#being kicked or pulled by the hair if i make too much noise or break something

[yellowlikelemons]

i HATE!!!! being cared about i LOVE!!!! being treated like a dumb and disposable mutt

[hayakawalove]

The Perfect Present

Summary: You and Satoru think of what to get Suguru for his birthday. What do you get a man who doesn't ask for much? (It's sex)

A/N: And if you look at your calendar, you'll see that the date is February 3rd (it's not) (pretend it is). Another poly satosugu fic for the books. I'm a bit worried my presentation of reader and Gojo's relationship is coming off bad... In all the fics I have for them, their relationship has a heavy emphasis on teasing each other and just being light. I hope it doesn't seem like I don't love him as much, or that he and reader don't like each other. Comments always appreciated!

CW: Smut, Polyamory, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Rough Oral Sex, Finger Sucking, Spit Kink, Hair-pulling, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Humiliation, Dom/sub, Masturbation, Come Swallowing, Nipple Play, Creampie, Dom Suguru, Sub Reader and Gojo, Fem Reader, AFAB Reader

W/C: 4,028

Credit to Benkeibear for the banner

A low clicking sound is the only noise in your living room. You have your feet kicked up on Satoru’s lap, the heat of his laptop resting on top of your shins. 

“What about a necklace?” You break the silence, fiddling with your shirt. 

Satoru hums, backing out of yet another online store. The two of you were looking for a birthday present for Suguru, a notoriously hard task. 

It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful. He was too grateful, that was the issue. He liked everything you got him, his face always breaking into a smile even if you bought him something he already had. This year you and Satoru wanted to get something he would love. 

“This is hard.” Satoru drops his head back. 

You look up towards him. His hair was messy as he kept tugging at it as he browsed the internet. Satoru looks back down and furrows his brows, rapidly clicking his mouse. 

“This is so annoying, I keep getting adverts that are basically soft porn.” 

You lift a brow at him, admiring his face. 

“They say ads are algorithmic. Maybe stop searching up soft porn and you won’t get them.” 

Satoru scowls at you, pinching your leg. You yelp and watch as he runs his fingers through his pale hair again. 

“I don’t look that stuff up, why would I need to? I have you and Suguru, my own personal porn stars.” 

Your lips twitch in response. You rarely got embarrassed by Satoru anymore, but occasionally he would say something that left you reeling. 

And he wasn’t really wrong. You did feel like a porn star for the two men at times, ready to perform for them at any given second. 

An idea pops in your head. 

“Satoru, what if we let Suguru do whatever he wants for a day?” 

Satoru grins and backs out of the page he’s on. 

