#RIP mikey he feels left out

[nerves-nebula]

Made a meme 4 u

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[chadobi]

“Heavy Lies the Mask”

Bayverse Leonardo x Reader

Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Argument, Romantic Tension

Warnings: Emotional vulnerability, arguing, slight swearing, comfort, Leo being a stubborn emotionally constipated turtle

The lair was too quiet.

The kind of quiet that followed a verbal explosion, with everyone retreating to their corners to nurse bruised egos and emotions. You could still feel the burn of the tension that had ripped through the team earlier like a live wire. Donatello was holed up in his lab. Mikey hadn’t even tried to be funny when you passed him. Raph had punched a hole in the wall. Again.

And Leonardo was in the dojo, alone.

You stood in the doorway, watching him go through his katas—fluid, sharp, angry. Every movement was just a bit too aggressive. Every strike snapped like a whip, like he was trying to beat the air into submission.

“Rough night?” you asked, leaning against the frame.

He didn’t look at you. “Go home, Y/N.”

“No.”

His jaw twitched. “I’m not in the mood right now.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you said, walking in. “You yelled at your brothers like they were soldiers in a boot camp. Even Mikey looked scared, and that never happens.”

“They weren’t taking anything seriously,” Leo snapped, stopping mid-swing. “Do you want to tell me how I’m supposed to plan a patrol when Raph argues with everything, Donnie keeps fact-checking me, and Mikey acts like it’s a damn game?”

“They’re trying, Leo. You just didn’t give them a chance to breathe.”

“I gave them direction,” he said stiffly, “and they threw it in my face.”

You crossed your arms. “That’s because you gave orders, not guidance. There’s a difference.”

He turned, finally looking at you—and his eyes were sharp. “So now this is my fault?”

“I didn’t say that,” you shot back. “But maybe you should stop acting like the only one whose opinion matters. You talk like they’re below you.”

“I am the leader.”

“Yeah? Then act like it.” Your voice rose before you meant it to. “Because right now you’re acting like a dictator who’s pissed nobody bowed down.”

Leo’s shoulders rose with a sharp inhale. “You have no idea what kind of pressure I’m under. I have to keep them safe. I have to think ten steps ahead so that one of them doesn’t get stabbed, or shot, or caught—”

“You think they don’t know that?” you snapped. “You think they don’t feel the same fear every time they go topside? You’re not the only one putting your life on the line, Leo. But you act like their safety is all on you. That’s not leadership. That’s martyrdom.”

The words hung in the air like broken glass, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, more quietly, you said, “You’re their leader. Not their boss. They follow you because they trust you, not because they’re forced to.”

He exhaled, like the words deflated something in him.

“I’m trying,” he said finally. “But if I don’t take control, everything falls apart.”

“No,” you said, stepping closer, voice softer now. “If you don’t let go, you fall apart. And they need you whole, Leo. Not just standing, but present. Human.”

“I’m not—”

“You know what I mean.”

He looked away, jaw clenched tight, like he hated how right you sounded. Like it hurt to be seen this clearly.

You reached out and gently touched his arm. “I know you carry more than your share. I see how hard you try. But you push everyone away when things get tough—including me.”

That hit deeper than you expected. His gaze flicked back to you, and something raw surfaced in his expression.

“I didn’t mean to push you away,” he said, voice barely audible. “But I can’t let myself fall apart. If I do, who’s left to keep us together?

“You don’t have to be made of stone to be strong, Leo.” You stepped closer, reaching for his hand. “You can lean on people. On me.”

He looked down at your intertwined fingers, something shifting behind his eyes. Shame, maybe. Gratitude. A little fear.

“I don’t know how to do that,” he admitted. “Not really.”

You smiled faintly. “Good news: you don’t have to know. You just have to try.”

He let out a long breath, like he’d been holding it for days. Then, slowly, his fingers curled around yours.

“I really screwed things up tonight,” he murmured.

“Not beyond fixing,” you said gently. “But you should talk to them. Not as their leader. As their brother.”

He nodded. A pause, then: “Do you think they hate me right now?”

“They’re pissed,” you said honestly. “But they love you. That’s why it hurts when you act like this. You matter too much to them.”

Leo swallowed hard and glanced at you again. His expression had softened—no longer that tightly-wound leader you’d walked in on. Just Leo. A little lost, but not alone.

“Do you hate me?” he asked quietly.

You stepped forward and gently rested your forehead against his. “Not even a little,” you whispered. “But don’t make me fight you just to be there for you, okay?”

He chuckled softly—a small, tired sound. “I’ll try.

“Good.” You kissed the edge of his jaw, light and warm. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

[hai7ani]

Haitani Rindou is known to not be a very serious person.

There is nothing serious about him at all. He liaises with a bored look on his face, doesn't really attend executive meetings unless Mikey is there, and spends the rest of his days at his own club drowning in the girls, the music or the alcohol, and maybe letting off some steam by snatching away Sanzu's job.

But he is serious today. Angry, even.

The air is tense and it reeks of expensive European cologne when he steps one foot into the room. Briefcases filled with illegal substances welcomes his sight on the coffee table and tall stacks of cold, hard cash residing on his desk.

A man sits with one dirty shoe on his favourite British-imported sofa smoking a cigar, and Kokonoi Hajime on the opposite couch calm and collected.

There is also a girl crawling on all fours with a hot pink leash on her neck, tighter than a dog's collar.

Her skin glimmers under the dim lighting 一 with hints of blood that he could still recognise across her arms, but mostly with sweat. Her lips are pale, wobbly, and tears are pouring out of her sockets. Hurt and fear evident in her eyes.

She is you.

The dress that he got you 一 handpicked for you delicately 一 all ripped and torn and it barely clings onto your body anymore like it did all the time. You look like you're about to pass out anytime soon.

Haitani Rindou is filled with rage.

"Ah, Haitani! Just the man that I was looking for. Come, have a seat." The man invites with a huge menacing grin on his face, as he puts out the cigar on his expensive sofa.

It's my fucking office, you motherfucker.

Mario Ricci 一 he thinks it was, pauses counting the stacks of cash in his hands when Rindou does not move as he says. "Hmm?" He follows along his gaze which turns out to be stuck at you on the floor. His Italian accent is thick and heavy when he speaks, almost sounding like an ancient bard.

"I was passing through your halls and I saw this wonderful beauty standing right there, and I thought," he pauses, bending down slow to look at you.

"She'd be a perfect little mutt."

He tugs on the leash looped around his left hand, hard. His cologne fills up your nostrils from the distance and it is the only thing you can breathe in. More tears pool around your eyes as you cough 一 your throat is sore and the skin around it hurts. The buckle pushes hard against the side of your neck and he tugs another time.

"You wouldn't mind if I took this one home with me, yeah? You have plenty of sluts in your establishment already." There is a teasing glint in his eyes when he finally lets go, only to reach down and drag on your disheveled locks of hair.

He guides you like that 一 impatient and harsh 一 while you struggle with movement because you cannot look down at your hands, as you carefully crawl against the carpeted floor with your scalp red and painful.

You start sobbing again when he pulls away, and you lock eyes with the man that owns you, standing by the door.

There is fire in his eyes when he finally sees the picture that Mario painted for him. You're kneeling between his legs with two palms flat on the floor, catching your breath with uncontrollable drool dripping off your tongue.

Like a damn dog.

"God, she'd make a damn good slut. But I'm sure you already are during your time here, yeah, baby?" He taps on your cheek and swipes the drool away.

Your gaze is cloudy when you stare into Rindou's eyes. You're broken and battered. Your eyes no longer bright and shiny as when they used to admire him in the night, in his bed, when you'd draw your fingers along the lines and curves of his tattoos 一 they're filled with fear and you are so tired. You're shaking all around and you're so cold. You're a lot colder than what he's used to letting you feel. His fists tighten any more, deep in his pockets.

But he can still read you like an open book.

"This is a five million dollar deal." Kokonoi cuts in. "Can we be fucking serious? Just take the slut for free, Ricci. She's yours. We have more important things to talk about."

A quiet mewl escapes your throat when Mario grins, very satisfied with Kokonoi's words. You start to cry, begging, when he wraps a hand around your chin and bends down to give your cheek a wet kiss, disgustingly. You don't look away from Rindou the whole time.

Please don't give me away.

The sound of a gun clicking catches everyone's attention. You look him dead in the eye and he can hear you loud and clear.

"Fucking let her go."

Haitani Rindou isn't serious about a lot of things.

"Or I'll put a bullet through your throat and it'll be no deal for all of us."

But he is serious about you.

His own slut.

His favourite girl.

Sequel ⚕ Main masterlist

[joonipertree]

Pro-racer!Jiro x insecure!reader

drabble that started it all

the smut that isn't done yet but will be uploaded at some point

Thank u everyone who asked for a part 2, it motivated me a lot i hope u like this as much as i do!

When you heard the door of your apartment open, your body stiffened. It hadn't been that long since Mikey left, only 5 pm and he said he'd be back by ten so it confused you. But you didn't get up from under your blanket, didn't run out and hug him in greeting. You stayed silent and still, wondering maybe it was your imagination and then morbidly thinking an intruder got in. You wouldn't want an intruder to come in but Mikey just wasn't someone you wanted to see in that moment.

Your bedroom door opened, your ears already knowing it was coming from the footsteps that came before it. You had become a statue, closing your eyes in hopes that he'd think you're sleeping and move on.

Maybe he needed to pick something up? Maybe the work ended early? In your head, the possibility of him finding out about the picture and coming home because of it just didn't make sense. Because in that moment, your worth didn't add up into anything important.

Mikey didn't say anything, his feet pattered in and your side of the bed suddenly had a figure standing over it. Now, it would be very easy to become anxious aboutt an intruder, how maybe a demon was lurking over you. But Mikey's breathing was as familiar to you as your own. His footsteps had become something that you could pick out in a storm. His presence was enveloping even when a blanket was over you. You knew it was him and you hoped he didn't check to see if you were awake.

Then, a weight pressed you deeper into the softness of the bed, squishing your cheek into the pillow as all your sides were given a new source of heat. Mikey's cheek lay against your head, legs and arms sprawled to your sides and body completely on top of you. It wasn't the most comfortable but he wasn't that heavy in the first place so you weren't being crushed.

"I know you're awake, you think I can't tell my baby's breathing apart?" His voice came from besides your ear, deep and soft and gentle. You shivered involuntarily.

"You gonna show your pretty face or am I gonna have to rip the blanket off of you?"

You stayed still, not having an escape plan or a way to deescalate the situation. There really was no easy answer, so you stayed silent as if that would solve every issue known to man.

And of course, it was very easy for Mikey to peel away extra layer of protection. You felt the cold air hit your cheeks, your face taking the initiative to cover your eyes against the pillow so there would be no eye contact.

An exasperated sigh left Mikey’s lips but he was stubborn if anything so your body went deeper into the mattress from his body weight. He peppered you with kisses like he always did and your body relaxed under the onslaught of affection. Your head cleared for the first time in the last hour and every second you were in his presence was enough to assure you of his love. But the image of the comments flashed in your head, so easily. People saying that he and the model looked good together, that they would make a pretty couple, that it made sense. And as much as you wanted to deny it, you knew that there was a reason people were saying it. Of course there was, you had eyes. And the question that was begging to get out of you sat on your tongue like a weight. 

And with some difficulty, you unstuck your tongue from the roof of your mouth and spoke with every fiber of your body protesting against it. 

“Why are you dating me?”

The silence that followed was deafening and felt like a burial for your emotions. You didn’t know what you wanted him to say, second guessing your worries and your thoughts. Eating your words would have been easier, shutting up would probably keep the remnants of your relationship together. Of course, your relationship didn’t feel like it was on its last leg but love was blind wasn’t it? People hid secrets easily enough. And the question in your head wasn’t necessarily if he loved you but couldn’t he love someone better?

“Your laugh gets squeaky when you giggle for too long.”

A pause. You still couldn’t look at him. 

“The way you talk about your favourite characters is filled with so much passion and nuance, I know for a fact that that doesn’t just apply to them. You do a cute thing where you break eye contact with me when you stare at me for too long, we’ve been together for four years. You annoy me every day when I don’t pay attention to you and then take your revenge by eating my food.”

Your eyes were blurry from the unshed tears that threatened to break free and all Mikey could do was kiss your cheek as he continued his list. 

“Your hands are very small in mine and you give me extra meat on my plate when you think I’m not looking and you pat babu on his headlights like he’s precious to you. You complain about having to take care of a big baby like me but do it anyway. And you cackle every time you put my hair in pigtails like it's the most evil plan. We spent fifteen minutes the other day doing basic math when tryna bake something and ended up getting flour everywhere. What a silly question for you to ask, honey.” 

You sniffled and let him turn your head so you could see the crinkling of the corner of Mikey’s eyes and the gentle smile he reserved for only you. And as much as you wanted to let it go then and there, your fist still punched his shoulder, albeit with no strength in it. 

