Harvey chose Mike out of a room full of actual Harvard grads.
Harvey walked into an apartment and confronted a man with a gun to save Trevor for Mike (and made Mike wait outside.)
Harvey covered for Mike when he screwed up a case.
Harvey threatened Louis to protect Mike.
Harvey stood up to Jessica for Mike and told her to give Mike the benefit of the doubt.
Harvey lied to Jessica to protect Mike.
Harvey clearly loves Jessica, but still chose Mike over her.
Harvey chose Mike over his career a million times (”He goes, I go.”)
Harvey threatened Hardman to protect Mike.
Harvey refused to fire Mike when Jessica told him to.
Harvey told Mike he was proud of him.
Harvey took Mike to Atlantic City.
Harvey couldn’t name a single associate besides Mike when Donna asked him to (”the blonde one”, “Mike Ross.”)
Harvey checked on Mike after his grandmother died, got high with him, talked about his own family to make Mike feel better.
Harvey was thinking about Mike and even Jessica could tell because “who else would it be?”
Harvey chose Mike over Donna during the memo debacle.
Harvey took Mike’s side when Rachel cheated with Logan.
Harvey threatened to beat up Tess’s husband for hitting Mike.
Harvey literally blackmailed a dozen people to protect Mike’s secret.
Harvey lets Mike stroll into his apartment, sleep on his couch, eat his food, drink his whiskey, and doesn’t care when Mike leaves dirty dishes in his sink.
Harvey chose Mike over Scottie.
Harvey wanted Mike to knows that he trusts him.
Harvey didn’t want Mike to quit and work for Sidwell.
Harvey begged Jessica to let Mike come back to the firm.
Harvey came to work early and pushed right past Jessica to see Mike when he came back.
Harvey squeezed Mike’s shoulder to comfort him.
Harvey tried to warn Mike about Forstman.
Harvey took Mike out to dinner to get him to stop worrying when Rachel was in the hospital.
Harvey yelled at Mike to let him take the fall for the fraud the first time Mike was questioned. (”This is on me!”)
Harvey bribed people to protect Mike.
Harvey begged Mike to come back to him when Mike left to work for Louis (”You’re going back where you belong.”)
Harvey was annoyed that Mike got engaged to Rachel because jealousy.
Harvey said Mike deserved his promotion, that an army couldn’t have kept him from voting for him, and had a nameplate made for him.
Harvey told Mike he was family and hugged him and teared up when Mike walked away.
Harvey got Mike out of jail.
Harvey went up against Anita Gibbs for Mike and tried to trade himself for Mike’s freedom.
Harvey was willing to perjure himself for Mike.
Harvey let Mike represent himself because he never says ‘no’ to him.
Harvey called Mike “my guy” three times.
Harvey RAN to stop Mike from taking the plea deal.
Harvey didn’t tell Mike he was found not guilty because “it would’ve broken you.”
Harvey said “Mike’s throwing his whole life away and there’s nothing I can do about it,” and “I’M TRYING TO PROTECT MIKE!”
Harvey was scared Mike couldn’t defend himself in prison and let Mike punch him.
Harvey still tried to go to prison for Mike.
Harvey drove Mike to prison to say goodbye, and hugged him (even tho the writers cut that scene because they’re all satan.)
Harvey is just generally fucking gone for him.
Look at this domestic bliss.
Please reblog with anything I have forgotten because I know there’s enough material to write a heartbreaking novel with.
Warnings - Flirting, fem!reader, mentions of wedding | WC: 507
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Imagine... you and Clark had moved out of the commotion of the city, a pretty ring on your finger, and the wedding coming up soon.
Your new forever home is out in the country, with plenty of land to run through and a creek to splash in. A spot just outside Metropolis so Superman could keep a watchful eye over it, and you can both continue your respective jobs.
The sun always hit the porch just right at four, the warm rays perfect for tanning. You would lay out there in the sun, cracking open a book or listening to your favorite podcast as it glistened over your oiled-up skin.
Clark always insisted on helping you out, as any doting fiancé would do. You’d lie on your back in your bathing suit, while he rubbed sunscreen into your skin. “Can't get burnt, you’ll regret it…” He’d say, knowing it was also an excuse to feel your skin against his.
