#aka: i don't feel like arguing with u rn

[kiyoomi-levin]

somethin' new (miya twinsxF!reader) <NSFW>

a/n i'm working on like 3 other fics rn but i found this in my drafts and thought it was good enough to publish (with a LOT of polishing ofc). I'm new to smut writing so I'm very insecure abt this but i hope u enjoy

summary::: your older brother atsumu likes watching porn. and the twins like trying shit out on you. aka porn w plot osamu focus bc he's best boy word count::: 2.9k warnings/triggers!!!::: non-con, step-cest, stockholm syndrome-ish, the miya twins are really fucking mean and possessive, double penetration (my fave! <33)

People think the Miyas are scariest when they lose, when they're arguing with each other, or when they're distracted during a serve. 

But you know them better–actually, you know them best.

They're scariest when they're fucking you.

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"I was watchin' porn yesterday and I wanna try somethin' new," Atsumu announces as he walks through into the living room, tossing his volleyball bag onto the couch. 

Osamu rolls his eyes, continuing to flip through his textbook at the kitchen table. 

"Why the hell would you watch porn when you got ‘er right here?" Osamu snaps back, hardly glancing up. Atsumu’s eyes shift to you as you squirm on Osamu’s lap uncomfortably. 

Osamu continues casually stroking your pussy with one hand as the other holds you down. 

You’re shaking– he’s been at this for twenty minutes now, reading his lecture notes as he continuously edges you. You haven’t given in yet, though. 

You know he’s just waiting for you to beg him for it.  

It's still hard to believe that you’re dripping on his lap and he won’t stop memorizing vocabulary for his upcoming exam.

As a final year university student, Osamu’s been under a lot of pressure. What better way to alleviate it than to play with his favorite toy?

Atsumu takes in the scene in front of him, smirking when he makes eye contact with you. You quickly turn away.

Although the twins share you, it still feels wrong when one of them catches you in the act with the other.

“Ya sure you don’t even wanna hear? I know you’ll like it, ya freak,” Atsumu says, now glancing at his brother.

You shiver at Atsumu’s words and Osamu frowns as he moves his hand away from your lap.

"Fine. Out with it, asshole," he murmurs, finally distracted from his studies. He shoves his papers aside, full attention on you now. From the corner of your eye, you see Atsumu light up. 

It’s almost comical to see the twins this way.

Always fighting, always competing— but when it comes to you they're a single organism.

"I was watchin' my favorite porn star-- ah, don't be jealous, y/n! I only watch her for inspiration because she's freaky-- and I saw her take two in one hole." 

Your eyes widen.

You wouldn't be able to take it.

"No, please," you whisper, holding your breath. Osamu’s body flexes under you reflexively.

When have you become such a pussy?

You were always the outspoken, little step-sister who fought her brothers tooth and nail for the last slice of cake. 

Nobody could have excepted them to fuck the brat out of you within a month of moving in together.

Osamu surprisingly agrees with you.

"Nah. I'm not into rubbin' dicks with you," he says, both hands on your chest now. The thought of being that close to a naked Atsumu makes him grimace.

Atsumu rolls his eyes.

"I'm not into that shit either, but I wanna see her take it." You wince as Osamu pinches your nipples, hard. He's gone completely silent, which isn't a good sign. 

“It’ll be a little painful, but I know she’ll be able to pull through,” Atsumu continues, carefully watching Osamu’s expression.

The Miya fans would be shocked to discover that Osamu's a sadist, more so than Atsumu. 

While Atsumu wipes away your tears, Osamu enjoys watching them stream down your face.

When Osamu doesn't respond, Atsumu sighs and rubs his head, frustrated. He’d been looking forward to this since last evening, when he had to jerk off to the sounds of you and Osamu going at it.

"Fine then. I'll try it myself with a toy. I bought a new dildo for her, ya know. And it's bigger than you."

No further words are needed—Osamu pulls his hands out of your shirt, and you feel him physically fuming behind you.

He's possessive, stupidly so, and hates when Atsumu buys you disgusting silicon toys and shit. 

