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𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 ;; 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘹 𝘧.𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟏.𝟐𝐤
𝐀/𝐍: apparently I’m going thru some very soft hours rn and I just can’t get out of my head how much of a lovingly goofy dad Gojo actually would be UwU I just love this man SO MUCH I was looking for an excuse to write something lmao:>
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐒: all you wanted to do was to get Satoru spend some quality time with his new-born son… who would’ve thought the bond would be so strong…
𝐓.𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: child and overdose of fluff heheh:>
𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚! 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈!
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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 ;; 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘹 𝘧.𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟏.𝟑𝐤
𝐀/𝐍: happy birthday omi-omi!! ❤ birthday special for this gorgeous boi ehihii ^^ also first time writing for him so I feel a little overly excited huhuu:> i also wanted to devote this little piece to my precious little bean @tsumue who has intensified my love for this sweet boi heheh! stay safe!
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: after yet another taxing day at practice, Kiyoomi returns home all sweaty and drained (surprisingly not having taken a bath) wishing to relax and enjoy a quiet evening with his girlfriend… however, there’s another surprise waiting for him…
𝐓.𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ content ahead, read at your own discretion; scent kink, masturbation, oral, fingering, a little overstimulation.
𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚! 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈!
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#reblogging my own stuff again haha#yee ill be coming up with ideas soon#for incorrect quotes i mean#man ive been working feverishly#but who needs a break rn?#not me lol
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ʜᴏᴍᴇᴄᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ
❥ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀᴋᴀᴀsʜɪ ᴋᴇɪᴊɪ x ғ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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a/n: apparently, this is the result of a sudden thirst ehihi… I’m not super used to writing dirty stuff but I’m kinda starting to become addicted? idk I’m also going through a weird daddy kink phase so yeee sorry about that heheh, stay safe!<3
synopsis: living with someone like Keiji, who strives for the best results possible in both his professional and personal life, is far from easy… balance cannot be maintained with flying colours… and when that imbalance occurs, somehow the situation must be counterbalanced…
t.warnings: 18+ content ahead, read at your own discretion; unprotected sex, voyeurism, daddy kink, praise kink, overstimulation, creampie, underlying manga spoilers, too.
𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚! 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕!
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ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ
❥ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ x ғ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
✎ ᴡ.ᴄ: 2.8ᴋ
a/n: first piece after hiatus, yayyyy! so… I was in a kinda sappy mood on Valentine’s? hahaaa Osamu inspired me huhuu :> anyways, I’m not really a sucker for that day but I made our dear reader a Valentine’s enthusiast for some reason hope you don’t mind lol:’) also, I’m not even sure why I get the feeling that although Samu loves food generally, he might not like sweets? onigiri isn’t sweet and maybe that’s why huhuhuuu, let me know what you’re thinking! Stay safe!<3
synopsis: valentine’s day… some people don’t understand why such things should be celebrated… others are complete suckers and are doing their best to get the best gifts they can find… you always knew Osamu falls in the former category… but what if he actually belongs to the latter?
t.warnings: 18+ content ahead, read at your own discretion; unprotected sex, voyeurism, lingerie, breeding, fingering, dumbification.
𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚! 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕!
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✅chaotic evil
✅✅the brows
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Wow-- 😳
no because i genuinely think atsumu would love being called daddy so much.
he can be terribly cruel sometimes but when the title falls from your lips, his heart skips a beat because you trust him ‘n you need him desperately and you’re not ashamed to admit it. his little baby that loves her daddy. he can see it in your starry eyes, can hear it in your whiny tone, can feel it when you tug at his shirt.
it’s what drives him to lean down and pepper your precious face with gentle kisses while you’re all drunk on his cock. you can never control yourself, always babbling about how much you love him and clawing at his chest as he fucks you so deep.
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AAAAAA THIS WAS TOO PERFECT 😭😭😭
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no warnings, just fluff!
“Snow?”
