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Caught in the middle
Summary: Toby and Cody are sent out on a recruiting mission. ‘Find the girl and bring her back here’ The Operator said. It was simple. Finding themselves now enrolled as college students as a cover up they find the girl. But, little do they know there’s so much more then meets the eye.
Warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of murder, mentions of bipolar and schizophrenia, readers a theatre kid, reader wears glasses, reader gets insulted, Cody’s a little mean, Toby’s a softie, I do believe that’s it!
Part 1 here
“F-Fuck, man. I forgot how draining th-this shit is.” Toby huffs, rubbing the back of his neck as he and Cody walk down the halls. His shoulders were slouched with exhaustion as he sighed dramatically. “Oh, cmon. It’s not that bad.” Cody retorts, patting Toby’s back. “Says th-the super genius.”
Cody only snorts in response, rolling his eyes amusedly. The two brothers navigate through the halls trying to find the office once more. “Jesus, this place is a maze.” Cody mumbles under his breath. “Y-Y-Yer tellin’ me.” Toby retorts, his eyes scanning the halls for any kind of sign that they’re going in the right direction.
After wandering around the building for ages they finally stumble across the front office. Walking in they see no sign of the girl. Cody walks up to one of the desks, there’s a small sign that reads ‘Ms. Davis’. “We’re looking for Y/N.” He casually states, looking around the room.
The woman at the desk could only be described as ‘grumpy’. Permanent frown lines crease on her forehead. Her brows perpetually furrowed. Her eyes were cold and her voice seemed to have a natural tinge of annoyance in it. She turns in her swivel chair and faces toward the back room.
“Four eyes! People are looking for you!” The woman calls out. Cody and Toby share a glance, their eyebrows furrowing in confusion. ‘Four eyes’? Because she wore glasses? Did a teacher seriously just call a student that?
Only a few seconds pass before you come scurrying out of the back room. Balancing a million papers and a stack of books in your arms. “Coming!” You call out, stumbling over to her desk. “I-I finished all the flyers for this week’s audition.” A small smile forms on your lips, Ms. Davis only huffs in response.
“It’s about time.” She rolls her eyes, snatching the papers from your hands. Toby watches as you flinch back at the motion—just slightly. He watches the way your eyes squeeze shut as you brace for an impact that never comes before blinking rapidly as if trying to reset your thoughts.
His neutral front falters at the sight. It hits a part of his heart that he keeps locked away. The Operator didn’t say much when Tobias asked why they were recruiting her, just that she was ‘one of them’. It didn’t make sense to him at first, the description was vague.
Bipolar? Schizophrenic? Just down right insane? There was a number of things that could have made her ‘like them’. If only the reason wasn’t abuse.
Don’t get it twisted—Tobias believes abuse is wrong on all fronts. However, hitting a woman was disgusting behavior and he was determined to kill every peace of shit wife beater out there. You think it’s okay to hit a girl half your size? Well, then Toby thinks it should be fine if he throws his hatchet into the back of your skull.
His shoulder jerks in a sudden tic, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he tries to calm himself down. Tobias always had a bleeding heart, as much as he wanted to deny it. Seeing you so meek and fragile made him angry. Not at you—but at the people who made you that way.
He moves without even realizing it, stepping in front of you and the teacher. “Th-Thanks for getting h-her. W-We’ll take it from h-here.” He coldly says, before turning back to face her. His voice softening almost immediately. “Could you sh-show us to our d-dorm?”
“Yeah, o-of course” you breathily say, as if shocked he stood up for you. You push your glasses back up and lead them out of the office. You were much quieter now, like when they first saw you. Keeping your head down and acting small. Toby hated that.
“Does sh-she always call you th-that? F-Four eyes?” He asks, walking beside you while Cody stays a few steps behind. You blink a few times as if processing his question. “Yeah, she does..” You say, your voice meek.
“B-But it’s just a joke! She doesn’t mean it.” The way you’re so quick to defend her makes Toby’s eyebrows furrow. “I don’t think it’s a joke.” Cody says with a small smirk. Toby looks back at him with a stern look, seemingly disappointed in his casual demeanor.