But he also cared, and knew someone had to look out for your skin, because it certainly wouldn’t be you.
His favorite activity was washing the dishes, slow and leisurely as you lay out there. His favorite view of his soon-to-be wife, just being so pretty without even trying. Clark was obsessed with how you threw your hair into a bun or a messy ponytail, and you wore your sunglasses.
Today was the usual routine; the humid eighty-degree heat had settled over the afternoon. You lay on your back today, the chair reclined so you could sit up. Clark was rubbing lotion over the curves of your hips, up your stomach, and rubbing into your collarbones and sunkissed shoulders.
Today was wedding planning day. Every Thursday after work, you’d prop open that ridiculous binder.
“Clark, do you promise to call the catering business?” you asked, not giving him a chance to reply before adding more. “Oh, and you need to tell Jimmy he’s your best man! Do you mind also getting me a list of your other groomsmen?”
Clark nods, “Sure, sweetheart. I’ll have it by tomorrow if you really want.” You nod; you did want that. “Oh, and—” Clark beat you to it, shaking his head and grinning.
“Get my suit, pick out a light green tie, and start thinkin about honeymoon plans. I got it, honey.” He rubs the suntan lotion into your shoulders, working the tension from your shoulders while he's at it. “Okay, but…” You start again.
Clark ducks down, stealing the words from your mouth. He pulled away with a goofy smile on his face. “Baby, let me worry, and you just be sexy, okay?” His glasses were low on his nose, the deep blue searching yours.
“Okay…” You sigh in relief, happy that he could handle it too. He didn’t need you bossing him around; he grinned triumphantly, taking his small wins while they were in reach. Clark had won this time, but was nowhere close to the end of the wedding responsibilities.
But there really was no place he’d rather be.
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A/N - Based off this little text thing I saw @yoyokslut make, cause would totally tell his girl to just be sexy! Anyways, this is a random post cause I have no ideas, so send reqs 😽🤍
why did buck get dumped because tommy thought he was going to end up with someone else instead and then directly after that he went to eddie’s house where eddie had just decided to embrace joy and eddie opened the door with no pants on and smiled and smiled and smiled (with no pants on) while they drank beers on the couch together. and then the next season tommy told buck that the someone else he had implied buck would end up with was eddie. and then scoffed at the idea of eddie being straight. meanwhile they’re in the guys house. (but it’s not his because he’s a renter.) and then they haven’t followed up on that yet
Hi Bunny! I was hoping you would be willing to write one of these big strong men into a subby!brat who just needs to get a taste of his own medicine. Face slapping, edging, maybe some tears if it fits. I had Han Solo, Clark Kent, OR Langdon from the show The Pitt if you’ve watched that. Hope this gives you some inspo!
hi sweetie! oh my gods this is my favorite genre of man so YES, i will absolutely be writing this. clark kent getting a taste of his own teasing is riiiiight up my alley. i did Not include face slapping in this specific fic but TRUST it will be included in future ones because it makes me feral. please enjoy.
18+ minors do not interact !!
< pairing > sub ! clark kent x soft dom f ! reader
< content warnings > dominant f!reader, submissive!clark kent, soft dom x bratty sub dynamics, alien!dick clark kent (if you want to read it that way), edging, denial, bondage (aka fuzzy handcuffs... definitely useless on a kryptonian, but that's part of the charm), oral sex (f!receiving), handjob, praise, dacraphilia (clark is pretty when he's crying)
There’s nothing quite like watching your big, beautiful, super-powered lover beg and keen for your touch. It’s a special kind of ego boost, magical and charming you into feeling like a damn superhero yourself. The absolute glee of having Clark Kent, your Superman, wrapped around your finger, desperate and devoted to nothing but you, is like a fucking drug.
Now, Clark’s whine echoes through his bedroom as his fists grip the headboard of his bed, hips bucking upward into nothing. “Please, honey, please—” His eyes are glassy and hooded, lips wet as he licks them. “I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, please, just let me touch you. Let me make you feel good—” His pleas break into a moan, strangled.