“Then why was your face so close to that model, you jackass?” Another fist landed on his chest but he didn’t budge at all, cradling your face that didn’t wanna venture too far away from his hand. “I get that she’s pretty but you can’t just do that to me!! Am I not enough? Do you think it’s fine cuz it's a photoshoot? Cuz no! I don’t like it at all!!! You fucker! You piece of shit!”

Mikey sighed, closing his eyes for a second before saying, “it’s not what it looks like.”

The scripted sounding line made you see red as your foot kicked him almost reflexively in the stomach. He fell back onto the bed, legs and arms spread as he groaned at the impact. You took the chance to get up and begin walking out of the room. 

“I know it looks bad but genuinely! Not what you think it is!” 

The pillow you threw at him shut him up real quick and he was left laying there in a disgruntled ball. The door slammed shut behind you as you stomped your way into the guest bedroom, closing with less intensity as your anger fizzled out as soon as you went inside. You sat down on the bed, the photo burned into your retina and every single comment going through your head like you’re scrolling through your phone at that exact moment. 

After half an hour, the door to the room opened and mentally cursed yourself for forgetting to lock it. This didn’t change the position you were in, a small ball of pity on one corner of the bed. There were two thumps on the side table next to you and after some shuffling, the door opened and closed. You waited five minutes before peeking from your blanket. A glass of water sat on the table along with your phone, precariously placed in your direction. You looked around and saw the room being empty before you chugged the water down. 

Your phone pinged with a notification from Mikey’s instagram. He posted something while the two of you were in an active fight? That bitch-

You picked up your phone, stared at your lockscreen of Mikey and you with your cheeks pressed together and opened his page despite yourself. It was a video with the caption ‘thanks for sending this @luvrboisanzu’. The video played on its own, a few seconds before the camera had captured the photo that had caused this whole ordeal. The model was seen hovering behind him, leaning down with her hand stretching out towards his face. There was no hesitance in Mikey’s hand shooting up and grabbing her wrist, glaring at her before glaring at the director telling him to ‘let her’.

“It’s just for the camera! People will love it!” The old man persisted before Mikey stood up from his seat. 

“I’m taken and I’m bored. We must have enough by now, right?” Mikey’s hands were tucked into the pockets of his dress pants, eyes sharp and steady. 

“Oh come on, a few more won’t hurt right? Think of your fans---” The director pushed on and the air around Mikey changed immediately. It grew more stifling, his eyes narrowing at the man. 

Silence, no one knew what to say before Ken-chin brought over Mikey's jacket. Mikey began leaving, ignoring the stammering staff members that were asking him to stay. 

“Oof,” a sound came from behind the camera and you instantly recognized it as Haruchiyo, “dude bro really shouldn't have pushed it.” 

And the video ended.

You stared at the screen for a second, noticing the little red circle on his profile. You clicked it without thinking, the video that played took a second for you to process. 

Sanzu had posted it on his story and tagged @bikerboi_manjiro, Mikey had shared it on his story. The main focus was Mikey, his hair up in a ponytail while he played patty cake with someone that you instantly realised was you off camera. The memory was clear in your head, from a few months ago when you were on the sidelines watching haru fuck around with Mikey under the guise of a makeover. His nails were painted metallic silver, his nose was grazed with blush and he had graphic liner adorning his eyes. 

The main problem with filming was his lack of attention span and inability to sit still. So he'd often just move around or eat the snacks or bound over to you for your affection. In this instance, the two of you were bored and ended up just stuck in a long game of patty cake. 

Mikey, in the video, watched your hands fumble and grinned brightly before grabbing your hands in his. You remembered how flustered you had gotten from his stare, you two had been together for a long time but his gaze still felt too much to you at times. Mikey broke down laughing seeing you all blushy, eyes squeezing shut and leaning closer towards you. 

The story left your screen and you were left with a swirl of emotions which you could only describe as embarrassed, awed and grateful. As well as just a tiny bit pissed that he thinks that he could post himself being cute and you'd walk out the door back into his arms?? He was right, of course. But it still pissed you off.

So you dragged your ass out of the guest room and instantly noticed his napping form on the living room couch. Mikey's head was against the couch cushion, eyes closed and hair spread out like a halo. 

And without much warning, you plopped yourself on his lap. His eyes instantly shot open, instantly focused on you as you made yourself comfortable on your seat. Mikey's arms went around your waist, soothing your back with his large hand as you laid your head on your shoulder.

“Sorry for kicking you….and punching you….and doubting you.” You whispered.

Mikey snorted, “couldn't have asked for a better kick. And it's fine, I would've kicked myself too if I could. Sorry it came to this.” 

“I shouldn't have thought you would do anything with another person….you never gave me a reason to believe that.” You squeezed him against you as much as you could, letting him soak in your warmth.

“You're always so hard on yourself, you know that? Always think the worst of yourself. Which is very annoying when I look at you and I see the best person I could possibly be with. I really don't think you understand how lucky I am to be dating you.” Mikey whispered, placing soft kisses along your neck and shoulder, letting you melt into him.

“I'm just me.” You whined, too focused on his lips on your skin than your words.

“And you are something that is so rare and precious that it's a miracle I found you. You think I can walk down the street or go into a photo shoot and find someone like you? I could spend lifetimes searching and not get close, yet here you are…in my lap.” Manjiro's kisses had turned into light nibbling , hand curling so that the back of his nails could graze your spine, causing you to shiver.

“You're a very silly little baby aren't you, honey? Having these silly thoughts. You don't need to stress your pretty head about it, no not at all.” Mikey spoke gently, voice soft and buttery. And you just whined into his shoulder, letting his words fog up your brain and close your eyes.

Mikey's long fingers made their way into your hair, scratching your scalp enough for your nerves to come alive and cause shivers run down your back. His nails reached the nape of your neck and a little whimper forced its way out of your throat. 

“Mh-hm.” Mikey hummed, rocking from side to side. Your head was stuck in a dream-like state, body melted against his own with barely any thoughts left. 

“Jiro.” You whined, feeling overwhelmed. Your boyfriend only chuckled, playing with the hem of your shorts, asking for permission. And oh, you wanted him so badly.

[hazbinwhoree]

Hello! I hope I'm not bothering you or anything! But I've been lurking on your blog for quite a bit now lol. If it's okay, can I request a jealous! Adam x Reader? If you're feeling generous, maybe make it a bit smutty? The Reader can be an angel, sinner or hellborn. The story is completely up to you!

Jealousy, Jealousy

A/N: I left it vague so the reader can be angel, sinner, or hellborn, it’s up to you reader!

Warnings: Slight breeding kink

Adam was seething. He watched Michael and (Name) interact, Michael clearly flirting if his facial expressions and body language were anything to go by. Adam had left her alone for two minutes and Michael swooped in. He quickly decided he’d seen enough and barged into the conversation.

“Shitface,” he greeted Michael, putting a possessive hand on (Name)’s waist and pulling her into him. Michael soured. “Adam,” he greeted tightly. “We have places to be,” Adam announced. “Later, Mikey.” He tugged (Name) away.

With her hand in his, Adam led (Name) swiftly to his home, and as soon as they were inside, he was slamming (Name) up against the wall.

“Adam!” she gasped. “What’s gotten into you?”

“You letting Michael carry on even though he clearly wanted to fuck you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He was fucking flirting with you, (Name).”

“Oh… does that mean you’re jealous?”

Adam didn’t answer with words. Instead he growled and buried his face in her neck, sucking and biting his marks onto her. (Name) moaned. Adam pulled back just to lift her up by the ass, her legs locking around his waist. Then he continued the assault on her neck. (Name) felt heat rush to her core. She liked this possessive side of Adam.

“He wanted to fuck you,” Adam hissed against her neck. “But I’m the only one who can fuck you.” (Name) shuddered.

Adam had never been more grateful for skirts, tugging (Name)’s up to bunch around her stomach, revealing her panties. He ripped those without a care, and (Name) whined, “I liked that pair.” “I’ll buy you a new one, shut up.”

(Name) was really enjoying this. She should make Adam jealous more often.

Suddenly Adam was lifting her up the wall until her crotch was at his face. She threw her legs over his shoulders. Adam held her up against the wall as he leaned forward and began eating her out like it was his last meal. (Name) cried out and grabbed onto his horns.

His skilled tongue went up and down a few times before circling her clit, and then he began to fuck her with it. Adam had a long tongue, and (Name) had never been more grateful for it as she held onto him for dear life.

Adam’s tongue circled her clit again, and (Name) was quickly nearing the edge. Adam knew her well enough to recognize when she was close, and to her dismay, he pulled back and tapped her legs. She reluctantly slid them off his shoulders and let herself slide down the wall until she and Adam were face to face again.

He slammed his lips against hers and (Name) moaned when she could taste herself on him. It was absolutely sinful.

Adam disconnected their lips and put (Name) on the ground. She leaned heavily against the wall, her legs shaky. Adam shed his robe and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his dick.

He grabbed (Name) under her arms and lifted her back up against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he lined himself up before abruptly thrusting up into her. (Name) cried out, nearly choking Adam with how tight she held onto him.

Adam couldn’t care less, beginning to thrust at an absolutely brutal pace. She was positioned just so that with every thrust her clit rubbed against his pubic bone.

“Fuck, Adam,” she moaned.

“You’re mine, you hear me?” Adam panted. “Michael wishes he could have you like this, but he could never satisfy you like I can.”

(Name) blushed. “You like that, slut? You like when I talk to you while I fuck you?”

(Name) swallowed her pride and nodded.

“Good, because you need to know that you’re mine, I fucking own you. No one else can fuck you this good. The next time I catch you letting Michael flirt with you, I’m fucking you in front of him.”

(Name) moaned unabashedly.

Adam groaned, getting close. He could tell (Name) was getting close too, and he kept his pace steady and hard. “I’m gonna cum in you while you cum on my dick. Gonna put a fucking baby in you. Then everyone will know who you belong to.”

That pushed (Name) over the edge and she came with a cry. Her pussy tightened around Adam and that was all it took for him to cum as well. He pushed (Name) down on his dick while simultaneously thrusting upwards, cumming deep inside of her.

They stayed like that for a minute, panting and catching their breaths.

“Fuck, Adam, that was–” “Fantastic, I know.” The cocky bastard.

Adam was going to set (Name) back on the floor, but by the way her legs were shaking, he wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand. So he pulled out, smirking when some of his cum dripped down her thigh and onto the floor.

He carried her over to the bed and gently placed her down on it. “Wait here.” He went to grab a towel.

As he carefully cleaned her up after cleaning himself, (Name) stared at him with an indiscernible expression. “What?” Adam asked.

“I should get you jealous more often.���

[k1ngarlo]

Long Awaited Mikey Dark Impulses Smut

TW: Mentions of abuse, unstable mental health, BPD, no consent openly given. Do NOT read if these topics make you uncomfortable. A/N: I had this idea in my head for so long. I'm so sorry.

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There he was. Standing at the foot of your bed. With a cold expression. His eyes seemed so distant it felt like he disconnected from reality after being kicked like a puppy from his own insecurities. Thus, distancing himself from everyone and everything.

With abandonment in his heart, he was at his own mercy and gave up on himself and his friends. You stared at his clothes and neck from the bed, avoiding his abyssal eyes. As Friedrich Nietzsche once said, "And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." You finally looked up at him, his tired eyes looking at you, you were so full of love and would definitely live a better life without him. And honestly? He'd be better off without you holding him back aswell.

You were the next. He hated hurting you, he also hated you for loving him like that. He's strong, why would he need your love? The urge to burn his bridges with everyone he's ever cared about him consumed him. That was his personal goal for himself only. Manjiro finally walked over to you and crawled onto the bed, not bothering to take off his shoes. He needed you, but also needed to hurt you. He felt rage, and emptiness which could both be satisfied by spreading your legs.

Manjiro started off giving your neck a few light kisses before meeting your lips with his. You kiss back gently and hesitant, knowing he's a different person now. Manjiro kissed you again, and again with far more passion each time. It was like flicking a lighter a few times before it worked properly. Manjiro was using you to temporarily fill the boring void.

"Manjiro?" You pulled away annoyingly in concern for his mental well-being right when he started to enjoy this.

"Shut up…" He hotly whispered against your lips before kissing you again a few more times. You didn't like where this was going so you pull away again.

"Manjiro."

"Shut up..!" He punched the thickly wooden headboard right next to you, there was a crack and a dent in it. God you were being so annoying by stopping. Stopping meant getting in his way. His eyes practically paralyzed you. You couldn't tell if you were somehow hallucinating - but from the look in his eyes but you could see the negativity, black tentacles swirling around him. They snaked around your body, wrapping around your limbs so you wouldn't move.

You broke out of this vision when he continued to kiss you again, sending passionate lukewarm responses. You finally realize that his hands were wrapped around your arms. No wonder you couldn't move. It was a warning, one more strike and he could get aggressive and maybe even dangerous.

