#AND THEN GET MAD WHEN SHE GETS MAD THAT YOURE DOING EXACTLY WHAT SHE SAID SHE 'LEFT' FOR

[juicykvnture]

THEY WANNA F☆CK

Jason Todd x fem!reader x Roy Harper

tags: established relationship (Jason), oral (m!receiving), hair pulling, slapping, threesome, Eiffel Tower, praise + degradation, corruption (if u squint)

a/n: ..trip to Paris anyone? (Based on this bc it’s giggles)

wc: 2.9k | masterlist

“Jason, care to enlighten me as to why the dog is on the couch again?” you’re staring daggers at your boyfriend, fingers curling tightly around your mug of tea.

Man’s best friend? Sure. In this case, the mutt taking up your precious, precious couch is none other than Roy Harper.

Your words make Jason bristle, cutting through the silence in the kitchen, save for the raindrops tapping against the window.

“Baby, stop calling him that.” Jason rubs a hand over his face, keeping his voice down as he hesitantly glances over his shoulder, staring at the couch, “he’s my best friend.”

“C’mon, be nice.” Jason swallows, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I have been nice.”

It’s not that you dislike Roy. He’s been basically stuck to Jason’s side for years now. Friendships are important, you get that, your own friends mean the whole world to you too.

You’re just not sure what it is, maybe it’s the third wheeling, maybe it’s how he’s a bit of a walking disaster - tonight being proof of that. It could be how you’re rarely able to get a moment's peace, or how he doesn’t even hide how he stares at you.

You’d have to be blind as a bat to miss the way Roy eyes you, and you know your boyfriend. You know he picks up on these things.

See, Jason wouldn’t hesitate to put a man in the hospital if they glanced at you the wrong way.

But not Roy. He’s never mad at Roy, not for something like that.

Usually, you’d be able to feel the tension rolling off of Jason in waves. But not when Roy stares. Jason just looks the other way.

You’re not the only one Roy has an eye on.

You can’t place it, you can’t make accusations - that would be really unfair, besides Jason is the love of your life.

Maybe you oughta claw Roy’s eyes out.

“Doll, c’mon.” his eyebrows are knit together, taking a few sheepish steps toward you. His chin comes to rest atop your head, arms sliding under yours to wrap around your torso.

“He’s my best friend, alright? His girlfriend just broke up with him.”

You stare down at the sugar granules left in the bottom of your cup, and then over at the doorway - catching a glimpse of the couch.

You hate how Jason’s always able to wear you down like this.

“You’re so lucky I love you, you know that?”

That has Jason letting out a sigh of relief, his one of his hands sliding down to drum his fingers against your hip.

“I know, I love you too.” He murmurs into your hair, his palm coming down against your ass in a light smack, as if to ease the mood.

Shaking your head, you lean back against the counter, watching as Jason makes his way over to your not-so-welcome visitor, currently lounging around on your couch like he owns the place, their conversation out of earshot.

“So?” Roy lifts his head up, awkwardly drumming his fingers against his knee.

“She said you can stay the night, just don’t piss her off.”

“Ooh, will she hit me if I do?”

“She’ll castrate you, probably.” Jason blinks, unamused.

“Promise?”

Noticing how curt Jason is being, Roy tilts his head. He’s grateful for your leeway - but that isn’t exactly what he’s getting at here.

“..you didn’t ask, did you Jaybird?” he huffs, almost exasperated as he slumps his head back against the cushion.

“Harper, don’t be a dick.” Jason hisses, reaching a hand out to give Roy’s face a shove, his brows knit together.

“What if she rips my balls off?”

Roy smirks, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, what a loss to the world that will be.”

“She’s got you on a leash man, I’m jealous.” He snickers, only to be hit with another shove to the shoulder that makes him wince.

“I’ll have you know I’m very happy on my leash.” Jason’s brows furrow, mumbling under his breath.

“I know. You’re like totallyyy glowing and haven’t been beating the shit out of me recently!” Roy offers a mocking sweet grin, soon wiped off his face when Jason gives his hair a yank, making him crane his head up.

“Oh! You pull these moves on your girlfriend?”

“Fuck you, Harper,” Jason grumbles, giving his hair another yank before reluctantly letting him how.

“Yeah? I’m waiting.”

“You doin’ alright, doll?” Jason murmurs, keeping his voice low as he cracks your bedroom door open a little, features softening when he’s met with the sight of you sat up by your vanity table, gently cleansing your makeup away.

“Yeah, gettin’ ready for bed.”

“This early?” He raises a brow, picking up a random perfume on your table, slightly puzzled by the fact it’s encased in a pink and gold high heel as the bottle.

He knows nothing about perfume, or beauty for that matter. But he knows that you wear that one a lot. And he knows that this one specifically smells like almond cookies and flowers.

“Yeah, meetings tomorrow.” You frown, gently swatting his hand away before he manages to manhandle the rest of your precious perfume collection.

“Stressed?” He raises a brow, resting his large hands upon your shoulders, watching as you wipe the cotton pad across your soft skin.

“Not really, just fed up.”

He nods, leaning down to press a small kiss to your shoulder.

“You wanna come down for a drink?”

“I have to be up early.” you remind him, reaching to toss the cotton pad into the trash.

Okay, maybe it’s not that early, but you have better shit to do than to sit around and drink beer with him and his degenerate of a friend. It’s a Tuesday night, has the world lost its collective mind altogether?

“One drink?” he presses on, gently running his fingers up your arm.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

One drink turned into two, and two turned into three - remarkably fast.

You’re not sure what they’re talking about, you don’t really care. You’re preoccupied with reaching for another beer.

You’re content with being sat up on your boyfriend’s lap as he lazily bounces his knee, one of his warm hands on your hip as the other holds a cold bottle, mindlessly dragging it up and down the inside of your thigh as he and Roy talk.

Okay, maybe Roy isn’t so bad when Jason’s around.

You feel bad for a split second, perhaps a little bit guilty. You’re sitting up all giggly in Jason’s lap when you remember Roy’s only here because his girlfriend broke up with him.

He hasn’t mentioned anything, so it shouldn’t surprise you. He probably doesn’t wanna start dumping out all of his problems on you guys.

“You okay?” Jason arches a brow when he feels you shifting awkwardly in his lap, his grip on your hip tightening by a fraction.

“Yeah, it’s just-“ you clear your throat, trying to ignore the not-so-subtle feeling of his hard-on under you as you glance at Roy.

“He doesn’t mind, baby.”

“Right, Harper?” he glances over at Roy, currently preoccupied with trying to get another beer open.

“Me? Nah, I’m peachy.” Roy clears his throat, staring down into the bottom of his bottle “I’m rooting for you guys.”

That makes you smile, Jason smirks.

“Ah, thank you my dear best friend.” He scoffs, lightly running the bottle up your thigh as he stares at Roy on the other side of the sofa-bed.

“The one guy I know who manages to swing both ways and still miss.”

“Low blow, jaybird.”

Jason shrugs, leaning over Roy to reach for another beer.

“I’ll show you a low blow.”

You glance back at your boyfriend and then at Roy, tilting your head to the side.

“You two okay?”

Roy clears his throat, leaning back against the cushions with a small shrug, glancing down into his beer and then over at you.

“Never better.”

You nod quietly, leaning back against Jason once more, you’re not sure what’s changed in the room in the last couple of seconds - you didn’t hear what Jason said, but it’s obvious.

There’s definitely something going on here.

And Roy Harper is definitely eye-fucking your boyfriend.

“Okay,” you break the tense silence, shifting to move off of Jason’s lap “I’m gonna go get more beer-“

“Nah, we have a couple more bottles here.” he shakes his head, catching the drawstring of your shorts in his fingers so you don’t get up.

Roy stares at Jason, grip on his bottle tightening.

Jason doesn’t say anything for a hot minute, lightly bouncing you in his lap as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

There it is again, that feeling. It’s like they’re hiding something from you.

You’re a little loose-lipped at this point, the alcohol getting to you quicker than usual - maybe it’s cause you’re tired.

“Roy,” you break the silence, lips pulling into a sleepy little grin.

“Uhuh?”

“You tryna fuck my boyfriend or what?” you joke, slumping back against Jason - his grip on your waist tightening immediately.

See, the answer isn’t exactly a no.

Roy doesn’t say a word, avoiding your eyes until Jason leans down slightly, his breath hot against your neck.

“It’s not me he wants.”

Jason Todd you knows you love him more than anything in the world - he’s the luckiest man alive.

Long story short, that’s how you ended up with your boyfriend’s rough hand at the back of your neck while he fucked you from behind - forcing you to keep your head up and your mouth open as his best friend fucked your throat.

“Don’t even think about it,” Jason’s breath is ragged as he catches Roy’s wrist, stopping him from grabbing the ends of your hair - only Jason is allowed to do that.

“You got a pretty hot girlfriend, you know that?” Roy pants nonetheless, pulling back ever so slightly to glance down at your fucked out expression.

Your tits are all but falling out of your shirt, tears at the corners of your eyes. You’re a mess, to put it plainly.

You’re pretty much convinced the only thing even keeping you upright is Jason, one hand digging into the soft flesh of your hip - sure to leave a smack right across your ass if you lean forward over to Roy a little too much.

“Don’t get used to it Harper.”

“Why not?” He pants, a little breathless as he pulls his hips back for a moment to glance down at you before slapping his cock back onto your tongue.

“Your girlie seems to like it.” Roy murmurs, hand slowly finding its way back into your hair - not pulling, just to mess with Jason.

“I’ll fuck you up after this.” Jason’s brows furrow, blunt nails biting into your lower back as he pushes his hips forward, biting back a small grunt.

The action has you letting out a muffled whine, Roy’s cock pushing down your throat as you helplessly claw at the pillows below you.

“Heh, f-fuck,” Roy’s head falls back slightly, trying to keep himself together despite your mouth around him, drooling around his dick.

“She doesn’t even gag.”

It’s true, you don’t.

That’s all thanks to Jason though, a rough hand finding your ass in a sharp smack, your legs barely able to keep your body upright as your knees press into the mattress.

“I know.” He breathes out with another mean thrust, almost proud - causing you to nearly lose your balance altogether.