“I’m listening.” 

~~~

Your skin prickles in anticipation as your legs cramp below you. You were sitting on your knees, a dull pain beginning to take root in your muscles. The lingerie you were wearing was digging into your sides, the sensation mildly uncomfortable. You knew it was worth it though. You never wore lingerie for Suguru, so you were filled with excitement at how he would react. 

Satoru whines beside you, running his finger underneath the strap that bit into his chest. You told him he didn’t have to wear lingerie too, but he insisted. Wanted to match you, he said. 

“I’m home!” You hear Suguru’s voice call out. Butterflies fill your stomach as anxiety starts to take form in your stomach. 

You and Satoru were in your bedroom, waiting for Suguru to find you. Satoru was practically bouncing up and down in excitement. You can hear Suguru set down his backpack, before filling up a glass of water. 

What if he thought you looked stupid? 

You knew he wouldn’t, but the fear gnawed at you nonetheless. 

“Where are you guys?” Suguru asks, footsteps getting louder as he makes his way to the bedroom. 

You hold your breath as the door knob turns, revealing Suguru. His expression turns from confused to hazy as he notices what you’re wearing. 

“H-happy birthday Suguru.” You attempt to speak loudly, fingers digging into your thighs. 

“What do you think?” Satoru asks, his face lighting up in a smile. 

You notice Suguru’s fingers grip the cup tighter and you wonder for a second if the glass may shatter. 

“What do we have here?” Suguru questions, walking further into the room to set his glass down on the nightstand. 

He comes back around and stands in front of the two of you, head tilted to the side as he watches you. You feel like you’re being assessed, graded on your posture and by the stillness of your body. 

“It’s your birthday, we wanted to celebrate you.” You say meekly. 

Suguru lifts up a hand that you nuzzle into, your cheek smooshing against his palm. 

“Is that right?” He asks, lifting his other hand to caress Satoru’s face. 

Suguru leans forward to place a kiss on Satoru’s lips. The act is a bit aggressive, you’re able to see a wince form on Satoru’s face. You would think he hated the rough treatment if not for the low groan escaping his throat. 

When Suguru pulls back, Satoru’s face is tinged a dark pink. Anticipation begins to build up in your stomach, taking a physical form by leaking between your legs. Suguru turns his head to you, locking his lips against yours. He kisses you much softer, always bordering on the line of not enough. 

You wanted him to be rough with you. 

You wanted him to ruin you. 

He pulls away the second you feel your oxygen depleting. There are stars in his dark eyes, shining as his gaze flicks back and forth between you two. You can practically see his mind churning, thinking about what he wanted to do. 

Satoru’s panting beside you already and you almost feel sorry at the sad sight. It wasn’t about him tonight, but you wanted to help ease the ache between his legs. You knew he was feeling it, because you were feeling it too. 

“What am I going to do with you…” Suguru speaks under his breath. 

Satoru raises his hand, brushing it against the front of Suguru’s pants. He’s about to start unbuttoning them before Suguru grabs his wrist, fingers digging into Satoru’s pale skin. 

“I think you should ask first, don’t you?” 

The oxygen is sucked out from the air around you, and your throat immediately feels dry. Satoru is trembling beside you, probably from excitement. You couldn’t blame him. 

“Can we suck your cock?” Satoru asks. 

“I don’t think you asked politely enough. Try again.” Suguru looks unamused as he stares at Satoru.

Satoru whimpers before his hand falls limp in Suguru’s hold. 

“Can we please suck your cock, sir?” 

Suguru cracks a grin, releasing Satoru’s wrist. He’s immediately fumbling to unbuckle Suguru’s pants, the heat of the room rising. 

Satoru pulls Suguru’s pants down, eyes wide as he gazes upon the bulge. You were barely able to stay still at the sight. Satoru peels his underwear off, mouth dropping open once Suguru’s cock falls out. He places a lick at the bottom, dragging his tongue until he reaches the top. Suguru’s face remains neutral as he watches Satoru. You bite down on the inside of your cheek, scooting closer to the two. 

The heat radiating from Satoru was almost scorching your skin. When he pulls back, you’re able to see the saliva shining on Suguru’s cock in the low light. Irresistible. Satoru groans as he pushes his mouth all the way down, nose being met with a mess of curly black hair. Tonight wasn’t about you either, but you almost felt like it was. The sight of the two was almost too good to be true. 

You release a quiet whine, thighs shuffling beneath your body. You’re getting impatient now as you watch Satoru indulge himself. 

Suguru’s eye flick over to you and a coo slips from his lips. His large hand combs through the crown of your hair, the warmth of his palm seeping through your scalp. 

“I know baby, Satoru’s hogging all the fun, isn’t he?” 

Your brows furrow as your teeth dig in your lip, nodding up at Suguru. He coos once more before using his other hand, threading his fingers through Satoru’s hair and yanking him off his cock. A gasp of air is released from his mouth as he winces, following the motion of Suguru’s hand so as to not cause more pain. 

“Good pets know how to share.” Suguru scolds. 

You wait for permission as you look up at Suguru. You can practically see the hearts swimming in his eyes, but they may just be a reflection of your own. 

“Take it.” Suguru says. 

You scoot forward and wrap your lips around Suguru’s cock, Satoru’s saliva mixing with yours. It’s a filthy sight, the way you look kneeling before Suguru. Satoru’s panting beside you, hair still being pulled by Suguru. 

You allow your tongue to slide down, caressing the sensitive skin on Suguru. He shows no emotion that may tell you he’s enjoying himself, but that only makes you want to try harder. Tears leak from your eyes as you force yourself down even more, the weight of his heavy cock causing your jaw to ache. 

Suguru’s eyes are cold and calculating as he watches you. There’s a pit growing in your stomach, the urge to make him come undone stronger than anything you had ever felt before. If it was Satoru in front of you, you would be gifted with a slurry of groans and curse words. They balanced each other out, you guess. 

“You guys got all pretty for me?” Suguru asks, eyes drawn to the way your lips were wrapped around him. 

Satoru has to speak up a bit louder than normal in order to talk above the sounds of you choking on Suguru. 

“Yes sir.” Satoru plays nice, face still wincing at the pain shooting through his head. 

You can’t breathe. You aren’t sure you want to, either. The lack of oxygen is going straight to your pussy, a throbbing beginning to start. Suguru must notice the twitching of your fingers. He notices everything. 

“Satoru, you wanna be a good boy for me?” 

“Depends-“ Satoru gasps as Suguru yanks his hair tighter. 

“Why don’t you get yourselves ready?” It’s not a question even though Suguru poses it as such. 

He releases Satoru and allows him to move closer to you. You feel the ghost of a kiss against your shoulder, Satoru’s lips brushing against your exposed skin. You break out in goosebumps as you thrust your mouth over Suguru’s cock, a mix of salty precum beginning to drip down your throat. 

Satoru’s hand glides over the skin of your thighs, parting them for you. Once his fingers make contact with your clothed clit, you jump, a moan muffled around Suguru. Suguru runs his hand through your hair, soothing you as you suck his cock. 

Satoru buries his middle finger in your slit, molding the lingerie to your dripping pussy. He rubs over it several times before pulling his finger back, sliding it in his mouth before hooking the fabric, easing his finger into you. The stretch is delicious as he dives his finger inside, thrusting in twice before sliding in another finger. As he does this, he uses his other hand to wrap around his cock, rubbing it through his garments. 

The two of you are moaning, filling the room with pornographic sounds. Suguru looks entranced as he watches you two. You wanted tonight to be for him, but it was starting to feel like you and Satoru were having the most fun. Then again, you felt as though Suguru got even more pleasure watching you both, controlling when and how you were getting off. 

Satoru pulls his cock out, tugging it at the same pace he finger fucked you. Satoru’s fingers slide against your sensitive walls, fucking you even though your tight pussy was practically holding him in place. You try to stop yourself from grinding against his hand, desperate to not appear any more pathetic than you already felt. Satoru’s cock is wet and hard, the sounds of his hand sliding down nearly echoing. 

Suguru’s lips are parted as he stares down at you. Something akin to pride blooms in your chest as you look up at him. 

“Is she ready?” Suguru asks, reaching up to let his hair fall down. 

Satoru’s brows are furrowed as he groans, reaching his fingers deep inside you. You dig your nails into Suguru’s thighs, craving for more. 

Suguru pulls back, releasing your mouth from him. You’re finally able to get fresh air, your throat already sore from the rough treatment. You heave as you look up at him, completely disregarding the obscene strings of saliva connecting you to his cock. 

“You look so pretty, don’t you baby?” Suguru says, leaning over to swipe the spit from your face. 

“Y-yes sir.” The only thing on your mind is him. How can you make him feel good?

Suguru coos and helps you to your feet. It’s borderline tortuous to have Satoru’s fingers slide out of you. He also winces in disappointment, popping the fingers in his mouth. You get on your hands and knees on the bed, shoving your ass out to signal how badly you needed contact. 

You can feel the burn of Suguru’s stare on your body, and you’re trembling with excitement. His large hand comes up to graze across your sensitive flesh, eliciting a soft groan. Suguru grips your ass and spreads it, sliding his cock between you before easing himself inside your pussy. 

Satoru’s fingers did warm you up, but you weren’t so sure it was enough. Your mouth drops open and your body tenses up, pussy almost pushing him back out. 

“Hey, hey, relax baby. You gotta loosen up for me. It’s my birthday, remember?” Suguru speaks. 

You whine and try to force your muscles to comply. The action gives Suguru the ability to slip in completely. 

“Fuck.” Suguru moans, digging his fingers in your ass. 

You aren’t able to see, but Satoru is standing next to Suguru, a frown plastered on his face. 

“What’s wrong Satoru?” Suguru appeases him. 

“I, I need-“ Satoru can’t get the words out, he’s grabbing his cock as he tries to figure out how to ask for what he wants. 

Suguru pulls back slightly, before shoving myself back in. You let out a sharp gasp and drop your face into the bed. 

“Why don’t you tell me what you need?” It sounds like a trap with the way Suguru asks it, his voice sickly sweet but his eyes dark. 

Suguru grabs Satoru’s cock, rubbing it a couple times as he stares at him. He paused his movements in you, his cock completely still as it rested deep inside you. You’re close to fucking yourself on him, your anticipation gripping you like a vice. Satoru’s breathing heavily behind you, his hand holding Suguru’s arm. 

“Need more, please.” Usually Satoru would fight back, but he was a pile of mush today. He must really want it bad. 

“Such a good boy today.” 

Suguru speaks, grinning as Satoru almost doubles over. Satoru lets out a groan, thrusting his hips forward to meet Suguru’s palm. Suguru starts to fuck into you at a leisurely pace, his cock grazing your sensitive walls. You try to remind yourself that it’s his birthday, that this isn’t for you, but your patience is waning. His cock is still keeping you stuffed, nearly full to the brim, but just like Satoru you wanted more. You wanted him to bring his hips back only to slam into you so hard you couldn’t breathe. 

“Why don’t you use the front, you’ll let him do that won’t you sweetheart?” The question is aimed at you, but it’s hard to respond with your mind being clouded with need. 

“Mhm.” Your face is smashed in the bed, as you breathe deeply trying to collect yourself. 

Suguru lets go of Satoru, watching as he stumbles to the bed. When he gets on top, he sits on his knees in front of you. Suguru reaches up and laces his hand through your hair, yanking it back to expose your face to Satoru. The action is painful, a low groan falling past your lips as you try to focus on Satoru. His face is bright red above you, his leaky tip inches from your lips. Your stomach twists at the sight, he looked so fucking good. You stick out your tongue, hoping it will distract you from the desire seeping in your core. 

“I’ve neglected you, I’m sorry.” Suguru murmurs, smoothing your ass with one hand. 

He pulls back and thrusts into you hard, jolting you forward. It was exactly what you needed. Satoru takes the opportunity to slide his cock in your mouth, moaning at the warmth that coats him. It’s getting hard to breathe between Suguru slamming into you, his pace slow but forceful, and Satoru’s cock filling up every inch of your mouth. If you listen closely enough, you’re able to hear Suguru’s soft moans behind you. Satoru’s precum is salty as it slides down your tongue. Suguru’s the one who sets the pace for you, his hand still gripping your head. He controls how your mouth moves, smirking to himself when he sees Satoru’s fingers twitch. 

Each time Suguru presses into you, his cock pushes against the sensitive spot in your walls that leaves you breathless. He knew your body like the back of his hand, his touch never failing to leave you reeling. You can hardly focus on Satoru’s cock, moans spilling from your lips at the way Suguru stretches you. Your jaw aches from keeping it open, tears beginning to well up in your eyes from the pain of Satoru’s cock nudging the back of your throat. You aren’t sure how much longer he’s going to last, his whimpers filling the room as he tosses his head back, his face almost completely pink. Suguru pushes your head down at a faster pace, breathless chuckles following once he hears you struggling for air. You swirl your tongue underneath Satoru’s cock, as your head bobs along his cock. 

“Suguru…” Satoru moans not your name, but the name of the man behind you. 

The name of the man who controls the two of you like puppets, created only for his pleasure. 

“Feel good?” Suguru asks, his face briefly pinching up. 

Satoru’s stomach is flexing above you, you can see it through the expensive lingerie that donned his body. 

“So, s-so good-“ Satoru’s precum is dribbling down your throat, and you have to continuously swallow. 

“I know, she’s perfect.” Suguru voice is almost muffled in your ears, your mind swimming. “You gonna cum?” 

“Yes, need to cum, need to-“ Satoru’s voice breaks off into a loud moan. 

He’s holding back, you can tell. 

“Oh you need to? You have a lot of needs today, don't you think that’s weird if you’re celebrating my birthday?” 

Your walls clench around Suguru at the harshness of his words. You hope he won’t point it out, you aren’t sure you could handle the humiliation from him right now. You might cum on the spot. 

“Please,” Satoru sobs. 

Suguru hums, his hands full of the flesh in front of him. He kneads your ass as he talks. 

“Please, please, Suguru I’m gonna!”

Suguru’s breathing picks up behind you. He’s getting off on this. He likes knowing Satoru needs him. He likes hearing him groan his name, even though he isn’t touching him. 

“Alright, alright.” Suguru slams your head all the way down, the action nearly bruising the back of your throat. 

Satoru moans loudly, his breathing stuttering as cum begins to shoot out into your mouth. You choke at first before you regain your barings. 

“Don’t swallow.” Suguru tells you. 

Suguru pulls you off Satoru’s cock once he sees Satoru regain composure. Suguru pulls you up until his toned chest is pressing into your sweaty back. He tilts your face towards his, digging his fingers into your jaw and pressing his lips against you. The cum leaks from the corner of your lips as Suguru laps it from your mouth, desperate for a taste of Satoru. His hips stop as he kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth. His breath is heavy as it mixes with yours. 

Suguru pulls back, admiring your face before pressing down on your back, shoving you into the bed. You yelp as he starts to thrust into you again, your walls sensitive from all the constant teasing. 

“Taste so f-fucking good Satoru.” Suguru moans, holding your hips as he fucks into you. 

Suguru’s pace is steady now that he’s able to fully focus on you. He reaches his hand around and slides his fingers onto your pussy, circling your clit. You moan into the bed as he presses into you. Overwhelming, Suguru was overwhelming. 

“Satoru, get under her.” 

The two men move your body until Satoru is laying beneath you, bright blues looking up as his hand caresses your face. You whimper as you look down at him. He leans up to press his lips against yours, silencing all your sounds. You try to force your body to remain stable on your two wobbly arms, but your body was feeling useless. His tongue slides against your bottom lip, diving in the second your mouth opens. He tangles it with yours, his eyes rolling back once he tastes the remnants of his cum. Satoru slides his hand down your body, grazing against your chest. His fingers take advantage of your hardened nipples as he pinches them. Suguru breathes in a sharp breath when your pussy clenches around him. 

Each part of your body was being stimulated by the two men, your senses nearly burning out from the pleasure. Satoru pulls away, looking up at you as he continues to tease your chest. His eyes are closely monitoring each of your reactions, lips parted as he watches. 

Suguru strokes your clit, speeding up once he starts fucking you faster. Moans were falling from your lips now that you were unrestricted. You knew you were going to cum soon, and it scared you knowing that the men would be able to keep this up for endless amounts of hours. 

“Good, s-so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You sob, forcing your eyes shut. 

Suguru slams into you, groaning at the intermittent squeezing of your walls. His cock is drenched in your lust, the lubrication making it all the more easier to thrust into you. 

Satoru continues to play with your nipples, switching between sliding his thumbs over them and pinching them. He’s mesmerized as he watches your face twist in pleasure, nearly jealous that Suguru’s the one who’s balls deep inside of you. 

Suguru’s circling your clit as he feels himself get closer and closer to the edge. He wants you to cum first. 

You let out a long moan as you tighten around Suguru, so much so that it’s hard for him to continue fucking you. You cum on his cock, Satoru refusing to stop touching you. You cum so hard you nearly black out, almost afraid that your arms would give out on you, causing you to fall onto Satoru. 

“Fuck, that’s it baby, come on.” Suguru murmurs, his breathing more labored. 

He pulls his fingers away once you settle down and reaches them forward to stick into Satoru’s mouth. You get a front row seat as Satoru licks Suguru’s fingers, groaning at the taste. Once he’s finished, Suguru leans back to hold onto you. His pace is irregular, letting you know that he was close. You stare into Satoru’s eyes, maintaining eye contact. Suguru pushes into you, his hips stuttering as he starts to cum. He isn’t as noisy as Satoru, but the sounds he makes still travel to your ears, the low moaning making your body melt. Suguru stays inside you for a couple of moments, wincing when he pulls out. He admires the cum filling your hole, looking around to find something to clean you up with. Satoru brushes your hair back and slides from underneath you, appreciating your trembling figure on the bed. 