Manjiro didn't care that you weren't even pretending to enjoy this. He moved quick, ripping your clothes off before sliding down his pants and underwear. He spread your legs and had his gaze focused on your slimy, glossed, wet cunt. Manjiro darkly chuckled before inserting 2 fingers in a normal pace, bullying your hole. Were you really enjoying this? You could feel his rough knuckles and knew they were either bruised or bleeding from punching the headboard.

"Ahn..~" You moaned out, before biting your lower lip. Your walls gave him more room, as if they were welcome at home. His fingers left your hole, he knew you were ready to take him. You began to see his darkness swirl around him again, one of the dark tentacles wrapped around your thighs, while the other the tentacle slithered it's way roughly into your mouth. You blinked in surprise and gagged which caused you to snap out of that vision. He had his hand pressed on your inner thighs, Manjiro's fingers left your mouth.

You didn't want to look at him, those scary eyes, or the vision of his darkness. You close them seeing black. This darkness is who he is, and he made certain you felt it too. Misery loves company.

Manjiro pushed himself, your walls hugged him greedily as if there was some part of you begging for him to stay. He began to thrust in your hole before bringing your legs over his shoulders, burying himself deeper. You opened your eyes a few times, seeing either a serial-killer like grin or empty. Manjiro lets out huffs and grunts from massaging your tight hole.

"G-… hhh… [Name]~."

You never had sex like this before, your boyfriend had never pleased your hole like this before. You could feel him reaching your tummy from drilling into you like this. You knew was wrong on many levels but it felt too good. Your moral justice was WEAK compared to his cock.

Manjiro wasn't very vocal, with raggedy breaths be began to move faster in the place he was trained to hit. It didn't take long for your hips to buck up for more, and your legs to tremble. Manjiro let out a loud grunt and filled you up with his "darkness." He stayed inside your hole for a few moments, feeling your body pulsing from your shared orgasm.

You finally opened your eyes, pressing your knuckles on your closed eyes to wipe your tears before looking back up at him. For a moment, it almost seemed like the dark tentacles were wrapped around him instead, controlling all his moves like a puppets. You blinked, your vision was more clear, the tentacles wrapped around him were gone. Manjiro kissed your left ankle, sending you a warm tingley feeling. He gently removed your legs from his shoulders and set them down on the bed. You can feel his essence drooping out of your pulsing hole instantly. Manjiro got himself dressed and left you to go his new Toman meeting, leaving you in your mess and him in his.

[c-monthecob]

To R.H

Synopsis: Maybe you should've given it to him yourself... Tokyo Revengers High School AU A/N: Trying to step out of my comfort zone and actually write stuff, but it is so hard to stay motivated. 2nd time writing a one-shot, so please go easy on me. I know my writing ain't good 🤧

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What if he said no super loud? What if he laughed at you? What if he ripped it into a million pieces and tossed them in your face?

You'd crawl into a hole and die. That's what you'd do. Never show your face again for the next ten years. Nobody would ever let you live the rejection down. Especially that asshole Shion.

So here you are. Trying to convince yourself that this wasn't the coward's way out. That leaving it in his desk was just as brave as handing it to him yourself.

You're not a scaredy cat. Emma doesn't know what she's talking about. If you were such a scaredy cat, would you be sneaking around the halls during the assembly?

A scaredy cat would be too afraid of getting in trouble with the teachers to do this. They wouldn't be sneaking into the classroom of the strictest teacher. They'd be at the assembly with everybody else. Listening to the principal complain about how low the test scores for the school are. Staying silent for an hour-long school-wide lecture.

This requires lots of courage. So, no. You aren't taking the coward's way out.

It was easy to find his desk with the alphabetical seating and initials written on a laminated note card and taped onto the desk R. H Here we go.

After six years of silently pining. Being nothing more than a friend of a friend. You were finally gonna face your fears, with one little letter, pink, glittery, and sprayed with your best perfume to "Really draw him in," as Emma put it.

You slid it into his desk—his very messy desk at that, fighting the urge to go back and rip that token of embarrassment into shreds. The deed was done. No going back now. You poked your head into the hallway, just had to be sure nobody saw you. Not that you cared if they did.

"I think I left my headphones in my desk."

Okay, maybe you did care.

You made a dash down the hall and turned the corner, disappearing right before the voice’s owner could catch a glimpse of you.

And just as you did. He showed up.

Rindou Haitani.

Retracing his steps to find out where he left his headphones, along with his brother. Ran Haitani, who was only tagging along as an excuse to skip the assembly.

He poked his head into the classroom, hoping the teacher wasn't inside. She'd send them right back to the assembly if she caught them. Ran didn't seem nearly as cautious.

He shoved Rindou inside and strolled in right behind him. "Why'd you do that!? What if she were in here?" Rindou snapped. Ran rolled his eyes and shut the door. "If she were, then the lights wouldn't be off and the door wouldn't be wide open." Okay, he has a point. "Now go ahead and check your desk."

He crouched down, feeling around for it. Just as he expected. It wasn't there. But then he felt something else. Something that wasn't a candy wrapper or crumbled homework. "What's this?" He picked it up, turned it over, and read the front. To R.H., written in dark red glitter pen ink.

"Is that a love letter?" Ran mused, leaning over Rindou's shoulder. His little brother never really got attention from girls. It wasn't that they found him unattractive. Just very intimidating. "Open it! Open it!" Ran shook Rindou with excitement. Shoving Ran off with an unnecessary amount of force, Rindou carefully opened the letter.

"To R.H."

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"Come on, Y/n! Don't chicken out now!" Emma pushed you back onto the bench, keeping a tight grip on your shoulders to stop you from moving. She's stronger than she looks. Apparently, blonde hair isn't the only thing she and Mikey have in common.

"What if some creep shows up while I'm waiting?" you whined. Emma ran a hand over her face in frustration. "That's why he's here." She pointed to Draken, who sat on a bench not too far away, his head rising and falling as he nodded off.

His presence didn't even put a dent in your nerves. Because there were things even Draken couldn't protect you from. Like rejection.

You couldn't help it. The spiraling thoughts. The possible outcomes. There were so many things that could happen, and you were downright terrified of each one.

"What if he shows up with someone else and they record me getting rejected!?"

"Y/n—"

"What if I get so nervous my voice cracks and I embarrass myself. You know my voice cracks when i'm nervous!"

"Y/n—"

"What if he points out things I didn't even know I could be insecure about!?"

"Y/n—"

"What if—" "Y/N!" Emma shouted, scaring Draken awake and effectively shutting you up. She let go of your shoulders and let out a sigh. A heavy and tired sigh. "Y/n." She cupped your hand in hers, giving it a light squeeze.

The stern look on her face— the one she only had when she was upset—made you lower your eyes to the ground, but she was quick to lift your head back up. "It's not the end of the world if he says no," she assured. But if that's true, why does it feel like it will be? Why can't you ever see the brighter side of things? Why is every outcome you think of negative?

"He's a nice guy, he'd never try to humiliate you like that. You know he wouldn't." He really is a nice guy, although he doesn't look the part. With that permanent scowl and all. Some people find him to be intimidating, but not you.

You know he would never hurt a fly. It's one of the things you like most about him.

All those scenarios where he's mean and nasty don't sound anything like the boy you've loved for the last six years.

That's an entirely different guy. Nothing like him at all. Well... not to you at least.

You know he's better than that. So why can't you think positively?

Emma gave your hand one last squeeze of reassurance before letting go and walking back over to Draken. "And if he can't see how amazing you are, I'll kill him myself!" she said, grabbing Draken's hand and dragging him off to a better hiding spot.

So now it's just you. And hopefully soon to be him.

Any minute. He should turn that corner any minute. Right here, right now, you'll say what you've always wanted to say. Three words, just this one time.

Footsteps.

You tore your eyes away from the corner, suddenly finding the beetle crawling around on the ground fascinating. The footsteps were loud. Really loud. Or maybe you're just hyper-focused on them. Either way. They were getting closer. and closer, and closer, and—they stopped.

Right in front of you, just like you feared. He didn't say anything, and neither did you. Maybe he was waiting for you to look at him? Unless his answer was yes, then he could keep dreaming.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out the letter, and holding it right in your face.

No.

He was definitely telling you no. Out of all the ways he would've said it, you didn't think about him handing it back. This was so him. Nothing too loud like you'd imagine.

You took the note back, mumbling a small "I understand." You couldn't look at him. Not now. You'd burst into tears. You just wish he'd say something. Let you know what he was thinking at the very least.

But the voice you heard wasn't the same scratchy and high-pitched voice you knew. "I didn't know you felt that way about me." This voice was deeper, smoother, not his.

Looking up with furrowed brows, your face contorted into one of confusion as you locked eyes with the wrong pair of brown eyes. Rindou Haitani. "What?" you frowned, looking around. Maybe you were being pranked because what the hell was he doing here?

"You and I don't really talk much, y'know, so this is a shock for me." Rindou was blushing. Hard. His ears and cheeks might as well be on fire with the way they were burning. He could swear his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

A girl—A pretty one at that—was confessing to him. He's never been on the receiving end, so he'll admit. It feels nice to be wanted. "We could get to know each other if you want." He nodded his head in a random direction. "There's a nice cafe that's still open. We could grab something and talk if that's okay—" "Rindou." You cut him off. Your voice was soft; it had to be.

Because this was going to be awkward.

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"What the hell is he doing here?" Emma whispered, watching Rindou hand you the letter. She was very confused right now. She knows for a fact that Rindou isn't your crush, so why does he have the letter?

Draken scratched his head, just as confused as his girlfriend about the younger Haitani's presence. Should he step in? Was he bothering you? He can't tell if you're uncomfortable, you still have your head hung low.

"I told her to go into Mrs. Tanabe's class and leave it on his desk. How did Rindou end up with it?"

That's when it clicked. Why was Rindou here and not him? Draken placed a hand on Emma's shoulder, drawing her attention away from you. "He's in Mr. Tanabe's class, not Mrs." Ever since those two got married, people always mix them up. A real nightmare for freshmen.

"But Mikey said—" "Mikey hasn't been to school in months. He doesn't even know what class he's in." He really doesn't. Draken has to walk him to class on the rare occasions they do come to school.

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Rindou wished that the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Damn, this was embarrassing. Keep you up at night kind of embarrassing. Ran will never let him live this down. And neither will that asshole Shion. Especially that asshole Shion.

This is something he's got to take to the grave. "So, you got me mixed up with someone else, huh?" Rindou cut off your string of apologies. "Uh, yeah. You guys have the same initials." Rindou hummed, taking the letter back from you. "R. H," he muttered, "I'm the only one in my class with those initials."

"Yeah, I figured." Rindou handed you the letter back. "Ease up on the perfume, will ya?" You nodded, even though it wasn't your idea. Maybe you should redo it. There were some parts you cringed while writing, anyway.

"So who was it for?" Rindou asked. "Oh, you probably don't know him." You doubt that he did. You've known Rindou since 5th grade, and he only learned your name in the 8th. Sometimes you think you just weren't important enough to be on his radar. So yeah, you doubt he knows him.

"Try me," he challenged, plopping down in the spot next to you. You clutched the letter, absentmindedly tracing the initials.

"Ryohei Hayashi."

[sibsteria]

Our lady of sorrows…

Mikey Way x Fem!Reader, Secret!xReader

part two

Warnings/Content: angst, fluff, mentions of abuse, not proofread too much, I think this part is rather lazy with writing so I apologise, part three out soon!

Summary: forgot to mention, this is around 1998-2004 I didn’t wanna put a specific year so I can include a variety of things :) I also don’t want to include things such as Gerard’s alcoholism and drug addiction, personal troubles the boys had, etc. as this is meant to be fiction for fun, any troubles within the story with be fictional and apart of my story. Maybe just maybe Y/n’s ex boyfriend is name dropped in this? Can her and Mikey figure this whole thing out?

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The air that followed was a sting to your skin, a million thoughts a minute, racing against one another. The next step is lost, he remains buried deep inside you, thick swallows and breaths slowing to shallow.

“I’ll uhm-I’m gonna go clean up a little. You wanna take a shower or something?” He slides out and it’s such a bearing feeling, empty, as if he had pulled out the air in your lungs. You fail to notice his hopeful eyes casting down at you when he stood, he was never one with words.

Stupid. Stupid! You are so fucking stupid, Mikey, God. Say something to her….his inner monologue harassing him, desperate to open up his heart.

Yet.

He stood there, mouth dry, head heavy. He was silent, nothing was coming out- something had ripped his voice right from him.

Frustrated and angry at himself, he leaves, a dusty towel from the floor protecting his nudity as he leaves for the bathroom.

