, but that doesn't mean i'm heartless."

[y/n] ignores his words, leaning against the doorway. "why are you even here, jj? did you come back for a fight?" she questions angrily.

"no. kie wanted me to apologize." his voice is small and his eyes are cast to the ground.

"okay?" she says, laughing in frustration. "just tell her you did it and go."

he scoffs, shaking his head and looking away. "why are you being such a bitch?"

she snorts in disbelief. "why am i being one? seriously, jj?"

[y/n] scoffs when he shakes his head in clear confusion. "i've been nice, jj!" she exclaims, shaking her head at him with tears filling her eyes.

she clears her throat and shakes her head, tilting her head back and shutting her eyes to rid them of the tears.

then, she opens her eyes again and takes a deep breath.

"jj... " she trails off, gulping. "i have tried to be nice, okay? i have been nothing but nice. and you've just been cruel to me from the moment we met — every single chance you got."

guilt fills jj — he never really thought about the consequences of his actions.

in the past, jj never cared about the kooks. and he had no problem voicing that. especially spoiled and snotty ones.

but, now? well, it's been extremely hard, trying to tell the difference between the kooks that are just trying to live and can't help who they are and the ones that see themselves as more superior than anyone else.

a shaky sigh leaves his lips. "i'm sorry, okay? i... shouldn't have said those things to you. and especially what i said about you using kie — that was wrong."

"whatever, jj." she mumbles, not looking at him.

she backs away, moving to shut the door in his face. "just go, jj."

"wait!" he calls, stepping forward.

"no, jj. just... tell kie that you apologized and we can lie our asses off, saying that we're good, okay?" she mutters and backs further into the room, before shutting the door.

jj stands on the porch for a straight ten minutes, speechless and trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

—————

SHE SPENT DAYS LOCKED INSIDE the guest room.

but eventually, things got too complicated.

despite the fact that jj spends most of his time at the chateau, [y/n] moves out of the carrera's house and to john b's place.

jj was sleeping in the chateau, while [y/n] had just been sleeping on the hammock, outside.

and boy, were things tense and awkward between them.

[y/n] was doing everything she could to avoid jj, and jj was filled with guilt and trying to figure out what to do to fix things.

because despite how much he acted like he hates her, it was a lie.

maybe in the past, he could've lied and said that it was because of her being a kook.

but, that's not true — not anymore.

now, it's clear as day that he hated her because of how he feels about her.

"dude, are you going to talk to her?" john b asks, lightly tapping his leg in order to try to get his attention.

jj and john b had been sitting outside, quietly talking, but jj had been watching the quiet kook the entire time.

john b shakes his shoulder.

"huh? what?" jj asks confusedly, turning to face his best friend.

john b chuckles, rolling his eyes at him. "dude. you can't lie any longer — not to us and not to yourself."

"what are you talking about?" jj knits his eyebrows together in confusion.

"look, the only reason we let this fighting between the two of you go on for as long as it did is because everyone can see it." john b says, shrugging his shoulder.

"what the hell are you even talking about, bro?" jj questions, shoving him.

"the connection, jj! no matter how much you wanna deny it, there's something going on between you two."

"excuse me?" he asks, beginning to stand up.

john b stands up with him and grabs his shoulder.

"look, i'm not trying to, like, gang up on you or anything," he says, before nodding over to [y/n], who's staring numbly at the sun and nature. "but, you gotta be honest with yourself — and with her."

jj follows his nod, noticing the lonely girl sitting on the hammock.

"you've hurt her enough. be better — for her. if you don't want to admit your feelings, that's fine. but, she deserves a genuine apology from you and not that bullshit one you pulled at kie's last week."

jj sighs quietly, but nods.

john b claps him on the shoulder, before backing up towards the door. "just do right by her, alright, buddy?"

[y/n] quickly notices how quiet it is now — she could tell before that the boys were outside from the quiet talking coming from them.

she looks up and notices jj walking over to her.

her eyes widen and her mouth falls open in surprise and anxiety as she quickly turns away, mentally freaking out.

what did he want now? hasn't he done enough?

"hey." he says, sitting down on the opposite side of her on the hammock.

rolling her eyes, she looks up at him and asks, "what do you want, jj?"

a dumbfounded look forms on his face. "w—what do you mean? i don't want anything," he stutters as he awkwardly pats the part of the hammock that's under his hand. "i just wanna lie down on this cool-ass hammock with you."

she scoffs.

"cut the bullshit, jj." she says tightly, her stare going so straight through him from her trying to figure out what he wants.

they share a moment of tense eye contact, until jj finally breaks first.

he sighs, and glances down at his now fidgeting hands. "i... just want to fix all of this tension between us."

jj's gaze stays on his hands, while [y/n] sits and watches him for a straight minute.

"i don't believe you." she says, not daring to look away as he looks back up at her.

something in his eyes startles her — she can't quite place her finger on what it is, but it feels like it could bring her entire world crumbling down.

"it's the truth! i swear." he says in response, his voice almost defensive.

she ignores the pleading tone of his voice and bites her bottom lip, not quite sure to believe him.

"seriously, jj. i... " she trails off, ignoring the tears and trying to push down anything that could expose her real feelings. "i'm sick of this, okay?"

regret fills jj's eyes as he quietly listens, hands still shaking.

"this drama between us? all because of my kook status? i can't deal with it — i refuse to."

she takes a deep breath. "so, let's just call this good. we're good and you don't have to feel bad for me anymore — you can tell the rest of the group that you did what they asked."

something about her words bothers jj.

i mean, sure he's been cruel to her.

but, more than anything, it was to hide and ignore the hidden feelings that were growing and eating away at him.

"no." he says sharply.

[y/n]'s eyebrows knit together in confusion and surprise. "no?"

"no," he confirms and moves to stand up, leaving her by herself on the hammock. "we're not doing this."

she scoffs, moving to stand up too. "what do you mean no? doing what?"

he motions between the both of them. "this. this fucking back and forth of acting like there's nothing wrong."

she rolls her eyes. "jj, seriously—"

he holds up his hand again, and this time, she listens.

with that, she crosses her arms over her chest and waits for him to continue.

jj scoffs. "and it turns out, john b was right."

"what? right about what?" she asks in confusion as she watches him pace.

"jj, seriously," she calls out to him and steps forward, touching one of his shoulders with one of her hands. "what is this about?"

he stops and turns to her and takes a deep breath.

"it's about the fact that you think that i hate you."

she furrows her eyebrows together and drops her hand from his shoulder.

jj takes notice of the removed feeling of her hand on his shoulder.

"but, you do hate me." she states, as if it's the obvious, matter-of-fact answer.

he scoffs, running his hands through his hair roughly. "no, i don't."

"what?" she scoffs, shaking her head at him.

"i don't know what you're trying to say, or what fucked up game you're trying to play right now, but i'm not interested in being a part of it anymore." she mumbles, starting to walk past him.

but, just before she can, he turns and gently grabs her arm and stops her from walking any further away.

"don't go, yet, alright?" he says quietly, waiting for her to turn around.

she holds her breath, staring ahead, but frozen in her place.

"just... let me talk and say this, okay?" he asks, holding his breath in stress.

sighing in defeat, she turns around and stares at him pointedly.

"okay," she says, raising her hands up when he lets go of her arm. "talk then, maybank."

he nods quietly, for a moment, before he decidedly leads her over to the deck.

when they're sat down and he's been silent for too long, she rolls her eyes and says, "you wanna tell me what this is about now?"

"right!" he says in realization as he turns to face her.

"i don't hate you, okay?" he says seriously, causing her to open her mouth to argue.

he holds a hand up. "let me explain first."

with another defeated sigh, [y/n] nods and motions for him to continue.

"john b just helped me realize this, but i... never hated you — i don't think i ever could."

his words shock her, causing her to look up at him with tears in her eyes.

"so... you made me think that you hated me?" she asks in defense, scoffing.

he opens his mouth to explain, but she cuts him off and stands up, "do you have any idea what you've put me through?" she exclaims, laughing in disbelief when he stands up to stop her from continuing.

"i thought that i did something wrong to make you hate me! do you even know how many sleepless and restless nights i stayed up with sarah and kie? how many nights i cried and cried because i didn't know what i did that was so wrong that i deserved how you treated me?!"

jj sighs in defeat, deflating a little bit.

"so? why did you treat me like that?" she questions, too calm, even with the anger she was just displaying — a clear, tell-tale sign that she must be really mad.

jj's breathless. "i didn't realize it until now," he starts, keeping his eyes downcast.

"but... " he looks up at her this time and slowly and cautiously walks over to her.

slowly, he lifts his shaking hands up to her hands and holds them.

[y/n] slowly drags her eyes down to their connected hands.

"jj... " she gulps, before her eyes look back up at his nervous ones.

"i never hated you, [y/n]. it was the opposite."

she takes a deep breath. "you... you can't be possibly saying what i think you are."

he nods quietly.

"i am," he confirms, walking even closer to her, until there's not that much space between them anymore. "i tried to bury my feelings — i wanted to convince everyone and myself that what i felt for you was just blind hatred."

"but, that's not true."

tears fill her eyes and she shakes her head, not wanting to believe it for even a second.

"no," she shakes her head even more. "no, no, no." she mutters, backing away and pulling her hands out of and away from his.

the tears fall to her cheeks. "no, jj. this... " she points between them. "this is cruel — this is a whole other level of cruel that i didn't think that you'd do to me."

she shakes her head again as jj steps forward.

"sweetheart, i swear this isn't a game. it's nothing like that." he says, stepping forward as she tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach after hearing that pet-name he just used to address her.

"then, what is it? because i know there's no way someone good like you could ever love or like someone like me!" she exclaims, the tears blinding her vision.

jj stops short, his heart stopping for a brief moment from the second he heard those words come out of her mouth.

"what?" he asks in shock, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

she scoffs again. "you heard me correctly, maybank." she says tightly, frowning as she looks down and away from him.

"do you have any idea what you mean to me, [y/n]?" he asks softly as he walks over to her and lifts her chin up with his fingers.

her mouth falls open as she looks at him. "what are you talking about, jj? what do i mean to you? who am i to you?" she asks in a murmur, but he hears her clearly.

he speaks with no hesitation, even if it sounds cheesy and corny and he'd never say it to anyone else, "you're the girl i love."

a quiet gasp sounds from her lips, causing him to chuckle softly.

"you can't really mean that." she says tightly, still in shock.

"i do. i swear i'm not lying — this isn't a game to me." he says seriously, moving his hands to hold her face in his hands.

a shaky breath leaves her lips, before she finds the courage to speak, "jj, if you really mean that — and i mean, really mean it — there's no going back, if we go through with any of this."

he nods. "i know."

"and... " she trails off, preparing for what she's about to say next. "and you really mean all of this?"

he nods again.

another shaky breath leaves her lips and the tears spill as she nods herself.

"okay."

"okay?" he asks, confused and fully expecting her to reject him.

she nods in acknowledgement. "i can't promise that things will be easy with me. i have issues, just like you, and i won't change myself for anyone."

he chuckles. "i'm not going to ask you to do that."

"okay." she nods, moving one of her hands up to one of his and anxiously intertwines them together.

"let's do this then, yeah?" he asks breathlessly and pulls her towards him gently, leading her to walk away from the chateau and to god knows where.

—————

JJ CHUCKLES IN AMUSEMENT AS he notices the girl's obvious, anxious nerves.

"you're going to be fine." he says, soothing her by rubbing her arms gently.

[y/n] groans, clenching her eyes shut in further stress.

"i just don't think they're going to react well to this news, jj!" she whines, turning to face him and letting her head fall into his chest as her groans of distress quickly become muffled.

he laughs and gently lifts her head up and cups her cheeks, a soft glint in his eyes. "it's going to be fine, baby, okay?"

she sighs, pouting for a straight minute as he smiles down at her.

"if they make any comments, i'll make them regret it." he says seriously, causing her to raise her eyebrows at him.

"they're our friends. i kind of find that hard to believe." she says seriously, laughing at his reaction.

he rolls his eyes and kisses her forehead.

"just trust me, alright?" he murmurs when he pulls away from her.

she sighs in defeat. "fine."

she frowns as he leads her inside the chateau.

he leads her into the living room, where everyone else is hanging out in.

the conversation stops immediately as they stop in the room, all of their eyes immediately landing on their joined hands.

john b doesn't look shocked at all as he smirks in approval.

"so, you finally did it, huh?" he asks, getting up and clapping his best friend on the shoulder.

jj laughs as [y/n] turns to face him with a shocked look on her face.

"what does that mean?" she asks with suspicion clear in her voice.

john b chuckles. "last week, before jj came over to talk to you, i finally got jj realize how he really feels about you."

her face fills with realization as she nods, but doesn't say anything.

she turns back around to look at everyone else.

cleo and pope look at her with a look of nonchalance, almost as if they expected this to happen, sooner or later.

sarah and kiara share a look, both smirking at each other.

then, they both get up and run over to their friend, throwing their arms over her body and jumping and giggling in excitement.

"i knew it!" kiara exclaims excitedly, with a big smile.

sarah laughs and agrees.

[y/n] rolls her eyes.

"so, you guys really don't care?" she asks, glancing at all of them.

pope snorts. "why would we? we've been waiting for this moment for too long."

cleo nods, gently poking pope. "it's about time y'all got together."

jj simply laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her to one of the empty couches to cuddle on.

"see? you had no reason to be nervous." he murmurs into her ear, kissing her cheek as she makes herself comfortable in his embrace.

she rolls her eyes at him and turns to kiss him lightly, before pulling away and lying her head on his chest. "fine. you were right."

his chest rumbles with prideful laughs, but before he can say anything, she interrupts him, "don't even say it. you're lucky i like you."

he laughs again. "well, you're lucky that i like you."

she ignores the cheers and teasing comments from their friends as they all settle back into their seats and observe them, just appreciating the moment with her boyfriend.

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank one-shot #jj maybank one-shots #jj maybank x reader #rudy pankow #rudy pankow imagine #rudy pankow imagines #rudy pankow one-shot #rudy pankow one-shots #rudy pankow x reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks imagines #outer banks one-shot #outer banks one-shots #outer banks x reader #obx #obx imagine #obx imagines #obx one-shot #obx one-shots #obx x reader

[imrllytootiredforthis]

I know you're on hiatus So you don't have to answer this now if you don't want to. Take your time. But this idea just popped in my head and I gotta tell you before it forgot about it.