Your beloved hot-pink vibrator is taped to his thick, muscled thigh, the buzzing head pressed against the tip of his leaking cock. Clark’s pre-cum pools in the ridges of his abdomen after hours of denial, trapped by nothing but your whims and the pleased smile on your lips at the sight of him.
Clark put himself in this position, after all, with his taunts and teasing and brattiness. “You should have known better, sweetheart,” you’d reminded him softly as you bound him down, strapping a vibrator to his cock, and he’d scowled at you nonetheless. “Maybe if you hadn’t been so mouthy, we wouldn’t be here.”
Clark’s hands are pinned to his headboard with a pair of your favorite pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs, almost mocking him. He’s dizzy with desire, for the need to touch you. He needs friction, he needs your touch, he needs you so badly that every muscle in his body aches. Clark knows he could break out of these pathetic excuses of bindings without much effort at all, and yet… He can’t bring himself to, not with how lovingly you look at him, bound and at your mercy.
Seated beside him on the bed, you twirl the dainty key around your finger. You click your tongue at him, shaking your head with nothing short of sugary-sweet faux-sympathy. “Clark, Clark, Clark… What are we going to do with you?”
You trace one manicured nail up and down of his cock, torturously slow. You can feel the subtle ridges lining Clark’s cock, and you hide your own shudder at the memory of how deliciously full and fucked open you feel with that ribbed monster inside of you. You take your time, guided by the pulsing vein running along his length until you reach his painfully red tip. You know it’s not enough stimulation or friction to give him any sort of release, and he knows it too, whimpering with each pass of your finger against him.
His bottom lip practically quivers, eyes wide. “Please, I’ll do anything, you know I’ll do anything for you, honey, please—“
You shush him gently, shutting him up with a tender kiss. The subtle sharpness of Clark’s upper canines are evident as your tongue slips past his lips, and he leans forward into your mouth, desperate for anything he can get from you. You feel him frantically try to deepen the kiss, moaning into your mouth with nothing short of utter abandon and frantic desire. You can’t help but smile against his lips at the sound, pulling back to admire him.
The finger tracing up and down Clark’s leaking cock slows to circle his tip, right beside where the vibrator rests. As if approaching a scared, frightened creature, you rest your palm against his cock, the silken skin hot to the touch. You give a soft tutting noise as his cock twitches against your hand, and he bucks his hips to gain any kind of friction he can.
“Do you want to cum for me that badly, Clark?” You tease, rubbing your palm up and down his length without wrapping your fingers around him. It’s the bare minimum, but the pressure and warmth of your hand is enough for him to frantically arch into your touch. “I really thought you’d hold out longer.”
Clark releases a broken whine into the room as, fucking finally, your fingers wrap around his girth. “I just want to taste you,” he whispers, voice raw. You look at him, head tilted to the side, as tears begin to well in his eyes. “Please let me make you feel good?”
You bring your free hand to cradle his cheek, and he curls into the touch like a cat. “Poor thing,” you croon at him, head tilted to the side as you observe Clark’s brimming tears. “So needy for me. Lay down and let me use your mouth, lovely.”
You make quick work of removing the cuffs from his wrists, and the moment the click of the lock confirms he has your permission to use his hands, he’s grabbing for you. His large hands grip your waist, yanking you up, settling your cunt over his mouth. Readjusting his hands to spread you open above him, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, he sighs dreamily.
Clark’s closed lashes are still wet with his tears as he takes a long, slow swipe of your wetness from over your underwear first. His moan of relief is audible as your taste touches his tongue, the groan vibrating across your clit as he pushes the panties to the side to bury his tongue in you.
Your squeak of delight escapes your lips before you can stop it, grinding down onto his mouth with a firm hand in his hair. Clark doesn’t eat you slow and patient, and he doesn’t take you apart the way you’ve spent hours doing to him— No, he devours. He takes your cunt with his tongue in a way that makes you almost fucking giddy, eyes rolling back as you rock into the warmth of his waiting mouth.
“So fucking obedient.” You manage to gasp the words, breathless as Clark’s brows knot together in focus. He looks blissful as he nods absently, too lost in the taste of your arousal in his mouth, syrupy slick and dripping down his throat. “Such a good boy, Clark, so fucking good for me. Just like that.”