He really is proud of you though, in every sense of the word, Jason loves you more than anything.

But the fact you’re willing, eager to drop to your knees and take his best friend's dick down your throat? Just to make Jason happy?

That just makes him cocky.

Jason’s hand is quick to grab at your hair, craning your head back to pull you off of Roy’s cock for a moment, a messy string of spit breaking.

“Real pretty too, ain’t she?” His words are strained, punctuated with messy thrusts into your cunt as he tilts your head around in his grip, letting Roy stare down into your teary eyes like he’s showing you off.

“Your throat hurtin’ yet, slut?”

Normally you’d scoff at something like that but you can’t bring yourself to even think, let alone argue - considering you’ve been drooling on Roy’s cock for what feels like hours.

Your chest heaves, barely managing to croak out a soft “no” - you can keep going, you know you can.

“No? Good girl,” Jason feels that little pang of pride again, gently stroking the back of your neck with his thumb before pushing your face back to where it was, his friend's leaking cock lightly smacking against your cheek as Roy fumbles to get it back into your mouth.

Roy bites the insides of his cheeks, legitimately trying not to go cross-eyed when he feels your mouth on him again, tip of his dick slamming against the back of your throat.

“S-she always been like this?”

“Nah,” Jason groans, head tilting back slightly as he pulls out just enough to make you whine before slamming back into your cunt.

“I just fucked her up a little,”

“Really?” Roy swallows, cheeks almost as red as his hair.

“Really.” Jason nods “you think just any girl can pull shit like this?” his head tilts to the side, hand automatically swatting at your thigh when he feels your legs are starting to tremble again.

“It’s all me, right sweetheart?” He hums, glancing down at you lazily to see you trying to nod, even though you’ve got a mouth full of cock, spit dripping down your chin.

“Fuck,” Roy lets out a shallow breath, shaky hands gripping your shoulders so hard his knuckles are almost going white.

“You know,” Jason trails off, gently dragging his hands up your hips before smacking your ass again “You could’ve tried talking me into this earlier.”

“I tried,” Roy manages a small laugh at that, eyes squeezing shut as he feels your tongue dragging along him again - losing his train of thought “f-fuck, her mouth is so fucking hot,”

“I bet,” Jason hums, one hand slipping down between your legs to catch your clit between his fingers, gritting his teeth when you whimper around Roy’s cock, your pussy throbbing around Jason.

He’s been there, he’s done that. Of course he has.

Roy feels a little jealous. Not like he has any right to, whatsoever.

You’re not his, Jason is making that abundantly clear with each mark across your skin, each mumbled praise, each glance down at you to make sure you’re still okay.

It has his hand finding your neck, whole body flushed as he fucks your throat that little bit harder, your eyes rolling back dumbly - not a thought in that brain.

Jason has the nerve to smirk, watching Roy with a raised brow as he runs his fingers over your clit in time with his thrusts.

“You tryna outfuck my slut, speedy?”

That makes him bristle, Roy knows damn well he’s not even fucking you, not really.

“S-shuddup,” He doesn’t have enough focus left to answer properly, hips stuttering as his hand slides up and down your throat - almost like he’s trying to feel himself in there.

“You so are,” Jason mumbles, slowing his pace a tiny bit to focus on how you flutter around him, how good you take his cock.

“Wishin’ it was you?”

“No.” Roy manages to croak, trying to keep his grip on your neck tight and not focus on how your back arches against Jason, or the fucked out little slurs of your precious boyfriend's name around his dick.

It’s a little fucked up in all honesty, the two of them yapping all about you like you aren’t even there.

“You wanna fuck my girlfriend, Harper? Slam your cock into this tight fuckin’ cunt?” Jason pants, hand leaving your pussy to your dismay, reaching over you to yank Roy’s face closer.

“Yeah,” Roy sniffles under his breath, trying not to blow his load in your mouth right then and there with Jason’s hand on his jaw.

“Didn’t hear you,” Jason shrugs, lazily staring at him with a slow roll of his hips against your ass.

“Yes,” Roy all but whines, his own legs starting to shake as Jason’s mouth just barely brushes against his, as yours takes his cock deeper than he thought was even fucking possible.

Jason sighs, blunt nails pressing into his nape - tongue dragging against Roy’s bottom lip

“Not fucking happening.”

“You okay, sweetheart?”

You’re sitting sideways in Jason’s lap now, his shirt draped over the frame as he cleans you up with a warm cloth, not so subtly inspecting the marks he left on you minutes prior.

“Yeah,” you nod, throat a little sore for obvious reasons as you rest your head on his shoulder - a kiss to your temple soon following.

“Roy?” You manage to lift your head a little bit to glance over at your dear houseguest, still breathlessly staring at the ceiling - half slumped against Jason’s other side.

He’s almost convinced you broke his dick or something. He’s never cum so embarrassingly hard.

He’s staring down into his lap, presumably contemplating his whole existence until your voice snaps him out of it.

“..mhm?”

You hesitate, shifting slightly against Jason.

“I’m sorry if I was hard on you when I came home, sorry to hear about the whole breakup with your girlfriend.”

The whole reason Jason begged you to let him stay tonight.

Roy blinks, slowly - tilting his head to stare at you and then at Jason, puzzled like you’re speaking in some undiscovered language.

“..what girlfriend?”

a/n: I’m back I promise 🫡🫡

thank u sm for reading ily!!

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[intoblonde6ftwbbplayers]

Everyone Thank KK Arnold

pairing; teammategfreader! x uconnpaige!

synopsis; when Kk Arnold hard launches your relationship for you

warning; non just pure fluff and rushed ending not edited

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You and Paige had been dating for a while now. Since her junior year and your sophomore. Your relationship wasn’t exactly secret but you both didn’t do pda other than what could be deemed as ‘friendly’.

you didn’t post each other either but also didn’t deny any allegations in regard to your relationship or your sexuality.

The whole team knew and other than caroline you had always been another mother to them. Always having extra stuff in your purse you knew they would need and making sure they stayed hydrated and wore sunscreen.

Paige being in a relationship with you has also started adopting some of those traits where she would help you check in on everybody.

It started with just asking her to check up on one of the younger girls while you were busy or away.

a little “hey paige can you ask Kk if she still coming to the mall with me”

she’d always reply with a “yeah mama i gotchu”

and after a while you guys became everyone’s parents.

you guys bickered over what snacks to get the rest of the team when you went out. or what little souvenir you would bring back from your trips visiting family.

Especially with how close KK and Sarah got this past year. They would argue over who was the ‘favorite child’ all the time.

The four of you would often go out together and people quickly realized the family dynamic you guys all truly had.

You were responsible not wanting to stay out too late and calm for the most part while paige was loud energetic and liked annoying you for fun.

Kk and Sarah loved how unserious you were often calling you ‘the most serious unserious person ever’

and it was true in important situations you were the best and worst person to be around. You laughed at inappropriate times but you were also very logical and often had a solution to peoples problems.

You were also very easily annoyed but never got mad. Thats something everyone loved about you. No matter how annoyed or how irritated you were you never got genuinely mad at them and never yelled at people.

Unless of course it was a ref annoying you because then all bets were off.

But Sarah and Kk also liked that you could be calm with them and often came to you for advice.

You were one of the first people to hear Sarah truly laugh on the team. And one of the only people who actually enjoyed and found peace in how loud Kk could be.

And then when you all eventually officially told the rest of the team you and paige were together. It just solidified your little ‘family of four’ even more

KK was especially happy saying that she knew something was going on but just didn’t wanna ruin the vibe.

But now the 4 of you are often the ones who carpool to functions. You and paige in the front and Sarah and Kk in the back

You and paige were still carful in public with you not being officially ‘out’ to the public.

Paige didn’t mind and it wasn’t anything on your part other than just wanting to tell your family before the media.

You told you parents a couple weeks ago when you finally took Paige back home and introduced her to everyone over Winter break.

They of course laughed and said that they knew especially after you had spent thanksgiving with her family not even a month before.

So now there you both were in a stage of your relationship where you’re not saying it explicitly but your not hiding anymore either.

And that’s how you got into this situation.

It was You, Paige, Kk, and Sarah all out. We were at the mall just walking around. We had been stopped a couple times to take picture but it wasn’t too busy as it was a weekday.

You and Paige were being particularly clingy in the moment because of the fact that you had been so busy with finals lately and hadn’t had time to see her.

So there you both were. Anyone walking by could tell by the way you were clinging to her that you were in love.

Especially with the heart eyes you both kept looking at each other with.

You were latched onto Paige’s arm with your face either buried in her shoulder or looking up at her like she hung the stars.

Kk and Sarah fake gagged and said you guys were disgusting but deep down loved how in love you guys were.

That’s when you heard giggling coming from behind you both instead of gagging. At first you didn’t think anything of it both of them constantly laughing when around each other.

But then when you heard the same tiktok audio repeating over and over you slipped away from Paige and asked what had them laughing so hard.

They looked like they had been caught and quickly turned Kk’s phone off before changing the subject.

But when you got back to the dorms and saw Kk had tagged you in a tiktok you weren’t exactly surprised.

It was a 15 second video at first it just showed Kk and Sarah giggling quietly walking through a mall looking at something in front of them

Then they turned the camera and captured the way you were clinging to paige and how you leaned up to place a kiss on her jawline making her immediately turn the brightest shade of red known. And then Paige placing a kiss on the crown of your head in return and swing her arm around you and squeezing.

and the audio? the audio was the ‘mamá y papá’ repeated over and over.

the comments? insane.

different variations of ‘i knew they were together’ ‘kk hard launching for them’ ‘they’re so family coded’

you had to admit it was funny. so you laughed and reposted it.

Then had a conversation with paige about officially hard launching to which you decided you kind of needed to now.

So thanks to your honorary daughter Kk Arnold you and your girlfriend posted on instagram

it was a slideshow, it had pictures of when you first met back in 2018 up to now in 2025, with you both having the same look of adoration in every picture.

and of course with the caption ‘everyone thank kk arnold’

[letsnowtalk]

Hot Mic

Georgia Amoore

Georgia Amoore had always been a problem.