He really doesn't understand his twin sometimes. 

Why buy toys, why watch porn, when you, his adorable, precious little bitch, exists? 

Osamu would rather lose a game at nationals before you cum off a piece of vibrating plastic. 

And he won't admit it, but deep down he's scared. Scared that it'll satisfy you better than he can. 

The less competition, the better. He's already competing with Atsumu on a daily basis.

Atsumu, who can make you squirt faster than he can. Atsumu, who makes you laugh. Atsumu, who, Osamu knows, you favor.

Maybe it's because the little shit handles you just a little better in bed. 

Osamu picks you up from classes, purchases expensive jewelry and takes you out to get sweets every week, you still shy away from his touches.

So Osamu has given up-- if you're gonna hate him anyways, he'll do whatever he wants. 

And that’s why you’re always left a humiliatingly wet mess whenever he uses you. 

"Fine. Ya better take a shower first, you fuckin' freak," Osamu says, pushing you off his lap. 

Atsumu smirks, cracking his fingers and wrists.

"You be preppin' her, 'Samu."

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It feels good, but you don't want to admit it.

You’re lying on your shared king-sized bed, trying to hold back tears and moans as Osamu eats you out, pumping three of his long fingers into you quickly. 

Between the two of them, Atsumu can get you to cum faster. But Osamu gets you to cum harder. His every move is calculated–from every lick to every moment of rest he gives you.

Osamu's on a mission to get you to beg.

"Samu, please," you breathe, gripping the bed sheets. You feel him smiling, and you grip at the bedsheets. All the teasing he’d been doing before Atsumu got home is quickly catching up to you. 

“What was that?” He asks, his dark eyes taking in the conflicting emotions washing over your face. When you don’t respond, he leans back and slaps your pussy, hard. Your eyes widen in pain, and you can’t help the squeak that you release, to his satisfaction.

You’re wet, and he knows it’s not a fluke. You want him. He hasn’t trained you over this past year for nothing.

“‘You aren’t bein’ too mean, are ya?” Atsumu asks, stepping out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair with a towel. He’s shamelessly naked, hard from hearing your cries from the shower. 

Atsumu surveys your body, admiring the marks his twin has placed on you. 

A small part of him is thankful his brother is willing to play the role of mean cop. Atsumu gets to reap the rewards of consoling you—although he too enjoys seeing you covered in bruises and left in tears.

He’d never hurt you himself though. He likes cuddling with you and loves the way you laugh at his lame jokes too much. 

Osamu snaps him back to reality, standing up as he wipes his shiny lips with the back of his hand.

“She’s ready.”

Atsumu grins. His brother is strangely meek today---probably from you refusing to go to his practice game the other day. You had enjoyed a nice picnic date with Atsumu instead (although that ended with you shaking and moaning in Samu’s arms that night).

“I guess I’m first?”

“Ladies first.”

“You’re a bitch, ya know that?” Atsumu spits, rubbing his dick with his left hand and soaking his right in your wetness. Osamu laughs, pulling off his shirt in a smooth motion.

You, on the other hand, can’t stop shaking. The thought of having two of them in a single hole is almost too much to wrap your head around. With Osamu’s length and Atsumu’s girth, you’re sure you won’t be able to take it. 

What if you tear? Surely they’d stop if you beg hard enough.

For now, you can’t do anything but accept this. 

From what you’ve observed, when the twins are playful in bed, you shouldn’t resist.

Lost in your thoughts, you gasp as Atsumu yanks you towards him—he’s sitting at the head of the bed, leaning against the wall. You gulp as you find yourself hovering above his dick, facing Osamu, who’s busy tossing Atsumu's towel onto the ground.

“Aw, baby. Calm down, won’t ya? You know it hurts more when you’re nervous.” 

Atsumu brings your face towards him, grip so tight you couldn’t turn away if you wanted to. 

His rough hands, thick from years of volleyball training, gently smoothes out your hair, and he begins to press kisses on your jawline. The motion is so welcoming that you momentarily forget he’s the one to propose this in the first place.