Suguru cleans you up, carefully helping you lay down. 

“I love you.” Satoru grabs Suguru’s wrist, pressing his lips against his. 

“I love you too.” Suguru says. 

You look up at the two men, your bottom lip jutting out. Satoru chuckles and Suguru’s lips spread into a soft smile. 

“I love you too.” Satoru aims towards you. 

Suguru repeats the sentiment, your cheeks hurting from how hard you’re smiling. 

The two men make their way to the bed, and instead of sandwiching you in the middle, Satoru waits until Suguru lays down before he lays on his other side. 

“Can we sing to you now?” Satoru asks. 

“Please don’t.” 

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[hitomisuzuya]

Can I have modern college AU Scaramouche x reader where they've been at their seperate homes for winter break, and now that they're both back at school they're extremely pent up? Like so down bad for the other and just straight smutty filth? 🫶🏻🫶🏻 Thank you

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Scaramouche giving and receiving. Praise. Degradation. Rough sex. College AU

This is filthy, really 😳 I'm trying to distract myself.. I may write the phone sex parts of this.

Scaramouche hated winter break. He didn't give a shit if it was the perfect excuse to be lazy and play video games for a week. He had to be away from you, and he despised it. Loathed it with every fiber of his being.

He spent long hours on the phone with you, his head resting against the headboard of his bed, his eyes closed while he fisted his cock listening to you describe how thoroughly would suck him off. Phone sex and sexting, as enjoyable as it was for him, could only do so much.

It drove him nearly insane listening to you moan while he instructed you on how to finger yourself while he described how he would eat you out until you cried, begging for him to impale you on his cock.

Scaramouche's hands and lips were demanding as he kicked the door of his dorm closed. His teeth bit at your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth and wrestling your tongue into easy submission. "I'm going to fucking ruin you," He growled, pushing you down onto your knees as he took out his cock.

Your eyes lingered on his cock before you looked up into his eyes. You were all too happy to suck him off exactly like you described on the phone. Your tongue darted out to prod at the slit, sweeping slowly over the precum already gathered at the flushed tip.

Scaramouche's hand automatically found the back of your head, rubbing his fingers affectionately against your scalp. "Fucking suck, needy slut," He groaned, his eyes rolling closed. You vibrated a moan on his cock as he pushed your mouth down.

Your throat felt heavenly convulsing around his cock as you coughed. He held your mouth down on his cock, whimpering with pent up need as his fingers tightened in your hair.

Scaramouche opened his eyes to watch his cock pump in and out of your mouth, holding your head in place. Your mouth made loud, wet noises as you sucked.

You drug air into your lungs as he pulled your mouth off of his cock, wiping your mouth with his thumb. "Over on the bed," He commanded, hastily removing his clothes.

Your bra and panties were promptly ripped off once he crawled on the bed. He smirked seeing the way you obediently spread your legs for him, your pussy wet and ready to devoured by him.

You let a gasp of pleasure as his tongue swirled around your throbbing clit. His mouth felt ravenous on your pussy, his tongue lapping hungrily like he was wolfing down his first meal in days. His lips latched greedily on your clit, making your legs shake as your hips bucked up into his mouth.

He moaned in bliss feeling your thighs close around his head, your fingernails digging into his scalp as you pushed his mouth down onto your cunt. As much as he would've liked to have made you cream hard on his tongue, he could devour your cunt as thoroughly as he described after he was finished.

Scaramouche craved to cum inside of you first. Giving your clit a few promising sucks that keened whimpers from your throat, he sat up. He didn't wipe his mouth before he kissed you, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

"Start begging, slut," He smeared precum around your clit, enjoying the way you squirmed. Your desperate moans of need were exquisite.

"Please, Scara! Fuck me dumb, I need it," You pleaded, grinding against his cock. You whined as he teased the tip of his cock at your entrance. "I..I missed you so much. You were all I could think about."

Scaramouche smirked seeing you start to fall apart before his cock was even inside of you. God, he'd missed you fucking much. He was going to enjoying breaking you, and reducing you to a dumb, cock drunk slut underneath him.

He didn't give a shit if everyone in the halls or anyone who had their dorm doors open heard you. The louder the better, that way everyone could know who was fucking you this good.

Your body shook from the pleasure of your walls stretching out to accommodate his cock as he pushed it inside of you, not giving you time to breath before he bottomed out. "Hold onto me like a good girl," He said huskily, gritting his teeth. His cock pulsed as it nudged firmly into your sweet spot, your walls squeezing perfectly around it.

You wrapped your arms around him, rocking your hips up obediently to meet his thrusts. Scaramouche draped one of your legs over his shoulder, bending it up towards your chest to give him more leeway to fuck his cock deeper inside of you.

Shameless moans tore from your throat as you tried to keep up with his intense pace. His cock squelched loudly in and out of you, his eyes trained on the white ring that formed around it.

"Please, please, please," You babbled behind your moans, pleasure gripping your body as his hips slammed satisfying against yours. His confident fingers played with and rubbed your clit, his body shuddering as your walls squeezed his cock.

"Then fucking cum, my poor, desperate whore," Scaramouche moaned, pushing down on the buldge that poked up in your stomach from how deep his was fucking his cock into you.

Pleasure burst behind your eyes as your orgasm washed over you. He felt your body melting in his hands, your release squirting onto his cock as you shook from your orgasm. It felt so good to feel you creaming hard on his cock again after a week.

Scaramouche stole your lips up another heated kiss, moaning huskily into your mouth as his cock pulsed and ribboned cum inside of you. His fingers tenderly intertwined with yours, squeezing your hands as he fucked his cum inside of you.

"That's my good girl, take it all," He praised, admiring the mess he'd made of you.

[tatsumessy]

Graduation Confessions - {Katsuki Bakugou}

“hey idiot, you going to the graduation party?” you turned around confused wondering why Bakugou was talking to you. “uh yeah I was going to go. why what’s up?” he grumbled something sticking his hands in his pockets before turning away slightly. “just wondering if ya wanted a ride or something. I only have shitty hair and kirishima in my car.” you smiled at his statement.

“if you don’t mind.” he shook his head no and you followed him outside towards his car where the other two were waiting. after some brief arguing then the conversation ending with bakugou yelling, you ended up in the passenger seat with kirishima and kaminari in the back seat. the venue was a karaoke bar with BYOB, when you arrived everyone was already one shot in and mineta was singing miley cyrus while trying to swing from the light fixture.

the only spots available were at the end of the booth next to the door so bakugou and you were forced to sit next to each other. you sat with your legs crossed while he leaned back against the booth backing and had his legs spread open ultimately squishing you between him and ojiro. both of you had gotten a drink somehow and were now just siting in silence watching everyone have fun.

“have you decided which agency you’re gonna go to?” he asked out of the blue and at first it was difficult to hear him but you understood. “yeah, edgeshot offered me a side kick position at his agency. what about you?” “I can’t become the number one hero if i’m working under some old hag who’s just going to get in my way.” you covered your mouth laughing at his response, that sounded like him and you shouldn’t have expected less.

for the most part of the night you and him talked about the future and reminiscing on the past couple years at UA. after a couple hours passed you decided that you needed air, all of your class being stuffed into a medium sized room and then constantly moving around while also being drunk generates a bunch of unwanted heat. walking outside the cold air was a relief as it blew against your skin, you leaned against one of the buildings pillars and stared up at the sky watching the scenery. the door behind you opened up with a loud creaking noise and when you turned to see who it was you saw that it was bakugou.

“let me guess. kaminari is too drunk to see reason and tried to kiss you.” he scoffed not wanting to admit that it was true. he rolled his eyes leaning against the pillar as well staring infront of him, he occasionally glanced over at you and in that moment every little detail and feature he never paid attention too became noticeable. he was staring so much you thought something was wrong with your face.

“what is it?” you asked him covering your face just in case there was some food in your teeth. “nothing.” he mumbled staring out infront of him. “damn it’s getting cold.” you say softly with a dreading expression, you also didn’t want to go back into the room just to get hot all over again. “hay bakugou…could we sit in your car for a few minutes?” “ehh? why? if you’re cold go ba-” he couldn’t finish his sentence with seeing your pouting expression, he sighed in annoyance and pulled out his keys unlocking the car.

you opened the passenger side door and got in rubbing your hands together as he turned the car on. “my gosh it just got cold all of a sudden” you say trying to break the awkward silence, “it’s been cold your dumbass just didn’t realize it. are ya still cold?” you shook your head no, you reached your hand out clasping both of your hands over his right hand feeling how warm it was. “oh my gosh is this because of your quirk…? are your hands always this warm? and…sweaty-”

you watch as the tips of his ears grow pink and you smile at him not wanting to make him uncomfortable. “sorry…” you pull your hands away your face flushed slightly as you both looked away from each other. after a few moments you decided to speak up, “i guess this is the right time to do this- I don’t know when it started but i’ve had a crush on you for as long as i can remember.” you sat there staring at the side of his face for a moment before speaking again.

“I don’t expect you to like me back…i don’t think we’ve actually had a conversation until tonight.” you sigh not seeing any reaction from him. he just stares at you with an unreadable expression, that was until his face even under the night glow brightened up from embarrassment. “you idiot.” he covered his face a bit annoyed for the way his. oft isn’t cooperating the way he wants. “don’t tell me-” “shut up you idiot!” he yelled looking away from you.

“katsuki…” you slowly slid your hand into his and without looking at you he interlocked your fingers and held your hand tightly. he looked over at you seeing the smile on your face, he rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat just pulling out his phone to keep himself distracted from the fact that he was holding his crushes hand right now. yeah it was true the both of you hadn’t really spoken much in the years of being at UA. but the small interaction that you both did have seemed to do much of the both of you were sitting in his car like blushing idiots.

after a while you both decided to go back inside, you’re walking up to the door and he pulls it open waiting for you to walk through. you stand there still holding his hand but stop pulling him back a little. he closed the door and you turned infront of him, looking up at him you gently grab his cheek and pull him down pressing a kiss on his lips. he hesitated for a moment shocked at the action but he quickly kissed back holding the back of your head as your mouth parted allowing him to deepen the kiss. your mouths molded together perfectly as he pushed you against the wall shielding your head with his hand not caring for any pain.

“katsu-” you try to speak and catch your breath but all he did was capture your lips in another fated kiss not wanting this moment to end. you knew the both of you were drinking but you thought you both had the same amount of drinks…he was definitely intoxicated which if you were in your right mind should’ve told you to stop. “katsuki-” he pulled away staring down at you. he dropped his head onto your shoulder letting out a frustrated sigh.

“you smell good.” he mumbled into your shoulder as his arms wrapped around your waist and he leaned against you not wanting to stand up straight. he was more afraid of you seeing his blushing face than your whole class coming out and catching the both of you like this. “you’re cute when you’re drunk.” “shut up idiot”

comments and and repost are appreciated lovelies

[gugugyuu]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write a short idol!beomgyu comfort fic of him js being so whipped for mc and js being fluffy after a long day schedules please? 🥹🫶

of course! this is for you:

tired - beomgyu x reader 🧸ྀི

warnings: very suggestive content, etc.

beomgyu waited in the parking lot. his cap was pulled low, hiding his messy hair.

he checked his phone for the fifth time then finally, spotted you walking towards him, a small relieved smile formed in his lips. he opened his arms, waiting.

you started running, crashing into his body then you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.

"i missed you." he said. placing kisses on top of your head.

you pulled back slightly, looking up at him. his face was clearly tired and worn out.

"baby, you look like you haven't slept in a week." you said worried, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes.

"i probably haven't." beomgyu admitted with a faint chuckle pressing a kiss on your top of your head again. then, he started to tilt his head down towards yours but you slipped out of his hold.

"not here!" you said. making your way towards the stairs. "come on!"

he sighed dramatically but beomgyu followed you. his footsteps much slower than yours.

"it's so quiet. where is everyone?" you asked, stepping inside the house.

"they're out." he said while kicking off his shoes. "it's just us."

the house felt different without the usual chaos and noise of the members. still, it was comforting though.

beomgyu made his way to the speakers and queued up a Frank Ocean song. the music filled the space as he sank onto the couch.

you layed down beside him to rest your head against his shoulder. "what do you want to eat?"

"whatever you want." he replied. his eyes were tired but the way he looked at you made your heart flutter.

"chinese?"

"that's perfect."

the food arrived quickly, the two of you sat cross-legged on the floor, eating and talking.

you shared every little detail about your week while beomgyu listened quietly. usually, he would just chime in with a small laugh or comment but he wasn't his usual talkative self.

"you're so quiet today..." you said poking at his chopsticks.

"i'm just tired." he smiled weakly setting down his food. "but i'm listening. keep talking, please? i like hearing your voice."

you studied him for a moment. admiring how handsome he looks even when he's tired.

then later that night, the two of you were in his room. you were leaning against the headboard while beomgyu's resting next to you. he looked up at you with a sleepy look while his fingers traced circles on your leg.

"you're too clingy." you said as you rolled your eyes, breaking the silence.

he chuckled softly at your sudden grumpiness. "wow, and you're mean."

you smirked but before you could banter, he shifted, balancing himself up slightly while his other hand slid over your thighs. "i know what you're doing..." he said, teasing despite the fatigue in his tone.

"oh? what am i doing?" you asked trying to sound annoyed, your heart skipping a beat.

and instead of answering, beomgyu squished your cheeks. he leaned in and started pressing a soft, slow kisses to your lips. he pulled back just enough to look at you, biting his lips while his thumb brushing against your cheeks. "i miss you..." he said between kisses that trailed from your lips to your neck, slower and lazier than usual, like he was savoring every second. "i miss this..."

his hand moved to the collar of your shirt, slightly tugging it. you placed your hand in his chest. "don't ruin my shirt."

beomgyu let out a soft laugh. "okay, i won't" he said. "just take it off for me.”

you rolled your eyes again but the smile on your face gave it away, making him chuckle at how cute and shy you are.

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[callme-holly]

I NEED A KENICKE WHERE HES WITH READER AND HES JUST BEING SUPER LOVEY DOVEY OUT OF NOWHERE IN FRONT OF FRIENDS (he’s a little tipsy) AND THE GUYS START MAKING FUN A LITTLE BIT AND ITS JS ADORABLE

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐮𝐲 [𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧- some more kenickie stuff bc y'all seem to rlly like it LMAO

The drive-in was surprisingly busy, and despite the movie being long since over, the sun dipping just below the horizon, nobody seemed in a rush to get home. You were perched on the hood of Kenickie’s car, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders as he traced lazy patterns against the fabric of your shirt. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, and you tried desperately to ignore the way his breath fanned across your skin, his lips brushing soft kisses along your jawline. 

It was becoming increasingly more difficult to focus on the conversation going on around you, and you’d instead settled for brief nods or hums whenever you deemed necessary. It was rare for him to be this affectionate; sure, he could be touchy, but that was nothing compared to this. He was being sweet and quiet, something entirely out of character for him, although you could probably chalk it up to the few beers he'd downed at some point during the movie. 

Your hand came up to thread through his hair as his lips trailed lower, and you shifted slightly, a gentle reminder of where exactly you were. He made a low, dissatisfied noise, pulling back so that his chin merely rested on your shoulder, his eyes half-lidded as he returned to the conversation, only half listening.

"What'd you say, Zuko?" He mumbles, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as everyone turns to look at the two of you, taking in your more than cosy state, Kenickie hanging off of you without a care in the world.

Danny raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. "You'd know if you were listening." His tone is teasing, and the other guys all break out into hushed snickers, elbowing each other knowingly. 

"Yeah, what's the matter, Kenickie? Can't keep your hands to yourself now?" Sonny grins, and Kenickie shoots him a glare that silences the group immediately.

"Nah, just can't stand to listen to you dorks." He pulls you closer, and you shake your head softly, batting away his hand as it begins to make its way beneath your shirt, the action causing him to huff quietly. "You're just all jealous that I can keep my girl happy." He nuzzles against your neck again, earning another round of laughs and little digs, all of which he shoots down with a sharp. "Shut your traps."

"Kenickie..." you murmur, your fingers tracing absentminded circles on his bare arm. "Be nice." The way you say it is as if you're talking to a child, a light smile playing about your lips, and his expression instantly softens into a dopey grin, leaning his forehead on yours.

