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RE Crack Drabble 49 F

Y/N: *carries an unconscious Ethan on their back as they trudge through the village*

Old Crone: *pops out of no where* New blood has come to satisfy the old gods. *cackles*

Y/N: I DON’T WANNA BUY ANYTHING! *uses Ethan to swing him like a bat at the lady*

Old Crone: Wha- *gets walloped with Ethan and sent tumbling backwards through buildings*

Y/N: *puts Ethan back on their shoulder before gremlin scurrying off towards the castle. Once there, they use him as a bat again to open the doors, kicking them shut behind them* Okay, now let’s lay you down by the fire and rest. You may hurt like some beach when you wake up, but it was either knock you out and save you or. . . Well, that was it really. *stands up to stretch their back and pop it with a groan*

Voice in the dark: Oh my, what pleasant treat do we have?

Y/N: *growls* Oh, come on! I’m busy! Go away!

Voice in the dark: What a fiery kitten you are. *purrs with pleasure*

Y/N: . . . I need to get paid for this stuff.

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[noritoshiikamo]

Sorry to put in another request ><

I was wondering if you had a lil back story on how Gojo and childhood friend met? Like maybe something absolutely teethrotting cute?

hehehe halooo!! i miss u maam. sure sure, i think childhood series has the cute background for me (definitely my personal favourite). i did touch about it a little in the story but im just gonna make a little hcs (wait im sorry it got too long and sorry if it's not sweet enough dhhjhehfhknf) i only touched their childhood and up to middle school antics, lemme know if u wanna know their chaotic mess in jujutsu college

headcanon of gojo satoru's childhood series that lives in my head rent free:

childhood portion of their lives (6-11 years old ish)

- gojo and his childhood friend born in the same year and they were 6 years old when they first met - if you asked her mother what happen to her father, depending on her mood, her mother would tell that her father died/disappeared/ran away and she just learned to stop asking about her father ever since. - gojo clan had hired her mother as the estate's caretaker where required her to be around every friday till sunday so she would follow her mother there because money is tight, she couldn't afford babysitters for 3 days straight - in my head, i find that gojo is actually a shy kid; he has no parental figure in his life, depending on caretakers so he likes to keep it to himself and lives in solitude and being put in such high and heavy position at such a young age, he has no friends to talk too - that was until she barged into his life - "you need to be my friend. i'm bored," was all she said while grabbing his arms. he would be so confused, blushing madly because some random girl is holding his hand and he kinda liked it - he didn't find it annoying that she would say this and that and asked him to do this and that which probably why there's a picture of him in her dress holding her tea cup set, he would do anything she wanted - she would be his loving, doting wife who serves a pot of fishpond tea and plate of random leaves and he would be her loving, loyal husband - she was his only contact to the world outside and he started to look forward for fridays and dreaded sundays where she would leave - i feel like they would be each other's kisses; not forcefully but just like innocent, accidental kiss. they would be 7 by that time, they had ran off into the further part of the estate in the garden where they built a makeshift playhouse and would spend hours playing house and just sat there enjoying each other's company. it was almost 6pm, the view of the sunset was beautiful and gojo couldn't stop looking at the way the sunlight enveloped her face. he didn't quite understand what he was feeling for her, but he likes the feeling to stay. "do you think when we grow up we can still be friends?" he would ask, placing his hand on top of hers nervously. she would smile eagerly and nodded, taking his hand in her own. "of course we would. my mother said we need to go to high school together so we can be better." she didn't realise that he was staring at her; in his mind he was thinking of the way her skin warming up, her lashes, the way she did her hair differently daily. "i think we should get married," he stated boldly, giving her soft hand a squeeze. "okay, i think we should too. promise?" she held a pinkies out and he laced it. "promise." he was leaning to kiss her cheek when she moved. their lips touched just a brief but it was enough to seal everything. "i'm sorry!" both of them blurted out at the same time, the silent enveloped them before they burst out laughing. all grown up, gojo/y/n thought that y/n/gojo had forgotten that memory but they silently wished for more - her mother would have so many pictures of them together -totally two peas in a pod, like her mother would watch happily as the two kids ran into a pile of leaves or snow, hand in hand giggling like nothing in the world could ever stop them

junior high them would be like (12-15 years old)

- she stopped visiting often when they started junior high school. 12 years old gojo was upset that she could only visit him once a month. her mother said she was busy with schools and club but promised that she would visit him soon. gojo instead was homeschooled. - "why can't i go to her school?" he would ask his caretaker one day and he would receive same answer every single time: you're a sorcerer and head of gojo clan, you don't go to normal school. lucky y/n, he would thought. - she kept her promises, they would spend time in his room listening to music, she would tutor him and play games. -she would steal his clothes, definitely like his hoodies or random tshirt. - things i would feel like they would be bragging about: first kiss for both of them, when her friends bragged about having boyfriend, she would talk proudly about how she's dating gojo satoru (without gojo satoru knowing) and he wouldn't correct when his family member/caretakers called her his girlfriend (they thought he was blushing because he was embarrassed, but he was just excited to think of her as his significant others) - gifts that i would see him giving her bcs he's love drunk fool and would do anything for her: anything she sat her eyes on for more than 10 seconds. the oversized teddy bear? bought. the cactus she would then killed by overwatering it? bought and murdered in 2 weeks. that pink bicycle with basket in front and ribbons on the handles? bought despite she had no idea how to ride it. friendship bracelet? bought and worn by them. it was a red string, nothing special but was to believe it symbolized the link between two people who are destined to be married. - i also feel like at prime age of 15 they would be so curious with anything like gojo would sneak out at night so they would hang out with her friends at one of their house when their parents are out. there would be sparkling wine that their friend sneakily stole and they would had their first cigarettes together. she likes it but gojo hates it. they'll play games like 7 minutes where her friends would force them in the closet. it would be so cramped because gojo is tall and she sat just below her chin. it would started to smell like the cigarette she had smoke and a mix of her shampoo too and gojo could feel his own body betraying him. - "y/n?" he asked, "what do you think we should do?" she shrugged. "i think you shouldn't move. i can feel your boner." gojo would be so flustered and panicking that she would have to quiet him down with a kiss. it would be their second kiss, more conscious of where their hands were and the feeling of his tongue slipping in hers. "3 minutes more!" said a voice outside but they were too engrossed only a hmm came out as he pulled her closer. their caretakers would be disappointed to see his thigh between her leg and his hand underneath her shirt. she tasted like her chapstick and the way she mewled against him made him weak. when one of them yanked the door opened, gojo didn't push her away, he looked annoyed and they would teased them for the rest of their night. - it kinda disappointed when she would tell him to forget about it. that it was just a game. disappointed too because she stopped visiting him. he missed her, his texts and emails were ignored and he felt broken hearted. what happened to our promise of forever? - they'll meet each other again when they both went to tokyo metropolitan curse technical college and that's another whole chaotic mess. she could see behind his god complex and chaotic attitude, he was still the shy 6 years old boy who would blush every time she touched him and to him, she was nothing but an old dimmed flame lit up again. their hearts pounded like hell but he would tease her and she would pretend to ignore his every single words. shoko and geto could definitely see the sexual tension between them and the urge to just shove them in a closet was real at that time and what was with the matching red string bracelets?

[rosesandtoshi]

Kiss Me More ❀ Ushijima Wakatoshi

❀ Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem!reader

❀ WC: 1.4k

❀ Tags/warnings: Established relationship, fluff, Halloween fluff, smut, fingering, breeding kink, mating press, creampie, cum eating, overstim, and anything else I may have missed. Please message me and let me know.

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❀ A/N: It's been a while since I posted a piece. I am excited to be writing again and I hope you all enjoy!!

Ushijima knew he’d marry you. Ever since you were children and got into high school, he knew you were meant to be his. After finally asking you out—with some encouragement from Tendou—it turned out to be the best thing that had happened. You knew Ushijima like the back of your hand, from his unusual sleep pattern due to all his traveling, to the way he took his tea, to even the way you ran your hands slowly over his sweets spot that had him melting in the palm of your hands.

After high school, you chose to move in together and start a domestic life. Ushijima would go to volleyball practice daily, while you went to your office job. At the end of your respective work days, the two of you spent time making dinner together all while enjoying each other for the night. Some nights were more — physical than others. The two of you lived a normal life, marrying a couple years after you finished college. Every year when Halloween came, Ushijima had a thought that would go through his mind that would last way longer than expected. Kids.

The two of you never really spoke about having kids. Ushijima didn't grow up in a big family so having kids wasn’t a priority to him. You had thought about it, but it also wasn’t a big priority to you either. But as Halloween rolled around, Ushijima couldn’t help but want kids as he saw all the little ones in their costumes. And even to the bigger kids trying to get candy.

“Toshi, big kids can have fun as well.” Your voice rang through his head as they came every year. Another year came and went and you decided to dress up this year. Ushijima had a deadpan look on his face as you helped him with his costume.

“Baby, can you please look more excited?” You asked him, a pout on your face. Ushijima’s face softened at your pout as he knew you were really excited to dress up this year.

“Yes my love. We will have a good night, I promise.” He said, cupping your face in his large hands and kissing your lips softly. You smiled into the kiss and then pulled away, fixing the mouse ears.

“There. You are all done. Now I will get ready.” He watched you parade around the bedroom as you put your matching Minnie Mouse costume on.

“You look good.” Ushijima spoke, making you turn to him and smile.

“You do too, my love.” You said, finishing up putting your ears on. “There. Now we can take cute pictures and then watch movies and wait for trick or treaters!”

As the night went on and you got some cute pictures of the two of you, you put on your favorite Halloween movie and made dinner. The door bell would ring and the two of you went to the door and passed out candy all while you squealed to Ushijima about how cute all the kids were. Eventually, the night slowed down and you turned your porch light off and slumped down on the couch, sinking into the cushions.

“That was another successful night.” You smiled as you grabbed the leftover candy in the bowl and started to open one. “I have been dying for one all night.”

“Can I ask you a question?” You nodded for him to continue. “Do you want kids?” You shrugged taking the final bite of your candy.

“Yes and no. I like how we are right now. Do you want kids?”

“I do. Every year I see these kids in their costumes and it always makes me want one.”

“Every year?” You asked, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“I always think about how cute you’d look swollen with a child, my child.” He scooted closer to you and pushed you down until your back was flat against the couch. You felt his hands move up and down your sides as one of his legs moved up into your sex. You moan as his leg pressed into you, slowly grinding into him. His hands moved up, pushing your shirt and bra till it was bunched up at your chest. His hands grabbed at your chest as he dipped his head down and took one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned as his tongue swirled around the hard bud, hips jerking into his leg. One of his hands moved down as he pulled your skirt up and hand found purchase on your bare pussy.

“My my, what a filthy slut you are. All night while passing out candy, you didn't have panties on? Naughty thing.”

You whined as his pointer finger started to rub small slow circles on your clit. His mouth latched onto your other nipple as his pace quickened slightly. You sat up a bit and pulled your shirt and bra over your head, throwing it to the side as you laid back down. One hand moved down and you gripped a handful of Ushijima’s hair. You arched your back as you felt his finger finally push into your wet sex.

“Did me talking about putting a baby in you make you that wet? You're soaked and I barely touched you.”

You felt him push another finger in you as he began to pump them in and out of you at a slow pace. His thumb rubbed your clit as he slowly fingered you. He moved up and kissed you; rough and slopping as your tongues clashed. He quickened his fingers in you, as the teasing finally stopped. You moaned into his mouth as you felt your first orgasm building. Your pussy tightened around his fingers as you came with a loud moan. Your chest heaved up and down as you came down from your high and he pulled his fingers out, sticking them in his mouth and sucking all your juices.

“You taste sweet as ever.”

He got up and took his clothes off as you admired his figure. Your eyes never left his cock as soon as he pulled his pants and underwear off. He spit in his hand and moved down and started pumping himself a couple of times before hooking your knees under his arms and pushing them to your chest. You felt the tip of his cock rub and down your folds before he slowly pushed into you, making you both gasp out in pleasure. You felt your eyes unconsciously roll back as he started to move his hips. The feeling of his cock dragging against your gummy walls had you gripping onto his biceps as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into you. The tip of his cock kissed your sweet spot over and over; as his pelvic bone rubbed your clit as you could feel your second orgasm building. You opened your eyes and saw the intense focus on your husband's face.

“Toshi baby, please. I need to cum.”

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Make a mess all over my cock like you always do.”

The words sent you over the edge as you cried out, your orgasm hitting you hard. His thrusts became sloppier as you knew he was close as well. You pulled him down and smashed your lips against his, tongues fighting each other as his hips stilled, his load shooting deep within your womb. His movements slowed and he stopped, kissing you slowly.

“I love you.” He said, kissing you passionately as he pulled out of you, earning a small whine. He kissed down your body from your chest until he slowly started lapping at your mixed cums. The cum that was seeping out of your pussy, he gathered with his fingers and pushed it back into you, making you moan again. His tongue latched onto your clit as his fingers moved faster than they were before.

“Toshi, it's too much.” Your hands gripped the side of the couch as you felt your third orgasm building quicker than your first two.

“Cum for me. One more time.” That’s all it took for you to fall over the edge again, throwing your head back and gushing around his fingers for the third and final time. Tears pricked at your lashes as he came back up and put his fingers by your lips. “Suck.”

You opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers, moaning around them while staring into his eyes. You pulled away from them with a pop and let out a small yelp as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. He gave your ass a smack as he took you to the bedroom.

“I’m definitely not done with you. I’ll fuck you as many times it takes until your nice and pregnant.”

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[hopeless-ro-simptic]

Familiar Cerulean Eyes - Finale (Part 23)

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The Finale is finally here! So sorry it took for freaking ever. There may or may not be a spin off and there may or may not be a sequel but I am not promising either of those things right now, because ya girl can’t stick to deadlines. I hope you guys enjoy this and thank you so much for getting me to nearly 1k followers! Maybe we can hit it by the end of the night! 

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Warnings: Depictions of violence, blood, injuries, head trauma, fighting, you know the drill by now. 

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Dabi nudged you forward out into the crisp night air, following closely behind and pulling you into the shadows of the night as the two of you took in the battle scene in front of you. Spinner and the Dragon hero Ryuku were the two closest to you, whereas Endeavor, Shigaraki, Aizawa and Kurogiri were all fighting on the other side of the torn apart parking lot. You barely caught a glimpse of ice slicing through the air, met by blue flames just around the edge of the building as Dabi guided you forward and into the hiding space behind some bushes that had yet to be disrupted. Dabi was silent as he pointed to a building down the street, a warehouse just two blocks away. If you two could get over there, Dabi could get you to safety and then go provide help for the others

There wasn’t much coverage between here and the building though. You would have to sprint and hope that no one noticed the two of you. Dabi’s eyes were fixated on the battle, a slightly worried look crossing his features when you both noticed that the heroes seemed to have the upper hand. Reaching out your hand to intertwine with his, getting his attention on you, you pressed a quick peck to his lips, your fingers squeezing around his briefly before you nodded towards the warehouse in the distance, tugging on him lightly.

You needed to get to safety. If you could get away, then Dabi could go back and help the others. Everyone could still get out of this. Especially if your decoys got their jobs done.

With one look back to the battlefield, Dabi nodded, giving you a short count down with his fingers, waiting for the opportune time for Spinner to get the dragon-heroes back to the both of you before the two of you took off down the street.

Your feet pounded against the concrete as you forced your legs to move as fast as they could, Dabi racing along just behind you glancing behind himself every few feet to see what was going on. You were halfway there! So close and you’d be safe, at least for the moment. You barely turned your head to look at Dabi, hope blooming in your chest only to come crashing down as you were tackled to the ground, a flash of ice and fire flying past you, the bunny hero blocking your vision as she held down your struggling body.

“Stop struggling- damn omega’s.” She roughly rolled you onto your stomach pinning your arms behind your back despite your kicking and scratching at her skin, hisses leaving your lips as you spit at her. Your resistance didn’t matter though, the alpha rabbit hero was much stronger than you were, pressing her knee to your back to hold you down as she spoke into the coms.

“I’ve located and captured the omega. She’s unharmed but she’s fighting.”

You could hear a staticky voice speaking through the other end of the line from the comms in her ear but couldn’t understand it. You tried to focus, searching your field of vision for ice or fire, any sign of Dabi or Shoto, but you couldn’t see them. Could only hear the sounds of fighting in the distance and a persistent ringing in your ear.

“Got it, I will evacuate the omega and come back to assist.”

“No! Let go of me!” You screamed, thrashing about as the alpha picked you up throwing you over her shoulder, with ease, a glimpse of blue catching your eyes in the distance, followed by a flash of orange light.

The alpha ignored your hits and struggles, shifting so she had a good hold of you preparing to take off with her enhanced rabbit like speed. You couldn’t help the sob that broke out from your lips, feeling the panic of the situation starting to take over. If she got you away, you might never see Dabi again. Or Shigaraki, or Kurogiri, Spinner, Toga, Twice-

“Let her go. Now.” Twice’s voice rang out making the hero take pause, both voices agreeing for once with a matching ferocity. Twice’s normally confusing mixed scent was sharp and heavy in the air. Gone were any notes of sweetness coming from the beta, all that remained was a rotten scent that burned your nose, making your eyes water.

You felt the sudden stiffness in the rabbit hero, felt the second she tensed up, a shift in her own scent making you freeze as well, glancing around with what little movement you still had while she still clutched you tightly. In a circle, all around you, trapping the rabbit hero in place, stood the copies of the same figure, his face no longer comically switching from emotion to emotion, a matching look of hatred on each face, his black and grey uniform tattered and soaked in blood in the exact same place on each clone.

“Shit.” You heard the hero mutter under her breath, shifting her stance as she took in the same information you did. Twice had duplicated himself, not once, not twice, but six times and it looked like he was still going, all his anger converged onto one spot, the rabbit hero.

“Hawks… Hawks come in. I need assistance… Twice duplicated himself. Hawks!” The hero screeched into his comms unit as she twisted this way and that, narrowly dodging the nimble attacks coming at her from all sides. But she couldn’t dodge all of them, she was very much so outnumbered at this point, and one solid kick to her gut had her loosing her grip on you, one of the duplicates catching you before you slammed against the ground, pulling you away from her grasp as the rest of them converged onto her.

