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crimson-calligraphyx · 11 months

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A/N: Bear with me about the childbirth; I've never given birth lol. There is also gore in minor detail in this chapter.

"Mom," I moaned out in agony, cradling my swollen belly as I entered my parent's bedroom. It was only 2 in the morning, and I certainly felt guilty waking them up in the middle of the night, but this was urgent. My mom stirs, breathing in deep and peeks her eyes open, my dad doing the same. "What is it, honey?" she croaks, her voice heavy with sleep. "My water just broke," I tell her, looking down at my soaked pajama pants, grimacing as I feel a contraction start to come on. I leaned against the doorframe, the pressure in my back becoming unbearable.

Within seconds, she's whipping the blankets off her and stepping into her slippers, rushing over to me. She braces me with a hand on my back as I let out a cry from the pain. "It's okay baby, let's get you in the car," she says gently as she takes my hand and starts to guide me down the hall. I can hear my dad grunt as he rolls out of bed to trail after us, grabbing the overnight bag that mom had helped me back prior.

It felt like an eternity before I settled into the car, having to stop short here and there as a contraction would come and render me motionless. I recline the seat so I could lie down, trying to get the least bit of comfort as my parents drove me to the hospital. Mom held my hand the entire way, letting me squeeze hers when needed. I tried to focus on her hand in mine, gritting my teeth and panting while trying to suppress my cries.

We made it to the hospital relatively quickly, and soon enough I was checked in and brought to the triage room. Everything was a blur as the nurse situated me with an IV and strapped a fetal monitor on my belly, amongst other things. The whole process seemed so invasive as they checked my cervix for dilation, but I knew that this was completely necessary.

Hours have passed, and I was finally admitted to the delivery room, having received an epidural after suffering through contraction after contraction. Before I knew it, it was time to push.

"Mom, I don't think I can do this," I cried, already exhausted after only a few pushes. "You got this," she encourages me, wiping the sweat from my forehead with a damp cloth. "You're my blood; you're tough as nails, Amelia." I let out a breathy laugh, my lips quivering as I tried not to let out another sob from both the ache of childbirth and her words of affirmation.

She was right of course because soon enough, my daughter was here and being placed on my chest. She was so beautiful, with her swath of dark hair and rosy cheeks smooshed against me as she snoozed. Her skin was so soft, so warm against mine, and I was immediately filled with joy, with peace. Everything felt right in the world at this very moment.

The air was frigid, my lungs burning with each inhale as I tried my best to keep my legs moving.

I halted, gasping for air as I spun in a circle, taking in the view around me. We were located on a large off-grid compound, boxed in by dilapidated split-rail wooden fences, surrounded by woods—I had no idea where to go.

Away. I just had to get away. I had to get help, I had to get Noah out of that prison.

There didn't appear to be any neighboring buildings, and the sun was starting to set, meaning I'd soon have no sunlight to help guide me through the woods. I cursed under my breath and picked a random direction, the thin layer of snow crunching under my feet as I ran.

I hobbled over the fence, stumbling momentarily from the uneven and slick mounds of leaves that were iced over from the snow. Still, I kept pushing myself to get further away from this Hell hole and hopefully closer to civilization, closer to help. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the house get smaller and smaller as I continued my trek and let out a breathy laugh—I was doing it, I was getting away.

The little bit of hope that I had gets ripped from me when a searing pain shoots through my ankle, causing me to collapse and land heavily on my chest and face. I tried to cry out from the pain in my leg, but the force from my fall knocked the wind right out of me, leaving me gasping for air. I was writhing against the ground, my lungs screaming for oxygen.

I rolled and pushed myself into a sitting position, and my eyes grew wide from the horrific sight of my leg, panic settling into my chest. I'm finally able to take a deep breath and belt out a cry, reaching for the contraption that was consuming my leg. With shaky hands, I tried my best to pull the jaws open, but to no avail with the amount of blood that was denying a secure grasp on the steel.

At this point I'm sobbing, not knowing what to do with the bear trap clamped around my ankle. Even if I found a way to release it, my ankle was surely broken—there was no way I could walk on it.

“Help!” I hollered, hoping there was a neighbor somewhere beyond the woods that could hear me. “Someone please help me!” All that answered me were my own echoes and the gentle creaking of branches as the wind blew by. Still, I kept calling out for help, my throat growing raw—maybe by the grace of God, my solace would appear and take me away from this nightmare.

I wasn't sure how long I cried for help, but eventually I gave up and collapsed onto the ground, exhausted. The sun had set, leaving me in the dark as the air grew colder, and at this point, I couldn't even feel my leg. I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head at myself—this was hopeless. I accepted that this was the way that I died: starving and freezing, with my leg bleeding profusely.

"Oh, dear. There you are." I hear Charles' voice suddenly, and I'm immediately plagued with dread. I pushed myself into a sitting position, my eyes landing on the silhouette approaching me as he shines a flashlight at me, malice permeating from him. "No! Stay away from me!" I screamed, trying to scoot away from him.

I don't have far to go, the bear trap restricting my mobility and relighting the fire that burned up my leg as I tried to pull against it. The teeth dug into me, tearing at my flesh with each move that I made, and I'm sobbing all over again.

"You really think I'd let you get away again?" he laughs deviously, crouching beside me. I kept trying to distance myself, tears rolling down my cheeks as I whimpered with each tug against the jaws. I was a blubbering mess, petrified of what he would do to me.

"Quit your crying," he seethes and snatches my face in his hand, his nails digging into my cheek. "This is what you get for being so foolish, Alice. Get up." "Fuck you!" I spit out, trying to free my face from his grimy hand. He grits his teeth, his eyes growing darker than the night as he takes a fistful of my hair, yanking me to my feet as he stands. My knee buckles from the weight on my ankle, a shooting pain running up my leg once again. He keeps me on my feet, manipulating my body with the grasp he has on my hair.

"We can do this easy way, or the hard way. Your choice," he glowers at me, animosity radiating from him as his eyes pierce through me. I remained silent, panting hard as the agony consumed what felt like every inch of my body. "That's what I thought," he sneers, letting go of my hair.

I lose my balance, falling backwards and landing hard on my backside as he crouches by my foot. He fiddles with the bear trap and releases it; I wail from the feeling of the teeth dislodging from my skin, the shock of it rendering me breathless and lightheaded. He yanks me to my feet again, this time by the arm he's hurt time and time again and begins to drag me back to his property.

When he brings me back down to the basement and dumps me on the mattress, I notice that Noah isn't here. I succumb to another wave of panic, the fear of being alone and the uncertainty of his well-being flooding my mind. Where was he? How badly was he hurt? Was he alive? Could I have prevented whatever happened to him if I had just stayed?

"What did you do to him?!" I shriek, forcing myself back onto my feet and leaned against the wall for support. "Oh, don't worry about your paramour; he got exactly what he deserved," he chuckles menacingly, beginning to turn back towards the door. Anger surged through me, and I throw myself at him, ignoring the searing pain in my leg. "You fucker!" I fisted his shirt with both hands, yanking him towards me, "Where is he?!"

He doesn't say anything, just laughs mischievously with a shake of his head. I pounded my fists against his chest in frustration, tears burning my eyes, "You sick fuck, tell me where the fuck he is!" He snatches my arms by the wrists, a scowl spreading across his features as I writhed, trying to break free from his grasp. "Now, now, Alice. What did I tell you about talking to your husband like th—"

Without thinking, I spit in his face.

He looks at me dumbfounded, his hands loosening their hold on me for a split second. His face contorts back into anger, growling, and he whips me towards him, throwing his head into mine. I see stars, blinking rapidly to clear my vision until he does it again, and everything goes black.

I wake up in a panic, feeling someone’s hand on my shoulder and blindly swing my arm out to push them away. “Don’t touch me!” I shout and sit up, panting, unsure of what was happening. “Woah, hey, it’s just me, Meels.” I hear Noah’s voice, and relief starts to take over. I sigh harshly and comb the front of my hair back with my hand. “Sorry,” I huffed, shaking my head. I finally lay eyes on him, and my heart sinks at the sight. His eye was swollen shut again, fresh blood dribbling down his face from his hairline, nose, and this time his mouth. His bottom lip was double the normal size and split open, most likely needing stitches to heal properly.

“I’m so sorry, Noah,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes from the guilt of just leaving him there. “I should’ve tried harder to get you out, or stayed and went back inside instead of running—” “Shh, Amelia, it’s okay,” he reaches out and puts a firm hand on my arm, “I told you to go.” “No! It’s not okay, Noah! Look at you,” I shake my head, crying. “It’s all my fault.”

He sits next to me and scoops me into his arms, cradling my head against his chest. My body tenses, unsure of how to respond to the gesture. I wanted to push myself away, yet I found myself also wanting to ease into him, wanting to allow him to soothe me, to comfort me the same way he did all those years ago.

“It’s not your fault,” he whispers, running his hand down my hair, “he was going to do this to me whether or not you tried to stop him.” “I-I swear I w-was going t-to find help,” I sputtered, having a hard time catching my breath with how hard I was crying. “I know, Amelia, I know,” he says gently, rubbing my back now. “Even if you hadn’t tried, I don’t care. I just wanted you to make it home to your daughter; that’s what really matters.”

She’s also your daughter—you need to make it out of here, too.

I found myself clinging onto his shirt and rolling my face against his chest—the sobs coming out of me were relentless. I couldn’t stop crying, the guilt of everything weighing down on me. The guilt of leaving him here, the guilt of not being able to find help for him, the guilt of how badly he was beaten because of my selfish choice. And most of all, the guilt of hiding Leora from him for nearly five years, and how much effort I put into keeping him out of her life.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t have the both of us die here, with him not knowing the truth. He deserves the truth.

“Noah,” I croaked, trying to find my voice, “Noah, please don’t be mad at me.” “I’m not mad, Amelia—” I force myself out of his arms, shaking my head. “No, not about this…for…for what I’m about to tell you.” I slide away from him, wincing from the pain in my ankle as I pushed myself against the dirt. I look at him with tears still rolling down my face, my lips trembling as he stares back at me with curiosity. He shakes his head, baffled, and I avert my attention to my hands, picking at the skin around my nails, the anxiety running rampant within me.

“Leora is your daughter.”

|Chapter 8|

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beesparlour · 2 years

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a kiss on court

kagami taiga x black!reader

kagami lands on his feet, pumping his fist in the air after scoring the winning dunk against touou. before the team could crowd around him, he lifts aomine off the ground and lets him walk away, the blue haired boy obviously in deep thought. turning towards his team, a smile split against his face as his teammates rushed towards him, proud smiles on their faces. the energy in the group was high, and kagami felt buzzed, laughing as the team ruffled his hair and slapped his back approvingly.

they all gave him compliments, and approving looks, but for kagami it went in one ear and out the other.

but his mind is only thinking of one thing.

you

his red eyes turns to where you were standing. you and riko’s hands were locked tightly together jumping excitedly while spinning in circles. your cheers could be heard from across the court, and his heart warmed to see how happy you were for the team. it just proved how much you genuinely cared for all of them as their manager.

kagami stared intensely at you, and he could practically feel the adrenaline pulsing in his veins. his gaze burned holes into your head, and it caused you to turn to him, because you could feel eyes on you. and oh god. the way he was watching you had your heart pounding against your ribs.

“why’s he looking at me like that?”

“did i upset him?”

“no he can’t be upset at me, they just won!”

“is he checking me out? no i’m overthinking.”

“it’s fine y/n, it’s not that deep, girl get ahold of yourself.”

a million thoughts at once, but every single one focused on him. kagami taiga, the man that held your heart in the palm of his hand.

and he wasn’t even yours.

your pounding heart pained, but you sent him a thumbs up and proud smile. this was about him, his win. the teams win.

kagami’s heart hammered feverently against his chest, as it always did whenever you smiled at him. your smile is his favourite thing, it could make the worst loss seem better.

pulling away from the rest of the group, kagami stomped over to you, determination in every step.

“now or never kagami, use this confidence”

what felt like an eternity when it was all just two minutes, kagami’s sweaty form loomed over you, eyes trained on your own, before flitting to your lips.

you peered up at him, confused. why was he still looking at you like that. with so much want in his eyes.

a shiver ran through you as he stepped closer, eyes moving away from your lips, piercing red gaze moving to stare into your brown eyes.

clearing your throat, you asked him breathless:

“kagami”

the tall boy tilted his head, moving closer to your face, his laboured breaths fanning your lips.

“uhm, i just wanted to say good j-“

he interrupted you by pressing his lips against your own, cradling his hot hands against your warmed face. kagami was so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the proximity he was in startled you, but you wasted no time in returning the kiss, he gave you the opportunity. you weren’t about to let it go.

sliding his hands down your arms, which were still glued to your sides, leaving goosebumps in his wake causing you to shiver again. he placed his hands on your waist, and pulled you closer to his body, and you immediately looped your arms around his neck, playing with the red tufts at the nape of his neck.

the crowds cheers swelled, and you were the first to, reluctantly pull away once you remembered your surroundings. kagami’s eyes were still on you, hooded and dark. he wanted more.

peeking behind his shoulder, some of the team looked shocked, and some smug as if they were waiting for it to happen, waiting for one of you two to finally break.

you hid in his neck in embarrassment and groaned. kagami, was slightly red but regretted none of his actions, his heart was still singing.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long” he whispered in your ear.

“you’ll get another opportunity, when we get back to my place?” you suggested, looking up at him hopefully.

kagami almost broke his neck from how enthusiastically he nodded and you laughed at him.

going on your toes you whispered

“we can have a little more, privacy.” you kissed his cheek and practically skipped away towards riko, leaving a shocked kagami behind you.

“she’s gonna be the death of me”

a/n - how do you write better kissing scenes this is so sick😒 hope y’all liked this tho cause i was really kicking my feet writing it.

@vespersposts

#kagami taiga #knb scenarios #knb x black reader #kuroko's basketball #black!reader #blackreader #knb fic #knb x reader #kuroko no basket #kagami taiga x black!reader #kagami taiga x blackreader

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staywhore · 2 years

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he was supposed to be mine

she's mine part one

bangchan x reader

word count: 1091

genre: dark romance babes

warnings: just blood and like gore warnings for this first part. its kinda dark and im sorry but not sorry.

an: hey babes! so this is the start of a new series! this will be kinda dark and ofc smutty hehe. Please, please, please, no hate to Felix! I absolutely love him and he was just the first member I thought about using yeah so please don't think I hate him, I'm just good at writing about a murder I guess ://// hey also please if you like this write a comment if you'd think I should take this ff and turn it into a fully fleshed out book! I really like this idea and might turn it into a book. It's my dream to be an author and writing fan fiction has really helped me to gain confidence in my writing! okay well, enjoy hoes ill have the second and possibly third chapter out tonight!

tag list: @hanniegoo @hanjisbeloved @spiderrenjunfics

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He’s the one.