You looked up at the sky as a cold fleck hit your nose making you shiver. You were escorting the Kazekage back to the Hidden Sand after a diplomatic mission, and while you were aware that the region you were currently in could get really cold, you had never expected to see snow on the way. The red-haired male next to you was just as surprised as you were, maybe even a little more so, as he had rarely seen the phenomena, staying in the hot desert of your hometown most of the time.
“Well we were planning on staying the night somewhere, I think now may be an appropriate time to look for shelter. I don’t think we are sufficiently prepared to travel in snow for a while.”
Gaara nodded in agreement. You were sure the next inn would be less than an hour away and you both decided to up the tempo a little, the exercise making you both a little warmer because while you were dressed appropriately for colder weather, you both seemed to have underestimated just how cold it was. Not the worst of conditions for skilled ninja like you both to be caught in, but not the best either. The cold was just something you were not used to.
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𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄... 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐄 ;; 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘹𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟏.𝟓𝐤
𝐀/𝐍: Happy (belated) Birthday Shoto!!! as you can probably tell, this is a special scenario for this soft boi's bday (heck how could I not) so... please, enjoy!
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: obviously, you couldn't just sit and watch your precious boyfriend's birthday go by, just like every typical, boring day... he might not mind much but, with the help of a close companion, you manage to steal one or two smiles from his eternally unbending lips...
𝐓.𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none
«You think this would be enough?»
«Definitely. Knowing him, it would be way more than enough».
«Right. Thanks Natsuo, I’m eternally grateful…!»
«No worries. I’m always here for you, little one».
His last words sent a sweet smile on your lips as you heard the characteristic beeping sound of the phone hanging up.
You snatched your jacket from the coat rack beside you and hurried outside, heading to the Todoroki Abode. Your home wasn’t particularly far from there so… it wouldn’t be such a drag to go on foot.
Besides, you’d have time to muse over the details for today’s surprise.
Shoto was generally indifferent to every day, no matter how special it was. He liked to keep things neutral and routine above all, which meant that he wasn’t particularly touched by any occasion that belonged out of the ordinary. However, his birthday was what you’d call… an exception to the rule.
Okay, no exaggerations, there wasn’t any radical change in his attitude but, he seemed a little more… upbeat? That day, it was easier to steal soft chuckles or short-lived laughs off his lips, more common to witness him cracking a cutely awkward smile, to have his heart warm up, engulfed by your welcoming presence.
That is the very reason why you had decided to consult your so-called aniki – which was none other than Shoto’s own big brother – about any potential ideas to make this unique day even more amazing.
God, you felt so blessed to have such a kind-hearted boy to watch over and help you.
Like so, you had arranged to pick up Shoto from his house and then head out for a supposed walk. Oh, how you were looking forward to seeing his reaction upon meeting with the real surprise…
You were probably too lost in your thoughts as the image of an all too familiar traditional house flushed before your eyes, sending your heart race inside your chest. Anticipation shaking your body, your feet suddenly picked up the pace, breaths coming and going irregularly, everything around you turning into a blur.
In a matter of mere seconds, you were standing in the doorstep your boyfriend’s home, the door opening before you even had the time to ring the bell.
«You’re a little late».
Cerulean and pewter glowed before you, a thin layer of empathy lacing them, the phenomenal mix making you feel giddy, filling your mind with fuzzy clouds.
«I know, I’m sorry… I came on foot…» you explained, your head ducked just slightly but sufficiently enough for you to avoid his intense, curiosity-filled stare.
«But we were supposed to walk together…?»
You giggled, getting a hold of his hand and dragging him outside, «…I guess I needed a warm-up…»
A smirk played about his lips, as his arm slithered around your waist, «We’d better get going then…» his eyes snapped to yours again, with a hint of mischief this time, «…before you get cold».
He made sure to close the door and then you set off, without him having the tiniest clue about the upshot of your relaxing stroll…
«Haven’t we got too far?» Shoto asked, head continuously turning from the right to the left in alert.
«Well… that’s the point…» you said with a playful smirk, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him along, your once relaxing walk, now being turned into an impetuous dash.
Naturally, the poor boy didn’t know what to expect. Were you planning to run away with him? Maybe do something more… satanic? In all honesty, he had every right to feel clueless towards your intentions.