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Shigaraki took in the scene around him, anxiety creeping up his throat making him itch as he met eyes with the flame hero in front of him. He was trapped. Kurogiri was all but caught and there was no way out this time. The flame hero wasn’t giving the villain any chance to get near him let alone touch him. At first Shigaraki had the upper hand, with his speed and reactions, but Endeavor proved himself to be better in drawn out battles. The scrannier alpha was already wearing out, growing frustrated. Whereas Endeavor, while he wasn’t in the best condition, he was definitely still ready to fight, still madly grinning and taunting the villain opposite him.

Watching the fired up alpha in front of him, ignoring his rants, Shigaraki couldn’t help but compare him to the blue flamed alpha that had become one of his closest friends. He wasn’t sure how he didn’t see the similarities before, they both were so full of themselves, yet both had, annoyingly, the strength to back it up.

With his back to the building behind him, fire on either side of him raging, the only place Shigaraki could go was straight forwards. Straight to Endeavor. He barely registered the pain from the scratching at his neck. This wasn’t at all how this was supposed to go. What should he do…

A million thoughts ran through his mind as he tuned out the sounds of Endeavor insisting the villain just give up, just turn himself in, but Shigaraki’s brain kept looping back to the same one, the briefest of sad smiles that had crossed his omega’s lips when she had seen the Lilly he left on her window. He had only paused briefly, looking back in the dark night, seeking out her pale face in her window. Her eyes searched the ground for his shadowy figure, but he knew she couldn’t locate him. He was just about to turn away when her eyes landed on the little white flower, delicate fingers wrapping around the stem, he lips tilting up ever so slightly before a choked sob rang out through the night. He had stood there for far longer than he planned, listening to the sounds of her crying, his fingers scratching away insistently at his neck before he finally forced himself to leave.

He knew she was here. He wasn’t stupid. While she was decent enough at hiding her scent to others, he had always been hypersensitive to it, picking it out of a crowd blocks away. It had exploded in his mind the second that the walls had come down, sticking to the outskirts of the battlefield. He couldn’t help but be furious at the fact that she was here, at the fact that she was being put into danger again, because of him, again.

If he was able to get out of here, he had half a mind to snatch her up and force her to go with him, it worked for Dabi so why couldn’t he try it?

Because she would hate him even more than she already did.

But Shigaraki wasn’t sure he would care if it meant she was safe.  

He couldn’t control the deep inhale he took, how her scent filled all of his senses, seeming far closer than it was before, and he couldn’t help but revel in the solace he found in that honey soaked scent. If he did die here today, at least he got to be near her one more time. Just being near her was enough.

No one even saw it coming, the blast that took Endeavor off of his feet, embedding him into the concrete wall of the building across the street. Nor did they know what to do when they saw where the blast came from, the fighting on the field pausing as everyone watched in shock.

The yellow swirling shockwaves fizzled out, leaving deep blue eyes staring into flaring red one’s, a look of angry determination on her face. Without hesitation she propelled herself forward with her quirk, closing the distance between herself and the villain in front of her, dropping to her feet just a few feet away. A challenge in her eyes.

“Nejire stay back! What are you doing!” Her mentor yelled, pushing off of the ground and into the air, flinging Spinner away from her using her tail as she raced to get to her sidekick.

She was too slow though. It all happened so fast, one heartbeat and Shigaraki was staring at the periwinkle-haired heroin in front of him, a feral smile breaking across his features as understanding flit across his face, words floating through a silent bond between them, the next his hands were around her throat, all ten fingers touching as he pulled her against him, his thumbs tilting her head up to meet his lips against hers.

The shriek of agony that left the dragon heros mouth as Nejire’s palm moved up, her quirk shooting out to blast the dragon away as she neared the two echoed throughout the entire block, her focus remaining on the alpha in front of her, fingers of her other hand sliding into his hair as he pressed further against her a growl of approval rumbling through the air.

Finally, they separated, but Shigaraki’s fingers stayed around her throat, mist surrounding the two, Shigaraki smirking wildly as Aizawa slumped to the floor, tears filling his eyes as he struggled to keep them focused on the villain in front of him, anger flashing through his face as he took in the scene of his previous student, promising young hero, and the UA traitor.

It wasn’t until the mist almost swallowed them whole did Shigaraki drop his hold, instead moving three fingers to caress the young omega’s cheek looking down at her with something that made Aizawa’s blood boil.

The shock that crossed Shigaraki’s face, however, was worth it, as Aizawa’s binding cloth tightened itself around Nejire’s waist, yanking her from the villains grip and back towards the ground out of the mist. A shriek of pure agony leaving her lips as she fought against his hold. Shigaraki reaching his hand out towards the omega only to be swallowed whole by the mist and disappearing completely.  

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Your feet ached, your lungs burned, your eyes were filled with tears making it hard to see, but none of that would stop you. Forcing yourself to ignore the pain you shot forward, you had to go faster, you had to make it in time.

There. Fifty yards in front of you, a mixture of blue and red flames, ice slicing through the air as they danced around each other. The two alphas were ruthless with each other, neither of them holding back as they fought. Their scents tainted by the metallic scent of blood in the air, the smell only spurring you to push your legs faster as your chest constricted in fear. Fear for your mate, fear for your friend. Fear for them both.

Dabi narrowly dodged a spear of ice sent his way, only to spin around and throw a column of his blue flames towards the younger alpha, only to be met with Shoto’s own flames, the colors meeting in the middle just for Shoto’s flames to quickly become overpowered by Dabi’s, Shoto having to quickly slam an ice barrier in place before he was engulfed in blue fire.

Shoto moved quickly, shooting ice from his right hand, sliding on it and looping around Dabi, circling him as he threw ice attack after ice attack with deadly accuracy. Dabi countered with his own attacks doing little more than simple melting the ice spears before they could land a hit, before he got fed up, slamming his fist to the ground blue fire erupting out from him in a wide circle, melting Shoto’s ice causing him to trip and tumble to the ground.

Neither male slowed at all, Shoto rolling out of the way of a shot from Dabi, only to jump to his feet and throw his own attack back, countering Dabi’s fire with his own once again meeting in the middle. You could see it now, the way that it was taking incrementally longer for Dabi’s flames to overcome Shoto’s. Dabi was still stronger, still at the advantage at this point, but he was quickly wearing down. You were growing closer, fear striking your heart as you noticed the single streak of blood dripping from the staples under his eyes. He was going to burn himself up if you didn’t stop them.

You weren’t the only one noticing he was being run down though. Shoto’s eyes lighting up with a newfound determination as he sent blast after blast, ice spear after ice spear towards the dark haired alpha, creating new pathways for him to slide along in a wide circle around him, Dabi barely keeping up now as he melted the ice while still countering the fire attacks at the same time.  

All at once everything shifted, time feeling like it slowed down to a crawl as you watched Shoto shift from sliding on ice, to standing still his stance wide. You felt like you were running through molasses watching as Shoto brough both of his hands together, his right-hand curling into a fist minus his first two fingers, pointed directly at Dabi, his left curling around the outside of his other hand as he aimed, bracing himself. Your heart plunged at the sight, as you lunged forward. You had only seen him do this move once before, back in a training session, and Shoto had immediately ruled it as too dangerous to be used in a fight, only to be used as a last resort. It wasn’t just dangerous; it could kill a person.

He didn’t care at this point if he hurt the villain in front of him. To him, that villain had kidnapped his omega, had hurt them, forced them into a bond. Shoto wasn’t going to stop, not without knowing the truth.

You had to tell him.

“Stop!”

You saw the second that the ice started growing, only to be consumed by red flames, blue flames building from behind you as you forced yourself in between the two, holding out your arms to make yourself as big as you could, closing your eyes to ignore the fear gripping your heart at the fire surrounding you, as you were engulfed in a swirl of red and blue light, something hitting you right under your ribs, stealing your breath away as pain bloomed in your abdomen and chest the force knocking you back, both fires dying out quicker than they started at the sound of your cry of pain. [MF1] Dabi had quicker reflexes, sliding to his knees and catching you in his arms just before your head would have smacked the ground. Shoto on the other hand stood frozen, shock clear on his face as he took in the scene in front of him.

Tears streamed down your face as you whimpered, Dabi immediately tearing at your clothes to check the damage, noting the already purple bruise just under your ribs. It spread across half of your upper body some places growing darker than others, especially you’re the last three ribs on your left side. The damage would have been worse if the ice hadn’t of melted at the touch of your quirk. If it was Dabi, or anyone else, it would have pierced straight through, skewering them.  You took in a rattling breath, another cry forced out from the pain as you tried to sit up only for Dabi to tense his hold on you, softly telling you to stay still, don’t move, you’ll make it worse.

It didn’t stop you from reaching up and gently placing your hand against his cheek, wiping away tears of blood slipping down his face.

The stunned sound, like a choked growl, that left Shoto’s lips had both you and Dabi tensing up, blue flames erupting around you like a protective bubble, Dabi’s lips curled back in a snarl as he stared at the two toned alpha mere feet away.

“I’ll kill you.”

“No don’t, don’t hurt him please.” Your voice was meek, but Dabi still glanced towards you, a look of frustration and a hint torture in his eyes. He would have to hurt Shoto if the two of you had any chance to get away and his quirk was already overused.

You heard a blast followed by shouts come from the parking lot, a scream followed piercing the air in a sound of pure anguish. The sound made you all pause, Dabi’s fire flickering out, your stomach turning as you tried to discern whose wails of agony were echoing around the block.

Those sounds were quickly forgotten though, Shoto dropping into a fighting stance once again though hesitating slightly as he took in how Dabi curled more protectively around you, fire burning in his eyes threatening to overcome him. He wouldn’t let Shoto take you.

“Let her go Dabi.”

“Not a chance, brat.”

You forced yourself up into a sitting position, Dabi letting out a strangled sound as you wavered like you were going to pass out before you steadied once again putting yourself between the two brothers, your voice shaking as you pleaded softly.

“Stop. Shoto stop. Let us go.”

“Move out of the way y/n.” Shoto’s face was guarded, his hands up and prepared to attack at a moments notice.

You didn’t.

“Y/n please. Move out of the way.”

You stared him down, your fingers reaching back and curling around Dabi’s hand, feeling the radiating heat coming from inside him. You knew he couldn’t fight much longer. Not without killing himself. But he would if he had to if it protected you.

“Y/n he’s dangerous! A villain! He will kill you.” The exasperation was showing on his face, the frustration and confusion in his voice. The betrayal. Part of your heart felt like it broke as you watched him.

“He won’t hurt me.”

“Y/n,” Dabi’s whisper had your eyes flicking over as to where the swirling black mist was growing a mere few feet away from you, relief drenching your system as Dabi carefully stood behind you, helping you up as well, tense and ready to block any attacks from Shoto who no doubt had taken notice of the mist as well, growing restless as he started to raise his voice at you.

“How can you know? How can you be so sure?” He was already shifting to put himself between the two of you and the portal, as Dabi tried to counter by guiding you in a ever moving circle.

“I just know, you have to trust me Shoto.” Two toned eyes looked back at you with disbelief, almost disgust as he matched you step for step, staying between the two of you and the portal, Dabi’s grip on you tightening, ready to snatch you and run at the blink of an eye.

“Do you realize how ridiculous you sound? How crazy? How stupid?! Even if he doesn’t hurt you, he’s a villain! I can’t just let him go! He kills people Y/n! For fun! And you want to be with that?”

“I love him!”

Shoto snorted, his calm and rational demeanor seeming to be stripped away as he glared at you. This time there was no doubting the disgust crossing his features as he sneered back.

“What would Touya think of you now?”

“He is Touya! You snapped, a snarl leaving your lips that rivaled that of an alpha, pulling away from Dabi and stepping towards Shoto who took an incremental step back, your fists curled. You felt like you were seeing red, your usually sweet scent that you had grown used to hiding flaring out and turning rotten and burnt flooding the area.

Dabi froze the second the words came tumbling out of your mouth, and you could feel the shock radiating off of Shoto as what you said processed. Could see the moment where things clicked in his mind as his gaze shifted to the dark haired male behind you that was littered with scars and held together by staples, taking a deep inhale of his familiar scent which you could tell Dabi was allowing to leak out more than normal.

“You’re supposed to be dead”

“My death was … greatly exaggerated.”

You watched as the two males stared at each other, both with guarded expressions, stances tense, ridged. A fight blooming behind Shoto’s features as he warred with himself on what to do. It almost looked like he was about to say something, but stopped short, the portal behind him dissolving away and a new one appearing at Dabi’s back. Kurogiri must have a visual on you.

You felt Dabi’s fingers wrap lightly around your wrist, pulling you back to him which you allowed, your eyes focused on Shoto’s form, your own expression wary as you watched him struggle within himself. Just a few more second and you two will be gone. Safe.

Just when you felt Dabi relax, the portal almost completely covering your vison, red flames flared to life, hurtling towards the two of you as Shoto let out a roar that echoed throughout the streets. You reacted quicker than Dabi, shoving him back and using your body to block the flames, feeling something stirring in your mind as they disappeared around you, clenching your fist as Shoto marched towards you, a look of determination on his face.

You didn’t give him the chance to attach again, swinging your fist, you felt it when you connected with his jaw, saw the surprise crossing his features. Not at the fact that you punched him, not at the fact that it clearly hurt. But at the fire that accompanied it, red flames dancing from your skin, red flames that matched his perfectly. Like you had somehow stolen them. No… like you had absorbed them.

You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face, turning your hand and watching the flames move across your skin, bending to your will. You glanced over to Shoto, confusion covering his face before something else, maybe awe mixed with slight terror as he stumbled back from you, ice coating his body instantly as you hurled the fire at him again and again, forcing him to back up step by step, further away from you, from Dabi.

You advanced on him, watching as he stumbled the the ground, looking up at you, anxiety clear in his scent as you glared down at him, feeling that same ice he used against you earlier prickle at your fingers until it grew into a spear like shape that you held to his throat, warning clear as day in your voice.

“Leave us alone. You will not tell anyone that he is alive or I swear to god I will hunt you down myself. He’s mine. And you will not hurt him.” The growl that ripped through your throat had Shoto tensing up all over again, Ice sticking to his skin as he built up a protection against his own powers used against him.

You paused for a moment, feeling the ice shard melting in your hand, like the power behind it was dissolving, snarling at the Alpha beneath you one more time before you released the hold on the ice spear, it landing in a watery splash acrossed his chest as you spun and stalked back towards a stunned Dabi, waiting by the portal.

“They will come after you, you know! You’ll be labeled as a villain now.  They will hunt you down like the rest of them.”

“Let them. Being a villain doesn’t sound so bad. Besides, we both know who the real villains are.” You threw over your shoulder, pausing once you reached Dabi and the portal, one foot in before you glanced back to one of your oldest friends, ignoring the ping of pain and guilt that gripped your heart at the sight. “Tell Endeavor I’m coming for him, and I won’t be silenced anymore.”

 --

Stepping out onto the rooftop high above the city scape below, you couldn’t help but curl up again Dabi for heat the wind whipping your hair around you wildly. You were careful to not move too much, the pain that you were able to ignore back in full swing, Dabi holding up most of your weight as you shuffled closer to your pack. Spinner was sitting on the roof, looking exhausted as he watched from afar the jumbled mess that surrounded the two beta’s.

Twice had Toga laid out on her back on the roof, several of his doubles surrounding her including one of Toga’s own self, looking just as beat up as her original, a blood transfusion already started between them as Twice took care to wrap her head as delicately as he could, several other doubles of him tending to her other wounds. One double, or maybe it was the original, caught your eye, a short nod to confirm she would be okay.

You breathed a sigh of relief, eyes moving over to where Shigaraki stood at the edge of the roof, looking down, his face a mask that you couldn’t read. Dabi and you made your way over to him, Kurogiri waiting nearby for orders.

“What’s the plan boss? We can’t stay here for long, they will be searching the area all night for us.”

Shigaraki wouldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene below and you stepped forward, peering down below the flashing lights of the police below as well as first responders. Heroes scattered the area, many already seeming to be searching around the rubble for any information they could gather, other’s being tended to with first aid. Endeavor was no where to be found for the time being. Neither was Shoto.  

But you knew within a second that none of that was what had Shigaraki’s attention. Your eyes zeroing in on the blue haired female that was currently being shoved into a police car, her hands cuffed behind her back; spitting, and kicking wildly. You don’t think you recognized her, but judging by her outfit, you had a feeling she was a hero, at least up until tonight.  

Once the door to the car was closed, the girl out of view, Shigaraki snapped his eyes up, them snagging on your own for a brief moment, emotions swimming in the sea of red before he turned to his crew his voice gruff and annoyed sounding.

“We need to assume all of our safe houses have been compromised. Need to restart. Build up our inventory again, make a new base. Somewhere fresh. Any ideas?

--

“It has been two weeks since the battle between our heroes and the group known as the league of villains. What had started out as a rescue mission for what was believed to be an omega hostage, quickly went south as it was confirmed that the omega hostage was in fact a member of the league. After a gruesome battle in which the building was collapsed and both number 2 hero Hawks and number 5 hero Miriko were injured, the league unfortunately got away. Not much is known about the new mystery omega member. Hero Endeavor has shared in his speech this afternoon that police believe the omega was an orphan who grew up on the streets who goes by the name ‘Y/n L/n’. Her quirk is reported to be a kind of nullification quirk that only works on herself, though there is not a lot of information on it. It is believed that Y/n has been working with the league for some time now in the shadows and that they are considered to be a dangerous threat. Any information about her whereabouts or sightings would be appreciated if handed over to the authorities immediately.”

Dabi’s snort at your side had you punching his shoulder lightly. You heard him grumble something about how you were as dangerous as a mouse and couldn’t help but roll your eyes as your attention fell back to the screen in front of you, your fingers resuming their braiding of Toga’s blond hair as she sat on the floor in front of you.

It seemed as though Shoto had kept quiet about your fight, either that or the media wanted you to believe that. You weren’t sure.

