#mikey's nuzzling

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Quick reminder of how adorably excited Leo and Mikey are to see Donnie in this scene.

... that is all.

[mytwokidbrothers]

the 'poor mikey little bro' comments under destroya vids make me viscerally angry like he is not a grown ass man who clearly does not give a gaf ? and also fully participates in the song & g's performance of it (see: mikey wrapping an arm around g's waist and nuzzling into his shoulder as g moans that one time) ??? not even in a waycest way although that angle is fun too but do u guys think they made mikey leave the fuckin reccording booth when they made the song like 'oh no ur brother is going to imitate sexy sounds go sit out in the hallway and suck on a lollipop while u wait' ???????????

[torturedblue]

Happy Halloween friends 🫶🏽 🍂 🎃

[emmyrosee]

Imagine, while he’s putting on his shirt, the one you love so much, you quickly dart over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, and nuzzle into his chest. He tenses, keeps his arms up, but looks down at you through his looped arms.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” you mewl, relishing in the smell of his cologne. “I love this shirt…”

“You should love the man in the shirt,” he corrects, trying to nudge you off of his body. “Can we wrap this up? My arms are stuck-“

“Mmmno.”

“Haa?”

“No,” you repeat, hugging him tighter and closing your eyes, letting the warmth of his body mingle with yours. Your torsos press close against each other, and you purr at the safe feeling. “Don’t want to get up yet. I want to keep hugging you.”

“Can’t you hug me after my shirt is on?”

“It’s not the same,” you correct. “You’re warm.”

“I’ll be warm with the shirt on- I promise.” He chuckles and writhes slightly to try and shake you off, to no avail, your body merely swaying with his, and a stubborn giggle slipping out. “You’re being a brat, you know?”

“Im your brat though,” you say, resting your eyes, only to melt as his entangled arms lower to wrap around you, tugging you close. Your head gets forced closer to him due to the fabric, but you certainly aren’t going to complain. Your fingers run gently over the dimples in his lower back, and you feel him shiver slightly from the gentle touch, the tender skin there not used to the affection. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, nosing at your scalp gently before keeping still.

Beats of time pass, and while you know you should let him continue to get dressed, you can’t bring yourself to get up and let him, not wanting the most blissful part of your day end so soon.

And hey- if he really wanted you off, you know he’d make it happen.

He’s just as much of a sucker as you are.

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hq: kageyama, tsukishima, kuroo, kenma, hanamaki, IWAIZUMI, matsukawa, akaashi, SEMI, ushijima, KITA, SUNA, atsumu, OSAMU, ARAN, KIYOOMI

bnha: kirishima, sero, shinsou, BAKUGOU, aizawa, HAWKS, DABI

jjk: megumi, TOJI, geto, sukuna hehehehe, SHIU

tr: mikey, DRAKEN, BAJI

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[truths33k3r4]

REEEE GUYS!! PART 24 IS UP!!!!!!!!

When I saw lil Donnie standing up for Mikey- AHH MY HEART HE'S SO CUTE AND SUCH A GOOD BIG BROTHER!! And the BOIS ARE BONDINGGGGG AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! :)

~ Melissa

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Escape plant 2.0 START!!! >:D

Back with the brothers! How will everything/everyone come together? Well, we are going to find out soon >:3

[dancingdonatello]

please could you write about the 2012 boys x a reader WHO THINKS THEY'RE SO CUTE AND LOVES RUBBING THEIR CHEEKS AND PETTING THEM? seriously they look like green gummy balls, i want to eat their heads and chew them forever 🙏

tmmt 2012 x gn reader

Leo blushed and tried to ignore you. Couldn’t you see he was busy watching a TV show? You threw yourself over his lap, staring up at him with heart eyes. Your hands pet down over his arms down to his hands.

You were so distracting… He forced his gaze onto the screen even when you traced over his plastron. He couldn’t let you win.

“Leo…” You whined for his attention, wanting to look at his pretty eyes. “Look at me, please?”

“You’re so cute.”

“Will ya stop it?!” Raph growled out as you tugged on his cheeks. He did nothing more than gently smack your hands away each time you went to grab him, knowing if he put any more effort into his movements, it would hurt you. “You’re so annoyin’.”

Yet, despite his words, he leaned into your one hand that stroked the sharp angle of his cheek, eyes fluttering shut somehow in angry manner. You giggled at him and he shot you a halfhearted glare.

Donnie tries to act like he doesn’t crave your affection, but in reality, it’s all he can ever think about. When he’s working on the shellraiser, he thinks of your hands on his cheeks and on his neck. He thinks of you pressing kisses to his face while he works. He’s a lovesick fool.

He thinks about it so much that he ends up doing it to you when you next see each other. He cups your face and looks down at you, all affectionate. It fries your brain immediately.

Mikey nuzzled into your hands, happily staring up at you. He loved it when you got affectionate like this. He flopped on top of you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers tracing his face. He had even taken off his mask to give you more access.

“Don’t stop!” He’ll whine when you pull your hands away, grabbing your wrists and giving you his wide-teary eyed stare that always gets him what he wants. Even when your arms grow tired, you keep it up.

[missmadella]

Blanket Diplomacy (Bonten x Reader)

Summary: You're the beloved, fiercely protected darling of Bonten — the most dangerous criminal syndicate in Tokyo, led by Mikey and his five closest men: Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Kakucho, and Kokonoi. They call you princess, darling, and treat you like royalty, keeping you wrapped in warmth, affection, and handmade blankets. But despite the luxury and loyalty, you’re still human — prone to nightmares, needing comfort, craving normalcy.

One day, while seeking a quiet moment alone, you accidentally wander into the middle of a covert Bonten job. Mikey’s cold, dangerous side surfaces, and you’re rushed away in fear — not of the job, but of how distant and terrifying he suddenly felt.

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The room was cold. The kind of cold that wasn’t from air conditioning, but the kind that came from sharp suits, colder eyes, and guns tucked just out of sight.

The infamous Bonten boardroom.

Six of the most dangerous men in Tokyo sat in silence, flanked by sleek walls and the looming presence of power. But for once, the focus of the room wasn’t on them.

It was you.

Wrapped up like a little blanket burrito in soft grey fleece, cradled protectively in Rindou Haitani’s lap — your head tucked beneath his chin, breath rising and falling slowly, peacefully. One of your arms was wedged between his chest and your own body, the other curled up near your face as you slept with the softest frown on your lips.

Completely unaware that a meeting with a rival syndicate was in session.

A low hum came from Rindou’s chest as he adjusted his hold around you slightly, tucking a piece of the blanket closer to your cheek. His fingers threaded gently through your hair, like muscle memory.

“Don’t move too much,” Ran muttered beside him, a teasing smirk on his lips. “You’ll wake princess.”

“She stayed up waiting for us last night,” Rindou murmured. “Didn’t want to sleep until we were all back.”

Kokonoi, seated across the table, sighed through his nose without looking up from his tablet. “That’s because she worries too much. Even though we’re the ones keeping her safe.”

“She just loves you dumbasses,” Sanzu chimed in, flicking ashes into a crystal tray. “Especially you, Koko. You and your little stress wrinkles.”

Koko didn’t look up. “I moisturize.”

The rival gang sitting across the room looked unsure whether they had stepped into a mafia negotiation… or a soap opera. One of them made the mistake of letting his gaze linger too long on you, his brow furrowing slightly — as if he couldn’t quite process why the crown jewel of Tokyo’s most dangerous organization was asleep during a war meeting.

The temperature in the room dropped immediately.

Mikey, at the head of the table, didn’t even glance up from where he sat. But his voice cut through the silence like a scalpel.

“Don’t look at her.”

The man blinked. “I—I wasn’t—”

Sanzu smiled without humor. “You were. And I don’t like that look on your face.”

Ran stretched his arms behind his head lazily, crossing one ankle over the other.

“See, princess is off-limits. You want a bullet buffet, feel free to keep staring.”

Rindou didn’t say anything — just tightened his arm around your waist. You shifted gently in your sleep, murmuring something unintelligible, your nose nuzzling into his collarbone. He softened immediately, one hand cupping the back of your head.

“Shhh, darling,” he whispered, voice a breath. “Just sleep.”

Across the table, Kakucho’s lip twitched in something close to amusement. His arms were folded, his presence calm and collected — but the moment anyone even looked at you wrong, his dark eyes turned feral.

“She’s not a prop. She’s our peace. Keep her that way.”

The rival gang leader raised both hands slightly in a poor attempt at pacification. “No disrespect intended. We were just surprised.”

“You should stop being surprised,” Kokonoi muttered. “And start talking. You’ve got fifteen minutes left before our princess wakes up, and trust me… she doesn’t like strangers.”

“Especially the kind who talk too loud,” Sanzu added, smiling with teeth.

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Time passed.

The meeting continued, half-heartedly. Bonten didn’t really care what this other gang had to offer. The important part — the only part — was that you were still asleep, safe and warm in one of their arms.

When you finally stirred, it was gradual. Your brows knit together as you squirmed slightly, the blanket slipping down just a little.

“Mm… ‘Dou…?”

Rindou immediately leaned in, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Right here, sweetheart.”

Your eyes blinked open slowly, lashes fluttering. You looked dazed and warm and confused by the soft murmurs around you and the dim lighting. “S’it still morning?”

“Barely,” Mikey said, lips curling around his lollipop. “Meeting’s almost over.”

You sat up a little — still swaddled — and looked around, only then noticing the unfamiliar suits across from you. “Who…?”

Sanzu leaned forward with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Just some people who don’t matter. Go back to sleep, princess. We’ll be done soon.”

But you were already awake now, still groggy but aware enough to feel the weight of six eyes on you — all fond, all gentle.

Ran chuckled and reached over to flick a finger at the tip of your nose. “Cutest security blanket we’ve ever had. You stole the whole meeting, y’know?”

“Did not…” you mumbled.

“You did,” Kokonoi said. “And you didn’t even have to say a word.”

Kakucho finally stood, pushing his chair in. “Meeting’s over. We’ve heard enough.”

Sanzu followed suit, stretching like a cat. “Finally. I’m starving. Princess, what are you in the mood for?”

You blinked, still half-tucked in Rindou’s lap. “Waffles?”

“That’s my girl,” Ran said with a grin.

“Waffles it is,” Mikey said, already texting someone. “And someone tell Takeomi to get her a new blanket. That one’s too thin.”