Until you finally ground to a halt.
«An ice… rink?» he questioned, making sure he was not hallucinating.
«Hey, not just any ice rink! This opened…» you held your chin, then your index rose and your eyes sparkled as if in a light bulb moment, «…like a couple of days go…!»
«I don’t remember it being here before, indeed…»
«So… wanna go inside? Have a go?»
«Is that what our “walk” was about?» he asked, feeling that he had finally collect the missing pieces of the puzzle.
«Well… I wanted to surprise you… for your birthday… and Natsuo told me that ice skating would be fun…» you confessed, gaze down, cheeks slightly dusted with a light shade of red.
Shoto chuckled.
«I don’t see why we shouldn’t enter…» he said, acting rather indifferent, while he was practically performing a whole choreography inside his head at the joy that he was overridden with.
«What are we waiting for, then?» you nearly shouted, roughly dragging him along, and inside the ice rink.
Shoto looked natural, as if he was meant to be on ice. Both him and his skates moved fluidly. There was not one jerky movement. For what it’s worth, he had flatly refused to wear skates in the beginning, claiming he was better off without them, as the use of his quirk while in a battle would have him ice skate basically barefoot. You could understand what he meant by witnessing just a scope of his abilities. He balanced himself so easily; like he truly was an expert. He held his arms out at just below shoulder level. His head was forward, his knees were bent slightly. He continued to have his body loose throughout the entire time.
You on the other hand, had decided to stay outside and watch… at least for the moment. There were times he held out his hand, urging you to join him and resembling a graceful swan, moving naturally. Soon after, he would continue to glide across the ice cold rink with ease. To you, he was a winner in his own game; and watching him was enough.
«Hey, you brought us here, no fair staying out of it» he pointed out having just come in the rail without you noticing, lost in your trance as you were.
«… I suck at ice skating, Shoto…»
«I’ll be by your side. Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall…» he assured, motioning with his head to the rink, «…I got you».
«You promise?»
«I promise».
His stern, mesmerizing look was enough for you to be convinced and go fetch some ice skates. There wasn’t another person in the entire world you could trust as much as him.
When you were done putting them on, you slowly entered the rink, clutching your boyfriend’s hand the entire time.
«The trick is to feel comfortable in your skates. Don’t think too much about falling unless you wish to end up doing so, okay?»
«Got it» you breathed, holding the rail beside you as if it was your life line. Little by little, you walked around the edge of the rink while holding onto the wall and struggling to keep your legs as steady as possible, trying to get used to the friction of the ice.
«You’re doing great, Y/n…»
A smile made its way to your full lips, «… it’s not as hard as I thought…» you realized, feeling your legs stabilizing more by the second.
When you first step foot in the ice rink you felt frightened. But now, with Shoto, who was practically beaming at your progress, you were beginning to feel more dynamic and… confident in your abilities.
Then, you worked up some courage and in one fell swoop had abandoned the safety of the wall. After pushing from your anchor, you felt free as a bird, holding your arms out and smiling.
To both your surprise, you were balancing almost perfectly on the icy floor. Shoto took a “step” back from you carefully, wanting to test how far you could go.
Your arms were flapping around like an airplane propeller, eliciting several chuckles from your “instructor”.
Taking a deep breath, you started moving and glided forward for a short distance. You lengthened your left and right leg, alternating your strides. Subsequently, you took longer and long strokes, one foot after the other. Gradually, you were balancing on either foot, making the sport look easy.
«I can’t believe it!» you shouted, excitement rushing in your veins.
«I can…» two strong arms were suddenly wrapped around your waist, cautiously bringing you closer to half-cold, half-hot body. Without allowing you to contemplate any more on what should be your next move, Shoto twirled you, bringing your façade against his, his dazed orbs hypnotizing you as you harmonically glided across the rink.
«Did I mention how awesome this surprise was?»
«Happy Birthday, Shoto» you said, folding your arms around his stiff neck savoring the conviviality of his presence and the elation of the moment.
It was worth it after all... aniki*...