“In shocking news, after many speculations, the UA traitor has been officially confirmed as third year student and intern Nejire Hado, also known by her previous hero name –“

The TV cut off, much to Toga’s complaint, the dark screen reflecting your packmates faces, a pair of narrowed red eyes appearing behind you from the hallway. Sensing the other alpha in the room, Spinner turned and shot a barely veiled concerned smile towards him, holding up a glass with a dark brown liquid swirling in it.

“Boss! Did you hear? Y/n is officially considered dangerous! Cause for celebration don’t you think?”

“I’ll consider her dangerous when she stops jumping every time someone comes around a corner. How is her training coming Dabi?”

“She’s getting there, her quirk is definitely different than what we thought, but still testing out the limits. Still not sure if her ability to use the absorbed powers are based on a time limit or amount of stored energy.” Dabi looked over to you and you nodded. You didn’t want anyone to get their hopes up yet, but the two of you had been practicing a lot and noticing different things about your quirk that you never stopped to pay attention to before. Like the surge of power you felt after being hit by someone’s quirk. You hadn’t been able to control it as well as you did that night, but yesterday you were able to light Dabi’s cigarette with his own flames. Small progress was still progress.

“Good, whatever it is keep going, I need her in fighting condition sooner rather than later. We’ve got a big mission coming up and I need all players in the game.”

“What’s the mission?” The question came from Twice this time, his attention being piqued.

The smile that broke across Shigaraki’s face was maniacal. Not for the first time did you seriously wonder about this man’s sanity. But it all clicked into place as his words came out.

“We are going to break into the prison.”

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Undone & Divine

Sakusa x f!reader

tw: sacrilege, smut, dubcon, oral (m! and f!receiving), inappropriate use of a confessional

a/n: the product of priest!Sakusa brainrot with @temptemi, endless google searches of catholic practices, and clips from the movie, Novitiate. i couldn’t fit everything i wanted in here so there will be a Part 2!

ty: to the wonderful @bohica160 and @oneblonded for beta reading and to @betheydocrimewrites​ for your tremendous help with grammar and wording!

tg: @hqintheclub​

wc: 2.7k+

Komori was running out of time. Unlike his siblings, he had yet to find a vessel to inhabit or a child of god to corrupt. These tasks were vital for any child of Satan and Komori was starting to feel the pressure. While he had no ambitions to take over his father’s place, Komori didn’t want to be sent into exile for failing as a demon. After mulling over his options, he decided to kill two birds with one stone by corrupting a priest and nun who would in turn bring him into the human world as their child.

That was when Komori stumbled upon an old abbey in a small rural town where he found a priest running away from his past and a young nun with a secret. The situation was almost too good to be true, from the guilt that festered in their hearts despite the hours of prayer and fasting they carried out, to the fear of their sins coming back to haunt them that always had them on edge. They were fragile despite how strong in their faith they appeared and that was what made them succumb to their lust.

The dilation of Father Sakusa’s pupils when he watched you enter the chapel still clad in your white novitiate veil and habit. The dust of pink on your cheeks when you met his darkened gaze before bending over to press a chaste kiss on his hand. They were both clear indicators of a carnal attraction between the two of you, and that was what singled both of you out to Komori, who looked forward to giving you two the relief you wanted—no, needed—deep down.

While others prayed, fasted, donated to charities, or volunteered in church activities as penance, Kiyoomi Sakusa found those acts ineffective when it came to repenting for his sin. It wasn’t until he decided to take his vows to become a priest that he finally felt at ease after that cursed night. He’d been young and stupid, drinking with his buddies and taking a drive to one of their lake houses. He should’ve done more to stop one of his friends from getting completely hammered. He should’ve stopped him from jumping off the dock into the dark murky lake waters. But above all, Sakusa should’ve jumped in to save his friend instead of fleeing the scene with the others under the pretense of “getting help”.

Unfortunately, that divine peace he felt only lasted a while before he started seeing his friend’s dead face, bloated and discolored, in his church’s baptismal font. Sakusa fasted and prayed for two days straight after that frightening vision. On the third day, when dawn broke and delicate sunlight spilled into the white stone chapel from the tall arched windows, he received an answer to his prayers in the form of a priest visiting from another parish. In his desperate search for inner peace, Sakusa packed up and left the town he’d grown up in for a derelict abbey looking for a priest eight hours away in the middle of nowhere.

It was a ghastly old thing and the cawing murder of crows and late autumn season didn’t help. The abbey consisted of a group of rundown masonry buildings connected by a cloister. The lawn that surrounded the abbey wasn't in any better shape, covered in overgrown grass and littered with weeds. It also seemed to serve as a cemetery, as hinted by the dozens of tombstones strewn around. There was an uneasiness that settled into Sakusa’s stomach the longer he examined the abbey that would become his home. It had none of the inviting warmth he was used to feeling from holy grounds, and if not for the black cross perched atop of the bell tower, he would not have believed the old structure before him to be an abbey—let alone an active one.

If Sakusa had any doubt of life within those rundown stone walls, the haunting tolling of the church bell quelled that disbelief, and the line of nuns that spilled from the chapel’s front door’s stamped it out completely.

Despite the terrible physical condition of the abbey, the ghost of Sakusa’s deceased friend didn’t find him there and that in itself made it the best place on God’s earth. He truly believed that he’d received a heavenly sign from the Lord himself and jumped headfirst into his work to restore the neglected abbey into a sanctuary welcome to all who needed it. With the flame of his faith burning strong within his heart, he welcomed the new influx of novitiates with enthusiasm until his eyes met yours.

It was then that a gust of wind caused his flame to flicker.

Sakusa couldn’t get enough of you. He watched you more than he should have during Mass and thought of you all the time. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever beheld, with your bright eyes, soft lips, captivating smile, and lilting voice. When only seeing you during Mass wasn’t enough, Sakusa took to stealing glances of you during your choir practice, maintenance chores, and between your classes and prayer sessions. He would have been content just watching you go about your day, but one day you caught him staring and instead of averting your eyes the way you should have, you blushed and gave him a shy smile. It was then that Sakusa realized he wanted more of you.

The first time you spoke to him and called him ‘Father’, Sakusa dreamt of you. He was in the confessional with you and listened to you confess to having impure thoughts. As he recommended an increase in prayer, your breath grew labored on the other side of the latticed opening. Sakusa kept speaking but leaned closer, only to feel your warm breath fanning his face and to make out noises he’d never expected from a bride of God. Blood rushed to his groin until his black slacks were suddenly too tight and his erection only grew the louder the lewd sounds became on the other side of the confessional.

It was that whiney mewl from your lips that broke Sakusa.

He leapt to his feet, exited his compartment, and yanked the door to yours open. You looked deliciously undone with your face flushed, fingers covered in your slick, and your hair flowing free after discarding your veil. Like an unhinged beast, Sakusa yanked you forward by your soft locks until you landed on your knees with a thud. You were directly in front of his tented pants, and before Sakusa could tell you what to do, you went to work, releasing his hardened cock from the confines of his clothing.

Shooting him a coy look, you wrapped your pretty lips around him and proceeded to bob your head as you sucked him off. The heat of your mouth, the tantalizing swirl of your tongue, the tightening of your throat when you took in his entire length and gagged. You felt incredible and it didn’t take long for Sakusa to come with a grunt, holding your head in place and shooting his load into your mouth.

The annoying chime of his alarm woke Sakusa up from his dream. Shutting off the alarm, he let out an involuntary curse when he saw the result of that vivid dream. His semen coated the inside of his underwear and half-hard cock. Shame overwhelmed him and he took an ice cold shower not only to cool off, but as punishment for dreaming of you, a sister of the faith, in such a sinful manner.

However, it seemed that his self-inflicted punishment wasn’t enough because, just as Sakusa was about to wrap up confession, the penitent’s compartment door opened and closed before your sweet voice addressed him.

“B-bless me father for I have sinned,” you pleaded, and a sick part of Sakusa wondered if you’d sound the same underneath him. “It has been… three months since my last confession.”

He could see why you were so hesitant to admit how long it had been since your last confession. As a nun, it was expected for them to participate in religious services more than the average Catholic, and that included stepping into a confessional and baring their soul to God.

Pride surged in his chest, knowing you trusted in him enough to break your drought and allow him to listen to your worries and advise you on them. It almost made him forget the wicked dream of you on your knees and with his cock in your wet and inviting mouth.

“I-I have been having… l-lascivious thoughts,” you admitted in a shaky voice. “Ever since I arrived and t-took my vows.”

Sakusa swallowed hard as the impossible scene from his dream started to play out. His cock twitched to life and he had a hard time finding his voice.

“And… these thoughts,” Sakusa started, shifting his weight on the hard wooden bench. “Can you elaborate on them?”

As Sakusa worked on convincing himself that his inquiry was strictly due to priestly duty and not as a result of his growing erection, you took a deep breath before speaking.

“They are about… you, Father.”

Your voice cracked at the last word and it sent Sakusa’s mind into a frenzy with images of you whispering that hallowed endearment in his ear while engaging in sinful acts. Sakusa’s right hand subconsciously drifted over his hardened cock and pressed on it before he sucked in a breath. 

“You may continue.”

You took in a ragged breath and sniffled while Sakusa fought the urge to press his face against the lattice wood panel. 

“I-I think… about you… at night when I’m alone. I imagine touching you, Father. I think about your warm hands on my skin. I wonder what it would be like to kiss… you.”

The relief that washed over Sakusa the longer you spoke was like rich wine—bitter but intoxicating. He closed his eyes and pictured the scenes you spoke of while he palmed his erection.

“L-last night I even dreamt of you, Father.” 

Sakusa’s eyes snapped open and he retracted his hand as if burned by the flames of hell itself.

“We were here… in the confessional, and I was telling you about these… these s-sinful thoughts.” A choked sob escaped your lips before you continued. “And as you relayed my penance, I-I couldn’t help myself and started… t-touching myself.”

“How?” Sakusa demanded with a growl as his hands gripped the bench he sat on.

You gasped and Sakusa saw your fingers pressed against the panel. “F-Father are you alr—”

“No,” Sakusa rasped, leaping to his feet. “I want you to show me.”

He stepped out of his compartment before yanking the door to your compartment open. He was heaving as his eyes focused on your trembling form perched up on the bench. Your eyes were wide in shock as tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. With a jolt, your trembling hands flew to your head to straighten your crooked coif and veil.

“Don’t!” Sakusa ordered, shutting the door behind him. “In fact, I want you to take it off.”

“B-but, Father, I-”

“Think of this as your penance.” Sakusa drawled, his voice low with desire. “Now, take off your veil, hike up your habit, and spread your legs for me, Sister Y/N.”

You hesitated, as if hoping he’d change his mind, before doing what he asked with a fresh set of tears welling up in your eyes. You carefully removed your black veil and the white coif before gingerly setting them aside. Then with one last questioning glance at Sakusa, you took in a shaky breath and leaned back on the bench, gripping the thick skirt of your black habit and hiking it up almost tantalizingly.

You wore a pair of heeled Oxfords over a set of white stockings that went up just below your knees. Sakusa kept his gaze fixed on your legs, and when the soft flesh of your thighs peered beneath the rough fabric of your habit, he fell to his knees in front of you. The sudden action made you jump, and you drew your legs together to Sakusa’s displeasure. When your white underwear was finally exposed to Sakusa’s hungry eyes, his patience had worn thin. His hands gripped your knees and spread your legs apart.

Sakusa had almost felt bad about making you expose yourself to him, but when his eyes zeroed in on the damp spot of fabric over your cunt, any guilt he might’ve felt melted away. You squirmed under the scrutiny of his gaze and let out a series of whiny sounds that went straight to Sakusa’s cock.

“F-father, what are you—Ah!”

He pressed his face against your clothed cunt and inhaled, causing you to jerk away. Sakusa’s arms immediately curled around your thighs and held you in place as his tongue darted out and tasted your arousal.

Your entire body trembled and you threw your head back as the sweetest mewl escaped your lips. Like a switch had gone off in his head, Sakusa growled before devouring your clothed pussy. He lapped up your slit, from your cunt to your clit and vice versa. His lips circled around your swollen clit and he sucked until you were bucking your hips into his face.

When your panties were completely drenched with your slick and Sakusa’s saliva, his hands traveled up and his fingers curled underneath the band before sliding them down.

“Lift up your hips,” Sakusa demanded and you did as you were told without protest.

Tossing the garment to the side, he glanced up at you to find your face flushed and your pupils blown out. Sakusa smirked before delving his tongue into your dribbling cunt and held you in place as you writhed above him.

He ate you out like a starving man, and in a way, he supposed he had been starving when it came to women. His tongue fucked you while his nose poked and prodded at your twitching clit before switching to sucking on and flicking at your clit .

When one of your hands fell to his head and started pushing him against your bucking hips, Sakusa knew you were close and pressed his face into your cunt. He let you suffocate him with your thighs as he worked you to your climax.

Your body suddenly went rigid, and you came with a throaty cry. A gush of cum filled Sakusa’s mouth and covered his face as a series of tremors coursed through your body. After recovering his breath, Sakusa went right to cleaning you up with his tongue, while you sat back and recovered from your orgasm.

When he deemed your cunt clean enough, he retrieved your panties and you put them on, leaving a trail of kisses on one of your legs as the white material traveled up your leg.

“F-father,” you whimpered once your panties were snug around your hips. “H-have I been forgiven for my sins?”

Your innocent inquiry was like a splash of cold water that washed away the lust that had clouded his judgement. Sakusa’s eyes darted around the cramped compartment until they found a black iron cross that glared back at him. His face burned with shame, and the white clerical collar around his neck suddenly seemed too tight. The room itself became so stifling that Sakusa found it hard to breathe.

“Father?”

Worry flashed across your eyes as you lowered your habit and reached out to him. Guilt coursed through Sakusa, and he took a shaky step back before you could make contact with his hand. The expression on your face wavered, and Sakusa shot one last look at the cross behind you before fleeing the confessional and the horrific aftermath of his actions.

Komori was lounging on the dilapidated stone fence surrounding the abbey when he spotted the young priest rush out of the chapel, tugging at his collar and muttering a series of prayers as he fled the scene. Not long after him, the pretty nun Komori had chosen stepped out of the same chapel with a flood of tears streaming down her face. As Komori watched the nun rush to seek sanctuary in the abbey’s cloister, he clicked his tongue in disapproval and decided he would need a more hands-on approach for his plan to work.

[aku-jumbi]

@bohica160

[deepenthevoid]

7, 13, 11

Atsumu Miya x f!reader

A/N: (18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!)

This is secret Santa for @peterpark0ur ! :))) thank you to @bohica160 @rosesandtoshi @vanille--kiss thank you SO MUCH for beta’ing! This is my first fic in awhile (and first nsfw fic 😭) I hope you like it, pinky! :))

Warnings: dumbification, bff/fwb? to lovers trope, 1 bed trope, jealous/ possessive, breeding, oral (f receiving), rough sex, fingering, neck biting (mentioned once), slight slutshaming at reader, Degradation, dubcon, edging

WC: 3.8k

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Atsumu and Osamu Miya were not two sides of the same coin. If Osamu was a shiny silver tiny dime, Atsumu was a brassy, slightly larger, ten pennies. Osamu was simply a ten. Everyone knew it. Atsumu was also a ten, but he felt he needed to add more of himself to get to that point. He was not shiny, he was not singular in his equality. He was a force; People could move the things that made him the ten easily around like pennies. But ten pennies equals ten pennies no matter how you move them around or flip them, and ten pennies are always equal to a dime.

You had known Atsumu Miya early on due to his house being just down the street from yours and going to the same primary school. You were the quiet kid in class, who liked to read and draw and committed to all things art, and Atsumu was the class clown who’s brother was the class representative. Naturally, you two didn’t talk to each other. You had watched him grow and color his hair because you knew he wanted to be different from his brother. You always quietly watched from afar as he became loud and energetic- and slightly obnoxious if you’re being sincere- when he was around people. But as soon as he was alone, he would put his head down and doodle little pieces of artwork. You commonly saw the pieces on the desks at school, as you usually took cleanup duty rather than the volleyball team or another club. Sometimes it would be something goofy, like a volleyball or a chibi sticking its tongue out. Sometimes it was something you could tell had a little bit more focus put into it, like a flower or an open book. You always wanted to take pictures of the little drawings before you wiped them away, they were just so special to you.

How you met Atsumu and first became friends felt like fate. You had cleanup duty, as usual and had started on the row Atsumu usually sat at and wiped down the desks until you got to his. Today there was a little tree; It was a stick tree but you can see where he tried drawing blossoms. This time you luckily had your phone on you. You flipped it open and moved the charm so it was not dangling over the drawing, and snapped a picture. As you stood back up and admired the photo you heard someone clear their throat behind you and whipped your head around only to be facing, Atsumu Miya.

“Uh, hey! I just came here to grab my bag... I accidentally left it at my desk,” Atsumu mumbled, scratching the back of his wheat colored hair. A rush of heat colored your cheeks pink.

“Oh! Miya!” You didn’t know each other well enough yet to go on a first name basis. “Sorry! I always thought your artwork was cool… Sorry! I’ll move out of your way!” You stuttered and scrambled to the next desk, giving him space to grab what he needed to. He quickly walked down the aisle and grabbed his bag.

“I didn’t know anyone noticed them.” He let out a low laugh. You blushed and nodded. “So clearly, you know who I am, but what do I call you?

“I’m Y/N Y/LN.” Atsumu cracked a smile.

“You know, it’s kind of cool, I have a neighbor a couple houses down with that last name,” you nodded.

“That would be my parents.” Atsumu’s eyes grew large.

“No way! How come we never met before this?”

“Two different friend groups I guess.” You trailed off. Atsumu nodded and gave a knowing smile.

“Well, in that case, want to come over for my party on Saturday, Y/N?” You blinked. He used your first name... Which honestly felt kind of weird. You weren’t friends. “Oh, you can talk to me casually and call me Atsumu, by the way. If you call me Miya my brother might answer. Haha, you’re my friend though, not his yet.”

“O-okay. Yeah.. Atsumu. I’ll see if I can come over this weekend.” He gave you a look over and smiled.

“See you then, Y/N.”

Every day since then, when you went to clean up, instead of the drawings being on the desk, they were on a small sheet of paper. Sometimes they were on the back of a homework assignment but usually on a piece ripped out of a notebook. Under it was always written “#7’s girl.”

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6 years later.