It’s always been him.

It was only ever him.

But, he’s no longer here.

The only thing left of him is his flesh blown to chunks all around me.

His blood pools under my knees, causing my white dress to fuse to my skin.

The dress every girl dreams of.

The emotions bubble underneath my skin like a fire raging.

I lift my head from the man I was planning to spend the rest of my life with scanning the entirety of the chapel.

I’m the only one left who hasn’t been reduced to a soulless sack of red meat.

My hands vibrating out of rage cradle Felix’s slack face, his eyes still open but no longer are they filled with life. They stare emptily back into my own. The tears fall before I can stop them. Our faces are now wet with my tears as footsteps echo throughout the hollow church. I can’t bring myself to realize the danger that I’m in. As the echoing grows louder, I’m still locked in place. Utter and complete sadness keeps me from wanting to run from the threat no doubt coming back to finish the job.

I want to die.

I only wanted to live for Felix.

He was my light.

Now, that light has been snuffed out.

It’s not until the steps fault and the heat from a body nearly burns me that I finally turn to face the reasoning for my pain. A mangled sob lodges itself in my throat as I wipe the tears from my blurry vision and he comes into view.

Evil spills from every angle of his hard body. He’s covered head to toe in black. His features are dark as his eyes scan my body from the bottom up, pausing slightly at the way my hands grip my lost love’s lax face, continuing up to stop at my face. My pristinely finished makeup is no doubt washed away and mixed with my tears. I look at how his eyes soften as he takes me in fully. He takes a cautious step toward me but stops when I flinch, gathering as much of my fiances bloodied body as I can into my lap.

They can’t take him.

He was supposed to be mine.

I cringe slightly as I feel more of his warm blood soaking through my dress, leeching onto my clammy skin. I somehow manage to hold his back to my chest. His head lulls hitting my shoulder with its full weight. I try to support him by wrapping my arms around his middle, but I realize there’s not much of his middle left. He has a big hole in the center of his chest and one lower. I look around us and see organs that should be inside him.

No, no, no.

This isn’t right.

That should all be inside of his body.

I look where my arms are resting, and notice where some of his innards are falling out because of my hold. I rush of anxiety runs throughout my body and I’m frantically trying to push everything back inside of him. More tears spill and this time guttered sobs escape with them. My hands are slick with his life force, my once pale skin now is a stained red. I raise my hands from their useless task as more heady emotions surge through my nervous system. Turning my palms towards the floor, a dull sparkle from my engagement ring steals my attention. The soft glow of warm light from a mixture of candles and yellow light catches at the different angles of the 4-carat emerald-cut diamond ring. I try to recall the night he proposed but all I can see when I close my eyes are his lifeless eyes and how his body weighs me down.

“Y/n.” My eyes flutter open when the man calls out to me. He is now kneeling beside Felix and me. His eyes are still soft, I almost think I see a dusting of emotion brimming but his expression changes quickly, shielding me from what he’s feeling.

“It’s time to let him go.” He reaches out to take Felix from me but I hiss at his attempt. Keeping his hand out he watches me carefully, “Y/n this isn’t him anymore and you know that.” Felix’s body has slumped down so his head is back in my lap. His dull eyes are still open and looking up at me. I choke out a cry as another way of reality sets in that he’s no longer with me.

He left me alone once again.

He promised to always be by my side.

With an uneven breath, I reach a hand out to his face. Tracing his features for a final time, desperate to commit the feel of his skin to my memory. My fingers, now sticky with his blood, glide over his eyelids shutting them. I press a kiss on each of them and then to his lips. The coldness of his skin leaves a chill deep in my bones and sends a pang of sadness directly to my heart. I lean back and face the man before me. His face is still dark with an emotion I can’t decipher but he still has the warm glow of life coursing through him and when I look back at the man laying dead on top of me I finally release my weak grip on the body of the man I once loved and extend my hand to the still living one beside me.

He ignores my hand and wraps one underneath my shoulder causing me to hug his neck as his other arm snakes under my knees. Felix’s body rolls onto the ground, leaving him in an unnatural position. I force myself to look away from the body and look up at my… rescuer. Surely he must be. If he was here to kill me he wouldn’t have bothered to remove me from the murderous scene. The stench of blood and death floods my senses and it causes me to gag. It overwhelms me and the adrenaline leaves my system, taking its toll on my body.

So tired I let it consume me.

I let the darkness cloud the pain that’s wrapping its claws around my heart and soul.

Before it completely takes control I feel the man hold me closer to his hard body, his grip tightening in a protective way that causes a microscopic amount of pain to lift from my soul.

#bangchan fanfic #skz #skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan #bang chan x reader #staywhore

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letstalktea · 10 months

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Content: Grand Duke!Wyll x afab!Tav, post game, established relationship, fluff and smut

Word count: 950

The cool sheets of the bed – a bed so grand you could hardly believe that you'd been sleeping on the ground nightly not all that long ago – ran softly over your naked body. Once upon a time, you would have shivered beneath such chilly covers and cradled yourself for more warmth, but these days there was a greater source of warmth beside you.

You shifted under the covers, moving closer to the body beside you and laying your head against his bare chest. Wyll's chest rose and fell with even breaths as he slept, dreaming things you would never know but things that were entirely his own, just as you now dreamt of things of your own these days.

The scarring across his abdomen ran deep; blade marks, puncture wounds, the distinct pattern of claws. As you ran your fingers over each one, they burned around the edges. Once upon a time, after you both finally had time to sit and relax after the world finished falling apart, you had asked him for some of the stories. Each one was a hero's tale in and of itself and thinking about that made you swoon for him. He was more than The Blade of Frontiers these days, but that didn't mean it was any less a part of him than the day you had met.

You kissed his cheek gently, grateful to share a bed with a man like him.

His lips pursed and eyes creased before opening in small slits to stare at you.

You smiled, something between being cheeky and embarrassed at being caught. "Hello."

"Good morning," Wyll said before realizing that it was still pitch dark. "Or, whatever time it may be."

"Yes, whatever time it is." You kissed his cheek again before moving to his lips and wrapping your hand in his. "You know, I find it unfair how good you look even when you're asleep."

"I apologize for my good fortune."

"An apology isn't enough." With a mischievous smile on your face, you sat up in bed and rolled over to sit on top of him. "If you want forgiveness, you'll have to earn it."

"How could I deny such a request?" he asked as he wove his fingers in between yours and craned his neck so he could stare up at and admire you.

Your back arched as you leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose, a light giggle falling from your upturned lips. "My hero."

You leaned your weight against his palms to give yourself the leverage to raise your hips above his. His dick stood proudly beneath your wanting hole, waiting for you to take the initiative and welcome him in.

Slowly, you lowered your hips until the lips of your pussy were kissing the tip of his cock. Then you sunk further until you could feel the delicious stretch of his girth and how it made you bite your own lips to keep from moaning too loudly. It had been far too long since you last felt him in this way.

He squeezed your fingers between his own while his good eye continued to stare at your face. "Are you alright?"

"Mhm," you hummed. "I'm just adjusting. You're not small enough to go unnoticed, you know."

"I'll decide to take that as a compliment."

"How noble of you. You serve your position well." He was, after all, now his father's successor. You dropped your voice low enough that it sounded like a whispered breath. "If you would allow me to do the same."

You closed your eyes, trying to drown in the pleasure of him. Making love to Wyll was soft and passionate, a fever contained only to you and him and the bed.

Still bracing against him, you raised your hips and began to slowly roll along the length of his cock. Every time he bottomed out inside of you made you want to sing. His powerful gaze left you burning up inside and your legs weak. A part of you wanted to reach out and grab those horns of his just to see if leaning forward against them would give you a better angle to ride him, but the fierceness – the utter tenderness – with which he gripped your hands in his own would not allow it.

In the midst of your passions, he spoke up. "I've been wondering," he bent at the waist, sitting up and causing you to stumble backward slightly in his lap, "if it's time to make an heir."

You gripped tighter onto his hands to steady yourself and braced your feet onto bed behind him to keep your balance. You desperately tried not to think of how he shifted inside of you or how it felt like he had somehow grown even more when he mentioned an heir.

The words he spoke hung heavy in the air while you processed what he'd just said and the meaning behind it. Once you did, however, you could feel your expression soften. "You scoundrel."

"Alas," he smiled with a jovial tone in his voice, "even I have my moments. No man is without his weaknesses."

"Oh? I make you weak?"

"As well as give me strength." He pulled your hand close and laid a kiss against your knuckles. "I could ask for no better partner."

"Nor could I." With burning cheeks, you leaned forward as best as you could to rest against his shoulder. "Go slowly. This position can be… strenuous," was the world you settled on, "and I wouldn't want to have to stop before we have a chance."

He pulsed inside of you. "I shall do my best." Even if it would be difficult to restrain himself with a partner like you.

#h2ho #a cool drink of water #balders gate 3 #bg3 wyll

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ironmanfridgemagnet · 2 years

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Sitting On The Shelf - Marcus White x Reader

Part 20 - Seasonal Help

SOTS Masterlist

"I can't fucking believe that Glenn hired Adam." You scoffed, slouching down into your chair and cradling your warm cup of coffee between your hands as a scowl settled on your face. Of all the things that could've happened, you firmly believed this was the worst - though you respected Adam enough, it wasn't enough for you to not complain about him at every given opportunity.

"Dude's a complete clutz - and on top of that a 'grade A' asshole - he's not going to get anything done, he has all the competency of a new-born baby. He'd loose his head if it wasn't attached to his neck!" Swirling the bitter liquid around the half-empty mug, you sighed before taking another sip, allowing the coffee to burn against the roof of your mouth before swallowing the drink. "I just don't know what Glenn was thinking."

"I'm sensing some unresolved tension there." Garrett commented, a brash laugh escaping your chest at the nuance of his words.

"Really?" You asked, biting back another bitter laugh. "I thought I sounded totally chill."

Garrett wasn't wrong. Though it had been months since Adam had told your secret in front of the entire store, you still held a lot of resentment over it - it had been your secret to share, not his, and he hadn't given you that chance. Let alone regarding the fact that he had never truly apologised for what he did. Sure, he had gotten Amy to tell you he was sorry - but as far as you were concerned, that didn't count. You'd accept his apology when he said it to your face, with his his mouth this time.

"And also." You continued, taking in a deep breath before shuffling closer towards Garrett. "There are far too many people in the breakroom for my liking. I hate the seasonal help."

Sinking deeper into your seat, and now Garrett's side, you let out a deep sigh, deciding then and there you were going to do anything and everything you could to get out of working with anyone or anything today. You highly doubted most people would still be here come the end of the first shift - Adam included - and you hoped if you could skive today, you could avoid working with him all together.

"Okay, everyone. Good morning! Let's settle down. Um, 'tis the season. And I'd like to give a permanent welcome to all our new temporary workers in the light blue vests." A round of applause ensued at Glenn's command, you and your fellow permanent workers welcoming all of the temporary workers. "Now, I haven't put all the faces to the names yet, but I do know that you are Reggie and and we now have a Black Todd. Nope, you'll just be Todd. Uh, you'll be White Todd? Thank you. And, uh, oh, and this sweetheart here is Opal, who, at 90 years old, I think is the oldest employee we've ever had."

"Oh, and lastly, let's give a big Cloud 9 welcome to Amy's better half, Adam Dubanowski." While others called for Adam's welcome, you booed - though only loud enough for Garrett to hear who elbowed your sharply in the side despite how he tried to control himself from laughing.

"Um, I just wanted to tell you all not to treat me any differently just 'cause I'm sleeping with the boss." Adam announced, rising from his chair and addressing the whole room, receiving few laughs at his comment.

"He means Amy, not me. I'm not gay." Glenn reaffirmed, eliciting a chuckle from you, the comment seeming to break the tension that had formed in yourself.

"Anyway, if you have any questions about Amy, come see me. I've got all the dirt." Of course Adam would say something like that; God, he'd been here for all of five minutes and was already getting on your nerves.

"Seriously?" Amy spat, turning to face Adam with a frown on her face, her arms folded angrily across her chest.

"Oh, right. Sorry, Bean." Adam's apology seemed sincere enough, though the mindless use of the nickname seemed to be digging him a deeper and deeper hole.

"All right, uh, moving on. Tornado safety..." Glenn announced in an effort to continue his morning debrief before tens of temporary workers would be released onto the store floor - unknowing and untrained in anything and everything. Fuck, you hated this time of year.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not moving on." Garrett announced, turning to face the couple with great interest in where such a nickname had come from. "I want to know why you just called her Bean."

"It's 'cause she's small." Adam explained, a loving, fond smile forming across his face as Amy's lips sunk into a frown, heat flushing her cheeks as Adam continued to reveal secrets she'd managed to keep privy. "When we first got together, it was so cute, the way she'd sleep. Just like my little naked bean."

"Ew, I did not need to know that." You scoffed, hiding slightly behind your mug of coffee in hopes that you could escape Adam's eyeline as you criticized his behaviour.

"Stop. Please, can you stop?" Amy pleaded, sinking into her chair as the entirety of the breakroom's attention was now on her and Adam.

"Okay, well, any more questions?" At an onslaught of hands being raised, you sunk down into your chair with a guttural groan, knowing it would be a long while before you could get your hands on Glenn to ask to go home.

"What's wrong, doll face?" Garrett asked, leaning his head on the palm of his hand as he leant closer to talk to you.

"I'm not staying here today. I'll come back tomorrow when 90% of the temps have quit - hopefully, including Adam." Garrett cringed at your bitter tone, pulling away from you as a look of amusement settled on his face.

"So, you really don't like the guy, huh?"