Was that it…? Was this a one time thing? Not that you wanted to put that pressure on him but there were no words of comfort or confirmation. Tears bite at your waterline, fighting to escape, no. That’s just embarrassing. The disdain in your heart would never last long- even if your feelings got hurt- your love for him would return right back to how it always was. You couldn’t stop loving him, dreaming of this moment in the past, it was a sure shock to you.

Mikey is fighting with himself in the bathroom, close to tears himself, that’s just embarrassing. Why didn’t he say anything? He knew you were looking at him, watching, waiting for him. Now you probably sat there, confused and most definitely upset. He didn’t want you to think this was nothing because it wasn’t to him, but he just couldn’t say it.

Your throat clenched, you felt like throwing up, and you were sure you weren’t just pulling green.

You had to make a choice, endure this night next to him, lay in darkness. Or do you leave?

He probably wanted you to go, not sparing you a word or a glance, that’s why he’s been gone so long. Just waiting for you to leave.

You begrudgingly make your choice, wiping yourself off with some tissues you found on his nightstand, grabbing your bag and clothes. Thanking above that you still had his shirt on, you slowly crept out, tiptoeing through the silent house. Barefoot at the too of the basement stairs, you knew Gee wouldn’t mind the intrusion, but what’s your reason?

Hey Gee, I fucked your younger brother and can’t bear the awkwardness and heartbreak?

No, that would be for Frankie, later.

You could think about it whilst you tried to sleep, Gee wouldn’t notice you come in.

Still fighting tears, you had manage to creep down into his room, a perfect space for you to slide into bed next to him.

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Okay, he could explain when he came back, right? He would apologise and hold you close, all out of any possible excuse he could use. Yes, that’s the plan.

Partly confident, he left the bathroom, using silent breathing exercises to amp himself up.

He pushed open the door, still hearing the stereo playing, he started to speak.

“Y/n- listen…I-“ His breath catches, you weren’t there?

He swallows his heart down his throat, the thought of you leaving had made it launch up. Was he that bad? Oh god, was it him saying nothing? Had he ruined a sure, good thing he could have had?

Had you left the house, completely?

Biting his lip, he didn’t know what to do, did you have your phone today?

He decided nothing could go wrong if he sent you a message.

Where R U? U Ok? We need 2 talk

He hits send, praying for a reply, it wouldn’t be your fault if you had left it in your house but he hoped that wasn’t the case.

Laying in the dimly lit basement, you hear a chime from your bag, you couldn’t sleep anyways.

You sit up, leaning over the side of the bed, swimming your hand in your bag until you felt something that resembled your phone.

You read the message, oh, he was definitely going to break your heart. We need to talk? This was for sure a one time thing.

You sighed quietly, debating a reply.

Talk tmr, nite

You bit your lip and hit send, you really needed to get some sleep.

Yeah, he deserved that response, he thought in his head. He hoped you were safe, he was sure he would have heard the front door if you left?

He better get some sleep, too.

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You slept decently despite the fact of all that happened, the comfort that Gee could give, even in a non response state, was a great aid to an ailment.

You were shaken awake, met with questions, as expected.

“Hey, sugar? You awake, yet?” Gee shook your arm.

“Yes, I’m god damn awake.” You groan with a mumble and then giggle as he tickles your nose with a strand of your hair.

“What’ya doing here? Thought you were with Mikes last night?” He questioned, not necessarily suspicious of anything at all.

“Snored too much, couldn’t sleep, y’know.” Impeccable acting from you, this wasn’t exactly a lie, he was like a foghorn most nights. This had happened a couple of times, you’d smack him on the arm a couple times before dipping to sleep with Gerard. A believable stunt you thought of late last night.

“Ah, well, guess I’m the lucky one, my future partner will praise me for my lack of snoring.” He beamed, he totally believed what you said.

“Future partner, my ass. You and Frank will live in a dirty apartment with fourteen cats at fifty.” He knocked his shoulder, before yawning.

He hummed in agreement.

“Well, you will be there with us, I see no romance in your life, missy.” He got you there.

“So true it stings.” You half smiled.

“Whatever happened to your old boyfriend? The one from Chi-“ You cut him off at the mention of your ex, the only other person you could say you had been in love with and probably still in love with. You told Gee about him, and just how amazing that relationship had been, gushing and mourning the loss of a great partner. Of course he was the one you had lost your virginity to, both of you together and unsure, learning with each other and it was perfect.

And the worst part was it wasn’t a terrible breakup, it wasn’t your fault you were forced to move state, it wasn’t your fault you broke your cell phone when you got here- losing his number forever. You remember that night more than you wished to.

And the day you left.

You both cried, hugging, refusing to let each other go on moving day, he promised you would always be the last good thing about that part of town. He was your everything. He was sweet and kind, absolutely adorable. God, you did miss him. But there was no way you would see him again, he probably thought you’d stopped talking to him on purpose- that you didn’t want to see him again. Didn’t love him.

That was way off, but there was no chance he would ever come looking for you after that.

“He definitely doesn’t want to see me.” Forlorn and defeated you lean on Gee’s shoulder.

“We could get married at forty? If we are still miserable souls not having found our match?” He sighs.

“Sounds like a plan, we would have to adopt Frank, of course.”

“Oh, it goes without saying.”

You had been indefinitely cheered up as a couple of hours went by. You had to get up and get ready eventually, the boys were coming round for band practise, and then later you were gonna go into this underground dive bar that Frank and you had been to a couple of times before bringing the guys- and they let in under 21s, letting you guys play there a lot of times, too. You secretly thanked yourself for developing a wardrobe box of sorts in Gee’s room, your best clothing piled inside.

You decided to take off Mikey’s shirt, putting on some comfy clean clothes, you had no idea who out of all of you each piece belonged to but it didn’t matter.

Seeing Mikey was playing on your mind, were you ready to face that mess?

You had no choice, you couldn’t let Gee know anything was up, so you had to.

Trailing after your best friend up the stairs, you peek into the living room, Mikey already sat on the couch- zoning out to the TV.

“Mornin’” Gee greets his brother, his ears perking up, immediately looking to see if you were there. His heart stops when he sees you, god, you looked so beautiful- even after everything last night.

“Hi, Y/n.” He waves, trying his chances.

“H-hey.” You avoid his eyes, darting off to the kitchen to get a glass of water, even treating yourself to some ice.

He fucked up, you couldn’t even look at him.

“I’m gonna’ go out and get some snacks later, want anything?” Mikes turned to his brother.

Gerard mumbles a loose list of items, the usual snack run.

You walk back into the room, standing and sipping your glass, well aware of the tension between Mikey and you. You were almost sweating because of how thick the air is, painful.

“Got it. Y/n, will you come with? Could use a hand or two?” Your eyes widen for a moment, you look between him and Gee. Well, fuck, you can’t say no can you?

“Sure, give me a moment to fix my hair.” You still can’t look at him, running to the closest mirror to tie it up with a hair tie you had found, preparing for the worst.

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The walk to the store was silent for a while, neither of you had the guts to speak, until Mikey decides to break it.

He grabs your wrist, ever so gently.

“Y/n. Can we talk?” He doesn’t let go of your wrist, you finally meet his eyes after avoiding it for so long.

“I guess.” You act distant prepared for heartbreak.

“Listen. I know I didn’t say anything last night and I am not gonna’ stand here and make excuses, you don’t deserve that from me. I really don’t know what happened, it’s like I couldn’t speak, nothing would come out. I am so unbelievably sorry if I made you feel like shit, that was not what I wanted, at all.” He wasn’t done but he felt like continuing to ramble an apology would do him worse off, he wanted this to be a conversation.

“Okay…thank you for that. I wasn’t the best either. I left because I thought you didn’t wanna see me, I thought you were waiting for me to leave. Like, when you said nothing and just left, I thought that was it. I guess I just want to know what your feelings are?” You open up, you don’t have the energy to do any less for Mikey.

His feelings? He didn’t even know what they were. He knew he had feelings for you, strong ones. But the definition? No clue at all.

“M-my feelings? Uhm-“ You took a deep breath, here it comes, “I really don’t know, I wish I did. I have feelings for you…I do, really. I just don’t know where we take this from here? I don’t do relationships, I never have, I don’t know where to start, but I know I want you, somehow.” That wasn’t too bad. “I think you are so beautiful and obviously I see you as one of my best friends-“ He is starting to lose you with that.

“Think of it this way. Do you want to date me? Do you want to fuck me? Anything like that springing to mind?” He winces at the word fuck.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Think about it and get back to me. Could I do one last thing?” You don’t know what possesses you, or where you found the courage for this, but it’s better now than never. You would give him something to think about.

“Sure…anything.” Mikey fixes his glasses, as you take a step closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” Your heart stammers, if this is goodbye to it all, then you want one last kiss.

Mikey doesn’t reply with words, he just nods, his ears turning pink.

You swallow your nerves, cupping his face before bringing him down to meet your lips with his, somehow all your nerves melted away.

The sensation of him kissing you makes you lighter than air, you hope this isn’t goodbye and that he has the sense to love you.

Mikey starts kissing back harder but you pull away, if he wants to kiss you again, he knows the decisions he has to make.

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Band practise was in full swing, switching from written originals to winged pieces from Iron Maiden, to just pure chaotic screaming and noise.

You stood in for the drummer most practises, unable to find one that would stay for long, you didn’t want the spotlight in your life but that didn’t mean you would let your friends fail. If you had to be the drummer indefinitely, you would, for them.

“Can we take a break? I am dying for a cigarette….” Frank huffs, stretching out his back.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll take ten.” Gee waves him off, leaving the room, presumably to wet his windpipes after some decent screaming.

“You are so locked in, Y/n, this is a sick as fuck practise, today.” Frank compliments, mumbling half through his cigarette as he lights it.

“Why thank you, Frankenstein, trying my best as always.” You got the hang of perfecting a drumstick spin, adding one to the end of your sentence letting it spin between your fingers.

I wonder what had you so drum happy today? Small, stolen glances during your haphazard set between you and Mikey had you blushing, easily hidden by the violent act of drumming making you red in the face. Could that be why? The awkwardness had slowly melted away during the day, just leaving a sense of nervousness.

You decide you had to eat something, having gone without all day. You grab what you could guess was a blueberry muffin from the counter, that would do.

You sit on the couch, Frank across from you on a chair and Mikey sat on the floor near the drum kit.

There’s a weird look on Frank’s face, one you can’t quite make sense of, you raise your eyebrow at him.

“Enjoying your muffin?” He stifles a giggle, what in the world was he playing at?

“Yes…why?” You question, slowly.

“That’s not important- What does that muffin taste like?” He hums, tilting his head.

“Um….blueberry?” You roll your eyes, weirdo.

“And?” He bites his lip.

“And what? Blueberry, that’s it.” You stop eating, confused at what he was playing at.

“And…” He drags out his word, raising his eyebrows at you, it dawns on you. Not again.

“DID YOU FUCKING LICK THIS?” You scream, jaw dropping.

“Like a LOLLIPOP!” He cackles, dodging the muffin that flew at him, you grunt, tackling him off the chair.

“You little freak- swear I’m gonna-“ Mikey silently chuckles, covering his mouth in the corner as you attempt to smack him in the head, tousling on the floor.

“Hey! Knock it off!” Ray runs in, having followed Gee, he snatches his guitar off the floor as it is dangerously close to getting kicked.

“Thank you, Ray. She’s, crazy!” Frank is heaving, still dodging your hits

“Sorry, Ray, he licked my fucking food, again.” You growl.

“Oh, never mind, please yourself then.” Ray shrugs.

“Ha!” You scream down Frank’s ear.

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You stare at yourself in the mirror, was this too much? Not enough?

You had actually done something with your hair, it sat in perfect, teased curls, having used an ancient curling iron Gerard had found.

A dress you had been saving for a special occasion, hugs you perfectly- a lovely mix between grunge and gorgeous. Some would say ruined- you would say improved by fishnets and your docs- comfort over classy. Picking up Frank’s old leather jacket, that he had bought to be a baggy item, was just as baggy on you. You let the jackets shoulder slide down resting on your upper arm, like a shawl or sorts.

You took more time on your makeup, going a little more out than you normally would, even you could admit shyly to yourself you looked kinda good. Heavy eyeliner, all smoked out and big, not like the usual under eye- it makes you wanna put this effort in again. You finish it off with a black lip, not the usual red-purple that stained your lips for days. You fix your piercings that were a little crooked, putting some cooler earrings in too.

You do a final look, dusting off your clothes and spraying some sweet perfume to mask the smell of the Way’s.

You hear the door to Gerard’s bedroom creak open, you turn your head to find Ray.

“Oh, sorry Y/n-“ He smiles when he sees you. “You look really beautiful, y’know.” He nods toward you. You laugh a little.

“I think for once I can say I do look a little pretty today.”

“I don’t mean just now either, you are beautiful, and I know you don’t see it.” Your heart tugs itself, trust Ray to make everything feel better.