So sub yandere jisung who has a crush on you and has journal. He writes all of his fantasies about you in that journal because hes too shy to actually tell you how he feels. Many are very wholesome fantasies about you and him. Cooking/baking together, watching movies together, going on cute little dates. And then there are the "not so wholesome" fantasies, where he explains in great detail what he wants you to do to him. Pegging, bondage using toys on him and lots of other ✨️juicy✨️stuff. He hides his journal in his room hoping no one will find it, But one day he gets careless and leaves a it out in the open where you happen to find it. And when he discovers that you've found it and you read every single page of that journal he just crumbles.

-🐟anon

i literally just finished writing the sub yandere jisung hcs and THEN I READ THIS

OMFGGG

you would get complete whiplash reading that journal, the first page is just him gushing about how much he loves you and would do anything for you, a scenario where he confesses his undying love for you and imagines everything you could be,

the next page is ideas, notes about things you like and places you mentioned that interested you, like the museum or a restaurant you've wanted to try. it's filled with hearts and cute date ideas, a rating out of ten on how much he thinks you'd enjoy it,

and then the next page is straight up porn, damn boy would put us in shock with the filth he depicts on the page, imagining how it would feel for you to peg him, describing exactly how he would want it and the size dildo he wants (he's also ordered it, already all tied up in a pretty box in his closet, waiting for the day that you'll finally use it on him)

the next page is movies, date ideas with shows he thinks you'll like and one's that you've already said you like that he's planning to watch so he can talk to you about them<3

the next page is straight up sex toys he wishes you'd use on him. vibrators and dildos, cockrings and ropes, gags and lingerie (you don't really know if he wants you to wear it or him to, or even both of you to)

it goes back and forth, with each new page you'll never know what you'll get, the filthiest smut out there or the sweetest fluff. a scarily accurate recounting of how your body looks or a love song he's written for you

there's two options after you've read it really, put it back and pretend it never happened, act like you never found it and never ever bring it up to him

or confront him and fulfill some of the depraved perverted fantasies that he's written about...

his blush would be really cute if you did tell him, but he would either be absolutely mortified or maybe, secretly, deep down some part of him wanted you to find it, some part of him knew that leaving it out in the open would result in you finding it

and the same part of him would sing and gloat in pleasure as you make him act out just how he would ride your thigh like he wrote in the margins of his journal

--

anyway, yes, sub yandere jisung hc will probably be out soon and i dunno who i'll do next yet but we'll find out soon enough

(also isn't there a song where the singer talks about finding someone's journal at their house, something like, 'read those pages, you really love me baby?' or smth? idk, i could be tripping)

#inbox💌 #🐟anon #hard thoughts #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #sub stray kids #dom reader #sub jisung #sub han jisung #han jisung smut #sub yandere #stray kids hard thoughts

[ghouljams]

Price never saying no to goose for anything. Even questionably dangerous or reckless things he’d just do them with her because god damn if she didn’t have everything she wanted.

It's like you have a direct line to my brain. Price is such a pushover for his little girl, and Goose is truly a daddy's girl because of it. He was there for every tea party, and every dance recital. But he also taught her how to shoot, took her on mechanical bulls, and put a mattress under the hayloft when she said she wanted to jump off of it.

Anyway here's some Price family fluff with baby Goose.

You really didn't know what to expect when you told Price you were pregnant. It wasn't like it was great timing. You were both in school, looking forward to careers with little room for little ones. You were barely married for crying out loud, only having signed the documents to get your boy- your husband out of the barracks.

The way his eyes light up when he spots the positive pregnancy test, the way he holds your face and tells you he wants it, "No matter how hard it is, we'll make it work." You believe him, without question you believe in the conviction behind his words. You've never known John Price to be a dishonest man, and you hardly think this is where he'd start lying to you.

"What about the RMAS? Med School? Maybe we should wait." You grip his wrists, both of you searching the others eyes. The fear and excitement, the absolute trust in each other, you may not have been married long but you've known since you met him that Price won't let you fall if he isn't there to catch you.

"What do you want to do?" He asks you so gently you think it might be easier if he was shouting at you. You think of how hard it'll be. You think of the sleepless nights, struggling to care for a baby and study for exams. You think of Price getting deployed and being away for long periods, leaving you alone with a baby. You think of your parents, and how they never would have traded you for anything in the world.

Months later you sit in the hospital with an anatomy textbook open and your husband rocking the sweetest baby you've ever seen, and you think you can absolutely do this.

-

You're home for the summer with a toddler and a very jetlagged husband on leave from special forces. Price and your daughter squint in the Texas sun as you pat sunscreen onto both of them. You mom yells to you from the house and you give very clear instructions to both of your flight risks to stay where they are while you go see what she needs.

When you come back you brother is handing your baby up to Price. Settling her in front of him on the saddle before taking off. You nearly faint watching your daughter bounce excitedly as the horse gallops across the pasture. You swear loud enough for your brother to hear and don't bother censoring yourself while giving him a piece of your mind. He graciously offers his horse for you to go make sure nothing happens to them.

You find Price holding your daughter up to pet down the nose of one of the cows in the paddock. Her tiny fingers, scrunching in the hair on top of its head before Price can coax her to let go. She smiles at you so brightly you almost forget to be mad about the unexpected field trip.

-

Price adjusts Goose's grip on the rifle, the gun dwarfing her little hands. She presses her cheek against the body of it to look down the sight at the target. The strap is wrapped tight around her arm just like he'd showed her, and you think you should really be used to this by now. It's harder to be calm about this sort of thing when it's your kid. Still, you can't think of a better teacher than your husband.

"Deep breaths," Price tells her, his hand braces her shoulder where the butt of the gun rests, "don't rush yourself if you're not sure."

"I know daddy." Goose tells him, you've never known a more confident kid. It's all Price's fault for encouraging her. Not that you mind, you'd rather your kid be self assured and friendly than the alternative. You'd be worried more about Goose favoring her father if she didn't follow you like a shadow.

The shot that rings through the air is followed immediately by Price's praise. His grin over his shoulder at you to make sure you're watching as he ruffles your daughter's hair melts your heart.

-

You think Price is better suited for life on the ranch than you'd first thought. Your summers in the states are starting to almost feel more like home than your flat back in England. Especially when Price grabs you passing by the barn and pulls you inside. An arm hooked around your waist as you laugh and push at his chest, his lips catching yours with a smile.

It's slow and indulgent. Just the two of you enjoying each other's affection. He smells warm from the sun, must've just come in from the pasture. It makes you a little giddy that his first thought was to grab you as soon as he could. Giddy enough to hold his face and pull him close in the middle of the barn. He lets a pleased noise hum against your lips, hands sliding into the back pockets of your jeans.

Just when his tongue slides against your lips do you hear your child go, "Ewww, gross."

Her gap toothed smile grins down at you from the hayloft. The little straw cowboy hat your mom get for her really finishes off her look of too big overalls and pink cowboy boots. Price let's you go to stand under the overhang. He gestures with his hands and Goose scrambles to stand.

"Alright baby, don't wanna worry your momma, come on down." Price calls up, and you shake your head, knowing full well what your troublemakers are going to do. Goose backs up to take a running start before jumping off the loft, and landing with a flurry of giggles in your husband's arms.

Worry is such a strong word. Since you met Price you don't think you've worried about anything. At least not anything important, not about your safety or your future. How could you with him here?

It's different when he's deployed, when you can only talk to him on the phone, and even then only at certain times. But you've never worried when he told you he'd be home. He wouldn't leave you or Goose for the world, not if he can help it.

-

"Didn't know you were married," Soap tells Price as he hands him his papers.

"And I'd prefer we keep it that way," Price nods, "You know how this job goes. The less people know the better." Soap nods, looks over the boarding passes, flips through the leave notices.

"All the way in America, eh?" Soap grins, "Didn't know you were into stars and stripes."

"Don't make me regret trusting you MacTavish," Price's tone is deadly, serious enough to make the dead stand at attention, "If I ever hear you blabbing about them."

"I'm not gonna be babysitting any rugrats while I'm there, am I?"

"Just the one," Price smiles a little despite himself, "You'll like her."

"Feel like I don't even know you anymore," Soap jokes with a shake of his head, "Anything else I should know?"

"Just," Price takes a breath, eyes somewhere far away, "tell 'em I'm sorry I couldn't be there myself, and be on your best behavior. Those girls are the best thing to ever happen to me and I'll be damned if I gotta hear about you doing something stupid like-" He fishes for something plausible but ridiculous, "-like burning down the barn."

"I'll keep away from the explosives, Sir."

#captain john price #captain price x reader #captain price x oc #john price x oc #oc: duck #oc: Goose #Price is a family man nothing can convince me otherwise #the way he cares for the 141 only further convinces me #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #and then Soap does almost burn down the barn pretty immediately #I should write more Price and Duck because they're just tooth rotting #cowboy!Price

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

"Do you have a favorite, Jason?"

It's been over twenty four hours Red Hood has broken up an entire prostitution ring, and shot fourteen idiots who don't understand what the word no means.

Finally he got home got out of all his gear was about to eat his left over pasta before his idiotic older brother decided he needed to sit on his couch, and ask very stupid fucking questions at three in the god damn morning.

He would just shoot the stupid bird but he doesn't need big bad bat knocking on his door. Time to play whatever game is going on in his head.

"Big Bird get to the god damn point I'm fucking tired."

He looks straight at Dickhead he looks nervous yet, he's still which is never a good sign Nightwing is only a statue when something horrible happened. He runs quickly through the locations of all idiotic birds and as far as he knows they are all locked up in FortManor under Alfred's tender care.

"I asked if you had a favorite?"

-----

Dick isn't really functioning on all cylinders right now.

It was dangerous to come here not that Little Wing would hurt him, but he feels off like his entire soul is stripped bare for all to see.

He doesn't leave, he doesn't think he can.

-------

"Are you talking about the family big bird? You have got to give me something."

Jason's watching for a hint of where this is going if this is gonna be a sad big brother who needs a hug. Maybe he's gonna have to kill someone.

Or call Bruce.

He doesn't want to but there's something in the air like a bomb is going to explode. He can almost feel the seconds counting down.

"I have a favorite Jason don't you?"

"Maybe I do Dickie what's it to you?"

It can just be that right, big brother not living up the hype something deeper has to affoot he wouldn't show up just to be insecure.

He can practically hear Bruce's voice in his head look deeper.

Analyze.

Dickie worried about favorites it's not a secret that Jason isn't it.

That would be the baby birds Damian or Tim.

Tim is his little protege wearing his colors, stealing his guns. Which reminds him He has to get that back. It's no secret he has a favorite they call themselves team red.

He's not getting anything.

"Alright I bite Baby bird, which you knew?"

-------

He can't think before he can even control himself he has Jason pinned escrima cracking at his neck looking into his brothers eyes he doesn't seem surprised it's almost enough to let go. Yet little wing opens his mouth anyway.

"Let me guess feeling jealous dickie, not the perfect older brother? Alert the news golden boy ain't perfect"

He wants to wipe the smirk off his face he wants to break his teeth in feel his blood coat his fist.

----

Jason wants to be angry standing with a pissed off older brother on top of him yet even as he goaded something bugged him.

He missed something.

What happened tonight he's wracking his brain.

Where was Nightwing, patrolling with Red Robin.

Ok so how did we get from Point A to Point B.

Is it?

He forces his pulse to relax while he pokes the bear.

"It's not Damian is it Wing?"

Nightwing steps back releasing him he looks horrified Jason can't tell if it's from the murderous jealous rage or caring about Tim in his experience they go hand in hand.

"It's not Damian why isn't it Damian?"

Oh in a way he feels guilty but it's almost vindictive in nature.

Damian is a good kid he's the baby has a special spot but for Jason he's nothing not someone he wakes up everyday wanting to check on.

He can't trust the kid to watch his six he would take a bullet for him.

Yet he's not Tim not his Baby brother who had the sweetest tech badassness pouring out of him.

Why is it so surprising that Tim is the favorite.

As he thinks he feels himself getting angry why can't the kid who threw his entire life into it get a bit of fucking recognition. The boy who still looks at Dick like the sun shines out of his ass why can't he be the favorite.

Maybe it's cause he knows Tim loves him even but he wants Dick out of his fucking sight.

"Get out."

"Wait hold on" Dick trips as Jason pushes him out straight to the front door.

"I don't care get out that kid he worth it all and you might be a shitty older brother but I'm not go fuck your self."

As he goes to slam the door he looks the man that he would have died for killed for a man that he has always called his brother and he gets it.

For once he understands why Dickie always guarded the birds why he always looked two seconds away from loosing it.

"Don't bother ever coming back I only have one brother and it sure as shit ain't you and I will do you one. I won't tell any of them about this convo but let's make one thing clear."

Looking straight at Dick.

"Tim is a better man than you will ever be stick with the demon brat I got Red."

He slams the door sinking down to the floor he wants to sob.

Scream instead he goes to the manor tommorow pretends nothing ever happened.

But it's never the same cause he will always be Jason Todd.

Red Robin will always be his Robin.

But he will never be Tim Drake''s.

#tim drake #batfamily #jason todd #dick grayson #idk this is such a mess it was a draft idk #this was wrote one night in a weird mood sooooo have fun I guess

[002yb]

I had an idea. What if a never adopted Dick Grayson stays in the circus and he meets Jason Todd Wayne, the son of the most known billionaire in the town. And while hes really interested in the handsome boy what actually draws him in its the way Jason's eyes light up while he looks at Dick while performing, how he waits for him after the show to thank him (being the blushiest of boys) for such an amazing show, how after, when they're talking in the night his eyes reflect the fireworks and Dick is sure that Jason's orbs are more beautiful that anything hes seen

(Also imagine Bruce being an embarrasing dad and bith trying to set his boy up with his acrobat crush and wanting to preserve the babygirl's virtue)

An intense but fleeting love affair during Haly's brief tenure in Gotham because the trope never stays in any one city for too long. They're a traveling circus, after all. It's passionate and wonderful and sweet though and Jason holds onto the memories of it forever. //u///

In every universe, let Dick Grayson be Jason's first love. <3

It's not traditional for a circus act, but Jason still brings a bouquet of flowers to give Dick after one of his performances. And he's at that age where he gets tongue-tied and shy in light of all his awe and wonder, but the sentiment is so clear and Dick is so taken by this sweet boy. Performing is such a high for Dick, but to see Jason's wonder is exhilarating.

Dick taking one of the flowers from the bouquet and giving it to Jason. And when Jason stands there like a deer in the headlights, flushed and flustered, Dick laughs a bit - charmed - and tucks the flower behind Jason's ear and through the curls of his hair before he parts with a devastating smile and the warmest of thank you's

Also, back it the fuck up. Dick not realizing the flowers are for him. And he comments on how pretty they are before he gets the memo and the above happens. And then when he tucks the flower behind Jason's ear he gives Jason a little look and smiles a cheeky little smirk and is all sweetly flirty with a, 'yeah, pretty.'