That was probably an understatement. Though you remained thankful that Adam had allowed you to come into his home and live there (though you knew Amy was the main force to thank for that), Adam's consistently self-absorbed attitude ruined what little respect you thought you could have had for him. Everything that happened in the Dubanowski household seemed to centre around Adam - Gas and electric bill gone up? Adam's new hobby uses a lot of electricity. You and Amy working overtime to help cover the new cost of the bill? Adam won't so someone must. Emma doesn't get to go on her girl scouts trip and Amy looses a weekend to herself for once? Adam really needed to go to that convention. It just felt as though his selfishness was intentional sometimes, and you couldn't stand him for that; especially when you often saw the affect it seemed to have on Amy.

"Yeah. I guess I don't." With a shrug, you took another sip of coffee, quickly finishing the mug off and standing from your seat. Promising that you'd at least catch Garrett on your way out of the store - if you could convince Glenn to let you go - you followed after Glenn, who had finally seemed to escape the crowd of questions, to his office.

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Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door, pushing the door open as Glenn's meek come in.

"Oh, y/n. Hello! Take a seat!" Sliding into the cushioned chair across from a now much-chirpier Glenn, you greeted him with a meek smile, suddenly lacking the confidence that you had had prior to entering the confined space. '"I'm glad it was you - I was nervous it was going to another temporary worker. I love expanding our Cloud 9 family, but my goodness is it tiring explaining the simplest thing over and over again."

Despite Glenn's tense tone, a wide smile still resided on his face. "What can I help you with?"

"Oh, um, I was just wondering if I could - y'know - like, maybe... go home?" Sounding rather unsure of your words could only benefit you in this situation, Glenn seeming to take your hesitance as more of a reason as to why he should let you go home, despite having been on shift for an hour at the most.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" Glenn asked, smile quickly dissolving as concern clouded his features, a hand reaching across the desk and out towards you in an effort to comfort whatever ailment was troubling you.

"Oh, yeah, just not feeling too good. I don't want to not give Cloud 9 my best. Figured it was probably better to take a day out and come back ready to go tomorrow." The Cloud 9 card, not something you felt you could use often, but something that you knew wouldn't fail to pull at Glenn's corporate-pleasing heartstrings.

"Oh well, I get that. You should probably head out then - maybe go and see a doctor too." You nodded silently, trying to prevent a smile from curling onto your face as you had managed to wiggle yourself out of spending time in close quarters with Adam all day. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then: but don't be afraid to take another day off if you need. You've got a lot of sick days and holidays available to you, y/n. Maybe you should use some of them."

Giving Glenn a gentle nod, you rose from your seat, backing out towards the door with a fake cough that scratched slightly at the flesh of your throat. "Maybe, Glenn. Thank you."

Closing the door behind you, you waited until you were around the corner to rush away from Glenn's office and back into the breakroom, quickly pulling your jacket out of your locker - which you had crammed in assuming the coat hanger would get too full and potentially topple over or have your jacket lost to the abyss - and slipping it over your shoulders. Grabbing your bag from your locker as well, you closed the door, heading out of the breakroom and in search of Garret before you made your leave.

"Hey, Gare." You yelled as you approached the customer service desk, alerting the announcer to your presence. "I got a favour to ask."

"Well I don't quite believe it." Garrett scoffed, arms folding across his chest as he looked up at you, eyebrows quirked in a mix of disbelief and confusion. "How'd you wriggle yourself out of this one?"

"Dude, I've had like one sick day in my entire time working here. Glenn was practically begging me to go and never come back." You admitted, leaning over the counter as you talked to Garrett. "Anyways, can I borrow your car?"

"What?"

"Can I borrow it? I'll bring it back before your shift's over. Promise." Sticking out your pinkie finger for Garrett to accept your agreement, you waited with baited breath, hoping he would lend you his car. As he didn't immediately agree, you jutted out your bottom lip, putting your hands together in a praying motion as you stared the man down.

"Ugh, fine. Anything for you doll." Garrett finally caved, fishing his car keys out of his pocket and throwing them into your open palm. Leaning across the counter, you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing tightly before pulling back and planting a hard kiss to his cheek. With a cry of thank you, you ran towards the exit of the store. "I get off at 4!"

Rushing across the parking lot, you found Garrett's car, quickly unlocking it and sliding into the driver side. Reversing out of the parking space, you drove away from Cloud 9, one destination clear in your mind.

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Pushing past the door of Sunnyside Diner, a bell rung above your head, alerting the few people that sat scattered across the diner to your presence. Scurrying across to the counter, you sat at one of the red, leather stools, pulling up your bag to rest on the counter top. Pulling out Garrett's laptop that you had found discarded in the passenger seat, you turned it on, dropping your bag to the floor as you allowed it to load up.

"Well, well, sunshine." Bobby teased, coming out of the kitchen, an armful of glasses tucked carefully into his hold, that he gently began to place on a shelf against the back wall of the diner. "I know I said to not be a stranger, but that didn't mean you had to come back the next day."

"Good morning, Bobby." You nodded curtly at the older man, a gentle smile forming on your face at the sweetness of the interaction.

"Marcus boy with you?" He asked, leaning his forearms against the counter top as he took a break from his work to talk to you.

The diner looked different in the daylight - the neon-lighted signs weren't as bright as they were in the blackness of the winter nights sky and the light beaming through the window-wide caricature filled the diner with streams of rainbow light, yet the same few customers as were there last night seemed to loiter around the cabin.

"Oh. Um, no. I'm kind of hiding out here." You admitted, fiddling with the mousepad of the laptop as you opened Garrett's search engine, not recognising the purple swirled logo.

"Ah, well. Glad you made it here okay. Didn't think you'd come back alone."

"Oh I took quite a few wrong turns, I'll admit. But I'm here now." The pair of you laughed, tension of talking with a semi-stranger easily fading as you got into the swing of small talk; the older man's kind face making it easier then it ever had been before.

"So why are you hiding out, huh? World's a big and scary place; can't imagine Sunnyside is the nicest place to hide."

"Oh, um, my mom's husband is a dick. And he's working at our store as a seasonal temp - I lasted abut 5 minutes before I decided I couldn't handle it." You revealed, avoiding Bobby's eyes as you spoke, instead focusing on the laptop that you'd stolen from Garrett's car with intent, not just to occupy your time away from the store.

"Well, I hope you know you're welcome here anytime." Bobby smiled at you, pulling out a notepad from his apron's pocket and a pen out from behind his ear. "Now, what can I get for you?"

"Just a coffee would be nice. Thank you."

Having found the St. Louis relators website, you filtered out everything that was way too far out of your price point and narrowed down the area you'd prefer to live in; limiting your options to apartments within a mile of the store that you hoped you'd be able to afford. Though you'd only thought about moving out over the past few months, the more time you spent around Adam, the more you knew it was the next step for you.

You'd been thinking about moving out ever since the day Adam had tried to buy a grill in the store, and each day since you'd felt as though you'd overstayed your welcome in the Dubanowski house. While you knew you'd have to move out sooner or later, you felt as though you'd been ready to do so for a while - the one thing that seemed to be holding you back was Amy. You loved Amy, a lot, and Emma too, and leaving them behind felt like a step you weren't entirely ready to take; the fear that you'd lose them as important people in your life if you moved out holding you back.

"Now I don't mean to pry." Bobby spoke, leaning over your shoulder as he poured some coffee out of the steaming kettle and into the white, ceramic teacup you hadn't realised he'd set down in front of you. "But if you're looking for a place for the two of you, you might want to pick somewhere further on the outskirts of town - cheaper rent and usually a bit bigger cause they're out of the way."

"Two of us?" You asked, thanking him before bringing the black coffee to your lips and blowing gently on the boiling liquid before taking a careful sip.

"For you and Marcus." Chocking on the small sip you'd taken, you placed the cup back down on the countertop and smacked your fist against your chest in an attempt to get your spluttering to stop.

"Oh. Oh, no. Me and Marcus, we- I haven't- We've only ever been on one date; if you could even call it that." You revealed, coughing to clear your tight throat and try and stomach the coffee that hadn't gone down your windpipe. "It wasn't even meant to be just us when we came here, 's just how things turned out."

"Oh, really?" Bobby quirked his eyebrow at you as though he didn't believe what he'd heard - the version of events he'd heard from Marcus you had no clue about, but you imagined it would be similar to your own. "I figured you'd been together for a while; you seemed quite... couple-y, if you will."

"You think?" You asked before you could stop yourself, the idea that you and Marcus had seemed so obviously together to an outside making your heart beat a little too quickly. Humming to yourself, you took another sip of coffee - not chocking this time - and instead letting the cooled-down drink slide down your throat with ease.

Bobby left your side once more, taking a notepad and coffee pot with him as he went and attended to other customers within the diner as you continued to scroll through the apartment listings. Flickering between listing after listing, you continued your search for an apartment that at least fit some of the criteria you wanted, knowing realistically you would be lucky to find something within walking radius of the store, let alone anything else. Coming to the last page of the website you clicked on a listing for an apartment that appeared to be within walking distance from Amy's house - still a good car ride away from the store but close by to Amy? That was a sacrifice you'd be willing to make.

The apartment was on the fifth floor of the complex it was settled in, both stairs and an elevator built-in to the building which was a good start. Clicking onto the listing, you viewed the photos that showcased different parts of the apartment: a small kitchen bled into a living room, the apartment seeming relatively small but open plan by its design, two bedrooms (though one was closer to the size of a storage room, barely big enough to fit a bed and chest of drawers) and a box-sized bathroom. It was big enough for your lonesome though, and it had large windows and one of those fire-escape balconies and despite the fact it didn't meet most of the things you were hoping for it seemed good enough. The fact it was only two streets over from Amy and Emma a big factor in why you seemed to have so quickly fallen in love with the cramped housing.

Tapping on the link at the bottom of the listings page, you opened up a form to request a meeting with the owner of the complex, hoping that you'd be able to get an in person viewing before you committed to anything. You could more then afford the rent, your full time wage and savings you'd accumulated while living with Amy being enough for a down payment and a months rent in advance if they asked for it.

Closing the tabs you'd opened and the the laptop itself, you slipped it back into your bag, this time keeping the bag against the table top as you finished the last of your coffee. Slipping a $20 bill under the cup to keep it in its place, knowing it would cover the cup of coffee and then some, you jumped down from your stool, knowing you needed to head back now to make sure you met Garrett before his shift was over to return his car and keys to him.

"Thanks Bobby!" You shouted over to the older man as you walked towards the door, waving him goodbye as you left the diner for the second time in the past 24 hours.

"Anytime, sunshine. Anytime."

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Walking backing into the store, you walked towards customer service wherein you'd hoped you'd find Garrett, only to ne met with the sights of Dina, Jonah and Garrett crowing around the counter top. "Yeah, I feel terrible. I didn't realize they were Last Chances."

"Who were last chances?" You asked slipping under Jonah's arm so that it rested across the tops of your shoulders, appreciating the warmth against the cold fall air outside.

"The temps Jonah bet on quitting." Garrett revealed, your jaw hanging slack - though it was shocking that he'd bet on the last chances temps, you were more surprised that he'd made a bet at all. Jonah had mentioned in passing his aversion to gambling after a series of unfortunate events in college, so the fact he'd somehow caved for a bet on the temps surprised you the most.

"I did. I thought that was why we were betting on them." Dina admitted, looking out at the few temps that still remained then turning to you. "I though Glenn sent you home sick?"

"Oh, um, he did." You explained, trying to think of a lie; Glenn had approved your sick day, thinking it had been because of sickness, but you couldn't be bothered to deal with a disproving glare from Dina at the truth. "Just came to tell him I'll be back tomorrow. Clean bill of health from the doc'."

"Really? That was quick. You'll have to give me the name of your GP." Dina words caused you to try and splutter an excuse as to why that wouldn't be possible, but Dina dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "We can discuss the details later."

"Whoo! Is it hot in here today? Do I look flushed to you?" Amy asked as she approached the group of you, coming to stop across from you and Jonah and picking up one of the leaflets on the counter and fanning herself with it.

"What do you mean by flushed? Do you mean tired?" Dina asked, breaking her gaze from the remaining temps to scan her eyes over Amy's figure. "Because you always look tired."

"Oh, my back hurts." Amy emphasised, stretching her back and rubbing at her waist as though to really try and convince you of whatever had happened. "That table in the Photo Lab is really uncomfortable."

"The Photo Lab?" Jonah asked, wincing at the connotation of the question alone.

"Oops. Busted! No, me and Adam..." Amy made squeaking noises, trying to mimic the sound of a bed being bounced on as though you didn't know what she was on about. "S-sex."

"Ew." You cringed, not wanting to hear more about Amy and Adam's private lives then you needed to; seeing Amy as a parental figure in your life making the confession all the more weirder. "Once again, I did not need to know that."

"Yeah, no, we got it." Garrett reaffirmed, giving Amy a tight-lipped, tense smile as she walked away from the customer service counter, her hips swaying from side-to-side as she left.

Tucking you head into Jonah's chest, you let out a groan - Amy's admission having made things unusually tense and awkward. Digging your hands around in your pockets, you pulled out Garrett's keys, sliding them to him across the countertop as you pulled away from Jonah's hold with a final, goodbye squeeze.

"Thanks again." You said, walking backwards away from the customer service desk in the direction Amy had just strutted off in. "I'll see you guys tomorrow then."

"No problem, doll. See you later."

"Hey Ames!" You shouted chasing after the woman as she continued to walk away swinging her hips.

"Where were you today?" She asked, the pair of your walking in step towards the back of the store where you hoped Amy would be grabbing her things to come home with you.

"Took a sick day. Didn't want to put up with the temps." You admitted, Amy's eyes boring into the side of your head, as if she was expecting you to say something more then just that. "And Adam."

"Sounds about right." Amy muttered, pushing past the doors of the breakroom and b-lining straight for her locker, pulling out her bag and throwing it over her shoulder.

"Amy?" You asked, your meek tone causing Amy's head to snap up from where she had been staring into her bag, routing around for her keys.

"Yes, Mi Chiquita." She replied, closing her locker and taking a cautious step towards you.

"I think I'm ready to move out."

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Hey guys!!

I hoped you enjoyed this weeks part, I know it doesn't necessarily follow the shows plot for this episode but I was really struggling to get into the grove of seasonal help. I'm sorry if anything about looking into buying an apartment was wrong I've never done it before lol.

Also, I'm sorry it's out today instead of Wednesday and its a bit shorter then usual, but it's here now which is what matters :)

GP stands for General Practitioner - IDK if those are a thing else where, but It's what we call your like personal, local doctor where I live - sorry for any confusion that may have caused.