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The meeting room emptied quickly after you woke up — a silent command passed between the six Bonten executives. The moment you blinked sleepily at the unfamiliar faces across the table, the negotiation was done.

Their darling was awake. Priorities shifted.

You barely had time to process the abrupt end of the meeting before Kakucho was holding your blanket-bundled form gently by the elbow, guiding you to your feet like you were made of glass.

“C’mon, princess,” he said, voice warm and deep. “Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”

You yawned into the blanket, trailing after them on socked feet like a sleepy kitten. Still drowsy, still wrapped up like a burrito, you followed your men down the dim hallway of Bonten HQ.

You were barely aware of where you were being taken until you smelled it: warm syrup, toasted batter, powdered sugar, and strawberries.

Waffles.

Your eyes widened slightly as you stepped into one of the private lounges, now transformed into an impromptu breakfast suite. A low table was covered in your favorite foods — waffles stacked high, whipped cream in elegant bowls, sliced fruit, warm pastries, fresh juice, and two different syrups.

“You remembered,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“Of course we remembered,” Sanzu said, stepping behind you to gently pluck the blanket off your shoulders — only to immediately place a thicker, fluffier one around you. “We’re not animals.”

Ran chuckled. “Says the guy who once bit someone in a meeting.”

“I was in a mood,” Sanzu replied lazily. “Don’t test me. I’ll do it again.”

Mikey was already seated on the sofa, stretching out like a bored cat, plate in hand. “Come here, darling,” he said, patting the spot beside him. “We saved the warm waffles for you.”

You trudged over, letting yourself fall into the seat beside him, legs curled up. Mikey immediately draped an arm around your shoulders, drawing you against him like you belonged there (you did).

Kokonoi handed you a fork with a quiet, “Strawberry on the left, vanilla syrup in the middle. Use the one in the white bottle, the gold one’s too sweet.”

He was already back on his tablet a second later, but not before gently brushing your hair back from your face. “You’ve got blanket hair, princess.”

You puffed your cheeks. “You’re lucky I’m too sleepy to fight back.”

Koko smirked. “I’d win anyway.”

Rindou sat down at your feet, leaning against the couch with a bottle of juice in hand. “Drink this,” he said, passing it up to you. “You barely drank anything before the meeting.”

You took a sip, and he watched you with a satisfied little hum, leaning his head against your thigh like it was his favorite pillow.

“Comfortable?” you teased.

“Mmm. Very.”

Ran slid in next to Mikey, stealing a strawberry off your plate. “Y’know, I like when you nap during meetings. We all behave better.”

“I missed everything important,” you murmured.

Kakucho, seated in a plush armchair nearby, shook his head. “Nothing more important than you resting. You’ve been stressed lately.”

You blinked. “I have?”

“You chew your lip when you’re overthinking,” Mikey murmured beside you.

“You click your pen when you’re anxious,” Rindou added.

“You hold your phone like you’re waiting for bad news,” Kakucho said gently.

You paused. “You guys… notice all that?”

They all gave you a look. Six of them. Deadly, powerful, merciless in the eyes of the world. But here, in this moment, with you? Just six men hopelessly in love with one sleepy girl.

“Of course we do,” Mikey said, voice quiet. “You’re our world.”

Your throat tightened slightly, warmth blooming in your chest.

Sanzu stood up and disappeared for a moment, then returned with something behind his back.

“Got you something,” he said, stepping in front of you. “Close your eyes, princess.”

You arched a brow but obeyed. A second later, something soft and cool was draped around your shoulders — not a blanket this time, but a cashmere shawl. Elegant. Expensive. Stitched with your initials in the corner.

You opened your eyes slowly. “Sanzu…”

“Told you the other one was too thin,” he muttered. “And Koko wouldn’t shut up about thread count.”

“I just want the best for her,” Kokonoi said simply, not looking up from his tablet.

Your hands gripped the shawl tightly, heart soft and fragile with affection.

“Thank you,” you said, voice thick with emotion.

Ran leaned back and smiled lazily. “Told you she’d get all emotional.”

“You would too,” Kakucho said, “if someone gave you a blanket that cost more than your car.”

“I don’t have a car.”

“You crashed it,” Rindou reminded him.

“Semantics.”

You laughed — really laughed — and it made them all pause for a brief, quiet second. Because that sound? That soft, happy laugh?

That was worth more than all their territory, all their money, and every deal they’d ever made.

Mikey glanced around the room, watching his family and his girl, all together.

“Meeting’s officially adjourned,” he murmured. “Time to spoil our princess.”

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You had just finished your second plate of waffles and were mid-yawn when your phone buzzed on the coffee table.

📱**[Bestie💗]** calling…

You perked up immediately. “Oh! It’s her—be right back!”

Before any of the boys could say a word, you answered the call and stood up in one motion, already pacing toward the far side of the lounge with the phone to your ear, trailing your new cashmere shawl behind you like a royal train.

“Hey, babe!” you greeted, voice instantly brighter. “Oh my god, you won’t believe today—yes, I was asleep during a real mafia meeting, don’t even judge me…”

Back on the couch, six pairs of eyes followed you as you made gentle figure eights around the room.

Ran leaned back with a lazy grin. “There she goes.”

“She’s gonna wear a groove into the floor,” Sanzu muttered, smirking as he twirled a toothpick between his teeth.

“Should’ve taken the phone away,” Kokonoi murmured without looking up from his tablet.

“She sounds happy,” Rindou said softly, watching the way you gestured with your hands while talking. “I like it.”

Mikey just hummed, sipping his drink while his eyes tracked your every move like a lazy cat watching a wind-up toy.

“...and then Rindou had me wrapped up like a human burrito,” you were saying on the call, laughing. “No, I’m serious. Like full-on tucked-in and everything. You’d think I was a pet or something—”

You turned in another circle, almost stepping over Sanzu’s foot. He moved it lazily at the last second, chuckling.

Then you walked right past Kakucho, still seated in his usual armchair.

He didn’t say anything at first.

Just watched you walk by for the third time — trailing your shawl, phone pressed to your cheek, giggling softly to your best friend, occasionally twirling in place — completely unaware of how every single one of them had paused just to watch you glow.

Distracting didn’t even begin to cover it.

Finally, Kakucho exhaled a quiet breath.

“That’s enough, princess.”

Before you could react, a strong arm curled around your waist mid-step, and with almost no effort at all, Kakucho pulled you gently down into his lap.

You let out a surprised squeak, nearly dropping your phone.

“Wait! I—Kaku!”

“Sit still,” he said against your ear, voice low and steady. “You’re too distracting.”

You blinked, flustered, shifting slightly as he adjusted you comfortably against him. His arm slid securely around your waist, the other resting across your thighs, locking you in place. His palm pressed warmly against your stomach, steady and sure.

“Talk,” he said simply. “But stay right here.”

You swallowed your bashful smile and brought the phone back to your ear, your voice quieter now. “Sorry—yeah, I just got… picked up.”

“By who?” your friend asked with a laugh.

“Kakucho,” you mumbled, cheeks warm.

“He’s the serious one, right?”

You glanced sideways at his expression. Focused. Calm. But there was a faint curve at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,” you said. “But he’s sweet.”

Kakucho pressed a light kiss to your shoulder, then leaned forward and murmured in your ear:

“Tell her you’re the most spoiled girl in the world.”

Your breath hitched, laughter bubbling up. “Did you hear that? He said I’m the most spoiled—!”

“That’s because you are,” Ran called from across the room, smirking.

“Tell her you’re sitting on royalty’s lap,” Sanzu added. “The prettiest one in the room.”

Mikey raised his cup in mock-toast. “To our princess.”

Rindou reached up to flick the edge of your shawl. “She’s got a whole entourage right now.”

Kokonoi finally looked up from his screen and deadpanned, “She’s surrounded by six men, a cashmere blanket, and a golden waffle spoon. If she says she’s not spoiled, she’s lying.”

You buried your face in your free hand, laughing too hard to speak, while your friend howled on the other end.

Eventually, you lowered the phone, still breathless. “Okay, okay—she has to go. I’ll call her back later.”

You ended the call, and the room fell into a warm, easy silence.

Kakucho’s voice rumbled behind you. “Feel better now?”

You nodded, relaxing against his chest. “Mmhmm. Just needed to talk it out. She makes me feel normal.”

“You are normal,” he said, brushing your hair back. “You just live like royalty.”

You sighed happily, melting into his lap.

Ran grinned. “We should just start calling her Empress.”

“Already do,” Sanzu muttered, stretching out like a satisfied cat.

Kokonoi checked his watch. “We’ve got a free afternoon. Let’s take her shopping. Or to that gallery she keeps hinting at.”

Mikey stood, adjusting his jacket. “If she wants it, she gets it.”

You blinked up at them, heart full, mind fuzzy from sugar and affection. “You guys really don’t know how to not spoil me, huh?”

Kakucho kissed the top of your head.

“Nope. Not even a little.”

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The clock blinked 2:13 AM in red across the kitchen wall. The Bonten executives were gathered around the long island counter, half-dressed in sweats and unbuttoned shirts, their late-night meeting less business and more murmured strategy talk, glowing laptop screens, and cups of black coffee.

Mikey sat at the head of the table, legs pulled up in the chair, hood drawn over his head as he scrolled through reports silently. Kakucho was leaned against the counter, arms crossed. Sanzu lounged on the barstool, still barefoot, still fidgeting. Ran and Rindou had just come in from the balcony, hair windswept, shirts untucked. Koko, of course, hadn’t left his tablet all night.

They were mid-conversation about a new alliance when everything fell quiet at once — not because of something said, but because they felt it.

A shift in the air.

A presence.

All six pairs of eyes turned toward the hallway entrance.

And there you were.

Barefoot. Dressed in one of Mikey’s black hoodies, way too big. Hair messy. Shoulders small. You stood frozen in the doorway of the kitchen, eyes a little too wide, hands fisting the hem of the hoodie. Not speaking. Just standing there, breathing soft, blinking like you weren’t sure if this was real.

“…Darling?” Kakucho was the first to speak, voice gentle.

You blinked again. Then, quietly, in a voice small enough to break them:

“I had a nightmare…”

That was all it took.

Chairs scraped back. Someone stood so fast their cup clattered. Sanzu was already walking over. Mikey straightened in his seat. Koko locked his screen. Ran and Rindou stepped forward like they were ready to fight the dream itself.