Clarks hums into your pussy for a moment before fixing his focus on your clit, mouth closing around the swollen nub as he sucks. Your orgasm is sharp and jagged, running through you like a train as both hands find his hair. You collapse against him, fingers tight in his curls to the point where you’re grateful he needs a his damn laser-vision to cut it himself. It’s an anchor, a tether, anything to keep you sane and grounded as you ride his mouth. You’re panting now, still rutting against his mouth as you turn back to stare at his poor, still-leaking cock.
You lean back, turning off the vibrator and wrapping one hand around his cock. Clark cries out against the wetness of your cunt as you touch him, stroking his cock with tenderness. Your fingers tighten as they stroke over the textured ridges of his length, and Clark is back to whimpering into you. His sapphire eyes are wide now, fixed on yours as you stroke him off slowly, his tongue still working your clit. His gaze softens the longer you take with each stroke, his previously rushed and desperate licks becoming slower, more appreciative as he savors the reverence of your touch.
You stroke his hair back from his forehead with your free hand, still stroking his cock with the other. He’s lost to his dreamy-eyed subspace, half-lidded as he stares up at you. “Do you want to come with me, Clark?” He nods lazily, continuing to coax you closer to cumming on his tongue yet again. “I need your words, lovely.”
Clark pulls away from your clit, dazed. “Please finish with me?”
You smile down at him. “Cum for me.”
Clark fractures instantly at your words, dragging your cunt closer to his mouth to muffle the sound of his sob of relief. The sound of his orgasm is enough to send you careening into your own, rushing through you as your grip tightens on his cock. He shudders as he finishes into your hand, seed spilling out over your fingers as you wring each and every drop out of him. You ride out the rest of your high against his tongue, soft sighs slipping past your lips as the fluttering in your lower stomach finally settles.
You’re both spent and panting, and even with lightly shaking arms, he manages to move you down to sprawl across his chest. You can see the blissful smile on his face as he lies on his back, eyes closed, arms wound around you. You bring one hand to cradle his face again, kissing his opposite cheek. “You did so good for me, Clark. Always so good,” you promise. Your words are full of tenderness and reassurance, a reminder that you’re just as much his as he is yours. “I love you, Clark.”
His breaths steady and slow down more at your words, and the grin on his face widens further. “I love you too, sweetheart. Thank you for taking care of me.”
You plant another sleepy kiss against Clark’s cheek as he holds you closer. “Of course, Superman. Someone has to.”
eddie calls buck brother one time and then the ambulance that they were both just in explodes. buck calls eddie brother one time and then a christmas elf calls them gay. eddie says he's straight one time and then a gay priest is immediately like, sure jan how's denying yourself joy going for you? the universe does in fact scream i think.
eddie calls buck brother in nashville and then buck gets kidnapped by serial killers and also the entire town assumes he and buck are husbands hello is anyone listening can anyone hear me
the horrors persist but so do books, art, hot chocolate, winter nights, the moon, the sea, the stars, sunsets, literature, libraries, cats, flowers, stories, love and the wistful feeling you get when you finally return home
Donna: *does one mistake in her entire career of eight years*
Harvey: You're fired.
Mike: *shows up with a briefcase full of weed in his interview that he isn't even qualified for*
Harvey: You're hired, and i'm gonna protect you from every goddamn person and problem even if it costs me personally.
you know what's kinda unfair that never happened that I would sell my beauty for? Eddie Diaz fucking up and putting his friendship with Buck at risk
we've seen the exact opposite happening more than once. lawsuit era of season 3, open house of season 8 – the obvious examples. so, I really want for something to happen that's gonna make Buck angry with Eddie and make Eddie doubt if what he did was right and what consequences for their friendship (oh, I'm sorry, US) there would be
because Buck was the only one of the who's been put in a position that made him apologize. Eddie hadn't been and that's a shame. cuz my man really needs to open his fuckung eyes to recognize what a brilliant relationship he'd found himself in and that losing it would be one of the biggest mistakes of his life