*in case you're not aware/are new here: aniki means big brother in Japanese hehehe 💕
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Look at them tasty snacks 👀
Best food in Boruto
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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ
❥ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʜᴀᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴋᴀᴋᴀsʜɪ x ғ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
a/n: here's the first Naruto scenario, too huhuhuuu! I swear I couldn't help myself when I watched these episodes, Kakashi needed comfort! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did! Stay safe everyone!
synopsis: the kazekage rescue mission was successfully accomplished, although... it didn't exactly end with everybody perfectly intact...
t.warnings: (post) Kazekage rescue mission spoilers
𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚! 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕!
You numbly followed a young nurse through the sinuous halls of the hospital, until you reached a randomly numbered room, which was claimed to host your injured partner.
It was eerily silent in the hospital room. Only some occasional groans could be heard, which motivated you to push the door open and carefully slide in.
«It hurts…» Kakashi nagged in a groan, most of his body tugged under the sheet.
You meandered across the room on silent feet, not wishing to disturb him, little by little making your way next to the hospital bed.
«Hey».
Kakashi’s pained gaze shifted to yours in an instant, his cheeks flushing a bright red out of embarrassment, which was built up simply by taking notice of your presence.
«Y-y/n..! What…, mph, why are you here?» he asked, sounding both surprised and content, to your delight.
«I came to see you, dummy…» you set a plate filled to the brim with tasty, fresh-cooked ramen on the table beside the bed with a cute giggle, «… brought some food too…»
«You always think about me…» he spoke softly, his tone fraught with gratification and amazement.
You offered a heart-warming smile before taking a seat next to him with extreme care, not wanting to aggravate his already aching state. Your fingers dived in the density of his hair, gently massaging his sculp.
«How could I not? You always push yourself to go beyond your limits for others… someone must look after you too, Kakashi…» your voice trailed off, your lips slightly stretching at the sight of his eyes falling against your pleasantly relaxing touch.
You shared a peaceful moment of silence, taking pleasure in each other’s smell. The steam of the mouth-watering ramen infiltrated the air, adding a speck of conviviality in the ambiance.
«Do you want to eat? Are you hungry?» you enquired, eyes boring into his with concern and heart aching with the need to provide him with any possible help.
«Well… I’m starving…!» he admitted, squirming underneath the sheets in a miserable attempt to get up.
«Woah, woah, hey!» you shouted, stopping his movements, «here, let me help…!» your hands slipped around his torso, eventually poising him against the wall.
«Thank… you…» he moaned, struggling to get more comfortable.
«Stay still» you demanded whilst reaching for the hem of his mask and carefully tugging it down, revealing his flawless features. Then, you leaned in and planted a loving kiss on his cheek, making his heart flutter inside his chest, his face burn and his pain forcibly ebb away just enough for him to give you one of these wonderful, heart-melting smiles of his.
Within mere seconds, a spoon of ramen was chucking his slightly parted lips, asking for entrance, which he granted, letting the delicious flavors endlessly flow in his mouth.
«You’re not moving an inch on my watch, got it?»
«Mhm» he replied, stuffed with the deliciousness of your home-made meal, feeling as if somehow his recuperative capabilities had been boosted by the tenderness of your actions.
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You hadn’t managed to realize how fast time had actually passed in that dull hospital room. You were astounded at how rapidly the warming sun rays had given their place to the soft moonlight; the luminosity of the day had been replaced by the lightlessness of the night.
The brightness of the moon was the only thing preventing the room from being swallowed by the shadows. You weren’t sure if Kakashi was on the verge of nodding off or merely lost in his own preoccupations; his (normal) eye was staring up at the ceiling lethargically, slightly shutting from time to time, while his fingertips were lazily tracing delicate patterns on your shoulder.
It had been hours since you had him explain what exactly had caused him to end up like this. And he made sure to have nothing left out; he told you about his Mangekyo, the Akatsuki, Naruto… the Nine-Tails.
You couldn't help fretting about his life. Practically, it was put on the line every day, minute and second those bastards were breathing.
