GOT ME LOOKING FOR: Attention!

like if you save, please

everyone's favorite furball

Drew my mains as a small gift to myself cause school's starting again 🙏

aMO ESTA DINÁMICA

Robin and King can be like, shared trauma buddies, then go on archaeological/historical adventures around the world together :)

FUELED APOLOGY ☾

angry sex w mma toji, minutes before a match

tags — heavy nsfw, locker room sex, slight exhibitionism (they can def hear), angry toji, marked upp, dumbification, spit kink, cum dump, fingering, locker room sex, soft toji, apologetic toji, biting, unprotected,

the silent treatment was probably the single most annoying thing you could possibly do to toji. he’ll take anything else, yelling, screaming, hitting, kicking… just acknowledge him. but when you’re dead silent, blank stare; pretending he doesn’t even exist! now that makes him feel like shit…

he couldn’t even grasp the depths of your anger, until you began giving him the cold shoulder.

“you can’t answer a text anymore?” he’s leaning over the couch, eye bags dark and heavy, considering he stayed up all night waiting for you to come back home.

you don’t even look at him. you’re just taking off your shoes and padding your way to the bedroom. the door slamming shut. even when he slides under the covers, completely exhausted, his fingers grazing your arm filled with goosebumps, you slide further away.

“stop acting like a child—“ he honestly should’ve kept his mouth shut, next thing he knows, you were grabbing a pillow and dragging your feet down to the living room. he groans into the covers.

it didn’t matter that he’d come down after a few minutes. his fingers brushing your cheek before gently scooping you into his arms and carrying back into bed. his lips brushing your cheek in your deep sleep, so he can doze off beside you. finally able to sleep.

yet the morning would come and you’d be gone again, until he’s staying up again, waiting for you.

“seriously?” he immediately follows you into the bedroom as you ignore his greeting. “I fucking get it, now will you talk to me? I know you’re pissed, so just fucking give it to me!” his chest was boiling as he watched you pull off your clothes, stepping into the shower.

he sat quietly on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, resting his head back as he watched you shower through the steamed glass. his mind was shutting down, he didn’t like fighting with you. he knew he had a temper, and he could be stubborn, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do anything for you!

his eyes fluttered open hearing you step out of the shower. rubbing his eyes, gaze set on your movements, his following the water droplets slide down the small of your back. the pretty way your nipples start to perk from the change in temperature.

you had to swallow your own love in order to walk past the tired man. he’s been overworking himself these past couple of weeks in order to get in shape for this upcoming match. you wanted to do your best to support him.

you hated seeing him so stressed all the time. but when you decided to try and help him when he was out training on the beach with his team, sprinting from one end to the other. you wanted him to know that you were there for him. even though you were busy with your uni classes and stressed from your own shit, you didn’t want toji to think he was alone.

so you brought your work to the beach, as he trained. was it really support when you’re laughing and chatting and letting every guy known to man, hit on you?! the emperor of mma wasn’t insecure. he knew you’d never do anything. yet, it still sent his blood sizzling, upset that you came here, all for you to start talking to these men—

“y/n!” the sudden shout of your name had your ears perking up, eyes shifting to the broad shouldered man, heaving by the ocean. you didn’t hesitate to grab the energy drink, happy that you can finally help as you sprinted to your boyfriend.

“how’s training? i was getting worried since you haven’t taken a break in so long—“

“what’re you doing?” the cut in his sentence had your brows pinching, still waiting for him to take the drink from your hands.

“nothing? was just waiting for yo—“

“nothing?” he repeats, his green eyes were as dark as the night forest.

“um…” you itch your cheek awkwardly. “i think you’re tired, I also brought some protein bars and sandwiches. just eat one—“

“go home,” he takes the drink from your hand. your eyes shift to his.

“I’ll leave in a couple minutes, I’m just—“

“I don’t wanna fucking see you right now. you’re distracting me, and it’s not helping!” he couldn’t make excuses. was it his fault? he was tired, and you were distracting, laughing and chatting away with these strangers—

“i didn’t mean to distract you. I came to—“

“I didn’t ask. so thanks, but you can leave now,” toji turns away from you, handing back the drink. “text me when you get ho—“ he glances over his shoulder to see you already grabbing your things and leaving.

he was praying that he didn’t fuck this up. especially when he didn’t get a text from you, of course he had to spam your phone with messages asking if you got home safely. was it a relief when he came home to see you already asleep?

“y/n?” his voice is low as he kneels beside the bed, palm gently holding your cute face. so soft. your eyes slowly open, brows pinched as you look at him. “why didn’t you text me?”