"Come on, baby... I am bein' nice." There’s something in his voice that causes you to pause; the sheer adoration laced in his tone makes your breath catch and your face grow warm. He reaches up to trace your jaw gently before moving forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Let's get outta here. Please?" 

It doesn't take too much convincing for you to agree, although you don't exactly trust his driving abilities with the state he's in, but he refuses to even let you sit behind the wheel, let alone drive. So instead, you end up sitting in the passenger seat, your seat, his hand resting on your knee as the car rumbles to life, drowning out the digs from the guys about Kenickie "growing soft," the comments only earning an eyeroll from your boyfriend in response. 

"Damn idiots..." He grumbles, pulling out of the space you're parked in, purposefully kicking up dust as he goes, and you chuckle fondly.

"You love them." He glances sideways at you briefly, and although he doesn't answer you, the smile on his face says enough, and that maybe, just maybe, there is some truth behind your words. 

[bengals-ix]

Daddy • JB

Part Two

Since you’ve had your beautiful baby boy, it’s been hard to have some private 1:1 time with your man, and he makes it happen.

Warnings: smutty smut smut #sorrynotsorry, (still getting used to writing it so pls bare with me😅), Dad!Joe (🥵), it’s so fluffy that it’s sickening

Here’s the part two👀

Part One is here

His eyes turn dark and he leans in, smashing his lips to yours. He nibbles on your bottom lip and slides his tongue past your lips to tangle with yours. You moan into his mouth, as your arms around his neck, your hands going into his longer hair.

“Jump” he mumbles against your lips before quickly reattaching them. You jump and he places his hands on your ass and you wrap your legs around his hips. This time already being better than the past two.

He lays you gently on the bed, detaching your lips so he could latch onto your neck. Kissing down your neck and to the top of your shirt. He comes back up to your lips, smirking against them.

“You have too much on, baby” he murmurs into your lips.

“Care to help me out?” You ask and he grins.

“Gladly”

He grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it up and over your head and throws it across the room. He looks down at your chest and moans lowly.

“Much better” he leans back down and presses hot, open kisses on both of your breasts.

“If I could have you naked all the time, life would officially be perfect” he says, looking up at you through those beautiful eyelashes.

You let out a shaky breath, his words making you feel loved, even after your little breakdown you had earlier. He makes you feel sexy, he makes you feel like a hot mom, despite the way you have been personally feeling.

He makes his way down your body, kissing down your tummy and smiling up at you. God, he is everything.

He slips off your panties and practically drools. He slips your legs over his shoulders and kissing the inside of your thighs delicately, like he will break you if he is any more rough with you.

“Please” you whisper.

“I got you, baby” he says before licking a nice stripe up your slit.

“Oh shit” you gasp, gripping the sheets sheets below you.

“I want you to watch me devour you” his voice low and raspy catches your attention as you sit up enough to lean back on your elbows, your eyes meeting his now dark blue ones.

He repeats the same motion and you bite your lip excessively hard. God, this was your favorite view, one that could make you let go just by looking at him between your thighs.

He smirks before getting to work, flicking his tongue over and over and over again against your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you couldn’t help but throw your head back.

You missed this a little too much.

“Eyes on me, Mama” he stops and you about come right there.

Mama

You lift your head back up and look at him, you’re already out of breath and he’s barely done anything but you were about to go over the edge.

He continues his attack, his tongue continuing the same motions when he takes you by surprise by sucking harshly on your clit, the noises becoming too much to bare. Your hips come off the mattress, just to be pushed back down by Joe’s arm. You grip onto his hair with one hand and his forearm that laid across your lower tummy with the other.

“Joe, I’m not gonna last long” you whimper.

“That’s okay” he says before slipping a finger into you, getting you off in a heavenly way with his fingers and tongue.

“Oh my god! Fuck Joey!” You cry out, your back arching as you release all over his face and onto the sheets, moaning Joe’s name multiple times. Woah, it’s been awhile since you’ve done that.

Joe cleans you up with his tongue, your body jumping every time, the over sensitivity kicking in.

He comes back up, attaching his lips to yours, your wetness still coating his chin and once again slipping his tongue into your mouth where you can taste yourself on him. You couldn’t help but moan against him. He’s so hot.

“It’s nice to know I can still make you do that” he murmurs against your lips.

“It’s clearly not very hard to do. You make it look easy” you sigh, trying to catch your breath.

“I’m just that good” he smirks and you roll your eyes.

“Your turn” you smile, reaching down and gripping onto his cock.

“As much as I want that, I want to be inside you even more, it’s killing me” he says and you raise your brows at him.

“I won’t say no to that” you lock your lips with his as he gets in position and slowly slides through your plush folds.

Your eyes screw shut and you gasp against his lips. This kind of freaked Joe out so he stopped, pulling his face away from yours.

“Am I hurting you?” He asks, his voice concerned, the worry lines on his forehead making an appearance.

Did it hurt? Him stretching you out after awhile? Maybe a little, but it only came with a sharp feeling of pleasure right after and you couldn’t get enough of it. Enough of him.

“No, you feel so good, Joey” you whimper, reaching down to his ample ass and pushing him deeper into you, causing you to let out a borderline pornographic moan.

“I’ve missed you so much” he breathes out, his head dropping to your shoulder as he continues slowly thrusting into you.

“I’ve missed you more” you murmur into his neck; wrapping your arms around his neck, letting one of your hands go into his hair.

As much as you love this, him doing all the work and enjoying the feel of you, and you feeling every vein on his cock, you roll the two of you over to where you were on top of him, straddling his delicious hips.

“Oh?”

You sink down onto him and you both moan embarrassingly loud, both of you feeling him bottoming out.

“Oh fuck” he groans, grabbing your hips.

You start rolling your hips back and forth, side to side. He grips your hips tightly, helping you move. You felt every part of him, every vein, every dip, everything and it was so good.

“You are fucking unreal” he says, his mouth falling open and throwing his head back.

“Look at me while I ride you, Daddy” you smirk down at him, trying to suppress a moan at the way he look’s below you.

His head shoots up and his eyes wide as you continue to roll your hips against his.

You have never used the term, “Daddy” until you know, he became one. You decided to use reverse psychology when he used “Mama” earlier, since it got such a rise out of you. And it seems to have gotten a rise out of him, literally. His eyes go darker, if that was even possible and you feel him get painfully harder inside of you.

You roll your hips extra hard and you both curse. The feeling of you two connected like a puzzle piece becoming too much in all of the right ways.

He lifts your hips up and he pulls out of you which causes you to look at him confused. He grabs the back of your neck and brings your lips to his, you bare chest against his and his hand in your hair. As your lips lock, he slams back into you, quickly and repeatedly.

“Oh shit” you whine into his mouth.

“Fuck baby” he groans, “I’m not going to last very long”

“Me neither, oh god-“

You bounce back onto him to help speed up the process. With a couple more thrusts, you both loudly spill over the edge, him giving one last delicious thrust up into you, moaning each other’s names and both of you in a state of ecstasy.

He slips out of you, but he keeps your limp body on top of him, enjoying holding you.

“Now that one had to be top 3” he says and you giggle into his neck.

“Oh for sure” you agree.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like I didn’t want you this way, that couldn’t be farther from the truth” his fingers running up and down your back with one hand, his other holding onto your waist.

“It wasn’t you, Joe. It was me and my own screwed up way of thinking” you sigh, nuzzling your face more into his neck.

“It’s not screwed up. I know you’ve been feeling a certain way about yourself this whole pregnancy and even now that you’ve had him. I’m going to do everything in my power to make you feel beautiful again, so you can see yourself how I see you”

You pull your face out of his neck and look at him. You couldn’t help but smile with tears in your eyes. He cares so much about you and you don’t ever realize how much.

“I love you so much” you bump your nose against his and he smiles.

“I love you more” he winks and kisses you lovingly, rolling you both over to where he is slightly hovering over you.

“Want to go again?” He smirks and you laugh.

“You are incorrigible, Joseph Lee” you giggle, “but yeah, I do”

He chuckles and reattaches his lips to yours sliding his hand down your side, and down to your ass, squeezing it generously.

Just as you two were about to have your way with each other again, little cries could be heard on the baby monitor. You both smile against each other’s lips and he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Well, we got farther than I thought we would” he chuckles and you smile.

“A solid round and a half” you giggle and he sighs.

“We’re finishing this tomorrow night” he pecks your lips sweetly.

“I’ll be ready” you wink and go to get up when he gently pushes you back down.

“No, I’ll get him” he says, continuing to press loving kisses to your lips, over and over.

“If I can stop kissing you then I will” he chuckles against your lips and you could help but giggle as he continues to kiss you a couple more times before pressing one last kiss to your cheek.

He gets up and throws his shorts back on over that perfect butt before heading to the nursery.

You stare up at the ceiling as you hear Joe’s little coo’s to your baby boy on the monitor. How did you get so lucky to have two boys completely take over your life, your heart, your soul?

You couldn’t help but get teary eyed just thinking about them both and hearing them talk to each other through the monitor.

You get up and throw Joe’s shirt back on and walk to the nursery to see Joe and your baby in the rocking chair, talking away to each other. Your heart soared.

“Come here, Mama” Joe smiles over at you.

You smile back and walk over to your boys where Joe motions for you to sit on his lap to which you do, gladly.

You and Joe sat there watching your now wide awake baby boy, enjoying each other’s presence and realizing that nothing could get better than having these two boys that you love so much that it hurts.

[iinsertblognamee]

my big protector

summary ― you take a fall on the field, Sam teaches the girl not to mess with you again

pairing ― sam kerr x reader

warning/s ― character injury, angst

based off this request

Sixty-two minutes into the game, neither team had scored yet - and everyone on the field could feel the tension. Sam had missed two goals and you could tell that she was frustrated with herself for it. 

The girls continued to play, the sense of urgency to score something was growing - the crowd still cheering you guys on any time you guys had possession of the ball. Ellie had managed to steal the ball off the other side, kicking it straight to you as you started to run. The ball hit your shin as you attempted to control the ball. You could hear the sounds of an opponent coming your way and quickly kicked the ball back to Ellie. 

A hit from your back was enough to slam you into the ground, the wind knocked out of your lungs as you taste grass in your mouth. You attempt to move off the ground but a sudden wave of pain flashes through your body - the grass now blurry and mixed with red. 

You don’t hear your teammates coming around you, everything sounding as if you were underwater but you do feel a hand on your back attempting to sooth you down. Not able to do much, the person helps you to turn over onto your back; the sudden lights from the stadium make everything a hundred times worse as you close your eyes and groan. 

You manage to make out some noise, blinking your eyes over and over again to gain focus again. You make out a few bodies and instantly knew that one of them was Sam. 

She was pushing herself through the crowd that had surrounded you. Making her way next to you as she pushes away some hair that was stuck to your face by blood and sweat. The medic arrived not long after - your head pounding as they ask question after question that you can’t get yourself to answer. The stress on the medic’s face as you kept answering ‘I don’t know’ told you enough that you weren’t playing the rest of the game. 

The grip of Sam’s embrace grounded you, as she rubbed her hand up and down your arm, ensuring you it was okay and to take deep breaths. The medic and Sam had some sort of conversation that you couldn’t get yourself to listen into - although you know they come to some sort of agreement when suddenly Sam is back in your ear. Telling you that on the count of three, they were going to help her up. 

You feel the movement, enough for you to get up before your knees buckled below you, both the medic and Sam gripping onto you tighter to keep you up. You hear the ‘good luck’ of your teammates as the three of you slowly make it off the field. 

Your vision picked up just slightly, as you walked past the girl who slammed into you, a small smirk on her face. Sam notices it too, her grip tightens around your arm as your head falls back to land on her shoulder. 

The second you were off the field, Sam was pushed away with the rest of the medic team surrounding you. Through the crowd you could make out Sam, watching you helplessly before Tony came up to her. You didn’t catch what happened next but soon enough another roar of cheers erupted in the stadium as Sam made her way back on the field. 

It would have been no more than five minutes before a loud roar of yells filtered through the stadium, whistles going off. You had just been finished getting bandaged up as you look over to the field to see two girls gripping onto each other shirts, their faces practically touching. 

The rest of the girls on the field start running to break up the fight, pulling the two apart - Macca slamming the opponent into the ground before dragging our player away. It wasn’t until the crowd in the middle of the field had broken apart did you realise your girlfriend was the one being dragged away. 

Her arms up in the air - you could see she was yelling at Mac but about what you didn’t know. Tony was screaming at the girls to calm down but your attention was purely on Sam, the way her hands were shaking as she took deep breaths. 

You watch as the refs ask players what had happened, replays of it on the screen. You watch as the opponent who slammed into you says something in Sam’s ear before laughing. You can see the change in Sam’s eyes, as she clenches her fists and starts to walk away before the player makes a second comment. 

It happens in a second, but suddenly Sam is slamming into her, her fists gripping the other girl's shirt, yelling in her face. You have never seen Sam so angry before, yelling over and over again in this girl’s face. 

You watch as the ref gives both Sam and the other player a red card - boo’s fill the area, as you watch Sam shake her head making her way off the field. You can hear Tony losing his shit, as she gets closer and closer. Asking her what the hell happened but she just shrugs her shoulders, walking past and straight to me. 

As much as you wanted to pull her into a hug right now, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of frustration towards her too. She has never lost it like that before. 

“What the hell was that?” you bite out, tilting your head as you watch her take a seat next to you. Chugging some water before closing her eyes and letting out a deep breath. 

“Nothing” she snaps out, her hands now running through her hair as she watched the gameplay on. 

“That wasn’t nothing Sam. You attacked a player and got yourself kicked off the field. What the hell were you thinking” 

“She said something she shouldn’t have said,” she said, not attempting to evaluate any further. You shook your head in disbelief, letting out a scoff that got her attention as she turned to look at you. You kept your gaze on the field, too angry to even look at her right now. 

“What?” you can hear the attitude in her voice, as she continues to stare at you. 

“This is is the world cup, Sam, you can’t just lose your cool on someone because you didn’t like what they had to say”, you grab the bottle out of her hand, and take a sip. Your head starts to hurt again, as you blink your eyes a couple of times. You feel Sam place her hand on your knee, feeling her gaze on your face as you take a couple of deep breaths to help clear your vision once again. 

Turning to look at her once more, stress lines filling her face, her eyes looking over all yours to find any sort of discomfort. 

“Sammy, you need to tell me what happened. I’ve never seen you lose control like that before”. 

You watch as she closes her eyes, bringing her forehead to yours, but making sure to mind the bandage around your eyebrow. 

“She was talking about you” 

“Sammy-” 

“-She was saying shit about you and your fall. And I just saw red okay. I don’t know what happened. I was walking away from her but she just kept poking and suddenly I was in her face. I mean I was scared shitless when you fell - when you didn’t get up. And watching her just walk away from that, not even a scratch and then talk shit about you? I couldn’t let that happen. I love you too much to let that happen”. You could see the tears well up in her eyes, as you bring her to the crook of your neck. You feel as she takes two deep breaths before planting a kiss on your neck.  

You feel her mumble something into your neck, but can’t understand a word of it. You don’t push her though, running your hands through her hair as you feel her breaths even out. 

You wait for her to pull away, her eyes red but dry as she rubs them. Your hand now resting in her lap holding onto hers. 

“I’m not sorry” she admits, with no sense of sympathy in her eyes - if anything you see the fire come back. “I know that I shouldn’t have done it but I'm not sorry I did. Maybe that will teach her next time to stay the fuck away from you”. 

You know now isn’t the right time to have that conversation, so you just nod your head - bringing your lips to hers as you feel her relax under your touch. You knew when the game finished Tony would be asking questions, and you knew this was about to blow up in both your faces but for right now you allowed yourself to hold your girlfriend - and allow yourself to forget about everything that had just happened. 

[lookingfts]

I couldn't resist, here's a part 2 to the glasses drabble.

Don’t take them off. She’s on her back on her mattress, Anthony tucked between her thighs, his hair mussed from how desperately they had kissed on the way into her flat. Kate wants to keep her calm, wants to get off and kick him out before he can say something to ruin it, but her skin is on fire and she’s so slick, embarrassingly so, knows it from the way Anthony’s jaw drops a little.

Don’t worry, he says in a throaty voice that makes her shudder. I want to see you.