You just stood there, still not moving, until Sanzu reached you first and crouched slightly to look into your face. His hands hovered over your arms, unsure whether to touch.

“What was it, princess?” he asked, softer than usual.

You just shook your head. “I don’t want to sleep alone.”

Kakucho was at your side instantly, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades.

“You won’t,” he promised. “Never.”

Mikey’s voice drifted in, quiet but final. “Come here.”

You let them guide you in — Rindou took your hand; Kakucho pressed you gently forward. Sanzu rubbed your back with slow, grounding circles.

You were sat on a high stool between Ran and Koko, who immediately placed one of his cardigans over your lap like a blanket. Mikey passed you a warm cup of tea he hadn’t even made until he saw you.

“Drink this. You’re shaking,” he said, not unkindly.

“I didn’t even notice…” you mumbled, voice soft.

“Nightmares’ll do that,” Ran said, brushing your hair back. “Want to tell us what happened?”

You hesitated. Then nodded slowly.

“I… I dreamed you all got hurt. I was waiting, but none of you came home.” You bit your lip, hard. “There was blood. Sirens. And I was alone in the house. I kept checking my phone. No one answered…”

Sanzu exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. “Shit.”

“No wonder you came lookin’ for us,” Rindou murmured, frowning.

Koko gave your knee a squeeze. “That’s not happening, sweetheart. Ever.”

You nodded slowly, but your fingers still trembled around the cup.

Mikey stood up.

Not quickly. Not dramatically.

Just… deliberately. Quiet and certain.

“Come with me,” he said.

You followed without a word, and the others weren’t far behind.

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Mikey sat on the edge of the massive bed and opened his arms. “Here.”

You climbed in without hesitation, and he tucked you into his chest like you were made to fit there. A heartbeat later, Kakucho slid in on your other side. Then Rindou laid behind you, curling his arm around your waist. Sanzu sprawled across the bottom edge like a lazy cat, his hand resting on your ankle protectively. Ran climbed in on Mikey’s side, legs tangled with his, casually brushing his knuckles against your knee. Koko came last, placing your phone and a water bottle on the nightstand before flicking off the light and crawling into the far end — close enough to keep watch.

You were completely surrounded.

“You okay now?” Mikey asked, thumb brushing the side of your face.

You nodded sleepily, tears dried now, heart slower.

Rindou murmured, “Still scared?”

You buried your face into Mikey’s hoodie. “Not anymore.”

They were so warm. You couldn’t even tell whose hand was in your hair anymore. Or whose foot was tucked against your calf. But it didn’t matter.

You were theirs.

And they were all here.

No sirens. No silence. No blood. Just breath, warmth, and six voices keeping you safe with whispers like shields.

“Sleep, princess.” “We’re right here.” “Not going anywhere.” “You’re safe now.” “Sweet dreams, darling.” “Always with you.”

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The morning sun leaked through the tall blackout curtains in golden slivers, cutting across tangled limbs, tousled hair, and slow, even breathing.

You woke in the center of it all — nestled between Mikey’s arm and Kakucho’s chest, with Rindou’s hand still resting lightly on your waist. Sanzu was at the foot of the bed, one leg hanging off the side, snoring softly. Ran and Koko had taken the edges, sprawled like lazy guards on a velvet battlefield.

You barely moved, just let out a quiet breath and smiled into the stillness.

No nightmare. No fear. Just them.

Eventually, someone stirred beside you.

“Mm… good morning, princess.” It was Kakucho — low voice, husky with sleep, eyes still half-lidded as he pressed a kiss to your temple. Mikey hummed on the other side, a silent nuzzle into your hair.

“I feel better,” you whispered, barely loud enough for the room. “A lot better. Thank you…”

Rindou cracked one eye open. “You sure?” “Positive,” you smiled.

You sat up carefully, limbs reluctant to leave the warmth. “You all have a long day today, right?”

Ran groaned into his pillow. “Don’t remind me.”

You smiled softly. “Then while you’re busy, I might go meet one of my friends at that new garden café near the station. Just to clear my head.”

“Want an escort?” Koko murmured, already checking his phone.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine. It’s public, daytime, super chill. I’ll text you if anything comes up, I promise.”

Mikey finally opened both eyes. “You sure you feel okay?”

You nodded, and he just stared for a moment, like he was checking for any crack in your armor. Satisfied, he nodded once, slow and final. “Alright. Go enjoy it.”

You kissed a few cheeks before you left, promising not to wander far, and texted the group chat once you arrived safely.

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The café was pretty. Too pretty to feel like a trap.

White parasols lined the patio, soft music floated through the air, and sunlight filtered gently through the wisteria vines coiled along the trellises. Your drink—an iced rose tea with honey—rested untouched on the table. You were too focused on the man beside you to even taste it.

His cologne was sharp. His cologne was close.

You shifted slightly in your chair, trying to put more distance between you and the stranger who had decided to join your peaceful catch-up with your best friend. He hadn’t been invited. He just saw you two, made a comment about how “girls like you shouldn’t sit alone,” and pulled up a chair like he belonged.

From the moment he sat down, something in your gut twisted.

Your friend had tried to explain who he was—“Oh, I think we had a class together, maybe?”—but it barely helped. He wasn’t paying attention to her. He was watching you, unblinking, like a fox cornering something soft and unaware.

“So… you from around here? You look too pretty for this neighborhood.”

You offered a tight smile. “No, I’m visiting. Just spending the day out while my boyfriend works.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” His smile stretched too wide. “Bet he’s not half as attentive as me.”

Your lips pressed together. You tried to keep it polite. Tried to stay civil.

“I’m very much taken,” you said, slowly and clearly. “He and I live together.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun. Or do you follow him around like a puppy?”

You flinched.

Your friend tried to laugh it off, uneasy. “Hey, come on. She said she’s taken.”

He waved her off and leaned closer to you—shoulder now barely a few inches from yours.

That’s when your hands began to tremble slightly.

Your fingers slid under the table, unlocked your phone.

To: Bonten 💀💬

[You]: can u guys come [You]: i don’t like this guy [You]: he won’t stop [You]: he’s making me really uncomfortable

You stared at the screen, barely breathing, heart thudding in your chest.

Sanzu replied first.

[Sanzu💉]: on my way. don’t move.

And right after:

[Koko💸]: with him. be there in 6.

Your hand dropped into your lap. You took a deep breath and forced a smile to your lips again.

The guy didn’t notice. He was still staring.

“You know, you’re not even reacting like someone in a relationship. Most girls would be texting their man to check in. You didn’t even look at your phone until just now.”

You held back the urge to laugh bitterly. Oh, you were checking in. He just didn’t know who was coming.

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The bell above the patio gate gave a delicate chime.

Sanzu was the first to walk in, his usual unhinged chaos hidden under a deceptively relaxed stroll. Tousled hair pulled into a messy half-knot, pale pink hoodie layered under a lightweight tactical jacket, his mismatched eyes scanned the patio like a hawk mid-hunt.

Beside him, Kokonoi walked with sharp elegance—black dress pants, a cream shirt with the sleeves rolled and unbuttoned just enough to hint at expensive chains beneath. His platinum blonde hair glinted under the sun, but there was nothing warm in his expression.

They saw you instantly.

You were sitting stiffly, shoulders curled in, smile frozen.

And the man beside you?

Still leaning in. Still talking.

Koko’s jaw locked.

Sanzu’s eyes narrowed.

Without a word, they crossed the patio.

You noticed them just as they approached your table—and the relief that washed over you nearly buckled your spine.

Sanzu walked up behind your chair like he’d been there the whole time. His hand slid over your shoulder, warm and grounding, and his voice dropped into your ear with an intimacy that made the hairs on the back of your neck rise:

“Hey, baby. You okay?”

The guy across from you blinked.

You melted instantly into Sanzu’s touch, turning your face slightly to press your cheek against his hand. “I am now.”

Sanzu leaned down and kissed the top of your head, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your shoulder.

Kokonoi didn’t say a word. He slid into the seat beside you, one arm resting lazily behind your chair as his fingers tapped once, twice, three times against the table.

“Mind introducing your… guest?”

You didn’t have to.

The guy looked between them—one, tattooed and smiling like a wolf. The other, pristine and cold, like a god of finance sent to end careers.

“I didn’t realize she was—” the man started.

“She told you,” Kokonoi interrupted coolly. “Several times.”

You nodded. “More than once. I even said I was uncomfortable. I told you to back off.”

“I was just being friendly,” he said defensively, laugh shaky. “I wasn’t being weird or anything—”

“You sat next to her uninvited, ignored her boundary, and kept running your mouth,” Sanzu said, still smiling. “That’s plenty weird to me.”

Kokonoi leaned forward just a little, resting his elbows on the table like he was discussing an investment. “Do you know who she belongs to?”

The man blinked. “What?”

“She’s ours,” Sanzu said simply, brushing a lock of your hair back. “All of ours.”

Your friend’s eyes widened. She’d heard rumors about your “boyfriend’s business.” But seeing it up close was something else entirely.

“W-Wait, you guys are… you’re Bonten—”

Koko smiled faintly. “Took you long enough.”

“I didn’t know!” the man said quickly. “I swear—if I’d known—”

Sanzu laughed once—sharp and humorless.

“That’s the point, genius. You shouldn’t have needed to.”

Then Sanzu stood fully and tilted his head.

“Now get the fuck out of her sight before I make it so you can’t see anything at all.”

The guy shoved back from the table, chair legs screeching, stumbling as he tried to get up. He didn’t say goodbye. He didn’t try to explain again. He didn’t even look at you. He just left.

Your hands were shaking again.

Sanzu noticed instantly and moved to crouch beside your chair, placing both his hands over yours.

“Hey. You’re safe now.”

You swallowed hard, throat tight. “I didn’t want to bother you guys…”

“You’re not a bother,” Kokonoi said immediately. “You texted us. That’s all we needed.”

“I tried to keep it casual, but he just wouldn’t leave—”

“You don’t have to justify it.” Sanzu’s voice turned unexpectedly soft. “You shouldn’t have to defend your own boundaries. Not to him. Not to anyone.”

You nodded slowly, still trying to blink away the pressure behind your eyes.

“I just wanted to have a nice day out…”

“And you still will,” Kokonoi said, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off his pants. “We’re staying.”