“Yeah, she s-seemed s-serious.” Toby reluctantly agrees. Your eyebrows furrow slightly. Biting the inside of your cheek as you keep quiet. Toby notices your inner turmoil and speaks again, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Sh-she shouldn’t talk t-to you l-l-like th-that.”
“I know..” you say after a few moments, your tone almost defeated. “But, she’s the theatre director. So, if I want any chance of being in a show—I have to take it.” You explain, shrugging casually. As if being bullied by a grown adult was normal for you. In a way, Toby supposed it was.
“You’re a theatre kid?” Cody snorts, obviously amused. Tobias speaks up, his voice almost stern as he subtly calls out Cody. “I think th-thats cool. Wh-What m-made you wanna join th-th—fuck—theatre?” You look up at Toby your eyes almost awe filled as if you couldn’t fathom the thought of someone being interested in knowing you.
“I’ve always loved theater. I saw a show when I was little at our local theater and I fell in love.” You say, smiling softly at the memory. Toby returns your smile with a small one of his own. “Th-That’s really cool.”
You and Toby chat back and forth on the way to the dorms. Cody watches from a few steps behind. What the hell was going on? Why was Toby being so friendly? Cody understood that they needed her to trust them for the recruit—but was this really necessary.
And the way Toby looked at him. His expression stern and disappointed. Toby never looked at Cody like that. Normally he’d back Cody up. They always took each other’s side.
Cody scoffs as you laugh at something Toby said. His face crinkles with disgust. There was no way he was gonna let some girl come between them. They’re brothers. Family comes first.
Finally they make it to the dorms. “Alright, you guys are on the third floor. Room B33. If you like I can walk you up there—” “No need.” Cody interrupts, grabbing Toby’s arm. “We’ll find it ourselves.” He says before beginning to drag Toby towards the elevator. Leaving you standing there with an almost disappointed expression.
Toby stumbles back as Cody drags him along. Waving bye to you with a small frown. “What th-the hell was th-that for?” Toby scoffs as they enter the elevator, pulling his arm free from Cody’s grasp. “She’s been up our ass all day. Don’t you want a break?” Cody huffs.
“N-No? It’s part of th-the m-mission?” Toby’s neck whips to the side with a sharp crack, another tic. Cody only rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall. “Well, I do. She’s annoying.” He scoffs, his eyes narrowing. “Wh-What’s your problem?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“You’re l-lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Y-You are. I k-know you.”
Cody bites the inside of his cheek. He hated this. Letting something affect him so much. This wasn’t him. He was cold, calculated.
“Can you just drop it?” Cody finally says, refusing to look up from the floor. Tobias sighs, deciding not to push any further. After a few more moments of awkward silence the elevator comes to a holt. Opening the doors to reveal the 3rd floor dorms.
The two boys walk down the halls without a word said from either one. They find hallway B and continue on until they reach room thirty-three. They walk in and scan the room. It was similar to their room back at the mansion.
There were two beds, one on each side of the room. A small bathroom was attached on the left side. Each bed had a small wooden desk next to it, and finally there was a miniature kitchen consisting of a mini fridge and a snack cart.
“N-Not to sh-shabby.” Tobias retorts, walking towards the right bed as that’s where his bed was at home. Cody says nothing as he approaches the left bed, sitting down and resting his arms on his knees. “You w-wanna help me grab our b-bags from the truck?” Tobias asks, looking over at Cody.
He receives no verbal response, only one firm nod. The two boys head back towards the elevator, down to the first floor, and outside towards their truck. The tension between them is thick. Suddenly, the brotherhood that was stronger than diamonds was beginning to melt like ice.
Hey…yes I know this is super late I had horrible writers block but I’m excited to continue writing for this series!! If you’d like to be added to a Taglist please comment :)
Twin when more caught in middle I'm drooling and crying lowk (no rush tho take ur time)
Hi! I honestly didn’t expect ‘Caught in the middle’ to gain this much attention >_< however, part two is currently in the works! If anyone would like to added to a Taglist please let me know :)
Edit: part 2 has been posted!