“Thank you, means a lot to me, Toro.” You avoid his eyes to avoid crying and ruining your makeup.

“I think you are missing something, though.” You raise your brow at him.

“What might that be.”

Ray looks around the room, a bouquet of artificial black roses stood in a vase, he immediately goes up to them. Picking one up, he finds some scissors and cuts the stem close to the head so just the flower head and a bit of stem is left. He grabs a few of your bobby pins he found near your makeup before pinning it into your hair.

“Now it’s all together.” He fixes a few fly-away hairs, like a dad or a brother would on prom night.

“It looks perfect, why didn’t I think of that?”

“Make sure to turn some heads.”

“I will.”

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“I heard there’s a new band playing tonight, their turn in the hot seat.” Frank muses, all of you stood around in the Way living room, still waiting on Mikey.

“I love it when a new band comes along, like seeing how they play and what drum techniques different people use.” You shrug.

“Well, they aren’t better than us, that’s guaranteed, which is why we have a half an hour set after them.” Frank tells his little secret and all of your groan a little.

“C’mon, I thought we were getting fucked up tonight? You remember what happened last time we were hammered.” You cringe at the memory of Frank falling into your drums and ruining the whole performance after breaking the snare.

“We are going to control ourselves, have a couple of drinks, and thennnnnn- afterwards we can let hell loose?” He proposes, like it was his plan all along.

“Fine.” You smile, the rest of the band in agreement. You can start to hear Mikey’s footsteps coming closer and closer to the room, you do a quick pat down when no one was looking making sure there was nothing stuck on you.

He uses the entrance behind you, announcing himself.

Mikey’s world turns in slow motion as you turn around, meeting his eyes, you looked more breathtaking than ever.

He wished it was his jacket you were wearing, not Frank’s, but he doesn’t want to rush this.

“Don’t she look drop dead gorgeous?” Gerard hums to Mikey, all he can do is nod and stare, pushing back his thoughts and wants- the ones screaming kiss her.

For now, he would have to behave himself.

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Ray never drank too much anyway, a glass or two for night and due to Frank putting you down for a performance you decided to bring the van to use your own instruments- all except your drums- that was too much effort- so Ray would be the casually designated driver.

The drive there was fun, cigarette smoke slipping through the open windows whilst hard rock and the occasional ballad (definitely not Frank’s mix) blared through the speakers.

You saw the entertainment sign as you neared.

Tonight at ‘Puzzles’:

Introducing-

Fall Out Boy !

(appearances from My Chemical Romance)

Cool name, but not as cool as yours, you had thought. Your exes band didn’t even have a name when you had left them, it wouldn’t be them, surely. Although the thought always played on your mind- one day would they find their way here?

You parked round the back like always, opting to leave your stuff in the van.

You walked into the bar and everything was in full swing, just how it always was, The dirty floor, the sound of smashing bottles from behind the bar, the music playing heavy through the speakers and an abundance of drunken laughter.

The band wasn’t on yet, you hadn’t missed the opportunity to judge them, deciding to grab a drink you yanked Frank by the hand to join you.

“Hey, Y/n! Frank, what’s up, man!” The bartender bro bumps Frank before giving you a friendly wink and a smile.

“Hey, Ted, bud.” You wave, he automatically points to the cheapest bottles beer and you both nod in amusement.

Your coins clink together as you lay them down on the bar, paying for yours and Frank’s, he would get the next one anyways.

“Thanks, hun.” Frank cheers’ you, before you both bring the bottles to your lips, chugging half.

The rest of the guys join you shortly after, creating a messy semi circle near the bar.

“I know we said go easy but…shots?” Gerard’s eyes sparkle mischievously, you all cave immediately.

“I’m in.” Mikey.

“Fine, you’re paying.” Frank.

“I can’t say no.” You.

“I’ll just take a beer.” Ray, smart.

The shots are poured and you all clink them and table tap them before knocking them back.

You put your shot glasses back on the table before someone taps on your shoulder.

It couldn’t be the guys as you’re facing them, and you don’t really know anyone else so who would that be?

You spin around with a confused look on your face, your eyes widening as you see who tapped you.

“Pete! What the hell, man, What are you doing here?” You are pulled in for a hug, god, you missed him- your old best friend. Did he bring him? Was Pete on his own?

The guys give you a confused look, you wave them with your hand- you would explain later.

“Hey, Y/n- actually, we are play-“ He was cut off by the stage microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen! New here tonight and ready to play for you all- I want you to give a wild, Jersey, welcome to Fall Out Boy!” The new band is called to the stage. The crowd murmurs a little giving a cheer.

“We are here to play!” Pete beams, gauging your reaction. Your face drops, you can’t swallow, he can’t be here on his own. That must mean-

“See you after the set, Y/n. Somehow I just knew you would be here.” Pete bids you goodbye, heading to the stage.

You watch as they all pick up their instruments.

You run to stand in between Gee and Mikey.

“He’s here.” You whisper in Gee’s ear, he gives you wide eyes, knowing exactly who you mean.

First there’s Andy, heading to the drums- you remember when he first let you on his kit- you fell in love with them. He gave you pointers and helped you fuel your love for them more throughout the years.

Joe, sweet old Joe. The laughter filled afternoons, where you sat around trying to throw candy in each other’s mouths.

Pete, your old best friend, the tears shared and times you spent together never seemed to leave your mind.

And then…

Patrick.

He looks good, so good. You hadn’t seen him since moving day, the day you left Illinois.

Damn it.

You watch with awe, as he shyly introduces themselves again, picking up his guitar. You can’t draw your eyes away from him.

You don’t notice how Mikey looks at you, do you know this band?

“Uhm, so there’s someone here in Jersey, who I- we lost a long time ago- a lot of these songs we wrote about her. I hope to see her whilst I’m here. This is- Grand Theft Autumn!” Could he be talking about you?

Before Patrick starts singing, Pete whispers in his ear and his eyes widen. He must know your here now.

The pressure is on.

“Where is your boy, tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.”

“Maybe he won’t find out what I know.”

He sounds amazing as ever, you can’t help but smile.

“You were the last good thing about this of town.”

You gasp as he sings with full chest, the last thing he ever said to you before you left Chicago.

Tears brim your eyes, he must think about you too.

The band is in full motion, Patrick’s eyes searching the crowd, you know he is looking for you. Are you ready to face him? After all these years?

You realise shortly you will have to play in front of him, show him what your band is made of.

What about Mikey?

You start the ponder the unresolved feelings, snatched away from you in Chicago. The new blooming feelings in Jersey.

You can’t stop staring at Patrick, the way the stage lights hit his face, all your feelings swarming inside the hive that is your stomach.

“I need another round.” You mumble in Frank’s ear, he grabs you and pushes you up to the bar ordering four more beers, two for you and two for him.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but something is clearly fucking with you.” Frank half smiles, paying for the drinks.

“I fear the truth would break you, my love.” You laugh, feigning a sadness.

“Try me.” He ponders at you, you debate to tell him the situation.

On one hand, Frank would never tell anyone if you told him to stay quiet. On the other hand- ah, screw it.

“I fucked Mikey-“ Frank’s mouth drops open, like you just shot a dog in front of him, “mm not done, babe. My ex is up there and I am for sure still in love with him-“ Frank just stares, wide eyed, “and I’m in love with Mikey.”

“What the fuck.”

“I know-“

“You fucked Mikey?”

“Yeah, last night and-“

“Dude!”

“What!”

“I always thought it would be Gerard.”

“Shut up, you did not.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“He is like a damn brother to me!”

“Yeah, now he is.” Frank snorts, dodging a smack from you as you giggle at him.

“Rude!”

“So what’s the deal with your ex? The band actually play pretty good so, before I praise them on their skills I’d like to know if I should punch anyone or not?”

“I haven’t spoke. to Patrick for like, three years. I broke my phone when I got to Jersey and it had all my numbers in. Thought he’d be angry and forget about me, turns out, half their set is about me. He might still be angry at me- for thinking I just stopped talking to him. Oh, god, do you think he is here to yell at me?” You hold your temple, stressing out.

“Hey, hey. If he yells at you- you know I’ll- actually you don’t need to know what I’ll do.” He chuckles, giving you a side hug.

“Thanks, Frankie. You’re the best.” He smiles with his tongue between his teeth.

“You know, I’d ask you for more details on Mikey but I think that’s a conversation for later as he is comingrightthiswaybyeeeee!” He rushes out the last few words before sneaking off.

“Hey…” You turn around, Frank already lost to the crowd.

“Hi, Mikes.”

There is a nervous pause.

“You know the band?” He comes right out with it.

“Yeah…the bassist, Pete was my best friend and…yeah I knew them in Chicago- they didn’t even have a name then.” You decide to spare the information about Patrick.

“Cool, so…you and this Pete guy…it wasn’t him who you-“ You cut him off.

“Oh! No, no…Pete is- was just a friend.” You smile forlornly, remembering the friendship of the past. Maybe now you could get back in touch?

“Okay, good. I’m..not much of a fighter.” He laughs and gestures to himself.

“Aw, no, come on. I’m sure you could pull a punch.” You punch his shoulder, so gently, he only moves an inch.

“Let’s hope I never find out.” You look into Mikey’s eyes and feel a certain guilt.

A guilt that you still love Patrick.

A guilt that he doesn’t know anything.

A guilt that you love him.

“Mikey, I-“ You are cut off by a pair of lips on yours.

He pulls you insanely close, cradling your head in his, it’s passionate- more than any other kiss you’ve shared. He pulls away, shocked at himself.

“I am so sorry, you just looked so gorgeous in the light and- I have had a few drinks- I am so sorry.” He apologises, rambling on.

You look up to the stage discreetly, their last song ends and they start to exit the stage, you lose all the members in the crowd.

You panic. He deserves to know the truth.

“Mikey don’t be sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you- I just-“ You groan, trying to think of a way to explain, “I just want you to be sure of your feelings. I’m not someone that enjoys being fucked around with. Which is why you should know-“

“Y/n.”. A familiar voice behind you makes your stomach drop.

“Know what?” Mikey grabs your hand, pleading with you to tell him what’s wrong.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” You turn around, there he is, sure as day.

“Pat-“ Before you can speak, he pulls you into a hug and suddenly you’re eight years old again- meeting Patrick for the first time.

He smells the same, you feel a tear roll down your cheek, losing it as it falls onto his jacket.

“Your brother told me everything, back home. How your dad had told him you broke your phone and lost all your numbers- and I just knew you never stopped talking to me- I knew it.”

Your brother, being old enough to stay in Chicago, had one phone call with your dad when you moved, you mentioned about a broken phone- the only nice thing he had ever done was replace it. And that was only so he could now where you were at the press of a button- you wouldn’t dare reject his calls.

You missed your brother so much, but he knew you would have called if you could.

He must have told your brother- who told Patrick, who must have told the boys.

Who-

“Nice to meet one of Y/n’s friends from Illinois.” Mikey nods at him, Patrick looks at him confused.

“Friend? Did you not-“ Patrick turns to you, but before you can say anything, Mikey is kidnapped by Gerard and Ray- forcing him to come help them get their instruments.

“You looked like you could use a little help.” Frank whispers in your ear, before motioning that your set is on soon.

“Thank you.” You whisper back.

“What’s going on, Y/n? Did you not tell anyone about us?” Patrick doesn’t seem upset, just confused.

“I did…I promise. I just…I missed you too much to cope at all, I just couldn’t talk about it. I thought I’d never see you again.” You look at him, defeated- overwhelmed by everything all at once.

“I missed you, too. More than anything.” He grabs your hand, your heart flutters. You look a little different to how he remembers you, well, you are a lot different now. He still thinks you are drop dead gorgeous, more so even.

“I um, I gotta go prepare for my band to play. But here-“ You grab the pen hanging out of his jacket top pocket before scribbling your new number on his hand, “If we don’t get a chance, we will talk soon?” You smile.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, we are here for a couple weeks- Joe’s visiting his aunt a couple of towns over, so- I’ll be here. Wait- you’re My Chemical Romance?” His eyes shine, he’s never seen you play like you do now, you can’t wait.

“You know what- seems like I am.” You giggle before downing your beer and waving goodbye, running to the van parked out back to get your sticks, opting to use the house drums already on stage.

Your heart hangs heavy with all of tonight.

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“And now welcome to the stage- a favourite here at Puzzles, you know them, you love them. They got a new album out in a couple of months- it’s My Chemical Romance!” Marshall, the announcer for most nights, gives you a high five as you all step out. You had decided to play a a few songs from your only album- I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love.

Of course the new one was in the making, and how things were looking seems you would be the drummer indefinitely. You often helped with the writing process, giving you a deep understanding to each lyric and beat.

Gerard amps up the crowd and you try to spot the boys in the audience, you do, you can see them by the bar.

Pete noticed you looking and gave you a wave, nudging Patrick, who gave you a shy wave too. Andy gives you a thumbs up, and Joe just smiles, nodding over.