The decision to prolong your visit and stay for the night was made entirely by instinct; as if your spirit was somehow frantically searching for a way to protect him. Your abilities didn’t allow for much interference in battle making this the least thing you could do.
The feeling protectiveness took over once again when you felt the gentle movements on your shoulder cease, thus moving your head, which was previously resting on his shoulder, to his chest. The steady beating of his heart confirmed that he was just asleep, finally, his body easing up at the sweet, healing slumber.
You lay on his shoulder again, letting him be as comfortable as possible, removing the supplementary weight off his fatigued form. Your palm steeped his chest with loving warmth and your eyelids were beginning to feel heavier against his welcoming aura.
That night, you promised yourself you’d stay by his side, cherish and provide for him, no matter how many calamities were brought upon you.
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Red is a cute color on you ‘tachi, specially when you’re flustered. [ Giggles ] - 🦎
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𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 ;; 𝘮𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 𝘹 𝘧.𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟐.𝟏𝐤
𝐀/𝐍: so, this is the first Atsumu scenario! I'd literally give up my life for this man, I CAN'T HOLD BACK. Tho it turned out quite dark... I guess I made amends for it with the happy note in the end, then?
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: living with the Miya twins definitely means throwing party every once in a while and painting the town red... but what if, just once, things spiral out of control?
𝐓.𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ content ahead; mentions of sexual intercourse, unwanted/non-planned pregnancy, cursing. Suggestive themes.
Another wave of nausea washed over your body, making your guts twist with the unpleasant feeling of food hastily gushing out of your body.
You arrested your head further buried in the toilet, hands clutched tightly around the sides, mind flooding with hazy memories of last night’s events, as a stamp of warmth came in contact with your back.
Sloppy, heated kisses along the sensitive area of your neck were sending shivers through your entire body, which was being ravished by pleasure.
«Come on, baby…» he whispered against your ear, your lobe caught between his teeth, «I’ll be gentle».
Atsumu rubbed soothing circles on the broad surface of your back, crouched beside your weakened figure, the warmness of his palm eager to drive your fatigue away.
You had been sharing a home with him and his brother for quite some time now, the latter merely staying to keep you company and lend a hand with the loan. Showered with independence as you were, throwing parties every now and then was only natural. However, it wasn’t always completely kept under control.
«Drank too much, didn’t you?» he asked softly, worryingly, while his hand came to gently wipe your mouth with a small-sized towel he had fetched.
«I doubt I drank as much as you did, Tsumu…» you sighed, «… but I still don’t think that’s the proble—« your statement was cut off by your body pushing up another round of fluids.
Your back arched at the intolerable amount of rapture that was shaking your entire being, «M-more…! Atsumu…!»
«More?» he smirked, looking at you with devilish eyes then throwing your legs over his broad shoulders and thrusting even more forcefully this time, his bare cock hitting spots in depths it had never been before.
He remained silent the whole time, standing by your side, lightly pulling your hair back and continuing to soothe you with his rubbing patterns, his heart aching at the sight of your body completely cleaning itself out, leaving you fully worn out in its wake.
You lifted yourself slowly, making sure there was no other round coming then snatched the towel out of Atsumu’s hands hastily and wiped the stains of puke clean.
«You were saying…?» he asked, his eyes carefully following your movements to the sink, where you rinsed your mouth out.
«I don’t think it’s only drinking that got me like this…»
«What do you mean?»
«You weren’t particularly cautious last night…»
You were a complete and utter mess by now; body coated in sweat, quaking with overwhelming ecstasy, burning with the need for more friction, for the touch of your lover, who was mercilessly pounding in and out of you, gaining momentum with every push.
You could feel him twitching inside of you, meaning he was close to his peak, so you were already preparing for the pull out but, with a loud, lengthy groan against your clavicle, you only felt a new-found kind of warmth spreading inside of you instead.
«You feel so damn good baby…» he croaked, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breaths tickling the sensitive area, while he was gradually climbing down from his high.
What with all those surges of bliss washing over you and the influence of alcohol you were under, you didn’t care as much as to realize the severity of what had just happened.