Been thinking about Toby coming home to find you and Cody in bed together without him… this turned out to be waay longer then i expected :p also first post of the yume blog!
Warnings: female genitalia, female reader, implied chubby reader. Unprotected penetration, cream pie, tit sucking, cum eating, oral (f!receiving), Toby cums in his boxers, after care, pet names such as: angel, sweetheart, baby, gorgeous, lots of praise, Cody and Toby being sweet boys who adore they’re lover<3
Toby had just come home from hunting. Walking in the front door of your shared cabin home only to see you’re not there waiting for him like you always are. Normally you’d be in the kitchen prepping for dinner or on the couch watching a movie with Cody but, neither of you are there.
He drops the deer he caught onto the kitchen floor, something you’ll scold him for later and begins to walk through the cabin. He checks the living room, the bathroom, Cody’s spare room for his lab. He can find you anywhere!
That is until he walks further down the hall and starts to hear your sweet, melodic…moans? Toby carefully creaks the door of your three’s shared bedroom open to get a peek of what’s happening inside. And oh boy, is it a pretty sight.
There you are; laid on your side, bare, with Cody’s chest pressed against your back. His arm holding up one of your legs as he cuddle fucks you from behind. His lips pressed against your neck as graceful moans spill from your plump pink lips.
Toby could already feel his cock start to throb in the confines of his jeans. He would feel betrayed if the sight wasn’t so beautiful. Your eye brows furrowed and your lips parted in a soft ‘o’ shape as your hole flutters around Cody’s cock.
Toby’s hand slides down to palm himself, still watching like a perv through the crack of the door. Soft pants leave his lips as he rubs his cock through his jeans. He bites his lower lip trying to muffle his moans but it’s to no avail. Cody perks up at the sound of Toby’s whimpers, they make eye contact through the crack of the door.
“Look at who’s watching, Angel. Should we give him a show?” Cody purrs in your ear. Your eyes dart over to the door, seeing Toby standing there with hunger in his eyes. You try to speak but Cody speeds up, causing a sharp moan to leave your lips.
Unable to control his hunger any longer Toby rids himself of his jacket, shirt and jeans. Leaving him and just his boxers as he makes his way over to you. He slide into the bed beside you, caging you in. Immediately his lips are on yours, muttering sweet praise in between sloppy kisses.
“You’re so pretty, angel.”
“Can’t get enough of you.”
“Always so good for us.”
He mumbles almost drunkenly, intoxicated by the taste of you. Toby kisses down your jaw, leaving a wet trail down your throat to the valley of your breasts. He sucks at the supple skin of your chest, purple bruises blooming under his lips. Once satisfied with the marks on your skin he latches onto a nipple. Suckling gently as he looks up at your pleasured face.
One of his hands reaches up to paw at your other boob, making sure to give them both equal attention. Your hand comes up to grip Toby’s hair, keeping his lips pressed against your chest. After a few minutes he switches to the other breast. Sucking and flicking his tongue just as he did to the other one.
You pant softly as the duel pleasure overtakes you. Your whines prolonging and your whimpers growing in volume as your orgasm builds. “Cmon, baby. I know you’re close.” Cody coos in your ear. Toby releases your nipple with a wet pop. “Please, sweetheart. Want you to cum, do it for me.” He pleads, one hand snaking down to circle your clit.
Cody speeds up his thrusts, his groans growing more frequent signaling his impending release. Your cunt clenches around him causing his hips to stutter. “Gonna fill you up nice and full. Make your cute tummy swell up with my cum.” Cody grunts in your ear, his thrusts growing sloppy.
Between their words and touch it’s enough to push you over the edge. A series of soft whimpers escape you as your orgasm hits. Your thighs spasm and your chest heaves as pleasure overwhelms you. Your vision going white as you squeeze your eyes shut. Toby watches your face contort in pleasure, almost in awe of your beauty.