Anyway more Bobby!!!content. I low-key head canon Jim Beaver as Bobby, I won't lie and have just stolen him from South Dakota for the sake of Sunnyside diner.

I hope you enjoyed!! If any feedback or criticism please let me know so I can improve for both me and you.

As always, have a lovely week!! <333

#sitting on the shelf marcus white x reader #superstore x reader #cloud 9 #superstore imagine #marcus white #marcus white x reader #marcus superstore #marcus white imagine #superstore marcus imagine

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thatsalrightprettymama · 2 years

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Dancing With Your Ghost

A/N : Here's a really angsty blurb I wrote while listening to "Dancing With Your Ghost" by Sasha Alex Sloan, and I might be biased when I suggest you should give it a listen with this lol. It's probably my shortest piece, but I really like it. I hope you all like it too! As always constructive criticism is welcomed and it's not proofread.

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of suicide, hurt, angst, grief.

Word count: 854

Laying in his dim room, Elvis tries to stop the same thoughts and questions that’s filled him mind ever since his Mama got the call and she told him the news, that you were gone. When his Mama told him he didn’t want to believe it, how could he believe it when he kissed you goodbye the other night with a promise of going to Club Handy to dance soon. You looked so happy and carefree under the porchlight of your parent’s house that night, how was he supposed to know you had monsters clawing inside you. If he would’ve known, he would’ve done anything to help you fight em. As the gaping hole in his chest start to cause familiar tears to burn his eyes, he slowly gets up from his bed.

With quiet heavy steps Elvis slowly makes his way over to his record player, still having your favorite Patsy record in it he dops the needle on it. Letting the country woman’s crooning softly fill his room as he makes his way to his closet. Opening the doors, he shoves his clothes to the side to grab the soft pink dress he had hanging in the back. He didn’t know if your parent’s noticed he stole it after the funeral, and he can’t really find himself to care if they did. Sliding the fabric off the hanger, he brings to soft material to face and inhales the faint remains of your scent.

Elvis just stands there with the dress pressed against his face as he blinks back tears. Hearing the opening notes of “Walking After Midnight.”, he slowly takes the dress from his face and cradles it against him. Closing his burning eyes, he starts to slowly sway to the music of your favorite song. As Patsy Cline croons into the dark room, he inhales the faint smell of your dress again and pictures he’s dancing with you like he was just a few weeks ago.

As the tears start to slip past his eyes, Elvis imagines that he’s holding you as he sways to the music. For a moment he pretends that you’re still here in his arms. That you’re still there smiling up at him sweetly as Y/E/C shine up at him, that you’re still there swaying with him with your arms around him. As the tears continue to fall, he can’t help but think he’d do anything just to have you in his arms again. Hell, he’d give up music, his fame, and fortune if it meant that he could either go back in time and make you realize that you were so loved and needed here, or if it meant he could just have you again because he didn’t know how to go on when he was still yours.

Elvis can’t help but think it’s funny in some sick twisted way. Whenever he briefly thought of death and you, he always thought that you two would be old geezers and then that he would go first. Because even in Elvis’s wildest nightmares, the thought of you dying let alone killing yourself never appeared in them. Clutching the dress tighter he swallows back sobs and continues to sway with Patsy’s voice. As the older woman continues to sing into the room, the hole in his chest seems hollower somehow. He never imagined that he would experience pain this deep, and a small part of his mind wonders if this how you felt? Did you feel this hollow and empty behind that bright smile?

Did you feel this endless ache in your heart when you would laugh at his jokes? Cause if you felt an ounce of anything he’s feeling, he could see why you’d wanna die. Cause god did part of him want to just give up and join you. To end this constant aching by ending it all, and maybe see you again. But he couldn’t do that to his Mama. He never wanted to make his Mama feel like this pain he felt.

Elvis could say he was used to feeling lost in is life, but he’d never felt this lost before. He didn’t know how he was going to get through the rest of his life with this hole in his chest. Yeah he told people that he was fine, and he continued the endless routine of shows and TV appearances, but all he really wanted to do was hide in his room and wish you were there.

As the song began to fade and the next one started, Elvis continued to sway with your dress. Trying to prolong the mirage he built up, because despite already watching your casket get lowered into the ground, he’s never going to be ready to say Goodbye to you. Hell, he never even got to say goodbye to you, because he just told you “See you soon doll” when he left you on your parent’s porch that night. Maybe if he would’ve stayed on the porch talking to you longer, maybe if he would’ve just noticed something goddamn it you might still be here. You might still be here, and Elvis wouldn’t have to dance with your ghost.

#Elvis fic #Austin Elvis fic #Elvis 2022 #Elvis #Angst

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abluescarfonwaston · 2 years

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Thinking about how Barnaby would just regularly go out and show pictures of the ouroboros sign and ask if anyone had heard of it to. Literally anyone on the street as both a child and adult.

So now i’m picturing Barnaby asking the wrong person - a low ranked member who decides cleaning up this little info leak is a perfect way to show the higher ups he’s worth something- and getting attacked. Landing himself in the lap of Super hero protection courtesy of Maverick. (who is quietly trying to have the man after his favorite pawn put down) Safe to say Barnaby - who for the first time ever has a lead - is NOT happy about his new bubble wrapped child protection life. He Wants to play bait so he can draw his parents killer out into the open.

A conflict that eventually results in him explosively informing them that “I don’t need your protection!” And almost blowing a hole in the building with hundred power. Blinking his eyes open when at the lack of audible damage to see Bison took the brunt of the blow. Tiger setting down one of the other hero’s out of the blast zone while they say ‘you didn’t need to do that.’

Bison laughing and declaring that “He’s got the same power as you Tiger! You know what that means!” ‘huh?’ “You’re on bratwatch tonight! Have fun!”

“Hey wait! Don’t leave me here with him! You traitors!”

Barnaby’s sulking while Tiger calls someone- “What telling your Mom you’ll be late to dinner?” If he can annoy this stupid old man child enough he’ll probably just let him go and he can finally track down his parents killer.

Tiger glares at him through the mask. “My Wife actually.” Mouth ticks up into a snarled grin. “You know what? You’re right. I shouldn’t miss dinner just because of some brat.” He wants to cheer victory. “You’re coming home with me.”

which is how Barnaby Brooks Jr. ends up playing dolls with a 4 year old, “Why do you call Daddy Tiger?” “O-Oh its a work name sweetie! Don’t worry about it!” “Okay.” gets trapped watching a wok full of fried rice ‘don’t let it burn kid! I’ll be back in a second!’ and struggling through a conversation with Tiger’s wife who keeps trying to help him think of Hero names. [I’m not going to have one. I want them to see me and be frightened. Know whats coming for them. When i rip the Ouroburos from the earth and bleed them dry they will know Exactly why they had it coming]

Watching Tiger hug with the entirety of his body and cradle his two favorite girls in the whole world. Hearing them read their little girl to sleep each night like his parents didn’t get to and trying not to watch as Kotetsu picked his wife up off the couch and carried her to bed. Listened to him massage her legs and feet, in constant pain from the treatments to the point she could hardly stand.

Hearing Kotetsu limp exhaustedly down the steps and crack open a beer because there’s no way he’s getting to sleep without it- I’ll burn it off with hundred power if something happens.kid. Don’t worry. (Even though Tomoe Said that was bad to do. Told him not to pick up her husbands bad habits.)

“She’s sick, isn’t she?” He asked the figure in the dark.

“She’s going to be fine.” Was the exhausted reply. Hope - unfamiliar- bloomed in his chest for people he barely knew. Didn’t know he had Room left to care about people around the anger in his chest.

“Her prognosis is good?”

The sound of shattering glass and liquid spilling onto the floor joins Tiger’s growl. “I said she’s going to be Fine.”

Which leads to Barnaby demanding they switch guards the next morning. Everyone assumes with a sigh its because of the fighting. “What the hell brat?! I let you into my home and now you’ve decided to cut me out?!”

“You have a family! You should be with them- not here playing hero! I wish I still had a family to go home to you ungrateful Ass!”

“... Alright. Change of plans.”

Cuts to Barnaby running down the streets alone. Doing everything he can to draw his attacker in. Attacking them with such ferocity when they appear they lose almost immediately. Overwhelmed by the sheer force. Barnaby is so lost in the moment he’ll take his answers in blood if need be. (oh let it be needed)

Before Tiger is there, pulling him back. The other hero’s restraining the criminal. And he’s begging and yelling and screaming. “No let me- give me five minutes with him Please I NEED to know who killed my parents!”

“I know Bunny. I know.”

“If you know then let me go!”

“I can’t. You were killing him.”

Hundred power strains against hundred power. “So what?! He’s a killer! Bastard’s getting a life sentence anyway!”

“He’s a Person Bunny. And A hero’s job is to save people. That means him and you. I’m not going to stand by and let you beat your life away for the sake of revenge.”

#tiger and bunny #barnaby brooks jr #kotetsu t. kaburagi #long post #teenager au #well that should work for an outline if i ever get around to this #at least i know how this one ends #tiger after bunny says he wants a different guard and why: ... Fine #Gathering the team like: He's 100% going to run and then we have to catch the guy before Bunny kills him got it #Team: Shit is that where we're at #yeah at this point i think he's just gonna wait til i fall asleep and none of you could keep up with him at hundred power so #sorry not sorry #if you don't like walls of text i genuinely don't know why you followed me

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kshira · 2 years

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𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐬

+ oikawa, kenma, sakusa, suna, atsumu, kita, bokuto, hinata

tw. fem!reader, cursing, praise, virginity loss(just once) m!&f!masturbation, f!oral, creampie, dirty talk, soft dom w/ sub reader

an. hiya i’m back and i present this <3

꩜ 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀

+ “i think i love you more than fucking you”

sometimes things just happen—oikawa believes it’s just coincidence that he’d found someone to share his lifestyle with so perfectly. whenever he wanted to fuck, you were there—anything besides the circumstance just really didn’t phase him and at the end of the day, oikawa believed it was a casual relationship but he started to love more than fucking you in every room of his house, eating you out as you both struggled to watch a tv show or even when you wanted to blow him as he drove down a busy highway. oikawa started to live his life around you, he grew butterflies in his stomach when you were on your way to his house and even began blushing when you made a flirty remark—oikawa was falling into something he didn’t think he could get out of. “fuck toru, right there” your nails scrape against his back, feet locked on his muscled hips and god—your lips struggled to keep themselves on his own, oikawa pounded harder into you, searching for that spot that always had you cumming in seconds but as he pulled away to cup your cheeks, he knew he couldn’t do it, he had to say something. a nervous laugh vibrates through his chest and as you lock eyes, oikawa just simply smiles back, “i think i love you more than fucking you.”

oikawa regrets what he said but you didn’t seem to mind—maybe you didn’t hear him clearly, you obviously were still wanting more of him as you chanted his name like sweet honey melting your voice. he just assumed the words were left among the air and it’d stay like that, cradling the back of your head as he drove his cock harder inside you, pressing his lips into the crevice of your neck and whimpering when your walls clench harder around him. “i love you too toru” you whisper, combing your fingers through his brown locks, oikawa immediately shivers, straining his grip on your head and a blush staining his cheeks. “i love you so much, princess” oikawa replies, knowing he’s already about to cum and with your orgasm washing through you he just wishes this could last a little bit longer. but oikawa has time, feeling his seed leak from your hole when he finally cums, gasping out at how good it fucking feels. and oikawa regrets he didn’t tell you sooner, because fucking you feels great but fucking someone you love feels like his heart is burning and lips searching for you, never content unless you’re with him.

꩜ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀

+ “take my virginity”

kenma practically chokes on still air as you ask the question, strands falling from his messy bun as he pounds his fist against his chest, “you want me to take your virginity?” kenma repeats the question, using his lithe fingers to card through his hair as you nod slowly. “is that what you want?” your fingers feel kenma’s hand gently interlock with your own, gulping nervously before inhaling a sharp breath, “yes, i trust you.” his eyes widen, a small smile creeping through his lips, “i trust you too angel, i’ll try to make everything perfect.”

a bellowed whimper escapes your lips as kenma shifts between your legs, he leans up to wipe your juices from his chin. “are you ready or do you want me to make you cum again?” you feel the cockiness filter his words, chest heaving from the waves of pleasure kenma brought on his tongue. “come here” your arms open wide, watching the blonde crawl over you crashing his lips into your mouth, “see why i keep making you cum baby? you taste so good” kenma groans, hovering his cock at your slit, fisting the length while your legs wrap around his waist. “keep looking at me princess” kenma coos, cupping your cheek as he finally plunges his cock inside you, the burn singes through your body, wincing as kenma slowly pushes past the tight ring around his cock. he rocks his hips against you, bringing the other hand to hold your face within his grasps, nose rubbing along one another at the steady pumps inside you. “almost there, a-almost there” kenma whines, watching as his eyes hazily closing from how fucking tight you are, the juices of your pussy slathering his thighs. the pain finally subsides as kenma keeps his lips attached to your mouth, reeling his hips back to snap them right back into your tight hole. “so perfect” kenma whispers, sliding his thumb to place between your lips, “you’re so perfect angel, so fucking perfect for me.”

꩜ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀

+ “stop asking, i’ll just show you”

“why are you asking me so many questions?” sakusa raises his eyes, onyx orbs glaring at you from his spot on the couch beside you. you shift uncomfortably in his gaze, placing your arms over your chest in defense, “i’m just curious” you murmur as sakusa begins inching closer to you until his face is inches away from your own. “is it because you want to know what it’s like to fuck me, princess?” sakusa brings his hand up to brush strands of hair behind your ear, leaning down to press his lips against yours, “stop asking so many questions, pretty” sakusa murmurs through your mouth, gently pushing you down on the couch as he crawls over you—sakusa lays his hand flat on your stomach, slowly guiding his fingers to the hem of your shorts. “i’ll just show you” his hot breath fans over your lips, gasping as you feel his rough pads dip between your folds, “you’re so sensitive, this won’t take long.”

sakusa strips off the final piece of his clothing and you really could cum right on the spot—body sculpted like a god, chiseled like priceless marble, skin glimmering under the dim lights and dark curls bouncing through his fingers as he cards through them, “like what you see?” sakusa smirks, bending down to stifle your answer with his lips as his cock finally plunges into your hole. “i kept playing with this messy pussy but you’re still so fucking tight” sakusa groans under his breath, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he struggles to push past your walls sucking him in. your fingers wrap around his curls tugging him on your warm mouth while sakusa grips the back of your knees spreading your legs wider. sakusa pounds into your pussy with vigor, snapping his hips to drive his cock harder inside you. and you think he’s fucking you to impress, paying close attention to your puffy clit rolling between his fingers but as you watch him easily pull your orgasm to the surface—this is just how he fucks, uses your body for whatever he wants but places your pleasure above his own. lips memorizing your skin, tongue exploring every inch of flesh and fingers tracing along the shreds of sweat dripping off your body—sakusa leaves soft words fluttering from his lips making your cheeks burn from his absent affection and finally when your eyes meet—he softens, placing a gentle kiss against your lips. “can i make a mess inside this perfect pussy? dump all my cum inside you till i know you’ll always be mine?” sakusa cups your cheek, watching your lips tremble with eyes half clouded and he can’t even control the way his cock twitches with every beautiful feature crossed along your face—almost like it’s second nature with another stroke before he cums deep inside your hole. sakusa was just showing you all the answers you kept asking but now he’s left with questions of his own like why his stomach burns for more and chest aching if he even thinks about going without your touch.

