HIS CHILD SEES YOU GET HIT ON

જ⁀➴ CALLING HIM BY HIS HERO NAME

pro hero!hawks x reader drabble ☁️ ོ

a/n: i just thought this would be cute, hawks getting all upset- I mean- Keigo. 🙄

“You know for someone who’s always out and about, you always seem to make time for me.” You softly smile upon hearing your front door open and then close.

“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, taking off his coat with a tussle.

You paused your tv show before turning around to look at him.

“Can smell the kfc on you from a mile away” you teased as he scoffed in offense. “Woah, I wear the best cologne.”

“You mean axe body spray?” You added, his lips escaping a laugh. “Not to much on me birdie.” His eyes followed yours as you got up from your spot on the couch to be in his embrace, a smile peering through his lips as he sweetly pecked you.

“Mmm..” you hummed in satisfaction. “How was work sweet boy?”

“The same as always.” He replied, holding you in his arms tiredly. You noticed how he tried to hold himself up. You knew how exhausted he was from working so often, and how bad he wanted to collapse into your arms. Still, he always kept that last bit of energy for you. It didn’t matter how much of it he had left, he’d always be strong for you.

“You need to get sleep baby.” You said, pushing the hair out of his face, “nah im fine, I wanna spend some time with you.”

“You can do that in the bedroom.” You added as a smirk grew on his face.

“Not in that way weirdo!” You gently punch his arm making him laugh. “Oh but I was hoping~”

“and I hope you go to bed, finally~” you cut him off.

He looked into your eyes for a moment before saying “your right love, guess I should start listening to you from now on.”

“Took you how long to realize that?” He hummed as he gently placed his head down to rest on you. “Not that long~”

You sighed out a slight smile, your hand playing with his hair.

“Hey.” You said, making him slightly come up. “Yeah?”

“I love you, hawks.”

His head popped up, a look of disgust on his face.

"Excuse me??" He said, pouting.

You can’t help but start laughing at him. He looks like you just insulted endeavor to his face.

“UHM who is this other man in your life??!!” He says dramatically.

“Ughh, I love you Keigo~”

“Mm..” he settles back down into your comfort, “much better.”

Regarding accidental polyamory, still in the early months of dating dazai and he has to go on a work trip (high security prison, not that he tells you that) so chuuya takes care of you while hes gone. Initially you think this just means chuuya will help in emergencies, but he goes into full "cooking dinner, helping with home renovations, massaging your shoulders" bf mode. It only takes a few days before he is pulling you into his lap to grind on his hard-on while complaining that dazai is worthless and inconsiderate for leaving you like this. No amount of "i am normal about dating and understand that my partner has a life outside of me" will convince chuuya. Obviously you are stressed and need relief from working all day. His projection game is insane. Keeps saying stuff like "break up with that loser and date me instead" but then will talk about all the kinky shit the three of you will do together when dazai is back

Dazai annoys his russian cell-qneighbor with how excited he is to get back home (and tie the both of you up)

Oh my god you're so right and that is so hot too adjsckze

You think he's just going to take care of you, keep an eye on you since Dazai is sometimes a little paranoid and likes to know you're safe, that kind of thing. But it's only days before Chuuya is shifting all the groceries into one hand so he can hold yours, giving your hip a squeeze when he drops by after work, then one hand curling around the back of your head to kiss you properly (for "good luck").

Chuuya pulling you in for grinding/dry humping has me 🥴🥴🥴 god Please Chuuya one chance

I know maximum security prison probably doesn't have the one phone call thing but imagine it did omg. It's been a few days/a week since Dazai "left for work" and Chuuya has moved fast, going from hanging around always to kisses to full on groping, spooning you at night "so you won't be lonely" and not-so-subtly grinding against you, pressing his bulge against your ass. Whispering in your ear that he could treat you so much better, he could spoil you, leaving wet kisses all over your shoulders and neck. But he also talks about sharing? One minute he's promising to fuck you so good you'll never be able to look at Dazai again and the next he's purring in your ear about how he wishes you were sandwiched between them.

Ahem I got sidetracked anyway that one phonecall. Dazai calls you, of course, and immediately hears hiccupy apologies and stuttered cries of his name, your voice wavering. He can hear low grunts and the slap of skin on skin in the background and grins, already knowing what's happening. Chuuya bending over your shoulder, draping himself over you so he can taunt Dazai, describe how wet you are and how well he's treating you while he's away, fucking into you with a brutal pace to make you cry into the receiver and give Dazai a show. Both of them speaking to you at once, one in each ear, cooing at you and praising you or not, until you're trembling like a leaf and milking Chuuya's cock while he growls, laughing at Dazai because he can't get to you.

ino is hopeless.

nanami knows it. anyone with half a brain could see it—except for ino himself, apparently.

it starts subtly. little things that nanami catches because he’s perceptive, because it’s in his nature to notice details others overlook. at first, it’s harmless: ino’s eyes lingering on you for a beat too long when you speak, the way he straightens up whenever you enter a room, how he suddenly remembers the most trivial of errands whenever you’re around—just so he has an excuse to stay a little longer.

nanami finds it mildly amusing. he’s well aware of how attractive you are, how effortlessly charming, even without trying. it’s only natural that someone like ino, young and overeager, would fall for you.

but then, it escalates.

one evening, you drop by jujutsu high, bringing nanami a homemade meal because you know he’s been too busy to eat properly. you show up in casual clothes—just a simple, fitted sweater and jeans—but the way ino reacts, you’d think you walked in wearing a red carpet gown.

he visibly stiffens when you greet him, gives you a stammered “hey” that’s painfully awkward. nanami, who’s been flipping through reports at his desk, glances up just in time to see the way ino’s gaze flickers down your body before he forces himself to look away.

ah. so that’s where this is going.

ino is crushing, sure, but there’s something else now—something more desperate, more embarrassing. nanami recognizes it instantly, and this time, he does smirk. just a little.

ino, poor fool that he is, doesn’t realize nanami has noticed.

“kento,” you sigh, walking past ino like he isn’t even there. you set the bento box on nanami’s desk, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his temple. “you really need to stop skipping meals.”

nanami catches the way ino’s mouth parts slightly, like the air’s been knocked out of him.

“thank you,” nanami says, calmly, like he hasn’t just witnessed his protégé mentally combust.

“it’s nothing,” you hum, straightening up. “besides, if you keep working late, i’ll just have to start showing up every night.”

ino makes a strangled noise. nanami takes a sip of his coffee, unbothered.

—

later, nanami watches as ino struggles to focus during a sparring session.

it’s bad. the kid’s already a mess under normal circumstances, but today, he’s downright sloppy. his stance is off, his movements sluggish, his strikes lacking any real force. nanami doesn’t have to guess why.

he sees it in the way ino flinches when you walk past the training hall, his shoulders tensing like he’s physically holding himself back from looking. but his restraint only lasts a second—his gaze flickers toward you anyway, like a moth drawn to a flame.

it’s pathetic.

nanami doesn’t even need to move much to dodge the sloppy punch ino throws next, sidestepping effortlessly. ino tries to recover, shifting his weight, but nanami can already tell he’s not putting his full strength into it. he’s distracted, his mind clearly elsewhere.