Not in the way that coaches complain about. She showed up early. She stayed late. She didn’t miss a single lift, and she ran the offense like she’d been born with the ball in her hands. No, Georgia was the kind of problem that made hearts beat too fast and thoughts derail mid-sentence. Especially your thoughts.

As the team manager for the Washington Mystics, your job was logistics. Equipment. Scheduling. Travel. No distractions. No favoritism.

You had lasted exactly four days before Georgia Amoore started flirting with you in front of the entire team.

At first it was little things: exaggerated winks, calling you “boss lady” every time she needed a new towel, tossing her sweaty jersey your way with a smirk and saying, “Careful, might be dangerous.”

Then came the real trouble. The way she’d linger a little longer than necessary by the Gatorade cooler. The way she’d lean close when asking a question she already knew the answer to. The way she called you “sweetheart” like it didn’t wreck your whole afternoon.

But you were good at pretending. Mostly.

Until the morning you found out she was going to be mic’d up for the team’s open scrimmage.

“Try not to start any scandals,” you told her dryly, passing her the tiny mic pack.

She looked at you with that slow, infuriating smile that always made your spine straighten. “No promises, manager girl.”

You rolled your eyes and turned away, missing the smug look she sent after you.

The gym was packed. Not with fans—this was a closed-door scrimmage, meant to give the media a taste and the players a stage. Cameras rolled. Reporters scribbled. And Georgia Amoore jogged onto the court with a swagger that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

You watched from your usual place at the end of the bench, clipboard in hand, pretending to focus on hydration charts when really, you were watching her.

She played loose, sharp, fast. Her passes sliced through defenders. Her shot was smooth, almost lazy in how effortless it looked. And she talked the entire time.

Some of it was on-brand Georgia “Get your hands up, come on now,” or “You really gonna leave me that open?” But then—

“Yo, is the camera picking this up?” she said mid-drill, glancing directly at one of the mics.

A couple of the other players groaned, already sensing the chaos brewing.

“Look, I just wanna say,” Georgia said, dribbling casually between her legs, “our team manager is bad as hell.”

You froze.

The court did not.

“Like, fine fine,” she continued. “Always walking around like she’s not the prettiest one in the room. Bet y’all didn’t know she’s the reason I show up early. Gotta get my daily serotonin hit.”

“Georgia!” Brittney shouted mid-laugh

She shrugged. “What? Just facts.”

You slapped your clipboard over your face, heat blooming up your neck.

“She’s gonna kill you,” Shakira muttered.

“Oh, she’s gonna pretend she’s mad,” Georgia said confidently, shooting a floater with one hand. “But later? She’ll blush and smile and act like she didn’t love it.”

You were going to murder her. With your bare hands. On camera.

After the scrimmage, you didn’t go straight to the locker room like usual. You beelined to the equipment storage room and closed the door behind you, trying to breathe through the embarrassment. Every text on your phone was blowing up with teammates, interns, friends—all saying some variation of “Georgia’s down bad af,” or “OMFG that was about YOU??”

You were trying to form a plan—how to avoid her for the next week at minimum—when the door creaked open behind you.

Georgia stepped inside, still in her practice gear, curls pinned back, sweat glistening on her temples. She grinned like she’d already won something.

“So,” she said, voice soft, teasing, “how mad are we on a scale from ‘cold shoulder’ to ‘full HR report’?”

You didn’t turn around. “You do realize you were mic’d up, right?”

“Mmm. I was told.”

“And you thought confessing your crush to a national broadcast was the move?”

“Don’t call it a crush,” she said, walking closer. “Makes it sound small.”

You finally turned. She was standing just a few feet away, arms folded, eyes locked on yours. “So what would you call it then?”

Georgia didn’t hesitate. “Obsession. Interest. Dangerous levels of admiration. Take your pick.”

You tried to scowl, but the way she was looking at you—like she meant every word—made it hard to hold onto your irritation.

“I have a job,” you said quietly. “I can’t—this could be—”

“Scandalous?” she offered, tilting her head. “Taboo? Exciting?”

You wanted to throw something at her. Preferably soft. Maybe your heart.

“I’m not some story for your next mic’d-up stunt.”

She stepped closer. “You think I’d risk this—you—for a stunt?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

She took another step. Now she was barely a foot away. Close enough that you could see the little scar near her left eyebrow, the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed.

“Come out with me,” she said softly. “Off the record. Just us. I’ll be a model citizen, I promise. No press. No stunts. Just… Georgia.”

You hesitated.

“If you ever flirt on a live mic again, I swear to God—”

“I’ll save it for the group chat,” she said instantly.

You stared at her, the sheer absurdity of her confidence short-circuiting your common sense.

“…Fine.”

The grin she gave you could have powered the arena.

You kept it quiet at first. Dinner in Georgetown. Long walks after team flights. Late-night texts that turned into long calls that turned into staying over.

Georgia was different when the cameras were off. Softer. Calmer. She’d pull you close during thunderstorms, lace her fingers through yours during lazy Sunday mornings. She didn’t always talk about basketball. Sometimes she read poetry. Sometimes she sang in the shower—badly.

But on the court, she was still Georgia.

So, when the next mic’d-up session happened a few weeks later, you made her swear not to say anything stupid.

“No flirting.”

“Define flirting.”

“Georgia.”

“Okay, okay. Nothing suggestive. PG-rated. I’m a nun.”

“You’re absolutely not a nun.”

She winked. “Just for you, baby.”

You walked away muttering to yourself—but smiling.

That scrimmage was even more electric. Georgia dropped 18 in the first half, and the camera crew was eating up her banter. She talked about spacing, coverage, post screens—and then:

“…Man, I wish y’all could see my girl’s face when I hit these shots.”

You knew she couldn’t resist.

“I mean, I got a highlight reel, but she? She’s the real MVP. Keeps this whole team running. Keeps me in check. yeah, I’m bragging.”

A pause.

“Don’t tell her I said that. Actually… do.”

You covered your eyes with your hands, shoulders shaking with laughter.

The clip went viral that night.

#GeorgiaGotGame was trending. Reporters were calling her the “WNBA’s Next Mic’d-Up Queen.” And somewhere under all the noise, was a blurry photo of you and her sharing fries at a food truck after practice—hands touching.

You thought maybe it’d die down.

It didn’t.

And when a postgame interviewer asked Georgia point-blank if she was dating the “Mystics team manager,” she looked directly into the camera and said, “Yeah. She’s mine.”

No hesitation.

No script.

Just truth.

You met her outside the locker room later that night, still buzzed from the game, from her words.

“You’re insane,” you told her.

She smiled, curling a hand around your waist like she didn’t care who saw.

“Maybe. But I’m yours.”

And you kissed her there, under the buzz of overhead lights and the flash of camera phones, not caring anymore about protocol or mic packs or whispers.

Because Georgia Amoore was a problem.

But she was your favorite one.

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[mona-risms]

How about something more angsty in the KDH Universe?

Basically it's after the movie and Rumi has a girlfriend who supports her dearly and just doesn't know about the whole situation that happened at the show revealing her girlfriend (Fem!Reader). Or at least she doesn't know how Mira and Zoey pointed their weapons at her.

Anyways Huntrix are doing concerts again till at one of the shows the light turns into this dark red and makes Mira and Zoey look like the demons who pulled her jacket off, she then gets scared and runs to her girlfriend who comforts her and maybe even helps the Huntrix to come together again?

◆ MAIN COURSE: Rumi x fem!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: N/A

◆ NOTES: I got mad confused at the ask a bit gang 😭 my bad if it's not what you wanted exactly, I took a few creative liberties 😭

I did have a think about this at some point. I THINK I might've said this before, though I'm not sure, but like realistically there's no way you can easily slide past a) seeing your two closest friends essentially expose and shame her in front of millions of people (even if they were demons in disguise) and b) having said friends point weapons at you while actually Scared of you (even if they didn't even know what was going on). That shit has GOT to be traumatising

I'd like to establish things before we get going. Okay so by the point you and Rumi have met and are happily tgt (met during their hiatus :3), the trio have talked about Rumi's half-demon thing and Celine and literally EVERYTHING that needs addressing and Takedown has officially been. Well. Taken down for Rumi's sake, most likely after a run-through of it had her spiralling a bit and Mira and Zoey actually see what happened via a recorded fancam. I say that you meet later bc idt Rumi would really keep the whole thing a secret (no more hiding, especially not from someone she cares about)

Post-movie Rumi would be much more free in terms of showing herself. No more hiding her patterns, no more secrets about who she is—that's all coming out slowly with Mira and Zoey, the fans, and especially you. Ever since the two of you have started dating, she takes EVERY possible moment to tell you what's going on with her and literally just everything. It gets to the point sometimes where you just gotta ask like it's really sweet but she doesn't need to tell you of every single thing that happens in her life!! She immediately always counters it with how she wants you to know all of her, inside AND out 🤷‍♀️ what a green flag :3c

There ARE times when she clams up on instinct, either due to pure instinct drilled into her by Celine or bc something is WAY too painful to relive through 😞. When this is the case, it's usually Extremely Bad. Exhibit A? When they go through a new song of theirs on stage and the light goes red

You will never forget the sight you saw today.

Not when you saw Rumi's face on the jumbotron the moment the stage lights bathed Mira and Zoey in crimson. Not when you heard the whimpering crack in Rumi's voice, completely uncharacteristic of her perfect vocals, when the duo turned to approach her as part of the choreography. Not when she dropped the number altogether by hugging herself and backing away from two of the people she trusted the most before running out of the stage and to you before you helped her back home.

"..Rumi?"

You see her flinch in the ball she shrunk herself into once you finally reached her room, and instead of turning around immediately like she usually did, she just curled up further into herself. You notice her hands—or rather claws now, changed unintentionally in the midst of you escorting her out—digging into her biceps, the patterns that usually emitted a soft iridescent glow now dimmed into a weakly shimmering pink-purple.

You never expected Rumi to be constantly 'on', but with this sight and the sniffles coming from her...

She looked less like a leader and more of a frightened child.

..Yet she was also still the woman you love.

"Rumi," you called out again as you slowly approached her figure, "can I sit next to you?"