AHH

Meanwhile Bruce standing two feet behind Jason just barely holding himself back from smacking Dick's hands away because this is fine. It's harmless. Jason, his sweet baby girl, is happy as can be. Look at that blush burning on the back of his neck. Oh, fuck.

Omg Dick making eye contact with Bruce and giving him one of these little ornery menace smiles •ᴗ•

That's how Bruce sees it, at least. In truth, it's a completely normal smile. And Bruce smiles back, but ◉‿◉

What I said about this being a fleeting love affair? Wrong. It's a years long thing that comes about because Haly purposefully makes a stop in Gotham every damn time and Bruce takes it personal. So does Jason, romantic that he is.

A relationship developing throughout the years. Friendship and youthful crushes and everyone knows it and thinks it's darling

It's Dick giving Jason a tour of the circus and introducing him to all his extended family

It's Dick being most excited to show Jason to the elephant. And laughing when Jason startles when Zitka scoops Jason up to sit on her trunk. Dick balancing Jason until he steadies and then they're all close and cozy and Bruce sees them from a distance and is mildly panicked because Jason can't have a boyfriend yet it's too soon this is scary territory alfred--

But also Dick teaching Jason other little tricks. Like juggling. And knife throwing. Little acrobatic tricks.

Dick bringing out Jason's playful side. An active encouragement given to Jason's quick wit and sharp tongue because Dick meets Jason tit for tat each time.

And by the time they're older, they're an unspoken thing. Whenever Dick gets back into town, Jason isn't far. It's the sweetest reunion each time with beaming smiles and hugs where Dick spins Jason around a couple of times before settling and just breathing in this boy he doesn't see nearly enough.

It's them getting into more trouble as they race through the circus

It's Jason helping to set everything up because he's so familiar with the going-ons

Sometimes Dick isn't even around. Jason will hang out with whoever is free. Oftentimes the older trope members, the retired aunties and uncles who entertain before the main act.

Omg, Jason sitting with some sweet granny and when Dick comes to fetch him after taking care of Dick's own chores, the granny shoos Dick away because he's not stealing Jason away that quick - wait his turn

Just Jason having endeared himself to a tight knit group after years and years

Dick used to be the circus sweetheart, but lbr. When Jason became Dick's sweetheart, things changed. //u///

But yes, more sweet happenings!

With Dick racing away with Jason after shows to get to the best spot to watch fireworks. Being more lost in the reflection of them off Jason's eyes than anything. Jason teasing Dick about how the fireworks are up there and Dick, smooth as can be, laughs and blatantly flirts because the fireworks are right here (as he points between the two of them)

And Jason flusters so bad he's sure he dies a bit and he shoves Dick and complains because corny (but Jason loves that)

Just two not quiet kids, not yet adults walking that line of plausible deniability although like...this is it

But wait:

Jason always bringing Dick a bouquet of flowers and Dick returning the same ritual of threading flowers in Jason's hair

And when Dick whisks them off to be alone after shows, all the sprigs of smaller flowers and foliage end up a crown over Jason's head. Sometimes with small petals stuck to Jason's skin

Extras:

Because you know there has to be a little silks scene where Dick gets his arm around Jason and gets them soaring off the floor in a little circle

And also trapeze because there's no way it can't happen

Just Jason leaping (and whoops forgot about Bruce, but his heart stops because that's his kid falling he doesn't care there's a safety net) and Dick drops himself from where his knees were hooked over his own bar until he's holding on by just his ankles because he saw Jason didn't jump quiet far enough

And it's just more charming smiles and heart thumping cuteness and Jason being in awe while Dick is all enamored ahhhhhh

#dickjay #jason's first love is dick grayson #circus au

[theharddeck]

kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit (hangman x reader)

Pairing: hangman x fem!reader (no y/n)

Synopsis: hangman's fwb convinces him to try something new

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, sex, choking kink, some asphyxiation, breathplay, slight slight slight degradation (mostly condescension, but if that's a no for you, maybe this isn't the one)

Length: 4.5k

title from yet another tanner adell song bb.

for @fuckyeahhangman , also welcome to my baby tag list @peakyrogers @winterrebel04@callsign-valley 💙

It wasn’t often that you saw an expression of absolute shock on Hangman’s face, his pretty jaw slack and his eyes wide, blinking owlishly at you, uncertain if he’d heard you correctly when you told him you wanted him to choke you.

You were out on the tarmac, running post-op inspections on your planes, and, like always, you and the golden boy were the last ones out. You hadn’t meant to say anything, but you’d come over to his F-18 after your inspection was done, to find Jake half-out of his flight suit and up to his elbows in grease, and the sight had ripped a confession out of you. 

You were out on the tarmac, running post-op inspections on your planes, and, like always, you and the golden boy were the last ones out. You hadn’t meant to say anything, but you’d come over to his F-18 after your inspection was done, to find Jake half-out of his flight suit and up to his elbows in grease, and the sight had ripped a confession out of you. 

Jake processed your words slowly, setting down the wrench he’d had in his hands, bracing himself on his bent knees to stand up. 

Fuck, his hands. 

He had broad palms and long fingers that looked entirely too good wrapped around a yoke.

You knew what else they’d look good around.

But no one expected that of you. 

You were the sweet one, the pilot who wore tinted chapstick and baked when she got stressed, so everyone thought they had you figured out. Just because you weren’t intense like Phoenix or Halo, everyone thought you were just the sweetest thing.

And you could be.

You could also be…more.

Jake’s expression cleared as he walked over to you, curiosity replacing the surprise in his eyes, as he got closer to you. 

“Did I hear that right, sweetheart?” he asked, and your stomach flipped at the intensity in his expression. 

You lifted your chin stubbornly as Jake got closer to you, holding his gaze and not saying anything else. Jake licked his lips, the motion bringing your eyes down to his mouth, as he smiled slightly, leaning towards you.

“You want me,” he whispered, his breath warm on the outside of your ear, “to choke you?”

All told, you were really proud of yourself for not melting into a puddle on the tarmac when he repeated your words back to you in his low drawl. 

“Yes please,” you breathed, relieved beyond measure that no one else was around to see you go weak in the knees at six words from Hangman. 

Jake hummed, a sound so deep in his chest it almost sounded like a purr. He pulled back to look at you, his fair eyes squinting in the afternoon sunlight. “And you thought you’d just tell me, in broad daylight, when I can’t do a damn thing about it?”

In your defense, you hadn’t meant to tell him. 

Then you’d spent the afternoon listening to him bark instructions to the rest of the team in the air, and come by his F-18 to find him with his messy hair, wrestling with the landing gear with hand tools, and it had slipped out of you.

But he didn’t know that, so you smiled, lifting a shoulder casually. “Just wanted you to know,” you told him, unaffectedly.  

Jake knew it was bullshit, his eyes narrowing even as his own smile deepened. 

“I’ll see you after dinner,” he backed away from you, turning towards his aircraft and muttering over his shoulder, “otherwise I’ll do something that’ll get us both court martialed.”

A shiver went through you at his words, but he was right—this wasn’t the time or place for considering the ramifications of what he’d asked you.

Later, you pulled the sleeves of your sweatshirt down to stop yourself from biting your nails as you sat perched on the side of your bunk, looking between your watch, your phone, and the clock over the door. Dinner had come and gone and it felt like hours ago, and doubt was eating away at you. 

What you had with Jake was good—very good. 

No strings, no complications, no complaints. He treated you like something fiercely desirable, and it had been good…but you’d been on drills with him as team lead.

You knew how intense Hangman could be. 

You knew how Jake sounded when he wanted something, you knew how he went after something in the sky with zero thought for anyone that couldn’t keep up. And you always heard that roughness when you started, but somewhere between working you two up and collapsing after the fact, he reined himself back to something gentle. 

You were so tired of gentle.

But maybe he wasn’t being gentle, maybe he wasn’t holding back on you; it wasn’t what he wanted from your arrangement. 

Maybe he wasn’t here yet because he wasn’t sure, maybe he was trying to figure out a way to gently—

The door handle turned, and you looked up sharply as Jake let himself into your room, shutting the door behind him. He leaned back against the door, and you heard the snick of the lock as he flicked it behind him. He’d showered since dinner, and his hair was still damp, the edges falling to just above where a worn sweatshirt hung loosely across his shoulders.

He had great shoulders.

It was a weird thing to notice in a man, but on Jake it wasn’t just that he spent a ton of time at the gym, it was how he carried himself. Proud and confident, cocky enough to be annoying, if he wasn’t good enough to back it up.

He tilted his head back against the door, looking at you, his eyes glittering in the low light. 

You waited for him to say something, but he just looked at you, over the Eagles tank you’d cut the sleeves off of, your pajama shorts riding up on your thighs, crossed over each other as you sat primly on the bunk.

You licked your lips nervously, and Jake swore under his breath, rubbing his hand over his jaw, his eyes darting down to your tongue. 

“If you don’t want to, you should tell me,” you blurted, and Jake’s eyes snapped back up to you.

“Don’t want to-–” he parrotted, breaking off on a short laugh. “Baby, there’s precious little I don’t want to do to you.”

His words settled over you, his rough tone exactly what had sparked all this. 

“Okay,” you said, standing up slowly. 

Jake’s eyes raked down your body but he stayed by the door. He sighed, exasperated, and you crossed the room as you waited for him to tell you what was going through his mind. He crossed his arms, frowning down at them. 

“I don’t want to accidentally hurt you,” he admitted.

You blinked. You were moments away from making a joke about whether or not Jake knew his own strength, but he wasn’t meeting your eyes, which settled heavily over you. 

Was this something deeper?

“Jake…” you started, and he looked back at you, lifting his chin defiantly. In his eyes, you saw a guardedness that you hated, that you wanted to chase away. 

“Hey,” you said, pretty stubborn yourself, “I trust you.”

Jake’s jaw clenched, and you knew the only thing keeping his eyes locked on yours was the determination to not be the one who looked away first. 

“I trust you,” you repeated. 

He sighed, a long, drawn out sound. He didn’t look convinced, but you figured that was a longer conversation than you were equipped for. You reached for him, your fingers trailing down his forearm to one of his hands, fingers loose in front of him.  

“I trust you,” you said again, and you lifted his huge hand to your neck. 

Jake swallowed, eyes looking between yours, then at his hand against your throat. He drew in a long breath, adjusting to the prospect and letting you settle into it as well, and a part of you relaxed when you saw him do the same. 

Fuck, just having him here was better than you’d expected.

His fingers were broad and warm, and they spanned across your neck, covering so much more of you than you’d anticipated. His strong fingers, hands that kept a fifteen-ton machine in the sky, just over your windpipe—it was overwhelming to think about, and he hadn’t even pressed down.

Jake’s thumb traced up the side of your throat, and you knew he could feel your pulse, as it rapidly quickened.

“Baby…” he started, concern and hunger warring in his eyes. 

You tilted your head back, pushing your throat further into his hand. 

“Try me, Hangman,” you whispered.

His jaw clenched, then released, and then his fingers curled slightly around your throat. He wasn’t squeezing, wasn’t anywhere close to cutting off your airflow, it was just a tightening of his thumb, and a pressure from his other fingers. Still, you couldn’t stop your eyes from fluttering closed, at the promise and potential from that simple touch.

Jake let out a slow breath, and when you opened your eyes to look at him, his chin jerked to the side. The concern was gone from his expression, replaced by soft awe as he looked down at you.

“Shit, sweetheart,” he muttered. “You really want this, huh?”

And there were a couple of ways you could answer him. 

You could tell him yes, plead for him to keep going. You could lean further into his touch, pull him closer, ask for more. 

Or…

You reached for Jake’s other hand, the one not around your throat. You meant for the movement to have finesse, but as soon as your joined hands brushed the bottom of your tank, Jake knew where you were going with this. His eyes darkened as you set his hand inside of your pajama shorts, and he followed through on your unspoken instruction. Jake hummed quietly, curious, his eyes following his hand as it traveled between the thin fabric and your body, reaching towards the apex of your thighs. 

“Sweet thing,” Jake breathed. “No underwear tonight?”

You shook your head, steadying yourself on his chest as his hand moved over you, the backs of his knuckles brushing over your skin as he deliberately lingered. He turned his wrist and his fingers pulled over your center, causing you to shudder.

Jake inhaled sharply, his lips parting as he looked back at you.

“Baby, how long have you been this wet?”

He pressed a thick finger through your folds, and your eyes fell closed as he pulled it back towards him. You knew you were unsteady on your feet, but you knew that Jake needed to feel how badly you wanted this, wanted it with him.    

“Baby,” Jake said again, and you looked up at him, so close to you, his pretty face stern and focused. You wet your lips, looking back at him, and waited. 

His eyes narrowed, and then he pressed harder with the hand at your throat. Your knees actually buckled, and Jakes clicked his tongue, shaking his head. 

“I’m not even squeezing that hard, baby,” he said, a hint of condescension in his tone that had your skin heating. “Use your words, come on.”

Fuck, this was what you wanted.

For Jake to lean into the power he had over you, to control your pleasure, to command it out of you. 

“Since I saw you on the tarmac,” you whispered, voice raspy, and Jake’s hand on your throat loosened, his thumb running up the side of your neck, soothing. 

“See, that wasn’t so difficult,” he murmured, and your hips jerked forward when his hand worked over your core again. Jake added another finger to the pull, rubbing lightly over your clit before dipping back between your legs. You whimpered when he pressed his middle finger into your entrance, a slow intrusion that had you clutching at his forearm. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re practically dripping,” Jake said quietly, his voice tight. “Pulling me in like a damn vice.”

His fingers felt so good, working over and in you, and his voice was always the perfect addition. You widened your legs, wanting more of his touch, and Jake chuckled, a low and pleased sound. 

“On the bed, baby,” he said, his voice low. “I want to see you.”

His thumb brushed your neck again and then he let go of you carefully, pulling his hand out of your shorts. You would’ve protested, but he immediately set to peeling off his sweatshirt and pushing down his pants, and your mouth felt dry at the sight of him. You scrambled to comply, pulling your tank off and kicking the shorts down, before falling back to the bed. 

You landed on the edge of it and a moment later Jake was on top of you, every inch of his hard body pressed into yours. He was warm and so close, perfect, and his hands grazed up your body to hold your wrists tightly, before he kissed you, hard. 