Cody’s close behind you. Burying himself balls deep inside you as his seed spurts out, coating your inner walls. He pants in your ear, groaning about how good you feel as you clench hard around him. Cody’s cum seeps out of your hole, soaking your thighs and the sheets below.
They work you through your orgasm, whispering warm praises. “Good job, gorgeous. I’m so proud of you.” Cody leaves soft kisses on your neck and shoulder trailing down your back as he slows his pace, letting you recover. “You looked so pretty, angel. Always so beautiful.” Toby coos as he massages your body.
His hands slide across your thighs, gently squeezing the cellulite covered flesh before moving to your meaty hips. His large palms engulfing them, watching as the fat peaks through the gaps of his fingers. His hands then glide up to your chubby tummy. Smoothing over the stretch marks, worshipping all your so called ‘imperfections’.
Cody carefully pulls out of your quivering hole. Guiding you onto your back so he can see your pretty face. “There’s our girl.” He softly smiles, brushing your hair off your sweat slicked forehead. Toby nuzzles his cheek against your chest his hand still resting on your tummy.
“Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” Cody gets up off the bed and begins heading towards the bathroom. “No need.” Toby calls out. “I’ll clean her up.” He says, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your skin. “You‘ll let me clean you up, right, sweetheart?” He softly coos.
You’re still dazed from your intense orgasm but nod nonetheless, leaning into his palm. Toby smiles and presses a quick kiss to your lips. He slides off the mattress and kneels at the foot of the bed. Gently kissing your ankle, moving up towards your knee.
He hooks his arms under your knees and drags you towards him, causing you to yelp in surprise. “Oops, sorry, angel.” Toby sheepishly smiles before going back to pressing sloppy open mouthed kisses up your inner thigh. He presses one last kiss to the top of your mound before licking a stripe from your cum soaked hole all the way up to your clit.
Cody slides back into the bed beside you. Pulling your head against his chest as he takes his fingers through your sweaty hair. Cooing sweetly as you whine against his skin. “Good girl. You’re doing so good, letting Toby clean you up.” Cody presses soft kisses to the top of your head, holding you securely.
He slides his tongue in and out of your hole. Slurping up the mess between your thighs. Your hand shoots down to his hair, trying your best to be gentle despite the overstimulation. Your thighs quiver, threatening to close around his head. It doesn’t bother Toby one bit, he continues eating like it’s his full time job.
Slick and saliva drip down from the gash in his cheek, making a mess of his face. The sight only makes you more aroused. Seeing him so blissed out from giving you pleasure. Toby humps the foot of the bed, his cock aching for relief but he holds out for you.
“F-Fuck, baby. I’m close.” You whine, pulling at his brown locks. Toby moans against your cunt, seemingly excited at the thought of you cumming on his tongue. He doubles down on his actions. Sucking and slurping at your pussy as he frantically ruts against the bed, getting close to his own orgasm.
Toby wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it like it’s candy. The feeling of his tongue flicking across your sensitive nub is enough to send you barreling into a second orgasm. Your thighs clamp down around his head, your hips bucking against his face.
Toby whines into your cunt as you rub your pussy against his face. It’s enough to send him into his own orgasm. His hips stutter as he clumsily ruts against the mattress, cumming in his boxers. He drinks up your release once more, overstimulating your poor pussy.
You push his head away, your chest heaving as you pant for air. “Sorry, angel. You just taste so good.” Toby whines, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He climbs up onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist as he lays his head on your belly. Your hand moves to rake your nails across his scalp. Toby practically purrs at the feeling.
Cody keeps your head tucked against his chest, still carding his fingers through your hair. The three of you stay like that for a while. Simply basking in each other’s presence. Toby looks up at you, admiring how you look with the post-orgasm glow. He tilts his head just slightly to press his lips to your tummy.
“I’ll go draw a bath.” Cody says, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before standing up and sliding on his boxers. Toby stays with you on the bed, peppering soft, almost reverent kisses across your skin. You lay there boneless and worn out. However, you know you’ll be taken care of. Your boys are devoted to you after all.