“you’re unfocused,” nanami states plainly, effortlessly blocking another weak attempt at a strike.

ino exhales sharply, shaking out his arms like that’ll somehow fix his obvious lack of composure. “just—just tired, that’s all,” he says, forcing a weak chuckle.

nanami stares at him, unimpressed.

“tired,” he repeats, tone dry.

ino nods, a little too eagerly. “yeah. long night.”

nanami doesn’t comment. he doesn’t need to. he’s known ino long enough to recognize his poor attempts at deflection. besides, nanami doesn’t have to say anything—not when ino completely exposes himself a second later.

because just as nanami steps forward to counter, you laugh at something in the hallway.

it’s not even loud. just a soft, amused sound, barely audible over the rhythmic thuds of sparring in the dojo. but ino hears it. worse, he reacts to it.

his body goes stiff, his focus snapping completely. nanami sees the exact moment his mind short-circuits—his fists unclenching, his stance faltering, his attention slipping from the fight entirely.

and so, nanami does what any good mentor would do.

he knocks ino flat on his ass.

“fuck,” ino groans, wheezing as he stares up at the ceiling.

nanami looms over him, arms crossed.

“if a simple distraction is enough to take you down, you won’t last long in the field,” nanami remarks coolly.

ino groans again, rubbing his face. “that wasn’t—i didn’t—”

nanami tilts his head. “if you’re tired, you should be able to focus through it,” he continues, watching as ino freezes. “unless, of course, something else is affecting your concentration.”

there it is. the telltale flicker of panic in ino’s eyes.

instead of pressing the issue further, he simply offers a hand. ino stares at it like he expects a follow-up attack, before reluctantly grasping it and letting nanami pull him to his feet.

“let’s go again.” nanami says, adjusting his sleeves.

ino exhales heavily. he nods, but nanami doesn’t miss the way his eyes flicker toward the door one last time.

instead of stopping him, nanami lets him suffer through his own turmoil.

—

by the time ino realizes he never had a chance, it’s almost pathetic.

you show up one evening, like always, but this time, you don’t just drape yourself over nanami’s shoulders—you practically melt into him, sighing contentedly as he rests a hand on your hip.

ino looks like he’s about five seconds away from passing out.

it’s honestly impressive—nanami has seen the kid go up against curses twice his level, take hits that should’ve knocked him out cold, but nothing has shaken him quite like this.

the moment you walk in, all warmth and ease as you slide into nanami’s space, ino tenses. nanami doesn’t miss the way his gaze flickers to where your hand rests on his shoulder, fingers curling against the fabric of his suit.

“kento,” you murmur, leaning down just enough that your breath brushes against his ear. “let’s go home.”

nanami hums, his grip on your waist firm as he turns his head slightly, his nose grazing yours before he kisses you—slow and deliberate.

you sigh into it, and nanami uses the moment to deepen the kiss, letting his hand drift lower, just enough to make a point.

when he finally pulls away, he opens his eyes and—ah, there it is.

ino looks wrecked. eyes wide, mouth slightly open, standing there like a man who’s just watched his last shred of hope crumble to dust.

nanami meets his gaze, calm as ever, but there’s something sharp in his expression—something that makes ino straighten up like a scolded dog.

it’s not a threat. not really. nanami doesn’t need to threaten him.

it’s just a simple fact.

you’re his.

and ino? well, ino never had a chance.

—> part two(nsfw).

Hi, I saw you're doing oneshots. Can I request stalker!megumi just being a depraved pervert? Ty! 💋

OBSESSION, megumi fushiguro cw — dark content, jealousy, pervert!megumi (obv), stalker!megumi (obv x2), panty stealing, masturbation, obsessive tendencies, he takes pics of u, he's a lil mean, dub-con(?), somnophilia, groping, hints of a breeding kink, he's just all around insane AND delusional, he's very pathetic, slight ooc (?)

( EROS WRITES — OMG literally jumped when i saw this, sweet anon. i lowk love dark content?? ik this took a few days so plzplz forgive but i hope u enjoy megumi being an insane little freak!!!! i did hcs bc i wasn't rlly sure how to write a full on shot for this but i hope u like it )

stalker!megumi who first sees you outside of the library, wearing an almost too small baby tee and an almost too short skirt in the middle of winter. he doesn't realize how much he relishes in the way you smile naively at him as he offers you his coat. you exchange numbers and he tells you to keep the coat, offering to meet up later sometime for some coffee, where you can give the coat back. he watches as you innocently skip away from him, no knowledge of the way his heart pounds in his chest.

stalker!megumi who begins following you home from the library each day, watching as you wear his coat. he memorizes your routine, the shine of your plump lips as you sip your coffee, the charming smile you offer the barista at your local cafe, the way you like to do your laundry as he watches from the window outside your laundry room. you've yet to meet up with him to return his belonging, but he doesn't mind it. he watches as you strut around your house in nothing but a skimpy nightgown, bra-less. he wonders if you're wearing any panties beneath, and whilst a part of him hopes you aren't, his heart beats loudly in his chest when he sees the white lace hugging the curve of your ass when you bring your legs up onto the couch.

stalker!megumi who gets braver when he realizes you don't have a clue that he's been watching you. deluded, he starts to think you want him around when he finds the spare key you keep hidden in a plant pot in your windowsill. he waits until you leave the house, presumably going to the library, before pushing open the door and stepping inside. megumi can barely contain the breath he releases as he finally stands inside your room, staring at it from the inside and not the outside. he can hardly stop himself from opening your drawers and going through them. it's not the first time he's stolen your panties and it certainly won't be the last.

stalker!megumi who lets out a shaky breath as he pumps his cock, your lacey victoria's secret panties wrapped tightly around his shaft. his tip is a furious red, precum already leaking from it. a low groan leaves his lips, shoulders tense. he fucks up into his fist even rougher when he hears your keys clanging as you open your front door, hips bucking. he can hear your footsteps and nearly trips over his own feet as he hastily hides inside your closet, your panties carelessly discarded to the floor.

stalker!megumi who watches carefully from the cracks behind your closet door as you slide his coat off and kneel towards the floor, picking up your stained panties and gazing curiously at them in confusion. he watches as you dumbly, naively, toss them into the laundry bin uncaringly and slide off your skirt, unaware of the way megumi's breath catches in his throat. he watches you as you slide on a loose pair of the tiniest shorts he's ever seen, along with a tank top, once again not wearing your bra.

stalker!megumi who waits until you're asleep in your bed with the lights off before pushing open the door to your closet, breaths stuttering as he stands above you. he swallows thickly. he knows this is wrong. it's all so terribly, horribly wrong. he's already gone. he knows he went off the deep end the second he offered you his coat, but he knows that if he does this, he'd truly be going to hell.

stalker!megumi who finally pulls the blanket off of you, mouth running dry as your long legs spread, as if inviting him. he can hardly contain himself as he runs his hands up your thighs, thumb drifting over your clothed core.

stalker!megumi who tugs your shorts down and tosses them aside. he's impatient and if this were any other time, he would take it slow, make sure to enjoy it. but he's waited too long for you. he pushes your panties to the side, relishing in the sight. he thumbs your clit, movements stilling momentarily when he hears the quiet moan that leaves your lips. he pushes up your tank top, nearly drooling at the sight of your perky breasts. he inhales and uses his other hand to fish his phone out of his pocket, carelessly snapping pictures of you like this; asleep and nearly naked.

stalker!megumi who can hardly contain himself as he wraps your legs around his waist, both of you now fully naked. he can't contain the whimper that leaves him as his cock finally sinks into you, hands digging into your hips. he tries his best to be quiet but he can't, not when your cunt squeezes around his length and seemingly sucks him in.

stalker!megumi who latches onto one of your breasts, tongue swirling around the nipple as you whimper softly beneath him. his hand gropes the other, and it's like all of his fantasies come true.

stalker!megumi who is more than a little shocked when you moan his name, hands reaching up to caress the skin of his torso, sweat forming on the both of you.