His mouth moved over yours hungrily, and your lips parted for him, a moan slipping out of you at the first sweep of his tongue. You relaxed under him, moving your hands to check his hold on your wrists, but finding them secure. Jake’s grip tightened when he felt your wrists flex, and his hips ground into you, slow. 

The drag of him, heavy and hot and so close, was perfect, and your moan was muffled against Jake’s mouth. He lifted slightly to turn your head with his nose, nuzzling into your neck to kiss you sloppily as he ground himself over you again. 

“Jake,” you cried, unable to process how good it was, how quickly.

“That’s how I feel, baby,” Jake said, his voice sounding almost angry. “You look so fucking good, and then knowing what it is that got you this messy for me, fuck–” 

He broke off, his hips driving into you again, and your head tipped back against the mattress. You could feel your arousal dripping between your thighs, and the thought that Jake might feel a fraction of as frantic as you did, was overwhelming. 

Jake pushed away from you, leaning off the bed, to reach back for his discarded sweatpants. He fished a condom out of one of the pockets, rising up on his knees to roll it over his length, and you pushed down the irrational disappointment that rose up inside of you. 

It was good to be safe, especially when you guys weren’t anything. 

Still. 

The additional layer, so early on, seemed like a harsh reminder of just how transient this thing between you was. 

“Ah, sweetheart, don’t make that face.”

At Jake’s words, you quickly schooled your expression, looking back up to meet his eyes, and smiling automatically. 

“Gone,” you told him flippantly, but Jake looked at you for a long moment. 

He wasn’t careful, nothing so precious, but he held your eyes until the last moment when he leaned down to kiss you again. Your own eyes slid closed as he brushed his lips against yours, soft kisses, a gentle asking of permission. 

You met him, you always did, and eventually his mouth grew firmer, more insistent, as he settled over you again. Your hands roamed up his sides, over his strong shoulders and over his back, where you could feel him moving over you. You pulled at him, wanting him closer, loving the way you could feel his muscles working as his body hovered over you. He shifted, propping himself on his elbows so he could reach over to grope your chest. 

Grope was the right word, absolutely lacking in finesse, wanting to feel your soft skin under his fingers, as much and as soon as possible. Your back arched into his touch, pushing your breasts into his broad palms as Jake kissed you firmly. He pulled back, making his way down your face, your neck, your chest, and you lay back against the bed, gasping. His kisses were feather light, then nibbles, then he laved at you with his tongue before his teeth scraped against your nipples. 

One of your hands drove from his back to his hair, tangling in the coarse strands and pulling when his mouth sent ribbons of pleasure to your core. Jake pulled back to look at you, and your stomach clenched at the sight of his swollen lips, flushed cheeks, his color high from chasing your pleasure. 

You smiled at him, dopily, and his teeth flashed before he went back to your chest. While his mouth worked one breast, his hand worshiped the other, pulling and pressing and kneading and squeezing, lifting when his mouth switched between the two. His hips were gently rocking into yours, his cock lengthening against your stomach, and the awareness of him felt like a tease. 

You reached down to wrap your hand around him, and Jake’s hips stuttered as you took him in your hand. 

He felt heavy, and Jake’s next kisses felt more like bites, as he was distracted by your touch. You pulled your hand up his length, whimpering at how thick he felt, how your fingers couldn’t touch around him, how good he would stretch you. How full of him you’d feel, his hips rocking into yours–

One of Jake’s hands fell to your waist, gripping at the flesh there, and you realized you were grinding up into his thigh. He shifted, pressing down into you, and guiding the motion of your hips as you rolled against him.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he said, his breath warm against your chest. “Love feeling you working yourself up, waiting for this cock.”

His words had you fisting him tighter, and Jake’s hips jerked. 

“Impatient,” he muttered, reaching down to push your hand away from him. 

You resisted the urge to whine in protest, assuaged when you felt him reaching between the two of you to guide his cock to your entrance. He dragged his tip against your folds, and you fisted the hand in his hair, pulling sharply enough that Jake grunted, his forehead resting against your sternum.

“Stop teasing,” you gasped, and Jake laughed darkly against your skin. 

“Come on, sweetheart,” he said, pushing his cock through your folds maddeningly slow, making no move to push deeper, “I know you can ask nicer than that.”

“Please, Jake,” you cried, not even embarrassed of how quickly you switched to begging. He was right there, you knew he’d fill you so good, and you’d been waiting for so long for this. “Need your cock, baby, please.”

“You need me,” Jake repeated smugly, accompanied by another slow drag.

“Yes, I do,” you whimpered. “God, Jake, please–”

“You always ask so prettily when you’re aching for me, baby,” Jake murmured, pulling back and shifting to line himself up to you. You turned your hips up, gasping with relief when you felt his head pressing into you. You moaned brokenly, the slow push filling you with a perfect ache, as Jake eased his cock into you.

Fuck, he filled you so well. 

You felt yourself stretching, stretching, his hot cock searing you as he pushed against your walls. You could feel your thighs trembling as Jake’s hips pressed you into the bed, the intrusion steady and immutable. Jake kept pushing until he was fully seated, his thighs tight against yours, and you feel dizzy with how good it is. 

“Now she’s quiet,” Jake said, his voice strained. “Stuffed with my cock like my baby wanted, and now she’s got nothing to say.”

“It’s so fucking good, Jake,” you whisper, and he groaned quietly. “You’re so good.”

“That’s right, baby,” Jake said, pulling back slightly. When he rocked his hips back, his cock dragged along your inner walls, raking a moan out of you. He pushed back in, still slow, still intoxicating, and you waited for your body to adjust to him.

“Shit, darlin’, you feel too good and you sound too wrecked; I can’t—” Jake broke off as he bottomed out inside of you. “Alright, angel, take a deep breath.” 

You pulled in a breath without question, but it immediately punched out of you when you felt Jake’s hand come back to your neck. His hand settled lightly, similar to his first touch, just finding you, feeling you. He pulled out of you, and when your body bowed off the bed, chasing after him, Jake pressed his fingers down, and a whine tore out of you.

Jake jolted at the sound, his hips grinding forward at the sound. 

“You’re so fucking hungry for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he gritted, and his thumb pressed harder. “God, I can feel this cunt just pulling me in, baby.”

You clenched down on him, his words driving you higher, as the stretch of him eased and you were able to take him deeper. It felt so good, his cock, his hands, and his words creating the perfect storm. It was just what you needed, him controlling every element of your pleasure like this, owning all of it. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Jake praised, his rhythm speeding up as your body relaxed further against him. “ I feel you clenching on me, every time I squeeze just a little bit tighter, fuck, why is that so hot, baby—”

Your eyes fluttered as he pumped into you, one of your hands running up Jake’s arm to encourage him. He still was holding you more in place than anything, just a suggestion of pressure, and even that bit was so damn good, but you wanted more. 

Your fingers closed over his hand on your throat and you squeezed over his fingers. 

“Shit, angel,” Jake groaned, his hips jerking harder as he tightened his hand experimentally. “Are you sure?”

As his grip tightened, you felt a buzz spread over your body, and your eyes rolled back at the intensity of his touch. 

“Jake, baby, fuck,” you rasped, barely intelligible, but he heard you or knew what you meant, because his thrusts got even deeper. 

“You like that, baby?” Jake asked, driving into you. “My hand on your throat, my cock so deep in your cunt, pushing the air out of you?”

Your eyes were screwed shut as sensations bowled over you, warm and hazy and so damn good, and your hand rubbed his forearm encouragingly. Between his rough thrusts and his firm grasp on your throat, you felt utterly possessed, taken, like the answer to the driving need pulsing through Jake could only be found in you. The buzzy sensation spread and you moaned, or you meant to, but sound wasn’t coming past Jake’s hand, and you felt your body lightening, even as the pull at your core got more leaden. 

Fuck, you couldn’t be there already, could you?

You vaguely felt Jake pull back to look at you, but you couldn’t look at him, couldn’t think, only hazy pressure and need coiling through your body. You felt your arms going slack, not just from oxygen deprivation but from the reality that Jake was absolutely possessing you. Owning you, fucking you hard enough for the both of you, living up to the trust he hadn’t wanted you to give him.

You opened your eyes, squinting up at him through the haze of pleasure and pressure. 

His face was flushed over you, shoulders and jaw tight with exertion, but his eyes were bright and careful, watching you. You let go of his forearm, reaching up to brush some of his hair away from his face, holding his cheek for a moment. 

Jake’s head dropped slightly for a moment, his pace slowing as he recovered, looking up at you and shaking his head. 

“I told you not to look at me like that, angel,” he said quietly, and you shook your head because it wasn’t the same. 

But you saw when determination set in behind his eyes, and he reached under you to lift your hips. Your back bowed off the bed as the angle changed, Jake’s thrusts lodging impossibly deeper inside of you as his pace increased. The buzzing got more intense as he pressed down harder on your throat and Jake’s hips snapped into yours as he fucked into you. You could sob from the intensity of it, how hot and desperate it felt, how heavy and feral, and then he dipped his head to your neck. 

“Baby, you feel too fucking good; I need you to come,” he groaned, and you nodded as best you could against his hand. You were close, you knew you were close, and hearing the desperation on his voice was pushing you further.  

“Come on, angel,” Jake said, and he fucked into you faster, deeper, and he let go of your throat suddenly. 

You gasped in a deep breath, the haze evaporating as oxygen rushed through your veins. Everything that had been muted felt acutely intense, biting and sharp, and you sobbed out a moan as your orgasm shattered through you. It felt almost painful, like noonday sun bursting through midnight. You collapsed back onto the bed, boneless, your chest heaving and your body shaking. 

“Fuck, angel, that was the most beautiful thing, fucking unreal, you’re so good, baby,” Jake choked, his thrusts growing more desperate. “You did so good, baby, giving it to me like that, fuck, baby—”

Jake buried his face in your chest as he came, his long moan vibrating across your body, as he pumped into you. His hips continued to work as he came, driving into you and wringing his orgasm out as he worked through it. You wanted to run your hands through his hair, smooth over his strong shoulders and repeat his words back to him—the most beautiful thing, so good, how he did so good. But your limbs were absolutely molten, numb against the bed as you trembled quietly, still recovering. 

Jake’s hips stilled, and the room seemed silent after the sounds of your combined panting and moans. The air felt warm, dreamlike, or maybe that was your body still adjusting. You became aware that Jake’s hands had started moving slowly across your skin. Without lifting himself off your chest, his fingers were smoothing, carefully exploring, spreading across you as he checked over you. 

“Need something, Hangman?” you asked, your voice sounding rough. At the sound of it, Jake drew in a sharp breath and pushed himself off of you, propping himself up to look at you. 

“Just want to make sure you’re okay,” he said quietly, and his eyes were intent as they followed his hands, still roaming over you.

“Honestly, Jake,” you said, clearing your throat, “I think ‘okay’, is a disservice to how I feel right now.”

Jake smiled, something quick, his eyes crinkling even when his lips pursed. He still looked uncertain, which did things to your heart that you didn’t want to contemplate, so you offered him a smile of your own. 

“I feel like jelly; I don’t think I can come up to you,” you told him. “So will you just come here?”

He grinned, bright like starshine, and crawled up the bed. His lips were gentle when he kissed you, and you kissed him back languidly. 

There was a lot of the night left, and a lot of uncertainty left, but you put into your kiss all the things he didn’t want to hear you say–the things you hoped he knew, the things he didn’t want to believe, and the way that you’d never for a moment doubted whether his hands were the right place to put your trust.

#hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x you #hangman x you #hangman fanfic #hangman smut #jake seresin x reader #misskielwrites #theharddecksgrandopening #do I do Coyote or Bob next? #bc I’m currently unhealthily obsessed with both of their hands rn #emphasis on unhealthily #truly I cannot function

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ೃ⁀➷ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒/𝐎 𝐈𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚/𝐘𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐭

ೃ⁀➷ Sano "Mikey" Manjiro, Ryuuguji Ken(Draken), Chifuyu Matsuno, Baji Keisuke

Warnings: Blood, fighting, stabbing, being shot, classic Tokyo Revengers dangers, mentions of sexual assault/r@pe

A/N: I was actually planning to write for more but I got carried away... If you guys want another part, please comment who you want! And damn, the amount of hardwork and patience I poured into this!

Sano Manjiro

• A baby at heart, a monster in gang

•Even though that's how he is known as, you knew for the better that it wasn't completely true. Ever since that one time he crawled on top of you after eating his dorayakis and dozed off, it was hard to take him seriously outside of gang life.

•Don't tell him this though, he will pout 'till you kiss him 🤫😜

• You really didn't remember how you got yourself into this whole gang/mafia mess again. One second you were happy that you finally got away from your family business, the next you're hanging out with Toman and dating their leader.

• Maybe it's a genetic thing 🤔

• Anyways, since your mother was the only daughter of a strong Yakuza family but wanted a somehow normal life, she married your dad who was another powerful mafia leader( huh, ironic isn't it 🤨), two families kinda united and BAM! Maybe, the strongest Mafia was created.

• And then, the ultimate prince/princess/ royalty was born!! The apple of their parents' eyes and the next one in the business. Jokes on your father, your mom threatened him with divorce if he so much so forces you to be a mafia leader.

• Jokes on your mother, you grew up with either seeing blood on your father after a fight or wanted to learn self defence. -Can't Imagine the smug look on your father's face 😏

• So, you became someone feared when your name was uttered. Your mask-which was to protect your identity- and weapons had been a nightmare to so many criminals.

• That was how the gang rules must be, at least to you. Don't hurt anyone, hurt who hurt innocent, never have mercy on them...

• Back to your chaotic life, it wasn't a surprise since you quickly befriended Emma, Hinata and Takemichi after your boyfriend and your bff introduced you to them. Hinata was the sweetest person ever, Emma was a bit obsessed(?) with Draken and Takemichi...

• There was something you couldn't put your finger on. The boy was sweet a minute, then cold the other. You didn't like it and even though you didn't want to question anyone, he was definetly hiding something.

•" Takemichi, you either tell me what's your deal or I'll never make my famous cookies to you and help you with your homeworks."

• Yep, that was enough reasons for him to tell you everything. You listened to every word, not believing him quite well. You put your hands on your knees and went up but before you could open, his next words planted you right there.

• "Your real name is L/N Y/N and you are a mafia leader but because you wanted a normal life, you never told anyone about your backstory. And you didn't tell this to anyone either so either I'm a spy who wants to kill you or what I'm saying is true. And we all know which one is the case... "

•He was right, absolutely right. So you stayed and listened to everything he had to say. How Mikey was a cold and merciless murderer and how almost all of the Toman was destroyed, how he and Draken argued and started to distance because of Pah-chin's stupidity to stab the leader of Moebius.