“didn’t wanna be a distraction,” your words laced with tired sarcasm.

toji drops his head, letting out a sigh. “seriously?”

“seriously, what?” you snap, sitting up on your elbow.

“it’s not a big deal. I was stressed,” toji’s hand drops on the mattress, as he rubs his eye.

“whatever,” you didn’t even want to bother anymore. you turn over, not wanting to talk to him, but the grip on your shoulder told you otherwise.

“you’re not done talking,” he looks at your pinched expression, clearly pissed off. “what do you want me to do? apologize?”

“you’re such a dick sometimes,” you push his hand away from you. “I was trying to support you, and you don’t even care.”

“I do care!” he groans, why is this so difficult for him? “I just don’t need every dude with a fucking dick, hitting on you—“

“do you not trust me?” you’re practically glaring, which toji hates.

“stupid ass question,” he huffs, standing up. “you don’t think I trust you?” he’s pulling off his dirty clothes, tossing them to the side.

“no I don’t think so,” you sit up, face hurting from how long you’ve been frowning.

“then you’re causing problems for no fucking reason!” he slams the bathroom door, causing the entire room to shake.

“dick,” you mutter, biting your cheek as you hug your legs.

the cold shower was honestly what he needed. once the freezing water hit his back, it ultimately cooled his heated mind. what the fuck did he just start?

“sweetheart?” toji dries his face as he steps out the bathroom. immediately noticing the empty bed. “fuck me.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” toji is pressing his face in your neck, big body hugging your small frame as the steam from the shower slowly slips out. you don’t answer, just twisting the knife even deeper. you were angry, still. “are you gonna come tomorrow?”

you squirt some moisturizer on your fingers, before rubbing it on your face. his chin rests on your shoulder as he watches you through the mirror. if only his fans saw how much of a baby he gets when you give him the silent treatment. he could almost cry right now.

“y/n, please,” his arm squeezes your middle tighter, his beefy arms completely latched onto you as you don’t even bother to meet his gaze. “i need you there.” he mutters quietly. he was so tired, so when you ignore him again he decides to pull himself away.

your heart clenched. were you being too mean? you crawl onto the bed after getting dressed, he’s already asleep. his chest rising and falling as he kept his arm outstretched, an unconscious habit once you started dating, the invitation for your body to snuggle into him, always there.

your fingers gently caress his cheek, sitting beside his chest as you watch the deep even breaths. he always looks so peaceful. his body exuded warmth, practically seducing you into his arms. you wondered if he’ll be alright. yes, you were giving him the cold shoulder, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care.

especially with his habit of fucking you. was he going to be alright. it wasn’t impossible for him not to fuck before a match, but if he didn’t, it usually made him more aggressive in the cage. a couple warnings from the referee was not uncommon.

your lips softly pressed against his, eyes closing as you felt his own lips push back. your heart skipped a beat…he always has this effect on you.

his arm snaked around your waist, laying you down as he immediately hugged your middle, letting your inviting arms hug his shoulders as you caressed his hair coaxing him to sleep.

the moment was so intimate. you almost forgot you were still angry with him. however, toji most certainly did not forget. especially as the stadium erupted in cheers and applause as the fans awaited their fighters.

you sat in the front row. of course you came, you knew how much he’s been training. this silent treatment shit was not going to stop you from still supporting him….but….you felt your heart ache for a moment….it still felt like shit. felt like shit when he wouldn’t acknowledge what you do for him—

“y/n,” tojis manager, shiu’s hand suddenly brought you back.

“what—“

“can you come with me?” shiu was already dragging you up, holding your shoulder as he escorted you.

“what’s wrong?”

“he won’t stop asking for you,” shiu was stressed, clearly. it was less than half an hour before the match, what could possible be wrong with toji?

“did something happen??” you’re suddenly panicking, moving quickly down the hallway. what’s wrong? is he injured? does he feel sick?

“I don’t know, he’s not answering anyone,” you’re bursting into the locker room, eyes immediately falling onto the fighter sitting on the bench, hunched over, face in his hands.

“toji?” you’re immediately leaning down, your hands carefully on top of his as you try to speak. “what’s wrong—“

“everyone out,” toji snaps, his team all looking at one another panicked.

“toji we need to get you ready—“

“everyone fucking out or I’m not doing this match!” he shouts, startling you, but you look over at shiu nodding your head. trying to give them some kind of reassurance.

“we’re waiting outside,” shiu rubs his face, as he closes the door behind the last person. your attention now shifting back to your boyfriend.