«You don’t mean…» his voice trailed off, amber eyes widening with surprising realization.
The grave shadow cast upon his face was gone with a mere shrug of his shoulders.
«I do. There’s a high chance, Atsumu».
«I guess we’ll have a little brat crawling around the house in a few months then» he chuckled.
This was one of the few times in your life when you actually couldn’t believe in your ears. He couldn’t be talking seriously. He was deadpanning. Could he be that childish?
«Are you even in your right mind?! Do you happen to have even the slightest idea how serious this is?! What responsibilities it requires?!» you shouted, taking aggressive steps towards him, «How are we supposed to raise a child when you can barely fend for ourselves?» your index daringly poked his chest, look glowing with fury, «What makes you think I’d even want a child growing inside of me, huh?» you spurted out, words dripping with the bitter truth.
«We’re not even 100% sure you’re pregnant» he replied calmly, not allowing the burden of guilt weigh down on him.
«So you’re just going to hang onto a possibility? Is this your way of self-defense?» your tone stayed high on decibels, continuously shooting the blonde with arrows of qualm, but triggering his anger simultaneously.
His thick eyebrows came to a frown, a dark hue of irritation cloaking his face, blood boiling with rage. Deep down, he was well aware of the fact that he had been careless and therefore brought by this outcome, but at the same time he wanted to explode. All this unwavering accusation made him see red; and he didn’t particularly excel at his keeping his temper in check.
He didn’t care about neither your reaction nor the impact his words would have on your already heated argument because he honestly needed anything to fire back, when he spat out:
«It’s not my fault you can’t control what’s going in and out of your cunt».
SLAP!
Your palm clashed with the tender skin of his cheek, the sound of skin finding skin echoing in the empty room. At that point, you genuinely believed that there was no other way to back fire him; he had completely crushed your defenses with that mere line of his. Your heart was shattered to thousand pieces, like a fragile piece of glass thrown madly at the floor.
However, you still had some remaining strength for a finishing blow.
«I should have seen this coming. You always run away from your responsibilities, like the immature toddler you are. You don’t give a fuck about other people’s feelings, do you? All you care about is to feed and satisfy your own, insatiable ego!» you yelled, coming to realize that there are actual tears streaming down your face, but not minding at all the reason for their appearance, «…because that’s just what you are, Atsumu. An immature, egotistical pig».
His almond-shaped eyes widened in shock his body aching with the sensation of something having pierced through his chest. He wanted to yell, curse, break—no, destroy something. His madness was getting the better of him but even so, he somehow stopped dead on his tracks upon hearing that cruel utterance. His stare travelled on your form, inspecting your exhausted state, pity feeling him to the brim. Was this really what you thought of him? Was he truly the one that had you messed up like this?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of the bathroom’s door. His twin brother walked in, wearing an expression of confusion and worry as his grey orbs fell on you.
«I can hear you screaming from the living room… is everything… o… kay? Why are you—« his gaze immediately pinned his brother, «--why is she crying?» he demanded.
Atsumu lowered his head in shame, glancing down at his feet, desperately struggling to avoid his brother’s uncomfortably scrutinizing look. One the one hand he had no clue how he was supposed to explain the situation, but on the other, he couldn’t exactly step back from it.
«Ιt’s… none of your business…» he murmured.
«I don’t think he heard you, Atsumu. Speak up a little. Tell him how your stupid, little ass fucked everything up again».
«What is she talking about, Tsumu?» Osamu’s facial expression was died in puzzlement, «Talk!»
«…you might become an uncle» he muttered reluctantly between gritted teeth.
«What?!» his look hopped between the two of you impatiently, not landing on anyone in particular.
Of course he was taken aback. How could he not be? Atsumu can be reckless from time to time yet, that seemed too surrealistic even for a person that knew him so well.
You were quite lost in your own concerns, which prevented you from noticing that Osamu had hastily and offensively grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, shaking him furiously.
«I always knew you were a stupid and annoying brother but I was hoping you’d be at least tolerable as a boyfriend!» he shouted in the other twin’s face, knuckles whitening at the tightness of his grip.