Osamu sighs, frustrated.  

“Get on with it, won’t ya?”

Atsumu frowns at him, pulling away from you. 

“And that, ‘Samu, is exactly why she likes me better than ya,” he says, slamming you onto him in a single motion.

It hurts!

You groan, fingers twitching. It hurts already, he’s especially hard today. What’re you going to do when it gets to the meaner twin?

Atsumu pets your clit, grinning as he feels you begin to melt into his chest. He knows exactly how you like it. That spongy spot, right… there. Your groan turns into a moan as he shifts his hips, aiming to reach deep inside of you. 

Osamu doesn’t break eye contact with you as he slowly gets onto the bed. He’s in no hurry, unfortunately. 

If he wasn't such an asshole, you'd find him hot.

You really do love his gorgeous eyes and gray hair. 

"Stop bein' a dick and get on with it," Atsumu says. He scowls at his brother, who continues to simply stare at you. 

Both of them know Osamu doesn't want to actually hurt you. He'd never break you.

You're too precious.

"W-what?" Your shaky voice intrudes into his thoughts. 

You've gone red and stopped clawing at Atsumu's unrelenting hand.

Did he say that out loud? He must have, because Atsumu is laughing now.

Fuck. 

This isn't the time to be embarrassed, though.

Osamu reaches forward, lining his dick next to his brother's. 

To be honest, he was never opposed to the idea.

Yeah, Atsumu's a disgusting pig, but he's his twin. 

There's an unbreakable bond between them and knowing they share so much DNA sometimes makes Osamu feel as though they're just one person in two bodies. He’s honestly willing to try anything that Atsumu proposes (except get him off, of course, he’ll leave that to you).

Taking a deep breath, he begins to push, using his precum as lube.

Fuckkkkkk.

Osamu's pretty sure everyone had the same thought at that exact moment.

It's so tight. It's so warm. It’s hurting you, for sure. But it feels too good to stop. 

For you, it’s suffocating, being stuck between two muscular twins. And, once again showcasing their unspoken connection, they begin to carefully move in and out of you at the same pace. 

It hurts now, and tears are burning behind your eyes, but there’s that little voice in your head telling you to just relax and enjoy it—it’ll feel good.

Why? Why does it have to feel so good when this is all wrong?

Fundamentally, twins shouldn't be sharing the same girl, at the same time.

That same girl should especially not be their little sister whom they've been older brothers to for a decade.

But what does it matter now?

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Atsumu's in heaven. This is better than he imagined, actually. He’s decided that he’ll take the easy route, playing with your soft breasts and sucking hickies into your neck. His dick has gone still as he simply enjoys the fast pace Osamu fucks you at. 

While there’s a slight burn against his cock every time Osamu moves, the pain only intensifies the pleasure. 

Osamu’s eyebrows are furrowed as he focuses on watching his dick pump into you. He wants to curse out Atsumu for being so lazy, but at the same time— he’s always liked to be in charge. 

That voice was right, because it’s feeling good now. Your brain buzzes pleasantly and you’re losing control of your legs. 

Atsumu's moaning into your ear, Osamu's grunting with every push, and you feel hyper aware of every motion as you're slipping away. 

The dull lights of the room begin to blur.

You're crying now. Your toes are curling and drool slips out of the corner of your mouth. How stupid you must look right now.

How long has it been? 5 minutes? 5 hours?

It has to be at least that long or else the numbness that you’re beginning to experience down there doesn’t make any sense.

Atsumu has resumed his efforts in making you feel good, overstimulating every fiber of your being as he wipes away your tears and nuzzles your neck. It’d be an innocent gesture if he wasn’t rubbing circles onto your clit.

Osamu has been working like a well-oiled machine, admiring your broken face and how good his lower half feels, circulating adrenaline throughout his body. 

Just looking at you, choked up and crying, is enough. 

"I'm cumming..." he whispers. No, he’s not. He can’t. 

Not before his stupid twin does. And certainly not before you do. 

"Come on, baby, beg for it," Atsumu whispers into your ear, as if he can read his brother’s thoughts. 