“We decided tonight, we’re gonna start with a little something called Headfirst for Halos-“ Gerard motions over to me and I start my cue.

“1, 2, 3-“ You blur into the microphone next to you and as soon as your sticks hit the set- you know this is gonna be a good show.

Every song makes you sweat even more, your swinging your hair around, trying to keep it from sticking to your forehead. Frank’s nearly hit Mikey in the head five times and has already licked Gerard, Ray is stood- grounded- head banging like usual and definitely with more grace than you.

You guys finish off with the song that meant the most to you, Demolition Lovers. Having wrote a lot of the lyrics about Mikey- you felt a special connection to this one specifically- it was the band’s lovechild which basically gave you all (mostly Gee) the idea of the next album.

As Gerard sings, you can’t help but find Mikey with your eyes, he usually stand on his side of the stage, moving a klmetre or two but this time- he walks closer. He’s now playing at you- putting his heart into his bass

“I’m trying, I’m trying.”

“To let you know how much you mean”

“As days fade and nights grow”

“And we grow cold”

You start the cry a little, the lyrics you wrote, you feel it in your soul.

The song ends and you can’t do anything but sit there, the hot lights shining down on you.

“Our CD’s are behind the bar as usual if anyone would like one, we have been My Chemical Romance, thank you so much!” Gerard screams down the mic, you look at Mikey, he offers out his hand.

You take it, letting him pull you off stage with the guys, as you walk out the bitter cold air is pleasure against your skin- hot like metal.

Everyone starts putting their equipment back into the van.

“Cigarette?” Frank quips, having his own today he offers out the box.

“Deadly.” You breathe, taking one out, using Frank’s cigarette to light it as you forgot your bag at home.

“How about you just…be our drummer? You’re already the best out there, you never let us down. I know you don’t like spotlight and all but you write songs the way we do and we need you-“

“I’ll do it.” You laugh.

“Really?” Frank’s hopeful eyes shining at you, they had asked a few times with you always declining.

“Yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Guys! She’s in!” Frank screams, all of a sudden you are surrounded by sweaty, stinking males putting their paws all over you as they hug you.

“Finally!” Gerard kisses your forehead.

You just hope your whole boy situation doesn’t break up the band.

“You need me, what can I say?” You pretend to play it off cool.

What a night you are in for.

[turtleblogatlast]

Love when people play with the idea that one of Leo’s katana could have accidentally been left in the Prison Dimension and furthermore I love when that idea has Consequences™️.

Oh a chunk of your soul is in a place nothing can escape unless by means of ripping a hole through dimensions? Good luck with that.

Imagine Leo doesn’t realize it at first, and just assumes that this off, empty feeling is just “depression kicking it up a notch haha.” Later, he thinks it’s “probably just the ✨trauma✨, that’s what Mikey’s pamphlet said, I guess.”

And then, his body heals, and the brothers go out on the first mission they’d had in a while.

Leo goes to teleport and-

He’d never known what the in-between state of teleportation felt like until then. Seeing the world in a state of everything and nothing, simultaneously. To witness reality as a mass of molecules, just an infinite well of things put together to make a whole, and he, too, is broken into pieces yet he feels it all. He doesn’t know what’s happening, and it doesn’t really hurt but it’s-

In a blink, he’s at his katana, his teleport successful.

He’d been in the inbetween for ten minutes.

[somerandomdudelmao]

there's something so potent about mikey's spirit protecting leo and i'm going to try to put it into words here but forgive me if i don't accurately get my point across

by all accounts - mikey should have shattered along with his body. and you can see the evidence of that because his spirit is cracked and fraying and glitching just like when he was alive and pushing himself too far. and yet against all fucking odds he's holding himself together and ripping through the veil almost the same way casey is just so he can stand over his big brother and return the favor leo's been doing for years - saying 'don't touch him'

leo's been acting as a shield, but even shields wear down and crack and break because they're meant to take hits, to protect the person on the other side, but nothing in this world is indestructible - not forever.

recently i learned more about radiation therapy, the way it can target certain areas in the body with the right settings, but also the way it progressively wears you down because as much as it can help you, it's also hurting you. it feels very similar to the way leo stands directly in the path of the krang's power because 'i don't have magic, it can't hurt me' but it can because the magic was there once and nothing is ever fully erased from existence. it doesn't feel like it's hurting him, but it is. and like a wilting plant trying to sprout new growth, repeatedly exposed to blistering sunlight but never being watered because 'it's already wilting and dying, there's no point' - but there's always something beneath the soil, some remnant that toils ever upward to keep growing and living. leo's never really given himself a chance, has he? because he's been so focused on keeping mikey out of harm's way that he never stopped to dig down a little further and find those roots, still trying to take hold.

there's no way of knowing at this point in the story if leo is ever supposed to find his magic/ninpo again, but wouldn't that be something? anything can grow, given the right environment and attention. take what's left from the ruined timeline and plant him in new soil, free of warfare, safe with his brothers, and who knows what could grow.

and if mikey is there? if his family is there? you can be damn well sure they're going to water anything that looks like new growth - why wouldn't they? it's time to return the favor, after all.

Yes yep mhm uh huh YES T H I S

[baby-tini]

I SAW U SAID MIKEY BRAIN ROT IS BACK….

So how about yandere kantou mikey w a reader who runs a flower shop? :3 perhaps smut maybe so…if you feel like it…..

When you met Mikey, you knew who he was, you would've been stupid if you didn't. But you didn't expect too bump into him outside the flower shop, that you had owned, passes down in a family business. You had bumped into him and fallin' on your ass, flowers spreading around you, some getting in your hair as you looked up at him. He had been awestruck in all honesty the first time he saw you, you looked a little angel to him. Wide eyes looking up at him while you pout, he became hooked that very moment. Visiting you everyday after that, pushing away trouble, even though, he was the epitome of it. He hasn't missed a day, always chatting you up at work. When Mikey had asked you too be his, you told him no at first. You weren't stupid you understood the dangers of being in a gang, muchless being the bosses girlfriend. Other gangs would try and kill you just by association. When you explained your worries after he had repeatedly asked you out, he laughed in your face but then he quickly turned serious and grabbed your hands. Repeating the promise that he would protect you with his life, and he held true to that promise since that very day. He's very rarely not by your side and when he isn't, again very rarely, he leaves his only most trusted men with you, ready to die for you, as ordered by Manjiro Sano himself. The first time Mikey had kissed you it had also turned into your first time, it was when you were closing shop. He had come in as your shift ended and had planned too take you home but, you still needed too get a few things done before you left. It wasn't planned for, it was more on impulse and it was sloppy, but... a cute kind of sloppy, his hands were all over you. Pulling at your shirt only top then just shove his hands under it. He wasn't the most coordinated, going off that you assumed he wasn't the most experienced either. But that wasn't really a problem for you since you were barley experienced yourself and you were happy that Mikey was going to be your first time. He had laid you down on a flower bed of loose petals, kissing down your neck as he ripped open your shirt, tearing it down the neck line and pulling you towards him too push it off your shoulders. As he tears your bra at the clasps and roughly pulls at the straps, pushing them down your arms as he throws, said bra, to the side as he kissed down your chest. Leaving hickeys and bite marks on your skin, coming back later to nurse the sore skin with his tongue. Kissing down your chest too tug at your nipples with his teeth, rolling his tongue around the perked nipple, head back as you lean back on your arms. Moving your hair away from your chest and running a hand through his hair as he leaves sloppy kisses between your tits. Grabbing a fistfull of his haie too bring back toy your lips, kissing him as he slips tongue in while you push off his Kanto jacket and tug at his shirt. He pulls back, pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the side as he leans down too kiss you again, wrapping an arm around the back of your waist and pulling you towards him. Messily un-doing his, you struggle with getting lose but he just pushes your hands away pushes you back against the flower petals. Un-doing the button and pulling zipper down as he lifts your skirt and pushes your panties to the side. Slipping his tip in and rubbing your thighs as he groans, it's a stretch too take in the tip, your stomach sucking in and tensing as your hands press against his chest, also tense. He pushes your hands away and gathers both your wrists in a single hand as he pins them above your head and continues too slowly push in.

A huffed out whine that turns into a wince, escapes your lips as your face turns to the side. He uses his free hand too turn your face towards him and a grin splits his lips, "ah ah, you're gonna look at me while I fuck you open, yeah?" You give him a groan before turning your face back towards him with a small pout. He rubs his left thumb across your cheek, under your eye as he fully pushes in. His abs flexing as he pants, slowly inhaling as his eyes shut tight and he groans. He moves his free hand too rest by your head, holding his weight up, as he leans down to your face and capturing your lips in a kiss. Wrapping your legs around his waist, tight, you lean up a bit, using him as leverage too kiss him back. Pulling back too kiss down his neck and leave marks of your own on his soft skin, licking up his jugular too suck on it later. He leans back a bit, straightening up and starting a slow, bearable pace for you, wincing slightly from how tight you are, as soft velvet grips his cock like a vice. He whines as he slowly pushes back in, he lets go of your wrists, both of his wrists grabbing your hips, his grip tight and bruising as his pace picks up and he fucks into you a little quicker. Bleary eyes stare at you from above, behind long, pretty lashes as he watches your face twist from pain to pleasure because of him. He straightens up fully as he moves you on, his cock, your slick dripping down his balls as they slap against your ass. Your hands quickly clawing at his chest when he goes faster, leaving long red marks, almost drawing blood as your nails dig into his shoulders. He huffs out a chuckle as you twist in his grip but he just pulls you closer, the harsh sound of his balls clapping against your ass meeting your ears. "She's fuckin'- ahhh shit... so fuckin' tight." It falls from him in a huff as he tenses his arms and shoulders, his nails digging into your thigh as he groans behind sealed lips. Fucking into you harder as you push at his chest. Back arching as you loudly whine into the empty shop. Squeezing eyes shut as you claw at the loose petals, tears clinging to your lashes, making your eyes sting as the salty liquid rolls down your cheeks. He leans down again, on one of his forearms as distracts himself from your soft walls, nipping at your throat, he can feel he's about to cum, the vice grip of your cunt getting impossibly tighter around his cock. "Mmm... gonna- hah.. gonna cum 'jiro, can't.. can't hold it. I need.. I need-" He shushes you, running a hand through your hair and kissing your bare shoulder. Encouraging you too cum for him as he speeds up, the knot in his stomach slipping loose as he fucks himself closer to an orgasm. You bite down on his shoulder as you cum, pussy convulsing around him as you wrap your hands up into his hair and tugging at the blonde chunks. He cums as you tug on the strands of blonde hair, groaning in your ear as rides out the shared orgasm. When he comes to a full stop, cock still balls deep inside you, he pants into your ear with a plead. "Stay with me forever... don't leave me like they did.. please."

[katanablue]

Leo + getting caught

Warnings: female reader, fingering (m+f), semi public, you get CAUGHT

Leonardo was supposed to be training you, teaching you basic self defense and he was! For the first hour at least. It had become a weekly thing for the two of you, Leo worried out of his turtle mind for you whenever you were by yourself. He wanted you to be able to protect yourself, as any good boyfriend would, so he took it upon himself to teach you how to defend yourself and get away if you ever found yourself in such a predicament. He hopes you never do but he’d prefer to be safe than sorry.

Today he was teaching you how to break out of several holds but gradually he learned that the continuous press of your sweaty body against his, combined with your grunts and moans, was steadily doing more harm than good.

Something about your smell today was enticing him more than usual and he isn’t sure why. But at this point he doesn’t care, not when he has one of his thick fingers buried deep inside you, mouthing at your neck and nipping every now and then while you drip so prettily onto his wrist. He couldn’t even bring himself to pull your pants down completely, just shoving his hand past the waistband and straight to your core. He practically moaned when he felt how wet you already were, the slick sounds reaching his ears and probably echoing throughout the training room. Leo’s got you pressed tight against the wall, subtly grinding his lower half against you while attempting to quiet his own sounds of pleasure.

Your left leg is barely hooked around him, the ridge of his shell digging into your flesh while your right arm is wrapped around the back of his neck. His mask ends are twisted in your fingers, your lips brushing against his cheek while you pant oh so beautifully against his ear.

Leo is rarely, rarely one to do something like this in public, especially in a place he considers so sacred like the dojo. But he just couldn’t help himself anymore; with the way you were breathing heavily whenever he had you trapped and how beads of sweat would roll down your neck and disappear down the center of your chest and into your shirt.

All it took was one flick of your eyes from his to his lips for him to crack.

“Smell so good,” He rasps against your throat, licking up your pulse and collecting sweat before biting at your jawline. He curls his fingers more within you, going to quickly swallow up your moan and shove his tongue into your mouth.

“Can you take another?” He whispers, prodding another finger at your entrance.