“Wait—you don’t have to—”

Sanzu slid into the seat beside you and grinned. “Too late. I already ordered a lavender latte on the way here. Might as well get something out of the trip.”

Your friend gave you an apologetic smile. “I… didn’t realize he was like that. I’m so sorry.”

You gave her a small, tired nod. “It’s okay. You didn’t know either.”

Kokonoi flagged down the waitress, who recognized him instantly. “We’ll be needing a new drink for her. That one’s probably ruined.”

“Coming right up,” the waitress said quickly, her eyes darting between the three of you.

When she left, Sanzu rested his cheek against your shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around your waist under the table.

“Next time, just take a picture of the guy and send it with the message,” he said casually. “Saves us time.”

You laughed for real that time. It came out cracked but honest.

“I’m serious,” he grinned. “We'll even make a little sticker collection: ‘Men Who Learned the Hard Way.’”

Kokonoi chuckled. “Sanzu…”

You turned to look at both of them and whispered, “Thank you.”

They each looked at you for a beat—then Koko spoke, quiet and firm.

“You’re not just our darling when things are calm. You’re our responsibility always.”

“And our princess,” Sanzu added. “Don’t forget that part.”

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By the time you were back home, the tension had finally started to ebb from your shoulders. You hadn’t realized how tightly you’d been wound until Sanzu kicked off his shoes and all but demanded:

“Up. Come on, arms out.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I’m putting you in pajamas,” he said without an ounce of irony. “The soft pink ones with the stupid little ribbon. Those are your comfort pair.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, letting Kokonoi take your bag and Sanzu pull you toward the bedroom like an overly affectionate golden retriever who happened to be heavily armed.

“Sit,” Koko said softly once you were in the bedroom. He handed you a glass of water and gently helped you peel off your jacket. “You were shaking the whole ride home. You’re allowed to feel upset.”

“I know. I just… hate that it got to me,” you whispered. “It’s so stupid.”

Kokonoi knelt in front of you, brows drawn. “It’s not stupid.”

Sanzu reappeared with your pajama set and dropped it dramatically across your lap. “What is stupid is that guy thinking we wouldn’t find out.”

“Or that he had a chance,” Koko added dryly, brushing a knuckle along your cheek.

You changed slowly, under their soft-eyed watch, and by the time Sanzu tucked the blanket around you on the couch, you finally allowed your body to relax. The boys were moving around you — Koko lighting one of your favorite scented candles, Sanzu bringing you a snack plate that looked like it belonged in a spa — all while they kept up a soft chatter to keep your mind distracted.

And when you finally curled up against Sanzu’s chest with Kokonoi sitting on the other side, brushing your hair back rhythmically?

You almost fell asleep.

Not because you were tired. But because this was what safety felt like.

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You’d fallen asleep for real by the time the rest of the boys got home. Curled up on the couch with your legs draped across Sanzu’s lap and your head resting on Kokonoi’s shoulder, a soft blanket pulled up to your chin.

Mikey was the first to walk in, quiet as ever, his gaze falling immediately to the trio on the couch.

“She okay?”

Kokonoi nodded slightly. “Better now. Some idiot tried bothering her while she was out today.”

Ran, who had just entered with a lollipop in his mouth, frowned. “What kind of bothering?”

“The kind where Sanzu almost broke a ceramic mug on his face,” Koko said mildly.

“Almost,” Sanzu added with a smirk.

Rindou’s face hardened. “Did she call for help?”

“She messaged the group chat. Koko and I were closest,” Sanzu replied, stroking your shin absently under the blanket. “She handled it well. Told him no. Told him again. He didn’t care.”

Mikey’s jaw clenched.

Kakucho came in last, and when he saw your peaceful face, something behind his eyes softened.

“She shouldn’t have to call anyone,” he murmured. “People should just know.”

Ran moved toward the couch, crouching in front of you and brushing a stray hair off your cheek. “You sleeping okay now, princess?”

You stirred slightly but didn’t wake.

Kokonoi gave a tiny nod. “Better than earlier. But… yeah. It shook her.”

“She said it made her feel gross,” Sanzu added more quietly, his tone darkening. “She kept trying to laugh it off, like she was overreacting.”

“She never overreacts,” Kakucho said sharply. “Especially not with us.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Mikey spoke. “Tomorrow morning, we handle it. The guy, his family, any employer he’s got. He won’t touch her world again.”

Rindou cracked his knuckles. “I want in.”

“You’re not the only one,” Ran added coolly.

“Let me be the one to speak to her when she wakes up,” Kakucho said, already moving to sit beside you at the other end of the couch. “She’ll want calm. I’ll tell her we’ve got it handled.”

“Good,” Mikey nodded.

Kokonoi stood and stretched. “For now, let’s keep it down. She deserves one quiet night.”

They stayed up with you in shifts after that — Ran brought you tea when you stirred from a light dream, Rindou tucked the blanket higher when you kicked it off. Mikey never said much, but every time you moved in your sleep, his eyes followed you.

Because even though you were fast asleep — you were still their darling.

And no one disrespected what Bonten loved.

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Morning light filtered through gauzy curtains, painting soft golden patterns across the couch where you stirred awake. It smelled like vanilla and clean linen, your blanket still tucked snugly around you. Someone had slipped a pillow under your head. A heavier warmth — familiar, solid — rested on your legs.

As you blinked away sleep, your eyes landed on Kakucho, quietly seated on the floor beside you, reading something on his phone. His eyes softened the second he noticed you.

“Good morning, princess,” he said, gentle and low. “Sleep okay?”

You nodded sleepily, rubbing your eyes. “Yeah. Better than yesterday.”

He shifted closer and placed his hand over your ankle, thumb brushing soothing circles. “I’m glad. You did really well yesterday. We’re all proud of you.”

“…For what?”

“For saying no. For calling us. For trusting us.” His voice grew firmer. “You don’t owe anyone politeness when you’re uncomfortable. But you still handled it calmly.”

Your chest ached a little — not from sadness, but from how deeply his words wrapped around your heart. Warm. Safe. Solid.

Before you could say anything else, footsteps padded in — barefoot, light.

Ran.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “She’s up?”

Kakucho nodded.

Then came Rindou, rubbing sleep from his eyes, followed by Kokonoi, already dressed like he had three business meetings and a yacht launch.

You blinked at them, a little overwhelmed. “All of you slept here?”

Kokonoi grinned. “Of course. We take shifts. You think we’d leave our darling alone after that?”

“And I made sure nobody talked too loud near your door,” Sanzu added, entering with a tray of pastries and two mugs. “Mikey banned noise, I enforced it.”

You smiled, soft and sleepy, as Sanzu placed a croissant in your hand and kissed your temple.

“Where is Mikey?” you asked.

“On the terrace,” Kakucho replied. “He didn’t want to crowd you right away.”

Just then, Mikey appeared — silent and unreadable as ever — but his fingers tangled into yours when he sat beside you. His head rested lightly against yours for a moment, his breath warm against your cheek.

“You’re safe,” he murmured. “And you always will be.”

You squeezed his hand. “Thank you. All of you.”

“We handled it,” Rindou said casually, popping a grape into his mouth.

“…The guy?”

They all exchanged a brief look.

Kokonoi leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. He won’t come near you. Or your friends. Or the street you were on.”

“He still breathing?” you asked half-joking.

Ran gave a lopsided smirk. “Breathing, yeah. Talking back to women? Not so much.”

Sanzu added with a sweet smile, “He’s learning respect. Quietly. Privately.”

You sighed — not with fear, but with relief.

“Good.”

Kakucho reached for the edge of the blanket you were still wrapped in, tugging it gently. “Now. Show us your hoodie?”

You blinked. “My…?”

“Crochet,” Mikey said quietly. “You’ve been working on it for weeks.”

“Yeah,” Kokonoi added. “We want to see what’s been stealing your attention from us.”

You laughed, suddenly bashful, and sat up to pull the carefully folded hoodie out from a nearby basket. It was soft lavender, stitched carefully with little star patterns and a white trim. The hood had floppy bunny ears — just like they remembered you mentioning you wanted.

You unfolded it across your lap.

“I haven’t finished the pockets yet,” you mumbled, brushing a thumb across the seam.

But the boys were already moving closer.

Ran whistled. “That’s actually adorable.”

“It’s more than adorable,” Kakucho said, touching the sleeve delicately. “It’s beautiful.”

“You made this?” Sanzu said like he couldn’t believe it. “With thread?”

“You should sell these,” Kokonoi muttered, already calculating in his head. “We could design a brand—”

“I’m not mass-producing them, Koko,” you giggled.

Rindou gently tugged one of the bunny ears and chuckled. “This is so you.”

“You could wear it today,” Mikey suggested. “Comfort looks good on you.”

You ducked your head, suddenly flustered by all the attention.

And just like that, one by one — they leaned in.

Ran kissed you first, slow and warm. A hand cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

Then Rindou followed, pressing a kiss right on the corner of your lips, a little smug.

Kokonoi kissed you on the lips too, careful and exact, like he was memorizing the taste of your smile.

Sanzu’s kiss came with a little hum, his hand holding your face gently like you were something rare.

Kakucho leaned in with reverence, like he wanted you to feel it long after he pulled away.

And Mikey… Mikey kissed you last, slow and silent, his eyes locked on yours the whole time.

When they finally gave you space to breathe, you were flushed and smiling, eyes wide with love.

“You guys didn’t have to—”

“We wanted to,” Sanzu interrupted. “You’re ours.”

“Our darling,” Ran added.

“Our princess,” Rindou grinned.

“Our only exception,” Kokonoi whispered.

Mikey leaned his forehead against yours again and closed his eyes.

“Just keep letting us protect you.”

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The sky was overcast, the city wrapped in a quiet tension that matched the pressure behind your eyes. You’d only wanted a break — a quick coffee run, a little walk, something normal. The weight of the past few days had started to creep up your spine again, and you thought maybe, just maybe, a moment alone would settle your nerves.

You stepped into the familiar café near Omotesando, the one with ivy curling over the back windows and a barista who always wrote a little heart on your cup.

What you didn’t know — what none of them expected — was that the café’s alley exit sat directly across from an old building Bonten had repurposed for “quiet” conversations.

And that today, Bonten wasn’t being quiet.

Inside the warehouse, Mikey sat at the head of the table, his legs crossed neatly, black gloves on.