Work was killer. While studying for university you took up a part-time job at a bar as a waitress. Your feet hurt after every shift, just to go home and study more made you exhausted. Alas, you knew you needed the schooling to get even a halfway decent job. The only thing you enjoyed was having the volleyball game up on the TV’s. You were able to watch Atsumu, now number 11. You were so proud as his setting skills grew and grew from Secondary school, to MSBY, to the Olympics now. It was all you could do to not skip work when he played, to sit down and watch.

Luckily, Osamu’s onigiri shop was right across the street and he knew more about volleyball then you could hope to, so sometimes you would go over there and talk with him about the game. The final match was coming up soon, after which Atsumu would be coming back. You hope he will win. Right now he was probably hard at work practicing. Or out partying...You sigh as you clock out after closing up the bar. You’re locking the door when you hear a voice behind you say, “what’s got you all doomin’ and gloomin’ for, darlin’?” You pause, then remind yourself that there’s no way that voice belongs to Atsumu. You plaster on a friendly smile for Osamu and turn around.

“Hey ‘Samu.” You greet him as he nods. You look up and notice it’s raining. Of course it is.

“How was work? I’m done too so I figured we could grab a bite somewhere and walk home.” You two share an apartment now that his ‘roommate-brother’ was gone and you moved out of your parents’ place. “Oh, by the way, we might have a guest this weekend-” he starts, before a car speeds by, running through a puddle and soaking you through. You don’t even know how to react. You’re so tired, you hang your head back and sigh again.

“That enough to doom and gloom about, ‘Samu?” You lightly joke. He shakes his head down.

“Let’s go home first and dry up. Then I’ll make you something or order takeout.” You nod and the two of you walk home, huddled together because you both forgot an umbrella.

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You hop out of the piping hot shower and sigh again, this time contentedly. You did your homework for this week. You smile, just breathing in the steamy air. There’s a knock on the bathroom door that breaks you from your reverie. “Hey darlin’. You done in there? Dinner ‘s done,” Osamu calls out. You never bring your clothes in the bathroom with you because your door is parallel to the bathroom door. You wrap the towel around you after scrunching the water out and walk out. Osamu avoids looking down too far, just enough to make eye contact with you. “I um, left it on the table.” You nod and brush past him to go to your room.

When you finish eating you go to knock on his door but hear noises coming from within. You put your ear up to the door and instantly blush. It’s a familiar sound, similar to the ones you make when you have your hand between your legs every night. You hear Osamu grunt then gasp and you stumble backwards, hurrying to your room. Madly blushing, you put on some music and try not to think about what face Osamu would be making- or following that train of thought and imagining it was Atsumu. You were breathless with the thoughts of his sweaty body. Just fantasizing about a bead of sweat going down his shoulder blades has you shuddering. You moan softly. You look over at your nightstand, then your door.

There wasn’t much to think about. You stood up and walked over to your door, locking it, and then rushed to your nightstand- hardly able to wait. Laying on your bed, you put your earbuds in and listen to an audio of someone working out, imagining it was Atsumu’s grunts and gasps. You grab the lube out and pull down your shorts and underwear. Putting some lube on the length of your fingers, you hesitate. Is this even right? You don’t have this sort of relationship with Atsumu, you’re best friends! Then the next grunt comes on and your fingers dive into your folds. Playing with yourself, you imagine these are not your fingers, but bigger ones. Ones callused with hard work. You gasp when you put pressure on your clit. You slowly start building your pace and make figure 8’s on your clit while you take your other hand and stick a finger inside yourself. You moan, imagining Atsumu prepping you. You know he would try to be gentle but end up being rough. He can’t ever hold back. The image of Atsumu being over you, coaxing you to cum is almost enough to send you over the edge. Then you imagine the sweat again. Oh god, the sweat. And his eyes, staring into yours. And him licking his lips before he gives that infamous smirk. You pinch your clit and come undone- his eyes bored into the back of your skull.

Afterwards, you lay there. You couldn’t wait until he gets back. He couldn’t get here early enough.

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It’s Saturday. You flip on your stomach and grab your phone. 1pm. That imagery really helped put you to sleep. You giggle to yourself then get up to get ready. You go to the door- Osamu’s up, you can hear him making breakfast. As you’re turning the knob to go help him, there’s a knock on your bedroom door. You smile and open it. Osamu is so funny, he seems to know when you’ll wake up. But it’s not Osamu there. It’s Atsumu. Your mouth drops to an ‘O’.

“Hey Princess. Sleep well?” You tear up. It’s been so long since you’ve seen your best friend. You slam the door shut in his face. You’re wearing a tanktop with no bra and some sweatpants without underwear on. You figured you wouldn’t need to wear underwear after last night. As a reminder, you start blushing. There is another knock on the door. “Y/N?” You hear him turn and mumble to his brother “I thought she was a morning person?” You don’t know what the response was but it caused Atsumu to snort. “We share the same face, jerk.” No they don’t. Osamu has delicate features. Atsumu has strong, overly masculine features. He’s looked to be one of Japan’s sexiest men. You open your door.

“Hey ‘Tsumu.” You mumble. He looks you up and down, focusing on your chest. Your face catches fire.

“‘Samu no wonder you like staying with her when she walks out like this.” Atsumu says meanly. You scrunch your eyebrows. Did you really make him that upset? Just by shutting the door in his face? You look him up and down. He’s wearing a similar outfit. White tank top and grey sweatpants. White and red air forces. Silver rings. You notice his ears are pierced now. You look at Osamu, confused. He shakes his head, not speaking. He goes back to cooking. You glare at Atsumu.

“Yeah, Miya? Says the one in grey sweatpants. Wow, nationals and the olympics really widened your fashion taste, didn’t it? Took it to a slutty new level!” You sneer at him. You used to be a quiet person unless someone got on your nerves. You pushed past him and cheerily greeted Osamu. “Hey ‘Samu! Good morning. Do you need help with breakfast or are you going to make a stupid remark too?” You were being cruel, you know this. Osamu didn’t do anything to you. He turned and gave you a level stare. You crossed your arms, steaming. Then stomped off to your room.

Realizing Atsumu would either be in Osamu’s room or a hotel room because you hadn’t gotten a couch yet you looked up at Atsumu and glared. “I hope you enjoy sleeping on the floor, Miya number 2! We don’t have a couch yet. Then again, Osamu’s bed is wide open!” He usually crashed in your bed growing up but if he was going to act like that he could forget it.

You opened your door and slammed it behind you, fuming. You didn’t go outside for a couple of hours.

Finally, around 6pm you heard a knock on the door again. Your anger had deflated by then but it temporarily spiked just thinking about earlier. “I don’t want to talk to you, Miya number 2!” You spat towards the door.

“It’s me, darlin’.” Osamu’s face came through. You softened a little. You couldn’t make the co-renter of this apartment angry. Your lease wasn’t up for 2 more months. You sighed.

“Come in.” He walked in, and shut the door behind him. He walked over to you at your desk, doing work for school. You are now several weeks ahead. He sighed.

“You know, punishing yourself for ‘Tsumu’s stupidity isn’t a good coping mechanism.” You ignored him, moving on to the next problem. He sighed again, then reached over and closed your book, making sure something marked the page as you whined.

“‘Samu.” You whined lowly. He smiled and picked you up, sitting you in his lap and you placed your head on his shoulder. He rubbed your back in a comforting way. You sighed and snuggled in, happily breathing in your friend’s scent. You eventually dozed off.

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You had only fallen asleep for what has felt like a moment, when you woke up to your door being slammed open. Blearily opening your eyes you see Atsumu standing in your doorway, staring at you and Osamu.

“You think this is funny, Osamu?” Atsumu growls lowly. You jolt awake, realizing Osamu has been holding you this whole time.

“I’m sorry, ‘Samu! Your legs must be asleep!”

“Get the fuck up.” Atsumu barks at you. Osamu quickly stands and nods an apology to you. As he’s moving to go past Atsumu, Atsumu grabs him by the throat. “You think you have any right to touch her? You don’t.” Osamu stares at him.

“Release me.” Atsumu lets go of him, albeit reluctantly. Glaring at Osamu all the while.

“Leave what’s mine alone.” Atsumu states, giving a nasty look at Osamu. Osamu looks over at you and gives you a once over to make sure you’re still okay and walks to his room. Atsumu turns and looks at you, clenching his jaw. “Looks like I’m sleeping with you tonight, ‘Princess’.” He states and turns and shuts the door, not bothering to lock it. He walks towards you and grabs your wrist, forcefully pulling you into him.. “You’re mine. Not Osamu’s. Not some rando in your stupid little bar. Mine.” He says. Then he drags you over to the bed by your wrist, leaving what you’re sure will be marks tomorrow.

When he throws you on the bed he looks at you under him. The look on his face is making you drip. His jaw is clenched and his eyes are narrowed. He looks animalistic. You want to moan. “What? Don’t know how to spread your legs for me? But you did it so easily for my brother, I’m sure.” You shook your head.

“Not ‘Samu. Only you ‘Tsumu. Only you.” He groans.

“Yeah? Yeah your my dumb little girl aren’t you? Fuck. I forgot how pretty you look under me, princess.” You can’t stop the moan from escaping this time. “What? What do you want me to do?”

“Ple- Atsumu please touch me please please please.” He rolls his neck back.

“Fuck. Do you know how good you sound when you beg?” He leans close, his breath warm by your ear. “You sound so good I want to eat you.” You cry out his name again, begging him to touch you to do something. “I don’t know, should I? You were pretty comfortable back there with my brother..”

“Atsumu please!” He smiles.

“Of course, my princess.” He takes off your tank top and sees that no, you definitely don’t have a bra on. He attacks your breast, kneading it and sucking on one nipple, licking circles around the tip. He does the same to the other then nips at it. You gasp and he sits up on his knees and smacks them. “Fuck, you look so good with my handprints on your body.” You moan and throw your head back and he attaches his mouth to them again, moving down your body slowly placing wet open kisses. He gets to your sweatpants line. He teases down until he realizes he isn’t grabbing panties either.

“Sweetheart, why aren’t you wearing anything under these?” He’s getting upset again.

“I- I couldn’t help myself last night…” He glances at you. Then smirks.

“Oh yeah? Show me.” He leans back and watches you as you take your sweatpants off, fully naked now. You don’t need any lube this time. Atsumu’s honey colored eyes are glued to between your legs as you circle your pussy. You lick your fingers and suck them and guide them to spreading your pussy lips to give him a full show. He groans when he sees how wet you are. He licks his lips. You swear his eyes darken. You bite your lips and take your other hand and start by running your two fingers up and down, occasionally dipping into your hole. “Hurry up with the show, doll.” But you know he doesn’t mean it with the way he’s rubbing himself.

“Take off your top, ‘Tsumu.” You command. He glances at your eyes. He rips off his top and continues, nodding at you to continue. Staring at his pectorals and biceps and-oh my god his rippling abs- you begin to circle your clit, releasing small moans when you take your thumb and press down harshly before pinching. Then you stop. “‘Tsumu, I want to feel you.” He wastes no time. He dives into your folds. His lips attach to your clit, sucking on it. The sudden attack on your nub has you squealing, grabbing his hair. “‘Tsumu!” You begin to chant. He stops suddenly, cutting off your high for the second time. He grins against your pussy.

“You taste so good, doll.” Then as he starts on your clit again as he sticks a finger into you. You arch your back. He laughs and the vibrations make you scream. He takes this as an opportunity to add yet another finger, scissoring them inside of you. Then he curls them in the right way and you feel that ache inside of you begin to burst. He eats you out through your orgasm, adding another finger and thrusting them into you, sending you into overstimulation. You begin to yelp, feeling the sensation building again when he pulls out. He takes off his pants and his dick jumps out. You missed him, yes, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss his dick too. He smirked and rammed into you without hesitation.

“You think Osamu could make you feel this good?” He says, while your eyes roll back into your head. “You think Osamu could fill you up this much?” He begins rocking back and forth, going in until the hilt then pulling out until only the tip was buried in you. You’re screaming, the stretch is burning but it feels so good. “I know what I need to do. I need to make sure a dumb little slut like you learns her place.” He starts fucking into you again. His thrusts are making the headboard slam into the wall and you’d feel bad for Osamu if you weren’t so preoccupied. “I’ll put a fucking baby in you. That’ll remind you who you belong to.” You moaned.

“Yes yes yes put a baby in me.” You squealed, gripping his arms as he put your legs over his shoulders. “Fill me up, ‘Tsumu. Please please please” He groaned, letting his head fall.

“God, Princess, you sound so good saying my name and begging. You’re so good. So good. I’m gonna have to fill you up.” You opened your eyes and made eye contact with him.

“Cum in me, Atsumu.”

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He leaned down and sucked your neck. His thrusts got sloppier and sloppier and you felt yourself peaking again and the rush fell over you and you felt yourself clamping down on his cock. He groaned and thrusted a couple times more, biting into your neck as he came. A rush of warmth flooded into you and you moaned. He reached down and started rubbing your clit, your hands moved to grip his back and you felt bad for leaving marks as you reached your peak yet again. When you came down again Atsumu pulled out and pulled on his sweats to go and take his tank top to put water on it.

“No point in getting a rag dirty.” He shrugged and wiped you down and himself. Then he crawled into bed next to you.

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You woke up the next morning, turning over to an empty space. Is that all you are to him now? Then you noticed something on your nightstand. He must’ve plugged in your phone. How sweet. But next to it was a drawing. Far better than the rest. Still pretty bad, though. A bunch of scribbles but pretty distinctly a woman’s head on a pillow. He drew a heart at the bottom and a note next to it. “Gone to go get a pregnancy test. If it’s negative we’ll try again tonight ;) Remember that you’re #11’s girl. -Miya #1.” You giggled and laid back down. He was Miya #1. No longer the 10 pennies, because you had to add 1 more. Your love, #11.

[sugamamacustard]

Let Me Help You (Part. 2)

Pairing:  Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Issei Matsukawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Takahiro Hanamaki x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Hurt/comfort.

Request: Oh boy, here we go!

Anon: hi!! can we get more of the omega depression drabbles/one shots? i would really like to see mattsun’s version and other characters you can think of!! the more angsty the better ;)p.s. luv your writing <3 also stay healthy, safe, and drink water !!

Anon:  Can you make part 2 of let me help you please. if not it’s fine with Mattsun and Makki

Anon: Could you do part 2 for the let me help you with makki and mattsun please if not that’s fine this is also my first time requesting something so i’m kinda nervous💕 

(Don’t be nervous at all, you did amazing!)

Anon:  Mamas, can I order a continuation of let me help you?? Please?? I need some fluff after that hurt 💕💕💕🥺🥺🥺

(Mamas anon! :DDD)

Anon: omg i love the omega depression!! please continue with the rest of the third years or a pt 2 with oikawa’s !! i love your writing!!

@bohica160​: Could we possibly get a part 2 with Oikawa please?  👉 👈  🥺

And I think that was all? You guys just really wanted this, and who am I to deny you? 

Summary: Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself? 

Author’s Note:  I kinda wanna post some self-indulgent OC stuff on here, but idk. It’s kinda crack-y and stupid. Also, we love to see a healthy relationship. Like Hanamaki’s and Matsukawa’s are so soft. Also, also, please note Hanamaki’s is heavily based off of my own experience with depression and the events after with my best friend, whom I will love and cherish forever. 

Requests: Open!

Part 1:  Here!

➵ You drop was actually out of anyone’s control.

➵ Omega drops rely heavily on hormone balances, much like depression, and it seemed like this month just wasn’t your month. 

➵It was hard to exactly pin point when it got bad, or when you started experiencing symptoms, as they were slow and not necessarily noticeable.

➵A missed lunch here, a small scent shift there. 

➵Small things that neither you nor Takahiro would notice. 

➵It was much like a rollercoaster, inching higher and higher until the drop would come. 

➵ Honestly, both of you thought you were fine, and since you were around both of your mutual friends (The Seijoh Team)  enough no one could really point it out. 

➵ It truly was a bad situation all around.

➵ You only really began noticing after a few days of ignoring lunch in a row. 

➵ It hit you when you were sitting in the library, stomach clutching with hunger as you scanned through a textbook. 

➵ You attempted to get up and go find Takahiro to go get something to eat, but you just...didn’t. 

➵ You couldn’t find the energy to stand, much less walk, and just stayed seated

➵ You just couldn’t move. 

➵Like a million bags of sand were tied to your hips weighing you to the chair. 

➵ You swallowed tightly, rolling your shoulders before stuffing your text book into your bag, trying to breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. 

➵Deep breaths. Thats what you needed to focus on right now.

➵ But then you couldn’t. You were hyperventilating, and white-knuckling the edge of the table as your vision turned blurry and watery. 

➵ The cramping from your hunger combined with the sudden rush of emotions made you want to vomit.

➵ Before you could, you slung your backpack over your shoulder, bolting out of the library.

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Laughter and chuckles were heavy as Takahiro gave a hearty chuckle at something Matsukawa said, shaking his head before taking a swig from his energy drink. His eyes darted to his phone every now and again, just checking to make sure you didn’t need him. 

You would always come first to him. 

When his screen lit up with your beaming face shining up at him, he quickly swiped to accept holding it to his ear, watching while the team laughed at Oikawa, who was shielding himself from Iwaizumi.

“Hiro?” 

“Shooting star?” His brows furrowed as he slowly began cleaning his stuff, straightening himself up so he could leave as soon as possible if you needed him; which, guessing by your home, you did. 

“I-I think something’s wrong.” You paused, making his heart drop. “I don’t know, but I think I need to go to the doctor, but, I know this is a lot so feel free to say no, can you-”

He didn’t let you finish. “Tell me where you are and I’ll come pick you up and drive you. Do you need me to call and book an appointment?” 

A few of his packmates turned with worried eyes, trying to send a non-verbal question. Well, for most of them. Oikawa was trying to whisper-yell his questions, Iwaizumi trying to shut him up. 

“I’m at the front of the school. I’ll just meet you at your car.” 

“I’ll be right there, shooting star. Stay safe, okay? I love you, and I’ll see you soon Omega.” Takahiro waited for your reciprocation and own farewell before hanging up, quickly standing and swinging his leg over the bench and grabbing his bag. 