"megumi," the sleepy mutter of his name almost makes him pause, his thrusts slowing as your hands creep up to his muscles. his mouth runs dry. "more, please. faster. wan' more, please, please, please."

stalker!megumi who finishes inside as he realizes you want him.

stalker!megumi who later learns that you're equally as obsessed with him as he is you, that you've been watching him too, and that you know all about his filthy tendencies.

erosuya.

will it be ok if i request wrong number w touya… insert rachel berry pleek gif

.ᐟ sent & received

t.todoroki smau

a/n: this is so heavily inspired by my moots waowwww (haiiii satty baby ilyyyyy can you tell this is based on you <33)

m.list

boy best friend ft.sunarintaro

content warning: 16+ only. may contain acts of obsession and dark secrecy. not proofread. separate fiction from reality. ⤿ you have been warned. read at your own risk!

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a boyfriend.

you've been wanting to have one for the longest time already. but that word seem to be avoiding you like a plague. you only ever had one ex-boyfriend in high school, and that guy's married now. he treated you really well, but you two broke up after he opened up to you about having feelings for someone else. and that someone is his wife now.

pretty cute. but shitty for you.

it's a good thing that you have your boy best friend, suna rintaro, to keep you company at all times. you cried to him that day and he told you that you didn't need boys and that you should just focus on yourself. so you did. but you still wanted a boyfriend. college passed like a blurring memory. nothing interesting going on, really. except for the questions from your blockmates asking why you still don't have a boyfriend at your age and your looks. you just shrugged and said that maybe nobody really liked you.

and most of the time, girls from different blocks and departments would be coming up to you and asking for rintaro's number. you always did give his number to those girls so he had to change his phone because of how much texts that he receive everyday. he even scolded you for it and told you not to give his personal information to just anyone.

you and rintaro have been friends since middle school. attended the same high school and college. now, he works as a civil engineer and you've also pursued your dream job. you're still close. like peas in a pod. but because of this, so many people have asked if you gurs are dating and you always dismiss their questions and say that you're just friends. which is true. well, for you, that is.

you've been wondering why you still haven't gotten a boyfriend yet. you're pretty and kind. people would have flocked to you by now just like the other girls like you. so why don't you have the same effect on them?

one reason: rintaro.

every time that someone attempts to make a move on you, he'd be there to say that you're off limits and that you're already taken. he's been doing this ever since your first and last boyfriend. and he's still doing it for you.

rintaro have always liked you. he had feelings for you way before you had your first boyfriend. he was just too afraid to confess his feelings to you because he didn't want to get rejected. so now, he's doing you and himself a favor by blocking off anyone who tries to even utter a single word of confession to you.

now that you're both nearing the age of thirty, you decided to just fuck it all and offered him a deal.

once the two of you reached the age of thirty and still doesn't have a girlfriend or boyfriend, you'll marry each other. just like those cliché shit that you usually see on novels and books. rintaro agreed with his usual calmness, of course. but you didn't know that he was absolutely ecstatic about it.

one year have passed, two years. and then, your birthday came.

"happy thirtieth birthday, pretty." he greeted while holding a round red velvet cake in his hands with two number candles on it. 30. you smiled and thanked him before blowing on the candles and made a silent wish for the success and happiness of your life and rintaro's. he leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead before taking your hand in his and brushed his lips against your knuckles, your ring finger in particular. "can you guess what my gift for you is?" he asked in which you shook your head and curiously looked at him.

he only smiled and intertwined your fingers as he pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a silver ring with a shining diamond embedded into it. "i hope that you haven't forgotten our deal yet." he chuckled and watched as you looked at him in surprise then slowly grinned.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek then watched as he slowly slid the ring onto your ring finger. he raised your hand and brought it to his lips without breaking eye contact with you. "you're mine now. my beautiful wife." he whispered softly.

before, you always wanted a boyfriend. but you never got one. and now that rintaro's here, you won't be asking for anything else. because you're his now, and he's yours.

your husband.

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a/n: find yourself a man who's obsessed with u /j

The Honda Odyssey

Logan Howlett x Reader | smut | 6k words Summary: The car fight reimagined and it only needed to be like 10% more erotic than the original.

I got carried away. I just love Wolvie so much. I'm so happy Logan is getting the adoration he deserves. Long live the Wolverine renaissance.

Warning: smut, p in v, ass play, foul language.

If you had to pinpoint a moment when your life became the shit show it had steadily developed into, you’d say it was the moment you auditioned for X-Force.

In your tenure as besties with Wade Wilson, it's fair to say things hadn’t gone smoothly. The man was a conduit to all things fucked up, but you adored his loose morals and quick mouth. The idiot in red had weaselled his way into your heart and became something of a brother to you and more recently a roommate.

Now, if you’d have told your younger self you’d be in your late twenty’s sharing an apartment with a burn victim who regularly staples a toupee to his fucking head and a coke-head, blind, old African American woman, you’d have laughed in their fucking face.

So, you’d like to think that as these things go you are pretty damn well adjusted but traversing the multiverse was a bit of a stretch, even for you.

One moment you’re at Wade’s surprise party, the next your ass has been zapped to the TVA and you’ve been given a sacred mission; to accompany Marvel Jesus (Wade) and protect the sacred timeline.

Naturally you’re fucking mind blown, you’re a low-level mutant, fuck, you couldn’t even join the X-Men.  Your particular set of skills were a dime a dozen and your flagrant disregard of rules had made you a ‘poor candidate’.

No, the mutant powers you had been graced with weren’t extraordinary by any means. You were basically an off-brand Captain America, just without the gorgeous cheekbones, patriotism and righteous need to do good.

In layman terms, you are strong as shit and have an accelerated healing factor. Not quite the same level as Wade’s mind you. You have, give or take, an inconvenient five-minute turnaround on the more fatally debilitating wounds.

To say you were unqualified was an understatement and to say you were reluctant was a simple fact. A fact you repeated, loudly to anyone that would listen as you were bathed in rich black leather.

“I think maybe you meant to grab negasonic teenage whatchacallit… she’s great, super powerful!” You continue. “Did you mean to get Domino or Colossus or maybe one of the X-Men? “

“No Miss Y/L/N. We have not got the wrong person for the job.” The man you later find out is called Paradox, calls out as you re-enter the operation headquarters. “Mr Wilson requested your presence; he wanted your assistance on his mission.”

“Y/N/N… ten out of ten, baby girl, I one hundred percent would bang. I’m talking raw dog, Barry White on a rug, let’s go all fuckin’ night.”  Wade hollers in his own brand-new suit and even you must admit, you look fucking amazing. “Sweet angel, we’ve just gotta’ come up with a superhero name for you!”