Kakucho leaned against the far wall, watching the door.

Sanzu stood behind the mark — a sniveling middleman who thought double-crossing Bonten was a “smart pivot.” His lip bled. His hands shook.

Outside, Kokonoi was running comms, Ran and Rindou watching the alley from the side entrance, bored and amused.

Until they saw you.

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“Shit.” Rindou straightened, nearly knocking over his earpiece. “Koko. She’s here.”

Kokonoi froze mid-sentence. “What?”

“She’s in the f*cking alley. Just walked out the café back door. She’s—does she know?”

“She doesn’t,” Kokonoi muttered, eyes going wide. “She thought we were meeting uptown today.”

Inside, Sanzu raised a brow, voice dark with amusement. “Our princess has impeccable timing.”

Kakucho swore under his breath and headed straight for the door. But Mikey beat him to it.

No one saw him move — but suddenly he was gone from the head of the table, already heading toward the alley with a sharpness in his stride that screamed danger.

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You stepped into the alley with your drink, glancing down at your phone.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Then—

“(Y/N).”

The voice hit like a whip crack.

You looked up.

And your entire body froze.

Mikey stood less than ten feet away, half-shadowed by the building’s corner. His eyes — usually soft around you — were pitch black. Unreadable. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders tense.

“Mikey?” you breathed, confused. “What—?”

He crossed the distance in two strides, gripped your wrist — not rough, but tight — and pulled you close.

“Don’t look,” he said, voice cold. “Don’t turn around. Just stay with me.”

Your heart pounded.

“…What’s going on?”

“Job,” he muttered. “You weren’t supposed to be here.”

His tone was flat. Not angry — not yet. But there was something beneath the surface that made your stomach twist.

Rindou appeared next, jogging up behind you. “We’ve got eyes on the block. I’ll clear the route.”

“Take her to the car,” Mikey said.

“But I—”

“Now.”

You flinched.

Kakucho showed up just as Rindou was guiding you away, but not before you heard the door slam open behind you.

A scream. Muffled.

The sound scraped down your spine.

“What the hell are you doing in this part of town?” Kakucho asked lowly as he walked beside you.

“I didn’t know,” you whispered. “I just wanted to walk.”

You weren’t crying, but your hands were shaking. You kept thinking about that sound. That tone in Mikey’s voice. The way everyone had reacted like your presence there was a bomb no one knew was ticking.

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Back at Bonten Penthouse – That Night

You were curled up on the couch with your hoodie pulled over your hands. No crochet. No tea. Just silence.

The front door opened.

You looked up — and Mikey walked in, shoulders still tight under his jacket.

You stood slowly. “Hey.”

He stopped across from you, watching.

“I didn’t mean to be there,” you said first. “I had no idea. I was just—”

“I know,” he interrupted. Quiet. Calm. But cold.

“…Then why do you look at me like I betrayed something?”

He looked away for a beat. When he looked back, his eyes were raw.

“Because for five seconds, I thought something could happen to you. And that does something to me I can’t explain.”

You blinked.

Mikey took slow steps toward you, then pressed his forehead to yours. “I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad at the world for letting you get that close.”

“…It wasn’t your fault either.”

“I know that logically,” he murmured. “But Bonten’s job is to make sure no part of our world ever touches you.”

Your voice cracked, soft. “But I am part of your world.”

His hands gripped your waist. “Not that part.”

The front door opened again — Sanzu this time, followed by Kakucho and Koko. Ran and Rindou trailed in after.

“I want to apologize too,” Sanzu said, coming to your other side. “We were supposed to lock that street. It won’t happen again.”

“You scared me,” you admitted, your voice small. “Not just what I saw. You. Mikey. You looked like a stranger.”

Mikey flinched.

“I’m sorry,” he said, so quiet it almost didn’t reach you. “But if you had seen what was behind that door…”

“I didn’t want to. I just wanted a coffee.”

Kokonoi stepped forward, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Then next time you want a coffee, we’ll send a whole team with you. And we’ll buy the café, just to be sure.”

You couldn’t help a weak laugh.

Ran placed a kiss on the top of your head. “No more walking alone, princess. I’ll personally put a tracker in your shoe if I have to.”

Rindou muttered, “I’ve got one in her phone already.”

“…You do what?” you blinked.

Sanzu shrugged. “It’s Bonten. That’s romance, baby.”

They surrounded you on the couch after that — quiet, present, letting you sit in the middle with a soft blanket and warm silence. Nobody talked about the job again. Nobody mentioned the scream or the cold in Mikey’s eyes.

You were here. You were warm. You were safe.

And every single one of them made sure you'd never wander that close to danger again — not because they didn’t trust you…

…but because they couldn't survive the idea of losing you.

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The city outside was asleep.

So was everyone in the penthouse, you guessed — or at least pretending to be. After dinner, they'd gently scattered, one by one, all leaving you on the couch with soft reassurances.

Sanzu had kissed your temple and told you to call if you so much as twitched.

Kokonoi brought a blanket and some honey tea — “just in case,” he said.

Even Ran, who teased more than he comforted, gave you a rare little shoulder squeeze before disappearing into his room with a wink. “Don’t let Mikey sulk too long,” he muttered. “He’s worse than you.”

But it was Mikey who stayed.

He hadn’t left the living room. Not really.

You found him an hour later on the floor beside the glass balcony doors, sitting in the moonlight with his knees drawn up, arms resting over them. His expression unreadable.

“Mikey?” your voice was quiet, careful.

His eyes drifted over to you. Soft. Sad. Awake.

You padded over, blanket still around your shoulders, and stood in front of him for a moment before whispering, “...Can I sit with you?”

He nodded without hesitation and opened his arms.

You climbed into his lap, your knees on either side of his hips, and settled into the circle of his embrace. He shifted, gently tucking your blanket around you again, and leaned his cheek against your collarbone. It was so quiet, you could hear the faint rhythm of his breathing, the quiet sigh of traffic below.

“I’m okay now,” you whispered.

He didn’t answer at first. Just rubbed a slow, steady hand up and down your back. His other arm stayed snug around your waist, like he couldn’t afford to let you go.

“Are you?” he murmured finally, voice low, gravelly from fatigue.

You nodded. “It just… scared me. Not the job. You. I’ve never seen your eyes like that.”

Mikey tightened his arms slightly. “It’s not a part of me you should ever see.”

“I don’t want you to pretend around me, though,” you said softly. “Even when it’s ugly.”

He was quiet.

Then: “I don’t pretend. I protect.”

You swallowed. “...You don’t have to protect me from you, Mikey.”

That made him look up.

The moonlight kissed the edges of his pale hair, and his eyes — though tired, though heavy — shimmered like ink in water. You reached out and brushed your fingers through his bangs, gently moving them aside.

“I know you’ve done things,” you said. “I know there’s a side of you that’s colder. But you still hold my hand like it’s fragile glass. You still make my tea the way I like it. You still ask if I want an extra blanket. That’s still you.”

He didn’t say anything. But you felt him exhale — a deep, slow breath, like something was unclenching in his chest.

“I don’t know if I deserve that version of you,” he admitted. “The one that makes you feel safe.”

You pressed your forehead to his. “You do. And I want all of you, not just the part you think I can handle.”

For a while, he just held you.

You sat there in the dark, your head resting on his shoulder, his fingers tracing lazy circles into your back.

Eventually, he said, “I don’t want to sleep alone.”

You smiled against his neck. “Good. Neither do I.”

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You fell asleep in his arms, right there on the floor with the blanket wrapped around you both.

The others would find you in the morning — Mikey half-dozing, you curled in his lap, the city glowing faintly behind you. They’d smirk, tease, take a photo or two.

But not one of them would say a word too loud.

Because they knew: after everything today, this — you and him, safe and warm and breathing gently together — was sacred.

[thvkei]

tokyo rev; how they hug !

including. mikey, draken, baji, mitsuya.

summary. pinterest pics describing how they’d hug reader<3 i think we all need 1 rn!! enjoy:)

part two.

MANJIRO SANO .

‘ mikey is arguably the comfiest hugger of them all. he’s the type to drape his arms around you at the most random times, letting out a huff through his pink lips. he weighs you down. when you ask him what’s up, he’ll just hum, nuzzling closer. doesn’t let go—especially when you’re busy. ‘

KEN RYUGUJI .

‘ draken isn’t that into pda, but there are times when he feels you need it. in that case, he’ll lock an arm around your neck and pull you close, planting a kiss on your head. when you’re alone, he always finds himself draping an arm around your shoulder. it always ends with your head snug between his bicep and his chest, warmed by the thick muscles underneath. ‘

MITSUYA TAKASHI .

‘ with mitsuya, it’s usually the subtle touches. but when he can get away with it, he’ll never miss an opportunity to have you in his arms, right up against his chest. he’s a head cradler. the one who breathes in your scent and rocks you side to side. the one who hugs you like you’re home. ‘

BAJI KEISUKE .

‘ call me biased, but in my opinion, baji offers the type of hug you’d never wanna leave. ‘c’mere,’ he’d beckon as he scoops you up in those strong arms. he has his own personal spidey sense for when you need an arm or two that he’s never ashamed to give you, no matter where or when. he’s firm. grounding. yours. ‘

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[kurokawaia]

DAY TWENTY ONE - THIGH FUCKING 彡 Mikey

WARNINGS :: final time line! mikey, racer! mikey, afab reader, x fem! reader, nsfw, thigh kink, mating press, slightly rough sex, piv, prone bone, no protection, cum eating, slight manhandling, implied orgasm denial, pet name 'wifey'

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Your legs were placed on his shoulders while his cock was inside your wet folds, pressing against the soft spot in your sticky walls. Mikey had his mouth firmly locked with yours, his tongue dancing with yours while his hips moved against yours, all in a slow rhythm. The sounds of pleasure escaping from your mouth were absorbed by Mikey, who was eagerly savoring the moment. His beautiful partner was making a great effort to match his pace, with your legs draped over his shoulders and your knees by your head on both sides. As Mikey moves away from your lips, you let out a whimper as you crave the close connection with him. "Shh," he whispers in your ear before gently turning you onto your belly, causing a soft gasp to escape from your parted lips. "Ngh, you're taking me s' well wifey. F-Fuck, you feel s' good." His weight pressed firmly against you, with your breasts compressed under the pressure as he pushed you down onto the bed. Mikey's abs stood out distinctly as they pressed against your back, allowing you to discern their shape and contours, you loved his body so much. Mikey adjusted his hands gradually, securing both of yours above your head while being careful not to accidentally catch your hair in the process. A feeling of relief escapes your lips as Mikey lifts himself up from your back just a bit. As much as you loved him squishing down on you, his cock nuzzled so deep into you, your poor body needed to breath, the sensations were just too much. His unrestrained hand traced the curve of your smooth back until his fingers reached your glossy opening, the sharp intake of breath as his fingers moved over your pulsating clit and his body lightly lifted off of yours, giving you room to catch your breath. As he whispers, "You're such a mess," in your ear, he nibbles on your skin, biting the flesh around your neck, leaving red and purple marks behind

"'jiro!" you whimper out.