• After listening intently with knitted eyebrows in anger, you tched and got up, throwing your hands around.

•"That's bullshit! They're like brothers, there is no way they would split their ways like that!! Besides, Mikey? Murderer? I mean sure, he's childish and don't think before he acts but... but... How about me?"

•" Well, I don't know... We were never able to find anything related to you. It was as if... you disappeared..."

• Your mind was on overdrive, trying to think of a plan and not crying because you might be loosing your friends soon. And if Moebius was the trigger then...

•"Takemichi-kun... You said that Moebius was the trigger for the downfall of Toman, right?"

• He hesitantly nodded at you and widened his eyes at the crazy look in your eyes and wondered if he did the right thing by telling you.

•"But... If there is no Moebius, then there will be no fighting between them. I never loved those punk-asses anyways, I'd be glad to destroy them."

•"But, we can try to convince Mik-"

•"You can't. If Mikey decided on something, the chances of him changing his mind is low. Now, come with me so that we can make a plan."

• And now, Takemichi could only hope that you can really destroy this gang so that nobody would be hurt. Seeing Osanai in front of him and beating Pah-chin, he seriously thought you might die and even worse could happen.

•"The fuck you're staring at, punk?"

• And before he knew it, Takemichi heard a voice he knew. He gulped hard and hoped that everything would resolve peacefully.

• "I'd suggest you drop that hand, jackass!"

• All of the members of Moebius and others alongside Mikey looked at the source, only to see you, clad in all black and weapons with your famous mask. All of the Moebius gulped hard and sweated nervously but that wasn't the case for Osanai.

• " Who are you to call me that you bi- ARGGHH!!"

• What happened next is way too much and I don't want to traumatize someone lol. Basically Osanai was left with a broken arm and bruised balls. Seeing that Pah-chin was about to get up, you raised your voice and looked at him harshly.

•" Pah-chin, stay down and don't do some stupid shit! And you, Osanai!! I'm your nightmare and new leader! From now on, all of the remaining individuals of Moebius are mine!! If you don't believe, here. Look at this..."

• Everyone watched your men beat the shit out of every member and drop their now ex-leader. You put the phone away and kicked him for one final time.

•" Now, now~ How many people did you beat to death and how many women did you rape? I'll have to choose a different way to torture every single one of you~~"

• Takemichi did something he wasn't supposed to do in that moment, call out your name.

•When you heard your name and the sirens, you turned abruptly, not realizing the blade both Osanai and Pah-chin was holding. At their screams, you throw yourself away from Osanai and unintentionally stopped Pah-chin's blade. And after your mask being pulled off, Mikey and everyone else felt like they were thrown into ice.

• Mikey could feel a few veins popping out and damn, you looked hot but fuck, you were also in mafia? Why did you never say anything? And was that... your blood?

• You gritted your teeth in pain and looked at Pah-chin deadly which made him gulp. "Y-Y/N..." "Shut up and go away before I do some stupid shit, I'll deal with the rest." "But..." "I already avenged them and will make them pay but the police is coming and I'm the only one to stop them... Draken-kun! Take Mikey away from here and run!"

• Seeing the hurt look on your boyfriend made you look down and prepare your talk to him so that he wouldn't think you were gathering information about the gang and himself... Unknown to you, he was trashing on Draken's shoulders to reach you, not for the reason you thought but thinking that you'll loose more blood and get arrested.

• And Takemichi knew you changed most of the things and after you came back 2 days later, after dealing with that gang and police, you came to Sano house to all of the Toman and with their half-worried, half-not-impressed and you-better-tell-us-everything look, you gulped hard and for the first time ever since you got together with Mikey, entered the house with nerves.

Chifuyu

• I feel like he would already know, apart from him being smart when it comes to you, especially you, you were actually giving many hints

• Hint #1: Your never ending budget

• For some reasons, your money just never ended. He would always see you shopping, with your friends or alone. But honestly? You weren't even shopping for yourself. Emma's birthday was coming and since you saw her eyeing a necklace in the mall, you decided why not take out your black card?

• After getting everything you needed, you just wanted to spare some of your time to the bookshop near the end of the mall to see if they had anything new- which means manga for you and your boyfriend

• Which was a win for you because all the action and romance mangas you've been waiting for was there!

• What you didn't consider was seeing your boyfriend at the same aisle, buying mangas for you- basically the shocked pikachu meme-

• "Babe... What are you doing with all that bags?"

•" Fuyu! I bought all the mangas here for you 🥰"- Sugar mommy who?

•It's not like he doesn't like it, he does- he melts into that sweet and wide smile you give him whenever you'd gift something- but he's just worried for your family budget which earns him a playful wink and a noncholant "It's okay!"

• He just smiles warmly with a blush and thanks you, and offers to read them together in his room shyly which you squeal and hug him thightly- his mother is so close to scold you because you were buying so many gifts to them that she couldn't find anymore spare place

• Suspiciously thightly 🤔

• He knew you worked out a lot, and forced him to do the same, not as harsh at yours though and in the beginning he was worried you would hurt yourself but seeing you lift 350 kg with little difficulty, he wore heart eyes all around for a week straight- my lazy ass could never like wtf, how do people do that?

•"Y/N, are you sure your back is okay?"

•"Yeah, why not?" 😇

• Hint #2: Your Family

• I know I said he is smart but your family literally layed guns open around your house, not bothering to hide themselves and he was still like "Is it for self protection?"

• "Darling, love of my life-"🙄

• You weren't actively trying to hide but your mom? Your mom was making it hard.

• Pretty much Spy x Family vibes

•You were really considering just out right telling him but that would put him on not needed danger. Not that you can't save him but you would pretty much destroy the whole city if he was hurt- and you told him once, after your third date which he waved of as something nice coming from you...

• He didn't expect you to destroy a strong gang that was causing them trouble the next day.

• He was curious as to who did it and actually told you the whole story with his head on your lap, you pushing his blond hair away to smooch his forehead happily with your hands holding his softly.

•"I'm glad you liked my surprise! They talked too much shit about you, Baji-kun, Draken-kun and Mikey-kun! 😁"

• *cue the pikachu meme-d Peke J and Chifuyu*

•You weren't lying when you said you would do anything for him... How could you not when he was being the sweetest boyfriend to you?

• He would help you out with anything you suffered with, be it homework or your make-up, always try to lighten the weight on your shoulders by reorganizing your desk or helping you clean. Or sometimes, when you just needed the normalcy of a simple couple, you would choose a movie and watch with him with your cheeks full of popcorn.

• He would always smile and squeeze your cheeks, muttering a simple cute and kiss both of them which made you blush all. the. damn. time!

• You always felt... safe and home with him.

• For most, it seemed that you two were being dramatic but you were trully, unconditionally in love with this boy. Yes, your family was Yakuza and you were both safe and in danger but they weren't always there when you were a child, needing comfort more than anything...

• Chifuyu was your safe place for your inner child and you desperately clinged on him...

• So, when your late night date that was turned to a Toman meeting was crushed by some shitheads, you surely fumed with anger.

• You just wanted to give your gift to Emma and eat some dorayaki with Mikey, dammit!

• But for some reasons... These assholes seemed familiar, especially their "leader"....

• "Hey! Aren't you the pervert I refused who decided that causing trouble for my family was a good idea!?"

• "He did what?!" Chifuyu.exe has stopped working

• "I'm glad you remembered me, Y/N-chan~ But this time I'm not alone! And I came to get you from that twit!"

• Okay,okay so there are two mistakes he did. Mistakes that had him fucked up. One, assuming your were alone and two... Insulting your baby.

• "Did you just insult our son-in-law?!"

• Yeah, Spy x Family vibes... Remember?

• To sum it all up, Toman was shook, Chifuyu was shook even the bird on the tree is shook at the amount explosives and knives that was thrown around

• Chifuyu, on the other hand, was very worried about both you and your family. You made them all watch on the sidelines, much to Mikey's disappointment, saying that it was a family issue which resulted in with... fire.

•" Hahaha, Chifuyu you didn't tell me that your S/O liked burning things as well!"

• Baji could you please go and fangirl somewhere else? You're encouraging y/n-chan...

• He was shocked yes, but mostly flustered at both himself and your gorgeous form. The tattoo on your back, your hair flowing through the wind and your eyes shining when they met his...

• Stupid, Chifuyu! How couldn't you realize your own s/o being in mafia?!

• Even though his mind was on overdrive, he still noticed your happy form coming closer fo them with a huge smile... Why were you so happy though?? Like you almost killed a whole ass gang?

• "YOU'RE IN YAKUZA!? HOLY SHIT- WHAT THE FUCK! YOU NEED TO TEACH ME THOSE MOVES-"

•" YES, YES OF COURSE MIKEY! BUT YOU NEED TO TEACH ME THAT TRIPLE-"

• In the midst of all chaos, and excitement, you didn't see the same boy running at you at full speed with a very long knife

• But Chifuyu and Draken did

• "Y/N-CHAN, WATCH OUT!" "Y/N, MOVE OUT OF THE...way? Hell nah, I'm not dealing with this."

• Everyone screamed at you bit their voices died down when you lifted your leg high, making a perfect line with your other foot on the ground and roundhouse kicked him hard...

•"Ahh, my precious daughter! Always reminds me of her mother- CHIFUYU-KUN!? Y/N, YOUR BOYFRIEND IS DEAD! MY POOR SON-" -- ever the dramatic dad😒

• Widening your eyes and running up to him, not bothering with the blood on you, you slapped him to wake him up but unfortunately, all of this were too much for his poor heart and you just chuckled amusedly and gathered him to lay on your back...

• Now, you had three missions

• Mission #1: Wake your sleeping beauty up

• Mission #2: Gather all your friends and take them to your home to treat and have dinner with

• Mission #3: Prepare your tools to teach the perverted man and his family that no one messes with Yakuza

Baji

• THE BIGGEST SIMP ❤️‍🔥

• Really though, you never actively tried to hide who you were from him. He just didn't ask anything so where was the point of going to him and say "hey, y'know I'm a mafia leader, one that's so strong, and by the way my family wants to...meet...you?"

• Yeah, your nerves wasn't because of him meeting your family. It was more like, being scared of your mom's reaction at you dating a delinquent and you not telling the truth to your boyfriend.

• You sat down on the table, picking at your lips anxiously which made Baji raise his brows at you curiously before walking towards you, ruffling your hair.

• "'S something wrong, babe? Wouldn't want your pretty lips to be chapped,here. Use this."

• Like goddamn, this man knows every single product you use 😤 What a gentleman...

• Anyways, back to the headcanons.

• He could tell there was something very big and important going on with you since you were mostly carefree and don't give a shit for the most part. The nerveous eye twitching, biting lips, fidgeting on your seat... All of them indicated that you were pretty much stressed. But about what?

• He pondered a bit, thinking he forgot something or that... maybe something happened to your little kitten or or your parents!!

• Homeboy, don't show that you're a family man that much 🤭

• "Babe, you know you can tell anthin'. What got my beautiful so worried, hmm?

• If it wasn't that you were about to die, you could have melted right then and there. Arrrgghh, there goes the smooth yet raspy and sexy voice of him that makes my knees weak...

• You looked at him up and down and took a deep breath. "MYFAMILYWANTSTOMEETYOUBUTIDIDN'TKNOWHOWTOTELLYOUDON'THAVETOAGREEIFYOUDON'TWANTTOBUT-

• Well, that's... definetly an interesting way to tell your boyfriend...😅

• And now, you were walking hand in hand with him who was just chuckling at your expression while rubbing his thumb accross your knuckles delicately.

•"baby, you don't have to be so nervous. I know I'm not the brightest at academy or the perfect boy but I'll not back down from my feelings if they disapprove of me..."

•"Bitch, why are you putting yourself down when I'm the one who didn't come clean!?😤"

• Yeah, guess what stupid shit you have done? Come on, I'll give you a second!

• Thinking fucking out loud

•"huh? What do you mean? Is there something you didn't tell me?"

•"W-Well... haha, you see actually... yes, there is... BUT PROMISE TO NOT GET ANGRY!"

•All I can say is that he wasn't impressed. Like come on!! Can he even get angry at you?🤔 He didn't even get mad when you kidnapped his cats!! And don't laugh, that's a serious matter!!

•I swear, I'm not. Besides, how would I when you are acting all cute like that, he said.

• You fanned your face because you were feeling 🌠 THINGS🌠 Can you please do your simping later in the corner Y/N🤔🥲

•" You see... I never mentioned my family but there is something you-"

•" Is that the boy you were talking about, darling? He looks like such an amazing one!"

• Yep, your mother... was literally a blocker. And you didn't even realizd she opened the door and was looking at you both!

•"Mom! How did you open the door like that, it's heavy!"

•" I'm not a mafia boss for nothing darling!"

• Your boyfriend was shook, mouth open like a fish, looking between the woman in front of the porch, the guards and then at you...

•"You're in... mafia?"

• Well, after explaining literally the family history to your boyfriend, who was more like a giddy kid who was being taught how to bike, you waited for another reaction from him. Your father was sitting there with that scary scowl that made many die of heart attack and you didn't want Baji to be on the list...

• What you didn't see coming was that they bonded over their love for exploding things.

•" Honey, don't get me wrong, he's a very handsome, young boy who loves you a lot but... Couldn't you find someone who is not the replica of your father?" 🤨😑😐

• Yes, he was violent and enjoyed fighting a lot but if there was one thing he loved more... It was you.🥰

• You were the first girl that didn't run away from him when he was being extra violent or run after him for his good looks. You had seen a completely different, soft side of him when he was holding a few kittens between his large hands in the corner of the street, secretly playing with them.

• Those kittens, coincidently, were the same ones you would always feed before returning home. And after that, was history.

• His gentleness when it came to you, him leaving everything when you needed him, your late night dates that you hid from your parents, his warm hugs and soft voice when he was talking about you, always insisting to carry your stuff even though he knew you were capable, how he would always offer his jacket even though you could see the redness of his cheeks because of the cold...

•"No, mom, I couldn't... He's everything and even more I wanted."

• Your mother trully saw herself in you at that moment, remembering how she had fallen for your father and smiled cheekily when she caught the redness that started from Baji's neck up to his ear.

• "So, young boy... How long have you been sneaking my daughter out?"

• It could have ended with a disaster if it wasn't for the smirk your father was trying to surpass and your mother hitting his chest jokingly, telling him to not scare the young lovers. You didn't realize but Baji was holding your hand that was on his lap thightly with a lovesick smile.