You are enrobed in rich thick black and teal leather, your first ever hero suit and it’s a fucking good one. It doesn’t cling, but instead pulls you in securing your flesh and extenuating curves, ones you hadn’t entirely realised you had. The bottom half your face is concealed with a mask, carefully crafted to follow the contours of your nose and cheekbones.

You’d barely recognised the mysterious figure in the mirror.

“Right?! Tailor was pretty handsy though!”

“Oh yeah, ha! - that man is indeed a predator.” Wade says with a chuckle and a fond sigh.

It shames to you to say but that’s when you stopped fighting this whole thing. You looked the part of a hero; you thought that maybe the TVA knew what they were doing. That they had seen something in you and knew that you had a good heart under all the darkness that lingered on the surface.

Wrong.

You were just a demand Wade had made. He wanted his number one disciple at his side whilst he carried out his sacred mission. You were part of an attempt at appeasing him whilst they destroyed your timeline.

Little more than a pawn to be used whilst they manipulated him into a false sense of security.

Thus, you were thrown into a series of events far beyond your control when Wade being Wade decided you were hunting down a Wolverine to stabilise the timeline, only to be once again fucking zapped into some place they called the void by that little English shitbird named Paradox. It’s entirely accurate to say that you were a little less sturdy than your compadres.

Unfortunately for you, the fall from such a height into the void was fatal. When you finally awake in the desolate wasteland to the sounds of blades clashing it is disorientating to say the least.

Forcing yourself to your feet you lower your mask and gasp in the sweet strangely stale oxygen as you stretch out your newly healed spine with a groan. It was impossible to tell how long you were out as you take in the scene before you; Wade and the Wolverine are engaged in a heated battle. From the looks of it, Logan is winning this fight despite being the human equivalent of a knife block with Wade’s katanas protruding from his chest.

For a moment you pause, perhaps its head trauma that hasn’t healed (He’s fucking Deadpool, he can look after himself for two minutes) and appreciate his form, the Wolverine the two of you had kidnapped was gorgeous. Tch, as if there was any other kind.

Sure, you were biased you’d always been somewhat of a fangirl, but the Wolverine was objectively breath-taking.

You’d indulged in comics whilst growing up but when you found out he was real and looked the way he did, hell, Wolverine was your sexual awakening. He was the first man to make you feel that tingle in your lower stomach. Yes, you may have been thirteen years old, a ball of puppy fat and social anxiety but you’d been waiting for him ever since. 

You’re snapped out of your reverie when Wade loses baby knife in Logan’s shoulder blade, finally you spring into action. In good time as well as you’re not sure if even Deadpool can survive decapitation.

In the singularly most stupid act of your life you throw yourself in front of your friend’s body. “Wait, Wait! Please!”  

Wade has paused behind you, you can feel him weighing up the situation, pausing for a moment to see what you’re going to pull out of the bag.

“The TVA they can fix it, whatever you did, whatever made you the worst Logan, they can fix it! – They have the power to end universes, but they also have the power to fix yours! Help us get back there and we can fix both of our worlds! I promise, they can fix it.” You plead, it’s not quite a lie exactly, more of an Educated Wish than anything.

Okay it is a lie, but you’re sure that the TVA can most likely, probably, maybe fix his world.

Logan’s eyes lock with yours in that moment you can see that he wants to kill you both and be done with it, but that hope won’t let him. You feel a smidgen of guilt for the deceit, but frankly you’ve done worse for less. Your world was on the line it wasn’t the time to pull your punches.

Fast forward four exhausting hours, two periods of unconsciousness and one flaying to find yourself sat opposite Wade gagging down cold spoonful’s of Spam in some dusty ass diner.

You were no better than a man as you watched the Wolverine.

Those arms, those thighs, the way he had beheaded Sabretooth without even breaking a fucking sweat. You wanted him to wrap those instruments of death he called hands around your throat and fuck you dirty until the sun came up.

It had been a long exhausting day and you had been soaking wet for most of it.

Shit, could he smell that? Does that count as sexual harassment? You’d have to ask Wade.

Logan, however, was utterly dismissive of your advances in the face of what was undoubtedly utterly horrific past trauma. Something you were trying to be understanding about, but self-pity in a man, it just turned you on. I said you had some surface layers of darkness.

Unable to help yourself you gaze at him as he opens a bottle of rubbing alcohol. You are utterly entranced, watching the thick chords in his throat bob as he takes a swig.

That tanned skin where his jaw ends and neck begins, slick with sweat and dirt. You’d love to sink your canines into the strip below his ear. He must feel your stare on him as he looks up and catches your eyes dark with lust already surveying his person.

It should embarrass you, that every time he peers your way, he catches you gaping at him like a lovesick puppy, but there’s something about Logan you can’t quite put your finger on. The man heats your blood like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, maybe it’s that torch you’ve carried for him since girlhood, maybe it’s the thick thighs you’d kill to ride – who can say for sure?

In what you assume is against his better judgement, he comes to perch on the booth beside you. His broad shoulders cast an imposing figure as he gets close enough that if you were to move your hand a couple of inches to the right, you’d finally be able to touch that yellow fabric that plagued your tween dreams.

You’re burning up at the thought of him, unable to stop yourself you part your legs slightly to ease some of the pressure. Logans nose twitches, his head swivels your way and his eyes catch your own.  

Welp - at least you have your answer about him smelling your arousal.

Deciding that you were most likely verging on sexual harassment charges you decided to focus back in on the task at hand, gagging once again at another spoonful of spam.

“Be a good girl and swallow, Y/N/N, you know the rules!” Wade jokes, your chortle was your only response. What could you say? He always hit your funny bone despite the ocean that was raging in your panties.

Logan stares at Wade for a long moment before turning to your way and addressing you for maybe only the fourth time today?

“What are you doing with this fucking clown? You his sidekick? Following him round to laugh at his stupid fucking jokes whilst he gets kids killed?”

“Why I have never.” Wade is faux outraged at his words, clutching his imaginary pearls as the Wolverine throws around accusations that aren’t entirely untrue.

The Wolverine’s expression remains stern as his eyes track your face. They seem to be evaluating your character and from the flare in his nose and crease in his brow you can guess he finds you lacking. You’re embarrassed to admit how much that deflates you, so you do what you do best; you deflect.

 “I could follow you around and laugh at your jokes instead, if you like?” When you speak your voice has a sultry edge to it and there’s no mistaking your intentions.

Logan seems to think on your proposition for a second or two, before he huffs grabs his rubbing alcohol and unopened can of Spam and heads over to sit at the bar.

“Holy hot ham and cheese on rye, Y/N, you fucking slut.” Wade berates you though his voice is as light as it’s always been as he boots your shin under the table. “Trying to your holes filled by Wolvie during a world saving mission, Marvel H Christ, stay on fucking task!”

You swear you hear Logan mutter a Jesus Christ from the bar.

Though as Wade continues irritating the hero hunched against bar, you can’t help the realisation that he didn’t say no.

“You’re uh… well regarded in our world.” Wade complements, being real doesn’t come easy to him. You appreciate the effort.

“Well, I’m not shit in mine.”