Her claws add more pressure on her biceps for a brief moment, but it relents a slight bit when she nods her head tucked in her arms.

You sat down on the bed beside her and despite her current position, she still leaned into your side without fail. You take that as a cue to wrap your arm around her shoulders, letting your fingers soothe her claws by running your thumb over the knuckles.

As much as you want to know what exactly happened, you wanted this woman to go at her own pace when it comes to stuff like this—from what she's told you and from what Mira and Zoey had supplied, her upbringing wasn't particularly.. healthy for her mental state and her self-worth.

So instead, you go for a simple question: "Do you wanna talk about it?"

The two of you simply sit there, and you gaze at the city lights in the same moment she eventually lifts her head slightly, enough for her eyes to peek out, to watch the new shimmering Honmoon that you aren't able to see.

And eventually she does speak, her voice quiet yet shaky, "Maybe. It's.. ugh, I shouldn't even be freaking out like this."

"Why not?"

"Because they're sealed off. I'm freaking out about something that happened ages ago, and now I've ruined an entire concert by running out in the middle of it." Rumi groaned and buried her face back into her arms, "All thanks to some lightshow. ..Sorry, you probably think I'm being way too extra about this."

You let go of her hand to squeeze her shoulder instead, "I think you're a lot of things, and 'extra' is definitely one of them—"

She elbowed you on the side before quickly reverting back to her original position, "You ass—"

"—but right now?" You continued with a wince, though you didn't let go of her, "There's nothing extra about what's happening right now. Seeing how you mention them, I'm guessing this is from before the 'Honmoon' thing or whatever it is?"

A nod.

"Then I don't think you're being extra, I think you need someone to listen. If not me, then maybe the other girls."

"But.. they already know; it's why we scrapped the entirety of Takedown."

"Wouldn't hurt to reconvene. And I think they're equally worried about you," and you move your other hand to lower her arm slightly to look at Rumi's eyes, "if not more."

Her eyes shift, first away from you and then back to you. But eventually she starts to uncurl from her position until she's just sitting and leaning further into your body, which you instinctually wrap your arms around her more as an automatic response.

"..Could we just stay like this for now?" Her claws—now shrunk back into her normal hands—cling onto your clothes as she asked, "Just for now."

You hold her tighter and press a kiss on the crown of her head, "Yeah. For as long as you need."

When you give her enough time, she tells you EVERYTHING that happened back then, detailing exactly how she got foribly revealed in the first place—how Jinu sicced demons disguised as Mira and Zoey to tear her jacket off and reveal her number one shame, how Mira and Zoey made Rumi's number one fear come true by raising their weapons against her, even if it was just as a form of hesitant defence. Even if they've talked about it already, it doesn't necessarily erase the view, especially not under THAT light

You get her calm enough that she ends up sleeping through the emotional exhaustion a bit before you can hear Mira and Zoey coming back from the venue. These poor girls most definitely realised exactly why Rumi tweaked out but they want to make sure via asking you, but any attempt in trying to get out of Rumi's hold just has her clinging even more. And with her natural AND demon strength there is literally no hope for you in getting out. So you'll have to dismiss them until the morning, and Mira would most likely call up Bobby rq just to cancel anything they have tomorrow. Too last minute, yeah, and Bobby will definitely freak out but at the same time he understands and his girls are top priority!!

When you and Rumi wake up, her head cushioned on top of your chest where your heart beats, you find that no words were really needed.

Not when the two of you spend nearly an hour kissing and cuddling amidst the gentle morning haze, your limbs entangled together as if neither of you were meant to be separated. Or when you hold Rumi's hand as you walked out of the room.

Not when Rumi freezes at seeing Mira and Zoey for the first time after last night's incident, at the phantom feeling of her body being shed of fabric she long since no longer wore for personal protection. Or when the two girls had gasped quietly, like they hadn't expected to see their leader this morning even when they saw her last night.

Not when Zoey starts to tear up, her eyes quickly growing glassy as her body shook. Not when Mira was quick to follow as her hand slowly moved to reach out in offer. Not when Rumi's hand slipped from yours as she stumbled into their direction.

And especially not when the three of them had started to sob together once Rumi allowed herself to stumble into their arms, their hands clinging onto each other like the others'll disappear if they let go of each other even the slightest bit.

You know that later, there'll be a lot of words exchanged between the three of them. You know that later, Rumi will want her girlfriend to stay beside her as support as she spoke.

But right now, no words were needed at all.

Safe to say that red stage lights were banned from all of HUNTR/X's performances after that. And maybe someone's getting fired, depends on how extreme you wanna take it

[opiumwings]

prank'd — ning yizhuo

ning yizhuo x female reader – you receive flowers from somebody – 1105 words

you were lounging on the couch with ning, her arm wrapped lazily around you, when your eyes flicked to the camera you’d secretly set up earlier. it was your shared day off, a rare one, and ning had no clue what you were planning. that’s what made it perfect.

the doorbell rang.

you let out an exaggerated sigh as you stood up, gently lifting ning’s arm off you. she pouted, letting you go.

at the door, a deliveryman stood holding a bouquet of fresh flowers.

“for y/n?” he asked.

“that’s me.” you signed the slip, already holding back a smirk.

“they must really love you,” he added with a grin as he handed over the bouquet.

you gave him a polite smile. well, they say self-love is the best love.

as you turned around, ning was right behind you, way closer than you expected. you nearly jumped.

“who loves you?” she asked, eyes narrowing immediately.

“oh my god, babe,” you said, sniffing the flowers dramatically. “i can’t believe you got me these. they’re so pretty.”

“what?” she blinked. “i didn’t get you flowers.”

“these aren’t from you?” you asked, feigning surprise.

“no? was it from a brand or something?” she leaned in to get a better look, but you subtly angled the bouquet away from her.

“let me check the note.” you pulled out the small card you’d written yourself and smiled to sell it.

“ahh. makes sense now,” you said vaguely.

“okay, who gave them to you?” ning asked, eyebrows raised.

“it’s not that deep,” you shrugged, folding the note and tucking it behind your back.

“if it’s not a brand, then why are you hiding it?” she said, growing more suspicious.

“it wasn’t a brand,” you said calmly.

“was it one of our friends?” she tried again.

“you could say that.”

“let me see them,” ning extended her hands.

reluctantly, you handed her the bouquet. she stared at them, then looked you dead in the eyes.

“the note, y/n.”

“i told you, it’s not important.”

“if someone who isn’t your friend, family, or a company is sending you flowers,” ning said, voice tightening, “then it’s very important to me.”

you shifted slightly under ning’s gaze, clutching the note tighter in your hand. she wasn’t smiling. in fact, she looked suspicious now, her brows drawn tight and her lips pressed in a firm line.

“ning, baby,” you started slowly, like you were carefully choosing your next words, “i really don’t think it’s that serious.”

“that’s exactly what people say when it is that serious,” she said, arms now crossing as she held the bouquet loosely in one hand. “who sent you flowers?”

you turned your back to her slightly as if hiding the note again. “someone who thinks i deserve a little appreciation. that’s all.”

“oh my god,” ning said, blinking. “you’re cheating on me.”

“what?!” you nearly dropped the note from laughing, but caught yourself just in time. “i didn’t say that!”

“who is she?” ning asked dramatically, setting the flowers down on the counter. “because the only person who should be sending you romantic things is me.”

“i mean, technically you didn’t send them, so maybe you should be mad at yourself,” you teased.

“y/n,” she warned, stepping closer. “give me the note.”

“no.”

“give me the note.”

“you’re gonna be mad!”

“i’m already mad!” ning exclaimed. “so give me the damn note or i’ll—”

you bolted to the other side of the kitchen, holding the note above your head.

“we don’t have to know everything about each other.”

“is that what we’re doing now? we’re doing secrets in this relationship?” ning stared at you. 

you were laughing now, genuinely enjoying how annoyed she was getting. she chased you around the island, and you ducked and dodged her attempts to grab the note. finally, she managed to corner you near the sink, both of you breathless and panting from the chase.

“i’m not gonna force you, but this is your last chance,” she warned.

“babe, don’t you trust me?”

“not even a little bit right now.”

“that hurts.”

“you’re hiding things from me!”

“what we had… was beautiful. but maybe it’s time i opened my heart to someone else,” you sighed dramatically, 

“whoever she is, i hope she can cook, clean, and deal with your bullshit, because i’m out.”

she turned around with full intent to leave, and your eyes widened. you had to end it here.

“wait, wait!” you called, chasing after her and grabbing her wrist gently. “okay, okay. i’m sorry. i’ll show you the note.”

“you promise?” ning turned back slowly.

you nodded, pulling the tiny card from your back pocket. you handed it to her without another word and watched as she opened it slowly.

her lips moved as she read it aloud: “to the love of my life—me. from: the one who knows you best. you’re welcome. ❤️”

“you sent yourself flowers?” she asked.

“self-love, baby,” you said proudly, grinning.

“so all that was…”

“…was the prank,” you said, laughing. “and look—” you gestured subtly toward the corner of the room, “camera’s been rolling the whole time.”

“are you serious?!” she turned her head towards it, jaw dropping.

“deadass,” you said with a smile.

“you really had me thinking someone was stealing my girl,” ning said, walking over to you and lightly smacking your arm.

“i didn’t think you’d fall for it that hard!” you chuckled.

“i was so close to leaving you.”

“and that would’ve been tragic. they’re really pretty.”

“you’re ridiculous,” she said, wrapping her arms around you. “you know that, right?”

“ridiculously in love with you, yeah.”

she pulled back just enough to look at you, her expression softening. “next time you prank me, i’m breaking into your phone and changing your alarm to a recording of me screaming.”

“that actually sounds kinda hot,” you teased.

“stop talking,” she said, laughing now.

you leaned in, brushing your nose against hers. “you know i’d never let anyone else send me flowers, right?”

“i know,” she murmured, her fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “but next time, just let me send them.”

“yes ma’am.”

“good. now help me put them in a vase before you ruin your own gift,” ning grinned. 

“wait, we have to take the thumbnail,” you said. “i should leave you alone just for that,” she said, but still picked up the bouquet and stepped into frame, adjusting her hair before posing next to you.