“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the lockers, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest—

“toji!” you gasp, breath heavy as you meet his gaze. “what’s going on—“

“I do need you,” he groans, aggressively shoving his shorts down to allow his very erect cock to spring out, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don’t ignore me again, i fucking hate it!” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining. “answer me—“

“toji, they’re outside—“ but he’s already pulling your panties off, lifting your skirt as he drags his fingers through your folds.

“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.

“you never apologized,” you turn your cheek away, disconnecting his lips from yours as you try and catch your breath. “I came here to support you, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you,” your jaw clenched, trying to hold your composure, only to yelp as you felt his teeth sink into your neck.

“you’re pissing me off,” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. “still have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.

“toji—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. so embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.

“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”

“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.

“you’re such a baby,” he laughs, eyes dark and lips curling, because this was not your toji, no. pre-match toji was a whole different person. he could not afford a single warning or a threat of disqualification in this match.

“I’m not, you’re just a dick—“

“what else?” he can’t help the heat rushing south as he hears your fueled words. suddenly pumping blood into his veins, and his dick.

“you’re mean, and you take me for granted. you don’t apologize unless I ignore you—“ toji groans, as he pumps his hefty cock to your words, still able to hold your up, as he aligns his pulsing cock with your dripping wet folds.

“how mad are you baby?” he’s practically panting.

“fuck you,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.

“fucking took out my eardrums, puppy,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the night before a match, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.

you were an absolute mess, crying and letting out broken moans as he pumped his hot cock in your tight hole.

“can’t talk anymore? thought you had so much to say, pup?” he’s sucking your lips, smiling at how swollen and used they’ve gotten as he picks up the pace. the lewd echoes bounced off the walls, your body burning from embarrassment, but it didn’t matter—

“to-toji….do ah hahh you….uh uh..need me?” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. such a mess in such a small time.

“of course I—ungh do,” his teeth pull at your bottom lip. kissing you over and over as he draws near his climax. your nails can’t help but dig into his shoulders, pulling at the skin as you feel bite at your neck. “you’re my biggest fucking fan, and I’ll always need you,” his jaw is clenching as he feels your pussy spasming around him. “you cummin’ pup?”

“mhm? ahh— mm oji!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. you’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.

“too much…ahhh—wait!” the lockers were shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.

“you’re everything, y/n,” your cheeks flare, you loved when he called you nicknames. but when he moans out your name, you can’t help the butterflies that break out. “I love you, so much,” his head tilts back as he shoves his hips deeper in, releasing warm globs of white cum into your warm pussy.

“don’t….ignore…me,” he sighs, thrusting more as you bite your lip, tears sliding down your cheeks as you feel the last bit of his heavy load finally come out as he pulls out. he still holds you up, pumping his cock to release the excess amount of cum on your nasty pussy.

“goes both ways,” you cup his cheeks, bringing him to your lips, smiling as he caresses your ass, giving it a firm slap.

you stumble on your feet, going over to the sink to rinse yourself down there. grabbing a towel—

“keep it in,” his lips nibble at your neck as he runs a hand down between your legs cupping your pussy. your cheeks sting, feeling his big fingers scoop at his cum and shoving it back in, your hand falling to his thick forearm as he pats your cute tummy with his other hand. “you’re my good luck charm, sweetheart,” he licks the bruise on your neck, dropping to his knees to kiss your pussy.

you almost whine, watching him smile up at you, desperate to hold in your composure, especially when he gives you a wink covering your cute little pussy with your panties, and giving it a cute kiss again.

your face was red as he called the team back in. no one said a word about what they obviously heard, especially with the way they avoided looking at you, specifically since toji was staring daggers at them for even asking you if you needed some water….I mean considering what they heard…

once they finished wrapping his gloves, shiu was escorting you back to your seat—

“y/n,” the soft call, immediately had your head turning. eyes so bright as he smiled…a gentle tug, that had your heart skipping a beat. “I am sorry.”

you can only nod, trying to keep your smile from taking over. “i know,” and so does he. all you wanted to know is that he felt remorseful, something that will acknowledge what he did and that he’ll do better, because that’s all you can ask for.

you definitely were a good luck charm. the moment the bell rang, announcing his win, the audience was going batshit crazy. people screaming, and cheering as flashes from photographers blinded the stadium.

everyone already knew his routine. it was even more gossip and cheers when they noticed the marks on his back—

pushing past the cameras and the annoying speakers, until he was jumping down from the cage and letting you leap into his arms, lips latching onto his as he held you up. the matching bruises was definitely something for twitter to run with.

“you liked it?” he muttered against your lips, only for your ears.