“I tried to join the X-Men because of you.” You speak up finally joining their conversation. Wolverine’s back goes rigid, but he doesn’t respond. You’re not sure if he’s waiting for you to continue or hoping you’ll stop. “You made a difference to this world, made me think I could do the same. I just never quite make the cut.”

Logan doesn’t seem to have a response.

It seems your words have an effect as you catch him watching you more often. When Wade makes his jokes, he looks to you for validation of his withering looks.

You’re probably more distracted by this revelation than you should be when the three of you come across a real nasty variant of Colossus seeking out Wade for… you want to say… revenge?

The not-so-gentle-anymore-giant flips the Honda and tosses both Wade and Logan through the treeline as they advance on him as if they were little more than toys his mother had asked him to pick up.

One by one your bullets ricochet from his metal skin as he comes towards you. You aren’t built for this fight; you are completely and utterly outmatched.

All you’re doing at this point is buying yourself some time for your backup to pull themselves from the rubble, however during a particularly spirited cartwheel the metal oaf finally gets his hands on you. Colossus’ metal palm is cold on your throat, and you could swear you hear your neck snapping before you feel it.  

With a gasp you return to life to find a slightly dishevelled Logan standing above you. By the grace of god, his sleeves have been worn away in the fight, his arms, oh sweet lord, his arms are on full display.

“Thought you were a goner.” He offers you a hand when you simply stare mutely his way. Locking your fingers around his wrist he pulls you to your feet. You don’t release your hold on him and neither does he.

“Don’t throw the party just yet, eh?” You joke weakly, for a second you could swear there’s a slight raise of the corner of his mouth, imperceptible, if you didn’t know what you were looking for. In the past few hours you had become an expert on Wolverine’s face.  

Your mouth is dry as you take in his thick sweat laden biceps.

“Where’s Wade?” You query whilst rolling your aching neck as you haven’t heard his voice in a record thirty seconds, Logan suddenly remembers himself and drops your hand.

“’fraid Metal man took your clown, was pissed with him and can’t say I blame the guy.”

“Shit.” You sigh rubbing your temples as you kneel to pick up the dismembered arm of your best friend. “Well – fuck. That’ll take him a few hours at least to grow back – He’ll be so sad about his suit.”

You peel the fabric from the limb and tuck it under the breast plate of your own suit. Wade will want his glove back when it grows back.

“He say where he was taking him?”

“Oh yeah, that along with his plan for world domination...” Logan huffs as if your mere presence annoys him.

“Thought you didn’t like sarcasm.”

“I like sarcasm just fine, Bub. It’s you I don’t like.” You can’t help but smile his way at the comment made at your expense, his brows crease. “You’re a strange one.”

“Can you do your sniffy thing?”  Its impressive, you thought he’d reached the limit with his scathing looks towards Wade, yet he somehow manages to pull a deeper frown out the vault especially for you.

“Sniffy thing?” His words are spoken with such derision, it turns you on a little. You realise that perhaps you are in fact a deeply troubled individual.

“Oh, sorry.” You pretend to clear a frog in your throat. “Please, oh, please, beautiful, handsome Wolverine, please can you locate my bestest pal with your heightened sense of smell?” His face doesn’t break despite your hands clasped in front of your chin.

“You’re just as fucking annoying as that moron.” He huffs “Get in the fucking car, we’ll follow his trail.”

“You can smell him from the car?”

“The blood, Jesus Fucking Christ, there’s a trail of blood.”

“Ah.” Is all you reply as you find your seat in the passenger side and start your own one on one team up with Wolverine. Its not exactly the way you imagined it, but beggars certainly can’t be choosers.

After a few moments of sullen silence, you decide that there’s no time like the present to form a long-lasting bond.

“What’s your world like?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“Okay... What’s the first thing you’re gonna’ do if they can save your world? I bet its something boring as fuck, like team-“

“What did you just say?”

“I bet you’re gonna do something boring like-“

“No before that.”

“What’s the first thing you’re gonna’ do if they save your world?” You question, his sudden interest in your words takes you by surprise as he has been vacant from your conversation.

The breaks suddenly shriek as the car comes to a stop.

“What do you mean if?”

“I…”

“You said they could fix my world. Undo it all, is what you fucking said.”

“I mean I think they can!”

“You fucking liar.” The edge to The Wolverine’s voice is terrifying. The realisation trickles down your spine, Logan has been nice to you all this time, you’re finally meeting The Wolverine.

“I didn’t lie!” For some reason you’re ashamed of your deceit, you’ve murdered countless people and still, you’ve felt less remorse. Logan’s eyes pin you in your seat as disgust clouds his face. It hurts more than you can fathom. “Not exactly, I think they can fix your world! – I needed your help and if you killed Wade there was no hope for my universe!”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about your universe!” He spits your way; his hands are gripping the wheel in what seems like an effort to keep his cool.

“I know, but I do!” You cry back at him. “You know how to save the world, you’re the fucking Wolverine! I know how to kill people, but this hero shit, this isn’t me!”

“Ha! No shit.” There is pure hate in the man’s eyes as he stares back at you.

“Please, you’re Logan. Whether you’re the worst one or not - You’re still better than me.”

“Get out of the fucking car.” The words come from between clenched teeth and are filled with warning.

“No – fuck you.”  Your rage breaks the banks to meet Logan’s. Perhaps it’s the guilt, maybe it’s the fear for Wade but something within you snaps at his constant bad temper. “It was an educated guess and a fucking reasonable one at that, get the fuck over yourself you big bird wannabe geriatric fucker! “

He slams his palms on the steering wheel, his nose flares and his teeth clamp together.  “Fuck me? Fuck you – you sad pathetic excuse for a side-kick. No wonder the X-Men wouldn’t take you, and they’ll take fuckin’ anyone. You are a ridiculous, immature, moron who spends her days following around a fucking clown to avoid facing the reality that you are no one. I have never met a sadder, more attention starved asshole in my entire life. You were right about one thing, you’re no fucking hero.”

Its shameful the way your stomach drops, and your eyes involuntarily begin to tear. To hear your hero say the words you’ve thought about yourself whilst laying awake at night. It’s a knife to the gut.

“Nothing to fucking say, huh, Angel?” The use of Wade’s nickname for you is like sandpaper on your skin, it rubs you the wrong fucking way.

“I am going to hurt you now.” Your voice is barely a broken whisper.

“You’re going to hurt – “His faux chortle is cut short by a swift punch to his face. You’re worried you may have been overzealous with your swing when his nose begins bleeding. The Wolverine is stunned for only a moment before he grabs the back of your neck and proceeds with smashing your face into the dashboard and those concerns are quickly put to bed.

The old fucker is strong, but you don’t think he’ll kill you, yet another educated wish.

“Not so tough now…” He shouts as the radio channels change with your skull. Pulling a knife from your leg strap you embed it in his thigh and pull the lever to recline your seat whilst he’s distracted, luckily, you’re not there when he swings for retribution.

Though one of his fucking steak knives catches your upper arm slicing through the leather. Warm blood trickles down your arm, staining the beige interior of the poor Honda. 

Your legs are your strongest asset, so when he attempts to restrain you with the seatbelt, you are presented with your window of opportunity. You wrap them around his neck as you pivot your hips slamming the Wolverine headfirst into the metal of the door. Once, twice, three times - on the fourth he lands a fist to your gut, luckily, he has retracted his claws.