“Makki-kun, is Y/N-chan okay?!” Oikawa screeched after him, actively crawling onto Iwaizumi, who looked like he was ready to commit first-degree murder. 

Makki threw up a thumbs up behind him, waiting till he was out of the cafeteria before sprinting towards the parking lot. 

He hoped, with every inch of his body, he didn’t lie to his captain. 

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“Take your pills.” 

“Alpha, they taste horrid-”

“I don’t care, they make you feel better.” 

Takahiro watched you carefully, handing you two of the teal and white pills. The alpha was strict on very few things with you, but your health he did not fuck with. 

The appointment with your doctor went fine, with minimal blood work done, and you were sent off with a prescription for hormone balancing pills. You and Takahiro (Who was absolutely divine during the entire thing) were explained how the pills worked and why you dropped, all of which was simple enough to understand. Since then, Takahiro was insistent on you taking the pills in front of him. 

“Open.” Takahiro demanded, watching as you stuck your tongue out. He moved your head by your chin, checking the very corners of your mouth. “Lift your tongue.” 

You did so, showing nothing. He hummed in approval, letting go of your chin before pausing, pulling you close so you could hear his heartbeat. 

“Thank you for caring, Hiro.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling into your alpha’s neck, taking in his scent. 

“Thank you for telling me about this and letting me help you.”  He responded, pressing a sweet peck to your temple and reminding himself you were still here in his arms. And would be with him for a long, long time. 

➵ Your drop was a mix between miscommunication and little whispers in your ear.

➵ Honestly, there was a reason you were in a pack with minimal other omegas. 

➵ They grew catty and mean and vindictive if there was something they didn’t like.

➵It was one of their many flaws and strengths. 

➵You yourself had caught yourself bad-mouthing another omega to your alpha every now and again. 

➵ Though you hated doing it, at some point it was just second nature.

➵ You and Issei had good communication though, and very rarely did something as silly as jealousy come between you two.  

➵ whenever something was bothering you or your alpha you would talk it out.

➵ You both trusted each other completely. 

➵ If something felt off about another person, you were quick to mention it to the other. 

➵ However, sometimes things got complicated.

➵ Insecurities seeped through your walls that Issei kept strong for you.

➵And sometimes, small little whispers became hurdles and boulders pounding against your defenses and breaking them down. 

➵Leaving you open and stumbling. 

➵ And sometimes, because of this you forgot that you had back-up, an artillery that would fight for you at the drop of a hat. 

➵ And those moments, that ones were you were caught with your tail between your legs and ass in the air waiting to be fucked over, were when you truly crumbled. 

➵And though it broke you down and made you hurt, your artillery had your back.

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“Issei, I was-”

You bit your tongue as you were roughly shoved to the side by Akina Harakashi, the omega throwing herself at your alpha. His face remained unmoved and his arms by his side. 

She was his science partner for the semester, and though Issei reassured you she was nothing more, you couldn’t help but internally whine at how she acted with him. It was no secret that she liked him, but since you and Issei kept you relationship on the down low, rumors were bound to pop up. 

And though you didn’t let it show, they poked and prodded at you. Make your skin crawl as you ventured deep into your own mindset. Thoughts that would plague your every move and drive your omega into overdrive as they tried fixing whatever you picked on in your own reflection. 

You shivered as she looked up to Matsukawa, who was busy focusing on entering his locker combo. 

“Mattsunnnn~ I’ve missed you!” Her voice was literal nails on a chalkboard to you. 

“I saw you twenty minutes ago.” Matsukawa hissed as his locker popped open. “I haven’t seen you recently though, pretty thing.” 

Your omega purred as Issei grabbed his textbook, closing his locker and pushing past Akina. He smirked down at you, intertwining your pinkies in the most discreet way possible before walking you to class. 

You glossed over his question when he asked you how lunch went. 

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“Do you think Harakashi and Matsukawa are dating?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me, have you seen how she hangs off of him?”

“I think they’d make such a cute couple!” 

“If Matsukawa doesn’t ask her out soon, he’ll loose her.” 

You kept your head down and scent blocking collar tight as you slowly crept through the hallway, exit in front of you. Honestly, you didn’t have the energy to continue on with the day, so you were leaving it the midst of lunch, where you could loose yourself in the crowd and disappear. 

You wanted nothing more than your alpha, but his last message had your eyes stinging. 

‘Harakashi asked me to meet her at lunch, so I won’t be able to see you. Eat something. At this point, I’ll even take junk food. Just get some food. I’ll see you after school.’

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it did, but it stung you deeply. This was it. This was the downfall of your and your alpha’s relationship. You were blown off for Akina Harakashi at long last. 

The rational part of you wanted to defend Matsukawa, but every time you tried, the insecurities that had been bubbling within you spit towards the rational part of you and your omega, throwing any redeeming thought into the corner to rot. 

A part of you was angry. Angry with Matsukawa for letting this happen. Angry with yourself for not speaking up. Angry with your fucking stomach which groaned for food of any sort. Livid with Akina for trying to steal Mattsun. 

Angry at the world. 

You couldn’t really remember the last time you ate anything besides...air. The days all blurred together in one miserable run. 

“What did I say?” 

You glanced over at Matsukawa, heart leaping at the jump he gave you appearing out of nowhere, leaning on the wall beside you.  You huffed, turning away from him and leaving him to follow after you. He did so, jogging a bit to catch up. 

“You said I’d see you after school. This is not after school.” You snapped, growling at the alpha. He raised a brow, either in disbelief at your attitude or amusement.

“Omega. I said eat. This doesn’t look like eating.”  His longer legs gave him the chance to cut in front of you, face now set in anger. 

“You also said you had to meet with Harakashi. So scurry along to your new play thing.” You shoved past Matsukawa, trying to ignore the stinging in your eyes. 

“What are you talking about?!” Issei smartened up, grabbing your wrist when you tried leaving him behind yet again, now visibly irritated. Truth be told, he was meeting up with Harakashi to put an end to her insistent clinginess. To put her in her place, beneath you. 

She tried confessing to him before he even looked up, coming into the room with her arms outstretched already, yelling about ‘I knew you felt the same’ or something . He dodged her, sneering down at her and snapping at her to leave him alone or he’d go through the semester alone (Which he already talked to the teacher about, but she didn’t need to know about that). 

Hanamaki had been his eyes when he wasn’t there, reporting back to Matsukawa with updates on you. His latest? You had been missing from lunch for the better part of the week, and last he saw you were ditching the last half of this day. 

Which Matsukawa wasn’t letting happen, because if you went home right now, you wouldn’t come back. And he couldn’t live with himself if he let you drop. 

“I was meeting with Harakashi to tell her to piss off. You’re my omega. Why in the hell would I even want someone like her when I already have you? You are mine, and I fought for you. I don’t need a corner worker.” 

Any fight you had in you disappeared when you saw the small tears glazing your alphas eyes, making your own break free as you ran into his chest. His arms locked around you, holding as if you would slip away if his grip loosened. 

Which you just might’ve. Good thing he wasn’t planning on letting you slip. 

“Wanna go get food?”

“...Yea. Can we get nuggets?”

“Anything for my pretty omega.”

➵ Okay this one is super short, and I’m sorry! I just wanted to get this out for you guys!

➵ And I think you guys wanted a follow up of sorts for Oikawa. 

➵So here it is!

➵ Things didn’t improve over night. 

➵It took awhile, but it was worth it. 

➵ In time you and Oikawa reached a nice equilibrium.

➵ He wore his bond mark loud and proud and you made sure to tell him when you were uncomfortable with his fangirls and how close they were getting.

➵ In turn, you learned to slowly let go of any reservations you had on his loyalty. 

➵He wouldn’t have marked you if he didn’t want to devote his entire being to you. 

➵ This showed up when a girl, who you despised (With no hard feelings, since she hated you just as much) tried confessing to Oikawa. 

➵Toru, baby boy, shut her down the minute she opened her mouth. 

➵ He didn’t even look her way, instead searching for you and quickly brightening up when he saw you.

➵ If he had a tail it would’ve been wagging. 

➵ Things improved and everyone was all the better for it. 

➵ And Toru made sure to, not only apologize to Iwaizumi, but gift him a voucher for a free movie for him and his omega (who was having a hard time as well).

➵Things were looking up and you both were sure to  keep it that way!

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“Kentaro, please don’t hurt Kindaichi!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as you tried to stop the alphas from snapping on each other. 

It wasn’t that Kyoutani didn’t like or respect you, because he did-- you were like a second mom, but Kindaichi just got on every single one of his nerves. And then tried dragging you into it! Like, the audacity of this bitch. 

“Kyoutani!” Your alpha’s bark had both the blond and raven pausing, a careful glance making both back down as Oikawa heading towards you guys (Throwing a pile of confession letters into the trash on his way by without even looking; some point they would get the hint if he left the blatantly in the open). 

The blond growled lowly, sending you a quick glance before returning to practice. Oikawa let him, turning his glare to the instigator of the whole thing. The onion-headed pup hid behind your smaller frame, making your laugh. 

It was almost like that moment when dad’s pulled out their ‘behave or else’ voice. And in a way it was. 

“One of these days my pretty dove won’t be there to save you, Kindaichi.” 

“I know.” 

You and Oikawa sent a look to each before you laughed, moving so Oikawa and Kindaichi could have a ‘man to man’ talk. 

The pack was dysfunctional, and you almost let it go. 

You were thankful you didn’t and still had this family to come back home too.  All thanks to your alpha. 

“STOP MAKING GOO-GOO EYES AT YOUR OMEGA SHITTY-KAWA.”

“I can’t help it, Iwa- IWA STOP HITTING ME- Y/N HELP-” 

You shook your head laughing, jogging to save said alpha. 

He was childish and arrogant, and sometimes got too far up his own ass, but he was yours. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[cozykozume]

Now Four's a Party (NSFW)

Kenma x Kuroo x Lev x f!reader

NSFW

What to expect: Foursome, creampies, slight degradation, slight praise, Kenma and Kuroo making fun of Lev, established relationships, cuckolding (Kenma), slight throat fucking.

Word Count: 2800

Idk to be honest it's kinda self indulgent and there is little plot.

Thank you soooooo much to my beta-readers. @karasunomygod @oneblonded @dee-madwriter @arans-princess @bohica160 @hispipsqueak

Friday nights were meant to be spent with the boys, and although you were very much so not a guy you were always invited to the hangout. Partly because you had been dating Kenma since highschool, but also because these were your high school buddies. Most memories from highschool and college included these 3, if not a few more. 

You really did love them all, having spent so much time with them; In particular, Kuroo and Lev. Kenma was not close with many people, with the exception of Kuroo of course. But over time, Lev seemed to have grown on Kenma, because he spent a lot of time with the three of you. 

On this particular Friday night, the 4 of you decided to try something new...

As you settled into the chair, you could feel your legs shaking with anticipation. Your hands were tied together and placed into your lap. The blindfold over your eyes blocked your vision completely, although you could still see a faint glow from the overhead light. 

Kenma’s skilled fingers softly traced the tops of your thighs, causing goosebumps to pop up all over your body and your heart to race. You could feel him stepping closer, standing over you before his lips grazed your ear. 

“Mmm kitten, you seem excited right now...why is that?” He whispered, his teeth softly grabbing hold of ear. 

He knew you were beyond excited and also nervous. You and Kenma enjoyed trying new things, to keep it interesting in the bedroom. So when he brought up the idea of having a person or two join you in the bedroom, you were all for it. 

But knowing Kenma, and him knowing you very well, he wanted to ease into something like this. He didn’t want you to have any regrets or feel uncomfortable about the situation. Which is why he suggested having Kuroo and Lev watch, rather than join in. 

Kenma knew you had some exhibitionist tendencies. Obviously so, as Lev and Kuroo had both seen you two together in the past. But this time, it was not a situation where Lev stumbled upon you two and decided to keep watching or Kuroo just happened to be in the same room while Kenma teased you. 

No. This time, it was a set plan. You were sitting there with just panties on at this point, your legs closed tightly together. 

Kuroo and Lev sat in large recliners in front of you that had been set up prior to this and Kenma stood near you.

You heard more shuffling before Kenma kneeled in front of you, opening your legs to lift them over his shoulders. Awkwardly, you place your tied hands onto Kenmas head, your fingers toying with his soft strands of hair. 

Once again, the anticipation was killing you as you felt his warm breath against the insides of your thighs. 

“Remember kitten, all you have to do is tell me to stop and we can end this at any time. Okay?” He said, nipping at your sensitive flesh. 

“Yes…Now please stop teasing me…” You whispered quietly. 

You heard  a soft gasp from one of the two men sitting across from you. Although you couldn’t be sure who it was, your guess was that it was Lev. Kuroo was a kinky fuck, and you knew it would take a lot more to get him going. 

Kenma nodded his head, his fingers hooking the sides of your panties before slowly pulling them down. The cold air hit your heated sex, causing you to hiss. 

Before you could even get a word out, you felt nimble fingers toying with you. One long finger slid across your slit, collecting the wetness that had already gathered. Your head fell softly against the chair as you relaxed your legs. 

“Mmm there you go princess…” He said, using the slick from his finger to tease your sensitive clit. You heard a zipper and more shuffling before a soft sigh came from one of the men watching you. Your legs shook just thinking about Lev's long fingers wrapped around his thick cock, his eyes locking onto your soaking hole as Kenma’s tongue teased you. 

“Fuck…” your back arched as your thoughts got the best of you. Kenma ran the flat of his tongue across your aching button while two of his long fingers slid into you. The stretch you felt caused you to sigh, pushing your hips forward in an attempt for more stimulation. You wanted...no needed more than just his fingers inside you. 

“Kenma...please…” You whimpered as Kenma’s fingers moved at a punishing pace. The only sounds that could be heard were your muffled moans as his fingers plunged into you over and over again. 

As you closed your eyes, you could feel the heat traveling all over your body. You could feel your toes beginning to curl, the muscles in your legs contracting as you were headed face first into your first orgasm of the night. 

Right as you reached that peak, Kenma’s fingers ripped themselves from your body leaving your body half twitching. 

“No no no...Kenma please let me cum…” you cried out, tears dampening the cloth covering your eyes. 

Once again, you heard more shuffling and hushed whispers before feeling a warm body move to your side. You could feel a finger tracing along your face as you felt the tip of a tongue tease your sensitive clit. 

Your body arched off the chair, a desperate moan tumbling from your tips. Before you could open your mouth to complain, you felt the tongue move from your clit down to your aching pussy. Kenma’s lips danced by your ear, kissing and nipping at it as the person between your legs began to fuck you with his tongue. 

Your moans were the only sound that could be heard now and growing louder as your whole body pulsed. 

Kenma finally untied the blindfold, tossing it to the side and smiled down at you. You blinked a few times, your eyes needing time to adjust to the sudden brightness surrounding you. The first thing you noticed was a head of gray hair buried between your legs. 

A soft whine escaped your lips as you reached down, gripping his hair and grinding down against  his face. Shifting your focus past Lev you could see Kuroo, that cocky smirk on his face as his hand slowly stroked his leaking cock. He licked his lips as his eyes dropped back down to where Lev’s tongue was buried. Saving the best for last, you looked up at Kenma, lust radiating from your eyes as he stared back. 

Kenma slowly ran his hand through your hair before softly grabbing a fistfull of it. He never broke eye contact with you as he pulled his sweatpants down to mid-thigh. Your mouth began to water, tongue falling out of your mouth as he rubbed the tip of his cock across your lip. 

You closed your eyes as he moved his cock further into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You gagged softly, trying your best to breathe through your nose as Kenma held your head in place. 

Once again, you heard shuffling and felt the cool air hit your heated sex as Lev pulled himself up off the ground. Opening your eyes, you could see Kuroo standing in front of you, motioning for Kenma to hold your leg up. Kuroo slotted himself in between them, bending his knees until his cock was perfectly lined up with your dripping cunt. 

You released small moans around Kenma’s length as Kuroo teased your clit with the tip of his cock. The vibrations from your throat sent a shock through Kenma, causing him to thrust his hips faster, pushing his cock further down your throat. Kuroo watched, stroking himself as he teased you, waiting for the perfect time to impale you on his cock. 

Kenma pulled your head towards him, pushing his cock completely down your throat. You looked up at him through teary eyes as you gagged, struggling to breathe. Kuroo took this as an opportunity to slowly push himself into you, feeling your pussy pulse around him. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he bottomed out. As Kenma pulled himself out of your mouth, you released a loud moan, wiping the tears and spit from your face. 

“God you look so good right now…” Kenma whispered before shoving his cock back into your mouth. 

Kuroo began to slowly thrust, his thumb drawing lazy circles around your clit. 

“Mmm Princess you feel so good...Your cute little cunt squeezing me and begging me to go faster.” Kuroo murmured, looking down to where your bodies were connected. Although your moans were muffled, they could still be heard as Kenma and Kuroo thrusted into your sensitive body. 

“Fuck...I think she’s gonna cum.” Kuroo huffed, his thrusts becoming quicker and harder as he got closer to his peak. His thumb sped up, working your clit harder and driving you toward your high quicker than expected. 

Kenma pulled his cock from your mouth, jacking himself off and rubbing the tip over your soaked lips as you let out moan after moan. 

“Fuck fuck fuck! Please don’t stop!” You gasp, trying to catch your breath as Kuroo slammed into you. Kenma grunted, his cum spilling all over your face, his grip on your hair tightening to the point of pain. The sudden spike in pain was what drove you over the edge. Your legs shook as you threw your head back, tears pouring down your face as you came around Kuroo. 

Kenma kneeled down, whispering dirty words and phrases into your ear as Kuroo kept pumping into you.

“Mmm do you like fucking my friend, kitten? Is it getting you off knowing I’m watching him destroy your little cunt?” Kenma’s voice was low and husky in your ear, “God you're such a little whore and you look so good doing it. Look at Lev over there...Jacking his dick to you getting fucked. I might just keep you here...Tie you up and let all my friends have a turn with you. I’m sure Yaku and Hinata would love a chance to cum in that slutty little hole…” 

You looked over at Lev, his long hand quickly moving along his length as small grunts escaped his lips. His eyes darted up from where Kuroo was pounding into you, his emerald gaze moving up toward your face. 