꩜ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

+ “i keep dreaming about fucking you”

it’s the same realm of questionable intentions every single night, suna wakes up saturated with sweat, head dizzy from the dreams riddling his mind and his cock is so strained against his briefs that it’s almost unbearable. maybe it started when he noticed you from afar at a small shop he frequented or the couple of dates he’d been on with you—or maybe, just maybe, it was when you were with him the other day and your hand just so happen to slide across his thigh and suna thought he’d combust right on the spot. he’d had enough of dreaming about sinking his fat cock inside you, waking up with his chest heaving and practically cumming untouched to the filth covered thoughts. it was time—suna finally grows some courage as he is awoken again with his cock throbbing for release, he has to call you, he has to have you.

“i keep dreaming about fucking you” suna pants, propped against your door with his foot is wedged at the space from the frame so his abrupt crashing into your house doesn’t startle you too much—but he really hasn’t thought this through fully, running off of that heat pooling in his gut and you. just how much he wants you—any shape or form that you would give him, suna is willing—he’s that desperate for just a slither of your cunt. “fuck me then rintaro” suna desperately struggles to make eye contact with you, shifting his lips to curl a cocky smile, he leans down to line his vision with yours, “yeah? you know in that dream, you kept begging me to make you cum—think you can make my dreams come true?” and suna thinks—absolutely believes he’s died the single moment his cock becomes buried in your pussy, larger palms cupping under your knees as he presses them to your chest. the sight before him is so beyond words ever explained, reaching a divine high as he watches you being split open by him. suna truly thinks heaven is his resting place when it feels this fucking good, walls milking him dry as suna reels his hips back to feel your juices spill from your hole before he is slamming right back inside you. “god, you’re so fucking wet princess” suna rasps, leaning his heavy form down on your body while his hands cradle the back of your head, he places a sloppy kiss against your lips, “i’m going to cum so fucking deep in this pussy” he mumbles picking up the pace as he feels your cunt clench in response. “make it mine, make you mine” suna leaves his mouth agape as the rush of his seed paints your walls, a silent moan escapes his lips and suna secretly loves those wet dreams he’s been having—maybe it’s time he makes all of them a reality.

꩜ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

+ “don’t stop touching me, please”

atsumu was tapping his fingers along the steering wheel to an obnoxious tune playing through the radio, humming steadily to a beat as he drove you and him back from a date night. his sleeves were pushed up to his elbows—revealing those toned muscles adorned on his arms, hair pushed back with just a few strands curtained on his face and a seldom smile on his lips. atsumu looked so good without even trying and you felt so filthy for a heat vibrating in your stomach gawking at him. “whatcha ya lookin’ at angel?” atsumu drags his eyes from the road, traveling them across your face down to your thighs rubbing together. a smirk toys along the corners of his mouth, “my girls needy, bet you’re so fucking wet right now.” atsumu feels your weight shift in the car, his face being peppered in wet kisses as your hand palms at his crotch. atsumu knuckles turn white as your fingers roll over his growing bulge. “m’gettin’ hard princess” atsumu grits his teeth, the car struggling to maintain the lane atsumu begins drifting so you pull back—but he’s deranged, lust drips from his eyes as he darts them back to you, grabbing your hand and shoving it back on his throbbing clothed cock. “keep touching me like that” atsumu groans—knowing he has to have you now.

“fuck princess just like that” atsumu groans, digging his nails into your hips as he bounces you on his cock, the angle bumping right up against that spongy spot—eyes crossing when he leans you back on the steering wheel to swip his thumb over your clit. “ride this fuckin’ cock angel, a-all yours” atsumu flips your shirt up to toy with your tits, bucking his hips up to meet your shallow strokes down on his cock. there could be cars passing by—headlights cascading down on your two bodies melting together while atsumu pounds harder in your soaking cunt but you have no shame, you do not care when he fucks you like his life depends on it. “baby stop clenchin’ i won’t last long if you keep making yer pussy so fucking tight” atsumu drops his forehead against your shoulder, mercifully rubbing harsher on your clit until an orgasm bubbles to the surface, his deep audible groans panting in your ear only aids you to fall over the edge, crying out while you cream his cock—atsumu shivers feeling his cum reach deep inside you. “all for you” he sighs, wrapping his arms around you as he gains some breathing room and who would think atsumu always seems to make you want to indulge in your most filthiest desires including him fucking you on the side of the road.

꩜ 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀

+ “is this just sex?”

it seems shinsuke kita is oblivious to a lot of things but there’s on thing he is very keen on—fucking you. at this point you’re waiting by your phone, one quick message and you’re crawling into his bed, clothes pulled on the floor and bodies entangled—spoken like a mantra, his name falls from your lips so graciously. yet, that’s the summary of your relationship with kita—nothing more and nothing less, he seems to be content with the arrangement and you were until his fingers were interlocked with your own, kissing away frustrated tears as you creamed around his cock and the overload of affection he blessed your body with after everything was said and done. kita was someone that you craved—a being you wanted for yourself but asking the question became insufferable as he showed zero interest in anything other than fucking you. maybe that’s why anger clouded your judgment tonight as he pounded your pussy for all it was worth, strands of his hair brushed on your cheeks while kita nestled his face further into your neck, he stops as you mumble out the words almost like he’s terrified as the phrase slips from your lips, “is this just sex?”

“does it feel just like sex?” kita mumbles out, pulling his face from the crevice of your neck to linger his brown orbs down on you. he shifts from his position to drape one of your legs over his shoulder, bringing his hand down to circle your clit. “does it feel like i’m just fucking you when i want you to cum first?” kita averts his gaze to his cock slowly sliding through your folds, calloused pads circling your bundle of nerves while he rolls his hips to angle his length to bump right against your sweet spot. you can’t fathom a sentence by the way kita is fucking you, slowly bringing your orgasm to the surface while he continues pumping his throbbing cock into your clenching walls. “you’re more to me than just sex—a lot fucking more, angel” kita grunts, struggling to keep a rhythm as he watches your body wither beneath him. you fall so easily to his cock, the way he fucks you through your orgasm just to watch you fall apart all over again. you succumb to his spell—whatever it might be, kita has that effect on you, juices gushing around his cock and a sheen liquid spraying amongst his lower gut. he swallows a thick lump at how messy you are for him, he’s completely in love with every single feature adorned across your form and he craves just another look of your face when he’s pushing his cum deeper inside you—kita bends down to press a kiss on your forehead, slowly smiling when you can’t say anything back but a throaty moan, “does that answer your question? or should i just say that i want you for as long as you’ll let me have you, my pretty girl.”

꩜ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎

+ “i can’t stop thinking about you”

another week without you and bokuto thinks he’s going absolutely insane besides how much comfort he gets with your body sleeping beside his—it’s the feeling of your fingers tracing his skin, how you pay close attention slowly wrapping your lips around his cock, digits cupping his sensitive balls while all he can possibly do is throw his head back begging and moaning for more. with his phone on standby bokuto grabs it, quickly dialing your number, he hears how much croak enables your voice in the second ring. “hey pretty girl” bokuto shifts in the hotel bed, grimacing how the sheets are stiff and his left side is so cold, “hey kōtarō, it’s late you need to be asleep.” bokuto rolls his sweats down to his thighs, listening to his thick cock smack against his stomach echoing through the room. “j-just need you so bad princess” bokuto whimpers, blowing through any introduction as he notices how angry his cock looks twitching against his stomach, “i can’t stop thinking about you.”

bokuto usually takes his time working his orgasm to the surface but when his own hand is doing it—it’s completely a different story, “i hear how wet you are for me baby, just imagine i’m there—how much you need my cock.” bokuto can hear lewd noises drifting through his ear, soft throaty moans while he props the phone on his shoulder as the other fists his cock faster and faster till his thighs begin to tremble. bokuto screws his eyes shut, painting a pretty picture of you above him, bouncing on his cock while he slaps the fat of your ass, tits perfectly pouncing to every thrusts he pounds harder in your cunt. he loves how much your body begins to dissolve before him, he hates that his cum won’t be in your weeping hole, grunting and panting when he’s so fucking close now. “i’m about to cum, fuck i’m so fucking close angel” bokuto groans out listening to you hitting your peak, fast—shrill whimpers linger through his eardrum as he feels hot liquid splatter his stomach. silence seems to cast among your voices, bokuto sighs uneasy once his eyes finally crack open, it’s not enough—truly not enough. “video call now, i have to see you pretty baby, i have to see what’s mine” bokuto whines in the phone and you cannot possibly say no to him when his begging is just so cute.

꩜ 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀

+ “nobody has ever made me cum”

“she’s totally exaggerating” you huff, watching a sex scene appear on the screen while you’re neslted under hinata’s arm, he softly chuckles, the vibrations of his chest stir your limbs, “yeah but when you cum really hard it can sound like that, babe.” though you haven’t had sex with your new boyfriend yet, the topic of discussion has come up a few times but never to the missing detail you seem to always forget to tell him. “oh, yeah totally” you avoid his lingering stare, providing your attention back on the show. hinata squints his eyes back at you before a playful smile tugs at his lips, “can i ask you a question?” you want to sink into the couch, you already know what he’s going to ask so before he can feed into his own curiosity—“nobody has ever made me cum, i know that’s what you’re wondering.” hinata hums back in reply and you silently watch the rest of your show but honestly—you wish he’d have a better reaction than that.

“shoyo—y-you don’t have to do this” your voice strangles in your throat as hinata leaves wet open mouth kisses on the insides of your thighs. “why would i not want to make you cum?” he smiles so sweetly and the insanity of thinking hinata really would just leave you another day without feeling what it’s like to cum—hard, he truly wants to make you sound just like on the tv shows you watch together. “b-but like this?” you squeak, chest heaving as hinata gently flattens his tongue to slide down your slit, “just relax angel, i want to make you feel good like you deserve.” he groans when you fist his hair in your grasps, jerking him harder on your heat as hinata begins running circles on your puffy clit with the tip of his tongue. his nails indent into the plush of your thighs as he laps and sucks the spillage of your juices from his ministrations. you’re already about to lose your mind, back arching off the bed while hinata flicks his warm muscle on your bundle of nerves, smirking against your pussy when you begin reaching a higher choked moan. “that’s right baby, cum on my tongue” hinata muffles through your cunt, bringing two fingers up to plunge into your tight hole, pumping the digits vigorously as he feels your orgasm quickly approaching. “sho—i think i’m gonna cum” your hips buck into his face, hinata hums into your cunt—the vibrations sending you straight over the edge, “no princess, you’re going to cum” he watches as you gush on his fingers, tits bouncing with the sharp breathes exhaling from your lungs as the orgasm hits you hard—enough to break the sound barrier with your moans alone. “if you sound like that i can’t fucking wait to hear you cum on my cock, pretty girl” hinata groans, crawling over you with a taunting grin sewed on his cheeks.

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𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 — olympic team / fem reader

[ atsumu, sakusa, suna, kageyama, gao, bokuto, hinata, iwaizumi, oikawa ]

the stress of the first match seems to be taking a toll on the team's spirit, and you refuse to sit and watch them fail when you know you can be of help. but can you really handle all of them?

(or, where you end up having a gang bang with 8 professional volleyball players, and 1 athletic trainer)

⥅ word c. 7,928

⥅ warnings. sub reader, gang bang, foursomes, voyeurism?, fellatio, cum play, vaginal penetration, anal, unprotected sex, creampie, facial, size + stomach bulging kink, praise kink, mild degradation, double penetration, pussy job (for like, one second), double vaginal penetration, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, someone passes out, aftercare

⥅author n. brought to u thanks to this tweet + @kmorgzz who suggested adding iwaoi to the mix

special mention to my wife and love of my life, runa. @tsumue u had me laughing at 4am as i read ur comments in the google doc. i don't know what i'd do without u, tysm for beta and putting up with me for the past week ♡

ps. im v sorry if ur fave didn't make the cut (╥_╥) i added the ones im more familiar with, in terms of writing

if someone had told you you’d be attending the olympic games not as a spectator but as part of japan’s team, you’d have never believed them. but here you are, sitting in the same room with the most skilled players in the country as none other than their personal assistant.

“iwaizumi-san! do you think kageyama and i could pull off a quick attack right at the beginning of the set?”

“shoyo-kun, if there’s someone you’ll be doing the quick attack with it’s me,” atsumu’s eyes land on kageyama, smirking at the other setter from across the room, “right, tobio-kun?”

“you’re a disgrace.”

sakusa’s statement earns an offended scoff from the blond setter, the rest of the team rolling their eyes and sighing at the all-too-familiar scene.

“oi! we don’t have time for petty fights!”

after iwaizumi gets everyone’s attention back on him, he barely finishes explaining tomorrow’s match opponents and their plays without losing the team’s attention. he might be there to train them and make sure they’re on top of their game, but he knows when the team is lacking morale and, sadly, today’s one of those days.

the meeting is over and all of you go to the dining hall, fetching your dinner and sitting on your respective table with you right next to iwaizumi.

since you took that part-time job at the msby jackals, you quickly caught onto their small tics and tell-tale signs when something isn’t right. atsumu becomes a complete asshole which makes sakusa lose his temper sooner than usual. meanwhile, bokuto and hinata become very fidgety, often causing a bit of chaos around them as clumsiness radiates off of them.

when the national team was announced, you were offered the job as the trainer’s assistant—all thanks to the jackals who recommended you to their superiors for said position. your pay-check might say you’re just iwaizumi’s assistant, but you’re basically there to cover the needs of the entire team—all of them.