“you wouldn’t dare,” you teased, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

“that’s what you think,” ning replied, but the smile never left her face proving your point.

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Agreed. The writing around Sabrina and Chloe is a mess. The show clearly has no idea how to handle the fact that Sabrina was as much of a bully as Chloe was or the fact that the two girls had a genuine friendship for the first three seasons even if that friendship wasn't exactly a healthy one. This has lead the writers to once again be massive hypocrites. In Derision, we're told that victim status doesn't absolve you from your actions:

Rose: Don’t be mad at [Chloe]. She's this way because her mother left her when she was young. Mylène: So did mine! And you don't see me having fun bullying Marinette.

But it's okay to forgive Sabrina for her actions because she's a victim?

Sabrina: I... want to take this time to apologize to all of you. I know I wasn't always nice to you girls, but I've changed. And if you accept me, of course, I'll be happy and proud to be your friend. Marinette: Everyone makes mistakes. Besides, you were a victim of Chloe too. You were very brave separating yourself from her.

Also, Marinette, why are you describing Sabrina's actions as "mistakes"? Derision wasn't a mistake! Nor was stealing your diary. Nor was locking Juleka in the bathroom. These were all actions that Sabrina willingly performed and it's frankly insulting to call them mistakes. This is not how you redeem a bully! It's way too easy and ignores all the very real harm that Sabrina did. It also teaches kids a terrible lesson about owning their actions imo. "I was just following orders," is a terrible excuse!

All that being said, I fully believe that Sabrina won't be a bully anymore, but it's not because we got to see her grow and change. It's because her ringleader is gone and Sabrina has always fallen in line with whoever she hung out with, so she's going to be nice now because it's what she needs to do to fit in. That isn't growth though. It's just her getting a better ringleader which will lead her to chameleon into a better person. She'll probably go back to being a mean girl if she falls in with another bad crowd which she probably will once she's in university or the work force because something drew her to Chloe and she'll probably get drawn to another Chloe down the line since Sabrina never actually worked through why she was drawn to Chloe so she has no coping mechanisms to keep her from falling down that well again. If Chloe was still in Paris, nothing would have change. Not the kind of "redemption" arc I wanted her to get.

I'm also really not a fan of Marinette welcoming her former bully so easily. As I said in the original post, after things like Derision, I no longer feel like you can bring Sabrina or Chloe onto the team. They went to far for that. The only good ending is for them to move on to a different school where they can start fresh with a blank slate. I wish more stories took that path. There are redemption options that don't involve your victims being your new best friends! If you want to redeem a bully onto the team, then you have to keep that goal in mind and tailor their bullying to that goal. When I redeem Chloe into Queen Bee, I try to keep her a petty nuance and nothing more pre-redemption so that her actions feel forgivable. If I went the Derision path, then it would feel wrong to make Marinette be friends with her. Too much bad blood for no good reason.

What do you think about Sabrina? Are you like her, dislike her or neutral?

I don't have strong feelings about Sabrina beyond a general distaste for her "redemption." Sabrina was played as way too much of a willing bully for me to absolve her of her past actions without some serious apologizing on her part. Just look at these matching smirks from the Derision flashback!

[Image Description: Chloe and Sabrina smirking evilly while plotting to hurt Marinette]

That was the episode that blamed Chloe for all of Marinette's problems while showing Sabrina doing all the actual dirty work, which is very much a running theme in this show. Most of the things that Chloe gets blamed for should see at least part of the blame going to Sabrina, too, but that's not what we get in canon. Sabrina spends multiple seasons helping Chloe torment people only to be welcomed on to team Miraculous before she even reaches her "redemption" moment (see: Penalteam). Now that Sabrina has done her one good deed, she's redeemed and is a permanent holder as a reward for that single good act, I guess?

The whole thing makes me deeply uncomfortable when I compare it to the way that the show handled Chloe. I only bring that up because, when it comes to Sabrina, I can't avoid thinking or talking about the Chloe thing because you never see Sabrina without Chloe! They're a matching set! They even have similar base stories with Chloe's parents influencing her behavior via their abuse and encouragement just like Chloe influenced Sabrina (which could have been a great discussion about abuse leading to abuse if this element of their writing had been even remotely intentional). Redeeming one and not the other invites you to make the comparison and it's unfortunately a comparison that's deeply lacking on multiple fronts.

If Chloè didn't earn a redemption - and I really don't think that she did, her redemption never truly stated - then neither did Sabrina. A sob story doesn't undo the harm that you've caused. A redemption doesn't even undo the harm! You can fully "redeem" yourself and still be rejected by those you hurt because your victims don't owe you a relationship. (Side note, this is where Chloe and Sabrina fall for me. In the early seasons, you could redeem them onto the team. Now? The writers took these two way too far to the point where they feel like totally different characters and even break early canon episodes because Marinette's treatment of them doesn't match who they supposedly always were.)

If they really wanted to redeem Sabrina, then they needed to highlight what makes her story different from Chloe's. As is, it feels massively hypocritical to welcome Sabrina onto the team after all that she's done to cause harm and after how little she's done to right that harm. At best, canon Sabrina should have just gone off to a new school to get a fresh start without Chloe. At worst, she should have become someone else's minion. Either way, she should not be treated as one of the "good guys."

Outside of that mess, Sabrina is just your standard minion character who gets minimal development, so it's hard for me to have a strong opinion on her. I think she's used well in the first few seasons, but she's still one of the characters that I'd cut or at least cut back on if I had my way with canon simply because she's not really necessary for the show to work and the cast needs to be cut down significantly. It's not that I hate her or anything like that. I just don't see why Chloe needed a minion or what Sabrina adds that another character can't.

For example, you could give Sabrina a solid character arc around developing healthy friendships and letting go of Chloe's influence, but why give that to her when you could give it to Mr. I've-never-really-had-friends-before-and-I-really-should-have-a-character-arc-around-that who also happens to have grown up with Chloe as his only friend? (That's Adrien by the way. Why go with Sabrina when you've got him unless you're using Sabrina to contrast Adrien in some way?)

[warriorheart13-blog]

Hello there✨😊

Can I request something for Marco the Phoenix x fem reader.

The reader had huge crush towards Marco. One night she got drunk and went to his room and start blabbering about how she likes marco (Marco on the other hand was smiling, enjoying the sudden confession) tomorrow morning she woke up next to marco(just them sleeping).

Thank you

One Piece Marco x Reader: That's My Girl

Thank you for the cutest request ahhhhh!! Hope this is what you were looking for!

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Yeah, who's been working so damn hard?

You got that head on overload?

Got yourself this flawless body

Achin' now from head to toe

You felt your chest tighten to where it became hard to breathe. You watched Marco fight people with ease. And it was just your luck that you had a huge crush on a fellow commander.

You couldn't pinpoint what exactly attracted you to the phoenix. You loved how smart he was, how you cared for everyones health. And his fighting skills always amazed you.

But you knew you weren't worthy of this man or his love. So you downed drink after drink. It was a party to celebrate the victory you guys had. Ace didn't help with him challenging you to a drinking contest.

After that? Everything felt super woozy. You remember Ace teasing you about your crush and you knocking him flat on his ass. You still had incredible strength even while drunk.

Ain't nothin', ain't nothin'

All my ladies 'round the world

Ain't nothin', ain't nothin'

Good girls better get bad

But you knew it was time to sleep. So you stumbled to what you thought was your room. Except a certain blonde watched you stumble in.

"Did you need something, yoi?" He asked, amused but slightly confused.

"Oye, what are ye doing in my bed, stranger? Did Ace tell you to come mock me about my crush?" You mumbled, not quite recognizing the man.

"Crush on who?"

"Marco duh! Have you seen that man? He's incredibly pretty to look at. And his fighting skills are just so cool! I think he makes my heart swoon. But it'd never work out." You said with a sigh.

"Why so?" He was very curious. He had a thing for you, but he was too stubborn to admit it.

You've been down before

You've been hurt before

You got up before

You'll be good to go, good to go

"Cuz he's on another level, and im just...ordinary. im not worth his attention." You started drunk crying. He wrapped his arms around you.

You leaned into the strangers arms (it was really Marco, but the drunk brain didn't recognize it). You yawned, ready to pass out.

"You'd be surprised at his answer, yoi. He thinks you're beautiful and wishes he wasn't a coward with his feelings." He said softly. But you didn't hear him.

You had fallen asleep. He chuckled and carried you to bed. He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"See you tomorrow pretty bird."

Destiny said it: You gotta get up and get it

Get mad independent, and do-don't you ever forget it

Got some dirt on your shoulder? Then let me brush it off for ya

If you're feeling me, put your five high, that's my girl

When you woke up hungover as hell, you sure as hell wasn't expecting to see the sleeping face of the ships doctor. You were now freaking out.

What the hell did you do last night. And where was Ace ? You sure as hell were gonna kill him for suggesting a drinking contest.

You slipped out from the bed, relieved you both were still wearing clothes. You were halfway when you heard a mumble from the bed.

"Where are you going, pretty bird? It's too early for you to leave me alone." He said amused.

"I-I... whatever i did, im so so sorry. I was drunk as hell... and Ace may die an early death..." You started just mumbling apologies and excuses while Marco just grinned and watched in delight.

"You're so cute when you ramble, yoi~" he cooed suddenly, making you freeze and stop talking.

"I-Im...im cute?!" You nearly screamed in shock.

"Yeah, it's even cuter you dont remember confessing to me. It lets me confess back to you again~"

You nearly passed out. But managed a soft confession before rushing out, blushing harder. Marco chuckled.

Later on, Marco watched you deck Ace square in the face. "Damn, that's my girl right there." He said to himself before preparing for the hotheads' arrival.

He knew he'd see you again tonight. And you knew you'd go to him again to properly confess.