"Hmmm, what is it, wifey?" he asks, you are taken aback by his sudden move of sliding a finger into your cunt, a moan falling past your lips while he still nibbles on the sides of your neck, black strands of hair tickling your skin.

"D-Don't leave... too many marks... baby," you managed to say through gasps.

Mikey lets out a huff. "Jus' cover them," he replies, curling his fingers inside your pussy, a moan leaves your lips as you arch your ass into touch, your hands clutching at the bed sheets for some relief. 

"Y'know it's hard to-"   You were effectively cut off when you whimpered at the gentle contact when a hefty, throbbing head met your clit. You tried to escape from the pleasurable moment, wanting to squirm forward, but Mikey knew your body better than you did, so he predicted your move to retreat from his touch during the blissful experience. That is the reason he burdened you once more. When Mikey thrusts his throbbing dick into your tender walls, you were breathless as each bend in your wet pussy gripped his shaft. Both of you made a sound of pleasure as Mikey's think cock reached the core of your being. "Fuck, fuck, 'Jiro," you whimper, the way his cock was pressed so tightly against your cervix made your legs tremble beneath him as your breathing was so laboured with moans.  Mikey remains still, not moving deep into your soft walls, eliciting cries of pleasure from you, but he remained still. God, you just wanted him to move.  The sensation of warmth and thickness is felt as the kisses travel from your ear down to the dip of your neck, finally coming to rest upon your shoulder. A panting breath escaped from your open mouth as Mikey thrust his hips into yours. A soft groan escapes your lips as his dick grazed every tender spot in your pussy. You let out a soft moan as his shaft brushed against all the sensitive areas inside your vagina. You whispered "Manjiro!" in frustration as you grew impatient with his sluggish movements. Mikey's knees forced your legs apart, ensuring that any attempt to move would be met with opposition, leaving you pinned beneath him, your appealing body looking minuscule compared to his immense frame. He expected you to be motionless in his entangling clasp. 

His movements became faster, and with intense grunts and moans escaping your lips, his member delved deep into your soft and tight cunt. You clenched tightly around Mikey's cock as he breathed heavily in your ear, whimpers and moans spilling from his lips, fuck, he loves how you make him feel, you and only you.

Mikey was giving you the full effect, making me scream with satisfaction as his pulsating pink tip found that soft, sticky region in your cunt. He moans, "C'mon, baby," and you moaned and sighed, your body trembling with ecstasy. "You can take it, f'me, please, Wifey," Mikey whimpers.  Your body contorted in response to the pleasure, struggling to resist Mikey's forceful hip movements. However, as you shifted away from him, his thrusts reached deeper and with more intensity, hitting your G spot with precision. You sobbed, with mascara streaming down your cheeks, "But, 'baby, it's too much. Take it slow, you're moving too quickly," you murmur and he watches your legs tremble under him as he starts to increase the pace.

He breaths, "You're gonna take it 'cause your s' good for me," observing your thighs quiver beneath him as his hips begin to move more quickly. He loved how your cunt squeezed his cock despite your wishes for him to slow down. He found your words to be contradictory, as you were depriving your body of the release it so desperately needed.

As he hammered into your tight heat, you let out repeated groans. It was as if an instinct had taken hold of you, forcing you to press into his length, but you were powerless against his increasingly powerful thrusts because of his weight.

"So big, you feel so big, Manjiro!" you cry out mewling. "Please, I wanna come."

"Promise I'll let you cum soon," Mikey says, pulling your lips into a kiss, he pulls away, watching the saliva break. "Just keep making those pretty noises for me, you sound so pretty."

You were on your back once more, put your pulsating hole was filled with nothing, his cock laying between your folds. Your legs thrown over his shoulders once more. Mikey was teasingly rubbing his length against your clit, wanting to look at you tremble beneath him and how your thighs quivered.

Mikey slightly pouts, "I know your sensitive, but you can take it, for me."

He rubs his shaft again through your puffy folds and you whimper as tears well once more in your eyes in the need for him inside you, your thighs clamp shut, ripping from his clamp-like hold. Mikey lets out a moan at the tightness from the grip of your thighs clamped around his shaft. 

"Look at you. So pretty," He mumbles trying to keep his moans in. "Stay like this for me, Wifey."

Mikey was in a fog from your soft thighs hugging his length so closely, it made him feel elevated, his tip was just peeking out and it feels so good, your plushy tights so tight around his cock. Although he adored every aspect of you, there were moments when the softness and squishiness of your thighs sent him reeling.

Too overwhelmed and dependent to act otherwise, you comply. He pushes forcefully back and forth between your thighs, squeezing your thighs closer together while sliding between your folds, causing you both to sigh and complain. His balls come to squish up against your ass at every full thrust.

As he continues to drive in between, you wriggle and moan in despair as one of his hands leaves the soft skin of your thighs to play with your clit.

You groan, "Feels s' good, 'baby," causing him to sloppily force himself farther into your thighs. "'m love you, Manjiro. Making me feel so good," you say, slurring as you hear his whimpers get louder, indicating that he is about to be released.

"Gonna cum," He pants as his load spills onto your lower abdomen, some gooey liquid still seeping out of his bulging tip. Just by looking at your cunt and inner thighs covered in his cum, Mikey is almost back, almost coming again. Your chest heaves from the release as you wash over your second orgasm of the evening.

Your legs are carefully placed on the bed when he gently removes them from his shoulders. He hears you whimper as you felt his shaft being drawn away from your entrance and you covered your face with a wince. You could feel Mikey's warm breath caressing your skin and his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your neck. He spoke to me in a whisper, his words comforting and loving.

"See, you took it," Mikey mumbles

Mikey's body changed, his back now resting on the wooden headboard as his weight was gradually adjusted in the direction of the pillows. He ran his fingers through his tangle of hair. You shakily sit up, straddling his hips and snuggling up against him because you love the way his arms are wrapped around you. 

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May I request a bayverse Tmnt Fluff

Maybe with Raph, Mikey and Leo

Where the find reader sleeping on the couch as they waited for them to return from patrol, causing them to feel bad because they told them they couldn't come on patrol as it was dangerous so they stay with them until they wake up or that they fall asleep with them

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Pairings -> Raph, Mikey, Leo x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> They feel bad after saying that you couldn't come with them on patrol and they spot you asleep on the couch

Genre -> Fluff

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RAPHAEL

The air was still thick with the remain of night's Patrol and the fight of the foot clan Raph have came back from. He's been out there for a while now and his mind has always been sharp and focused while lurking the street to make people safe. It kept him going, the thrill of fighting crime.

The mission had been a little bit tougher than he has expected but eventually him and his brothers got the job done.

Even his fists were sore from the punching he has thrown but nothing could be prepared him for the guilt that has now hit him while he made his way back to the lair.

Going down the ladder as he landed on the ground, shaking his arms to fight the feeling off of him.

He remember telling you to stay behind as he thought it was safer for you to stay at the lair where nothing will happen to you. He knew the streets were quite dangerous at night and a lot of crime happens. He did hate seeing the face you made when he told you that but it was for the best.

But now as soon as he entered the main area where the 'living room' and the kitchen, he felt something, something felt wrong to him.

It was slightly dim as some candles were lit as master splinter like, but his heart immediately sank, there you were curled up on the couch, you wrapped in a blanket as you slept away.

Your expression was peaceful, he knew that you waited for him but not this long.

He didn't want to make you wait up on him like this, he did tell you stay behind but here you were, sleeping on the couch for how long you waited for him to return.

"Damn it.. You actually waited for me haven't you?"

He sighed as he was now in front of you, crouching down to get a better look of you, he felt guilty and selfish

His eyes softened as he got a look of your peaceful face resting, he lifted his hand to brush away some hair, careful to not disturb your peace.

"I didn't want you to worry, I just wanted you to be safe. But.. I never wanted you to feel like this.."

Raph then sighed again as he stood up ready to carry you back to his bed, it would be more comfy then the couch

He tucked his arms under you as he slowly and carefully lifted you up from the couch, you shifted a little and then became to nuzzle into him and his warmth

This caused him to freeze a bit as he thought he woken you up but then continued to go to his room

"Sleep well"

MICHELANGELO

Mikey tucked his nunchucks away as he made his way through the sewers, climbing down the ladder and softly made a landing

He was exhausted from tonight's patrol but he still had a little bit of hype in his body, His brothers have already gone to their rooms to rewind and rest.

Mikey's thought couldn't keep wondering back to the thought of you and him telling you to stay back for safety.

Now he stood in the main area of the lair as he looked around, the quiet made the lair look dead, then something immediately caught the corner of his eyes as he spotted someone sleeping on the couch.

It was you

You were on the couch, sleeping peaceful with a blanket wrapped around you, he felt terrible that you waited for him to return from tonight's patrol

He didn't think you would wait for him

He slowly kneeled in front of you as he sighed in worry

"Aww, Angelcakes you waited for me?"

Then he then lowered himself even more to sit on the ground as he got a good look of you, his gaze never leaving your face. The thought of him telling you that it wasn't safe made him think that he forcefully to make you stay, and that didn't sit right with him

He knew you were there to always help him and his brother and now you were here, trusting him to come back safely

"I should've snuck you with me.."

He then reached out as he petted your head a bit, his fingers lingered softly on your skin for a slight moment. He couldn't help but smile when you leaned in on his touch.