If he was willing to kill you, you wouldn’t stand a chance.

You’re winded struggling to catch your breath from the gut punch, but you manage pull the knife from his thigh that is nestled between your legs and thrust it into his neck, you aim for the spot you’d fantasied about kissing before he’d torn your character apart piece by piece, now you just want to bathe in his fucking blood.

It was the pain that instantaneously made his claws extend. He’s quick to move them, though he slices through the sides of your suit as he buries them in the chair behind you. Your ribs are a bloodied mess though you don’t care, in a few hours they’ll be good as new.

Logan has seized the opportunity and has your arms pinned to your sides, his blood has cooled a little more than yours, he doesn’t seem to want to murder you over an argument.

Perhaps he’s more well-adjusted than yourself, that thought alone should concern you, except it just enrages you further.

“You stupid fuckin-“The Wolverine starts admonishing you, before you swing your head forward and headbutt him.

Yes.

You really do that.

You headbutt the man with the adamantium fucking skeleton– at full strength. Its sheer dumb luck you don’t crack your own skull in the process– maybe Logan was right, you are fucking dumb.

“Fucking fuck!” You cry grabbing your forehead and writhing. Noone wins with a headbutt, except Logan apparently.

“Fucking stop that.” Your writhing has pushed your core against his crotch, and he is already packing quite the heat at what feels like half-mast. He grabs your hips to stop your movement, but it only seems to push you closer. “Stop fucking moving.”

The constant arousal you’ve felt since meeting him returns in double time, Logan’s nostrils flare and his eyes darken. It’s debased and you’re ashamed that you want him, you haven’t stopped wanting him, despite the awful fucking words that left his mouth minutes ago.

“Like … a little pain Wolvie?”

Its relief you feel, you think, when instead of answering or punching you in the face, he closes the gap.

The Wolverine’s claws retract, and he grabs at your chin. Logan’s mouth utterly devours your own, your front tooth clashes with his own as you push yourself upwards, you pull your knife out of his neck, catching his grunt of pain on your tongue as you begin licking your way down his thick throat.

The vein you’d spotted hours ago is throbbing freshly healed, you sink your canines into the flesh and its as good as you’d fucking imagine. His groan is utterly beast-like as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

The Wolverine’s throat tastes like salt and iron. Thick, tangy and warm on your tongue as you soothe the bite. It drives Logan wild, thrusting his hardened member against your warmth. One of his gloved hands rises to lock on the back of your neck to pull you into yet another earth-shattering kiss.  His sharp hot tongue slides against your own, exploring the expanses of your mouth like its his to claim.

You bite at him again then, your teeth catching his bottom lip sharply.  Logan groans into your mouth before you use every ounce of your enhanced strength to throw him backwards against the dashboard.

He is taken utterly by surprise as his head slams into the windscreen cracking the glass with a grunt. When he looks your way Logan’s eyes are blackened with desire, he is utterly wild.

Slowly as if afraid to make any sudden moves, you unzip your combat boots, your eyes never leaving his. One boot and then the next.

You thank the TVA’s tailor for making your suit a two piece as you shuffle backwards into the backseat, pushing the thick leather down your legs all whilst maintaining eye contact with the beast leaning against the dashboard.

“You sure you want this Darlin’?”

“Darlin’?” You question mockingly, your voice lowering to imitate his own, as you wantonly spread your legs, your bare leg resting next to the headrest. Only a pair of black cotton panties separate him from your most intimate parts and his eyes are locked on your clothed core. “a second ago it was ‘Pathetic Moron’ to you.”

Your head tilts in question as his eyes lock back on your own, you think perhaps for a moment something akin to regret passes over his face, but you’ve never been entirely comfortable with feelings, so you drop your hand into the waistband of your panties, you’ve barely circled your opening with your pointer finger before he’s on you.

“That’s my job, you fucking Moron.” He plunges two bare thick fingers into your heat. Gasping you throw your head back against the headrest, it’s a tight fit and its been a while but the slight burn eases some of the aching in your core.  “You’re fuckin’ soaking wet, you like it huh, bub? Making me bleed?”

Your grab his jaw, your nails digging into his flesh. “I’d like to bathe in-” He scissors his fingers finding that spot inside you and you let out an embarrassing noise, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. “-Your fucking blood… you mean motherfucker.”

You’re an absolute goner when he starts rubbing your clit, after a day of foreplay your body seizes, and you grab at the nape of his neck trying to find something to anchor you down. But as fast as the build was you come tumbling down just as quickly, when he cruelly withdraws his hands.

“No! - Wha- what the fuck?!” You’re almost crying as your torn from the precipice.

Logan flips you over onto your stomach before you can complain any further, your face down on the filthy upholstery as he pulls your panties from your hips. You can’t see him from this angle, though you can feel his warm hands tracing the globes of your ass.

You force your knees further apart, pushing your bare soaking pussy against the tight bulge of his yellow suit. If you had enough of your facilities about you, you’d be embarrassed that you’re currently rubbing your cunt against The Wolverine like a bitch in heat after he’d chewed you out only minutes ago.

Logan’s hand dip between your thighs, his fingers swirl along your hole, dragging your wetness along to your aching clit.

“You think I’d make it that easy?” He asks as he continues the journey back and forth. On the second pass he dips his finger inside of you for a fraction of a second before resuming its path. “What do you want, darlin’?”

You weren’t going to beg, in fact you bit your tongue to stop the traitorous words from forming, this man had already made you abandon most of your self-respect, he wasn’t having this.

“Logan…” At your breathy words the man leans forward, pressing his fabric covered cock into your ass as he folds his body over yours. One hand comes down next to your shoulder, the other explore your tits as he rocks himself into your throbbing core. It’s the perfect storm as he nuzzles into your exposed throat but somehow you manage your words. “Fuck me or don’t, I’m not begging, bub.”

He exhales through his nose in what you guess is equal parts amusement and annoyance, but you’re far beyond caring. He places a bite on the spot where your throat meets your shoulder as his body pulls back. Momentarily his hands leave your hips to deal with his own pants. You hear the clank of his belt hitting the car floor moments before you feel the head of his cock, running along your folds.

The head of his cock is thick, and it feels hot to the touch as he runs it along your slick. All of a sudden Logan pushes forward and sheathes himself inside of you with a single thrust.

You try your best to hold in your incoherent moans but to little avail as he pulls back before slamming full force back into you. If you were a human woman, your pelvis would’ve shattered from the force of his hips against your ass, instead you gather your strength and push back, allowing him deeper. The both of you moan in unison at the depth he reaches.

You grab onto the foam of the seat, ripping through the fabric with your bare hands desperate for an anchor as Logan unforgivingly pounds into you from behind, once again he folds his body over yours, wrapping a palm around your clawed fingers.

“.” He grunts something incoherent into your ear as he picks up the pace, slamming into you repeatedly, slowly picking up his pace. Your core is positively aching as you throb around him, pulling him deeper within you.  If you were expecting any further explanation, you’re sorely disappointed.

The wolverine pulls back, gripping at your hips keeping you still as he resumes his powerful strokes.  Logan’s hand dips to your clit, rubbing quick circles sending you barrelling back towards your orgasm. As you begin to clench around him, he pulls your body upwards, his head brushing against the top of the car as he holds you against him his fingers never leaving your clit.