“iwa-chan!”

your head snaps to the side as a good-looking man takes the last free seat next to iwaizumi.

“aren’t you supposed to be sitting with your team?” iwaizumi asks him, taking a bite of his food while waiting for an answer.

the unknown man huffs exaggeratedly, rolling his eyes as he too starts to eat, “thought you’d miss your best friend.”

“hanamaki isn’t here.”

the stranger opens his mouth to reply, clearly offended by iwizumi’s words, when he notices you peeping at him.

“oh? hi! i think we haven’t met,” he shoots you a charming smile, bringing out his remarkably handsome features, “oikawa tooru, it’s nice to meet you.”

you introduce yourself, bowing at him and focusing back on your food.

both friends start to discuss tomorrow’s events, which inevitably brings out iwaizumi’s concern for his players.

“they seem off,” he’s playing around with the food as he stares at the players sitting in the table in front of yours, “i don’t know if i should talk to them or let them be.”

he’s clearly concerned for them, you can see it in his eyes—the doubt, wondering if he has been doing a good job with the team.

“iwaizumi-san, i-i… perhaps i could aid them this time?”

his head snaps in your direction, a mix of surprise and worry taking over his face, “no way, that’d be too much for you.”

oikawa’s eyebrows scrunch up as he observes you two but says nothing, choosing to listen attentively at you trying to convince iwaizumi while the latter sighs and reminds you that it’s not just the jackals this time.

it takes a while for iwaizumi to accept your offer, pondering the pros and cons, but he ends up accepting it; for everyone’s sakes.

“i’m lost.”

oikawa’s words make your insides flare-up, looking down at your hands in order to avoid looking at him, his curious eyes switching between his best friend and you.

iwaizumi ignores him, standing up from his seat and walking to the table in front of you with you and oikawa watching closely. the team turns to look at him, waiting for him to speak since it’s obvious it has to be something important by the severe look on his face.

“seeing as some of you are clearly out of it, our assistant here has very kindly volunteered to help you guys for tonight.”

a few heads immediately perk up, looking at you with bright eyes once you answer their silent question with a smile.

“please, be good to her. i’ll be there supervising anyways, so don’t think of trying anything funny.”

“oikawa-san! you’re coming with us, right?” hinata looks expectantly at said male, excitement clear in the redhead’s eyes, “she’s the best!”

both iwaizumi and you freeze on the spot, gauging oikawa’s reaction who only looks more confused.

“you’re welcome to join us, if you so desire,” it’s you who’s offering it this time, surprising iwaizumi and earning a worried glance from him.

oikawa can’t deny he’s dying to know what everyone’s so excited about, and after thinking about it for a few more seconds, he has made up his mind.

“shall we go, then?”

—

“alright, ground rules.”

just a handful of the team sits in the room, the ones who know what’s happening waiting eagerly for the green light while the rest wonders what the fuss is about. as much as you want to help them all, it’d be impossible; which is why iwaizumi picked the ones he thought needed the morale boost the most.

with a nod in your direction, he lets you know you’re free to speak.

“the jackals already know this,” you say and atsumu snickers from his seat, winking at you as hinata and bokuto nod excitedly, “but i’m not too strict about the entire thing.”

you can feel the pairs of curious eyes burning holes in you—trying to decipher what’s going on. so, after taking a deep breath and getting an awkward, encouraging smile from iwaizumi, you start voicing out the rules.

“please, be patient. there are so many of you and only one of me. i promise you’ll get your turn,” you give atsumu a pointed look, and this time it's sakusa who snorts while the blond setter rolls his eyes, “which brings me to the next rule, no seconds.”

a hand raises in the air, making you advert your attention to its owner.

“i still don’t get what’s happening,” suna’s eyes narrow down at you, noticing the embarrassment and hesitation in your posture.

“don’t worry, suna. we’ll show ya.”

“shut it, miya.”

clearing up your throat, you smile coyly at the middle blocker, “it’ll make sense once i finish explaining, suna-san.”

he shrugs but stays quiet. taking into account the jackals’ reactions plus the cryptic rules, an idea has already formed in his mind. but it couldn’t be that. right?

“uh, again, only one round. all entrances are fine,” you pause, going through the rules in your head to see if there’s anything you might be forgetting, “oh! and you’ll be paired up in teams of three to make things faster.”

“one more thing,” iwaizumi speaks up, this time looking at you instead of the awaiting men, “don’t forget to let us know how you’re doing.”

two loud claps break the tense atmosphere, “well, we should get started then,” atsumu raises from his spot and walks towards you. his hands cradle your face between them and lift it so you can face him properly, “what do ya say, princess?”

his lips land on yours before you can reply to him, a small squeal getting stuck in your throat when his hands travel down your body until he’s squeezing your ass.

you’re too caught up in the kiss to notice the new presence looming behind you.

“i’ll take your pussy before anyone can taint it with their dick.”

sakusa’s words make you shudder. you break apart from atsumu’s mouth to turn around and face him, his dark eyes alluring and drawing you towards him.

“oi, newbie,” atsumu calls out to suna who scoffs in return, “c’mere and join us.”

meanwhile, sakusa guides you to the bed, making you sit on his lap as you wait for the other two to show up. once they do, atsumu immediately settles behind you while suna stands awkwardly at the foot of the bed. it’s hard for you to read his expression since you’re not too familiar with him, so you offer him a reassuring smile and pat the spot next to you.

the rest of the team watches from their seats as the four of you get started.

suna lifts your chin, his eyes staring down at you before leaning down and kissing the corner of your mouth. he trails down your neck until he reaches your chest, sucking on the skin gently before running his tongue over the delicate area. in the meantime, atsumu unbuttons your blouse, taking it off and playing with your breasts while sakusa busies himself with taking your pants off.

“i get the hype, now,” suna whispers in your ear, blowing air on it and then biting down on your earlobe, making the hairs of your body rise.

his lips capture yours in a slow kiss —savoring your taste— and one of his hands goes to the back of your neck to keep you in place. his teeth play with your bottom lip, biting it softly and pulling away, his hooded eyes calculating your reaction.

“don’t get too excited, suna,” atsumu says from his spot behind you, pinching your nipples between his fingers and prompting a whine to escape your lips, “you’ll only get her mouth.”

“mhm, is that so?” suna’s question is directed towards you rather than atsumu, tilting your chin up and smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, “can’t wait to see that pretty mouth bulging with my cock, then.”

his lewd words earn a few coughs and clearing throats from the rest, which he chooses to ignore when your hand cups his growing bulge.

“enough you two, let the poor woman have a bit of pleasure too,” sakusa’s dark eyes look at you questioningly, silently asking if you’re ready to continue.

in return, you cup his face with your free hand and kiss his cheek—knowing he wouldn’t appreciate a kiss on the mouth when you just finished making out with another man.

they finish getting you out of your clothes until your bare cunt is hovering over sakusa’s lap. he’s quick to undress and ease his cock into you, suna and atsumu observing as they get rid of their clothes as well.

“fuck,” sakusa groans in your ear, the position allowing you to hide your face in his neck and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “always so tight.”

“scoot over, i need to prep her ass.”

suna snorts at atsumu’s words, pumping his cock twice before kneeling on the mattress—right next to you. he pats your cheek with the swollen head, looking down at you with a faint smirk.

“open up.”

your eyes immediately focus on his length, your mouth watering at the sight. you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, looking up at him and observing as he rests the tip on your tongue.

“looking so pretty with a cock in your mouth,” he slowly slides in, guiding your head down until half of him is inside, “so warm.”

a cold liquid dribbles on your backside, making you flinch forward and causing suna’s cock to slide in even more.

“relax, baby. it’s just me,” atsumu rubs the liquid on your asshole, playing with it with his finger before finally sliding it in.

your muscles contract involuntarily, making sakusa groan as he keeps still inside your pussy, waiting for you to grow used to the multiple things going on around you.

“hurry up before i start fucking her.”

a second finger slides in and you moan around suna’s cock, spit running at the corners of your mouth which reminds you to swallow. you hollow your cheeks and retract your mouth until only the tip remains inside, running your tongue over the slit and making the middle blocker shudder.

“someone’s hungry,” he muses.

you hum around him, bobbing your head back and forth and pumping the rest of his length with one hand.

“i’m gonna try get in now, okay?” atsumu taps your ass with his cock, lining it up with your asshole and thrusting in. he watches as the head of his cock finally slips in, groaning when the familiar tightness engulfs him, “that’s it, baby. doin’ so good for me.”

you have to remove your mouth from suna’s cock to avoid biting down on him, the stretch slightly more painful than pleasurable which eventually leads to you tensing up even more.

“you gotta relax,” atsumu says under his breath, strained by the way you feel around his dick.

it takes you around a minute to calm down, taking deep breaths until you feel yourself loosen up and, with one last push, he’s finally inside.

“omi?” you say against his neck, “could you move a bit, please?”

said man grunts as he starts to move his hips, your slick helping his cock glide in, “color.”

it takes you a few seconds to understand what he meant.

“oh! uhh, green.”

atsumu’s thrusts are slow —testing the waters— since the last thing he wants is to get yelled at for being too rough, too soon. but you’re growing impatient, moving your hips backwards and trying to get more of him inside of you.

“m-more, ‘tsumu. i can take it,” you say and he immediately complies, his muscular thighs now slapping against your ass.

suna remains kneeling next to you, cock in his hand as he waits for you to bring your attention back to him. but he doesn’t have to wait too long, your hand wrapping around his cock and guiding it back into your mouth once you’ve set a steady pace with the other two men.

“thought you had forgotten about me.”

he pushes your hair out of your face, watching your lips wrap around his girth. it’s taking all of his willpower to not hold your head and fuck your face until you’re gagging around him, afraid it might be a big ‘no’ from you. and since it’s the first time he’s getting to experience this, he decides to take whatever’s given to him.

“you’re so wet,” sakusa points out as he looks down at where you two are connected, observing his cock slide in and out of your cunt, covered with your slick.

“‘course she is, she’s being stuffed by three cocks.”

“feels good…” your manage to say after releasing suna with a pop, pumping his shaft with your hand, “a-am i making you feel better?”

a hand lands on your ass, causing you to yelp and tighten your hold on suna’s cock.

“what do ya think, hm? we’re getting our dicks wet in none other but our slutty little assistant's holes,” atsumu plays with your ass, squeezing it and humming when the imprint of his hands appears on the soft flesh.

“mhm, quite the slut you are,” sakusa whispers in your ear, kissing your neck afterwards, “as long as i get to make a mess out of that cunt of yours before anyone else, i will always enjoy these little sessions of ours.”

your eyes land on suna, waiting for him to say his thoughts on the matter.

his gaze drops to your hand, covered in his pre-cum and your spit which sends a jolt to his cock, making it throb in your hand.

“can’t say i hate it.”

you smile at his words, recognizing the challenge hidden behind them. your mouth wraps around the flushed tip, eyes closing when both sakusa and atsumu thrust up into your holes at the same time. you try to keep your hand steady as you suck suna off, but the lewd grunts and moans coming from them, plus their cocks filling you so nicely make your rhythm falter every once in a while.

a hand starts toying with your clit, causing you to moan around suna’s cock. the vibrations make him shudder, scowling at himself when he realizes his orgasm is approaching faster than he expected.

“fuck, fuck– princess? do you mind if i cum inside?” atsumu grunts.

your muscles clench at the thought of being filled with his cum, imagining the thick liquid oozing out of your sensitive holes only to stuff it back in with your fingers.

“y-yes, ‘tsumu. cum inside me,” you pant as your hands squeeze suna’s cock, pumping it faster as you notice his hips jerking towards you. you turn your face to look at sakusa, who has his eyebrows drawn upwards and his mouth open slightly as he too feels overwhelmed by the pleasure, “omi, you can cum inside as well.”

and he doesn’t need to be told twice, his large hands holding you by your hips so he can thrust his cock into your drenched cunt faster.

moans and squelching noises echo around the room. atsumu picks up his pace as he feels his orgasm approaching, his deep grunts fanning over your neck and taking over your hearing. the drag of sakusa’s pubic bone against your clit has you cumming shortly after. your head rolls forward as both men keep thrusting in and out of you, only stopping once their cum fill your clenching holes.

“shit– look at me,” suna orders you, and you barely have time to process what’s happening.

his cum lands on your face, his hand helping you pump his throbbing cock as the ropes of cum cover your skin. he exhales heavily once he’s done, brushing the flushed head of his cock over your swollen lips, and smearing the white liquid around them.

it’s silent for a few seconds, save for the heavy breathing and pants coming from your mouths.

“holy shit,” oikawa’s voice breaks the silence. his cock strains almost painfully against his pants at the sight of what awaits him.

“yeah, holy shit,” atsumu laughs off, brushing his hair out of his face with one hand as he massages the flesh of your ass with the other, “ya never disappoint, princess.”

with a grunt, the blond setter removes his softening cock from you, his honey eyes —plus a few curious ones— observing the way his cum dribbles out from your stretched hole. the same thing happens with sakusa, who lifts your hips off of him, his cock falling on his stomach and the mix of your slick and his cum dripping down on his length.

atsumu’s fingers immediately go to your cunt, pumping the juices back into you, “god, you love this. don’t you, baby?”

all you can do is whine, your hands clenching the sheets until he removes his fingers from your sensitive pussy, and stuffs them inside your mouth.

“we all get a turn?” kageyama whispers not so discreetly to hinata, who only nods eagerly in return.

you lick atsumu’s fingers clean which earns you a radiant smile from him.

“here.”

suna has his arm outstretched, handing you a tissue so you can clean your face.

“thank you,” you take it from his hands as you climb off of sakusa’s lap.

you’re cleaning the residues of cum on your face when a hand falls on top of your head.

“drink some water before you start the next round,” sakusa’s dark eyes suddenly seem warmer and kinder to you, patting your head before disappearing into the bathroom.

after tossing the used tissue away, you turn to iwaizumi and give him a firm nod.

“who’s next?”

your dazzling smile has the rest of the men in awe, silently praying it’s them who get to feel your body with their hands next.

“bokuto,” the wing spiker’s immediately perks up at the sound of his name, “you, kageyama, and hakuba are next.”

the three men raise from their seats and make their way towards the bed—towards you.