• He made a mental note to kiss you as if there was no tomorrow and bring you gifts to show you how gratefull he was to have you in his life. And hot for being able to kick his ass❤️‍🔥- Your father definetly didn't give him the "break her heart or I'll kill you" talk, he rather said "Break her heart and she will break your bones" talk, which was the hottest thing he had ever heard about you.

#tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers x y/n #mikey tokyo revengers #baji tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers chifuyu #mikey x reader #mikey imagine #sano manjiro x y/n #sano mikey x y/n #sano manjiro x reader #baji x reader #baji keisuke #baji imagine #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu fluff #chifuyu x y/n

[annoyingvoidzombie]

Heartstopper 2x01 Family:

Oh shit, parent teacher meet.. everyone is being well students but Charlie is very much "distracted" with other things (Nick Nick Nick)

Loving seeing papa Spring speaks Spanish

You Need To Start Focusing On Your Schoolwork Charlie baby

The Spring's are very not Nick's favourite fans now days

I Love Nellie Nelson

David, so if we'll wait long enough, Nick's going to look sorta like this "rockstar trash"?

Nick isn't comfortable with him and it's shown, how dare you take his Nintendo?

Nothing like drumming to not do your school work huh Charlie?

Obviously, texting your bf is always fun.. "the universe is pulling us apart" well, not in this life time it won't

Running together to Paris with Nellie, now that's a dream we can share my Narlie friends ❤️

Sharing is caring 😔

Imogen and Ben? Now that's seems kind of toxic, don't play with my baby's heart please

P-R-O-M-!

Elle x Tao is not even a slow burn, just burns

I remember taking those damn GCSE's and it was very dreadful

Holding eachother through a pen

Ben is hopelessly in love with Charlie

David kinda trying be a big bro but no, he has his intentions .. and know he knows about "Charlie"

Why in hell dose Charlie needs your approval men? Why?

This hug is everything, I know it's like only few days since last they hugged or saw eachother but my poor gay heart

Jumper, he gave him his jumper, it's basically like giving him an organ

Nellie is so pretty and they play so beautifully and its all your world now, no wonder you want to capture it Nicky boy

They kiss and the world spins once more and wow, they've learned to get in sync which is perfect

Paradise indeed

Wow Elle, you look beautiful ❤️

Elle new friends group seems fun and she's very fitting as always, perfect

Tao's mum is an Elle x Tao shipper, I call it like I see it

Imogen is so very bubbly sometimes wow but don't hurt her Nick! Although you're just trying to protect her

Oh shit, Math, I Felt the very same when I took it

Charlie comes by, that won't end well but the hug and small lift up is so cute

Elle's mum also a shipper "Your Boy" you know it mama

Tao pushing forward but Elle just pull backwards.. it hurts seeing them as that when you knoww but they don't know

Narlie and Nellie cuddles

Since when nice cup of tea makes you an old man?

David, you bitch, stay away from Charlie, he's the sweetest cinnamon roll you'll meet so fuck off!

Oh snap, Nick is out once more but not the way he would like

Fuck off David! Fuck off

You're upsetting Nellie and that's the line! Stop it!

Charlie.. it's not your fault

No Paris?? Noooo

Charlie ED is showing and I feel triggered as shit but deep breaths, I'm okay

At least they'll always have eachother texting

Wowww that's a nice body here Nick, thank you rugby !

He recorded to him.. it's new and it's so very from the heart

It's not easy to come out and we all know that

Tao is so worried for his heart and upset and he doesn't know why.. that so hard

Mama Xu is the best!

Oh Tao baby, finally, the REALISATION! now .. what you gonna do about it??

#heartstopper series #heartstopper spoilers #heartstopper season 2 #heartstopper 2x02 #netflix heartstopper #heartstopper #nick x charlie #nick nelson #charlie spring #nellie nelson #tao x elle #elle argent #tao xu #issac henderson #tara x darcy #darcy olsson #tara jones #narlie #heartstopper thoughts #imogen heaney #ben hope #heartstopper cast #kit connor #joe locke #alice oseman

[boozles]

Okay, at this point I have went wayyyy off course so I'm just gonna post the last few questions of the #BLChallenge2K24 tonight <3

Day Thirteen: Give five good boys a gold star

Cher, A Boss and A Babe My goodest boy that ever gooded. I honestly fell in love with this little ball of energy as soon as he popped up on my screen. This was my first ForceBook series and I'm glad it was because it was perfect for me. But this is about Cher! Cher, who loves his friends more than anything. Cher, who let his entire village hate him and spread lies about him to attempt to protect his late best friend. Cher, who spent his young adult years financially supporting his late best friend's little brother because he felt guilty over not knowing she was suicidal. Cher who plotted to take down the step-father who assaulted his best friend. Cher who worked his butt off to prove he was good enough for Gun. Cher who was a clown and a comic and made everyone smile. Cher who was there for everyone. He is the goodest boy.

Gavreel, Gameboys Oh, one of my original babies. (For those who don't know, Gameboys was my gateway into BLs <3) Gav is just the sweetest. He's cheeky, and will push the limit, and probably wind you up a little, but he's such a good boy at heart. He falls in love so deeply, and will do everything in his power to capture the stars for Cai. He's so kind and thoughtful, and so generous (to a fault, sometimes). He's so much fun, and his smile literally makes me blush every time he's on screen.

Karan, Cherry Magic If you don't think he's the sweetest, goodest boy, then I don't think we can be friends. In many Thai series we see the boy with the crush refuse to give up, but not Karan; he spends so much time worrying about making Achi uncomfortable, to the point he removes himself from the situation, allowing Achi the time to digest his own feelings. He goes out of his way to help not only Achi, but his colleagues; his hard work isn't just for himself. It's not a good thing that he allows his superiors to utilise his attractive looks, but it is a self sacrifice. I just love this good boy so much, and I think he was a classic example of how different the roles that Tay can do.

Gun, My School President First of all, that smile. He is a total baby. Like, seriously, I would let him get away with murder if he were my son (because he's young enough to be /o\). He loves his friends and his mother so damn much. He's so passionate and goal driven, but not to much that he'll sacrifice those around him for it. He's trustworthy and easy to talk to (I mean, Sound just sorta looked at him and was like, "yes, I'll tell you everything.") He's just a really good boy.

Choco, Choco Milk Shake Okay, I know this is probably cliche considering Choco literally IS a good boy, but he actually is. He literally escapes the afterlife (dragging his kitty friend along for the ride) because his former human is depressed and lonely. He just emits love to those around him like a god damn Care Bear. I know some find this drama's premise a little odd (I mean, can you imagine falling in love with someone who is actually your childhood pet? I'm not sure how I would feel about that XD) but the love and joy these characters bring, especially Choco - he just gives off the golden retriever vibe. When he does something bad/wrong he struggles with it so much, and he'll always try to the right thing. Gosh, I adore this boy.

#blchallenge2k24 #bl challenge #choco milk shake #my school president #cherry magic #gameboys #a boss and a babe #thai drama #bl drama #kdrama #ph drama #drama #meme

[daintyduck99]

Oooh kiss prompts! Kissing as a dare for Sweet Tarts please!

If looks could kill, they'd be dead as dogs.

It's all coming from the girl, too. At a glance, she's just another primadonna soc girl, but she holds herself in a way that promises there's a bite behind her bark.

She's—interesting.

Her eyes keep cutting between Reggie, Luke, and Willie, sharp as knives. She won't take any licorice from Willie, lips pursed in disapproval as her—friend? brother? It's hard to tell, they're both gleaming and blond and have that whole haughty, snobbish soc thing going on.

But he takes the candy from Willie like a shy horse hoping for sugar, shedding more of his haughty armor, blue eyes bright as their fingers curl together for far longer than necessary and Willie laughs low in his throat, easily answering his truth question.

Willie's not fucking with him, either. He tells him about how he ran away from his creepy foster dad and his club.

The girl—Cherry, maybe? She'd snarled their names so quickly, but it would suit her. Her mouth is a blood red gash, and it only twists more severely as she scoffs.

She doesn't speak, stayed by a pleading glance from the boy, but her eyes flash to Reggie’s, snaring him, still with her damn lip curled. He rips his gaze away, fiddling with his candy as his heart hammers.

She could wound him with that mouth, he's sure of it.

So why are they sitting here playing this stupid game, giving a couple of golden soc siblings a ton of ammunition?

Reggie ought to have more faith in Willie, probably. He's gotten them out of more scrapes than Luke can get them into, and Willie could charm the pants off of damn near anyone, including the blonde girl's brother. Unlike her, he's unsprawled more and more ever since Willie aimed that first easy smile at him and shook out his hair.

Hell, that's why they're sitting here with their asses parked to the lip of the fountain, sharing candy and playing this dumb game instead of trying to knock one another into the freezing water.

Or worse.

Luke rips off a bite of licorice. He savors the stuff now since Julie hates it when he smokes, but she loves the black licorice they sell at the counter of her mother's diner. It stains his obnoxious grin an inky black, and he aims it right at Reggie.

Which, honestly, is probably for the best.

"Alright, Reg. Truth or dare?"

He hastily swallows his licorice.

"Isn't it Willie's turn to ask?"

"He asked me." Luke's grin grows in a way that can only mean trouble. "Don't tell me you didn't notice when I took my shirt off. I was all slow and sensual about it for you and everything. Where's your head been? Have you replaced me, baby?"

"Oh—" Reggie shoves at Luke's —yes, his bare arm. Reggie's face is aflame. "Fuck off, or I'll tell Julie that you were messing with my heart and she'll kick your ass."

Luke shrugs. His eyes dance with mischief as he takes another bite of licorice.

"Who doesn't want a woman who could kick their ass?"

Reggie scowls. "Nice try, but I never picked truth. I'll go with dare."

Luke must've decided that he's needled Reggie enough, because he gives him a pretty tame dare. That doesn't mean that anyone else is safe, though, and when the game makes it back to Luke, he picks her.

Carrie, she says. C-A-R-R-I-E. Not Cherry.

Luke bares his teeth in an unabashedly filthy, cheeky licorice grin, and says—

"You think you're too good for our candy? I dare you to kiss Reggie. He's the sweetest thing around, and you'll change your tune soon enough. If not, you'll at least be putting your money where your mouth is."

What. The fuck. What's he doing?!

Reggie grips the edge of the fountain.

Sure, she's beautiful, and fiery, and maybe there was some truth to what Luke had said about women who can kick your ass and maybe he can't stop staring at her prim-petal-thorn-pricked mouth—

"It sounds like you want to kiss him," Carrie shoots back, tossing her golden curls dismissively. She ought to be cold in that dress, but the fury that tinges the tops of her ears red must be keeping her warm. "I'd rather kiss a dog. It'd be cleaner."

Luke tsks, shaking his head.

He's very good at pissing people off. She bristles even more as he continues.

"For the record, I already have. He'd probably ruin you on all of those boring, proper prince charming types with their chaste little post-date pecks. But if you're scared and you want to keep living in your drab little cookie-cutter world—"

She growls, springing up and striding over to Reggie with all the grace of a lioness.

She fists the front of his shirt and hauls him free of the fountain and right into a kiss. Their mouths meld with scorching intensity, harsh and deep and she's definitely getting lipstick all over his face.

Fuck, but it's good. He can't help but melt into it, clutching her waist, and she makes a needy noise low in her throat, snaring his bottom lip between her teeth. He buries an equally embarrassing sound in her mouth, and when she releases him, chest heaving, wild-eyed and face smeared like a starving thing, he dives back in to kiss her again. She claws at his back and runs her tongue over his teeth and he'd let her wound him a dozen times over.

A low whistle reminds them that they have an audience, and when they whirl on their friends, they're all watching them with similarly amused expressions.

The golden boy—Alex—starts to speak, but he doesn't get any further than "okay" before Carrie growls again.

"Oh, shut up! Yes, you were right. At least I've actually kissed the greaseball I like."

Willie swoops in before Alex can curl in on himself, offering to fix that, and Luke looks like the cat that got the canary, smirking at everyone as he munches on his last piece of licorice. Reggie clears his throat, turning back to Carrie.

"I don't put just anything in my hair, you know. I splurge for the good shit. And I love to shower, along with the occasional bath. Most greasers aren't actually, like—greasy. I'm not a burger."

Her lips twitch with the hint of a smile. She still looks disheveled, and he aches to kiss her again, to press her into the backseat of his car before it finally gives up the ghost, to mess her up more. She gives him a real smile, then, one with a glimmer of teeth, as if she knows. They're also stained with lipstick, and it's sort of driving him crazy.

"I could go for a burger. Maybe a milkshake. I'm in the mood for something sweet, after all."

As it turns out, her death glare is great for killing any judgemental stares, though she does level Reggie with the latter when he stirs their milkshake with some licorice.

She still keeps kissing him, though.

#jatp sweet tarts #reggie x carrie #kiss prompts #this got so long and I don't know where it came from #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

[moaserendipity]

Love in the air EP10 Messy Review

Helloooo my fellow LITA lovers! okay, I am sorry for that but did I lie about the Lover part, don't think so. Today I am back with another messy review. I must say that I loved this episode a lot, it was a lot lighter and I liked that, anyway I won't bother you with my crazy talk, so let's dive into Ep10.

We left off with Pai doing Sky's laundry because Sky was sick, well we are back in Sky's dorm because our poor baby is still sick and Pai stuck with him. I love how Pai talks to his dad and the way he asked for a leave to take care of his "boyfriend" and the way Sky briefly wakes up and feels confused to see Pai standing there and then the way Sky pushed Pai away because well it's Sky. It's the way he sweetly talks to Sky that I just love and then that flashback where we see Sky engrossed in his usual nightmare, istg my heart cries for him everytime we see this. The way sleeping is horrible for him but I love how Pai held him and told him he wouldn't let him go and that he is right here, ugh...my heart. the realisation when Sky woke up and the way he threw himself into Pai's arms, I really want Pai to hold him forever, our Sky

ugh, Pai, this is not the time to tease him but maybe it is? I don't know maybe approaching this with a bit of humor can help? also, Pai's high libido is going to be trouble for him mainly because Sky is sick, control yourself.

Sky really is a work-o-holic isn't he, this baby doesn't know how to stop unless someone makes him, even when sick he only wants to work, thank goodness that Pai is there to prevent this, getting better is priority number one Sky!!