The glasses bump against her thigh as he licks into her and it really should not be so fucking hot but she drags her nails against his scalp as her other hand clutches at the headboard. And he’s good, fuck he’s good, taking her apart with his tongue and his fingers and his moans like he’s the one being pleasured. His noises are obscene and should be illegal, and she’s never been with anyone nearly as vocal, wonders if he’s always this loud or if it’s just her.

And oh, that’s dangerous. To think that maybe she’s special.

Better not to think. Better to throw herself into the sensations as he works her open and sucks her clit and tells her to come and she does, all over his face, entirely powerless but to obey.

He kisses his way back up her body, leaving traces of her arousal everywhere in the shape of his mouth, until he meets her lips again and gives her a taste. Kate feels delirious. Far from curing her desire, falling into bed with Anthony is only serving to make the craving a thousand times more intense.

Kate, we don’t have to-

Don’t stop, she urges, sounding too needy to her own ears. It’s too much, I can’t-.

Anthony shushes her, and it should sound patronizing but it helps her breathe. I know. I know, I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Just let me-

She can’t look away as he slides into her, hot and thick, his eyes wide behind the glasses like this is a revelation for him, too. The voice that tells her you’re not special gets a little quieter, diminished by the sheer awe in his expression. Surely he doesn’t treat every sexual encounter like it’s something sacred.

As it turns out, she’s not wrong. It’s the best shag of her life by an unfortunate margin, even with the slight fumbling to learn each other’s bodies, even with the trial and error as Anthony searches for the spots that make her gasp, sigh, moan, cry out. He finds them all, and a few she didn’t even know existed.

The only thing she can really do in return is clutch at his shoulders, his back, his arse and kiss him sloppily. He fucks her harder when she whimpers his name, and she does it again and again until her throat is raw.

Kate comes once, twice, before Anthony buries his face in her neck and groans. His glasses finally fall off, lost in the sheets, as he empties himself into the condom.

Neither of them says anything for a few long moments. Anthony gently withdraws from her and fixes his glasses, laying on his side and propping his head on his hand. The other strokes her side in aimless patterns, goosebumps breaking out across her skin at his feathering touch.

Fuck, she has no idea what to say. Thanks for the incredible sex, see you at brunch next month and we’ll pretend like this never happened? Try not to judge me for my taste in men?

“I can hear you thinking,” he says finally, his hand going flat over her stomach. It’s telling, she thinks, that she doesn’t rush to cover herself up. That she allows him this small intimacy.

“Yeah?” Kate says a little snarkily, her head still spinning. “What am I thinking?”

Anthony sighs, looking at her seriously. “You’re wondering if this was a moment of insanity.”

She snorts derisively. “No, it was definitely that.”

With a grip on her waist, he rolls her to the side and kisses her. For all that they’re naked, it’s not sexual. It’s slow, deliberate, like he’s trying to make a point. “Every moment since I met you has been a moment of insanity,” he says when he pulls away. “I wasn’t kidding, Kate. I would wear these glasses every damn day if it would just- if it made you want me.”

Kate doesn’t know what to do with that. They tease and they dig and they flirt in their own fucked up way, but Anthony sounds tired and earnest and she realizes there’s no going back to what they were. He doesn’t want to do it anymore.

Does she?

“Want you how?” she asks quietly, forcing herself to look at him. They’re adults – they might not always act like it, but he deserves an honest conversation. “What do you want from me?”

His eyes roam her face, and the corner of his mouth ticks up a little. “Sometimes I think you’re purposefully dense,” Anthony says, and it’s almost familiar, him winding her up. She braces herself for him to say – she doesn’t even know anymore. She feels entirely adrift, at the mercy of his next words. “I want you, Kate. Only you. Haven’t you noticed there hasn’t been anyone else in the last eight months?”

Kate wracks her brain, trying to think of the last time she actually saw Anthony flirting with another woman. All she can recall is his attention on her – his eyes on her across a crowded room; his hands on her hips as he asks her to dance with him; his gleeful teasing, like a boy trying to get a rise out of her on the playground.

She wonders what, exactly, she’s been running away from all this time.

Anthony kisses her again, a little more heated, and rolls her onto her back as he settles between her thighs. She goes willingly as he urges her arms up by her head and intertwines their fingers, hovering over her. Kate feels so overwhelmed by the weight of his body, the warmth of his breath, those fucking glasses.

“Give me a chance,” he murmurs, bumping her jaw with his nose as she melts beneath him. “I want you in my bed, Kate. I want to make you feel good. Every night. I want to take you to dinner and call you my girlfriend. I want all of you, all the fucking time. Say yes.”

He’s not playing fair – she’s so wet, so desperate for him that she’s liable to agree to anything. Maybe he knows that. He does seem to know her better than she’s ever been willing to admit.

“On one condition,” Kate says breathlessly, and Anthony lifts his head to meet her eyes, nodding. “You don’t have to wear the glasses every day, but I do insist on them at least once a week.”

His answering grin is bright and broad, and holy fucking shit is he handsome when he smiles. “I knew it was the glasses,” he says, right back to being smug. He’ll be even more unbearable now.

“It was the glasses,” she agrees, dropping her voice seductively. “I was on the fence about whether I was attracted to you, but the glasses just really sent you over-.”

Anthony tackles her into the mattress, kissing her firmly as she laughs against his mouth, and the sudden lightness in Kate’s chest tells her that she has nothing to regret.

[narcjsistx]

— 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 | Reo Mikage

words: 4.9k (4964) ; fluff / angst

plot: dreams that always seemed achievable don't always remain so. pro!player Reo Mikage, adult AU. mention of death, guns, suicide (not described and not heavy to read)

The air is tense, the whole stadium doesn't even dare to breathe. The few who speak do so to pray, pray that that damned goal enters the net and thus marks the team's victory. The most audible noise is that of football boots running on the green lawn, and of the hits the ball receives in the shooting area. Everyone trembles, even the security or cleaning workers who stopped only to witness the possible victory or defeat

The ball flies into the air, a member of the enemy team tries to catch it but it is promptly passed back by a teammate. Even the smallest second counts in matters like these, so all enemy defenders try to regain possession of the ball as quickly as possible. It's a matter of less than a second when someone emerges from midfield, shoes tightly tightened and a blue uniform dressed with honour

With a sharp kick, the ball ends up in the net without even giving the goalkeeper the chance to realize which direction it is coming from

The stadium explodes, the screams become even too loud for the human ear to bear. The winning team cries, everyone throws themselves on the person who kicked the winning goal: Reo Mikage, Japan striker and soon to be your future husband

You join in the screams, and the tears you had contained until then pour out like a raging river. Sitting in the stands dedicated to the players' families, you hug the jacket with the visible writing "Mikage #1 Fan" that you had taken off due to the heat. You look up at the field again and find your boyfriend's soft eyes staring at you: he looks at you in a special way, but with a look that is much more proud than any other time. His irises scream "Did you see? You're happy? Are you proud?" and you can't help but let out a nervous laugh as you wipe away your tears

From the large screen placed in front of you, Reo's goal is broadcast again, and immediately afterwards, a recording of your reaction is accompanied. You die of embarrassment, but after years of being his girlfriend you're used to things like this. While the cameras are still filming you and the screams are continuing, you come down from the stands quickly putting on your jacket; you jump the steps that separate you from the pitch and even before you get close to the net you find yourself in the arms of Reo, who has escaped from his teammates to run to you

You hold him tightly to you, while he surrounds your waist with his body now all wet with sweat. The purple hair plastered to his forehead and his still slightly short breath make him so damn cute that you're surprised not to find any small or hidden imperfections in him. Even after being engaded to him for 10 years, every day you fall in love with Reo Mikage again

"You were very good" you whisper, remaining hugged to him, feeling his body trembling with emotion "Really very good" you say, breaking away from his embrace, while he holds you close to him, placing his hands on your hips. You dry your tears laughing, but he moves your hand away and with a thumb he wipes away the last tears at the edge of your eyes "It's thanks to you. Knowing that you were here only gave me determination" he says, wiping away the last tear, to then place a sweet kiss on your forehead

"REOOOOOO" shouts one of his teammates, who motions for him to come to the center of the field where they are opening some sparkling wines. You laugh at the emotional faces of his colleagues, however you notice a bit of dissent on his face "What's bothering you now?" you ask, and he pulls you into another hug "I want to stay here with you" he sighs, and even though you want this too, you know he has to celebrate because he won a really important match "Don't worry. I'll wait for you here" you say caressing him sweaty hair, and even though he doesn't seem to agree, he accepts. You break away from the hug, but before you can even turn around he pulls you by the wrist and, placing his hand halfway down your back, kisses you. The stadium erupts into another roar, and the image of the hottest couple of the moment is broadcast on the arena's big screen

You place your free hands on his cheeks, smiling as he presses his lips to yours. He breaks away shortly after and without saying a word, he runs away with his teammate. You remain enchanted by the kiss for a few more seconds, but you immediately compose yourself, and with a feeling of lightness, you step aside a little. You enjoy his happiness from afar, the emotion that lives in him as he lifts the cup while he is at the center of his team, who celebrate him like never before. Today's match was particularly complicated, fortunately ending with a 6-5 after almost the entire second half of the game was characterized by yellow cards. Today's match brings home an old trophy that Japan hadn't won for 27 years, but thanks to your boyfriend, can once again say it's Japanese property

The players enjoy moments of happiness after 90 minutes, including 2 extra minutes, of pure agony. Immediately someone is picked up by journalists for the usual interviews, but a large part rushes towards Reo with microphones and cameras ready to record his words. You understand that at the moment you can't be with him because he will surely have to have some interviews, so you decide to take his bag from the side of the field and stand at the end of the crowd of journalists, who otherwise will crush you

"Anxious?" asks a voice you recognize well "Enough. You? You just won a game, Nagi" you say turning, where you find your boyfriend's best friend, who seems to have escaped from the journalists "Nothing overly exciting. I just sweated more than expected" he says doing a few close to you, taking Mikage's bag "I'll bring it to him when we go to the locker room, don't worry" he says, knowing you can't say no "Thank you, and above all... you were very good too" you say crossing arms, finally with free hands. The boy shrugs, then continues straight where a line of journalists begins to follow him. You giggle at the scene, and before you can notice, Reo steps forward into the crowd of reporters only to pull you by the wrist and make you come with him “What do you want to do?” you ask entering the crowd of people, who however let you pass quite a bit "My wife can participate in the interviews, right?" he says giving you a determined look, and your heart skips a beat at that moment

Reo had proposed to you about six months ago, and at the end of this month, you would have become husband and wife. You had been together since he was 19 and you were 18, having met thanks to Ego's strange experiment: you worked as Anri's assistant, and more than a few times you had happened to sneak from the control room to some training camp. You once came across a former teammate of his in training, who, seeing a woman after months of "prisoner" inside the Blue Lock, had had a rather excessive reaction. Hearing your screams as you ran into the training field while escaping from the boy who proclaimed a kiss, someone had decided to check what was happening: that someone was Reo

Reo had more or less calmed down his teammate, giving you the option to lock yourself in one of the locker rooms for protection. Once the boy left, Mikage came to the locker room to check on your condition and, despite knowing that it was not legal for you to be there, he asked Anri and Ego to have you checked by a doctor to make sure that you were okay. That was your first meeting 11 years ago, and throughout his stay at the Blue Lock facility, you communicated through letters you hid in the cafeteria. Knowing that you certainly couldn't meet him, you had hidden a letter of thanks in the tray that you knew would end up with him. A few days later, while cleaning the cafeteria under Anri's orders, you found a reply letter from him, hidden in the empty rice bowl. You had sent a letter again, hiding it in the tray, and he had replied to you again. This has been your method of communication for over two years, until his exit by elimination

From the first letter, you had started rooting for him in every match, and maybe for you it was even love at first sight. Reo was one of the last to leave the Blue Lock, but he was practically immediately taken into an equally strong Japan team, and then with a bit of luck, he still managed to join the official Japan team at the end. As soon as he left the facility, you introduced yourself to him, and after not even a few months of knowing each other, he was actually the one who asked you to be his girlfriend. You had been together for 10 years now and every day you were grateful that you had the chance to be with such a fabulous guy. You had met his parents almost immediately, and you were quite surprised to find out about his family's heritage, which Reo didn't show off out

Together, you arrive in front of the journalist's cameras, who welcomes both of you with a light smile. "What were we saying?" says the boy, holding you close, putting his arm around your shoulders "Oh, we were talking about the match. The goal was decisive for the team's victory, and the fact that it was scored by you, who at the moment is one of the most loved and followed, it makes the fans crazy about you" says the man holding the microphone "Even for me it is unthinkable to have made the winning move for such an important match, but I had already thought of having to do it today to dedicate it to her. The goal is for Japan, but above all for my wife" he says in one breath, and the cameras get closer and closer. The journalist bursts into genuine laughter, while your cheeks get a little redder at his words "Prove your power to your wife, huh? But if I'm not mistaken, your wedding is still a few days away" says the man, and Reo nods "The wedding will be on the 28th of this month, but I have considered Y/n my wife for a long time already. The wedding is just an excuse to see her in the white dress" he says jokingly, and everyone bursts in a laugh, including you "I understand. So we can already call you Y/n Mikage, miss?" the man says, shifting his attention to you "Oh, if you want to, do it. It pleases me enormously" you nod, and Reo kisses your hair delicately, and you can already imagine the myriad of edits you will see when scrolling through Tiktok or Instagram of this scene

"Well, I don't know what else to say other than to congratulate you on your upcoming wedding. Are there any other plans in mind, work or personal?" the journalist asks, and at the same moment you and Reo turn to look at each other, a little thoughtful "Work... I think I'll continue with the Japanese team, I struggled to get into the team and above all I can't abandon my best friend and the other teammates alone... personal, in addition to marriage..." Reo says not really wanting to answer the question "We will have a family. We would like to have two or three children" you say answering the question. You know well that Reo didn't want to answer because neither of you had decided to tell the world, because you had talked about the 'children' issue relatively recently but you both agreed with the idea of ​​having them immediately after marriage "What she said" Reo says sighing, but with a smile on his face

The journalist nods, thanks for the time dedicated and leaves room for others, who would only like to have the same answers you gave to the man "Can you do me a favor? Can you waiting for me in front of the locker room? I should take a while and I know you won't particularly love answering the questions they ask you" he says while another journalist positions himself in front of you, with the microphone ready "Sure, see you there" you say, stepping aside, and you mentally thank him since sooner or later some journalist will ask you he would ask some strange question, as has already happened in some interviews where you appeared at the request of the television stations

Once you arrive at the door, you wait there for about twenty minutes. Some teammates start to enter, greeting you because they know you anyway. Nagi arrives after a while, with Reo's bag "He's still finishing the interviews, he told me it will take a while longer. Do you need a ride home?" the boy asks before entering the locker room "I want to wait for him, maybe I'll sit in the stadium cafeteria" you say shaking your hand, greeting him. Nagi nods and enters the room, and soon after, the rest of the players leave, and you hear them talking about a certain dinner

About another hour passes before you see Reo pop into the hallway. “Still here?” he asks, seeing you from afar, motioning for you to enter the locker room with him because he's the only one who still has to change "I waited" you say nodding, sitting on the central bench of the room, while your boyfriend opens his locker "It was more tiring answering everyone's questions rather than winning the game..." he says sighing, taking off his player t-shirt filled of sweat "I suspected it. Did they ask you any particular questions?" you ask as you see him grab a change of underwear, before also taking off his shorts and his underwear; although naked, you've seen him so many times that you're no longer surprised "Oh, one about marriage. They asked me if I forced you to marry me just to maintain a homosexual relationship with Nagi" he says rolling his eyes, entering the showers of the changing room. You burst out laughing at his answer, trying to avoid the tears caused by laughter "With Nagi? You should collaborate less on the field, then" you say passing him the bubble bath