With a shaky breath you nod at him, taking your free arm to trail down his plastron to begin stroking his cloaca. He hisses at the contact, ready to just drop into your waiting hand. Leo adjusts himself to start rubbing at your clit, slowly pushing his second finger inside you.

“Good girl.” He growls lowly, plunging his fingers even deeper inside. Two of your own fingers just barely breach inside his slit, feeling his already hard member. You’re ready to take him into your palm, stroke him so that he can feel as heavenly as you do right now.

A high pitched scream pierces your ears, followed by a “Ew! Guys, what the heck!”

Leo rips himself away from you, hand retracting from your pants when the voice of Mikey rings in his ears and shatters the lust filled moment. Embarrassment floods your entire body, your cheeks setting aflame and you quickly adjust yourself to look decent. Leo keeps his lower half turned towards you to hide himself, anger and shame evident on his features.

“Michelangelo!”

The orange clad brother had quickly covered his eyes when he stumbled upon the raunchy scene of his friend and eldest brother, feigning gagging and turning quickly to face the other way.

“Seriously? Leonardo, I would’ve thought that you of all people would’ve known better. For shame brother, for shame.” Mikey tuts and exits the room, wiggling a finger up in the air. He leaves the two of you to bask in your awkwardness, you and Leo glancing at everywhere but each other. He clears his throat and turns to face you, taking a hold of your hand.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly.

“Other than being totally and completely utterly humiliated? Peachy.” You mumble, taking another look at the exit before landing on Leo. He gives you an apologetic smile, rubbing his finger over the back of your hand.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He sighs and uses his free hand to rub his forehead, horrified at allowing himself to get so swept up in his lust for you.

Now it was your turn to give an apologetic smile, gently nudging his arm with yours.

“It’s fine. I mean, we’re all gonna be scarred for the time being but,” You lean forward and kiss his cheek, happy to see when Leo smiles and turns his head to give you another peck.

“For what it’s worth, it was very sexy seeing you unable to restrain yourself.” You tease in an attempt to make light of the situation.

Leo scoffs but laughs, another wave of heat flushing through his cheeks as the image of Mikey catching the two of you passes through his brain again.

“Yeah well, maybe we can continue this back at your place. Where there will be no interruptions.” He’s already interlaced your fingers and pulls you towards the exit without waiting for answer.

Because how could you ever say no to your favorite leader in blue? Especially when you know that you’ll be able to scream his name without any restrictions?

[rinhaler]

holding you at gun point to write smth abt draken with this <3 (bonus points if daddy kink bc daddy issues go brrrrr)

ohhhhh my first tr writing on this blog lets gooooooooo

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, cheating, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, spit.

words: 1.1k

“Fuck—” you moan, feeling the impact of being slammed against the wall by Draken before he suffocates you as his lips encase yours. He’s so touchy, always has been, though things might have gone a tad too far this time. “K-Kenny, maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Sh, baby.” he interrupts, kissing you again before he trails his lips lovingly along your jawline and gropes your breast as he starts suck kisses into your neck.

“What about Mi- What about Manjiro?” you gasp, angling your neck to give him better access to you. You suppose you aren’t truly thinking about Manjiro at all. “He’ll be s-so mad at you, and me, Kenny, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

He silences you as he lifts you fully into his hold, your legs wrap around his waist and you capture him in another kiss. You can feel how hard he is, even through his jeans. And his moans, God, his fucking moans are spellbinding. You’d happily face Mikey’s wrath if it meant you can listen to Draken grunt and groan like this for you whenever you please.

“Fuck Mikey,” Draken tells you, his voice dropping a few octaves as he drops you down onto your mattress below. “I saw you first, y’know. Knew you were meant to be mine the moment I saw ya. And he fucking—” he stops himself, climbing on top of you and caging you beneath him.

Desperate hands reach and grab to hold him in any capacity. But he pulls away to yank down your panties. Although, his frenzied hands are too impatient, ripping them apart with ease.

You sit upright to chase him, eager to kiss him once more. He breaks it to throw his shirt over his head into a crumpled pile at the foot of your bed. He watches you, huffing excitedly as you undo his belt and pull down his zipper.

He grabs your chin, jerking your gaze upwards so that your needy, shimmering eyes answer the question of just how much you want him. Or, rather, need him. They’re glittering with want and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen a prettier pair of eyes.

You break the stare, your head drooping as you pull down his jeans and underwear in the same eager motion.

You’re almost salivating when you see his cock for the first time. Oh, he’s perfect. His leaking cockhead is flushed beautifully as he aches for you. He’s so messy, so beautiful. And it’s all for you. He smirks upon seeing a little bit of drool form on the corner of your slack jawed mouth. He wipes it, softly, before pushing you onto your back.

“You’re fucking soaked…” he laughs softly, pushing two fingers into your tight heat and scissoring you open briefly. His hands, you’ve never failed to notice, are massive. They’re veiny and intimidating, his fingers curl deep in your walls. And they venture deep enough to have you screaming as he finds your g-spot. “I can’t wait anymore, baby, I’m sorry… hope that was enough for ya.” he warns you, pulling out his fingers and lining up his cockhead with your wet hole.

“Unff, f-fuck, Kenny…” you mewl, nails clawing into his muscular back as he splits you open on his length.

“Fuuuuuck me, baby.” he chuckles shallowly, slotting himself inside fully until he has no length left to give. And he fucks you, slow but deep. Skin slapping against skin filling the room you sleep in, usually, beside Mikey. “Your pussy’s made for me, can feel it…” he tells you, kissing you right after.

“Wanna be d-daddy shaped, p-please, fuck me hard.” you tell him. Black eyes widen with lust and adoration after hearing you speak so salaciously. A large hand frames the lower half of your face, squeezing your cheeks until your lips pucker for him. And he can’t help himself, he can’t fucking control himself. You see his mouth contort and then you’re hit with a glob of saliva, his spit landing perfectly between your lips and slithering onto your tongue.

“Swallow it, baby, g-good girl…” he struggles to keep his composure as he fucks into you. You are a good girl. So obedient, so fucking perfect. And the moan that leaves him is almost angelic as he watches you swallow his spit so beautifully. “This is daddy’s pussy, yeah? Gonna let me fuck this little cunt as much as I want, aren’t you? Until you’re fuckin’ mine.” he speaks, knowing in reality it makes no sense. You’re already his, in his mind.

Consequences be damned.

You wrap your arms around his body, holding him close as he pounds into you. You know you have to be quick about this, Manjiro could be home at any minute. But you can’t stop before you’re satisfied. Before you’re done. Before you’re fucking ready. He rests his forehead against yours for a moment as he lets himself enjoy the moment, fully.

And you practically feel his cock twitch when he pulls away to look into your pathetic wet eyes. Are you really going to cry from the pleasure? Is he making you feel that good?

“P-Put a baby in me, daddy?” you blink up at him so fucking innocently. Are you serious? Have you forgotten who you’re meant to be committed to and that you’re not meant to be doing this right now? Draken isn’t sure he heard you right. Not until you repeat it with a broken whisper and little please please please’s spilling from your lips with each thrust.

He doesn’t think he’s ever cum so fast in his life. Fractured moans fighting their way out of his lungs as he fucks his cum hard and deep into your unprotected womb.

“Fuck, I’m sorry…” he apologies, he’d had no intention of cumming that quickly. “’m not done with you.” he promises, pushing one of your knees into your chest before searching for your aching clit as you make out nastily.

Tongues and moans dizzying your brain with each swipe of his fingers.

You hope Manjiro won’t be home anytime soon.

Because you can’t get enough of his best friend.

© 2023 rinitxshi

[carlsm1ssingeye]

are you alright ?

c.g

warnings: none, fluff

carl grimes x f!reader

info: carl and reader are both 15/16 (s6) this is set in the alexandria era of the walking dead. carl never lost his eye !

you’ve known carl for a while. since you got to alexandria a few months ago. you still remember enid introducing you to everyone. you were nervous, not knowing how people would react to a new girl joining their group. you met everyone, it took you a while to learn their names, but you got the hang of it. carl, enid, ron, mikey. even though you’ve been here a while, they don’t know anything about you. well, not really. they don’t know that you were alone for more than a whole year after your family were ripped apart in front of you, they don’t know-

enough about that. you and carl have never really been fond of eachother. always bickering about something. you didn’t hate carl, hate is a strong word, you just don’t get along. that was, until, the alexandrian walls got smushed by a falling watch tower. walkers flooded in like water in a bath. people started dying. you heard screaming and went outside to be met with a bunch of walkers. you backed into an alley between yours and carl’s house, trembling at the sounds of the walkers gnawing on peoples flesh, the dead eating the living. you hit your head on something, wincing at, the pain. you could hear the screaming of terror or pain from their victims. your thoughts were put on a halt at the feeling of someone grabbing you…

a walker. you shoved it away, reaching for your knife in your waistband. it’s stuck. you began thinking of other ways to pierce through its brain, but then a knife stabbed through the back of its skull, blood spilling all over your body. the walker dropped, revealing carl standing there, a knife in his hand.

“are you alright? it didn’t bite you, did it?”

you stayed frozen, not knowing what to do with yourself as he quickly checked you for bites.

“no.” you managed to croak, and he looked up at your face.

“and you’re sure of it?”

you didn’t reply to that. he pulled you both through a door and into his house, before blocking up every door and window. his family always keep wood in the basement, especially for things like these. almost like they expected it.

he sat you on a chair and looked over you again, seeing the blood seeping from your head.

“walker did this?”

“no. i hit my head.” you mumbled, looking down as he lifted your chin, inspecting it.

“we better cover it. it could get infected.”

you didn’t protest, just sitting there as he got out a first aid kit and put rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab. your face scrunched at the pain as he dabbed your wound. he noticed, he didn’t stop though. knowing that it was for your own good.

he bandaged the cut as you still sat there, the silence uncomfortable.

“done.” he finally spoke up, you flinching at the sound.

“thanks…” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. everything had happened so fast. “where’s your family?” he looked at you. “i think their at glenn and maggie’s, their alright.” he smiled.

you felt your face heat up when you saw that grin. he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. this was probably the first time you’d every gotten along. and to be honest, it felt nice. for a while, you just sat there, gazing into eachothers eyes.

then he cleared his throat, stepping back. “what do you suppose is going to happen? out there, i mean.”

you looked at him and shrugged, your face still pinky from before.

“i’m not sure.”

about a month later, everything was back to normal. ish. there were not walkers, but about half of your people were gone. including the leader. so now, rick grimes has taken over for her. you and carl fought less, and lately, you’ve even began to catch feelings for him. you haven’t said anything, just in case he doesn’t feel the same. but everyday that feeling gets stronger. and soon, you’re bound to pop.

you’re at ron’s house with carl, mikey and enid. enid clearly has a thing for carl, which makes you feel left out. especially when he flirts back. it makes your blood boil. mikey and ron are playing a video game while carl is reading a comic and enid is next to him. you’re just standing there, really. half the time you don’t even know why you’re there. and then you see enid touching carls sleeve. that was the last straw.

you cleared your throat, “i’m gonna go get a drink.” you left the room quickly, going to the kitchen. you sat at the island for a while, before carl came in.

“something wrong?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. “you kinda stormed outa there.”

you just looked at him, not replying.

“y/n, really? i’m trying to help here.”

“does what happened a month or so ago not matter to you? what was that?” you blurted.

he sat next to you. “i could say the same thing.” he looked at you.

you didn’t know what to say to that, and just sat there.

“i didn’t think you were comfortable with it.” he claimed, his eyebrows knitting slightly.

“what’s that with enid then?” he looked at you, slightly surprised.

“there’s nothing with enid. nothing. I promise. i’ve told her to stop, but she won’t listen.” he got closer, “it’s you that i like, y/n.”

you looked at him, “and you’re sure?”

he chuckled, rolling his eyes. “yes, i’m extremely sure.” you smiled, he held your chin. “you’re beautiful, you know?”

“I’ve never kissed anyone.” you quickly quipped, he smirked. “even better.” your lips joint.

that was your first of many kisses with him.

this was my first ever time writing, thank you for reading! (i accidentally deleted it like twice and had to re-write it, damn)

i know it’s quite short and not the best but i tried and i hope to get better!

please leave suggestions or tips and tricks if you have any, i hope you enjoyed!

[400badrequest]

CHAPT FIVE: no crying in the walk-in | Mikey Berazatto x F!Reader

SUMMARY: The meat guy is a fucking asshole. Mikey picks you over the high of winning a fight.

CW: age gap. Canon typical anger

WORD COUNT: 857

A/N: i know i know it's sort. The next one is NOTABLY younger. This is more of a character reflection. Also! I've mentally nicknamed reader as "Spice" - yknow, because of Sugar? Anyway, if anyone wants to come yell at me abt it, that's her name :3

The fight happens fast.

You’re not a yeller. You’re not like Richie - don’t bark or flail or puff up when shit goes sideways. But you’re sharp. Precise. Like a scalpel instead of a bat. And today? You’re all fucking edges.