Ain't nothin', ain't nothin'

Ain't nothin', put your heart and your soul in it

Ain't nothin', ain't nothin'

Ain't nothin', put your heart and your soul in it (whoa, whoa)

That's my girl (for, for)

That's my girl (for, for)

That's my girl

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[nexus-nebulae]

me as a kid: i have all these problems

every adult around me: you're not old enough to know what's wrong with you, you're fine

me as an adult: i still have all these problems

my doctors after i finally got the opportunity to choose them myself: oh my fucking god why have you never gotten help for all these problems. you should have seen me 10 years ago

[phagodyke]

ykw actually I am angry + disappointed w them. I've been pushing how I feel aside and trying to make it my own fault so it's all contained but I think theyve just been mean. and they really should know me better ik I try to pretend I don't expect more from them so I feel less hurt when they do things that upset me but we've been friends for years by this point. like come on.

[youremyonlyhope]

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[reignpage]

Your What?

In which you prank the jjk men by introducing them as your 'current boyfriend' to your friend (based on the TikTok trend)

Satoru gasps. He actually gasps. Clutches his pearls too. Lifting his blindfold off one eye, he stares down at you with a disbelieving smile. “Excuse me? ‘Current boyfriend?’ Hello?”

Innocently, you ask, “What’s wrong, Satoru?”

“Everything! Everything is wrong. What do you mean, ‘current boyfriend?’ Do you have another incredibly handsome, incredibly charming, rich and strong man lined up?” He turns to your friend, smushing a hand to your face when you try to argue, and plasters a painfully tight smile on his face. “Hi, I’m her only boyfriend. I’m her forever boyfriend, actually, so ignore her. She’s just hangry. You know how yappy she gets. Like a puppy. Here girl! Sit!”

He evades your smacks with obnoxious chortles. 

“Bad! Bad girl! 

Suguru's smile doesn’t falter. In fact, you don’t even think he registered what you said until he slips something into his conversation with your friend that has you blinking like a cartoon character with how smoothly it leaves his lips: “Yes, my current girlfriend and I will be leaving for the weekend to get a break from the noise of the city.”

You tug on his sleeve with a pout. He ignores you. And keeps ignoring you until you’re home and both walking in under a funny little silence – you regretting even trying with Suguru and him feeling pretty smug, you can imagine. 

Then, when you’re close to begging for him to forgive you, his smile widens dangerously and you find yourself being backed into a corner by his looming figure. “Did my current girlfriend learn her lesson? Hmm? Judging by your pretty smile, that’s a no. It’s alright. I’ll teach you myself.”

Choso doesn’t even register what you said. He just gives a half nod to your friend before staring off into the distance, standing like a dark cloud of grungy gloom behind you. As always, he’s in his own world, counting down the seconds until you’re done and he can have you all to himself. It’s really only minutes after you say bye to your friend and you’re both on your way that he frowns. 

“Did you call me your ‘current boyfriend?’ Why? Doesn’t that imply you’re going to have another one? Like, you’re going to break up with me? Why would you say that? Did I make you mad? Are you going to break up with me? Hey! Why would you call me your ‘current boyfriend?’”

Doesn’t stop asking for hours, even after you’ve explained it’s a prank. Really doesn’t see what’s so funny. 

Toji scoffs. He takes a gulp of his beer and pays your cheesy grin no mind. Making a mental note to not give you the satisfaction of a reaction, he just lets you yap to your friend about where you met and how long you two have been together. Truthfully, the silence only spells trouble for you. With every second that passes he comes up with another way to get it into your head that he’s too tired to play games. 

Eventually, his patience runs out and you find yourself being pulled away by a beefy arm of his. You’re pinned against the brick wall of a back alley. Toji grunts. “Current boyfriend, huh. You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do, actually. I’m the funniest.”

Scarred lip curving, he presses a kiss to your lips. “Get on your knees; you can try saying that again with a mouthful of my cock.”

Kento doesn’t blink nor falter. Instead, he greets your friend and converses like normal, asking all the right questions and charming them with his polite maturity. You’re almost disappointed with his lack of a reaction, until a firm hand of his slides across your back and lands on your hip, squeezing for comfort. It’s enough to know he heard you, you suppose.

Despite that, in the car, you question him. “You don’t care that I called you my current boyfriend, Ken? It was just a joke but still…”

“You’re not exactly wrong, my love. I am currently your boyfriend. That’s the stage before husband, no?”

“Yeah, I guess so – hey…wait! Are you going to propose? Hey! Kento, answer me!”

Sukuna stills. There’s a sudden chill in the air, one that bites at your skin like icey flames. Slowly, he turns to you, neck creaking like a supervillain with a cat. Regret fills you, so does dread. “Current…boyfriend…”

You laugh nervously, giving your friend the signal to leave. “Listen, heh, that was just a joke, okay? It’s a funny ha ha.”

“Ha. Ha.” Your neck is gripped by a large hand of his, keeping you in place so he can sneer in your face. “Do not debase me with such a flimsy label. I am your master, your lord, your great, merciful king. And you are my everything. Don’t sell yourself short with such a label. Aim for more, you pitiful little thing. Take it all.”

Confused, you don’t bother following up. His sinister tone, though spouting romantic words, leave you feeling a little restless. Indubitably, anger courses through his voice and it’s unsettling. When you see him glaring at the direction your friend ran towards, you sigh. Texting your friend to move houses won’t be enough; you’ll have to placate the moody king for a while until the momentary embarrassment is erased from his mind. Whenever that is. 

[tojbnuy]

highly requested part 2 of roommate!sukuna :) part 1 !!

cw: lol. humping, rubbing thru panties what’s the proper term for this? soft!dom sukuna he thinks he’s mean but he’s a softie, sub!reader, she’s bit of a bimbo we love her, tit fucking, feelings if you squint. MDNI.

a/n : not proofread but thank you for all the love on part one, any suggestions for the jjk roommate series are greatly appreciated :)

sukuna had been thinking about it all week. been creating an intervention in his mind about your way of living. he was putting an end to this. the past week itself was enough to finalize it for him. nearly every night you guys had sat down on the couch together to binge watch your current show. and every night you had been in your underwear and a thin tank top. sometimes he even turned the ac on so you’d feel colder and put a cardigan on. that backfired however when you were still cold and decided to seek heat from your big warm roommate. sukuna had dug his own grave because for the next one and a half hours he had your tits pressed up against his side and your ponytail draped over his arms. he could feel your hard nipples, could smell your shampoo and could see practically the entirety of your ass. safe to say he had a very long and cold shower that night while you ran along to your bed. and last night you had walked past him in the kitchen and ran your fingers up and down his back ogling his tattoos.

‘i really like your tattoos kuna’ you had said with the sweetest little smile on your face. you really had no idea what you did to him.

so tonight was the night. sukuna was gonna tell you what was on his mind. and you had presented the moment perfectly by tiptoeing into his room at 2:13am with your bunny plushy squeezed tight in your arms. sukuna was shocked to see you, he was planning to make his was to your room where he knew you were awake scrolling on your phone.

‘kuna i wanna sleep with you.’

his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. knowing you, you would talk about sex so carelessly.

‘what??’

‘i wanna sleep with you.’ your voice was all tiny and whiny and you had that same fucking adorable tone that made him want to shove you in his pocket.

but to his relief (sort of) you peeled back the blanket and climbed into his lap, curling up like all the pictures of baby deers that you showed him. you made yourself comfortable by shuffling around some, your legs were around his waist, arms dropping to your sides.

‘why can’t you sleep in your own room.’

‘because i watched a scary video and it’s too cold in my room for me to get eight hours of sleep.’

Right. well his life just got ten times harder. he thought he’d have this problem sorted yet said problem was now in his lap. there were two ways he could do this. stroke your hair and pat your back as he explained what was bothering him. or pull your hair and smack your ass. unfortunately sukuna had never been much of a nice person.

‘listen doll there’s only so much i can tolerate.’

that had your attention, he rarely ever used this tone with you so you’d clearly made him mad.

‘i need to know exactly why you have no respect for me-‘

‘what? i respect you’

‘no you don’t. if you did, you wouldn’t be treating me like i’m one of your girlfriends. running around my place in your underwear. shoving your tits in my face every goddamn second of the day. grinding your little ass on me every time you fucking sit down.’

you had no words. you never thought sukuna would call you out on your behavior.

‘what? cat got your tongue now doll?’

‘i don’t like wearing clothes! i feel more comfy with no clothes on. i’m sorry.’

okay now he wasn’t tryna make you feel bad.

‘and you shoving your tits in my face every chance you get? jumping into my lap like a cat.’

‘i just. i feel nice when im close to you.’

‘nice? nice how?’

‘i don’t know how to say it. just feels nice.’

‘you mean nice here?’ he said as his hand cupped your warm cunt. immediately you gasped and shoved your face into his chest.

‘answer me.’

‘yes.’

‘knew you had it in you.’

‘now i would ask if you want me to carry on. but id say you deserve a little punishment for the way you’ve been acting don’t you think.’

he said as he lightly massaged you through you underwear. sukuna was so mean.

tiny little whimpers left you as his thumb drew circles over your clit through your panties, his other hand harshly gripping your ass cheek.

‘no no please. please kuna.’

‘please what doll? you think you deserve anything nice after acting like that? always so desperate aren’t you.’

‘please please, it hurts.’

you were growing frantic now, grinding your hips around and chasing for any more friction other than his single thumb.

‘only cos i’m feeling nice today. but i’m not giving you anymore than this. you need to learn a lesson.’

he pressed his index and middle fingers harder against your clit rubbing frantically as you all but wept into his chest.

‘sensitive baby aren’t you?’

‘feels so good kuna’

his fingers were relentless on your pussy, but he made sure never to move your underwear out the way. it didn’t take long before you were coming in your panties, tiny sighs breathed into his neck.

‘now doll. take your shirt off for me.’

‘mm okay’ and so obediently you lifted your shirt off and threw it to the floor.

sukuna took a minute to admire you. such pretty tits that he was finally seeing in their full glory. he grabbed a fistful of each and pulled harshly at your nipples.

‘you wanted this didn’t you? s’that why they’re always in my face?’

‘no no i wasn’t trying anything.’ you said with your eyes shut firmly at the slight burn. you couldn’t deny having his hands on you had that tingly warmth growing inside you again.

‘get my dick out for me doll.’

you knew not make him repeat himself. sukuna watched as your smaller hands (those trademark pink nails) shimmied his sweats down and reached into his boxers. he was already throbbing and you gasped at the sheer size of him in your palms.