"Ugh, don't make me think. When they asked me that question I didn't know whether to slap the reporter or not. Hell, I'm getting married in less than two weeks!" he says annoyed, pointing to the shampoo "These are questions made specifically to create hype, don't worry" you say passing him the shampoo, which he passes through his purple hair "Tired?" you ask, seeing him wash himself. “A little. But I think I have plans tonight, or rather, we have” he says, water splashing on him "What do you mean?” you ask in surprise "The team was talking about a possible dinner at a restaurant to celebrate the victory. Players and girlfriends included" he says turning off the shower jet on his hair to rinse it "Oh! I understand, some of them were talking about it when they came out of the locker room" you say remembering the boys who were talking about it earlier "I would like not to go and spend the evening at home, possibly in bed, but my father finances that restaurant... I think we have to go" he says sighing, wrapping a towel around his waist before getting out of the shower

"Okay. Do you know what time?" you ask crossing your legs “I think 10pm” you say as he dries himself off grabbing another towel. Reo puts on his underwear, his hair still a little wet and his chest clean and smelling good. You smile at him, motioning for him to sit on the bench "Rest a bit. I'll take care of the hair" you say, getting up, taking the hairdryer from the locker room, which you pass through your boyfriend's hair as soon as it's turned on. Reo relaxes as you run your hand through his hair, the warm air drying it quickly and making the room slightly warmer. You comb them delicately, and then put them in the little ponytail that he usually always wear

"Thank you" he says when he sees through the mirror of the room that you have done "You're welcome!" you say, leaving a kiss on his cheek. Before you can even break the closeness, he places his arm around your waist, holding you close to him; you place your hands on his bare chest and feel him relax a little as he hugs you "I can't wait for the wedding day" he whispers close to your ear, tightening his grip "The idea of ​​seeing you shine in your wedding dress, I can't get her out of my head. I've always been annoyed by crying in front of others but I think that day I'll care less than nothing" he says, leaving a few kisses on your neck, not in a lustful way, but rather in an affectionate way. You wrap your hands around his neck and let your bodies touch "Bride of the Mikage heir... I'll take your surname too, how strange" you say resting your forehead on his shoulder, with his chest heaving he lowers and raises slowly "Y/n Mikage. I could die, once everything is official" the boy says, and a small laugh spontaneously escapes your lips "And yet it will happen soon. What we have been planning since we got together so many years ago is about to happen" you say enjoying the contact with your future husband. This time Reo is the one chuckling, as he breaks away for a few moments just to look at your face "I may not be the strongest attacker in the world, but I think I won in another way" he says, and you look at him fascinated, affectionately throwing him a cheek "You are also the strongest striker in the world!" you say scolding him ironically, and both of you can't help but laugh

A few hours pass before you both find yourself at the entrance of the luxurious restaurant, chosen by the team coach. You shine in your long pearly white dress, adorned with a fur of the same color. Arm in arm with you is obviously Reo, who instead opted for a black suit. A crowd of photographers and more journalists fills the sides of the restaurant avenue, creating a crowd with also several fans. Reo greets everyone and more than a few people ask for his autograph, which he signs extremely quickly. Some fans greet you too, and you happily return the greeting: fortunately, Reo's fanbase loves you, or rather, loves your couple. You are trending on any app due to the news of the wedding, and every day you are happy to see the positive comments on social media under the posts dedicated to Reo's career, to you, or to your couple

The restaurant is one you already know because of Mikage's father, who let you dine in there, knowing the owner, for some dates or family reunion that you also attended. An entire room, larger than the house you used to live in before living with Reo, was taken over solely to hold all the players and their partners. You know some of the girlfriends of Reo's other colleagues, that you greet with a wave of the hand or by talking to those with you have familiar. Everyone present sits at the seats placed along the entire table, and you end up between Reo's seat and that of Honna, a girl wherewith you have a good relationship

The dinner proceeds peacefully, filled with the various toasts that the table makes for the team's upcoming victories. One topic that often comes up is your marriage, and both you and Reo are a little embarrassed to have to answer all the questions, but you know that people ask them with good intentions and not with malice

The evening drags on, and it's already past one in the morning when, by chance, you see some waiters passing by your table with some security guards. You're a little perplexed, and Reo seems to notice. "Did something happen?" he asks, leaning towards you a little more "I don't know. It's strange that some security guards passed..." you say thoughtfully, seeing how some of them have just closed the door of the room where you are. Reo turns around, also noticing the strange movement "I noticed" he says, returning to look at the movement near the door "Wait here" he says, and then asks Nagi and another teammate to get up with him. You watch him get up with the two boys, and with a slow pace they approach the door, where a couple of waiters have positioned themselves. You try to reassure yourself that it's just your stupid paranoia, so you calmly go back to the topic you were talking about with Honna. You spend more than 5 minutes talking, but Reo doesn't seem to come back: you turn around and he's still talking to the waiters, but why doesn't he come back? What are they talking about that makes the waiter seem so worried?

You apologize to Honna and get up, walking towards your boyfriend. The closer you get, the more you hear words you don't like, but you think they've simply changed the topic. You come up behind Reo, and gently tug at his jacket sleeve to get his attention "Hey" you say, and he turns around; his face looks very worried "Is something happening?" you ask. The boy looks down, sighing as he runs a hand through his hair "There's some problem outside the restaurant, some fans of the opposing team are making a mess..." he says, biting his lips. You look at him a little perplexed "Is it serious? You seem worried" you ask "The police are coming because they suspect he has a weapon, but it wouldn't be anything serious. He can't enter the restaurant with all that security" he says trying to smile, but you understand that he's only doing it so you don't worry "Reo, shouldn't we be leaving? We ask to leave through the back door of the kitchen..." you ask, resting your head against his shoulder, and he wraps his arms around your waist "Don't worry. It's nothing serious, really" he says kissing your forehead

Back at the table, however, your mind is a tangle of thoughts. In a remote corner of your mind, you think that the man's goal is Reo himself: after all, he kicked the decisive and victorious goal, and thanks to him if the enemy team lost. You tell yourself that these are useless worries, but you can't calm down. The dinner continues as if it were nothing, and no one has warned of the man's presence, probably kept secret from the team so as not to trigger unnecessary alarms. You sigh continuously and play nervously with the fabric of the tablecloth, trying to appear calm when you're not even a little. "Darling" he says suddenly grabbing your hand, massaging the palm gently "If you're not calm, let's go. I ask to get a taxi to pass as soon as possible and let's go home" he says as he continues to massage your hand, getting down on the thigh. You nod, and while Reo apologizes to the others for leaving so suddenly, you put your fur coat back on

He takes your wrist loosely, guiding you towards the exit where you know he'll ask to go through the kitchens. You breathe a sigh of relief knowing you're finally leaving, but you hear a window glass shatter. The whole room including you turns towards the main noise, where, scattered between the glass, a man is lying curled up on the floor

Many players and partners stand up, and you feel Reo's grip pushing you a little further behind him, behind his back. Everyone observes the man with a few pieces of glass stuck in his skin, and some waiter rushes towards the unknown person, and before anyone even realizes it, a gun is noticed hidden between his trousers and shirt

“Fuck" Reo says, placing a hand on your head to pull you down. Your breath catches in your throat when you see the weapon, pulling your boyfriend as far as you can under the shelter of a vase “Oh my god” you say panicked, starting to tremble. The man moves all the waiters who go against him, and more than a slight glance at the other players, his attention is completely captured by Reo. The emblem clearly visible on the man's shirt is that of the team that lost today

"Please, hide yourself better near the vase" you say again behind his back, but Reo only dismisses you by keeping an arm around you, keeping you firmly covered "Don't move" he orders you as he tries to hide you. The trembling is also joined by tears, which fall silently due to panic "Reo please listen to me, hide" you say practically begging him, but he doesn't seem to give in "Don't worry, put yourself here" he says, forcing you under the protection of vase. You hold his arm close to you, crying into it “I'm fine" he says, turning away for a second, but it doesn't take long before his body jolts suddenly

A little further away, the man with the gun pointed at your boyfriend, fires the shot. The bullet runs fast, landing precisely against Reo's back. Your boyfriend freezes, moving his pupils towards his chest where the tip of the bullet exits his chest. Your mind stops at the precise moment Reo gasps, and still in shock, his body ends up against yours. You find Reo's head on your shoulder, your chests against each other where you feel your dress quickly getting stained with blood. His blood

“Oh my god...” you say not daring to look down where your boyfriend is “Oh my god...” you say louder as your breathing becomes erratic. You dare to look at your boyfriend for just one second, and it's enough for you to burst into a desperate scream as you try to fix him in front of you. "REO!" you scream holding his cheeks, moving your hands to his shoulders “REO DAMN ANSWER ME” you scream even louder, but his gaze seems completely blank. Your gaze wanders between his face, the wound that's getting bigger and bigger, and the way he's slowly breathing more and more laboriously

You tremble like a wet dog, trying to stay calm because you know it's the only thing you can do at the moment "Reo, please, answer me" you say shaking him slightly, but beyond a light batting of his eyelashes, no reactions come from him. The world falls on you the moment you see his chest swell in a last desperate attempt to breathe. "Reo I'm begging you, give me a sign that you're okay" you say as you observe him, and the more seconds pass, the more you feel that your boyfriend is abandoning you. Out of nowhere a small smile appears on his lips, he closes his eyes and with difficulty moves closer to your ear

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I really do, darling. Thank you for making me so happy when you gave me the chance to be your husband"

Reo utters words before collapsing onto you, with his head on your shoulder. His chest no longer moves and you no longer hear his heart beating

You remain paralyzed, your hands unable to touch his back. You stop breathing the same moment Reo leaves. The heaviness of the world falls on you, and in passing, you momentarily see before you a possible scene that could soon have happened: you and Reo with two wedding rings on your fingers, while you have children around you who laugh and play peacefully

You explode into a desperate scream, calling the name of your now dead husband. You look for signs of life in his face, but what you see is only horrible death; you hold him close, bursting into desperate tears. Everyone is probably watching you, even your lover's killer. The pain you feel in this moment is unlike any in the world: it is a wound that is not yet finished, which is slowly tearing your flesh apart while it enjoys your torment, and you already know that even if it never heals, it will never be completely healable

Morning newspaper: Tokyo Today News - 28/08

Journalist: "Y/n Y/s, girlfriend of the recently deceased Reo Mikage, heir to the Mikage fortune and important player of the Japanese team as a striker, was found dead this morning. The woman left a letter specifying that she took her own life because she has been empty since the day she lost her lover. If they were both alive, they should have gotten married today... line to the studio, stay tuned for the next news"

[misserabella]

scary love

abby anderson x fem! reader

synopsis; love is scary. and you try to run away. but abby is there when you come back, ready to hunt you down.

cw; 18+ content, minors dni! mentions of death, fighting, wounds, blood, stitches, consumption of alcohol and drugs (weed), jealousy, possessiveness, hickeys, arguing, weapons, reader is older than abby for 7 years (she took her in after the hospital), abby being a brat and reader not having it, masturbation (abby), cursing, hair pulling, kinda enemies to lovers (their relationships is difficult), teasing, praising, fingering (r receiving), hair pulling, heavy make out, tit play, tit sucking, oral sex (r receiving), scissoring, multiple orgasms…

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!

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you and abby had a hard time…, being nice to each other.

it was always bickering in between the two of you, screaming, fighting…

you were her mentor. or at least her boss. she was younger than you. 7 years to be exact.

you thought it would be easy. they had asked you to train a kid. keep her under control. but she was a fucking nightmare. you knew this world was hard. but abby was a 14 year old girl when she lost her only family. her father. and she was ready to break everything. destroy everything. that year was surely the worse. or so you thought. ‘cause it only got harder.

at 17 she was sneaking out of your apartment late at night. you made her believe that you didn’t know, until one night she returned fucking wasted and made a little bit too much noise.

“seriously, abby?” you inquired her, and she scoffed.

“what?”

“what?! we have a mission in two hours and you are fucking wasted.” she rolled her eyes and that’s when you saw it. “are you high?!” you couldn’t believe it. even less the hickeys decorating her neck. “jesus christ.” she pushed you away when you tried to take a look at them.

“what. jealous your little boyfriend doesn’t fuck you enough?” she sarcastically smirked and your cheeks blushed red in anger.

“the fuck did you just said?” you inquired, stepping closer, your blood boiling.

“always a fucking mood killer. poor stuck up just needs a good fuck, but her boyfriend can’t even make her cum, isn’t that right?” next thing you knew? your knuckles were burning up, and you had punched her, breaking her lip and painting her skin in red. droplets of her blood fell onto the floor, and you were breathing heavy.

“don’t you dare show up for the mission.” you said before leaving, taking your bag with you. you were out for 2 days.

and abby had to sit quiet and nice through the night you came back inside her room, trying to ignore the moans coming from your own, the grunts and the sound of skin against skin. it seemed to be that you had broken up with your boyfriend and had followed her advise to get a good fuck. and it seemed like you did, ‘cause your screams only got louder through the hours. by the time you had kicked the guy out, she had run out of weed, and she had drank half a bottle of whiskey all by herself.

she just wished it could be her.

at 18, she wouldn’t stop snapping at you. it was like walking on eggshells every time you’d go around her. one wrong move and you two would be sent overdrive.

“you are out.” you said, and she scoffed, cleaning the blood out of her knuckles.

“out?”

“i don’t know what the fuck is your problem. but i don’t want you beating someone up just because you feel like it.”

“ ‘feel like it’? you heard what he said. he was the one that started it.” she got up from her seat, stepping closer. she had a bruise on her cheek, and a cut on her eyebrow.

“i don’t want to see you at the training ring until monday.” you said, and her jaw clenched.

“what if i don’t want to?” her breath was hitting your skin, and her hand was now planted next to your face against the wall you were leaning in. you squinted your eyes.

“you wanna find out?” you inquired, nice and low. there were no emotions showing on your face. you were serious. and abby knew. abby knew she shouldn’t. but she wanted.

her blue eyes trailed around your face, falling onto your lips. she needed it.

“you gonna show me?” the tension between the two of you was about to explode, your bodies were ready to swing, and your blood was pumping louder in adrenaline. rage was pooling on your stomach, and in a short breath, you gave her one last chance.

“know your fucking place.” you advised, word by word.

she took a deep breath in. and after seconds that felt a little bit too long, stepped back, locking herself in her room.

she waited, just long enough to hear you getting out your apartment to pull down her jeans and underwear, slick connecting the last pair to her throbbing cunt. she groaned when her fingers found her clit, and later on pushed inside her wet warm walls.

“fuck.”

and she knew she shouldn’t. but she imagined what would have happened if she had taken the chance and jumped. ‘cause she knew were her place was. and it was in between your legs.

today, at her 20 years old, it was no different.

“and i said i could do it. alone!” she said, and you rolled your eyes as you limped towards a chair, grabbing your oozing side. it was just a scratch.

“oh yeah? as if you didn’t almost die out there!“ you scoffed. “fuck off, abby. you’re giving me a migraine.” you said, taking out your backpack some gauze and alcohol. maybe you’d need a couple of stitches.

a group of bandits had attacked your group on one of the routes you used to get some food, and you’d gotten injured by one of them when you’d had to step in to cover her back. you had taken that dagger straight to the gut for her. and she was just acting as always… as a fucking cunt.

she gritted her teeth and threw her backpack to the floor. she was bathed in blood, and her blonde hair was sticking to her sweaty skin.

“stop fucking doing that!” she screamed, and you looked at her with a pissed off face.

“what.”

“treating me as if i were a fucking child! i’m 20 years old. i know how to protect myself. i know how to fight! i don’t need you to protect me!” you scoffed and got up, a groan falling from your lips as you harshly grabbed her hand. “what-?” you looked her straight in the eyes as you pressed her hand against your stomach, only this time, you’d handed her a knife.

“you want me to stop treating you like a child?” you inquired, defiance in your voice. she might be taller, and had more muscle than you, but you were older, and stronger than her. “then kill me.” you said. “show me that you don’t need me anymore. that you can survive without me. and then i will stop treating you like a kid.” you whispered mere inches away from her face, tugging on her wrist to make the blade dig just the slightest into your skin. she looked at you. “do it!” you spat, but she just…couldn’t.

you pushed her away, and took the knife from her, harshly digging it into the wooden table by your side.