“Come on my cock, Angel.” Unable to stop yourself you clench around him, hearing him talk like that does something primal to you.

You fucking loved Logan’s mouth, you bet he ate pussy like a champion if he played the clit this fucking well.

You stopped fighting it and threw yourself from the cliff, shattering in his thick muscle veined arms as he held you up against him, his cock still viciously plundering your depths.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He whispers against your neck whispers peppering it with bites.

Logan gives you a few moments to come down from your high before he resumes his punishing pace, you think perhaps you’ve reached your limit of pleasure, that the threshold can’t possibly be topped until he whispers into your ear in that gruff voice.

“What was it Wilson said? Filling all your holes?” The Wolverine asks, his eyes meet yours over your shoulder meaningfully, asking permission as he offers you his thumb. You merely moan your approval and wantonly draw his finger into your mouth, soaking the pad in saliva.  

Logan yanks your head into a vicious kiss. It’s a messy one, filled to the brim with need. The hand not currently locked on your neck holding your face to his, travels down your back, through the valley of your bodies. The pad of his pinky runs appreciatively over the globe of your ass, before his hand dips into the crease.

Logan’s thumb runs teasingly against the tight ring of muscle, it’s a foreign experience which makes you startle slightly.

“Anyone ever fucked you here?” He asks as he bites down your neck, delicately pushing you forward until your head rests on the backseat. You shake your head as your eyes close, his cock is buried balls deep within you as he plays with your asshole.

When his thumb finally breaches your tight hole just past the nail, he begins his thrusts once more. His cock fills your pussy from behind and suddenly you feel so fucking full, Its far too much for you.

“Fuck… Logan.” You gasp almost on the verge of tears as pounds you into the back seat. It seems the ass play has gotten to him more than expected, as his pace has increases.

“Where?” He asks breathless from the exertion as he pulls his thumbs from your ass and takes a handful of the meat on your hips.

“Inside…. Please … Logan.” You practically beg though you’ll never admit it, his rhythm becomes stunted as his hips slam into the back of your thighs.

“Give me something tight to come in, Darlin’.” Moaning at his words you’re eager to obey as you reach your hand between your own legs and rub mercilessly at your clit. The unforgiving pounding, the grunting and the fingers currently bruising your hips and the burning of your now vacant ass send you sailing over the edge.

You clamp down on him like a vice, groaning unable to hold back your whimpers anymore as he finally bites your neck and pumps his seed deep inside you as far as it can go. Logan grunts like a beast as he pulses deep inside of you.

Logan collapses beside you. Dents in the interior of the van you don’t even remember making have appeared from where a stray elbow or knee has hit the metal in the throes of passion.

The Wolverine tucks his cock back in his suit. Ever the gentleman, he uses your black panties to wipe away the cum dripping from your thighs, you haven’t got the heart to tell him that when you’re commando redressed in your suit that you can still feel him dripping from you, your pussy uncomfortably slick against the leather.

After dressing, the two of you sit in contemplative silence. Neither one of you has the emotional complexity to discuss what happened and neither one of you will accept fault for your argument that led to it, so, silence reigns.

The tension is sliced in two as Logan leans forward and pushes an errant lock of hair behind your ear in an act so goddamn endearing, you melt. You still wouldn’t apologise for lying, because you didn’t lie but you can meet him a quarter of the way.

“I’m sorry for calling you geriatric.” You whisper catching his eyes, a small spark of humour leaps into them, you’ve seen more emotions from your hero in the past half an hour than you knew he was capable of.

“I shouldn’t have-“ Logan’s heartfelt apology is cut off by the lead of this goddamn story.

“Well, well, well.  Would you look at this, My best friends, Ha! I get fucking kidnapped, an arm ripped off and you’re nowhere to be found? I thought don’t worry Wade, they won’t leave you, Y/N/N will come around that corner any second."

Wade has appeared through the passenger side window; he looks a little worse for wear and has a child’s arm growing from his stump, its kind of gross to look at.

"What if Colossus had had his way with me? What then Y/N? I expect this from Wolvie, but not from you! No, no heroic rescue for old Deadpool. I have to save myself because you fuckers are too busy playing hide the adamantium bone!  Thanks for nothing guys. Now the car has old man sex stank to it, as if this hunk of shit Honda could get any worse!”

have your cake (and eat it too)

pairing: hawks + dabi/reader (quirkless!au)

(take TWO of posting this cause tumblr was bein’ dumb. PLEASE lemme know if this shows up in the search)

Summary: Special occasions call for special treats–that’s Keigo’s philosphy. So he decides that for your birthday, he’ll spoil you a bit. And what’s a better treat than a visit from his good friend Dabi?

alright so i don’t usually write for hawks, but i’ve made an exception in this case! happy birthday girl (you know who you are ;D) <333

cw: no descriptive terms really used but female!reader, fem-coded petnames (princess, bitch, bad/good girl, etc), reader has vagina + breasts, sub!reader, dom!hawks and dom!dabi, oral (fem recieving), penis in vagina sex, rough sex, possesiveness, overstimulation,   masturbation, marking/biting, choking, slapping, light dacryphilia, hair pulling, degradation, finger-sucking, dumbification if ya squint, cucking (kind of?), aftercare (it’s important!)

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THE OTHER WOMAN

they cheat on their wife (that they were set up to marry) but gets the other woman pregnant and that's when they realize that she isn't just some other woman

𖦹 bonten! manjiro sano, ran haitani, rindou haitani

𖦹 warning/s : cheating, pregnancy, mentions of violence, mentions of sex, mistress! reader, very suggestive, y/n is the villain, my girl y/n is the cocky mistress 🤨✋, also an unnamed wife of theirs, reader is a leader of a criminal organization, rich ass reader

𖦹 am i tired of reader being cheated on? yes. did i want a mistress! reader? yes. highly inspired by this written by @/erensoftcaca

MANJIRO "MIKEY" SANO

in all honesty the last thing Mikey's wife expected and wanted to happen was to find out that her husband is cheating on her. so imagine how shocked she was when she saw you standing in front of their house with a bored expression on your face

you looked expensive too— shiny gold earrings, chanel bag, black heels and a short tight dress. you looked like you went to the club when you just finished a meeting not even a few hours ago

"hey uhh—" you stopped to look at her up and down "you're Mikey's sister right?" she looked at you in confusion "oh no no uhm, I'm his wife actually. uhh is there anything you need from him? files? I can go check his office" the politeness in her tone almost made you feel bad about what she and her husband is about to find out

"ah— no I need to talk to him...about something" still confused she walked towards her husband's office with you following behind her "hey love, someone wants to talk to you"

"tell them I don't have time for their bull—" before Mikey could even finish his sentence you entered "you don't have time for my what Manjiro?" you asked sweetly with a smile but the deadly tone you used was all it took to shut him up, the tone that he's in love with. he always acted like a brat with you so you could use that tone on him but with his wife being in the same room? now that's a different story

his wife noticed how Mikey's eyes scanned you from head to toe, how his face heated up the moment you entered but what really caught her attention was the voices coming from his laptop

"yo Mikey! what's got ya' all quiet?" Sanzu teased

"oohh it's probably Mikey's hot mistress" Ran laughs out

"doesn't he have a wife though?" Takeomi asked cluelessly as laughs from the other executives came on "well damn you're so late on the news" Sanzu says