I love how we get to see how Pai takes care of Sky and the way sky slowly starts to warm up to him, this is so much better tbh. I mean I love the "Tom&Jerry" kind of relationship because it's fun but I prefer this. That huge wall is slowly coming down. You can see that Sky is struggling though because he probably doesn't understand why Pai is taking care of him, or maybe he does but just doesn't believe it, which makes it a bit sad tbh because Sky is the sweetest. The way he wants to accept his care but also reluctant(is this the right word?) because he thinks he still just wants sex. I do love how Pai speaks his mind when Sky tells him he can leave now as he is feeling better. I mean his intentions are clear at least for me but again Sky thinks he wants sex and Pai clearly tells him "that he still doesn't know what he wants then"

Pai's honesty is so important because I feel like he has to explain himself a lot with Sky and not because Sky is dumb but because he wont belive him but all Pai wants is his attention and to pursue him. It's such a change to be honest and I am here for it. also Sky's face when he said that, ughhh... this boy us slowly falling and then that cute kiss on the cheek, it's just seriously such a progress and I am just feeling proud of him.

ahhh my Payu, ugh where to get a man like that, again... Damn it for Rain for getting him first!!! xD

THERE WE HAVE THE SCUMBAG THAT HURT OUR SKY!!! I really hope they aren't friends. I want to slap him hard but I can not. I am a bit scared though because remember Payu saying you can bet everything at the racetrack.....I really really really hope Pai isn't going to do something stupid. Also the moment Pai finds out that he is the scumbag that hurt Sky......insert evil laugh, he will get hurt badly that's for sure.

Ahhh the last cheer, the tying bracelet thingy, I love that if I can be honest. The way they tell Sky to stay put and don't move a muscle, it's too cute. Friends like that are awesome. Yeah Sky, You did so much already, let your friends take care of the rest and just relax.

Our Pai is coming through by taking care of Sky, such a sweetheart. I really love how he changed from playboy to this. Who would stay seated for a couple of hours to let his "boyfriend" lean on him to sleep.. Gosh making me jealous once again. Even Pai didn't expect himself like this, which makes it even better.

Then the rope tying starts and I'm sorry but my attention went to Payu & Rain because HELLOOO, Payu do we need to be this close but then again if Rain was mine, I would do the same, this boy is too cute for his own good.

Pai's smile though while looking at Sky and the way Sky keeps looking at Pai, we feel things are really shifting right!!? It's amazing and then after the ceremony the way Pai tells him just to show it if he happy and the way Pai had an error when Sky actually smiled broadly at him without any sarcasm or annoyance, just pure joy. Even my heart felt that smile.

We are back at the dorm and as Sky is sleeping, our man with a high libido has issues again. I get it though, I mean Sky what are you looking seducing for with your leg like that.... When Pai leans in though Sky opens his eyes and at first I can't help but to see a bit of fear in them but also expectantance, like will he or not? the way he says in a small voice "Are you going to jump me?" ugh my heart and the way Pai tells him he will use the bathroom, this made me chuckle though...

Sky's revelatiuon though... Yeah you wanted him to kiss you, my dear man you are falling slowly but steadily for him.

Date time, Those cakes look amazing...lol the way he brought up that Payu brought him here and the way Pai reacts, which makes him clarify that it was with Rain. Ahhh not cool Sky, don't push Pai towards that lovely woman, because that is not what he wants at all!!! That confession though from Pai, lol that was not necessary at all but Sky kind of liked that he stepped into the trap that he didn't even set. I love those little smiles from Sky.

Ugh Joy, the nosy landlord, I don't like that because it makes Sky uncomfortable. The way Pai turns away because he can't hold in his smile..

yeah Pai I think you should get used to his meanness although I don't think Pai minds it and think it's rather cute. Sky is not even stopping him from entering anymore, this is progress. I love how Pai always wants to be close to Sky and that Sky kind of accepts it without letting him get disturbed from his work too much. The teasing continues and the way Sky pulls out the stanley knife

....this is something that I would do as well...awwwww see that cute smile, he is totally smitten with Pai.

What is he writing down, i need to know!!!! It must be about Pai as he clearly gets caught. Okay but the drawing on the hands, it's to sweet!!!! The way Sky loves it...

I love how Pai doesn't leave and even gets food in the meantime. Sky is finally curious about Pai's life, this is such progress, and the way he opens up about himself as well, and those little smiles. he is finally enjoying Pai's company, this is the best!! I love how Sky asks Pai not to call him nong Sky, it's important I feel. I am proud of him! OMG, THE WAY PAI TELLS HIM HE WILL WAIT UNTIL HE IS READY!!!!!! I am here for it!!

I can not wait to see their progress next week, I mean it's clear as day whom is tired of waiting, I can not wait to see how that unfolds, let's have a happy episode without too much angst!!

#my messy review #love in the air ep10 #skyprapai #fort thitipong #peat wasuthorn #fortpeat #i loved this episode! #can't wait for the next one!!!

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Three Ships of All Time:

Ed/Stede: I mean, no question. They haunt my every hour. I love their love with all my might, mind, and soul. Because of them I'm writing for the first time in decades. Overly verbose meta! Fic of dubious quality! I'm all in, baby!

Clark Kent/Lex Luthor (Smallville): I can't not. I still think of these boys on the regular. True story - I turned in some CLex fanfic I had written with the names swapped for aliases for my final project for my senior creative writing seminar in English, because my prof was the kind of jackass who had "poet" listed as his specialty on his office door but couldn't recognize haikus when I submitted them earlier in the class, and I was damned if I was going to waste my time on something new for him instead of focusing on my senior thesis in psychology. I got As on both ;). Also, my wife and I met by writing CLex fan fic together. We will have been 20 years in March.

Juno Steel/Peter Nureyev (Penumbra Podcast): Hardboiled enby space detective with crippling insecurities that they mask with hypercompetency and witty quips? and their complicated homme-fatale master thief sometimes-lover? This show seriously ticks all my boxes.

First Ever Ship:

The Baroness/Destruo (G.I. Joe): I'd say this was a tie with my Lady J/Duke/Flint/Scarlett love-quadrangle, but I honestly don't remember whether that was in the text of the show, or just the shows I'd stage for myself with my brother's action figures. What can I say? I started shipping young. My 3rd grade teacher commented on one of my writing assignments that I should write soap operas when I grew up.

Last Song:

Burning by Alcazar. Sometimes a girl just wants to dance alone in her living room.

Last Film:

Free Guy. Guilty pleasure. Comfort movie.

Currently Reading:

Aunts Aren't Gentlemen by P.G. Wodehouse. Guilty pleasure. Comfort author. Wodehouse is my brain candy, my absolute fav. author (yes, I know I said 'House of Leaves' by Danielewski is my fav. book. I'm complicated), and I rarely go more than a few months without a re-read. This isn't one of my all-time faves, but it's delightful nonetheless and it's been awhile since I read it last. Bertie retires to the peace of a simple country living at the urgings of his doctor after coming down with a minor rash, but still manages to get himself tangled up in crime due to the machinations of his Aunt Dahlia and accidentally engaged to a local stunner against his will. Jeeves/Wooster would have made it into my OTP list above except Jeeves would never permit himself the liberty. :(

(Except, hear me out - "Jeeves and the Tie that Binds" was the American release of "Much Obliged, Jeeves", and is identical except for the ending, in which Jeeves reveals that he destroyed the pages enumerating Bertie's peccadillos from the Junior Ganymede club book - FOR WHICH HE COULD BE BLACKBALLED FROM THE CLUB -, because he doesn't want anyone but him to ever be Bertie's gentleman's personal gentleman but him, because there is a "tie that binds" them. I mean to say, really!)

Currently Watching:

The Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir. Look. I have a 10-year-old. He loved ladybugs as a toddler so we started watching the show together when he was wee based on the title alone. But it's actually SO GOOD. And the new season recently dropped on Disney +. I get to talk to my kid about how it's a metaphor for how bad actors in the world exploit feelings of fear and isolation to radicalize otherwise normal people to their destructive agendas? And how there's real heroics to be found in community organization and creative problem solving? And about issues of consent, both romantic and platonic?

But also I have OPINIONS and SHIPS, and I'm DYING to talk to someone who is NOT my child about how Nathalie just SLAMMED Gabriel face down on the kitchen counter and leaned over him to hiss in his ear about how he betrayed her and I am IN TO IT, but I will NOT go anywhere near the fandom because I don't need the drama of being in a kid-show fandom as a full-ass adult. Send help.

Currently Consuming:

Some cucumber/lemon-infused water.

Currently Craving:

I mean, other than another grown-ass person to indulge my not-kid-friendly thoughts about a superhero cartoon? Feeling pretty satiated, thanks!

Tagging:

If you're down for it, my v. dears - @nicnacsnonsense @tisziny @chocolatepot @the-orange-in-red-silk @wearfinethingsalltoowell @okayestokapi @asneakyfox @batsarebetterthanpeople @red-sky-in-mourning and anyone else who feels so inclined ;)

[elvendara]

Sugar and Spice Day 3

July 14th

Rock concert (Rockstar/Fan)

“Five minutes till curtains up!” the man ran backstage shouting over the din. Saeran expected a knock on his door shortly and sure enough, it came. Without waiting for an answer, the man opened the door to let him know the time limit. Saeran locked eyes with him through the mirror and nodded.

Once the door was again closed, he stared at himself. He’d long ago bleached his hair white to differentiate himself from his twin. Saeyoung worked in the shadows, it wouldn’t do to have a famous brother who looked exactly like him. He also utilized colored lenses. It served two purposes, he didn’t need to wear glasses, in fact, his fans didn’t even know he needed them, and the mint green was a stark contrast to his regular, amber-colored eyes. The pink tips were a more recent addition, but he liked them.

Black eyeliner was expertly applied, years of practice making it almost effortless. He took a sponge and smudged it, giving himself that perfect edgy look. The earrings were already in, silver crosses dangling on each side of his face. Ironic really, considering he didn’t believe in God. The thick black silver studded collar was snuggly around his neck as was the matching cuff around his right wrist. He stood and grabbed his leather jacket, sliding it on and glancing into the full-length mirror he had been given in his dressing room. He was comfortable in this persona. The music had been a way for him to deal with his life. Writing down his anger, confusion, and loneliness was a way to get it out of him. It became bigger than him pretty quickly and he found that hiding behind rock stardom meant he didn’t have to answer any real questions about his true self. It worked. Except it kept him lonely and alone. He’d come to terms with spending the rest of his life that way. It was easier than imagining being real with someone. Who could ever love the real him anyway?

He smirked at his reflection as he laced up his biker boots. Time to bring the house down!

..

He was soaked in sweat but didn’t feel tired. In fact, he felt invigorated, like every time he finished a concert. Feeding off the audience was one of the biggest perks to his career. Someone handed him a towel and he wiped his face with it.

“Great show Saeran!” one of the concert coordinators told him. She held a tablet to her chest and had a handful of fans behind her. Five doe eyed girls and one shy looking boy. Well, now that he looked closer, he was definitely a man, close to his own age. He looked sheepish being with the teenaged groupies. “These are the VIP’s for tonight’s afterparty. Thought I’d introduce you before you change.”

“Nice! Great to meet you, I’m glad we’ll be hanging out tonight. Hope you have a good time. Congrats on winning the backstage passes.” He regurgitated. There wasn’t always an afterparty but there were some special guests, rich, who had paid for the whole thing, so he’d been pressed to oblige them with an appearance. He hated the politics of being famous, but he did love his fans. It was because of them that he could enjoy what he did. If it was up to him, he’d fill the party with fans and not rich entitled groupies. He knew he would spend the night fending off offers to ‘get to know each other better’ all night.

“Oh my GOD! It’s really you!”

“Wow! You’re so HOT!”

“Ahhh, my friends are never gonna believe this!”

The girls were just cookie cutter versions of every other girl he’d seen. He couldn’t blame them; it’s how they sold his image. The man looked embarrassed; he wouldn’t even look him in the eye. He took the chance to check him out. He appeared to be a tad shorter than himself, with blond hair and pink clips holding back his bangs. He wore one of his concert shirts and tight-fitting skinny jeans. His nails were painted alternating pink and black with the black ones having his band’s logo on it, a mint green eye. So he really was a fan. Cute too.

“Uh, well, like the lady said, I have to go get changed for the party, I’ll see you all there. And be sure to grab your swag bags before you leave, don’t let them rip you off there! There’s a CD with a snippet of some of our new songs.” He winked and walked off. There was a lot of oohing and ahhing as he left.

He took a quick shower and dressed in a ripped black T-shirt, black jeans and his biker boots, putting all his accessories back on and reapplying his eyeliner. Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked out to the convention center next to the arena. Of course he wasn’t alone, he had security that surrounded him and paparazzi snapping pics as he made his way to the party. They screamed questions at him that he didn’t answer, he smirked, the signature look the media had come to know him by. Surrounded by so many yet feeling so alone. Making it next door took longer than it should have because of the circus around him, but make it he did.

Once he was inside he was taken by the arm by the coordinator who had introduced him to the fans, he couldn’t remember her name but she seemed nice enough. At least she didn’t flirt with him like other women did and took her job seriously.

“You’re here, great, first you should go say hi to the Han family, they’re the ones footing the bill for this afterparty, then you can have a few minutes with the fans before talking to some reporters…”

“Whoah.” He stopped in his tracks and could swear she left skid marks with her heels she’d been going so fast. “I want more than just a few minutes with those fans, and who are all these people anyway?” He saw his bandmates and some of the roadies, but everyone else was a stranger.

“Nobody you need to worry about, uh, I’ll see what I can do with the schedule.” She seemed frazzled but clicked away on her tablet while heading off again. He assumed he should follow, so he did.

“Mr. Han, I appreciate you taking the time and effort for this function.” Saeran greeted the elderly man.

“Ah, of course of course, anything for my new bride!” he had his arm around a young woman who was clearly less than half his age. The rumors about C&R’s head were obviously true. Standing on his other side was a tall and elegant man who appeared to wish he was anywhere but here. He’d seen that face plastered on magazines of all sorts. The heir apparent, Director of C&R, Jumin Han. They nodded respectfully at each other, Saeran feeling sorry for the man and having to deal with his father’s escapades, but the old man seemed like a descent sort. After a few minutes of his ‘wife’ fawning all over him, making him feel uncomfortable, the coordinator pulled him away. He was thankful to her for saving him.

She escorted him towards a section in the back, past all the dancing and the loud music, that was closed off. The music was still loud but at least he could hear himself think. In the section the fans sat, eating and drinking snacks on the coffee table. They all stood up and rushed him. Well, the girls did, touching him and giggling. Where were their parents? They didn’t look old enough to be out. They sat him down and pressed against him. The blond man sat to the side in a chair and continued to sip his cola and eat the snacks, sneaking a look now and then. He wished he could just be alone with him and have a conversation. At least he wouldn’t try to crawl on his lap like these girls seemed to want to do. Well, maybe he wouldn’t mind if the blond tried that.