“you’re weak.” you said, and her jaw clenched, her hands fisted. “and you know what happens to weak people, abby?” you looked at her, and her blue eyes, and her soft white skin, and her blonde braided hair… “they die.”

she took a sharp inhale.

“i’m not weak.” she said.

“oh, but you are… you couldn’t kill me when i asked you to. you had a knife, and i was wounded and giving you, as you boss, an order and you didn’t follow it!” you screamed, and her chest took in a deep breath. “you’d be dead if it had been another person but me!”

“it won’t happen again.” she said.

“yes it will. like it always does. ‘cause you never follow my orders!”

“no. it won’t!“

“oh yeah? and why is that, hm?”

“because they are not you!” she yelled, and your eyes shot open at her words. “i can’t kill you because you’re you. i will kill anyone but you.”

she was stepping closer, and you looked at her.

“and if that makes me weak… if being weak means wanting to protect you. then i guess i am weak.”

she was awkward, but sincere, she looked flushed, cheeks reddish, body shifting non-stop. she was nervous. but fuck. that wasn’t her heart beating. the quickened heartbeat that you were hearing was your own.

“abby.” you cut her off, stepping backwards. away from her.

“no.” she said. “i’m not finished.” she said, and took another step closer, slowly caging you against the table. oh shit. was she always this tall? was she always this intimidating?

“but you’re. i don’t wanna hear it.” you said, and tried to leave her side, but she caught your wrist.

“you don’t wanna hear what exactly? the fact that i’m unable to kill you? or the fact that i can’t because i love you?” you breath hitched, and your heart stopped. your body froze. your mind was screaming. no. nononononono….

“leave.” the words that left your lips cracked her chest open. your touch was leaving her as you tugged from your hand, your back facing her.

“what?” she muttered, begging to have heard wrong. her heart was about to shatter.

“leave.” you repeated, this time harsher. you weren’t looking at her. you couldn’t look at her.

“but y/n…” she tried and touch you again, to get you to look at her. anything.

“i said. leave.” you said one last time, and you fisted your hands to hide their shaking.

she stepped backwards, looking at you, at your messy hair, at the roughness of your eyes —trying to hide something she wouldn’t, shouldn’t know—, at your tense shoulders… it was like a wall. and she couldn’t hit the brakes.

you didn’t know how much it took. how much she stood there, silently begging for you to not leave. to not push her out of your life, before she went out your door and left you there, alone.

you fell back onto the chair. and took the needle to stitch yourself up. it were the worst stitches you had ever done, cause your hand was shaking too much, and you were sure they’d probably leave a nasty scar, a mark that would never go away. it will stain you forever. just like abby had. just like she always will.

-

days went by in which you had gone away out borders to find some new food and supplies. the first ever mission that you had went through without abby. in years.

suddenly having you gone was leaving her exposed. exposed to feelings she didn’t wanna feel.

“fuck off owen. i’m not in the mood for your bullshit.” she spat when he saw his friend take a seat beside her. she was bouncing her leg up and down like crazy, and her whole body seemed tense. she had trained. she had broken her knuckles beating up a punching bag. drowned two glasses of whiskey. she had even went out for a goddamn walk to try and calm down. relax. nothing had helped. nothing helps. she was going overdrive. just like she had all those years ago before she had met you, before you had cleaned the blood out of her hands. it was as if… no. she knew you were the only thing that could make her breathe. and you were not there. and she was frustratedly. ‘cause fuck. she had told you she loved you and you had kicked her out and ran.

she had fucked up. that seemed to be the only thing she knew how to do when she was around you.

“woah. chill abs. just wanted to check on you. you’re not looking okay.” he was worried. she couldn’t care enough in that moment.

“maybe that’s because i’m not fucking okay.” she said, and owen simply took a deep breath.

“what happened?” he already knew. he already seemed to know what was the reason why she was feeling that way. you.

“i told her i love her.” owen’s eyes widened. woah. this was… unexpected. sure. owen knew that abby liked you. she had for years. but he never expected that the day she’d tell you would come so soon. “she kicked me out and left me behind the next morning.” she sighed and owen looked at her. “and now i feel like i’m going insane. she’s all i have. she was the only one there for me when my father…” she sat up. “i need her owen. and every second that i spend away from her i feel like dying.” she sighed, and left her seat, pacing around unable to sit still.

owen was silently listening. abby never opened up. to anyone. not even you about how she truly felt sometimes. how she felt about you. so this was something new. something owen was grateful to see.

“is this… is this love or am i going mad?” she let out a sarcastic laughter.

“aren’t they the same thing?” he muttered, looking at her and abby groaned.

“i can’t breathe.” she was freaking out. “i can’t think.” “everything is her. i’m terrified.” owen smiled at her and got up to face her.

“you should be. have you seen y/n?” that made abby chuckle, rolling her eyes at the teasing. “but abby… it’s okay to be scared. love scares people. and you love her.”

“yeah…” she sighed. “i do.”

-

next time she saw you was when you came back to your apartment. it was really late. so late that it was completely pitch black outside doors.

“what are you doing here?” you inquired as you closed the door behind your back, throwing your backpack onto the floor.

she was sitting on a chair, cleaning a gun on your table, legs spread and wide tilted towards the door.

“waiting for you to come back after having left me fucking behind.” she simply answered, and her arms crossed over her chest, muscles showing.

you scoffed. “sorry. i didn’t know you had to come with me everywhere.” you sarcastically said and she sighed.

“are you pushing me aside because of what i said?” she inquired, and you stiffened.

“abby-“

“because i said that i love you?” she sat up, and stepped closer.

“stop.” you ordered, and she only got closer.

“no. you left me behind. you left me here.” she said, stepping closer to you. “and for days i couldn’t think. i couldn’t breathe without thinking about you, couldn’t sleep without dreaming about you. i can’t stop, because i love you, and i’ve loved you for years.”

“you can’t.” you said, stepping backwards to try and scape from her. it was like for the first time in your life you didn’t have the control. that you were the prey instead of the hunter. “you can’t love me.” you said. “you can’t…” you whispered, looking into her eyes. “ ‘cause if you love me… then i could lose you. and i can’t lose you. anyone but you…” she looked at you, and in a quick flex of her arms she had pinned you to the wall. you only could let out a surprise gasp before she was kissing you, groaning against your mouth, one of her legs being pushed in between your legs.

“tell me to stop. tell me that you don’t feel the way i do.” she muttered against your lips, and you moaned, roughly tugging from her hair to pull her closer. her hands gripped your hips, so hard you were sure it would leave marks, but you couldn’t care. she tugged from your thighs so your legs could surround her waist, crushing you against the wall.

“shit, abby.” you moaned, grip tightening when she sucked on your neck, leaving marks.

“i love you so fucking much, fuck, been dreaming about this since i was fucking sixteen.” she grunted, and you whimpered. she was quick to carry you to bed, kissing you needly and hurriedly pushing your shirt over your head, leaving your chest exposed to her hungry eyes. “so perfect…” your back arched when her big hands harshly cupped your tits, playing with your nipples before sucking your left into her mouth. her now free hand pushed inside your pants and into your underwear. “you’re soaked.” she smirked, and you groaned.

“shut the fuck up.” you said before pulling from her to kiss her again and pulling at her shirt, leaving her in a white sports bra. her toned arms, shoulders and stomach were now in full display, and you couldn’t help but stare. you moaned when her middle finger slid in, her other hand exasperatedly trying to rid you of your pants and underwear. you had to help her before she’d rip them, whimpering when she suddenly thrusted with her finger deeper, hitting a spot that made you clench. “abby!” you screamed her name when you felt her tongue against your clit, her lips sucking on it as she groaned, her free arm surrounding your thigh to pull you closer and flush against her face.

“so fucking sweet… been wanting to eat your pussy for years.” you cheeks burned at her words. so dirty and blunt. it made you squirm. “listen to her. so ready for me and my fingers. poor thing… she’s sucking me right in.” she cooed and you whimpered, making her smirk. her finger left you to make place for her tongue, who fucked you with large deep strokes that left you shaking under her hands. she kept you pinned against the bed, devouring you like a woman starved and making you cry out her name as you pulled from her hair. shit. she looked so fucking pretty in between your legs…

your thighs trembled when this time, two of her large and thick finger pushed inside, making you moan at the stretch. her lips latched to your clit as she started to harshly fuck them into you, curling them to hit your g spot and make you cry. your breath hitched, and you felt your orgasm bubbling on your stomach with every new thrust. “abby, i’m gonna cum…” you whined, and she only sped up her movements, sucking harder, curling her fingers quicker. “abby, fuck!” you screamed as you came, your cum coating her fingers as she fucked you through it. you whimpered when her tongue lapped at every little bit that you gave her, sucking her fingers clean to fuck the last drops of your cum out of your cunt with her tongue.

you laid there, hearing the wet sounds that her tongue made against your pussy, the hum that she let out at your taste.

she left a little peck on your clit before pulling away, licking her lips, which were shining with your juices —along with her chin—.

you looked at her from below, stared at the patch of hair that covered her mound when she got rid of her own pants and underwear, stared at her beautiful breasts when she took off her sports bra… she was completely exposed for you. and you only could tug her closer to kiss her. pushing you tongue inside her mouth to taste yourself off of her lips. she moaned, and pulled from your hips to push one of her thighs over your leg to grind her pussy down on yours. you two let out a groan at the first contact. slick against slick, clit brushing against clit. it sent shivers down your spine.

“fuck. you feel so good…” she grunted, thrusting against your cunt and making you whimper.

“abby don’t stop…” you begged, and she thrusted again.

“never. fuck. you’re mine now. fucking mine.” you moaned, nodding, begging her to go harder. and she did. you two humped each others pussies in need, kissing, cursing, moaning… the room was filled with the wet squelches of your slicks. your clit was throbbing with the overstimulation, but it hurt so good it was making you go insane. watching abby fuck you, groan and pant was making your head feel dizzy. you whimpered and your back arched when she rubbed your clits together, pushing against the edge of another orgasm. you could feel it creeping up your spine, ready to take over your body. “aw, you gonna cum baby? you gonna give me another one?”

baby, baby, baby, baby….

“yes, fuck, abby, please…” you begged, pulling her closer, harder against you until your eyes were rolling to the back of your head and you were screaming as you came all over her cunt. she groaned, thrusting one, two, three more times against you before coming with a grunt, the feeling of your arousal together making her head feel fuzzy.

she held you against her chest as she laid beside you, one of her hands rubbing circles on the naked skin of your hips.

“abby?” you muttered, and she looked at you.

“what is it?”

“i love you too.” you said, and she smiled, her heart jumping inside her chest, hugging you harder, her lips pressing against your forehead. you looked beautiful. and finally, you were completely hers.

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a/n; kinda love this one

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[ntj2pj]

reallyyyy lazy ref on my new atp soldat :D

a flee response as atp soldat oc lmao. Man with fastest reaction (enough to catch falling colleague before they break their bones, or pull them away from bullets. He does it quite often.) Feel free to doodle my guy or draw them interacting with your ocs i guess. more info:

a nervous touchy animal who'll just run away if he is being yelled at or insulted too hard (being yelled at by allies and superiors feels much worse for guy than any loud noise or gunfire. poor thing) And even breaks windows to jump away from any height and floor. He really doesn't care and ABSOLUTELY ain't afraid of height. Luckily manages to survive. Fucking gymnast-acrobat. But how annoying he is. TO WORK WITH. You just stand close. sneeze at him not gently enough and HE DISAPPEARS. He gets along with colleagues pretty well... Well, by my AAHW metrics. He isn't popular or favorite, but he gets along with others pretty well and nobody avoids him. He is seen as very non-threating and weak. Or cute. However they call it. He is also pretty tactile (may occasionally try to hold hands or hug someone) and gentle in general, friendly fella. Gets along with mags pretty well and tried to comfort one when saw first time. Extremely good at chasing. Somehow manages to bounce around busy roadways and not become a pancake in the road, getting in windows, getting out, survive and not die on missions. Can do tricks on bicycles cooler than many bikers on motorcycles and usually steals any transport of that kind (but gentle enough to put it back after using). Very expercienced as someone who is being chased. Flee just runs out of AAHW casually without even any plan if triggered, breaks any shit on his way on impulse. And then gets back because Flee doesn't really know how he would survive, doesn't have a plan, and really don't want to leave job. Or, well, gets captured by agents and not even getting so far. His hair was torn out by other soldat who tried to capture him at first attempt to run away, but got kicked (Dan). They're becoming bffs later. Why he got such a weird reaction? Well. In my au every atp gets +- unique programs and modifications which makes them extremely mentally ill useful in different ways lol. ATPs gets their brain messed up and minmaxed in worst and unnatural ways, that's why many scared of it. Amnesia also isn't a good part. Flee was created in AAHW, and his modification ruined his fear-response, too much training created steel reflexes like unavoidable instincts, and messed ability to recognize threats. Guy is very fearless about combats, heights, insane tricks, absolutely doesn't care about risks of breaking any bone or dying (still will do a lot so colleagues won't), but will shit himself from fear and overwhelm if you just say smth mean to him loudly. If it would be done by few grunts he will get nightmares and flashbacks even. Because his sense of being punished and shame is also messed up. For the good of AAHW, of course. At first he was threatened and insulted a lot for this defect, because everyone was confused, then he was used on a trainings because damn he's like a cockroach. And then he was given a little safe place to run in it and not just out of aahw on the streets. aka personal space lmao, until they find out to fix it. But many coworkers find doing little pranks and scaring him funnier because the reaction is just too funny with all that jumping on highest surface in room, or running on all walls and then comedically hit head and FALL. Aaand he doesn't beat them up for it, he just runs as first reaction. Can even bump right into the agent who did it, like an NPC trying to run in a wall, pushing the poor guy like a fucking box in a videogame. Extremely funny idiot. So yeah he gets a lot of occasional jokes for not being aggressive enough. Not to coworkers. :D

[spooky-bunnys]

Hey! I really like your work. Can I get the new episode of Baby Haitani please and thanks!

Haitani Baby Brother Part 4

I'm so glad! Hope you Enjoy!

It's been almost 5 months since the incident. Sanzu has fit semi-well in the Haitani household. His relationship with (Name) had improved greatly. But the brothers weren't too happy with the Alpha at the moment.

Sanzu sat on his knees in the living room. Being lectured by Rindou, because the pinkette tried having some "special" time with (Name). Which might be added was warned not to happen by the doctor, due to a chance or harming the pups.

"Seriously Sanzu! You were making direct eye contact with him, when he told you no sex because of the pups! What's wrong with you?!" Sanzu huffed. "It's not my fault! His scent is getting sweeter. And since I haven't been able to mark him, it's getting tougher to hold my inner Alpha in." Rindou sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

He was partly right, Bonten had been so busy he hasn't be able to actually mark (Name). There's been more traitors being exposed, and more companies have been trying to double cross them. So (Name) has been mostly by himself, with guards of course! Can't leave him unprotected.

Which is bad considering, (Name) is getting closer to his due date. Which had everyone on their toes. (Name) was currently in his nest, enjoying his cheesecake with honey. Waiting for his Alpha to come back. He wanted cuddles.

A knock on the bedroom door, startling from his food land. "Who is it?" "It's your favorite brother~" "I thought Rin was talking to Chiyo in the living room?" Ran threw open the door making a dieing animal noise. (Name) laughed loudly. "I'm kidding Aniki. You both know I don't have a favorite brother."

Ran scoffed and grumbled. "Well your last check up is tomorrow. We're gonna have it at HQ so everyone can be there. If that's okay with you?" (Name) nodded excitedly. He missed the others company. He wasn't allowed to leave the penthouse, according to his brothers and his Alpha.

He knows they want him safe, but he missed the sun and fresh air. Even his balcony privileges had been taken away! (Name) laid down his empty plate, and slowly leaned up. Holding his stomach carefully.

Ran quickly helped him sit up. "Bathroom break?" (Name) nodded quickly and Ran laughed. Ran help him up and took the dirty dishes. "Now remember the doctor said, to be careful with the cheesecakes." (Name) pouted and nodded.

He didn't get to eat them as much as when he was first pregnant. Due to the sugar level of the cheesecakes. But his cravings have weirded everyone out. Especially when he ate vanilla wafers with mustard. (Note: I love that combination lol)

When they arrived to the appointment, (Name) was clinging to his Alpha. He'd been extra clingy this morning. They figured it was because he was due anytime now. While Sanzu was just enjoying the attention.

The brothers following them, grumbled in annoyance. Their baby brother barely gave them attention anymore. They missed (Name) coming to them for attention. But now, he had Sanzu and soon, he'd have his own pups.

Upon entering the doctor office, (Name) noticed that the upper members, were already inside. (Name) greeted them with a bright smile, rubbing his very round stomach. He paused momentarily, before smiling widely.

"Chiyo! The pups are kicking!" Sanzu immediately placed his hands on (Name)'s stomach. He smiled feeling the hard kicks against his hands. "Their gonna be strong pups my love." Everyone smiled at the loving moment.

