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Knowing Chishiya isn’t one to openly express his feelings I can totally picture him telling his s/o how he feels about her whenever she’s not aware.

Like she’s sleeping? He’ll be mumbling non stop about how much he loves her.

She’s in another room? He’d be whispering: “come here, I miss you”

She’s staring at the wall contemplating life? “I miss your eyes on me”

She has just woken up and she looks sleepy asf? “God, you look so beautiful”

And he thinks she can’t hear him but she often can and she has the biggest smile on her face every time.

She would pretend to be asleep just so she can hear him saying “I love you” until one day she says it back and he’s like 😦

Mickey milkovich x M!Reader

◇Car sex

◇Mickey tops for once, reader rides him

◇Sex with plot?

Mickey did not want to be here at this shitty party his sister was throwing. He only came here cause you said you'd be here, and he might've also been feeling a hit possessive with the fact that you said Mandy was trying to find your ass a man.

You looked hot, and Ian teasing his ass wasn't helping. "Jesus, Mick. Keep staring and I won't be able to tell who's drooling. Your mouth or your dick." The remarks got Ian a harsh shove from Ian

"Oh fuck off, Gallagher."

Meanwhile, you were only here in an attempt to hope Mickey would finally be open about liking you. It's not like you didn't know. The staring, the fact that he was okay with you occasionally touching him where he'd hit or shove others off from it. His sister seen it, Ian seen it, and so did you. Unfortunately for Mick and his stubborn ass, refused too.

"Just go, dipshit." Ian shoved him a little. They might've been exes, but they were close. "Yeah..yeah.." Mickey sighed before actually getting the balls to go up to you.

You smiled as he finally stood beside you, "Hey, Cariño. Been waiting for you." Mickey's heart skipped a beat as you called him cariño again. Thats all you've ever called him, and you also refused to tell him what it meant. It was like a jolt of electricity shooting through him every time you used that term of endearment.

He cleared his throat, trying to keep a cool exterior. "Yeah? Been waiting for me?" He responded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah. I'm gay, but not gay enough to listen to your sister and her girls about matching panties." You remarked, which made both of you laughed. "Yeah, that doesn't sound fun at all." Mickey agreed. "You have much to drink?" Mick asked, trying to act nonchalant, but deep down he might be a rain drop of worried. "This is my first, and probably only." You smiled at him, and he nodded a flash of relief in his eyes.

"Tryna stay sober or some?" He only asked to keep this weak ass conversation going, so you obliged "More like I want to remember tonight and not hookup with a random person."

Mickey's smirk faltered for a moment as he heard your words. The idea of you going home with someone else was something he didn't want to think about, but he tried to keep his cool and not show any signs of jealousy. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "So you don't plan on hooking up with anyone tonight?"

You nodded, agreeing with his words. "I might live in the SouthSide, but I'm not the Southside." Which he didn't understand but wasn't going to ask. You also added, "Don't really like hookups, or flings. I just don't like it."

Which he was kinda surprised by. It was the SouthSide, if your friends hadn't all slept with the same person, it wasn't the southside. So what made you different? You were a pretty boy. Kept hair, decent clothes. "So if you don't hookup or one nights, what the fuck do you do?" Mickey asked. "Uh committed relationships." You laughed. "Oh." Was all he could manage to get out his mouth. He wasn't the type for relationships..nit committed ones...but maybe?

"Huh. Committed relationships?" He repeated after sipping his beer. You smiled, "Yeah, Cariño."

He groaned, "You're killing me with that god damn nickname." You smirked, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Mickey smirked, his face only inches away from yours. He was close enough to feel your breath on his face. His heart was pounding faster and faster with each passing second, and his mind was racing with thoughts of how badly he wanted to just kiss you right then and there. If you both ever had a moment that yall connected, it was now "Car?" You both ask at the same time and laughed.

Soon, you were dragging the sweet but asshole of a man out to your car in the street. "Nice ass, papí." You swatted one of his Jean covered asscheeks as he went into the back of your car first. "Don't call me that, dipshit." He groaned, already having his pants tight, and you calling him daddy in Spanish was not helping.

You huffed, going into your glove box for lube, cause dry anal hurt. We all know that. Once you got into the back of the car, both of yall were rushing to get at least pants and boxers off. You waisted no time to straddle his lap, and coat his strained cock in lube to take into you. You both moaned out, Mickeys hands gripping your hips to help you sink down better and yours at his shoulders. You rolled your hips, grunting at the pain and pleasure. Mickey was panting, being the typical ass of not making noise besides the soft puffs of hair or barely audible groans. Asshole.

You, thank god, found a good rhythm as you rode Mickeys cock, one of his hands wrapping around your throat which cause your eyes to roll back, "Oh papí. Your cock feels so damn good."

The compliment made his gently squeeze your throat, "Say it again. Keep saying it."

"Yes, papí." You whined, grinding your hips down before going back to bouncing. Your movements and repetition of calling him daddy in Spanish was getting his vocal aspect to come out, and damn did you relish in it. It was all too much, he was losing his god damn mind. Mickey was so unbelievably overwhelmed by you, all he wanted was more, more of you, more of this feeling. He couldn't form words anymore, all he could do was pant and moan, each curse word that escaped his lips was like a prayer.

He leaned forward, smashing his lips against yours, the kiss was desperate and rough, full of need. You were the only thing on his mind, you were the only thing he needed. You were his lifeline, the air he needed to breathe, the water he needed to stay alive. Without you, he was nothing. He was drowning, but the sweet embrace of you gave him the breath he needed to keep standing. You moaned against his lips, "Fuck, papí. I'm close."

"God...me too." He managed to gasp out, his hips bucking involuntarily to meet your movements. He was on the edge, hanging by a thread, but god he didn't want this to end. Unfortunately neither of you could warn eachother when your orgasms hit, yours going over his and your own shirt, his going deep into you. The sight of you, the sound of your moans, it drove him crazy, and he was completely lost in the moment. He was panting, trying to catch his breath, his body trembling as he came down from the high. He looked at you with a mixture of amazement and awe, still trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

Sadly, the sirens and lights if cop cars ended that bliss a little too fast.

"Fuck!" Both of you groaned.

“You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you” (x)

We also shipped JEFF THE KILLER AND BEN DROWNED

“why do you ship them? I thought the ship wasn’t canon?” bro we’re talking about fictional characters, who don’t actually exist in real life, from a media that focuses solely on fictional events that are not real either. so what if these two made-up characters didn’t kiss in their source material? they have lots of nasty gay sex on archive of our own and thousands of novel length slow burn enemies to lovers fics written about them. the fanon content at this point far exceeds the whole canonical franchise. the problem isn’t “it’s not canon” the problem is that you don’t allow yourself to let go of canon and enjoy the wonder of fan contents that are just as good / valid

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