After about 30 minutes, which felt like a lifetime, the coordinator gathered up the girls and took them out. It was past midnight and he guessed he had been right about their age, couldn’t have minors out at all hours of the night. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It felt like they had leached some of his life force out and he was drained.

“I guess that happens all the time to you huh?”

Saeran sat up abruptly, how could he have forgotten about the blond?

“Sorry, I’ll go if you want to be alone.” He stood and Saeran panicked.

“NO!” he stood, banging his knee on the coffee table, sending him on his ass back on the sofa. He grabbed at the knee, eyes scrunched, “Ow ow ow…”

“Let me see.” Suddenly there was a presence by him as the blond sat beside him, his fingers touching his knee. Because of the ripped jeans, it was easy to see his skin in that area. “Doesn’t look so bad, at least you didn’t break the skin. You’ll have a hell of a bruise though.” The blond raised his gaze to Saeran and he finally got to see the full view. Wow, those eyes knocked him out, was that color even natural? Maybe he was wearing amethyst-colored lenses like what he himself wore. His face was kind, a soft pink flush growing across his cheeks and bridge of his nose. It was adorable.

“Ah, that was really stupid of me. But…I’m glad you didn’t leave. We didn’t even get a chance to chat.” Saeran tried to regain his coolness but found he couldn’t seem to be bothered to try and act in front of this man. “Uh, what’s your name?”

“Yoosung. Don’t have to ask yours I guess.” He smiled, lighting up the entire room.

“Yoosung…I like it.”

“Thanks. I…uh…like you. I mean…I…your music…I…I…like your music…and…uh…I”

Saeran laughed and waved off Yoosung’s explanation.

“So you’re a fan huh? And what…a doctor?” he asked, placing his foot on the ground gently, still rubbing his knee.

“Not quite. But I am going to medical school. And yes, a BIG fan!” his eyes got large, as did his smile. “Your songs spoke to me when I was at a really low point. I don’t know, it felt like you knew what I was going through and understood my pain.” The smile faltered as his thoughts went back to those days. Saeran reached out and placed his hand on Yoosung’s, yes, he knew what it was like to be in pain, he could see it in his eyes.

Their eyes met, an understanding passing between them.

#my posts #fic #Yooran #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #mysme #mystic messenger #Sugar and Spice #Day 3 #July 14th #OK #I know these are supposed to be Saeran as Spice #but damn if he isn't the sweetest baby boi! #He just wants to be loved!

[blvshybangtan]

inspired by another post i saw a while ago, but i simply cannot find it again :/

BTS as Your Submissive Boyfriends

kim namjoon

big, buff, and perfect for domming

leather. lots and lots of leather

doesn't matter who's wearing it

gloves, skirts, tops– joon wants it all

using his belt to keep his big hands up and out of the way

chokers? around joon's thick neck?

yes please. i know a choking kink man when i see one.

deep chest rumbling and moaning– so very hot.

loves when you drag your nails down his body, his dick included

loves it even more when you leave welts

ma'am kink all the way

lives to please you

kim seokjin

either the sweetest, bestest boy or a brat hand-picked by the devil himself

and there's no in-between.

doesn't matter how he acts though

he still moans beautifully for you

those thick, gorgeous lips?

please fuck his face

no gag reflexes in this house

not so much into bondage

pin him down instead

takes overstim like a fucking champ

will probably beg you for more

will pout if not given a sufficient amount of kisses throughout the scene

min yoongi

how kinky shit gets is based entirely around yoongi's mood

if he's in a bad mood, he'll let you do literally anything to him

rope, gags, dildos, vibrators, the whole nine yards– he'll take it.

if he's feeling lazy or tired, he'll just ask you to ride him or something.

gets shy when you call him nicknames

"who's my cute boy?" "ah, don't call me that– it's embarrassing.."

he refuses to admit it: he's totally into bondage

the agust d and daechwita mv's were enough to prove your point

hands behind his back is always a favorite of both of yours

won't wear the cat ears OR the maid dress no matter how much you beg him :/

s t u d i o s e x

he knows you only show up to the genius lab to give him food or because you're horny.

jung hoseok

PRAISE WHORE

eats up cutesy nicknames like a bowl of kimchi fried rice

and he will get sad if you don't praise him enough during a scene.

SO very vocal

LOVES your mouth

wants it anywhere and everywhere– his lips, his body, his dick, even his ass

eat this man out like a 5-course meal

bondage KING right here, folks

ropes, harnesses, you name it

PLEASE use them on him

he wants you to bend and contrort his body til he damn near breaks.

leave him hogtied on his tummy and make him get off on your thigh.

park jimin

SUGAR BABY MATERIAL

loves to make noise– obsessed with anything that jingles when he moves

collars with bells or big dangly earrings, he wants you to know the very second he enters the room.

the prettiest moans and whines

chim loves making his plump lips even prettier with lip gloss

but he also wants you to ruin it

if there isn't glitter smeared down his torso, he doesn't want it.

your kinks are his kinks– he's into anything you are.

less into traditional rope bondage, but he'll never say no to a pair of handcuffs.

the DUALITY of this man

either wants to be treated like the softest boy on earth, with tender kisses and gentle praise, as if he'll break with the lightest touch

or wants you to pound him into the mattress, not only bruising his body but also his pride, calling him the filthiest names and maybe leaving some scars.

kim taehyung

the goodest of boys

slap on a pair of fuzzy ears and maybe a tail plug, and you're set with the most well behaved puppy.

sometimes nonverbal, but his body language will tell you everything you need to know.

best part of this eager pup? his equally eager tongue

laps you up like a starved man, and won't stop until he gets his favorite treat; your cum all over his face

breeding kink? ABSOLUTELY.

riding him while he shakes and whines from the overstimulation

"c'mon, good boy, pump me full with your pups."

but it also goes the other way

him crying and whimpering as you abuse his hole with your strap (doggy style, of course) and pull on his leash

either he doesn't speak at all, or he's the most talkative pup on the planet

"m-master! is tae tae good boy?!"

jeon jungkook

soft face, hard body

just wants to be your best boy

he likes sex like he likes his workouts– testing his stamina and endurance

which means teasing and denying him for hours on end with no end in sight

but he gets so needy and whiny, you almost feel bad ... almost

you know he's close to his breaking point when he starts begging, all teary eyed and sensitive

you also know that he loves the torture all the same

leave him tied up to the bed, blindfolded, with a pretty ring on his cock and a vibrator up his ass

he'll be a beautiful mess within the hour

and if you really wanna push him, put some clamps on his nipples and tug on the chain

the pain is almost as powerful as the pleasure, and he wouldn't have it any other way

he'll need a looong nap after you finish

#bts smut #sub bts #sub namjoon #sub seokjin #sub yoongi #sub hoseok #sub jimin #sub taehyung #sub jungkook #dom reader

[qillmhi]

So I'm like... Never a fan of the 'Imma kill my bros for u' kind of scenario especially since I very much love all the turtle bros, so here's my version of an obsessive lover 2012 Mikey!

🖤🧡🐢

Dark!2012!Mikey x Reader

-Michelangelo is the youngest out of the four turtle brothers, so he was easily the most childish and energetic one, much to his older brothers' annoyance.

-He was loud yet small. Just a few inches shorter than you. A social butterfly, but can be oblivious to most things.

-Mikey may not be the smartest turtle, but he does have own way of getting what he wants.

-And he has his eyes dead set on you.

-When he first realised his crush on you, he openly welcomed it with zero resistance. It felt great being in love so why should he deny it?

-He loves expressing himself so there was little to no filter when he's showing you his love.

-"(y/n)~!!!!" Mikey threw his arms around you "I missed you so much!!!!!" He cried in excitement rubbing his cheek on yours.

-You laughed at the youngest turtle and placed your hand on his head "Mikey! I just went for a glass of water!"

-"Yeah! But you took sooooo long so I still missed you!"

-He would be all over you. Wherever you go, Mikey is expected to be following close behind.

-Sometimes without your knowledge.

-Whenever his brothers weren't looking, he would slip by to your apartment to watch you sleep.

-But he did it to make sure you're safe! Don't worry!

-He would always be the first one to tackle you as soon as your foot entered the lair. Then proceed to trap you in a cuddling session with him for hours before anyone could get to you.

-"Oof--!"

-"Dibs on (y/n)!!!!"

-"Ow--Mikey!!" You groaned in protest.

-"No time to talk dudette! Look--" He held up a glowing flower watch "--it's hug time!"

-You squinted your eyes at the familiar looking gadget "Did you force Donnie to make you that hug-watch thing from the Trolls movie?"

-"Maybe~!" Mikey avoided your eyes "So hug time...?"

-Physical contact is his love langauge! Mikey's insides would be all mushy and gushy if you respond to them even the slightest bit. And if you return the favor? This little boy will melt into your arms!

-When you do ask him to let you go, he would just simply say "Nope!" popping the 'p' then proceed to tuck himself below your chin.

-"Awwh come on!!"

-Everytime he feels your soft hands scratching his shell, he immediately starts churring in delight. You thought it was cute, so you'd pat him in the head which made him even more happy!

-He can't help it! Mikey is just obsessed with how soft and plush you feel against his skin! He would definitely glue himself on you if you'd allow him to.

-"You are so squishy~!" Mikey mumbled against your shoulder while hugs you from behind for the nth time today.

-You flicked his forehead earning yourself a small 'ow' "And you are a big baby."

-You didn't mind his clinginess thankfully. It was just Mikey being cute as always. For real how can you resist this baby?

-He's loves it when you give your full attention to him. But if you're talking to someone else, he would just simply have an arm over your shoulders. Silently brooding towards the intruder, giving them a silent warning.

-If the boy isn't hugging you or initiating some kind of physical contact with you, he would be content holding the hem of your shirt or any kind of clothing you own (he may or may not have kept a few in his room that he may or may not have been using as a pillowcase to cuddle). Something that became a norm whenever he's at your apartment and you preparing both of your meals.

-Damn he loves your food! It was then only food he worships other than pizza! He especially loves watching you cook. Like an angel preparing to give him heaven.

-Speaking of Heaven.

-This orange fluff have TONS of pictures of you saved in his phone. If you ever made the mistake of sleeping in the lair, this guy is just snapping pictures of you in every possible angle. Sideways? Upside down? Close up? Bird's eye view? They all made you look perfect!

-His wallpaper is a selfie of you and him enjoying your home made chocolate icecream pizza that you made just for him. Aren't you just the sweetest? He considers that as your first date even though you two aren't official.... yet.

-I mean you made that treat just for him so it must mean that you return his feelings right?

-As time went by, his little crush for you grew into something more.

-You were starting to see his brothers and your other friends a little less and him and little more.

-It was just Mikey. Only Mikey.

-Just the way he likes it

-Everyday you'd wake up and find him cuddled up to you. When you ask him what he's doing he would just look up at you with his innocent baby blue eyes and say "But cupcake! I'm cold and you're suuuuper comfy~!" Cue those puppy dog eyes and you're 100% powerless.

-He would bring you all sorts of goodies like food, favourite drinks, movies, videogames--anything he could carry just for you!

You couldn't say that you didn't like the attention. Mikey is just so sweet especially whenever he brings little trinkets saying "They reminded me of you!" With that adorable freckled smile of his! It just makes you blush every time.

His innocent sweet smile just melts through your heart!

His brothers thought it was weird when he's always out and about after training and patrolling. But hey! The lair is a lot more quiet and Donnie doesn't have to worry about his stuff being broken anymore. Besides they knew you, you were a great friend so they trust you.

After a while you started to miss your friends. Having Mikey around was fun but you wanted to see what the other guys are up to these days.

One day you decided to visit everyone in the lair with pizza and had a great time chatting and playing with the turtle brothers. Oddly enough Mikey wasn't there.

But he was. Mikey was there. Hidden in the dark corners of the lair. Not even his brothers noticed him. His smile was gone. His eyes were dark as he kept himself one with the shadows, silent as a ghost.

He didn't like the way you were smiling with other people. Of course he was fine with letting you talk to his brothers sometimes, but still there were some boundaries to be made.

"Mine..." Michelangelo silently growls.

Although he doesn't favor this image of you with other people, he does take pride in the way your eyes would flicker to his bedroom door every now and then. Good. Very good.

Finally it was time for you to go. He immediately left. Time to take action.

When you got home you saw your favorite orange turtle curled up on the floor sobbing. Your heartached at the sight of the big crocodile tears falling from his face.

-You dropped down on your knees and asked him what was wrong.

-"I was waiting for you here all day b-but you didn't come home... you left me.." He cried miserably "I-I understand... if you don't want to h-hang out with me anymore... no one really wants to. I p-promise won't bother you anymore.." Mikey sniffed then left before you can get a word out.

-That was three days ago and you haven't seen Mikey since. He stopped visiting, stopped replying to your calls or texts. He was just gone.

-You realized just how much you loved having the small orange ninja around. Your home became cold and lonely. You started to miss him terribly.

-You went back to the lair, ignoring the others as you went straight for Mikey's room and knocked on his door.

-Mikey opened the door for just a crack. His eyes were red from crying. He looked absolutely miserable, but you pushed the door open and pulled him into a hug.

-You apologized to Mikey. You told him that it wasn't your intention to make him sad or feel neglected. That you loved having him around you.

-Mikey hugged you back of course. He closed his bedroom door to give you both privacy while you continued to hold him tight.

-He nuzzled his snout on your chest and told you he missed you too.

-Your soul ached when his shoulders started to shake. You placed your cheek on his head with your hand on his shell to calm your crying turtle.

-Except he wasn't.

-Mikey's smile was as wide as it could ever be. His eyes held a victorious sinister glow as he felt his entire body shake from excitement when he as in your addicting scent.

-Mikey was a good liar.

-He didn't mean to make you this sad. But he had to in order to make you come to him.

-And believe me when I say those three days of not seeing you was torture to him. Sure he had a folder full of your pictures saved on his phone (and his cuddle pillow) but it just can't compare to the real thing.

-But it was worth it though.

-He already had you right where he wanted you. He just needs to give you a little more push for you to confess your love for him and you two will be happy together forever!

-He knew he couldn't keep you to himself. You would surely retaliate if he forces you.

-But that doesn't mean he can't push you into making you claim him as yours instead.

-Oh how it feels so good to be in your love and care again!

-Mikey started churring as he pulled you even closer.

-Yeah Mikey definitely wasn't the smartest.

-But he's definitely the most cunning.

-And he would do anything to have you.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt imagine #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2k12 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #tmnt