‘please will you. can you-‘

‘what you wanna get fucked? you think you deserve that?’

‘yes i do please kuna’

‘yeah well i dont, now lay down here.’

he maneuvered you onto your back and peppered small kisses along your jaw. somehow kissing you on the mouth felt slightly too intimate.

‘push your tits together for me doll.’

‘like this?’

you said with the sweetest expression on your face, your small hands pushing at your breasts.

‘just like that doll.’

then he was straddling your chest and he began to thrust himself through the small gap between your pretty tits. fast and hard cos that was the only way to do it.

‘stick your tongue out for me’

and of course you did as told. this sight was all he needed from today onwards. you with the fat of your breasts spilling out your hands. eyes slightly teary and your tongue out licking at his tip.

he was quick to come himself, moving fast so he could cum directly on your tits.

neither of you spoke as he caught his breath. he could sense your shy demeanor coming back and as mean as he was, he wasn’t like that.

‘hey doll.’ he said with a little tap to your cheek to bring your eyes to his. he left hand stroked your cheek as his other used his shirt to wipe away the mess he’d left on your chest.

‘you still wanna sleep in my bed?’

‘yes please?’

‘always so sweet aren’t you?’

he picked you up and placed you on his chest. he wasn’t much of a cuddler but you obviously were. you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck and you warm tits were squished against his own pecs. it was still quite cold so he held you close, there was a lot more for the two of you to talk about which kept his mind busy while he attempted to put you to bed.

just as he had thought you’d drifted off, your little voice spoke up.

‘kuna?’

‘yeah doll.’

‘does this mean i can still not wear clothes in the house?’

he couldn’t help but laugh at that. your biggest worry being if you’d have to wear clothes from now on.

‘nah doll your good. you can keep em off’

‘yay.’

taglist: @totallygyomeiswife @26xidk @kamospeach @desi-laila @chaestwbryz @blueemochii @wrldtups

[matt-murdockk]

Statistically Speaking

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

words: 600 words

summary: Spencer thought he was in a long-term relationship— turns out, he forgot to tell her.

warnings: none, babe. this is pure fluff <3

“Come on, man,” Derek said, arms folded as he stared Spencer down across the break room table. “You can’t just read a thousand relationship books and think that’s the same as the real thing.”

Spencer looked up from the folder in his lap, utterly unbothered. “Thirty-nine books. And they’re peer-reviewed studies. It’s not about anecdotes, it’s about data.”

Penelope leaned over her coffee, eyes sparkling. “Oh boy. He’s going full empirical. This should be good.”

“It’s not that I think I understand relationships,” Spencer continued, adjusting his glasses. “It’s just that I recognize functional dynamics when I see them. And I happen to know what one looks like.”

Derek snorted. “Yeah? Like what, The Notebook?”

“No,” Spencer said. “Like me and Y/N.”

There was a beat of silence.

Y/N, seated two chairs down with a half-drunk coffee in her hand, turned very slowly. “I’m sorry, what now?”

Spencer blinked at her like she’d asked if water was wet. “What?”

“What do you mean ‘you and me’?”

He frowned, confused. “I mean us. Our dynamic. It’s a prime example of a healthy relationship.”

Garcia dropped her muffin.

Derek leaned in like he was about to watch a car crash in slow motion. “Go on.”

Spencer tilted his head at Y/N. “You seriously didn’t know?”

She blinked. “Know what exactly?”

“That we’re in a relationship. Or— at least something adjacent to one. I assumed we were both aware of that.”

Y/N stared at him.

Spencer, sensing the disbelief, leaned back in his chair and began to list things off like he was briefing a case. “We text every night before bed. You bring me coffee the way I like it— three sugars, not stirred— almost every day, without asking. I’ve picked you up from the airport twice. You’ve stayed over at my apartment more than once, and you steal my hoodies.”

“That’s just…” She trailed off, looking helplessly at Garcia, who was frozen mid-bite.

Spencer wasn’t done.

“We hold hands when we walk across busy streets. You braid my hair when I’m stressed. I read you poetry once and you cried, which I took as a positive emotional response and not distress.”

Y/N slowly set her coffee down. “Okay.”

“I’ve memorized your Chipotle order,” Spencer added, like that sealed it.

“Okay.”

Spencer leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “We literally hold hands all the time.”

“…Okay, yeah, I see where I went wrong.”

Derek lost it.

Garcia was fanning herself with a napkin, whispering “my stars” under her breath.

Y/N looked like she was debating the moral and logistical weight of throwing herself into the nearest garbage can.

Spencer, meanwhile, just looked vaguely betrayed. “How did you not know?”

She gave him a look. “Because you never said it out loud?”

“I thought it was implied!”

Derek clapped once, loud. “Oh, I live for this.”

Garcia blinked. “Cool, so I’ve been third-wheeling a relationship that wasn’t even technically happening. Love that for me.”

Y/N turned back to Spencer, who was still trying to solve the mystery of how she missed this.

“Are you mad?” she asked.

“No,” he said, after a beat. “Just… surprised. I really thought we were on the same page.”

“Well.” She exhaled, slow and a little amused. “We are now.”

Spencer tilted his head. “Does this mean we’re officially dating?”

Y/N shrugged. “Statistically speaking?”

That got the smallest smile out of him.

“I’ll take it,” he said.

a/n: first spencer fic can i get a whoop whoop (i hope this is good, oh god)

[kiyoomiee]

part one. part two. part three. part four.

boxer!sukuna who’s been in the training room for hours now. Sweat trickled all over his body as his arms never stopped swinging.

“Sukuna, you’ve been here for more than an hour now. That punching bag will break any moment.” Toji voiced out as he walked in.

“What’s wrong with you?” He tried to ask Sukuna.

“She’s mad at me. Been ignoring me for two days now.” Sukuna dropped his arms and sulked. Fucking hell, he misses you so much.

“Ah that pretty doll? Couldn’t imagine her staying mad that long with your annoying ass.”

“She’s my pretty doll. Don’t call her that.” Sukuna grumbled at Toji but the man ignored him.

“What’d you do?”

“Her medical director was being a misogynistic ass, so I punched him on her behalf.” Sukuna smirked, remembering how gratifying it was to punch the bastard in the face.

“Heh, would’ve done the same if I was there. But didn’t it occur to you that she might not want you to fight her battles for her?”

“Why wouldn’t she? I could send that man in a hospital without even breaking a sweat.”

“That’s exactly why asshole. Besides, you’ve seen how she handles herself in her own field. So go apologize instead of breaking our goddamn equipment.”

boxer!sukuna who corners you in your office so you can’t avoid him anymore. Locking the door close and closing the blinds so nobody could interfere. He went looking for you right after finishing his shower.

“We need to talk.”

“Not here Sukuna, I’m working. And I don’t want to talk to you right now.” You can see where this was going, tears already threatened to fall in the corners of your eyes.

“No. We need to talk right now, or else I’ll go crazy-“

“You’re going crazy? You haven’t talked to me in two days Sukuna. Now you’ll stroll in here and break up with me?”

“Break up?“ What the hell?

“Can’t handle the emotional part of the relationship? I should’ve known since you’re-“

“Since I’m what?” His voice was loud and angry. It was the first time he got mad at you.

“How could I even dare to break up with you when you’re constantly in my mind? When I’m trying my best just so you could notice me? When I’d surrender at your feet if you’d only say the word? I’ve pursued you for months and waited for you to see me. Even with countless rejections, I would’ve continued to wait for the rest of my life as long as there’s no ring on your finger yet. God, my infatuation even turned into obsession.” He sounds dejected as he chuckled to himself in pity.

“Now you’re saying I’m here to break up with you? No baby, I’m here to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness. Because I’ll lose my goddamn mind if I don’t have your attention on me even in a split second. Why can’t you see it? I’m so fucking in love with you that the thought of leaving wouldn’t even cross my mind.” He continued on and sighed in agony.

“Y-You’re what?” You were stunned. It was the first time he said that three lettered word.

“I love you so fucking much. So please, I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I shouldn’t have interfered because I know you could stand up for yourself. But I can’t say I regret punching that motherfucker in the face.”

“I know you won’t, ‘kuna.”

“Fuck, don’t cry baby. I’m sorry I was an asshole.” He got on his knees and wiped the tears that fell from your eyes. You leaned into the warmth of his touch.

“Yeah but thanks to your little stunt, that man was fired and I won’t have to deal with his misogynistic comments anymore.” You just finished talking to the higher ups and the HR a while ago, they assured you that they’ll handle the case and that your medical director will be terminated immediately.

“I’m sorry too Sukuna, for avoiding and ignoring you. I should’ve reached out to you sooner.”

“No, it was my fault. I should’ve reached out. It won’t happen again baby, I promise.”

“Ryo.” You called him and caressed his face.

“Hmm?”

“I love you too.” His brain stopped functioning when he heard you say that.

“A-Are you sure? I’m not pressuring you just because I said it earlier-“ Ears turning red, he was now flustered and asked just to make sure he heard it correctly.

“I love you Ryomen Sukuna, I’m very sure.” You expressed lovingly, together with a quick peck on his lips.

“You sure know how to make me crazy for you, sweetheart.”

[cathnospam]

Ever since Deku seen you and Bakugo have sex 3 days ago that night he haven’t been able to stare at neither of you the same.

He haven’t been this jittery and defensive since he thought shoto knew about the truth of his quirk all those years ago.

Everyday during a lecture he sits a row behind you and Bakugo and all he could do is stare and noticing the small interactions you both do,

like how Bakugo lends you his pen without word, how you casually steal his water bottle to sip on, how he leans over to make an incoherent comment causing you to giggle and playfully push him,

did he whisper something sexual to you?

Deku’s mind was racing an hour a minute, he felt his freckled tan cheeks get hot when you would approach him with your doting smile to talk.

All he can see is your face when you cum from getting head.

Or when you laugh/yawn, around him his eyes target on you.

All he can hear were you moans when Bakugo slips his dick inside you. You sound so different, and cuter.

Bakugo isn’t free from Deku’s stares either, he’s a straight guy, but he is confident in his masculinity to know Bakugo is a good looking guy and he gets embarrassed seeing the vast difference between him alone with you vs in public.