The meat guy - Tony, or Tommy, or one of those greasy T names - thought he could slide in some bullshit chuck cuts and skirt steak into the order, label it as sirloin, and pocket the difference. Maybe it would’ve worked with someone else. But not with you. Not after Mikey taught you how to look - really look - at the grain, the fat cap, the marbling. Not after he made you touch it, feel the difference between muscle and sinew with your fingers, because that shit mattered if you were gonna run point on purchasing.

You’d hated it, back then. Claimed it was gross. Still grimaced when things were too raw. But you’d learned.

And today, when the delivery came in, you took one look at the vac-sealed tray and fucking snapped.

"You’re charging me sirloin rates for off-cut garbage,” you’d said, voice low and dangerous. “Are you high or just hoping I’m stupid?”

The guy laughed. Wrong move.

Mikey only caught the end of it - enough to hear you say, flat and furious, “You try and cheat us again, I’ll call every other restaurant you deliver to and tell them you’re moving dead product. You’ll be selling street meat off a food truck by Thursday.”

The meat guy left white-faced and humiliated.

Mikey beamed.

But when he went looking for you to do the victory lap, you weren’t in the office. Or the prep line. Or even the bathroom.

He finds you in the walk-in.

You’re sitting on an overturned milk crate in the corner, arms wrapped around yourself, hood up. Not crying. Just... still. Breathing in short, controlled bursts like your own pulse is trying to shake you out of yout body.

“Hey,” he says, soft, stepping in and pulling the door shut behind him. “You freezing your tits off for fun or...?”

You don't look at him. “Cold calms me down.”

He watches you for a second. The slight tremble in your fingers. The faint pink on your nose. How small you look in here, huddled up like you’re waiting out a storm. He’s pretty sure you’re lying.

You don't do calm. You do containment.

“Uh-huh,” he says, not buying it. “You know this thing’s kept at, like, thirty-eight degrees, right? This isn’t a spa.”

You shrug. “Better than yelling. I wanted to hit him.”

“You should’ve hit him,” he grins. “Goddamn. I was ready to throw you a parade. That was savage.”

You finally glances at him. “He was trying to rip us off.”

“Yeah. And you nailed him to the fuckin’ wall. It was beautiful.”

You huff, fringe fluttering. “I didn’t like feeling that angry.”

Mikey leans against the shelves across from you, arms crossed. Watches you like he’s trying to solve a riddle written on your skin.

“Y’know,” he says slowly, “you’re allowed to get pissed off when someone fucks with you.”

“I don’t like what I do when I get pissed off,” you mutter.

That lands heavier than he expects.

And he gets it. Christ, does he get it.

That’s the thing about rage - it feels good until it doesn’t. Until you’re shaking in a walk-in fridge because you didn’t trust yourself not to go too far.

He doesn’t push. Just shifts closer, squats down beside you so he’s not looming.

“You did good,” he says, quiet now. “You protected the place. Protected us. That’s your job. You did it.”

You nod, but it’s tight. Like you’re holding something down with both hands.

He remembers this one summer - one of the ones when his dad was still around, when Carmy was still toddling about with floaties and he was a year or so out from getting fuzz on his top lip. He’d held a boogie board underwater with both his hands, just to see if he could - it slipped out, because of course it had, and it had clocked him right in the face. His blood had turned the water rust coloured when he cried and his ma had driven him to the ER with a cigarette in her mouth and a scowl on her face. 

He wonders if this’ll come back out to hit you. If he’ll be the one with the cigarette in his mouth by your side.

He won’t scowl, at least.

He watches a moment longer. Then peels off his hoodie and drops it over your shoulders without comment. You startle a little, but don't hand it back. Just tug it tighter around yourself like you’re not ready to leave the cold yet but maybe don't mind the warmth.

They sit in silence for a while.

Eventually, you say, “You’re not gonna make a joke?”

“Not everything’s a bit.”

“You say that, but...”

He smiles. “You’re scary when you’re mad.”

“I know,” you whisper. Like it’s a bad thing.

He shakes his head, hearing the unsaid. “It’s not.”

He means it.

And maybe - maybe you believe him.

[goddess-venuz]

COMMANDERS TOY CH 32

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ:Playing Games|Summer Walker& Drake

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ LIPS ENTANGLED WITH

MIKEY'S...

Long after you had discarded your clothing along

with his Kimono, your fingers were entangled into

his locks, the moonlight that leaked through your

bedroom's blinds kissed on your nearly nude

figures on your bed.

Parting the kiss, gentle panting as you buried your

face into the nape of Mikey's neck, kissing it

roughly, the male's chest heaved slightly, grasping

your hips,

"(Y/n)--.." Swallowing back a moan feeling your clothed slit brush against his cock, "Are you sure you will be able to do this... You're drunk and I need to fucking know who hurt you-" A low moan falls from his lips as you rolled your hips, your lips dug into the nape of his neck, sucking the unmarked flesh, you slowly moved your lips away, licking across the newly made mark.

"Manjiro.."

Sitting up, you moved your fingers from his locks

to his chest, a small smirk resting on your lips;

"I don't want to hear anything unless it's my name."

"Tonight. You're mine."

Getting off of him, you kneeled in front of the

already lightly flustered Commander, Tracing your

finger against his veins of his cock, they pulsed

lightly underneath your touch.

Adjusting yourself on your knees, you dragged your

tongue from the base of his cock, flatly, to the tip.

Mikey's shoulders shiver slightly by the small gesture, his fingers falling on the sheets of the bed, his eyes trained on you with anticipation.

Lowering your jaw slightly, your tongue sticking

out, unhurriedly you took in his length between your lips, hearing a sharp-inhale moan from Mikey, you lowered your head until the tip of his cock rested at the back of your throat.

Relaxing your throat, breathing out of your

nostrils, you bobbed your head at a steady pace,

hearing small erupted moans from above you, you

gazed up being greeted with Mikey's lustful and

flustered gaze.

Taking off guard as you gazed at him, watching his

cock being engulfed by your lips made the

commander's face turn a soft red, shakily placing

the back of his left hand over his nose and lips, he

averts his gaze.

"D...Damn... Do you really have to

look hot doing this.." Muttering out weakly, trying

to speak without his moans interrupting him.

Another sudden sharp moan falls from Mikey's lips, his hips bucking up gently as unexpected you

sucked his length while fastening your pace,

seemingly the sheets were not sufficient to hold his firm shaking grip,

His fingers moved from the sheets to your (h/c)

locks, his fingertips brushing over your scalp just

barely before he grasped a firm handful,

"(Y/n)..."

Almost whispering out your name like it was a

ghost's name, Mikey unknowingly began to roll his

hips at the pace of your bobbing, his eyebrows

twitched in pleasure, lips parted then pressed

firmly together to subdue his low moans.

Your hand stroked the reminder of his cock you

were unable to fit into your mouth, stroking,

squeezing lightly, each time your tongue brush

against his veins of his cock, they pulsed each

movement you did.

Fondling his balls to drive him close to his release,

a choked-sob moan ripped from Mikey's throat, his

hand that firmly grasped your locks, pushed your

head closer to his hips, forcing his cock to be

shoved into your mouth.

Just the feeling of your throat snug around his cock

made him moan out, his head tilted back slightly,

chest beginning to heave,

"(Y/n)~...Damn.."

Feeling his cock twitch against your throat, the

small droplets of pre-cum coating your tongue,

forcing your head against his firm grip, you lifted

your head, removing your lips from his cock as you

panted out a laugh once Mikey snapped his head

down to look at you as if you had just slapped the

poor male.

Licking your lips with a breathless laugh, you stood

up to your feet with a smirk "That's payback for the

shower."

Releasing the reason you erupted him from his

chasing release, Mikey frowns with a small pout,

looking away from you "So mean..."

The feeling of your laced underwear smacking on

the side of his head made him look towards your

nude figure, tossing your bra to the side.

Just the sight of you made his heart leap through his chest, staring at you with full admiration, Mikey

moved your underwear from his head, tossing it to

the side,

"Every time I look at you... I just keep falling in love

with you."

Eyes widened slightly at his words, heat washing

over your cheeks until you smiled warmly,

"You always say that every time we about to have sex."chuckling gently, you walked to your nightstand, brushing a strain of your locks behind your ear as you dug through it.

"I mean it though. I'm not just saying it to say it. If

anything was to happen to you--"

Mikey was cut off by a large package condom that

was smacked into his face, he frowns at the object

with an annoyed sigh; "Really? I thought I threw

these away."

"You did. That's why I have extras. Are you trying

to get me pregnant?"

"It's going to happen sooner or later! It just shows

you more mine than anyone. Wouldn't it be nice

to have little Mikies and (Y/n)s running around

kicking ass?" Mikey asked, biting the end of the

package, he tears a perfect slit then pulls out the

condom.

The male places the condom over his cock, pinching the tip he sighed; "This is almost a turn off.... I won't be able to feel how warm you really are."

"Oh well, it's protection. We're not ready for kids.

Definitely you."

"Pfft... You're my wife, I'm always ready to start a

family with you. And when that happens I'm going

to be smiling from ear to ear."

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you smiled

down at him "When that happens. We will be truly

husband and wife."

Straddling his hips, Mikey gripped your plush hips,

his eyes watching as you lowered yourself on his

cock, a gentle grunt coming from him, adjusting

himself on the bed feeling your walls adjusting

around his length.

"You are already my wife.."

Swallowing back a moan, you parted your lips

slightly a small moan,

"You...You always just say that--" a moan of surprise falls from you as Mikey thrust his hips up, his cock stroke your walls roughly.

"I don't just say that I mean every word. (Y/n), do

you think I will just be near you almost every day because I was just saying that..No, All I want is you

and only you. Whenever I am around you. I feel

hopeless, butterflies in my stomach My dark

world I suffer in. becomes lighter just by your

smile and voice."

Looking down at him, you chuckled gently cupping

his cheeks, you tilt his head up with a light grin. "What am I ever going to do with you...I love you." pulling him into a passionate kiss, you began to rock your hips, fingers moving from your hips to

your waist, Mikey felt his heart being squeezed at

your words.

The way your smaller figure was pressed against

his, the way your hips rocked, the scent your body

gave off, no matter how many times he would have

sex with you, your pussy was always perfect to his

cock.

Your warmth, just the way your walls would adjust

perfectly around his length.

Everything about you was perfect to him.

Words were never enough to describe how much he

loved everything about you, sometimes it frustrated

the commander as he could do nothing but stare at

you with a smile earning a flustered and laughing

you in the end,

If anything was the happen to you...

Pushing your weight against Mikey, laying him flat

on his back, breaking the heated kiss, you placed

your palms on his bare chest, your fingers brushing

against his tattoo that matched yours.

Staring up at you with a lustful gaze, his blonde

locks sprawled as you bounced your hips, his cock

sliding through your warm tight walls, his lips were

parted as he moaned your name in a soft chant-like

he was reciting a spell.

"(Y/n)...(Y/n).... (Y/n)~...If anything was to happen to you I'll lose myself... And bring everyone to hell with me."

Mikey's fingertips dug into your waist as you parted

and closed your lips in utter pleasure, each time

you brought yourself down on his cock, it was

nothing but a wave of pleasure hitting you.

Breasts bounced gently to each bounce you did,

your fingers curled on his chest as you rocked your

hips with your bounces, "Manjiro~ God your cock

feels so good~"

A weak chuckle came from Mikey as his cock

twitched against your walls, feeling your cunt

squeezed around his length. drove the male to want to reach his release with you.

Fingers grasping your hips firmly, he halts your

bouncing, lifting your hips just inches above his,

Mikey began to thrust sharply upwards at a fast-

paced, his lips pressed together, his eyebrows

twisting in pleasure as he plows into your soaked

cunt making you moan out.

"M-Manjiro! Manjiro!~ Ah!~ I'm gonna cum~"

With one final thrust, prodding at your spot, you

released a loud moan, your head tilting back was

Mikey's back arched, his eyes widened slightly, his

closed lips parted as a loud moan ripped from his

throat.

"Ah-Ah-Ah!~ (Y-Y/n)! Shit!~"

Mikey's hips dropped, his chest heaving as he

comes down from his high with you, both left

breathless, your arms shakily giving out on you as

you fell on top of Mikey.

Draping an arm over your waist while staring

up at the ceiling, Mikey laughs out breathlessly;

"I guess you were able to handle it, Yeah?--(Y/n)?"

Hearing gentle snoring on his chest, he turned his

gaze down to you seeing you fast asleep, a warm

smile formed over his lips, carefully shifting

underneath you, pulling his length from your folds,

he lays you on the bed then covers you up.

Placing a kiss on your cheek, he sits up then looked

down at the filled condom, taking it off with his

nose turning in disgust, he tosses it into the

trashcan then looked towards your dresser.

'Tsk. I really need to get rid of those.. Whole turn off."