“hey, bo,” you offer a loving smile to him, “you ready?”

his strong arms wrap around you, kissing your cheek loudly and making you giggle, “it feels as if i’ve been waiting forever. of course, i’m ready!”

meanwhile, kageyama and gao stand at the foot of the bed, waiting for any instructions or a signal from you that could tell them when to start. luckily, you’re quick to notice their hesitation.

”is there a particular place where you want to be?” you ask them, looking specifically at kageyama and gao, since you want to make sure they feel included.

“dibs on your mouth!”

you blush at bokuto’s enthusiasm but accept his request, stroking his cheek as you wait for the other two to answer.

“i’ll take whatever,” kageyama says and scratches the back of his neck.

“me too,” gao smiles and takes a few steps towards you, making bokuto move away from you. his large hand tucks one piece of your hair away, his eyes staring at yours before dropping to your lips, “although, i think i’d like it better if i had your pussy gripping my cock. wouldn’t you like that?”

he presses his front against yours, his erection poking at your belly which earns a small gasp from you. you have to stop yourself from taking a look at the tent in his sweatpants, trying to figure out how much of him there is hidden inside the fabric.

“o-okay.”

the middle blocker smiles at you before diving down to your lips. his hands grab your waist, lifting you up from the ground and making you wrap your legs around his torso. he gently places you down on the bed and kisses his way down your neck until his mouth is right above your erect nipple.

“hey! i want to kiss her too,” bokuto complains, “you can’t hog her like that.”

“s’okay bo, come here.”

he doesn’t have to be told twice, immediately climbing onto the bed and leaning down to kiss your lips.

you grab the back of his head and run your fingers through his soft hair, pulling on it gently which causes a groan to rumble in his chest.

a pair of hands slide over your legs, pushing them apart until your bare cunt is spread wide open for everyone to see.

“you’re dripping, babe,” gao murmurs over your nipple, giving it a light tug before flicking his tongue over it, “do you want my cock that badly?”

you can only moan and nod, your lips still busy with bokuto’s.

but there’s someone who still has yet to join you.

“tobio-chan, if you’re not going to do anything then let me take your place instead.”

oikawa’s words snap you out of your daze. you pat bokuto’s cheek signaling him to let go of you, and the same thing happens with gao as you try to sit up. your eyes fall on kageyama who stands at the same spot with a conflicted look and an obvious erection in his pants.

“hey,” you crawl your way towards him and sit on your knees, “are you uncomfortable?”

his mouth opens but nothing comes out of it. he can feel the weight of everyone’s stare on him, making him look away from you.

a few seconds pass and there’s still no answer.

“you don’t have to do this, you know?” you say in a small tone, slightly confused as to why he’s rejecting you, “i just thought… i could help you relax.”

he nods, still avoiding your gaze.

you take a look at iwaizumi –who looks as equally as puzzled as you– before looking back at the setter.

“do you want to leave?”

at this, his head finally snaps towards you, “no, i-” he pauses. his eyes are immediately drawn to your mouth, making him involuntarily wet his lips, “i want to stay.”

relief washes over you, a timid smile spreading on your lips which is quickly mirrored by him. you take his hand in yours and guide him to the other side of the bed, urging him to join the rest of you. there’s a hunger in his eyes that has your pussy dripping with your slick, a sigh leaving your lips when your back hits the pillows as you watch him take gao’s previous spot.

“kiss me, tobio.”

and he does. it starts slow, hesitant, but it soon turns desperate. his tongue strokes yours before sucking on it, spit coating your lips thanks to the messiness of the kiss. the strain of his cock inside his pants becomes too uncomfortable to his liking, causing him to start humping against you, trying to relieve himself.

noticing his predicament, you move your hand between your bodies and palm his hard-on. he groans against your lips, his hips jerking forward seeking more of your touch.

in the meantime, both bokuto and gao pump their cocks with their hands, having taken their clothes off while you talked to kageyama.

gao squeezes the head of his cock between his hands, pre-cum oozing from the slit as he imagines the way your cunt is going to grip him, “babe, you’re making us suffer.”

“get in line!”

“atsumu, shut the fuck up.”

“baby?” bokuto asks from where he stands, his own cock stiff and ready to be inside your mouth, “we don’t mean to be pushy, but do you think you could get to us soon?”

“bokuto-san, you’re going to break a rule!” hinata says, clearly concerned for his teammate, “be patient, remember?”

the rest of the team laughs and you can’t help but join them.

at this, bokuto pouts playfully at you, “you’re just teasing me, baby.”

“then come here,” you gasp when kageyama’s mouth sucks at the base of your neck, “y-you wanted my mouth, right?”

bokuto kneels next to your face, patting the leaking tip on your lips.

“i’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours and you’re going to take it like a good girl,” he says, his tone leaving no room for questions, “open.”

you comply immediately, lolling out your tongue and waiting for him to rest his heavy cock on top of it.

the lewd sight in front of him makes bokuto shudder. his hands grasp your head, pushing you down his length until he feels your throat constricting around him.

“fuck– baby,” he grunts and gives a shallow thrust, “i know you can do better than that.”

you try to relax your jaw so you can fit more of him inside of your mouth. but as you are about to graze your nose against his pubic bone, a finger runs between your folds causing you to flinch.

“i’m still here.”

gao’s tone sounds stern, even if a playful smile tugs his lips upwards, you can see the seriousness swirling in his eyes.

kageyama sighs and leaves your side, stepping away momentarily to take his pants off.

the middle blocker takes it as his chance to settle between your legs as bokuto keeps your mouth busy.

“you’re drenched, sweetheart,” he muses, running his digits over your slit, “don’t worry, i’ll fill this pussy with my cock so well that you’ll be cumming in no time.”

your eyes travel to his shaft, watching as he pumps it twice before running it between your folds. your brows furrow when you notice how heavy it feels, making you wonder if it will fit in.

he lines himself up with your hole, pushing the head inside which is enough to have you whining around bokuto’s cock.

“you look so sexy,” bokuto groans, pushing your head away from him and watching your spit run down your mouth. he looks at kageyama who stands awkwardly with his cock in hand, “i guess we’re sharing her mouth.”

the setter’s eyes widen slightly before nodding, mimicking bokuto’s position and nudging his cock on your lips, “suck.”

your breath hitches at his order, caught off guard by his demanding tone. you grab his cock from the base and guide it into your mouth, pumping bokuto’s length with your other hand. you hum around kageyama, running your tongue over the head of his cock before hollowing your cheeks and sucking harshly on it.

but your attention on them doesn’t last too long, the sudden feel of your pussy getting split open by gao’s cock taking it away.

“so tight,” he grunts, one of his hands running over the skin of your inner thigh until he reaches your soaking cunt. he pulls your folds apart, watching you struggle to take his cock inside you—no matter how wet you are, “i bet those jackals haven’t been fucking you like you deserve.”

“oi!” “not true!”

you free your mouth from kageyama and use both hands to pump his and bokuto’s cock, “s-so big, ugh-”

gao pushes more of him in, half of his cock already inserted in you. but he’s just so thick, so big, that you can’t help but clamp down your walls around him. his thumb starts rubbing circles on your clit, trying to relax your walls, as his other hand settles on your abdomen.

“you’re going to be so full of my cock that you’ll be able to see it,” he gives a gentle pat to your belly, “right here.”

your grip on the other two men tightens as gao finally bottoms out, a whine breaking through your lips at the stretch.

“if only you could see yourself,” his thrusts are lazy, mesmerized by the way your belly bulges when he pushes his cock inside you, “so fucking sexy with my fat cock inside your cunt.”

your lips wrap around the tip of bokuto’s cock once more, closing your eyes as pleasure clouds your head. he thrusts in, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

“good girl,” bokuto exhales, “taking my cock so well.”

you quicken the pace of your other hand, looking at kageyama as you obscenely suck bokuto.

the setter’s eyes refuse to leave yours, “who would’ve thought our assistant could be so naughty.”

“as if you’re complaining,” gao says, lifting your leg over his shoulder. the new angle allowing him to press his hips closer to yours.

“i never said i was.”

bokuto curses under his breath when you start sucking his balls, pumping the rest of his length with your hand and squeezing the head of kageyama’s cock with the other.

“you’re going to make me cum,” bokuto groans.

giggling, you lick your way up and run your tongue over the slit, “cum in my mouth.”

the sound of collective groans echoes in the room, a fair amount of players finding your words arousing.

“what a slut, let’s see if you keep talking when you’re covered in our cum.”

gao’s threat goes straight to your pussy, making you cream around his girth. the pace of his thumb on your clit quickens once he notices your walls spasming around him.

“ngh, fuck!” you’re breathing heavily by now, barely managing to keep the pace of your hands consistent, “i-i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum.”

“let go, baby.”

one of gao’s hands travels up your body until he’s pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“shit, shit, shit,” you’re thrashing underneath him, your cunt fluttering around his cock thanks to your orgasm.

kageyama’s way too focused on the way your face contorts in pleasure to notice how his hips have started to jerk faster. that is until the familiar coil suddenly snaps and his cum lands on your chin and part of your chest.

“h-how did you get even tighter- hah!”

warm spurts of cum fill your cunt, the sense of fullness intensifying as gao frees his load inside of you.

“i’m cumming, baby. fuck, fuck–” bokuto chants your name as he too reaches his orgasm, quickly shoving his cock into your mouth and releasing his thick cum inside of it.

you make sure to keep sucking him, milking his cock dry. once you remove your mouth from him, you bring his and kageyama’s cock closer to your face and pucker your lips, letting the mix of cum and spit fall on their cocks before giving a few kitten licks to the flushed heads.

gao starts to remove his cock from your insides, cursing at the state of your pussy once he’s finally out.

“holy fuck, she’s tightening around nothing.”

you let out a low moan when his fingers spread your lower lips, “t-too sensitive.”

“i think that’s enough,” iwaizumi intervenes, pushing him away, “color?”

“yellow,” but you continue as soon as you see his face become stern, “relax, i just need to calm down a bit.”

kageyama offers you a towel before awkwardly thanking you for your help. and after receiving a kiss on the forehead from bokuto, the three of them leave to go clean themselves.

“iwa-chan, why don’t you give her a massage?”

you let your body fall on the mattress, extending your arms above your head and moaning at the stretch.

“mm, that’d be nice.”

iwaizumi rolls his eyes playfully when he sees you pouting at him, “get on your stomach, i’ll be right back.”

in the meantime, oikawa and hinata take the spots next to you, eager to finally have their turn with you.

“you’re so pretty,” oikawa runs his hands over the skin of your shoulders, “those idiots are lucky to have you.”

your eyes start closing up, focusing on the feel of his fingers on your skin and making goosebumps appear all over your body.

“shoyo, we should help her relax too. don’t you think?”

you catch the suggestive tone in his voice, but his touch feels so good that you choose to ignore it.

both men start caressing your body, hinata’s hands paying special attention to your shoulders while oikawa pets your hair, murmuring sweet nothings.

“you ready?” iwaizumi pops back into the room, a bottle of oil and a clean towel in his hands.

“mhm.”

the towel rests on your ass, iwaizumi’s warm hands spreading the oil on your back and rubbing at the sore muscles.

“does that feel good, princess?” oikawa asks when he hears you sigh. you are about to reply when iwaizumi hits a sore spot, a groan slipping past your lips and making the setter chuckle, “can you tell me your color now?”

“green.”

oikawa looks at iwaizumi and both men seem to communicate through their eyes, the latter smirking before going back to work.

at first, you don’t pay too much attention to his movements, choosing to focus on the pleasure. but then you notice how his hands seem to ghost lower and lower until he’s kneading your ass, the towel long forgotten.

before you can comment on it, he moves them to your thighs, massaging the soft flesh. it all goes back to normal –or so you think– until his hands reach higher and his digits start grazing your slit.

“hajime…”

“shh,” oikawa coos in your ear, pushing your hair out of your face and kissing your temple, “let him take care of you.”

iwaizumi inserts one finger inside your pussy, curling it until he’s teasing the spongy walls.

whines escape your mouth, your hands gripping the bedsheets which are quickly replaced by hinata’s hands.

“so cute.”

another finger slips in and makes you open your eyes, looking at oikawa helplessly, “o-oikawa-san-”

“tooru,” he interrupts you.

“tooru,” you try his name and he hums, letting you know he’s listening, “could you… uh, k-kiss me?”

“of course, princess.”

he leans down to capture your lips, swallowing your moans when iwaizumi curls both fingers and massages your spot.

you open your legs, allowing iwaizumi to finger you better as you rut your hips on the mattress, rubbing your clit against the fabric of the sheets and chasing after your orgasm.

“iwa– faster, please.”

he complies immediately, causing wetness to gush out of your cunt and making the distinctive squelching sounds fill the room.

“i’m gonna– ah! i’m c-cumming!”

“cum for me,” he encourages you, and that’s all you need.

you gush around his fingers, your slick coating them as you squirm under the gaze of the three men.

hinata tugs at your hand, pulling you underneath him and kissing you sloppily. you gasp on his mouth, caught off guard by the sudden movement but quickly melting into the kiss.

he blushes once he pulls away, “s-sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“it’s okay, shoyo,” you breathe out, caressing his cheek, “want me to help you?”

he beams at your offer, nodding eagerly as he watches you climb on top of him. you straddle his hips and run your cunt over his cock, shivering when his length grazes your clit.

“do you want me to ride you?” you whisper, playing with his hair.

“wait- i think i have a better idea.”

hinata lifts you from his lap and moves until he’s sitting on the edge of the mattress. he pushes your hips with his hands, turning you around so you’re facing away from him.

“you can sit on my lap now.”

your ass rests right on top of his cock, but he hooks his arms on your knees, spreading you open, as he lets himself fall back on the mattress.

“what are you–”

“oikawa-san, doesn’t this remind you of something?”

said man laughs, “how could i forget? we had quite some fun back in brazil, huh?”

you’re visibly confused, looking at oikawa with furrowed brows, “what do you want to do?”

“say, princess,” his tone suddenly sounds too sweet for your liking, “have you ever had two cocks in one hole?”

your eyes widen, looking back and forth between oikawa and iwaizumi—who has ridden himself of his clothes and sits next to you, his thick cock in his hand.

“i’ll take that as a no.”

“can we do that?” hinata asks from behind you, his breath fanning on your ear, “we’ll be gentle.”