“ya! you always look so cool!” you gush, your cute smile sending his heart swelling, your words always hitting him. “I love seeing you fight! but you can be so mean.”

“how so?” he raises a brow.

“some rounds they can’t even catch a break,” you empathize.

“that’s the point, baby,” his hand unconsciously rubs your back, settling you down as you talk to him. your fingers unconsciously caressing the nape of his neck, careful of his own bruises.

“nuh-uh, the point is to have fun….and win—but like you know what I mean,” you roll your eyes, only to look back at toji hearing him laugh. your own lips curling into a smile.

“I guess so,” he dips his head, lips pressing to your warm cheek. “i just need you here to remind me.”

his arms wrap around you, lips brushing yours. “just stay with me…” his kiss was soft. “I’ll be better…just for you.”

he will. unless he wants to loose you. he can change for a princess.

just smt ab mma toji😫 so toxic but so sweet🥹

☆ - ̗̀✨ He's just Ken ✨ ̖́- ☆

guess who loves the season 3 op so much they redrew it in timeskip (this guy)

giving nanami a handjob ( NSFW, shameless use of ‘good girl’, just horny stuff, x potential visual )

nanami sits back against the couch, his posture still straight, but there’s a twitch in his jaw as he watches you carefully. you’re so eager, your eyes locked onto his, and he can see the way you want to please him. he’s trying to be patient, to guide you, but it’s becoming harder the longer you keep your eyes on him like that.

“you’ve got to learn to take your time,” he starts, voice calm but already thick with anticipation. his hands rest on your wrists, guiding you gently as you move them toward the waistband of his pants. “slow. steady. you want to feel every inch of me, don’t you?”

his words are enough to make your breath hitch. you nod, your fingers trembling just slightly as you unzip his pants, revealing the hard length of him. you wrap your hand around him, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, and nanami’s breath hitches.

“good,” he praises, but his tone is tight now, strained. he leans back, trying to keep himself composed, his eyes slipping shut for a moment. “just like that. move slowly.”

you follow his instruction, your strokes slow at first, more tentative, just getting a feel for him. you watch the way his body reacts—how his breath quickens, how his muscles tense. his hands tighten into fists by his sides, a silent effort to keep control, but his resolve is starting to crack.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. his eyes open, looking at you with a mix of admiration and need. “don’t rush. you’re doing so well, baby.”

you can see how much it’s affecting him, the way his lips part, the way his breath comes in sharp gasps. it makes you move a little faster, a little more confidently, until you’re stroking him in a rhythm that’s driving him mad.

his head tilts back, a low groan escaping him. “fuck, you’re perfect. don’t stop— just like that.” his hand comes up to grip your wrist, guiding your pace now, though there’s no harshness to it. it’s just… his need taking over.

you speed up, matching his desperation, and nanami’s breath catches in his throat. “good girl,” he repeats, this time with a dark edge to his voice. “you want me to come, don’t you?”

you nod, the heat building between you both, the urgency palpable in the air.

“keep going, keep fucking going,” he growls, and you obey, your hand moving faster now, the slickness of him making each stroke easier, smoother. his breathing is erratic now, his hands pulling at your hair, guiding you toward him, your lips crashing into his in a hungry kiss.

you can feel how badly he wants it, how his body reacts to each movement, to each stroke of your hand. it’s enough to push him over the edge, and he breaks—his body stiffening, his hands tightening around your wrist as he spills over your hand, his groan muffled by the kiss.

“good girl,” he breathes, pulling away just enough to look at you, his gaze heavy with satisfaction. “you fucking ruined me.”

you smile softly, your hand still gently holding him as he catches his breath. he strokes your cheek with his thumb, a moment of tenderness after everything that just happened.

“i’ll make it up to you,” he says, voice already husky again, as he pulls you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “promise.”

love me not! | plucked<< branching out >>broken twigs

pairings: baby daddy!Geto x f!reader x coworker!Nanami

content: MDNI, coworker AU, angst, accidental pregnancy, bullying, rivals-to-coparents, hidden baby trope(sorta), work crushes, pining

Asking for a favor from Nanami Kento was selfish.

But who else would help you?

Your thumb hit the call button you'd spent the past half-hour staring at between biting your nails and fiddling with what you wondered was the only ring you'd ever get to wear. He answered before you could continue lamenting on your current status as a single mom-to-be. Yet there was just a heavy pause, just static and silence greeting you.

"Um, hi, it's me," You cringed immediately. Of course he knew it was you, he had your fucking number.

"If this is about work, I would rather discuss it in-person during office hours." His voice was thick with exhaustion, his tone coming off clipped and cold.