His heart melted at that

Now he sat there for a little bit more until he thinks it was time to go to sleep himself since he was exhausted

But he debated if he should wake you up and go to his room with him or maybe he could just sleep here with you until morning

"I'm gonna stay.. I can't be bothered"

Mikey then stood up as he picked you up carefully then back down and laid you on top of him, he then sighed in relief as you didn't wake up

Now he started to fall asleep himself, having a hand on your back, staying with you and he knew you'll wake up to see him back

LEONARDO

The sound of leo's footsteps echoed through the sewers as he finally made it back to the lair

The weight of night's Patrol was still clinging onto him like a koala, never leaving the tree

It was a tough one as he went out alone for his training, he knew everyone would be asleep by now, he was eager to get some rest himself

He started to wonder over to his room but heard soft breathing form the couch, thinking it was one of his brother but noticed they always snored in their sleep

So he went to take a look and there you were, sleeping on the couch curled up with no blanket on you

How could you sleep in the cold like this?

He remember telling you to go home and that he needed to go to patrol himself as for his training

But he didn't think you would stay here to wait for him

Now he felt guilty for making you wait for so long

"I told you to go home.. geez you really are stubborn, blossom.."

He watched the way your chest went up and down from your slow and deep breathing, your body was clearly shaking form the slight touch of coldness

Leo couldn't shake the feeling that he had failed you by pushing you away when all you wanted was you to be there for him

He then leaned down from the top of the couch as he brushed some hair away from your face that made your face scrunch up a bit

He softly smiled at that, he still felt the warmth from your skin, he now needed to get you back to his bed and keep you warm

He walked around the couch to grabbed you and lift you up carefully to not wake you up from your peaceful slumper

Finally he made it to his room as he placed you down gently and wrap you with his blue blanket

He then petted your head softly and then went to sleep himself

-A<3

[fishsticksloser]

hii! Hope you’re doing well! Can I have some hcs or imagines of the rise bois (separate) tryna be romantic with S/o, but either S/o’s friend or their bros are always just… there. Like the song “You, Me, and Steve” type thing lol

You, Me, and Steve

Rottmnt x gn!reader

Warnings: dating, interruptions, frustration, not written as headcanons

A/N: hello! sorry I've been gone again, I've been in a lot of pain lately. Mikey and Leo's are short cause I feel like they'd just be more honest.

Donnie

Donnie sighs heavily, resting his chin on his hand. The two of you were supposed to have a nice dinner alone, but someone just had to butt in.

"What are you getting?" Leo asks, grinning at you and Donnie.

You can see Donnie's hands grip his napkin as he glares at Leo. His knuckles are turning white from how hard he's holding onto it. "A nice dinner alone with my partner?" Donnie grits out, his knuckles popping when he lets go of the napkin.

"Just pretend I'm not here!" Leo chirps, smiling brightly as he goes back to reading the menu.

"That's... You're asking the impossible." Donnie huffs, kicking Leo under the table.

"Ow!" Leo whines, reaching down to rub his leg. "It's never been a problem before! Do you just not like spending time with me anymore? I'm hurt!"

Leo sniffs and Donnie rolls his eyes, clearly growing more and more frustrated. You reached out, trying to calm him, but he was already so close to exploding it didn't help.

"I love spending time with you, Leo, but I want alone time with my partner too! You keep coming on all our dates and won't leave. I've tried to be nice, but I'm tired of you always having to be with me!" Donnie snapped, looking at Leo with the furry of a thousand suns.

"Geez, Don... Sorry..." Leo winces, standing up. "I'll just see you at home then..."

Donnie turns to you once he's gone, looking concerned. "I apologize... I didn't mean to ruin our night."

"It's okay." You reassure him, your hand resting on his. "I just wish it didn't come to that... Will Leo be okay?"

"Yeah... I'll apologize to him when I get home."

Leo

Leo churrs and nuzzles into you, feeling you laugh when he churrs louder. The vibrations from his churrs rumbling through you too. His tail wags, spinning like a helicopter.

"You're so warm!" Leo practically purrs, kissing and nipping at your cheek. You playfully try to push him away, his churrs tickling a little.

"And you're heavy!" Your hands press to his plastron as you laugh. He laughs with you, nibbling on your cheek.

"Leo! Don't crush my favorite person!" Mikey whines from his spot on the floor where he had been painting.

Leo sighs softly, sitting up and looking down at the floor. "Mikey... You know I love you, but... Could you please leave? I just want some alone time with my partner."

"But-" Mikey starts, but Leo shoots him a look. The orange turtle pouts a little, starting to collect his things.

Leo turns to you after hearing the door click shut. "Sorry about that, sugar. Where were we?"

Mikey

Mikey always did his best to accommodate your best friend, but he honestly was getting tired of always having them around. He wanted to be alone with his baby, able to be himself completely, not a watered down version.

"Baaaby..." Mikey whines softly, pulling you to him. He buries his face in your neck, chuffing. "Can it just be us? I don't want your friend to be with us tonight... They're just gonna complain about what I make."

You look down at him, seeing his pout and pleading eyes. It was true, every time the two of you had a creative date, like tonight, your friend complained about what Mikey made.

"Don't worry, Mikes, I didn't tell them where we're going. So just us." You reply, kissing his snout.

He chirps happily, his tail wagging. "I'm gonna paint you the prettiest vase so you can fill it up with the flowers I get you!"

Raph

Raph's tail thumped against the ground as both of you set out stuff for your picnic. Your friend was helping a little, which upset him greatly. He wanted this to just be the two of you, yet here they were, butting in like always.

"Can I... Talk to you privately, sweets?" Raph asks quietly, gently tugging your arm. You nodded and followed him to a tree out of your friend's ear shot.

"What's wrong?" You question, holding his hand.

"I wanted it to just be the two of us..." He mumbles, feeling a little nervous. He's not sure how you're going to take it, but he wants to be honest. "I like your friend, but... They're always joining us on dates and it's..."

"It's...?" You press gently, cupping his cheek.

Raph takes a deep breath, turning his head to kiss your palm. "It's frustrating. I want to... I want time with just you where I don't have to worry about making your friend uncomfortable." He closes his eyes, feeling anxious about your reaction.

You let go of his cheek, his heart sinking. He opens his eyes, seeing you walk over to your friend. Your friend seems frustrated, but drops what they had been carrying and goes to the car.

"There. Just us now... I wish you would've told me before." You smile, walking back up to him.

"I didn't wanna upset you." He murmurs, leaning down to nuzzle your cheek affectionately.

"You not being honest was more upsetting than you being honest."

[bullet-prooflove]

Save It: Mikey Berzatto x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @cleacc @cutebookdragon1 @bungurus @nogoodbee

Sequel to:

Mess - Mikey tries to prove to you both he made the right decision by leaving.

The Diagnosis - Mikey recieves an explaination regarding his behaviour and addiction issues.

Being with you is akin to a religious experience, that’s what Mikey thinks as his mouth chases all over your skin, his calloused hands stroking over every part of your body. Your hands thread through his hair as he nuzzles your inner thigh, the stubble on his cheeks sending a rush of heat searing through your nerve endings.

He loves going down on you, he loves the way you arch against him, your grip tightening on his hair when he thrusts his tongue inside of you, his thumb tracing light circles over your clit. You taste like fucking sunshine and he just can’t get enough of you.

He devours you like man whose starving, like he’s trying to make up for every little shitty thing he’s ever done because in reality he is. He knows eating you out isn’t nearly enough but it’s a start he thinks, a way to remind you just how dedicated he is to you, just how much he loves you.

You’re breathing hitches and already Mikey can feel the fall coming. He hears it in those cute little whimpers, the breathy way you say his name as he uses his palms to hold you open as he fucks you with his mouth. Your grip tightens on his hair, your hips arching and suddenly your flooding his mouth with that sweet nectar of yours and Mikey’s just lapping it up because he needs to consume every single drop of your pleasure.

His hands grasp your waist as he begins to kiss his way back up your body, his heated lips dragging across your flushed skin as he caresses you. You need to stay connected in the aftermath and he gets that. You need to feel the weight of his, body, the press of him because it grounds you in the moment, it reminds you that he’s here to stay, that this isn’t a one night thing like all the other times he’s loved and left you.

“Mikey…” You whisper as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. He knows those three little words are on the tip of your tongue and Mikey, he just can’t bear to hear them because he’s not worthy of you, not yet.

“Save it for me.” He murmurs, his thumb trailing along the line of your jaw as he looks into your eyes. “Save it until I’m the man that I’m supposed to be.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Comfort Headcanons for Frank, Matt, and Mikey

A/n: so I am ridiculously overwhelmed by personal and political stuff right now. And I told myself I was going to write every day this week if possible, but my brain was being difficult today. So instead of working on a longer fic I wrote some self-indulgent headcanons about Frank, Matt, and Mikey caring for an overwhelmed partner. I hope you all enjoy. Please feel free to send me other headcanon requests!

How would they’d react to you being overwhelmed

Frank

Frank would pick up on this IMMEDIATELY

the second your self care habits change, he’s onto you. You stay up later than normal two nights in a row, or run out the door with a granola bar instead of eating a real breakfast, and he is concerned™️

He’s willing to entertain it for three days max. He knows life gets tough sometimes, and he doesn’t want to encroach on your process—but we all know that once this man is worried, he’s minutes away from taking control. He has issues but we love him for it.

On the 4th day, when you’re waking up exhausted after far too little sleep and rejecting his offer to take you out for breakfast, he puts his foot down.

“Gonna order in for dinner tonight, ok? We can watch that movie you wanted to see and turn in early.”

You hastily agree, bolting out the door before you end up late to your job.

When you finally arrive home, he’s all over you in an instant. Murmuring his hellos while helping you out of your coat and shoes, ushering you over the couch.

He’s insisting that you sit in his lap while the two of you pick out dinner, offering suggestions for restaurants instead of leaving the choice open-ended. Given how tired and generally stressed you seem, he wants to take as much weight off your shoulders as possible.

Once dinner has been ordered, he tucks you close to his chest, practically burying you in a jumble of muscular limbs, humming appreciatively when you nuzzle further into his space. His hand is cupped around your nape, thumb gently brushing over your spine as you hunch toward him.

“Ready to talk about what’s botherin’ ya, doll?” The question leaves room to decline, but his stern tone suggests you choose to answer.

He listens carefully as you tell him what’s on your mind, brushing silent kisses against your forehead whenever your breath wavers around a stifled sob. His hands never move from your skin, cradling you to him like he’s trying to absorb your pain.