You’d usually laugh your heart out whenever the twins were fighting but this time the ambiance was too intense to allow even the slightest curl in your lips.
«We don’t even know if she’s accurately pregnant, you asshole! She hasn’t had a fucking test yet!» Atsumu roared back in exasperation.
Osamu’s features were completely painted with a mixture of bewilderment and realization, «She hasn’t?» his peek drifted to you and you shook your head in the negative.
«Well then…» he let go of his brother with a push, «…I’ll be back» he spoke, turning to leave the room.
«Where the hell are you going?»
«Where you should have gone from the beginning».
Thanks to Osamu, a light smile made its way to your lips. However, it was swiftly taken away by Atsumu’s murderous, disgusted glare. You answered to it with an identical one, not wanting to show him how much your heart was practically broken by that moment.
When he finally walked out of the bathroom, you made sure to lock the door he had harshly slammed behind him, before your body automatically slid against it, eventually collapsing on the floor
«Ugh, why does it take so freaking long?» you whined silently above the pregnancy test.
Before you knew it, your already pallid face was stained with tears once more, your hands rushing to cover your mouth and muffle your perpetual sobs as you succumbed entirely to the pain that was nested in your chest, waves of dejection, wrath and numbness hitting you relentlessly and unstoppably, letting you solely rot into the melancholy of anticipation….
Thankfully, Osamu had came back mere minutes ago with five tests in his hands, all of them produced by the same company. You explained that there was no need for so many, but seemed like Samu had quite freaked out so he couldn’t help himself. You had hastily snatched the tests and run off to the bathroom again, not paying to attention to what Atsumu was doing.
You would deal with him later, either way.
«Don’t be positive, don’t be positive…»
For about ten minutes straight, you were running conspiracies in your mind, attempting to calculate every possible outcome. If Atsumu was indeed the father of your child, then that… made also Osamu a dad? They’re literally the split image of each other so be it biological or adoptive father would practically make no difference. Which meant that if Osamu had kids—
«Are you… alright in here?» the door opened ajar and a familiar head slightly, almost timidly, protruded.
«Oh, now big, scary Atsumu isn’t mad?» you jibed.
Atsumu slid in, gently closing the door behind him and heading towards you.
«Look, I…» his eyes moved to the floor, afraid to encounter yours, «…I didn’t mean what I said… really, I uh…» you failed to suppress a light giggle at his miserable attempt to swallow his pride, «…I’m sorry, okay? Stop mocking me! And I’ll take care of our child…! If we have one, I mean…» you glanced at the test one more time to see if anything had changed and your eyes widened in surprise.
«Atsumu».
«…and I’ll do anything, I’ll cook even without setting the kitchen on fire I—«
«Atsumu!»
“Just don’t be mad at me okay? I’ll even change the baby—«
«ATSUMU!» you yelled, also making awkward hand signals that made no sense to earn his attention.
«What?»
«You won’t have to change any baby! Nor take care of it!»
He lifted his eyebrow in confusion, «We are getting a babysitter?»
«There’s no baby you idiot! I’m not pregnant! I’m not---« a silent sob cut off your sentence.
«Hey, wait, why are you crying?» Atsumu’s hand rested on your flushed cheek, his thumb swiping away a tear that came unbidden on your beautiful face.
«I don’t… know…» you spoke weakly and then immediately dived in his arms, clutching him to the point of asphyxia and probably clawing his back, while burying your wet face on his chest, where you were bawling your eyes out.
«It’s over now baby…» he whispered, planting a soft kiss on the crown of your head and rubbing soothing patterns on your back, «…take it all out».
Deep down, there was still a lingering ray of hope praying that you had actually that unbidden seed inside of you… it wouldn’t be catastrophic…
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Hello! And welcome to what will be the seventh year of Gaara Week! A Gaara only weekly challenge leading up to his birthday! This weekly challenge will start on the 12th of January and run until Gaara’s Birthday on the 19th of January.
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12th January - DAY 1 - Reflection
13th January - DAY 2 - Fight
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