Maybe they do have some sort of telepathy. Atsumu reaches forward and gently pushes down on your lower belly. You groan immediately. The slight pressure has your walls rubbing against their dicks even tighter now, and Osamu’s now grinding against that spot you love.

You’re gonna cum. Or pass out. Maybe both. 

"Please!" You shout. Fuck pride. "Please, please, please, ‘Samu, please cum."

Annnd he’s coming. Osamu reaches out, grasps your neck, and squeezes. 

Your cries are the only thing he can hear, loud enough to drown out Asumu’s words, and he’s losing sensation in his hips—

“Fuck, I love you, y/n…” Osamu says, admiring the way your eyes roll to the back of your skull. 

Even as your eyesight flickers, you make out this confession, lips automatically parting to moan. 

You tighten as Osamu releases in you, Atsumu following suit shortly after (something he’ll bully Osamu about later, no doubt).

There’s a certain stillness in the room as Osamu immediately slips out of you and turns away. Post-nut clarity’s setting in, and he realizes he’s not as fond of dick rubbing with Atsumu as he was a few minutes ago. 

Atsumu’s still panting in your ear, and, after a few moments of rest, gently eases himself out of you. Unlike his usual self (who insists on cuddling with you after the deed, no matter how much bodily fluid you’re covered in) he allows you to roll away from him, still recoiling from the strong orgasm.

Surprisingly, the lazy asshole leaps off the bed first today. 

“I’ll be taking a shower first. Alone.”

You muster enough energy to glance at him, then at Osamu. It’s so awkward you’d run out of the apartment if you could. 

Osamu knows his brother is being especially kind today, letting him speak to you in private.

As Atsumu strides towards the bathroom, he catches Osamu’s eye and winks, smirking at Osamu’s middle finger.

Osamu can basically hear his twin’s inner voice— this is just payment for the fuck.

You shut your eyes, registering the closing bathroom door. Now that the pleasure has subsided, you realize that you’re just in pain. Your chest and hips, especially, from Atsumu’s relentless teasing and Osamu’s rough handling. 

Damn it. You’re meeting with your friends tomorrow, how’re you going to hide these marks on your neck from them? 

From the way Osamu had choked you, you’re almost certain there’s going to be a bruise. You do have that leftover, crusty concealer that Atsumu got you a few months back—

“y/n, do you hate me?”

Osamu’s deep voice interrupts your thoughts. 

Your mouth instinctively opens, but you hesitate.

No. 

“No.”

Because you really don’t. Despite everything they put you through, you can’t bring yourself to hate them. 

Osamu lets out a silent sigh of relief, turning back to look at you. 

“Do you love me?”

You can’t answer him as quickly this time. 

Osamu and Atsumu were your brothers. They had been by your side for all of your childhood.

 They were the first ones to teach you how to ride a bike, how to multiply and divide, how to cook rice. 

They had been your first love. And even now… you’re relieved they’re with you, not in the bedrooms of other girls.

“I… do,” you admit. Fuck. You’re crazy. You know that. But you do. 

Even though you don’t want to admit it, you’re just as twisted as your brothers. You bury your head under the covers as the heat rushes to your face. 

“I wanna marry you.” Osamu suddenly announces, ripping back the blanket you’re holding to your face. He examines your blushing cheeks, and reaches down to grab your hand. 

Yeah, it’d look much fucking better with a shiny ring. He should look into a jewelry maker first thing tomorrow morning.

“Nope. I already called dibs, ‘Samu,” the blonde haired setter interjects, throwing open the door as if awaiting his cue. 

“Like months ago. Actually, years ago.”

Osamu frowns, prepared to retort back that actually, remember that you didn’t even like her when we first met her? You told dad you didn’t want him to marry mom because you didn’t want a sister, you little–

“We’re all Miyas here,” you say, predicting another fight. Despite your tiredness, you can't help but smile. 

Yeah, you do love them.

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a/n fun fact: i wrote this while meeting with my business class project group two semesters ago >.< depraved shit FR.. also no final read-through as usual bc i'm literally cringed out by my own writing LOL

[lxmiko]

Uhm...hello!