Lev then got up from his chair, moving to the other side of you. You reached out, wrapping your small hand around his cock. Lev released a breathy whine, moving closer as you began to stroke him quickly. He ran his hand through your hair softly, sweet praises falling from his lips as his hips started to move on their own. 

Kenma’s gaze danced across your body before he stepped back to admire the mess that you were in that moment; his cum smeared across your face, Kuroo jackhammering into you and Lev’s cock just inches from your face.

Kuroo took a moment to slow down, wiping the sweat from his forehead and catching his breath.

“Kuroo. Should we let Lev finish off inside her? I’m sure that’d be a first for him.”  Kenma said, laughing softly as Lev’s face dropped into a pout. 

“Hey I’ve came in a girl before...Well I mean it was an accident and I pulled out half way through...But it was still inside her!” He retorted, face as red as an apple. 

Kuroo laughed, slowly pulling himself out of you, slapping the inside of your thigh as your legs dropped to the floor. 

“Yeah yeah yeah. Just hurry up.” He mumbled,eyeing Lev as he shifted in between your legs. He looked down at you, a bit of confusion on his face. 

“Uhh would you be opposed to moving this onto the floor…” He said, slightly embarrassed, “It’s kind of hard for me to…” 

Although sore, wet (in more ways than one), and extremely over-stimulated, you couldn’t  help but to laugh at his request. 

“Yes Lev, we can move to the floor.”  Lev gave you a small smile as you shimmied your way off the chair, moving to your hands in knees in front of him. 

Lev ran his cock up and down your slit, making sure he was nice and wet with your juices before slowly sliding into you. You let out a low moan, your walls contracting around him as he pushed deeper. Right as he bottomed out, he began to thrust hard, causing you to fall forward. 

In this position though, he could hit spots even deeper within you, causing you to clench harder with each thrust. 

“Fuck fuck fuck…” He mumbled, his pace speeding up and becoming sloppy. Before you knew what was happening, you began to cum around his cock, tears once again falling from your eyes as your body shook. Following suit, Lev pushed as deep as he could inside you as he began to cum, filling up your abused pussy with his seed. His needy whines and moans filled your ears as you felt some of his cum begin to leak out of you.

Lev rubbed your back before slowly pulling out, sitting back to watch as his cum seeped out of you and onto the floor. “Guys…” You said weakly, legs shaking as you collapsed. “I really don’t think I can handle much more…” You whispered , wiping your eyes as you laid flat on the ground. 

“Oh come on Princess...I’m sure you can handle one more, right?” Kuroo cooed, already grabbing your legs to flip you onto your back. “I promise I’ll make this quick. I have been waiting to fill this little hole with my seed for years…” He whispered  as his monstrous hands gripped your thighs. 

You rolled your eyes, looking up at him as he pushed your legs against your chest. In this position, you could feel the mixture of yours and Levs cum still trickling out of you. 

Kuroo slowly hoisted your legs onto his shoulders and leaned forward, situating you into a mating press. As he slowly pushed himself into you, you couldn’t help the trembles and shakes that took over your body. You were so over-stimulated, yet deep down, you wanted more. As he once again bottomed out inside you, you moaned aloud. Kuroo was so deep inside you, you swore you could feel him in your chest. 

“Alright Princess...I’m going to make this quick...it’ll be brutal so tell me if you can’t handle it.” He whispered in your ear, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward aggressively. 

In this position, you could do nothing but claw at Kuroo’s back and arms as he jackhammered into you. 

“Mmm your little cunt can handle this...Don’t cry anymore baby.” He mumbled , his voice low and condescending. Tears poured from your eyes as you moaned at his words. At that point, you weren’t even sure what was happening around you. The only thing you could focus on was Kuroo drilling into you. 

Although only minutes had passed, it felt like a lifetime as every nerve in your body was on fire. 

“That’s it...god you’re such a good girl” Kuroo hissed into your ear before his grunts and moans took over. 

He slammed into you once more before stilling, his hot seed shooting deep into you. Kuroo slowly pulled out, holding your legs up to see his cum slowly oozing out of your overly abused cunt. 

You laid on the ground, trying to catch your breath as Kuroo and Lev dressed themselves. You could hear them talking but you weren’t sure what they were saying as your eyelids became increasingly heavy. 

“Do you need us to help with anything? Or clean anything up?” Kuroo asked, his eyes following Kenma as he picked up your discarded clothing. 

“Nahh I’m good. I already ran her a bath, just gonna get her cleaned up and put to bed.”  He responded, kneeling down by you. 

“Hey Kitten..Lets get you up and into the bathroom. I promise you can sleep after you get cleaned up a bit.” He whispers softly into your ear. A drowsy smile spread across your face as you turned your head to look at him. 

“Mhmm…” You murmured, trying your best to keep your eyes open. 

Kenma laughed, gently picking you up off the floor and making his way to the bathroom, “I hope that means that you had a good time.” He said. You nodded your head, still smiling as you feel warm water engulfing your body. 

“Okay pretty baby, rest your eyes and I will take care of everything else…” 

Those were the last words you heard before falling asleep with Kenma’s hands tenderly cleaning every inch of your body. 

[thatgoblin]

I saw this and thought you needed to see it.

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*soft gasp* My husband! 😍😍😍 Ty!

[rukunas]

Okay here me out here gojo going completely crazy going for his high while y/n is laying there otherstimed

this is slightly inspired by how fucking bad my clit hurts rn... i don’t know what i fucking did but it feels like it’s going to fall off so have fun anon <3

warnings: dumbification, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mean!gojo (he’s just so cruel 🙁), slight dubcon

Gojo Satoru is a selfish bastard.

Sure, he opens doors for you like any other gentleman, swinging his leather coat over your shoulders when it’s chilly outside, doting on you with gifts that are far too expensive.

But when it comes to this...

“Toru! Toru, ple—”

His hand drops down from the headboard to your throat, squeezing away to stop you from screaming.

“Shhh, sweetheart, ‘m almost there. Just hold on for me, okay?”

You have been holding on— Gojo has been fucking his way through your second, third, fourth orgasm. Your clit feels like it’s going to fall off with the way he strokes it, trying to rip a fifth out of you, his hips merciless with the way they slap against yours.

He looks down at the tears brimming your eyes. He doesn’t feel pity blooming in his chest— it’s pride.

“Awww, my poor girl.”

He pouts mockingly, catching the pearls with his thumb before sticking it in your mouth, a pacifier for his baby.

You’d bite him if you could, sinking your teeth into him until he bled out, but you’ve lost all control of your body an hour back. All you can do is suck his fingers, your hazy vision catching how Gojo’s pupils contract before expanding, black eating away at the blues.

He’s busy staring at how your cunt squelches around him, sucking him in every time he pulls out.

“So fucking pretty for me.” He mumbles, hypnotized by the ring of white creamed around the base of his cock. “I’m so mean to you, aren’t I?”

You’re nodding, frowning when he speeds up. Your hands are tied to each other with his blindfold, but you lift them together to try to push him away, nails scratching against his bicep before he pins them above your head.

“Sorry, ‘m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

He’s not sorry, he’s grinning, a sweet smile on his face at watching you squirm and whine and being forced to take it. It’s not like you can see him— your eyes are screwed shut, painful pleasure blossoming as Gojo hits that sweet part inside you with every thrust. His fingers keep pinching at your clit, he’s just so mean—

“Sa-toru! Cu- cumming, ‘m cumming!” You cry, gasping as your back arches at the force of your orgasm. Mean Gojo fucks you right through it, his inexhaustible stamina forcing your eyes to roll back to the whites, your pretty pink tongue lolling out of your mouth.

The sight of seeing you completely fucked out is enough, enough for his head to drop back with a “Fuckkk.” His cock twitches inside you before he cums, so much so that Gojo swears he sees a bulge.

“Such a good girl for me, so perfect.” He plants a kiss to your cheek, finally, finally pulling out, watching as your hole puckers and pushes his cum out.

“Toru, ‘m so tired.” You whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he presses more kisses to your neck and chest. You groan when you feel him get lower, a peck to your torso, another right above your clit—

“Need to make it up to you first.” He mumbles back, before he sucks your overstimulated clit in your mouth.

You don’t even have enough energy to cry.

Gojo Satoru is a selfish bastard, even in his promises.

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Familiar Cerulean Eyes- pt 20

Click here for my Masterlist. Part 21

Warnings: NSFW, terrible smut, lots of fluff as well, cliffhangers. The usual. 

Word Count: 4.9 K

I’m sorry for how long this took. 

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 To say that the beta’s of the pack were excited was an understatement. Both Toga and Twice had taken it upon themselves to separate you and Dabi immediately, much to Dabi’s complaint. There was even hint of happiness radiating off of Kurogiri, no matter how faint his scent was.

After whisking you away to her room, Toga had immediately set into riffling through her closet, chattering away at top speed as she did so.

“I had picked this up awhile ago, I was saving it for something special and I think this works.” You eye’d her suspiciously as she pulled out a short white dress, simple in design but still gorgeous in your eyes. It was something you would have picked out yourself.

“And you just so happen to have picked out a white dress for me?” Her smile only widened at the accusation clear in your question. You couldn’t help but wonder just how long the Beta’s had been discussing this idea.

“Oh and one more thing!” She pulled out a shoe box and you could only groan, fear of what was inside making you pull away from her a protest on your tongue.

“I promise they aren’t that bad! You only have to wear them long enough to walk down the aisle.” You only narrowed your eyes at her before sighing and peering into the box. God those were high, but it wasn’t like this was your first time walking in heels. Rei had made sure you had learned how to manage in fancy clothing, insisting that one day it would come in handy. You knew that she had meant it in a different way, so that you could be comfortable at the many balls and gala’s that heroes attended. That you would have attended had you of stayed at Shoto’s side.

Still… she was right. It was useful information regardless.

You didn’t put up too much of a fuss as Toga flitted around you, insisting on helping you put on the dress and heels before she sat you down in her bathroom on an old rickety chair and started to pull out makeup products and hair products. You were surprised to find that she had a whole slew of makeup stowed away just for you, like she had been hoarding it just for this moment. You couldn’t help but feel your heart stutter at the sight, noticing the blush on her cheeks grow at your warming scent.

You let her expertly handle your makeup, surprised at just how adept the teenager was, to which she only stated she watched a lot of videos in her free time. And after everything was completed on the face, she went to tackle your hair, grooming it to perfection just the way you liked, until finally she stepped back and let you take in what was facing you in the mirror.

It was very rare that you truly felt pretty, especially within the last few years. Shoto had never outright told you if he found you attractive or not, and even though Touya told you several times when you were kids, you sometimes didn’t believe him.

Looking into that mirror, all dolled up, with the tought that Touya, your Touya was alive and waiting for you just in the other room…

You never felt prettier.

“I never thought I’d get to do this…” Toga was rubbing her eyes, like she was trying to keep herself together. It dawned on you just how important this was to the beta. Sure, you were the one getting married, but for the head beta in a pack, which without a doubt you knew was her even without anyone coming out and saying it, setting up a wedding or a bonding party was one of their highest honors.  

You turned and reached towards the beta, pulling her against you and wrapping her in a tight hug, nuzzling her scent gland and letting out a contented purr.

It was something that Shoto had mentioned that some of the UA kids did with the Beta’s in their class. He had been so shocked when he came home from school one day, explaining that he had accidentally walked in on one of the stand-offish alpha’s of the class, scenting the class’s most outgoing beta. You had been confused asking if this was out of the normal, only for him to look at you with equal confusion before clarifying that no, it was a normal show of acceptance, a show of friendship, something that packmates did quite regularly. It was only shocking because this particular alpha was known to be extremely rude and insisted he hated all of their classmates, including the bubbly beta and when Shoto had announced his presence the alpha immediately blew up on both him and the beta, figuratively and apparently literally.

At the time you had thought it was weird, the thought of being that close with someone other than your alpha. Of being comfortable enough with someone else to actually want their scent on you, in seeking comfort from that person and providing comfort back.

But holding the Beta in your arms, inhaling her scent and pushing out yours, feeling the exact moment that she stopped being a statue and melted into your arms, returning your purr with one of her own, one that sounded like she was holding back tears, you completely understood.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered into her ear, feeling the beta let out a pup like whine to which your omega only purred back to.

The two of you only separated once a loud pounding on the door shattered the moment, Twice’s head sticking through the door with his hand covering his eyes as he spoke.

“Are you guys ready yet? We’ve been waiting forever- Oh my gosh are we having a cuddle sesh? Can I join?.”

You didn’t get a word in before the tall beta was in the room wrapping the two of you up in a bone crushing hug as he hummed in delight. You couldn’t help but laugh, enjoying the bubbling scent of the beta’s surrounding you.

All at once Twice pulled away, looking you up and down letting out a low whistle as he rested his arm on top of Toga’s head, leaning against her.  You noticed the annoyed look she sent him and had to stifle your laugh, his face possibly more serious than you had ever seen it.

“Are you ready? Cause we’ve got alcohol to get to and a wedding to drink.”

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“In the armmms of an angellll .” Twice’s voice rang out loudly through the bar as he wrapped an arm around Shigaraki’s shoulder’s serenading the leader who just rolled his eyes and accepted the Beta’s attention with his ever-present frown, drink in hand.

“fly away…“ Dabi’s low singing voice in your ear had you curling further against him on the couch, laughing slightly as you nuzzled into his scent gland inhaling deeply.

The actual ‘wedding’ had gone by in a blur, Twice insisting that he was ordained and was able to legally pronounce the two of you married, which you highly doubted but it wouldn’t matter. You doubted the two of you could get the paperwork notarized without getting arrested anyways. Still the Beta’s had insisted that everything was done according to the book, even going as far as having Toga be your maid of honor, Shigaraki begrudgingly being Dabi’s best man, and most hilariously, Spinner being both the flower girl and the ring bearer. Kurogiri had even escorted you down the aisle before taking his spot next to Shigaraki.

And Twice had in fact convinced Dabi to at least put on his nicest pants, a black button up that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a loosely done black tie. As close to a suit as you were going to get.

Though no one could stay serious for the vows. You hummed happily at the memory of Dabi’s mischievous eyes glittering as he vowed to always provide his services while you were in heat. To which you responded with a vow to give him the attention he needed when he was being clingy. His pout in response as well as the scoffs of laughter from the other alpha’s had you preening.

Now two hours later, everyone was sprawled out around the bar. Toga laying down face up on the counter swirling her drink as she drunkenly sang out with Twice, who currently had Shigaraki in a lose choke hold as he sat with his back to the counter, ignoring the beta and lost to a conversation he was having with Spinner about the mechanics of a newly released video game and how they were ‘mind blowing’. Even Kurogiri was leaning against the counter, staring down at his drink in his hand with what seemed like a smile.

After about five whole minutes of dancing, which was way more than you ever thought you would get out of him, Dabi had sprawled down ontop of the couch, and drug you down ontop of him, wrapping you up in his cacoon of warmth, as he hummed along to the songs that were coming from someone’s phone, each one taking a more depressing turn than the last but still hyping everyone up.  

And that is where you all had sat for the last hour or so, drinking, laughing, chatting and singing. Having the best time that most of you had had in a long time, the mixed contented scents of everyone making a delicious concoction that kept the mood going.

You could feel the deep rumbling of Dabi’s purr underneath you, starting to lull you to sleep, responding only to your own softer lighter purr of contentment as he took a drink of his whiskey before setting his glass back down on the floor beside the couch, his fingers cold from the ice as he slipped them into your hair, playing with the strands as he spoke.

“You smell like the Betas.” It wasn’t an accusation, more of a question resting in his voice as he watched you with peaked interest in his eyes.

You knew he had to have been stewing on the question for a minute now, curiosity burning at him, and you let that curiosity burn as you hummed softly in response.

“And they smell like you.”

“Mhm.” Was your response, nudging your nose against his neck again, feeling Toga’s stare from across the room even with your eyes closed, could hear her shift up into a sitting position.

“What? Are you cheating on me with the betas now? And on our wedding day?” His question was met with a snort, amusement lighting up his face as you lifted your head to peer at him.

“You mean to tell me I can’t scent the beta’s of my own pack?”

You felt it more than heard it. The way that everyone went quiet, their attention shifting to the two of you, even if they weren’t actually looking. The only one out and out staring was Toga, a look of reigned in hope crossing her face. Anxiety creeping softly into the scents of everyone in the room.

You mentally rolled your eyes, somehow knowing everyone’s thoughts. You knew no one had out and out said it yet. They didn’t act like a pack, not most of the time, and several of them would probably argue against the mere idea, but you knew deep down that’s what they were. Even if they didn’t scent each other and have a big pack nest. Even if they kept secrets from each other and fought.

Even if they were all a bunch of villains.

“Pack?” Dabi repeated the word softly, his eyes only focused on you, too many emotions to count running through those eyes as his thumb stroked your cheek, his fingers tangled in your hair.

You just simply nodded, laying your head back against his chest and closing your eyes, releasing more of your contented scent as you snuggled against him.

And everyone seemed to have relaxed with that simple answer. Moved on from that conversation and continued with their celebrations. Everyone other than Toga who was still staring at you with awe, only becoming distracted when Twice maneuvered his way over to her and pulled her off her perch on the counter and spinning her into a clumsy dance, laughing as she started to belt out to lyrics with him.  

You just melted against Dabi’s chest, purring away as he played with your hair, feeling nothing other than pure bliss as you were surrounded once again with the happy scents of your pack.

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You were giggling like a lunatic as you beat your fists against Dabi’s butt as he walked. After awhile Dabi had suddenly gotten the idea that the party was over and it was time to take his new wife to bed. Something he had very loudly announced. At first, he had tried to pick you up bridal style, but after about five steps into the hall he had decided that was no longer fun and instead threw you over his shoulder, one hand sliding around your thigh and the other wrapping across your butt to hold you in place as he marched his way back to your shared room.

It wasn’t until the two of you were finally into your room with the door closed behind you that he finally set you down on your own two feet, his hands not leaving your hips as your laughter all but drying up at the hungry look in his eyes as they raked along your body. You couldn’t help but shudder, your mind wandering back to when you had first woken up in his apartment weeks ago, the look that he had given you so similar to the one he was giving you now. You didn’t recognize the look at the time, but you did now.