Mikey's gaze snapped to his wife as he signalled her to leave to which she did without another word, once she was gone Mikey pulls you into his lap

"what brought you here doll?" he asked as you waved at the other executives on the screen before you turned your attention back to him "mmm..need to tell you something very important" Mikey nods, leaning back on his chair with his hands still on your waist

"hmm? what is it?" Mikey asked voice soft and sweet, something he never used on her "you're gonna be a daddy" you chuckle, your words making Mikey sit up straight so suddenly "w-wait! you're not joking right?!"

the executives cheered "BOSS WE SHOULD CELEBRATE" Sanzu suggests and everyone immediately nods at his words

"woah woah woah— what's he gonna say to his wife this time though?" Ran asked, brows raised while Mikey shrugged "uhm..tell her about y/n?" he says

"tell her how you got y/n, a girl you're not in a relationship with, pregnant?" Rindou raised his brow

"Oh..well pretty girl would you like to be my girlfriend?" you nod happily at his question while the others cheered "ok now you tell her" Rindou says with a lazy smile

but little did they know his crying heartbroken wife sat on the floor beside his office the entire time, listening to the entire conversation

RAN HAITANI

Ran was hot, smart, tall and just perfect. his wife always wondered how she got such a wonderful husband like him all for herself. well at least that's what she thought

she knew about Ran's work so him coming home late was a normal thing to her which made it easier for Ran to make up excuses, Ran told her he needed to get some work done when in reality he was in your bed. naked.

his wife found out about it when you messaged him but he left his phone at home

y/n 👀 : RAN!!! YOUR WISH CAME TRUE

his wife stared at the message in pure confusion and decided to message back

Ran 💦 : what wish?

y/n 👀 : your wish to become a dad you motherfucker! LMAO how can you forget when you were fucking your babies into me last week?

and as if on cue Ran entered from the door, calmly taking the phone away from his wife's frozen figure and reading your message. a smile made it's way to his lips as he typed a reply back

Ran 💦 : sorry my wife was the one who replied to your first message. anyways let's celebrate with Rin, pretty sure he'd want to meet his soon to be niece or nephew

and with that Ran left without sparing a glance at his broken wife

RINDOU HAITANI

unlike his older brother Ran who is good at hiding his affair, Rindou is shameless. going home with hickeys littered on his neck, smelling like the expensive perfume you always wear. he won't even bother to change his white polo that's left with kiss mark

"hey. clean this for me will ya'. seems that my coworker accidentally left her lipstick mark on it" he says, casually handing his shirt to his wife

but despite all the evidence, he still makes poor excuses to play with his wife's poor little heart

sighing, his wife took his shirt harshly "be honest with me. are you cheating one me?" she asked toughly but you can see the obvious globs of tears that are starting to form in her eyes

Rindou stares at her with a 'isn't is obvious?' expression

"no. I don't know what you're talking about" he lied but of course note the sarcasm in his tone "then why do you come home with hickeys in your neck? lipstick marks either on your cheek or your shirt and you always smell like that horrible perfume and you know goddamn well I don't wear that crap"

Rindou shoots a nasty glare towards her direction "say what you want but I know damn well that the perfume my pregnant girlfriend is wearing ain't no crap, fits her very well honestly" he says and took his phone out

he saw his wife tear up at his words "p— pregnant? but I thought you weren't ready to be a father?" Rindou was about to say something but heard the door open causing the two of them to turn to it's direction

"Rin! I got the results, it's positive!" you exclaim happily as you ran straight into his arms "don't run sweetheart. don't want to hurt the baby right?" you chuckled at his words and nodded. your eyes trailed towards his wife and flashed her a sweet smile the moment your eyes met

you ran up to her and hugged her "hiii! I'm y/n, Rin's girlfriend. you must be his sister! I hope you don't mind that I went up here so suddenly, Rin told me to go straight to his house the moment I find out"

his wife stood there in shock, you were too sweet to be a the mistress in their relationship "uh— that's my wife babe. the one I'm telling you about" Rindou says with an awkward cough

"oh" you quickly backed away from her "anyways! let's go. the other executives are gonna be so happy when they hear about this"

he turns to his wife "you can pack up. go to the guest bedroom or something" and with that you two left

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✧ STORMBRINGER CHUUYA AS YOUR GUY BSF IS ....

✧ w/c: 588 ✧ content: drabbles & headcanons of cute things with stormbringer! chuuya

☆ a shocked yet distasteful groan pulling from his throat when you show him a picture of a celebrity you find cute, grumbling about how your taste in men sucks ass. you didn't think he was jealous, just shocked at the creature he was looking at. though sometimes, you barely graze the envy on his face when you actually interact with another boy; especially if he's your type, because chuuya knows. still, he brushes your friendly smile with stupidity—because the dude you're talking with 'isn't even all that.'

☆ like having an annoyed caretaker, always keeping an eye out for you, rebuking your recklessness. just appalled that you have this much carelessness for your life on a day to day basis. but even though he'd scold you gently for anything stupid or clumsy you pull, you'd always find a gloved hand reaching out to you, providing support. either when you've stumbled, or you're about to jump off a ledge from even the smallest of heights.

☆ falling face first into the ground whilst trying to fight off one of the port mafia's powerful enemies because your shoelaces were untied. humilated, you found yourself sitting on a bench as chuuya unashamedly scolds you for your rookie mistake. knelt down as he still ties your shoes. "do you double knot your laces?" he'll ask, if you already said yes, the boy would finish one shoe with a tight squeeze, before gently patting your ankle to lace the other one, "well you better start triple knottin' em!"

☆ late night calls about the silliest things. chuuya would have his camera on in his pajamas, either mindlessly fiddling with his guitar, doing some chores, or cooking simply out of boredom. he'd rant about his day, the jewel marketing circulation, this crazy fuck named 'dazai', how much he admires his superior—kouyou, and his friends which call themselves 'the flags'. in return, you can tell him all the school gossip you've picked up on, new music you caught onto, your rants in your notes app.

☆ exchanging knowing side glances at each other when someone's being annoying or a dumb fuck. it's the kind of look two sassy girls would stare at each other with a secret disdain for the person in front of them.

☆ chuuya keeping a hair tie on his wrist for you and him only. at first, it was extra incase he lost his own hair tie, but soon, if you ever needed one, he always keeps extra on his wrist so you wouldn't have messy hair flying everywhere.

☆ taking unwanted photos of chuuya while he chases after you to delete them. sometimes, it'd be mid sneeze or the boy yawning carelessly. he definitely cares once you've did a close up shot where he looks like the epitome of a ginger leprechaun. he'd (try to) snatch your phone and now gives you the stinkiest side eye when you even try to point your phone at him.

☆ unconsciously resting an arm behind your shoulders when you're both sitting side by side. for chuuya, it provides a comforting stretch for his arms, and it feels safer knowing that he can just manuver you if there was ever an unexpected attack. for you, the fact that he just does it so casually makes you a nervous wreck.

☆ believing wholeheartedly that he's human. afterall, you wouldn't feel this much adoration for a code of strings, no? you always internally chide him if he thinks otherwise, but as friends, you thought it's better to give him a comforting pat on the back.

✧ chocsra™