This is my first time requesting something....sooo if u don't mind....

Can u do something where luxiem gets jealous?? if you've done this already pls ignore this >¬<

Anyways thank u and I love the way u write!💞

luxiem being jealous / protective . . .

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hello hello !! sorry for the incredibly long wait ;; my first week of school just ended !! i’m trying to set some sort of schedule where i write a lil bit of whatever i’m doing throughout the week and then finish it up on the weekend if i don’t have any big projects due mhmhm, aka updates most likely every five to seven days (due to the fact that how much i write rn is actually a lot for me ••;;)

sorry that this kinda became more of a jealousy/protective thing ••;; wasn’t sure how to write jealousy for some of them ;;

but anyway, moving on to the brainrot >:D

characters: luxiem (separately)

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vox akuma

vox makes it very obvious when he’s jealous, he’s a little more passive aggressive toward whatever’s making him frustrated, and pins it on you (jokingly) afterward when the problem’s gone

he takes his eyes off of you for a second and comes back to see you swarmed by a stranger, and immediately, he begins to frown, but he calms himself enough to approach you quietly. perhaps he’s misreading the situation, maybe they’re a friend of yours, a relative or someone similar (but would they make your brows furrow? make you frown as you shake your head in polite refusal? he hopes he knows you better than that)

“hey there, my love,” he murmurs as he appears out of thin air by your side, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek with his eyes locked onto your confused expression with a smile. even as you stutter out a reply, he keeps his focus on you, completely ignoring the stranger in front of the two of you

his arms stay wrapped snugly around you, his gaze sweet as can be (and he makes sure the person sees the way you return his affection when you place a hand on top of the one he has on your hip)

and god, is vox protective .///. , his attention on you isn’t just for show. his eyes quickly and subtly scan for anything that’s amiss, his arm curling a little tighter at any and every difference he catches (that stranger best hope nothing’s wrong or they’ll be six feet under before they even know it ••;;)

it’s only when they make themselves known with an irritated sigh that vox’s eyes lazily drag to them. his lips curl up at the sneer on their face as he addresses you again. “who’s this, dear?”

it takes only a few minutes for the stranger to leave, frustrated and with a scowl at vox’s blatant attitude toward them (and your inability to stop him even as when you slap him arm and tell him to be nice ;;)

don’t worry about him being a lil shit after they’re gone though!! he means no harm, it’s just that he loves when you push at his chest and look away with a pout whenever he leans toward you with that stupid grin of him, asking, “you did that on purpose, didn’t you, love?”

he pokes fun at you and pouts dramatically when you huff, accusing you of being “so mean” to him when he’s only asking a “simple question”

you can try to win, argue with him all you want, tease him back, or maybe even get so flustered that you die (;;), but all he’ll do is shoot you a cheeky smile and go “mmhm~” >:c

even though he doesn’t get jealous often (as he might try to make you think) since he feels very secure in your relationship and himself ^^, he won’t ever give up the chance to tease you, so watch out for that ;;

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mysta rias

mysta tries really hard to not let you know when he’s jealous ;;

it’s almost like an embarrassment to him. he hates doubting and he hates feeling so insecure no matter how many times you tell him you love him, and he stumbles to come up with lies to cover up his feelings, especially if it’s over something he thinks is stupid

you asked him on a date earlier that day, and he’s currently walking toward where you wanted to meet up. his mind supplying useless anxieties as he came closer and closer. god, he hopes he looks okay, that he isn’t late even though he made sure he’d arrive a few minutes early, but above all else, his heart thrums with excitement with every step ^^

but up ahead, he sees a stranger looking at you so sweetly, your back to him, and he stutters in his step at the sight. maybe you know them, maybe he shouldn’t intrude…

his head floods with numerous thoughts, perhaps you want to talk to them more than him right now, you might’ve asked him to hang out today but maybe you had a sudden change of plans

he hates that his mind jumps to all these stupid conclusions, but he can’t help it, nor can he the resentment that bubbles at the sight of the stranger. he wants to run away, terribly so

before his thoughts overtake his mind, he catches the frown you show them, taking a step back as they take a step forward. you’re uncomfortable, he notes, and it makes him furrow his brow in confusion for a second at the revelation

while mysta’s not the most observant person, something clicks in his mind, and he just knows something’s wrong, especially with the way that stranger’s trying to place a hand on your arm with a leer as you jerk away from their grasp. it makes his blood boil.