Like he was seeing you for the first time after years apart.

“Da-“

“Touya.” His right hand moved up to cup your cheek as he continued to look at you, blue flames burning in his eyes as he drank you in.

“I mean I can’t promise I’ll be quiet..” Your little joke had his lips quirking up at the edges, shaking his head incredulously at your ability to be shy one minute and bold the next.

“I told them … everything, while you were getting ready. Well other than Toga, but Twice has probably filled her in by now.” Your heart stuttered at his words, a smile blooming on your face as you looked up at him. Your fingers playing with his hair on the back of his head. He trusted them. The two of you finally had a family that you could trust.

You didn’t answer, instead lifting up on your tip toes and pressing your lips against his, his fingers at your cheek moving back into your hair, pressing you closer against him and deepening the kiss. He let you up for air for the briefest of moments, you barely letting out a giggle only for the sound to immediately be consumed by his mouth again as you felt him slowly walk the two of you backwards until the end of the bed hit the backs of your knees. At feeling you stop his hands dropped down to lift you up, wrapping your thighs around his waist as he crawled onto the bed, softly placing you down, not letting his lips leave yours, his tongue pressing against them for entrance which you willingly granted, running your own against the cool metal ball that had you clenching your thighs around him.

The low rumbling growl that escaped his throat had your omega purring back in response, wiggling slightly as his left hand roamed down your body, finding the edge of the white dress, and hiking it up, up, up, his right hand fisted into your hair as he broke your kiss, moving his lips down to your neck causing you to arch your back into his touch and rubbing his face against your scent gland. It was only after he had fully covered your scent with his own, his fingers finding your ass and digging in only to earn a chirp of protest that had him grinning wildly, that he finally pulled away from you, sitting back between your legs on his knees looking down at you, ignoring further chirps of protest from your lips as his hands moved up to loosen his tie completely. Your eyes hyper focused on the movement, your heart stuttering.

You stayed still, watching in awed silence as he pulled his tie from around his neck, leaning over you with his signature smirk as he gathered your hands above your head, sliding the silky tie around them and pulling it tight, earning a soft whimper from you that he hushed with his lips against yours for the briefest of seconds. He cupped your chin between his thumb and his finger, using his other hand as an anchor to keep him steady above you as his molten eyes latched onto yours, making sure your complete attention was on him before he spoke.

“I need you to be a good girl and be quiet and listen. I know that’s hard for you.”

You had a retort ready on your tongue, your face pulling into a frown and your eyes turning into daggers that only made him chuckle, leaning down to drag his tongue up your throat making your words die before they even had life. His lips stopped just above your own, his breath fanning across your face, the smell of cinnamon whiskey and smoke enveloping you completely which you couldn’t help but take a big inhale of, your eyes latched onto his lips, watching the way they twitched into a smile as he spoke.

“I love you, (y/n)” Your eyes snapped up to meet his, feeling your body warm up at the words, sounding foreign coming from his lips but like home at the same time. You wanted to repeat them back to him, but he continued speaking without giving you a chance, pausing only to litter small kisses and nips across your face as he did so, slowly moving down.

“I know I don’t say it enough, and that I am a complete asshole most of the time… and that you deserve so much more than what I can give you.” He paused at that one, his voice catching as he buried his nose against your scent gland again, taking in a deep inhale of your combined scents before he continued, his mouth moving down your chest as he does. You wanted to speak, to reassure him and tell him that he was everything you wanted, but you also wanted to hear what he had to say, so you stayed quiet, only purring softly to him as he spoke.

“And I’m sorry that I can’t promise you things that an alpha should be able to promise on their wedding day.” You started to cut him off this time, but he only placed a harsh bite at the flesh peaking out of the top of your bra, his fingers pulling the top of your dress down as he did so, a short gasp leaving your lips as he sucked on the spot, your hands twitching where he had them tied up. His other hand slipped back under the bottom hem of your dress, kneading the back of your thigh roughly, pressing his body further against yours caging you in as he let out another low growl.  This one a warning, a threat. A promise. If you weren’t going to be quiet on your own, then he would make you.

“I can’t promise you that we will never spend a night apart again. I can’t promise you that there will always be food on the table and a roof over our heads. I can’t promise you that we will ever be able to have kids or that I would even be a good father to begin with.” He kissed down your chest as he spoke moving towards your stomach, pressing his lips to the bunched up white fabric of your dress until he reached skin again, his lips igniting a fire in your blood, making you squirm under his touch. He paused right under your belly button, his eyes catching your own once again as he peppered light chaste kisses in that area, an apology in his eyes that made you wonder if he felt the same burn behind his eyes that you did at that thought.

“I can’t… I can’t promise that you will ever be safe.” You could feel the warmth growing in his hands as he talked, could smell the tinge of burning anger inside his scent only for it to dissipate as he pressed his nose against your hip bone, inhaling deeply. His hand that was kneading your thigh guided you to bend your knee so he could just turn his head and press his lips against it, nipping at the skin as he did so causing soft whines to leave your lips. His hand moving around to grip the outer side of your thigh, holding you in place, his other hand lightly fingering the scrap of fabric that was the waistband of your underwear.

You didn’t know why he was saying all of this. It was all things that you already knew, that the both of you had already talked about. Things that he already tried to use to get you to run, to get far away from him. To push you away. But it didn’t work. It didn’t work then and it wouldn’t work now. So why?

He didn’t give you time to verbalize your question, blue flames licking across your skin with only a feeling of mild heat, the fabric of your underwear burning away, the flames controlled with precision so not to burn anything else. You couldn’t help but hold your breath, your body tensing at what was to come as he let out a quiet hum of appreciation at the scent of your arousal, at the slick that was building between your legs. You watched with anticipation as his lips ghosted across your core, a wave of hot air spreading across you making you bit back a groan as his lips latched onto the inside of your opposite thigh instead, sucking harshly, teasing eyes watching your back shift off the bed temporarily.

There was an audible pop as he released the skin of your thigh from his lips, his canines glinting as he smirked up at you before he dipped his face down, blowing cool air right into your center causing you to close your eyes with a low whine, begging for him to stop teasing.

“But,” His raspy voice rang out, forcing you to open your eyes again, watching him as he licked his lips slowly, the metal piercing in his tongue shinning as a taunt, his fingers digging into your hips in bruising grips, as if preparing for you to buck him off.

“I promise that I will make life hell for anyone who tries to keep us apart.” All of the air was ripped out of your lungs leaving you gasping as he slid his tongue up your clit, circling it once before pulling it into his mouth with a sharp suck, his teeth lightly grazing across it before he released you only for his tongue to drop down to the gathering slick, coating himself in it before returning back to the already swollen nub with a groan of satisfaction.

“I promise that I will do everything I can to make sure you are taken care of, even if I’m not there.” His lips brushed against you as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing circles into your thighs, and his tongue returning its attention to your clit as soon as he finished his sentence, taking his time with you, dragging his piercing back and forth across the sensitive area like he had all the time in the world. The only thing keeping you against the bed was his grip on your hips, and the tie keeping your wrists bound to the headboard above your head.

“I promise that I will kill” his growl vibrated against you as he nipped your clit, causing you to buck against him with a loud whimper, a moan escaping your lips as he slammed your hips back down to the mattress, using his forearm across your hip bone to press you further into the bed as his other hand shifted to stroke his thumb against your entrance, spreading your slick around his rough skin. “anyone, that tries to hurt you.”

You probably shouldn’t be as aroused by the idea of that as you currently were, but you didn’t let your brain linger on that, couldn’t, as he slipped a finger inside of you, curling it to rub against your spongey insides, his tongue soothing the ache that he had created skillfully. You strained against the tie around your wrists, his name, his given name, leaving your tongue as you attempted to grind up against him, only for him to insistently hold you still to continue his ministrations, making sure you were dripping from his spit and your slick before sliding a second finger in, pushing pressure on your sensitive spot from the inside as he rubbed along your walls.

Your mix of moans and whimpers only edged him on, and every time you closed your eyes or tried to look away, he would reward you with a sharp tug of your clit with his teeth causing you to refocus on him with quivering lips.  The fire in his eyes feeling like it was spreading throughout your own body, radiating through you and making your skin hypersensitive.

“I love you, (y/n).”

You could feel a familiar building in your core, a coil that was winding tighter and tighter at his every touch.  One that had you gasping for air, trying to remind yourself to breath as you pushed your hips against his arm desperate for more, more, more. He gave just enough pressure on your clit to make you see stars the second that he removed it, his tongue languidly rolling across it, flicking his piercing like a pro and soothing any pain that you felt before he again pulled your nub between his lips, sucking harder and harder until you felt like he was sucking your soul out, only to release again and start the process all over. His fingers staying in perfect time with his mouth, long enough to reach all the right places, thick enough to stretch your walls in a way that had you panting and writhing underneath him. He was building you up and up and up with no regard to how far the fall would be.

“I love you, and I am completely, irrevocably yours.”

You vaguely realized what he was saying… the wording of it. The fact that the alpha between your thighs wasn’t claiming you in that moment, that he was doing the opposite. Submitting.

That realization tipped you over the edge.

For one brief airless moment, you were at the top of the rollercoaster, the view in front of you terrifying in its beauty, the knotting feeling in your stomach sudden as you realized you had no option but to hope you would survive the next few seconds. Then you were falling. Plummeting towards the earth at a speed that had you screaming out, not in fear but in ecstasy.

His name was a prayer on your lips as he guided you through your climax, helping you come down down down until you were a panting mess, pulling at the bonds holding you in place and arching away from his touch with a different kind of whine. Only then did he stop, placing soft kisses to your hips, your thighs, your stomach, messaging away any remaining tension in your body as he coo’d to you, telling you over and over again that he loved you.

Minutes later you bonds were off, and you were on your knees in front of him on the bed, purring away as his hands fisted into your hair as you returned the attention he so happily gave you. Enjoying your mate to the fullest.

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Your eyes fluttered open and you glanced over to Dabi’s phone, haphazardly tossed onto the side table in your shared room. You reached over glancing at the time which was both way to late and way too early at the same time, a groan on your lips as you pushed yourself up and out of bed, smiling when Dabi reached out for you with a soft groan of his own trying to get you back into bed, into his arms. You shifted your dress that had surprisingly stayed on the entire night, Dabi insisting you keep it on and that he loved you in white, before moving into the bathroom, taking care of business and finding a clean pair of underwear sliding them on. Your mind was on the fact that you really needed to clean up y’alls room, the bathroom especially, when the all too familiar sound of a wall being knocked in with some kind of explosionn rang throughout the air, panic shooting through your scent as shouting ensued, Dabi sitting up with a start eyes finding yours one word on his tongue.

“Run”

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He's My Best Friend: Tsukishima Kei

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Warnings: maybe slight bit of TW unhealthy sibling rivalries

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Big Thanks to @ohno-otome, @bohica160, and @vivianvampyric for beta-reading for me! The Past: How You Met

You’d been standing on the upper balcony watching your brother play volleyball and cheering your eight-year-old heart out. You were utterly convinced that he was the most talented player on the team and was the absolute coolest. Nothing and no one could convince you differently.

A wide grin split your face as your brother had caught your eye where you were standing in the crowd and sent a fond wave in your direction. You’d waved back eagerly with both hands, your face pressed to the bars that kept you from plummeting over the edge in your eagerness, as you hadn’t been quite tall enough to see over them just yet, and standing on your tip-toes for so long had made your feet hurt.

“Is that your brother?” an unfamiliar voice had asked, prompting you to turn and come face to chest with a boy who was so tall you had to lean back a bit to look him in the eye. A bit intimidated by the tall boy, who you’d assumed had to be a lot older than you, you nodded quietly.

“That’s cool,” he’d told you, making you perk up a little, because he was right, your nii-san was very cool. “My brother’s on the team too.” “Really?!” you’d asked surprised but delighted by this newfound connection, enough to overcome your initial silence, “what position does he play?”

“Oh, he’s just the ace,” he’d told you casually, “The best player on the team.”

You’d been all set to agree that being the ace was pretty cool, right up until he’d said it was the best, implying to your young mind that your brother was somehow inferior. This, of course, was the absolute greatest insult he could’ve delivered at that moment and completely unacceptable.

“No way! The libero is the best!” you’d shot back, completely and utterly offended.

His hazel eyes had widened in clear shock at your fervent disagreement, but he’d recovered easily enough and had quickly shot back, “No, the Ace is the best! He’s the one who spikes and makes the most points for the team. Akiteru-nii is amazing!”

“Yeah, well he wouldn’t even get to touch the ball if my nii-san didn’t get it in the air first,” you’d snapped back, equally quick on the draw, “Which makes him better than amazing!”

The argument quickly escalated from there as the two of you continued to bicker viciously over who had the more amazing brother, and lasted all the way up until the end of the game. It probably would’ve even gone on longer if Akiteru and your own brother hadn’t arrived to pull the two of you apart, apologizing to each other over their silly younger siblings and trying to get the two of you to agree that they were both as good as the other.

Needless to say it didn’t work. The two of you made every game a competition over who the better player and or brother was, along with who could cheer the most or the loudest. You’d become an extreme source of amusement for all those watching, including your brothers who’d given up on trying to make you get along. Luckily the two of you went to different schools, so the only time you’d see one another was at the games, so no one worried about it too much.

Things changed the next year though, as your brother was older than his, he went to high school, which meant you no longer met up at games, and so didn’t really see one another at all. The year passed and suddenly you began to see Akiteru again, but he wasn’t playing. Then again, your brother hadn’t played his first year either, but now he was a second year and on the starting line-up. The strange thing to you was that you hadn’t seen Kei anywhere. You’d asked your brother, who’d agreed to ask Akiteru for you. Unfortunately when he’d come back he’d simply told you it was a private family matter and not to pester Akiteru about it. You’d agreed, a bit sullenly, but agreed nonetheless.

You still liked watching your brother when you could, but you’d found in the last year that it was a little lonely by yourself with no one to talk to outside of the condescending high school students who all talked down to you. Tsukishima might’ve been wrong about who had the better brother, but even you’d been able to admit some of the things he said were incredibly smart, and he never acted like he was better than you.

Another year came and went, and suddenly your brother was in his last year, on the starting line-up and looking to go pro. You were incredibly proud, and despite your own volleyball practices did your best to come to all his games.

About midway through the year to your shock and delight, you’d finally, finally, spotted a familiar head of blonde hair, along with two other boys at a game. Your time interacting with him before had completely squashed the timidity out of you, so you’d strolled right up with a “well, well, look who finally showed up at a game.” The two boys with him had been startled, but Tsukishima had clearly recognized you immediately and gave you a sharp competitive grin. The two of you had immediately fallen back into banter, ragging on one another as the two boys watched you go back and forth with wide eyes.

You’d been so caught up in it, and in getting caught up with one another, that you didn’t think to ask why he hadn’t come to games until right before the match. His words about Akiteru being too nervous to have him there had made your heart, which had felt light at meeting up with someone you considered something of a friend and rival, sink like a lead balloon as you’d realized he didn’t know that Akiteru wasn’t playing. He still thought he was the ace.

Fortunately or unfortunately you hadn’t had time to figure out what to say as the game started up. The realization that his brother wasn’t playing had clearly been devastating, and you’d watched, unable to think of anything to do or say in the face of it before he’d stormed out of the gym.

You’d hesitated for only a second before tearing off after him, and the freckled boy who’d come with him, leaving your brother’s game for the first time ever. You’d been unsure what drove you to it, but you’d known you couldn’t leave things there.

You’d found the two of them outside, the freckled boy hovering around Tsukishima clearly unsure what to do, but wanting to help. He apparently heard you approach because he immediately rounded on you and told you, “You’d better not be here to bully Tsukki!”

“Bully him?” you’d repeated utterly dumbfounded at the notion, though you’d quickly plowed on when Tsukishima had looked up, hazel eyes rimmed in red, determined to do something to make that sad look on his face go away, “No. I came here to tell him that fighting over who has the better brother is lame and for babies. Obviously. I also came to reiterate that libero is the best position ever so there!”

It hadn’t been the most graceful of arguments or olive branches, but it had done the trick as he’d managed to plaster a smirk on his face and informed you that, “You’re only saying that because you’re too short to play any other position, shortcake!”

You’d been utterly relieved to fall back into your usual banter after that, the two of you sniping over height, rivalry and friendship intact as the two of you moved on from your original rivalry about your brothers with an unspoken but unbreakable bond of friendship and understanding between the two of you.

The Present: Your High School Days

“Alright, what’s the issue?” you asked, finally giving up on trying to work on your homework in the face of your friend’s clear distraction.

Usually Tsukishima was a great study buddy, even if you went to different schools, him to Karasuno and you to Niiyama, the competitive atmosphere between the two of you meant focusing in his presence was a lot easier than when you were alone. Though admittedly, it was more of a laid-back friendly rivalry than a true head-to-head competition.

“I don’t have an issue,” he drawled back immediately, your voice easily pulling him out of his thoughts and a retort quick as ever on his tongue, “You projecting again, shortcake?”

“It’s been twenty minutes and you’re still staring at the same problem,” you pointed out dryly, “There’s clearly an issue. That, or you’re actually struggling with your English homework for once.”

“Come on Kei,” you cajoled, pushing your homework aside and giving him your full attention, “I know something’s wrong. You’re playing your brooding playlist again.”

“It isn’t brooding,” he retorted automatically, the argument one you’d had a thousand times before, “It’s thought provoking, something I’m not sure a simpleton like you could understand.”

“Uh-huh,” you told him, leaning your cheek on your fist and waiting patiently, not taking his insult to heart at all, well aware he verbally lashed out at times when he got frustrated, “And now you’ve resorted to intelligence insults.”

Tsukishima heaved a sigh and pulled off his glasses, massaging the bridge of his nose in clear frustration, before allowing his shoulders to slump. It was almost like you could see the walls coming down.

“Do you think volleyball is fun?” he asked finally, the question coming seemingly out of nowhere.

Luckily, long years of friendship meant you knew not to give away any of your incredulity at this off the wall question. When Tsukishima was being vulnerable, the last thing you wanted was for him to think you were laughing at him. There was no quicker way to get him to clam up and slam his heavy walls right back into place.