He wouldn’t let you lift a finger the rest of the night. Retrieving the take out, dishing it up for you, drawing you a bath, tucking you into bed

When you’re beginning to drift off atop his giant shoulder, he’d rest his forehead against yours.

“I know it’s tough right now. But we’ll get through. I promise.”

“Please don’t leave, Frank.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, babydoll.”

Matt

Matt isn’t as observant of your habits and routines, but he can sure as hell pick up changes in body language.

Gritting teeth, blinking back tears, frustrated sighs—he notices all of it. He might not act on it immediately, brushing it off when you explain that you just had a bad day, but when your fatigue and growing apathy persist…

I think you hiding something from him would spook him for sure, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be determined to get answers out of you. He’d set his personal anxieties aside and prepare for a serious talk.

He’d leave the office somewhat early, asking you to meet him at his apartment. He’d offer you a beer, or whatever you were in the mood for (if his lacking fridge and pantry allowed for it), and he’d ask you the big question.

“You aren’t yourself lately. What’s going on?”

He’s not happy when you start crying, but he’s definitely relieved when you collapse into his arms and explain your recent mood. Even more so when you confess it had nothing to do with him.

As always, he harbors immense guilt for not being there, not being endlessly supportive, not being able to solve the issues gnawing at you with his own two fists.

But what he doesn’t realize is that he’s helping just by being there. By being present and absentmindedly squeezing you with his tree-trunk arms. By acknowledging your struggles and offering what he could.

He’d cut his patrols short for a few days, nearly begging you to sleep at his loft instead of in your own bed, so he could keep a metaphorical eye on you. He sleeps better with you by his side anyway.

Mikey

You’re Michael’s whole world, so he’d know you were overwhelmed before you realized it yourself.

As soon as he spotted the stress lines on your face, he’d be on his feet, trying his best to lighten the burden.

He’d walk you to and from work, as always, maybe even stopping by to keep you company on your lunch hour.

When he wasn’t with you, or ignoring his family, he’d be constantly cleaning the house and working through your joint to do list, taking task after task off your plate so you could properly decompress.

He wouldn’t pressure you to talk to him about it, but he’d give you the option.

“I’m here if ya want to talk, pet. Anytime ya need.”

And, of course, you’d take him up on it. Explaining that you could handle everything and you didn’t want him to overwhelm himself trying to help you because it was just a pile of small things that were wearing you down. But he’d have none of it.

“I wanna do this fer ya. Let me help, love.”

He’d bundle you in a knit blanket on the couch and set the tv to your favorite show, kissing the top of your head before heading to the kitchen to clean up after dinner.

I hope you enjoyed! And I hope you’re all doing ok this week. It’s rough out there.

[emmyrosee]

After begging and begging for sooo long (it only took him 5 minutes to agree cause he can’t resist ur puupy eyes) he finally agrees to let u do makeup or skincare on him.

-Anon🥢

You slip on a little headband for him, brushing whatever hair out of his face before giving him a pat on the cheeks comically, making him shrink up.

“Please, don’t make me regret this,” he murmurs, and you offer him a kiss on his cheek, to both, reassure him and humor him, just a little.

“Trust me,” you hum. “You get into a good skincare routine, you’ll be obsessed with it.”

“Is that why you spend all our money on this?” He chuckles. You nod and he sighs, motioning for you to begin your process on his skin.

You wet a warm wash cloth and dab it gently on his skin, making it damp enough for the cleanser to foam slightly. When you’re done, you grab some of your cleanser and work it into the skin, trying to ignore how cute he is nuzzling into your palm.

“Feels nice,” he says.

“See?” You hum. “It’s good for you too.”

When the cleanser has fully frothed, you wash his face again with the washcloth, rolling the fabric over his cheeks to soak up the suds from his now clean skin. You fan your hands to let it air dry, and he snickers and bats your hands away, “listen I can’t afford a black eye.”

“I would never,” you assure. Then, your fingers latch onto his cheek and pull, and he whines along with his grin. “Wouldn’t want to taint this pwetty face, hmm?”

“I’d hope not,” he says, shaking out of your hold. “What’s next?”

“Serums,” you answer, grabbing the small glass bottle, “I’ll give you a nice hydrating one, so your skin doesn’t fall off.”

“…what.”

“Yeah, acids can make your skin fall off,” you lie. But the way his eyes widen makes you laugh and break the facade, causing him to soften and let out a sigh.

“You know, you’re really good at making me regret bonding with you,” he grumbles.

You shush him softly, “you’re safe now, don’t worry. But acids would help the little black heads on your nose…” without warning, you move your fingers up to try and squeeze his nose, causing him to reel back with a small yelp, “please let me pop one.”

“No! Heel!” He panics. “God, just finish the routine, I’m scared of you now.”

“Fine, fine,” you relent, using the pipette to dribble some of the hydrating serum onto your palms. You rub it slightly to emulsify before softly patting it onto his skin, smiling at the way he angles into your touch. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

“I just like the way your hands feel,” he murmurs. “It’s nice when you’re not trying to attack me.”

“One of these days, you’re going to let me at your pores, and then you’ll really hate the way my hands feel.”

“Is there any way I can talk you out of it?”

“No.”

He takes a deep breath in to ground himself while you scoop a healthy mixture of moisturizer in your hand.

“I already dread the day.”

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hq: tanaka, kageyama, tsukishima, kuroo, kenma, iwaizumi, matsukawa, ushijima, semi, akaashi (whiney baby) atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa

bnha: bakugou, shinsou, sero, dabi, aizawa

jjk: megumi, geto, toji, shiu

tr: mikey, mitsuya, draken, baji

[penpassthepen]

rise! donnie x reader

rottmnt x reader

Shelldon snitches on Donnie for yelling at him 😢

fluff? Idrk, gn reader, romantic (established relationship)

“DONATELLO HAMATO.”

“Oh sweet Galileo, help me..” Donnie muttered to himself before pushing his goggles up and turning to face you as you came in and stood in the doorway, “Yes, my dearest Y/N?” He smiled nervously.

“Did you yell at him?” You were holding a pouting Shelldon to your chest like he’s a toddler. Well, he basically is.

Donnie gasped and looked between you and his little drone, stammering, “I-…I- ok, yes, I may have. But- but he broke my-“

“No buts! He’s just a baby!” You huffed and patted Shelldon, who gave a fake sniffle and nodded in agreement, on the ‘shell.’

“A baby?! He’s on version 13!” Donnie crossed his arms.

“I don’t care!” You huffed again and turned your back to your boyfriend. “It’s ok, Shelly. He’s so mean to you, isn’t he?” You cooed, gently petting Shelldon’s head.

“So mean, dude.” Shelldon agreed and gave another fake sniffle.

“Oh, puh-lease. Spare me.” Donnie scoffed under his breath. “Y/N, you don’t understand-“

“Now, apologize. What do you say?” You narrowed your eyes and held Shelldon out to him, who glared at his ‘father,’ “Yeah! What do you say?”

Donnie’s jaw dropped as his incredulous gaze flickered between the two of you again, “You’re taking his side?”

“He doesn’t know any better, Donnie.” You hissed, but your gaze softened as you looked back down at the little turtle drone in your arms, “How can you be so cruel to my sweet little baby?” You purred, rubbing your cheek on Shelldon’s head.

“Yeah! How could you, Dee?” Shelldon agreed, nuzzling your cheek.

“Wh-?! I-..you-…” Donnie stammered in disbelief and offense.

“Have you learned NOTHING from Dr.Feelings?! Where is Mikey? MICHELANGELO-“ You turned and walked out, Shelldon making a noise like he was blowing a raspberry at Donnie over your shoulder.

Donnie jumped out of his seat to follow you, “NO, Y/N, please don’t tell Mikey!”

“I’M TELLING HIM”

[dancingdonatello]

2012 boys with a reader who likes hearing them churr? Will purposely do things to make their turtle churr or pull them off to a more private area to cuddle with them and just exist- the fluffy stuff? :3

Bonus points for if the turtles were nervous to make the more turtly noises in case the reader thought they were weird- but in reality we just melt at the cuteness of it and just think our turtle boy is comfortable with us??

Love your writing! Hope your having a lovely timezone :]

2012 tmnt x reader

“Please?” You prodded Leo in the side. He gave you a tense look.

“No.”

“Come on, it’s not as weird as you make it out to be!” You scooted further into his side, looking up at him. “Nobody’s here either. Just you and me. Please? You know you wanna…”

He looked around, flushing darkly. “I don’t know why you like it so much.” You pressed an ear to his plastron, giggling when you could faintly hear the noise. You could more feel it than heat it.

“Cause it means you’re happy or that you like me so much, I don’t know.” You listened to it gradually grow in volume, grinning happily. He slowly started to relax, probably with how you pressed so much weight into him that you forced his shell to the couch cushions. You laid on his plastron, tracing patterns into it as you listened to the stuttering engine noise.

Raph rolled his eyes violently as you dragged him into his room. You stared up at him with expectant eyes and when he looked back at you blankly, you tackled him into his bed.

“Raph, don’t you want to make me happy?” you pouted, nuzzling in under his chin. He laid stiffly below you, gritting his teeth. You giggled as he struggled to stifle it in his chest. “Raphie.”

“Shut up.” He gave up and let the noise start up, staring up at his ceiling as you squeaked happily. How stupid things like the turtle noises he could make made you so happy confused him but whatever.

“Doesn’t it feel better to not hold it in?” That was definitely not how it worked but he stayed silent, besides the churrs.

Donnie rubbed his chin over the top of your head, his churring quiet but constant. You had been on his lap for the past few minutes, lazily scrolling on your phone. All it had taken was you petting over his scales and he started churring. He ignored your smug look and looked away.

You’d always try to embarrass him in front of his brothers by messing around and petting him of all things. All that just to hear him churr because you were convinced it was as cute as a pure from a cat.

He didn’t have the heart to inform you that churring didn’t always mean a turtle was just happy. He didn’t want to make it even more embarrassing for himself or his brothers.

It didn’t take a lot to get Mikey to churr. If you smiled at him, he churred. If you brushed hands, he churred. Even asleep, when you crawled into his bed, he would churr unconsciously at the feeling of you next to him.

Even if he was embarrassed about it, he couldn’t stop it. He could never push it down like his brothers could. He’d run away when it kickstarted up and you’d chase after him with a giddy grin.

He couldn’t talk either when churring. It’s definitely one way to shut him up.