mysta quickens his pace, yanking their hand from your wrist, his grip tightening when they immediately try to defend themselves. “don’t touch them,” his scowl grows at their insistence that they weren’t trying to do anything, and it especially gets worse when the stranger tries to ask for your opinion

they ask you to confirm that they’re just a friend, right? mysta’s just overreacting, right? but mysta knows better. he pushes the stranger away with the grasp he has on them, his voice low and mean as he speaks, “i don’t care who you are, don’t touch them or come near us ever again.”

the stranger stumbles away with a curse and disappears among the crowd, and the second they’re gone, mysta’s eyes and hands are wandering over every inch of your body, inspecting for any injuries or discomforts. “are you okay, babe? shit, i should’ve came earlier,” he scolds himself and apologizes profusely despite your adamant refusal to it being his fault

he sulks and pouts, and god, he just hopes you’re okay and that you’ll forgive him (even if he’s done nothing wrong ;;). the whole situation leaves a bad taste in his mouth, but he forgets any and all of his bitter emotions toward the stranger to focus on you (and perhaps if you give him a kiss, he’ll feel even better ^^)

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luca kaneshiro

luca doesn’t really notice that he’s jealous, being one to confuse his feelings at times and overall having a hard time expressing himself as someone other than “the himbo who screams ‘pog >:DD!!!’”

though, it doesn’t take much to get him jealous, but most of the time, it’s not enough to make him react any different than he usually does

it’s only when someone’s bothering the two of you while you’re out on a date that jealousy burns him and anger flickers dangerously within him

he’s only gone for a moment, perhaps picking up the food and drinks you two ordered at the counter, when he comes back to you uncomfortably but politely rejecting someone’s advances ;;

a flurry of emotions and thoughts hit him all at once: anger, jealousy, annoyance, and most importantly, he has to get that person away from you

he approaches you both with a furrowed brow, asking who the person is and making sure the hand he has secured around your hip is noticeable. his presence alone is intimidating, especially with the scowl that begins to grow on his face for every second the stranger lingers, but eventually, they stumble away with a shaky gasp at luca’s glare, out of sight

he turns to you, frowning and quiet, even as you pull him to a secluded area for him to calm down, he still pouts at you ;; responding with mumbles to your questions

but then, you ask him if he’s jealous. he shrugs, thinking that if this is what he’s feeling, the slight weight on his chest that burns and makes him so upset, then he’ll admit it. “yeah, i am, what about it?”

the instant it clicks that it’s jealousy, luca scolds himself in his head. he knows you love him, and he’s confident in all that is you and him (a part of him can’t believe he doubted what the two of you are in the first place)

he flashes you a cheeky grin and showers you with love, pulling you close with arms encircling your waist, his head snuggling into the junction of your neck and shoulder and pressing sweet, little kisses to your skin .///.

it’s a twist that you could only expect luca to pull on you, giving you copious amounts of affection with a smile on his face even if he was frowning and pouting at you earlier

“i love you, honey,” he snuggles onto you as his arms wrap just a little tighter around you, “i love you, you know that?” he repeats and pulls back to admire your features for a moment before giving you a chaste kiss to the lips with a smile

luca knows you’re his and he reminds you he’s yours as well, pulling you out from the secluded area you took him to to continue your date (he makes sure it goes smoothly this time ^^)