Instead you gave the question the careful thought, mulling it over in your mind before finally answering, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Oh,” he replied dully. Clearly this wasn’t the answer he’d been looking or hoping for, as he turned to go back to his work, a frustrated frown on his face.

“I’m not finished yet,” you scolded lightly, “I was trying to say I do think volleyball is fun, but back in middle school I didn’t.”

Tsukishima put his glasses back on and turned to give you his own full attention, though he did look slightly skeptical.

“It’s true,” you told him with a frown, “You know how the head coach went back and forth between the girls and the boys team?”

He nodded. The two of you had actually attended middle school together, and had gotten into the habit of going to each other’s games, a habit you still kept up even though now you were attending different schools.

“Well I happened to overhear him talking to the regular girls coach one day,” you told him, unable to keep the slight bitterness out of your tone as you recalled the moment, “He was telling her that I was pretty good, but he doubted I’d ever be as good as my nii-san. I was pretty upset by that. I even thought about quitting.”

“But you didn’t…” he prompted, though you could see there was a certain gentleness to his tone. These days the two of you teased each other a lot, but you had an unspoken agreement to never deliberately poke at sore spots.

“But I didn’t. I just got really angry and started working my butt off instead,” you admitted with a sigh, “I started working out more, putting in extra hours, spending every moment I could working on things I wasn’t good at. It wasn’t the healthiest, and I remember you definitely noticed because you said something that stuck with me.”

“Oh?” he asked, clearly searching for what he might’ve said.

“Yeah it was, ‘you look like shit, don’t you know how to take care of yourself, shortcake? Why are you trying to do everything on your own?’” you quoted amused. “And then you whacked me over the head with my favorite drink and left me with both it and a healthy snack, and I realized the answer to your question was no, no I didn’t know how to take care of myself and that I was being stupid.”

“Long story short, I started going to my teammates for help. I even got help from my nii-chan. I was still working hard, but I was working smart too, and then it happened,” you explained.

“What happened?” he prompted with a frown.

“I made the most perfect save, one no one else could’ve even got a hand on. It was beautiful,” you told him, lost in the moment, “It’s hard to explain, but it’s like that was the moment I knew I was hooked. When I managed to do something I knew was amazing, the kind of thing that could help my team win games.”

“That’s almost exactly like what he said,” Tsukishima murmured, more to himself than to you.

“Who said?” you asked, curiously.

Tsukishima eyed you for a moment, clearly deciding whether or not he was going to answer, but eventually caved and told you about the advice he’d gotten from Bokuto, Koutarou and Kuroo Tetsurou at the summer training camp his team had been to recently. You listened attentively and finally nodded when he finished his explanation.

“That sounds about right,” you agreed, “In order for you to realize how amazing volleyball is and why everyone works so hard you need to have your moment.”

“And what if I don’t have a ‘moment’?” he asked you, nose wrinkled in distaste as he air quoted the word at you.

“You will,” you assured him, believing it with all your heart, “And when you do, I bet you’ll be hooked for life, and then I’m going to laugh and say I told you so.”

“Sure, whatever,” he told you, clearly not believing a word of it, but still as you went back to your homework, he changed his playlist over to something more upbeat and calmer, and you knew you’d managed to help him after all.

The Future: Platonic

“I can’t believe you let the shrimp spike over top of you,” you snickered, still amused even several hours after the match, where Tsukishima had gotten to play Hinata for the first time since the short redhead had come home from Brazil.

It wasn’t anything official, just a group of the guys from their high school days getting together to play and to welcome Hinata back. That the group consisted mostly of Division 1 and 2 professional players was honestly just a coincidence. However you knew Tsukishima had purposefully placed himself on the opposite team from Hinata, mostly because he’d wanted to test himself against the former middle blocker.

It had been a close game, but in the end the Tsukishima’s team had lost to Hinata’s 2-3, though Tsukishima maintained that he could still have pride as they’d done better than the Adlers who’d lost 1-3 when they’d played Hinata’s team in the professional circuit.

You’d actually spent a good while teasing him that the game had only gone so well because he had some insight into what Hinata could do now thanks to watching him play Kageyama. Needless to say your tall blond friend hadn’t been pleased at all with that assertion, and between that and the one spike over top his block he was now sulking slightly as the two of you had dinner together, your treat.

Even though you’d gone your separate ways for college, the two of you still made it a point to keep in contact. Luckily, you’d already had some practice at it thanks to attending different high schools. Your friendship had always been an easy one, despite the apparent antagonism in your encounters. Just like that first time you’d seen him, when he’d attended that devastating game and discovered his brother was no longer the Ace, the two of you fell back together as easy as breathing.

These days you didn’t get to meet up too often, as you were busy with your own career and he was busy with playing for the Frogs while juggling classes at the same time. It made for pretty hectic schedules, which meant you mostly kept in touch through text and social media.

You had a rather snarky group chat that included Yamaguchi where the two of you sent memes and razzed each other. Funnily enough, since you’d gotten to know Yamaguchi throughout the years and the freckled boy had gained some more self-confidence, he’d started throwing his own shade at the both of you, taking no sides and landing devastating hits the few times he did speak up.

It was a lot of fun, and between that and almost daily text conversations you’d managed to stay close. You’d even both admitted to one another verbally and through text that the two of you were the best of friends, though it had taken some cajoling on a very exasperated Yamaguchi’s part.

You treasured the memory of it though, and had screenshotted the conversation to save. Funnily enough you knew he’d done the same, and while he’d never admit it, there was a framed photograph of the three of you, you him and Yamaguchi at Karasuno’s high school graduation, and another one just of the two of you at nationals your third year that he kept in his apartment in pride of place on the walls.

Still despite your hectic schedule you still tried to go to his games when you could, the same way he tried to come to your events. It was both to show your support for one another, and an opportunity to tease each other mercilessly in the event something untoward happened like it had today.

“Come on,” you coaxed at your moody friend who was pointedly ignoring you and sipping his drink, “It wasn’t that bad. You’ll get him next time. Besides, the look on his face when you stuffed him the first time after that during that special quick attack was pretty hilarious too.”

Tsukishima huffed, though you could see from the way the corner of his lips lifted upwards that you hadn’t been the only one amused by that particular incident, before commenting, “The bouncing tangerine is as volleyball crazy and completely insane as ever.”

“And it makes you want to work just that much harder doesn’t it?” you asked him knowingly.

“Whatever,” he acknowledged with a sigh, though you knew that meant yes, “Are we getting dessert or are you going to continue ragging on me about the game?”

“Dessert sounds good,” you conceded, feeling like you’d teased enough for now, though you were by no means done, “Let’s go find you some strawberry shortcake.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes at you, though it was incredibly good natured these days, the two of you fighting for a bit over who got to pay the bill, the same way you always did when you went out together.

As you wandered down the street to a dessert shop you knew was his favorite, you noted bemusedly that you never would’ve guessed the first day you met that the annoying blonde beanstalk would become your best friend. However, as you upped your pace, shooting back your own quips at him as he teased you for accidentally falling behind because of your shorter legs, you realized you really wouldn’t have it any other way.

The Future: Romantic

“That’s quite the look on your face,” you prompted lightly as you strolled over to where your boyfriend was standing. To most he would probably only look bored, but you recognized the tightness at the corners of his eyes and the slight downturn of his lips that let you know he was unhappy.

“Didn’t realize you were here,” he told you as his head snapped up, his eyes roaming over your form, clearly taking in the jersey you were wearing. It was one of his as per usual whenever you went to his games.

His statement made you roll your eyes at his faux casual statement, mostly because you knew it was a complete and utter lie. You went to all of his games that you could squeeze in, which meant you were present at almost all of them, and you’d texted him earlier to tell him you were coming to the game as usual.

However, years of experience meant you knew when to poke and when not to, and this was one of those times. It had been a rough game, with Koganegawa taking an injury early on, which meant they’d had to deal with the back-up setter who was nowhere near as good. Even from your position outside the court, you could tell it had grated at your boyfriend’s nerves every time they failed to sync up.

Admittedly it wasn’t all the setter’s fault. The poor guy had been practically shaking in his court shoes with both your boyfriend and Kyoutani staring him down. He was supposed to be a professional though, and you’d winced at every fumble. Somehow you doubted he’d ever play with this particular team again, especially since they’d lost rather spectacularly 3-1.

“Let’s go get some shortcake,” you proposed, in lieu of commenting about the game, holding out your hand for him to take.

“Shortcake with shortcake?” Tsukishima asked dryly, “How could I ever refuse?”

You rolled your eyes at the stale joke, but decided to ignore it, instead focusing on letting Tsukishima lead you by the hand out of the stadium. Neither of you even needed to discuss where you were going, instead hopping on a train together. There was nowhere else the two of you would rather go after all, than the bakery that had finally turned your longstanding platonic relationship into something more.

It was funny, the day had started just like any other meet-up of your little group, which had grown to include Yamaguchi and Yachi who’d started dating in their third year of high school. The two of them were very sweet together, and more than once you’d been invited along with Tsukishima, with the blonde excusing it as not wanting to be the third wheel.

This was just fine by you, as the group had a rather nice dynamic that you seemed to slot right into. You and Yachi, once she’d gotten past her initial shyness, had gotten along like a house on fire.

That day you’d all decided to meet up at a new bakery that had just opened up that Tsukishima had apparently been wanting to try. You’d been teasing him, wondering how someone so salty could have such a sweet tooth, and he’d been trying to declare that it was actually for Yachi and Yamaguchi’s sake.

However, Yamaguchi had informed indignantly that his favorite food was actually soggy French fries, and that Tsukishima’s was strawberry shortcake. It was then Yachi, in all her sweet innocence, had asked if that wasn’t what Tsukishima’s nickname for you was.

There had been several moments of silence as you’d slowly turned to look at Tsukishima for an explanation. You’d fully expected some kind of teasing from him, only to find him studiously avoiding your gaze, his cheeks a shade of pink that nearly matched the decorations on his cake.

Quick on the uptake, with your heart practically beating out of your chest at the thought that your long-held crush might actually reciprocate your feelings, you’d snatched his dessert and told him he clearly wouldn’t be needing it, since he could just have you instead. Tsukishima had sighed at you and rolled his eyes, but the gesture was clearly all for show given his cheeks had still been pink, but said he supposed it was a fair enough trade.

You’d walked out of the bakery with a brand-new boyfriend and a beaming smile, and ever since the two of you always came back to this particular bakery when one of you was craving shortcake. It seemed a pretty magical place for both of you, as it never failed to make you smile.

Sure enough by the time you’d finished your desserts, his earlier bad mood had vanished, and the two of you were engaged in a lively discussion about the game, debating and teasing one another again. As you walked out hand in hand listening to his annoyed tirade about the poor back-up setter, you smiled to yourself, savoring the comfortable perfect atmosphere between the two of you, and the fact that you were so very loved by your best friend.

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Shouta’s Present [Eraser Head | Shouta Aizawa]

Rating: Explicit  18+ content MINORS DNI. Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraser Head) X fem!reader Word Count: 1.5k Kinks and Warnings : dom-play, spanking, vaginal penetration, no condom, Aizawa Shouta POV, pet name 'kitten', birthday sex, partially clothed sex,  topping from the bottom Summary: It's Shouta Birthday! Here's a little present for him! Can also be read on Ao3 here: Shouta’s Present Big thank you to my lovely and amazing beta reader @lilleeboi

Shouta’s birthday was not really something he had any feelings toward. He had outgrown the wonder of it fairly quickly and merely entertained the excitement other people pushed onto him for it, be it his family or his friends. If it got overlooked for one year, he didn’t mind.

However, he couldn’t help but crack a smile when he trudged into his home late one night, just a little past one in the morning, when he saw the thoughtfully wrapped meal and cake on his dining table. A card with the words ‘Happy Birthday, Shouta’ carefully written on the front standing over the food.

The keys are only supposed to be used for emergencies. He thought half-heartedly, having given you the set only to get into his place if needed. He couldn’t be mad, happy to see you show your love despite his protests.

He had purposely scheduled an all-day and late-night patrol to line up with the annual event, going out of his way to point out he’d be too busy to ‘celebrate’. With how you had pouted, why was he surprised you had figured out a way to still do so; timing the meal so he’d come home the morning of his birthday to find the gift waiting.

Placing the cake in the fridge for later, he began eating the meal happily and popped open the card to read the inscription inside.

‘I hope you enjoy your gift. ❤’

Of course, he did; he loved your cooking.

A short while later, after a much-needed shower, he slipped into his room with nothing but a towel clinging to his waist. He was looking forward to what sleep he could get before he would be bombarded by Hizashi in the morning in an attempt to have Shouta celebrate the day despite his packed schedule.

These thoughts were quickly erased as he saw what was resting on his bed.

You.

Laying atop his bedsheets in full view, you were resting peacefully. He sucked in his breath at the sight of you, not just due to your unexpected appearance on his bed but thanks to your appearance itself. You wore a thin, silk black-red netted chemise set, the red lace threads coiling around your curves, and creating pockets of flesh to be exposed under the crisscross patterns. Your breasts and ass peeking out of the black silk, teasing him. You looked like a present waiting to be unwrapped with the way the lace wrapped around you. To top it off, a little red bow was tied in your hair to match.

‘I hope you enjoy your gift.’ He hissed as he realized your words.

This woman.

You had no idea when he would come home but had still waited for him, to surprise him.

He slipped on to the bed carefully, tossing the towel to the floor, his hand gently around your waist as he did so.

You stirred in your sleep, your eyes fluttering open and lips parting in a sleepy smile, “Welcome home.” You purred, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

“Those keys are for emergencies.” He reminded you with a faux tone of irritation as the kiss broke, his fingers exploring the patterns the lace created on your flesh.

You moaned at the touch, “Does that mean I need to be punished?”

“Perhaps.” He replied, burying his face into your neck, kissing and nibbling.

You giggled at the affection then pressed into his shoulder, pushing him on his back. Shouta let out a surprised noise, not used to you taking lead. He didn’t complain though as you climbed onto him, straddling him. His hand eagerly taking hold of your hips. The only barrier between his hardening cock and your pussy being the silk thong beneath your enticing outfit.

“Perhaps, you can punish me another time. Right now, I get to take care of you.” Your hips rolled against him as you spoke, hands trailing across his chest.

“Oh really?” He grinned, smacking your ass, causing you to yelp.

“Mhm.” You exhaled, biting your lip as he kneaded the cheek he had smacked, “The birthday boy de-deserves to be sp-spoiled.” Your words stuttering as his hip arched into you, pressing against you as you gyrated.

“Seems my present is enjoying herself more than me right now.”

You whined, “Shouta, I’m trying.”

He chuckled, “You’re doing great, Kitten. Go ahead, spoil me.”

“Well, since you want to be in charge as always,” you huffed, though not actually upset, “What do you want me to do first?” As you spoke you pulled teasingly at the bottom hem of your gown, causing more skin and thigh to be free from under the black silk netting.

Taking a long inhale as he stared you down, he considered the request carefully, “Ride me.”

“Already?”

“Mhm. I’m hard as rock thanks to your performance just now… and you look amazing. Unless you need more foreplay?” He grinned, feeling how soaked the thin material of your thong was against his skin.

You laughed, “Okay, okay. Let me just-” You started reaching towards the box of condoms on the nightstand, but he held your hips in place; not giving you the freedom to bend in the direction, catching you off guard, “Shouta?”

“Raw.” He commanded, voice deepening with the word, a greedy smirk on his lips.

“O-oh.” You replied meekly, sucking on your bottom lip as you processed the order.

“No?”

“It’s fine. I’m safe.” The reply was barely a whisper.

“I know. I’m waiting.”

“You have to let me move to take off-”

“I didn’t say take them off, I said ride me.”

You swallowed, eyes shiny as you reacted to his control, “Kay…” He let you shift just enough to reach a hand between your legs and pull the damp silk to the side, your pussy lips pressing against his shaft, eager to envelop him.

Your eyes never left his as you arched to give him room to move and slide inside you. You let out a gasp of satisfaction as he filled you. He could see just how inpatient you had been for him to return home from patrol.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he growled as he pushed into you, loving the sensation of your walls enfolding him with no barrier. It took all his control not to grab your hips and slam into you at that moment.

You started rolling your hips slowly, bracing yourself with his chest, muffled moans escaping you as you moved. His grip loosened, letting your pace quicken.

“So… deep.” You whimpered as he bottomed out, your back curving to accommodate him as you felt him kiss your cervix, careful not to hit it too forcefully as he pressed into you.

“Just like that.” He groaned between rumbling growls, his eyes rolling back as he succumbed to the pleasure of you squeezing him, your moans as you rode him music to his ears. He whined as he felt you tense up, already close to your first orgasm. 

“Come here.” He demanded, reaching up and grabbing the back of your neck. He drew you downward, pressing your chest against his as he pulled you into a kiss. As you entered the lower position, your rocking slowed in response.

Not liking that, Shouta grabbed your waist tightly and started thrusting intensely into you, no longer able to control his lust. You pulled away from the kiss, letting out cries of surprise and moans at the sudden act.

“Shou, fuck, ah, Shou. You can’t just- fuuuuuck.” You cried incoherently.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want with my present.” He growled, thrusting harder as you seized around him as your orgasm peaked, your face burying into his shoulder as you came. His assault continuing until he felt himself getting close as well. He fought it back, annoyed that he was already there, but... how could he not be when you felt so good?

As he reached his edge, he withdrew hastily and pressed his cockhead against your stomach, his seed surging out forcefully against the smooth fabric that was woven across your skin.

The two of you panted as you recovered, you resting atop him while his arms held you in place.

“Happy birthday.” You huffed out with a giggle after you regained yourself, sitting up to meet his eyes.

He chuckled, “Happy indeed,” He gestured towards the edge of the bed. “There’s a towel on the floor.”

You retrieved it, wiping off the thick fluid from your stomach and his, “Enjoy going raw that much?” you teased, inferring to the quicker than usual finish for him.

“Very much so.”

“Me t- Ah!” You yelped as he rolled, taking the top position and pressing you into the bed.

“Don’t think I’m done with you. Give me a bit to recover and I’ll be good to go.”

“Oh, I know.” You pulled him into a quick kiss, “I know you all too well. Plus – you still need to unwrap your present.”

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