"I'm sorry, it's, um, well," You stammered, face heating up while you tried to find it in you to spit the reason out.

"Is everything alright?" He sighed, and you couldn't help but wonder if the concern you detected was wishful thinking or really there.

"I've, uh, been applying to new jobs, and I was just hoping I could put you down for a reference," You mumbled into the phone, tucking it between your shoulder and your ear while you paced, a hand absentmindedly resting over your stomach. It hadn't started to grow or swell, but it still felt natural. Comforting. "You can say no, but-"

"You're resigning?" He interrupted your rambling, while you desperately tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

"Yeah, I am," You admitted. There were only so many days you could find excuses to work remote from, only so many times you could slip out to the bathroom to get sick discreetly before Suguru would notice your growing symptoms. You'd only been to the doctors once, an appointment where you got shoved in and shoved back with a packet on all the 'do's and 'don't's out after peeing in a cup and letting them prick your arm a bunch of times to take your blood.

And how long after that would it take him to piece together you were pregnant with his baby?

It wasn't that you were scared to tell him.

Honestly, you almost hoped he'd hate it if he knew. Would pull out a wad of cash and shove it at you or scoff at you for ever thinking he'd want to play daddy just because he knocked you up.

No, you were terrified of just how much of your life he'd be able to take over if he wanted this too. Would he want a say in what clothes your baby wore? Where they went to school and what doctors you went to? Demand the baby have his last name? Would he expect you to move in with him? Marry him?

Of all the things he managed to twist and turn his way since you met him, you refused to let this be one of them.

This baby was yours.

"Oh." There was a finality to Nanami's voice you disliked. As if your unrequited crush on him hadn't been the only reason you stayed working with that asshole for so long anyway. "You should already know its fine to use me."

You both knew you'd never be able to put Suguru down for a reference.

"Yeah?"

"You're an excellent worker," He easily replied. Any compliment from someone of his caliber felt like a kiss on broken skin, soothing the ache of your splintered self-esteem.

"Well, thanks, Nanami," You muttered, looking down at your feet while you kept pacing. "Really, I appreciate it."

"Do you already have something lined up?" He asked when you were waiting for a hurried goodbye, for him to hang up on you and get back to his probably peaceful night. You weren't sure what exactly he did with his free time - if he had friends he spent it with or someone waiting for him there. He never wore a ring on that fourth sturdy finger, which you would have definitely noticed after spending so much time staring at the veins on his hands while he typed.

"I have an interview tomorrow," You answered, reminding yourself that even if he wasn't taken, any interest he might've ever had would be snuffed out the second he found out you were pregnant.

"You'll do fine."

"You think so?" Fishing for what you wanted to hear was probably wrong, but you couldn't help yourself when his voice was on the other end.

"I'm sure of it," He simply said.

"Thanks," You bit back a smile while you softly replied. "Again."

"Good luck," He sounded so calm, almost confident, like he thought you might not even need it.

You hadn't expected him to be right.

But perhaps the universe was taking pity on you, getting you an official job offer two days later, at a place that provided better maternity leave and small pay bump anyway.

And when the next morning came, you spent ten minutes in the car tapping you fingers against the steering wheel before you worked up the nerve to go inside and deliver your resignation to HR instead of Suguru. They'd be the ones hiring to replace your position anyway. All telling him would do was give him another reason to treat you terribly before you left.

Although, you did sort of wish you could see his face the moment he found out - or be there when someone new was sitting at your desk.

Luck was funny though, because you heard it instead waiting for the elevator to open up so you could make your escape after you finished up your final day at work once your notice was up.

"What the hell is this?" Between all the anger and irritation, there was a tinge of panic to his deep voice too. Hurt hiding under the disgust. Your pulse might've been pounding, but pride was there too, flaring up under the surface at being the one who got the last laugh. "Why are you only telling me now?"

You couldn't make out the response of whoever he was talking to when he was still inside his office, not over the clicking of the keyboards and the quiet chatter of gossiping from your former co-workers.

Only Nanami was looking at you, his head cocked to the side in a strange stare like he could somehow see straight through you.

"You seriously didn't think to tell me sooner? What about a counteroffer?" Your attention shifted back over to the closed blinds of Suguru's office, trying to shut down the sliver of you surprised to discover you were worth more to him than you realized. All you'd ever been to him before was someone to use. But the ding! from the elevator doors opening pulled you back before your thoughts could linger there. "Fuck. Is she still here?"

You were already hitting the button for the first floor.

next chapter will be in Suguru's pov <33 | divider by @bronzewasp