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ike eveland

ike likes to think he’s mature enough to not get jealous, and he defines it more as being (over)protective instead when he feels that way at times

as much as he hates confrontation, the idea of you being bothered by some stranger and being uncomfortable when he could be doing something to help you makes him act

he nearly drops the energy drinks he bought at the store the two of you are at when he hears you yelp

there’s someone who has their hand wound tightly around your wrist, tugging you closer as they whisper something about how you’re too pretty to be alone, and ike feels something burning within him, his hands trembling with anger as he approaches the two of you with fast steps

as he draws nearer, his lips part to speak, “let go of them,” his voice is clipped and borderline snappy, but he adds to the end of his demand to be polite, “please.”

the stranger questions his authority over you, as if you’re something to be owned, asking things such as who was he to say what they could do to you, you didn’t belong to him, and ike swears he’s never been so annoyed in his entire life when his hand comes between the two of you, his fingers prying off the person’s grimy grip on you, careful to not hurt you

“i suggest you leave,” he tries to hard to keep his voice even, but it’s so hard when all he can think of is how this person’s an absolute idiot, and how he’s one too for having you to wait outside when he went into the store

when the stranger gives up and walks away, ike turns back to you, his eyes filled with worry as he traces your features, his hands trembling almost undetectably

he smooths out the creases in your clothes caused by the scuffle and murmurs under his breath, whether it’s to you or himself, “it’s okay, you’re okay, everything’s fine.”

he was so scared, he realizes, of what could’ve happened if he appeared a little too late, or if the stranger had been a lot more stubborn

it worries him to no end, but he takes in a shaky breath and sighs, as long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters

reassure him please ;; he needs to know that you're fine and that he did enough

no matter what you say though, he'll continue to be wary while the two of you are out, tensing when situations feel dangerous and darting his eyes around the area more often to make sure everything is fine

ike keeps his eye on you too and might worry a little too much (don’t be surprised to see him glancing to the shop’s door every time someone enters to make sure it’s no one suspicious ^^;;) but he means very well and just wants to keep you safe .///.

— *✧･ﾟ: * —

shu yamino

shu isn't one for jealousy, and he believes you’re able to take care of yourself without needing him to step in, though it doesn’t stop him for subtly looking out for you either way

he’s always assumed he was pretty dense, but he always seems to notice everything when it comes to you

like the stranger flirting with you right in front of him while the two of you are out on an errand

he’s not entirely shocked, since he usually limits pda since he feels that those things should be kept a little more private, so it’s harder to tell that you and him are dating

but this person is completely ignoring him

whether they knew you and shu were together, they focused only on you, sending flirty remarks as you smile politely, albeit uncomfortably

there’s a weird feeling building in his chest, something that makes him want to snap at the stranger to go away, but he tries to make no mind of it even if his eyes stay locked on the interaction between you and the stranger

he’s usually pretty good at staying out of things like these, knowing you can take care of it yourself, but whatever emotion he’s feelings pushes him to cough and step closer to you, hoping to get the stranger’s attention off you

when they don’t react, he clears his throat a little louder, and finally, the stranger shoots him an annoyed look, but at least he has their attention

he looks to you and leans in with a hand on your lower back to murmur, loud enough for the stranger to hear, “babe, we should keep moving. we only need to get one more thing.”

at the petname, the stranger cringes and immediately departs with a few colorful words and judging stares (something about leading them on ••;;)

you turn to him all confused, asking why he did that for, but he just shrugs and instead tugs you along to continue on with the errand

he slips his hand down to yours, keeping your fingers intertwined for the rest of the time the two of you are out :>>

you can point out that he’s being a little more affectionate than usual, at least in public, but he’ll deny any and all accusations as he subconsciously rubs his thumb back and forth on top of yours as you hold hands ^^

in the end, he’ll probably never tell you his reasoning for getting rid of the stranger, but he’ll admit to himself in the very least that while he’s not a petty person (nijitoxic, fake..), the fact that he had ruined that person’s day made him a lot happier than he should’ve been (nijitoxic, real?!)

— ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ—

update on discord server !! it’s very much slowly coming together ! i’m not entirely sure what technical things gotta be done to it just yet since it’s a pretty slow process with the only worker being just me (especially because of school ;;) but it’s coming along!! i’ll post an update soon so look out for that if you’re interested in joining ^^!!