Was he always like this?

The way how his eyebrows are always furrowed, even though he’s not mad.

But they’re relaxed and content when he’s laid with you, inside you.

The way how his raspy deep voice pretty much gravels when he speaks.

But it’s softer when he speaks with you.

Everything pretty much changed in his mind about you both to the point he started to add more notes about you two in his notebook.

“Y/N: Her weak spot is on her ear. She’s very clingy—-

Bakugo: Weak spot on his neck. Curses more than usual when he’s close—-“

It’s shameful, but he can’t really help himself. He swears he’ll tell you one day, but he is 95% sure Bakugo will find out and risk being the #50 ranked hero to kill him.

Especially if he found out since then he past by your door every late night to hear you both again.

Deku has been trying to avoid you since, but he’s your best friend and you have no issue figuring it out if there was something wrong with your best friend.

“Hey, Zuzu…can we talk?”

You see his eyes practically pop out of his head to your touch on his shoulder, “Y-yes! What’s up?”

You pull him to the side by the bench, “You okay? You been ignoring my text the past few days. I missed my gaming buddy.” You playfully shove his shoulder to get a chuckle out of him, but all he could do was pull out an awkward one, “You okay?”

He couldn’t tell you. Not now, he couldn’t let you know he watched you get fucked, he couldn’t tell you how turned on it made him, and he definitely could not tell you how he got off to it.

As pretty and innocent as your eyes looked right now, in the back of Deku’s mind he knew, he knew EXACTLY what you really were.

His adam’s apple bobs up and down, trying to examine your face for a moment he notices the mark on your neck, “Did you hurt yourself?”

When he points to your bruise you jump, “Dammit ‘Suki.”

“Oh, yes! I ran into a pole the other day sparring. I’m okay.”

Liar. Dirty little liar.

“Well I’m fine I just…been a little distracted.”

“Oh?” You were giggly to know the tea with your bestie, “Girl trouble?”

“What?”

“You and Ochaco. I know you both are close….having a hard time trynna ask her out?”

“N-no! Nothing like that we’re …okay . I haven’t properly asked her out even though we—-not important I was just—“

“Yo.”

For some reason Bakugo’s rugged voice made Izuku freeze in his sentence, as if the air got sucked out of his own throat.

“Here. For yesterday. Now I don’t owe you again.”

A wad of cash was placed in your hand, you jokingly fan it and smile, “well well well, looks like I’m 7,300 yen richer. Thank you.”

“Tch.” He scoffs and readjust his eyes at Deku while you put your money in your wallet, “Also, Aizawa said we have work study together, Deku. Tomorrow at 10am don’t be late and make me look bad.”

“Y-yeah. Got it.”

Bakugo noticed his cheeks blushing, it ticked him off a little seeing as he knew Deku knew about the assignment with him, and he could’ve easily zelle’d you the money back he owed you it’s just—-

He felt a little bit of jealously when he seen how close you were sitting beside Izuku.

He trusts you both completely, he knew Deku wasn’t into you and he knew you weren’t into Deku, many nights were spent between you both explaining that, and his excuse to approach you both was silly, but he couldn’t help it.

Your Blondie stared at you one last time, kind of similar to a warning glare and walked off, “He’s so silly. Anyway. What were you saying?”

“Uh….nothing actually, but maybe this weekend we can go to the arcade or something?”

“Of course, yeah totally. Just making sure you’re okay.”

After practically running off the rest of the day went by quick, he spent it in his room, pacing, writing, pacing and writing, all the way until 11pm. That’s when he heard the small patter of footsteps next door.

When Deku creaked open his door his heart began to race, there you were, in your little silk night down being pulled into Bakugo’s room. Once his door clicks his feet moved before his thoughts did and he tip toed to it, leaning his ear beside the door, he could just barely hear what you two were talking about.

“You make me jealous on purpose don’t you?”

“No, you make yourself jealous, ‘Suki, you know I only want you—-aaahh!”

Once he heard your pretty noises again he immediately ran to his room to shut the door, in a rush he quickly took down the framed posters above his bed to listen in closely against the wall, it seemed he heard you both a little more clearly now.

It wasn’t long until he began to hear your moans and whispers of Katsuki’s name, a couple comments stating he had to be up early turned into almost an hour of his headboard tapping against the wall. If he pressed his ear hard enough he was able to hear the sloshing wet paps of him fucking you.

Deku tried to imagine the position you both were in, doggy? missionary? to the side again, maybe you were on top he did hear Bakugo make a few strained noises and curses.

He felt guilty imagining it was him instead. His fist right back in his sweats like it was a few days ago, using his imagination to picture your breast bouncing inside his mouth while he suckles as you use him.

It’s wrong he knows, but everybody has their guilty pleasures though, right?

[salemwasnteverhere]

How the Hashira men react to your neighbor asking you to be quiet

Characters: Tengen, Sanemi, Rengoku, Obanai, Gyomei, Giyuu,

Additional shit: Swearing, Sanemi fighting said neighbor, Rengoku being blunt, mentions of sex, ooc mot likely :p

Tengen

He couldn't care less

His whole thing is being flashy and loud so he wants you to be loud

Like it's not his fault that dick is magical

After he shoos your neighbor away he makes sure to be as loud as possible that night

He's pounding into your cunt and you swear your gonna break when he whispers "okay now scream exactly how big my dick is. Don't forget the tip color-"

He gets cut off by you hitting him with the pillow

Way to ruin the mood

But that doesn't stop him and instead he goes harder, making sure the bed creaks loud ASF for your neighbor

"Not my fault he doesn't know how to please a woman." Is his main reason for doing so

He really wants you to scream his name so it's imbedded in your neighbors head

"Morning N/N!" Him to your neighbor from the balcony while your trying to get out of bed and failing

"Actually die." Both you and your neighbor to Tengen

Sanemi

Cares alot

Why the fuck is that limp dick biscuit talking to you and him? Who does he think he is?

You were the one who broke the news to him thankfully cause if Sanemi was the one who opened the door then you'd have to see your husband through glass in a prison

Just kidding. The Slayer corp would get him out of trouble if he didn't do it himself.

Anyways

Sanemi made it his goal to piss your neighbor off as much as possible

Your under him, practically creaming on his cock, and he's slamming the wall yelling "This loud enough yet?! Huh!?"

Not kidding I can see him doing that

He quite literally had you against a window where your neighbors could see him destroying you just to make them mad or uncomfortable, hopefully both.

But then he'd get pissed someone else would see you all naked and fucked out so he settled for the wall next to the window

One day your neighbor, finally having enough, bangs on your door yelling and guess who opens it...Sanemi!!

Good Lord was he waiting for this

It took one punch and the guy was out

Kinda what happens when you put a normal dude against a guy who kills demons for a living

Rengoku

He's a good neutral between caring and not caring

Like he doesn't wanna make your neighbors mad but he also loves hearing your screams

So he tries to keep you quiet during sex but fails since he gets to into it to give a fuck

The next days his loud ass voice wakes you up

"IM SORRY FOR MAKING INCREDIBLE LOVE TO MY WIFE!" He's not being sarcastic thats his genuine apology

Your facepalming and you want to die when you see your neighbor and she can't look at you

"PERHAPS SHES MAD BECAUSE HER HUSBAND CANNOT PLEASE HER!" Rengoku says casually and you know she can hear you from outside in her garden

"Inside voices!" You place your hands over his mouth to try and shut him up.

It works for a bit before he's yelling again

You love your husband but holy shit you wish he would speak normally sometimes

He's actually quiet in bed though

So your the problem (real)

Obanai

I'm not an Obanai fan so forgive me for how bad his section will be

Obanai is a quiet mf, and you're not even that loud

It's your neighbor who was the problem

A little old man whose hearing aids apparently had the power of 67 suns

You and Obanai found this out when he was outside training and your neighbor came over

He was so sweet and polite and even chuckled at Obanai's redness

Obanai cared at first but got over it

You? You make sure to not make a PEEP in bed

Okay that pisses Obanai off but he understands your reasons

At least make a gasp or sum cause he's over here like "Wait does this feel good? Can she feel it? Did I forget where the clit is?"

Brother is STRESSING

Then you cum and he's like "ah"

Then he's like "Did you take it?"

You have to keep yourself from murdering him cause how tf would you fake squirting

Gyomei

Babe I'm not gonna lie, you're a screamer

Gyomei is built like a house and your telling me your just gonna whine and whimper?

NO

Your over here crying and screaming into his chest, neck, the pillow, anything.

And Gyomei loves it!

He can't see your reactions so hearing and feeling them let's him know he's doing good

Gyomei isn't loud but he's not quiet

He'll grunt and moan and praise you, but he's not gonna cry out.

Well he'll cry but you can never tell from what

When the pussy so good you start crying 😭🙏

When your neighbor politely asked you to be a tad bit quieter Gyomei actually laughed

Not in a 'nah we'll keep being loud' way but more of a 'sorry we'll be quiet' way. He also found it hilarious how you actually died of embarrassment.

Don't worry he thinks its endearing

Yet it was kinda hard for him since he enjoyed hearing you

But your touches and now quieter moans made that better

And then there's also you literally drawing blood from his back you were scratching so hard

Giyuu

Holy shit you have never seen him so embarrassed

Like you could shade match his Haori to him and get the exact same color

He was the one your neighbor told and he stopped working when 'loud' and 'moaning' left their lips

If a demon doesn't kill him then his own actions will

Giyuu isn't loud, and he loves that he can make you feel so good that your loud for him.

But he didn't want your neighbor back over at your house so he tried to keep you quiet

You were super confused when he held his hand over your mouth in bed and he just pointed to your neighbors house. Then you got it.

So you nod and try to keep quiet.

You know in school when the teacher tells you and a friend to shut up but they look at you funny and you break?

Yeah that was you

You were riding Giyuu one night and you were loud so he was like "holy shit I love you but please- I can't look our neighbor in the eyes anymore."

And you couldn't help but laugh

Like howling

You calmed down obviously but sex was very giggle filled after that

You've never seen Giyuu so panicked

But give him a week and he'll stop caring