But that died quickly when (Name) violently cringed, gripping his stomach tightly. Sanzu immediately cupped (Name)'s face. "(Name)? Love what's wrong?" (Name)'s face scrunched up. The brothers quickly pulled him away and handed him a trash can.

(Name)'s body shook while he was sick. This worried everyone tremendously. (Name) yelled loudly and stared at his feet. Water surrounding them. Everyone froze. Mikey was the first to react. Quickly yelling for someone to get th doctor.

Sanzu quickly helped (Name) onto the hospital bed, that was in the room. His scent revealed how truly worried he was at the moment. It felt like forever until the doctor finally arrived. The doctor quickly made his way over. "I wasn't expecting him to go into labor. I don't know if he'll make it to the hospital."

The brothers immediately starting arguing saying that he should've been prepared. But (Name) silenced them, when he started yelling in pain. Making everyone flinch. The scent of distressed Omega filled the air. Making the Alpha's panic.

(Name) had fainted from the pain. He couldn't remember much of what happened. He remembers holding his Alpha's hand so tight, he thought it'd break. He remembers seeing his older brothers paicking faces.

Then there was darkness, then there was a bright light.

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[broshot]

part 1 of dilf armin, this is part 2 cw/tw: nsfw (kinda public sex?), kissing, praising, you and armin have a child, afab!reader but they/them pronouns used, kinda subby armin but also not, pet names (love), jealousy?? but armin loves you and only you, check end for more notes♡

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you're at the kindergarten for a parents meeting, and armin had pulled you into a bathroom with him. you all had a small break before you'd continue with the meeting.

"armin, we're going to get caught," you whisper to him as he grinds his clothed crotch against you.

"we won't get caught. please touch me." he whines impatiently.

as much as you want to make him go back with you and avoid the chances of getting caught, you can't resist him when he's this needy.

and you don't want to miss an opportunity to get back at the mom's, as childish as it sounds.

"do you have a condom?" you ask him and he nods. "of course I do."

"just make sure not to be too loud, we can't let them know what we're doing or we'll get kicked out." you smirk at him.

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you can feel his hot breath against your neck as pushes himself inside of you. he's sitting on the surface next to the sink and you're sitting on his lap.

he lets out a soft moan but he quickly kisses your neck to make him stay quiet. you put your hand on the back of his head to pull him closer.

"can I move yet?" he asks. you had to get used to his size even though you've had sex with him countless of times.

"yeah," you whisper and he does just that; grabbing your thighs and thrusting his hips upwards.

you hide your face in the crook of his neck, softly pressing one kiss after another on his neck.

"I wore a nice shaded lipstick today," you mumble. "you look better with it on your neck."

he whimpers against your ear, moving one hand from your thighs to the back of your head. "you.." his sentence gets cut off when he lets out a soft moan, "you feel so good."

you suddenly hear noises coming from the hallway that's behind the bathroom door so you place your hand on his mouth.

"armin, love, be quiet. we can't let anyone hear us." you whisper to him and he nods, trying not to let any whimpers out.

as soon as you're both sure there's no people in the hallway anymore, he starts speeding up. he thrusts his hips faster and faster, ramming hard into you. but he's still being so soft, making sure not to bruise you with his hands as he holds you in place.

his hand is messing your hair up but you don't mind. his hair is messy too, not to mention the countless lipstick marks you made on his neck.

the wet sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as he fucks into you even faster, making you moan against his ear. you're surprised that no one has heard you with how loud you are.

he's going deeper and harder with every thrust. "I'm so close, so close," he whines and releases not long after. he's still in his orgasm high but he quickly moves a hand to your clit, rubbing on it. with this and the feeling of him inside of you, you come to your orgasm as well.

"woah," he breathes out, resting his forehead against you. he gives you a quick kiss on the lips before sliding himself out of you. he holds your hand as he searches for some tissues. it doesn't take him long to find a few and he helps you clean yourself up with them. he takes his condom off, wrapping it in one of the tissues and throwing it into the trash.

you watch as he moves around the bathroom, cleaning up all the evidence of what you two just did.

he suddenly turns to look at you with a smile on his face. "I think I'll keep these," he points at the lipstick stains on his neck. "got to let the others know who I belong to, yeah?"

you let out a laugh, sliding off the bathroom counter. "yeah, sure mr. arlert. where are my pants?"

"they're right here." he says and hands them to you.

♡♡♡

you two walk to the meeting room which is almost empty. there's only a few people in the room, one of them being kenny's mom and one being zaylin's mom.

"the meeting is going to start in 15 minutes." he whispers to you as you both step into the room. the two mom's turn around to greet armin as they hear his voice, but they freeze in place as soon as they see you two.

"oh lord," kenny's mom gasps as he looks at armin's neck. his neck doesn't look bad, really. there's not many stains visible now that he put his suit back on, but they couldn't be mistaken of the few that they could see.

they turn to look at you, visibly annoyed. they look at your hair which is a bit messy, and they also notice how faint your lipstick looks.

"where were you ten minutes ago? we were trying to find you before this meeting so we could talk about... the kids." kenny's mom smiles at armin.

"I was with my beautiful spouse," he says, not even sparing a glance at her. you smile to yourself as you two sit down.

"thank you for coming here today, guardians of the kids." the meeting starts.

♡♡♡

"do you think they did it here?" you hear zaylin's mom whisper to kenny's mom and two other mom's.

"obviously, their hair wouldn't be so messy if they did it before they came here. and mr. arlert wouldn't have those stains on his neck."

kenny's mom rolls her eyes and sighs loudly. "I don't get why he chose them."

armin turns to look at kenny's mom as he hears the statement. "I chose them because I love them. what more reasons should there be? respectfully, keep your nose out of other people's business." he says and turns back to you.

"I love you. I'll treat you well tonight, make sure to look forward to it." he whispers to you.

♡♡♡

(because I said this in the part 1 post: kinda thinking about making a part 2 to this where they do the dirty in a bathroom at the kindergarten parents meeting tbh, I wanna teach the moms a lesson (they wouldn't get caught but they'd definitely know what happened when they see your messy hair and all the lipstick marks on his neck!)

sorry for bad writing btw, english isn't my first language!!

MASTERLIST

[imliketheiceifreeze]

Negan x reader short fic

minors DNI

-flirting/sexual tension

-older man younger woman (reader is college age around 22)

-basically unedited but i hope you enjoy!

You sipped on your fruity cocktail thoughtlessly as you soaked in the suns rays in the heat of summer. Lounging out in your parents garden was the only way to pass the time on your return from college, you'd found, but it didn't bother you so much, it gave you a chance to unwind after a tough semester. Nevertheless, the lack of stimulation had left you itching to cause some trouble...speaking of which, the deep rumble of laughter caught your attention. You snapped your head like a whip towards the source of that foreign noise, being pleasantly surprised by the sight in front of you. Negan, your neighbor and family friend was strolling across the grass, sun beaming down on his bronzed skin, and what a sight he was to behold. It took all your strength to keep your jaw locked, the surprise in your eyes being hidden from his gaze by the cherry red sunglasses adorning your face.

"Hey! sweetheart, what 'ya doing out here?"

He chuckled bemused, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair as he moved closer, kicking out a chair in front of you, whisky in hand as always and a cool swagger in all his movements that said to you he knew how women perceived him, and thoroughly enjoyed it. You just barely tilted your glasses past to peer over the brim, as if you could barely recognize him.

"Negan," you greeted him casually, maintaining eye contact as you took another sip of your cocktail.

"what? another year of college and your too cool for me now?"

its hard to suppress a smirk as he sees through your facade immediately.

"Maybe," you shoot him a feline grin as you lay back in on the sun lounger, smoothing your hands over your bare abdomen, a nervous act of concealment, fully aware of the lack of coverage your bikini provided.

"Hmm, I can see that dollface," he tuts taking a sip of his own drink and you pretend you don't see him flit his gaze over your exposed skin, hoping it contains lust rather than judgement. You allow your head to fall to the side, meeting his eye again and pulling up your sunglasses to see him properly, his own hazel irises snapping up to yours.

"What are you doing here Negan?" You question, a little bluntly but still curious.

"Came here just to be graced with your presence," he winks at you, making your cheeks rose, eyes darting quickly to the ground as you sip your drink hurriedly. "I'm joking, no need to look so fucking concerned baby," he chokes a laugh, making you squirm was always one of his favorite games, toying with you because he knew he'd always get a reaction, it pissed you off.

"Yeah whatever," you roll your eyes as you speak. "what are you drinking?" you change the subject, leaning forward to look pointedly at his glass. He takes a sip slowly, savoring the flavor with eyes fluttering shut before letting out a dramatic 'ah'

"whisky." The baritone of his voice is brought out with the word, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

"Can i try?" you purr, as enticingly as you can, because as much as he loved to toy with you, you enjoyed how tightly you had him wound around your little finger. A look of surprise and then a grin breaks out across his features. Wordlessly, he hands you the short glass, your fingers brushing his as they wrap around the cool material.

"You wont like it," he cautions, watching intently as you bring the glass to your lips. your face contorts as soon as you taste it, now regretting the large sip you took. Your eyes open wide with regret, locking onto his remorsefully.

"Oh Jesus Christ, don't drink it all" he says almost concerned but still barely able to get the words out between his laughter. You swallow quickly, downing your own drink to chase the burn.

"I didn't think it'd be so strong," you retort, tears in your eyes both from laughter and pain

"what have they been teaching you in college?" he chuckles as you hand him back the glass. he brings it to his own mouth, taking a sip that you cant help but notice, with a gulp, has his lips brushing over the red lipstick mark you had left.

"Oh" you breathe out, maybe a little to affected, as it causes his eyes to cut to yours immediately, eyebrows raised in confusion. "um, you have..." your fingers tap your lips subconsciously as your eyes flicker between his lips and the glass.

"Hm?" he hums as his eyes follow yours, dragging over his hand towards the now smudged stain. "Left your mark on me huh?" he grins, swiping at the red on his lips with his thumb and licking off the residue as if it wasn't the hottest thing you'd seen in your life, having the gall to even add "this strawberry flavored or that just you?" But your careless nature didn't bother to think of the consequences of replying.

"wouldn't you like to find out."

"don't be a tease sweetheart." his reply floors you a little, and how dare he call you a tease when he acts like that, fuck him and his stupid fucking grin, you'd show him a tease. rolling your eyes (again), you sit up, moving your hair to one side you fiddle with the top string of your bikini, moving slow as molasses when you pull on the string, letting the material fall down carelessly as you work on the lower strings too, not bothering to look into his eyes until you're fully exposed to him. You shoot him a dramatic glare but the look on his face causes a sly smirk to tug at the corners of your mouth. As soon as you're uncovered, you've laid down gently on your stomach as nonchalantly as though you haven't just flashed your tits to your 57 year old neighbor.

he lets out a low whistle, hand rubbing at his chin, and scratching over his beard before he replies. He gets up slowly, walking over to you in a way that makes your heart jump to your throat, eyes trained on you as he squats down, leaning his face so close to your own you can feel his warm breath fanning over the left side of your cheek. was he really gonna kiss you right now? in your parents house? wouldn't someone see? though you knew, with regret, you'd never stop him, no matter how far he took it, you'd risk it to feel his calloused hands over your skin.

Leaning in close, with an unreadable expression he whispers four little words "you bad fucking girl." It sends white heat through you, your eyes fluttering shut at the graveled tone, his lips brushing up against your ear, making you wonder if they'd feel just as soft over the rest of your body. Unfortunately you were too caught up in the feeling to realize he had stood up, and was walking away from you and back to the house. How fucking confusing. still he looks divine just walking in the summer sun and...you don't remember him bringing anything with him apart from his whisky glass so what is that in his hand.

THAT PRICK!

he'd taken your bikini top, dangling it from his fingers as it draped over the back of his shoulder like a prize. You could just imagine his smug grin. but if you said it didn't make you press your thighs a little closer together you'd be lying.

[revnashieldmaiden]

Tossing and turning throughout the night, I get up earlier than I normally do, so early it's still dark outside. Missing Finan and an unsettled feeling keeping me awake most of the night. Even Myrkr’s soft purrs are not lulling me to sleep. I am hopeful that today will be the day the men return from their scouting trip. They have already been gone for more than a few days and I’ve been missing my husband something fierce. I have been trying to keep myself busy with checking in on Tessa, and working on making some clothes and blankets for the little one. Anything to distract myself.

Getting out of bed, I put my clothes on and help Myrkr down to the floor. Even though there is no guarantee that Finan will return home this evening, I want to prepare a stew just in case. I’m sure after their long journey a hot meal will be a welcome treat. If they don’t make it home, maybe I’ll invite Hild over to have supper with me.

I get out the supplies to start preparing the stew, so that I can have the pot sitting over the hearth to simmer all day. Myrkr is climbing over my feet as he softly meows, wanting his morning meal. I softly chuckle at the little kitten as I place some tiny meat scrapes in a small bowl for him. “You are supposed to be hunting for your meals, my little darkness.” I softly scold him, even though I know I can’t resist his cute little sounds, and demand for attention.

Once Myrkr is settled, happily eating his little meal, I return to the task at hand. While I am focused on cutting up vegetables to put in the stew I don’t hear the noise behind me until it’s too late. I feel a hand clamp on my mouth to stifle my scream. A panic rises up in my chest as the hand feels familiar, bringing back the nightmares of my past. Rorik, my brothers’ best friend. One of the two men who used to terrorize me in my bed before I became a shield maiden.

“It’s time for you to stand in judgement  for your crimes, shield maiden….for killing Halvar.” Rorik growls in my ear as I struggle against him and he forces the knife from my hand.

I elbow him in the chest trying to break his hold on me. He releases his hold on me for a moment as he tries to catch his breath from the blow. I run to the other side of the room to grab my sword sitting on top of some pegs on the wall. Just as I reach out for it, my fingers barely touching the blade, I feel another set of hands pulling me back. I lose my grip on my sword causing it to clang onto the floor. I turn around to face my attacker, not recognizing this other man with long curly hair and a scar across his face. I rake my fingers across his cheek leaving deep scratch marks, before I knee him in the stomach with as much force as I can muster. I try again to reach out for my sword laying on the ground, but Rorik grabs me around my waist and pulls me back. I try to wrestle out of his hold, knocking over chairs and a small table. Myrkr gets spooked as he quickly runs and hides in the bed chamber.

Rorik’s hand wraps around my throat and he starts to squeeze. I struggle to breathe as my airway is cut off. My vision starts to get hazy and my lungs start burning being deprived of air. I claw at his hands in a panic until he finally releases me. As I fall to my knees I suck in deep breaths of air trying desperately to refill my lungs. Rorik back hands me across my face, knocking me to the floor. The moisture of blood runs down from my nose, pooling on the floor beneath me. I try to kick Rorik when he reaches for me, and he grunts in anger.

“You just won’t give up!” He snarls at me. “You know it’s pointless, Revna. You can’t overpower both of us.” Rorik says at he looks at the other man.

“Try me!” I growl back in anger.

Rorik makes ready to kick me, aiming for my stomach, so I quickly roll over to protect my pup as I hold out my hands in surrender. Please Thor, help me protect my child… I don’t want to give up the fight, but I also don’t want to risk losing the pup. Finan’s child, that I desperately want to give him. Thankfully my belly is barely showing the evidence of my pregnancy, the soft roundness easily hidden by my clothes. I fear what Rorik would do if he knew I am carrying a child.

Rorik grabs my arms and hauls me back up to my feet. I glare in rage at him as I try to control the urge to spit in his face, knowing that it’ll just anger him more. I feel the long haired man come up behind me to tie my wrists tightly together. The rope digging into my skin.

“Rorik looks me over now that I’m subdued with hungry eyes, licking his lips. “Just wait ’til I get you back to our camp….we have a lot of catching up to do…”

I shudder with revulsion, as my skin crawls. “My man will kill you for touching me…and he’ll take great pleasure in doing so.” I threaten him as I glare in defiance into his eyes. Trying not to show him any fear, even though I feel the bile in my throat at the thought of what he’ll do to me given the chance.

Rorik laughs at my threat. “He’ll have to find you first…you might be dead before then. Depends on how long I can get the Earl to hold off on your execution, so that I can enjoy you one last time.” His hand reaches out to paw at my chest.

“Don’t underestimate him…” Or Uhtred, or Sihtric…I warn with a slightly cocky look on my face, as I try to force myself not to react to his hands on my body. I know he wants to see the fear on my face, he gets off on it. I numb myself to his touch.

I see the frustration on Rorik’s face when he doesn’t see the fear in my eyes like he is hoping for. I give him a blank expression, hiding the emotions in my eyes. I see him nod to the man behind me. Pain explodes in my head as blackness takes over and I feel nothing….

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