“there’s literally another free hole for you to use!” someone yells, clearly annoyed they didn’t get the chance to do it.

oikawa clicks his tongue, “where’s the fun in that?”

after taking a minute to think it through, you agree to their offer, “okay… uh- iwa?” you turn to look at him, “what about you?”

seeing as there’s no room for him to take your ass, his eyes land on your mouth. and with two taps of his finger on your cheek, he lets you know his decision.

“think you can suck me off?”

they’re all given the green light when you answer his question. hinata raises you from his lap, aligning his cock with your entrance before letting your weight fall on top of it. you groan at the familiar thickness stretching you nicely, missing the flash of hunger in the setter’s eyes.

“my turn.”

oikawa presses the tip on your entrance, pushing forward and making room for his own cock.

the burn of having two cocks in one hole is new to you, but it’s surprisingly more pleasurable than you thought it’d be. you lift your eyes to look at oikawa, his gaze already locked on you, and you feel your pussy cream around their cocks at the lust in his eyes.

“enjoying yourself, princess?”

you moan when he bottoms out, watching the muscles of his abdomen contract and feeling his cock pulsing inside of you.

the thrill of being stretched by two cocks, at the same time, has your head spinning; your thoughts becoming lewd as you picture both men cumming inside you and globs of cum dripping from your abused hole.

“oikawa-san, did you feel that?” hinata asks. half-amused, half excited, “she’s squeezing us so well.”

“naughty, princess,” the setter grunts, “don’t forget about iwa-chan.”

you turn your head to face him, catching the irritated look he sends oikawa before looking down at you.

iwaizumi’s eyes immediately soften, but a smirk slowly tugs at the corners of his lips, “you seem busy.”

“there’s always room for japan’s national team athletic trainer.”

he can’t help but laugh, shaking his head at the silly title. he raises from his seat and settles himself above you, his cock hovering on your face and making your mouth water.

“whenever you’re ready.”

you don’t need to be told twice. grasping his thick cock with your hand, you lean forward and flick your tongue on the head, looking at him through your lashes with faux innocence.

“start moving,” iwaizumi hisses, the words directed at the other two men, “seems like she needs a little reminder of who’s in charge right now.”

oikawa and hinata look at each other with smirks on their lips. as hinata said earlier, they’ve been in this position before, so there’s no need for words between them since they both know what’s coming next.

hinata moves his head slightly to the side, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder and, at the same time, granting him the view of your cunt being filled with their cocks.

“look at her, oikawa-san” his eyes are locked on your pussy, captivated by the way you suck them in, “she looks so pretty with two cocks splitting her open.”

hinata’s lewd words prompt you to involuntarily moan, the vibrations landing on iwaizumi’s cock.

“hmm, you like it when you’re reduced to nothing but a slut. don’t you?”

you blink up at iwaizumi as you keep bobbing your head up and down his shaft, opting to hum to let him know you’re not ignoring him.

but his words catch someone else’s attention.

“is that true?” oikawa asks, amusement clear in his voice, “you like being reminded you’re a whore? how much of a greedy slut you are by fucking an entire volleyball team?”

you’re speechless, his words –matched with his and hinata’s harsh thrusts– causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“answer me.”

oikawa’s hand wraps around your throat, barely applying any pleasure but it’s enough to send your mind into a frenzy.

after releasing iwaizumi’s cock from your mouth, you take a second to swallow down your spit before answering him.

“y-yes, tooru. i like being treated like a slut.”

his eyes sparkle with mischief, pleased by your words.

“good, because that’s how you’re going to be treated from now on.”

a hand travels to your throbbing clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub.

“s-shoyo!”

“shh, it’ll make you feel good.”

something wet slaps against your cheek, “don’t get distracted.”

you nod and go back to sucking iwaizumi off, moaning every time hinata or oikawa hit a spot inside your cunt. you dare take a look at where your body connects with both men, and you catch yourself becoming entranced by the way their cocks slide in and out of your pussy so easily.

you are familiar with hinata’s cock, but it’s nice to see the contrast between the two of them. while hinata’s length is thick and veiny, oikawa’s leans towards the slimmer side—but still with a considerable length. either way, both men manage to hit those sweet spots inside you and make you see stars.

“shit– princess,” oikawa falters a bit when he feels your walls fluttering around him.

“we can cum inside you, right?” hinata asks, sensing his orgasm approaching. after all, he had been waiting for his turn for around an hour.

you pull away from iwaizumi, a string of spit connecting your lips with his cock and causing it to twitch at the sight.

“you can cum wherever you want.”

“oh? the team’s cocksleeve,” oikawa adds, “i see.”

iwaizumi chuckles, combing your hair out of your face and pushing his cock back into the warmth of your mouth, “you like that nickname, sweetheart?”

with his length still in your mouth, you manage to hum in affirmation.

hinata’s pace on your clit quickens as his hips jerk faster, your cunt squeezing their cocks even more in return, “i’m cumming, ah– i-i’m gonna cum!”

he manages to say before you feel him twitch inside you, pumping his cum into your walls. the fullness plus his rapid movements on your clit cause the familiar warmth to take over your body. but it’s your fourth orgasm of the night, and before you can warn anyone, liquid spurts out of your cunt.

you squirm on top of hinata, gushing around his and oikawa’s cock while your mouth remains occupied with iwaizumi’s.

“holy shit.”

both oikawa and iwaizumi cum at the sight of you squirting before them, observing the wetness soaking oikawa’s abdomen and running all the way down onto the bedsheets. they groan as they feel their load releasing into you, oikawa filling your tender cunt while iwaizumi fills your mouth.

you try to swallow a bit of iwaizumi’s cum but it’s useless. your chest heaves in exhaustion, your eyes closing involuntarily as you’re being hit with wave after wave of fatigue.

“hey,” oikawa winces when he removes his cock from you. he shoots a worried glance at iwaizumi before he’s leaning forward so he can take a closer look at you, “princess? how are you feeling?”

iwaizumi nudges hinata with his knee, wordlessly telling him to let go of you.

the following moments become a foggy mess, your mind barely registering the pair of arms wrapping around you and carrying you somewhere else.

all you can feel is tiredness, and the dampness between your thighs, before you finally pass out.

—

consciousness slowly makes its way to you, replacing the sleepiness and making you aware of your surroundings as a familiar soreness sits heavy on your body.

in an instant, flashbacks from the previous night run through your mind.

you grip the duvet and push it away from you, only to notice the set of clothes you’re wearing: an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that clearly don’t belong to you. but you don’t have time to dwell on it, the sound of your ringtone blasting all over the room and making you scramble around the bed so you can answer the call.

but it’s of no use when it goes to voicemail—you were a bit too late.

when you manage to find your phone, you tap on the screen to see whose call you just missed.

‘hajime’

your fingertips hover on the contact name, debating between returning the call or wait for him to call you again. but a few notifications pop up at the top of the screen signaling you have three text messages from him.

hey, i guess you’re still asleep. don’t freak out when you wake up, you deserve the rest so it’s okay if you stay in bed. i left your breakfast on the nightstand and you can always call me if you need anything else.

and i thought you’d like to see this.

there’s a link attached at the end of the message.

you click on it and wait for the page to load, tapping your nails on the back of your phone anxiously. a headline in big bold letters takes over the screen and you have to stop yourself from squealing.

‘japan men’s volleyball team makes it past the first round.’

you start scrolling down the article, reading how spectacular the match was and how the entire team seemed to be in their best shape. you feel your face heat up when you read the argentinian team won their match too, with multiple comments praising oikawa’s performance.

with a smile on your lips, you go back to your messages to type a quick reply to iwaizumi. only to notice you have one more text from him.

it’s our turn to take care of you.

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ok so imagine that u and virgin!baby boy Reid are roommates (you share an apartment and ur rooms are right next to eachother) and he can always hear u moan every night that you play with yourself, but he feels to guilty to do anything about his little ‘problem’. and suddenly one night he’s like super horny and jerks off, not knowing that you’re awake and can hear everything. you try to drown him out until you hear him moan your name, so you go to his room and slowly open the door so he doesn’t hear you and when he feels you on the bed he’s super apologetic but you’re like “it’s okay baby boy😏” and he’s like “please mommy let me make you feel good🥺” and even though its his first time hes so good and when you let him fuck you hes so whiny and needy 😩😩😩😩

We Shouldn't

Warnings: loss of virginity, masturbating, handjob, oral sex (male receiving), perv!spence, sub!spence, mommy kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1444

A/N: I embellished a bit - apologies

Spencer made life or death decisions nearly every day. He had to carefully craft his words when talking down unsubs and be able to assess dangerous situations in seconds to decide whether or not to shoot someone but now, when faced with a relatively simple choice, he was completely stumped. He had been rooted to the spot for nearly 20 minutes, unable to process the sight before him.

In his defense, Spencer had very little experience with women’s underwear and certainly no experience with something like the lacy little number you had left in the dryer. At this point, he had spent so much time staring at you that he knew without a doubt that they were yours. He also knew that he most definitely should not be picking them up right now or putting them in his pocket or running out of the laundry room and back to his apartment without putting his clothes to dry. And he most definitely should not be stashing your panties in his bedside table. But, alas, should not is not the same as did not.

For example, he should not watch you from his window when you went off on your morning run clad in running shorts and a tank top. He also should not linger behind you in the stairwell, eyes glued to your ass as you bounded up the stairs. And he certainly should not listen to you get yourself off at night but he did, even going as far as to take down his framed map and press his ear up against the wall. Spencer’s only saving grace was that thus far he had managed not to touch himself thinking of you, the overwhelming guilt forcing him to take a cold shower instead. But tonight was different. Tonight the panties in his bedside table were beckoning him as he ate leftover takeout, calling his name as leafed through books he’d already memorized, burning a hole through the wooden drawer as he slipped under the covers and listened for you on the other side of the wall.

There’s no harm in just holding them, he reasoned. The next thing he knew the panties were out of the drawer and in his hand and his pants had somehow slipped to mid-thigh in the process. This could be fine. I’ll find a way to give them back tomorrow and no one will know.

And maybe, just maybe, if Spencer was a man of more restraint he would’ve gotten away with it but he was not. He could hear you getting ready for bed, singing quietly to yourself. It was oddly intoxicating to know that you were going about your business, completely unaware of him and convinced that you were operating within the privacy of your own home.

Except you weren’t ignorant of your next door neighbor. Thin walls worked both ways and you could hear his soft moans reverberating into your own bedroom. You sang a little louder to drown him out, guilt eclipsing your excitement. You had often wondered about the young doctor next door - always coming and going at odd hours, never meeting your eyes or bringing anyone back to his for the night. He was so nervous around you, it made you wonder if he’d ever been with a woman but you shook the thought from your head. I should not be thinking about my neighbor’s sex life or lack thereof.

Just as you resolved to go in the kitchen and leave him in peace you heard it. It was unmistakable. You stilled listening intently, half-convinced your imagination was playing tricks on you as it often did. But there it was again clear as day. “Fuck, Y/N”

You were an overthinker, always going over your options rationally and hardly ever comfortable with making spur of the moment decisions. But you were out of your apartment in seconds, using the spare key he had nervously entrusted you with weeks ago to slip into his place. A little voice in your head tried in vain to talk sense into you. You should not be breaking into an FBI agent’s apartment.

If only should not was the same as did not.

He had his back to you and you took the opportunity to perch yourself on the edge of his bed, the shift in the mattress finally alerting him to your presence. He whirled around in alarm and instinctively tried to hide himself and the stolen underwear, already soaked in precum and wrapped around his erection. You tilted your head slightly, trying your best to hide a smirk. “I thought I heard you calling for me”

“I-no-I can explain,” he flushed a deep scarlet, his futile attempts to conceal his predicament were only making it worse and there was no way he could come up with a plausible explanation with your eyes on him. The panic rising in his chest swelled - the feeling that he had ruined everything starting to trigger an overwhelming urge to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”

You softened your gaze, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his thigh. “It’s ok, baby boy”

Just then, something changed. A switch flipped, a light came on, a natural dynamic fell into place. Very gently you took his hand, forcing him to uncover himself.

“Wouldn’t you rather the real thing?” With that you trailed his hand up your thigh and to your soaked core, letting him skim his fingers over the wetness between your legs and take in the notable lack of panties.

“I-uh-yes, but-” he stopped for a moment, searching deep within himself for a shred of courage before blurting out the rest. “I’m a virgin”

Much to his surprise, you didn’t even bat an eye, instead, you sunk down on your knees and ran your hands up his thighs. “Well then, we’d better make this extra special”

You replaced his hands, taking hold of his cock over the panties and setting in with a deliberate pace before running your tongue over his balls. You toyed with the soft flesh until you felt his thighs tremble and the whimpers he had been trying to suppress spilled from his lips. Once you were certain he had abandoned any sense of restraint you started to suck on his balls, relentlessly pulling him into your mouth and teasing him with your tongue. At this point he was incomprehensible, any words he might have said being carried away by the sobs working their way up his throat and the tears streaming down his face. Just when you were sure he’d come you retreated, pressing sloppy kisses down his thighs and removing your hands from his cock.

He whined. “Please, Mommy. Let me make you feel good.”

You pushed yourself up and into his lap, taking your shirt off in the process and cradling his face in your hands. “You think you can make Mommy come?”

He nodded into your chest, capturing a nipple into his mouth and instinctively sucking on it. You guided his hands to your waist and you lined yourself up with his tip, slowly sinking down and adjusting to his size. He gripped your waist tightly, willing himself not to come as he watched himself disappear into you. “All right then, let’s see if you can be a good boy.”

Spencer sprang into action, taking hold and bouncing you on his cock as he rutted into you. Simultaneously he continued to latch onto your breasts, littering your chest with marks. You dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling the tide of your release start to sweep you away. “Yes, just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me. So fucking good. My good boy.”

Just before you reached your peak, you threaded a hand in Spencer's hair and pulled him up to look at you. Those big brown eyes stared up at you, pupils dilated and vision hazy with lust. “I want you to come with me, baby. Right now.”

It was like nothing you had ever felt before, pure euphoria coursing through your veins and only amplifying when Spencer flooded you with his warm release. He gave a few more shallow thrusts, whimpering from the overstimulation before the two of you collapsed back onto the bed. You shifted slightly so you could hold him in your arms without separating, brushing his hair back behind his ear as he buried his face into your neck, now overcome with embarrassment over his actions. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I shouldn’t have taken your panties”

You tightened your embrace and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s ok, darling. I’m glad you did.”

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