Posted on my yumeship blog :p
I’ve kinda abandoned my dark content blog but I have posted dead dove stuff like Saints and Sinners on here before so I’m thinking about just keeping all my writing on one blog cause as much as I love writing Mean Mister Agent and His Tough Little Rookie I need to write something with less plot and more smut :p
So, thoughts on what smut I should start working on?
Which one?
Re2 step brother somno
Death island w/ bioweapon reader cnc
Re9 dads bsf w/ barely legal reader
Vendetta w/ bartender reader cnc
Mean mister agent and his tough little rookie part 8! I’m so sorry this took wayyy longer than I thought it would >_<
Warnings: Scott (readers father), lots of threats, threats of murder, mentions of a gun, a small part alludes to reader being molested, mentions of blood, Scott gets knocked out🙏🙏, I think that’s it?
Part 7, part 1
“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’ll take care of it.”
The words ring in your head as Leon gently removes you from his lap and digs his car keys out of his pocket. “Go out the back door and head to my car. I’ll be there soon, okay sweetheart?” He gently strokes your hair as he speaks. His tone warm and soothing.
“Yes, sir.” Your voice is hoarse from all the sobbing. A stark contrast to his. Leon leans down and tenderly kisses your forehead. “Atta girl.” He softly coos, patting your back and sending you on your way.
Leon stands there for a moment, taking a deep breath. ‘You can’t kill him. As much as you want to—you can’t.’ He thinks to himself. Rolling his shoulders as he mentally prepares to hold himself back from breaking your father’s jaw on sight.
‘All you have to do is get him angry enough to the point he swings first. That’ll be easy, right? You’re a smartass and people don’t like that. Just be yourself!’
The pep talk he gives himself is frowned upon but not inherently bad. After all, he’s right. Leon can hit Scott, he just can’t hit him first. After all, who wouldn’t wanna hit their ‘girlfriends’ piece of shit abuser? Leon definitely does.
He walks out of the locker room and down the hall to the front lobby. There he sees a man around his age fussing with a young desk lady who looks like she’s about to cry. Leon stands to his full height, no longer hunching his shoulders and approaches.
“What seems to be the issue?” Leon asks the young woman.
“U-Uhm, I was just trying to explain th-that—”
“I wanna see my daughter! I know she’s here.” Scott slurs out, pulling out a silver flask and bringing it to his lips.
Leon snatches the flask out of his hand. “Hey! The fuck was that for?!” “There’s no outside drinks allowed in the lobby. Especially not cheap whiskey.” Scott glares at Leon, snarling.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“The names Leon, and you are?”
“Scott Williams. Sergeant Scott Willams.”
Leon raises his eyebrow at Scott’s insistence of his title. He has to hold back a scoff, does he seriously think that earns him any respect? Leon lost all respect for that man the moment you told him about the hell he put you through.
Leon crosses his arms over his chest, smirking condescendingly. “Sergeant? Is that so?” He asks. “Yeah. Combat Medic. Served for 10 years.” Scott says proudly, like his career was impressive. Leon only scoffs in response causing Scott to scowl and huff.
“You think I’m joking?”
“No, i think you’re full of yourself.”
Scots eyes widen in response to Leon’s comment. His eyebrows furrowing as his scowl deepens.
“I don’t have time for this. I just wanna see my daughter.”
“And who’s your daughter?”
“Y/N Williams.”
The sound of her name with ‘Williams’ attached makes Leon shudder. She’d be better off having his last name instead.
“I’m sorry nobody by that name works here. We have a Y/N L/N but no Williams.”
“That’s her. She uses her mother’s last name.”
“Ah, well you won’t be seeing her anytime soon.”
“Is she alright?”
“She’s perfect, you just won’t be going anywhere near her.”
Leon’s gaze hardens as he stares down Scott, standing his ground. That bastard wasn’t going anywhere near his baby. He was her daddy now, and he was gonna make sure she would never have to see that man again.
“What the fuck do you mean I can’t see her?! She’s my daughter. I’ll see her if I goddamn want too!” Scott spits, taking a step towards Leon. “You gonna buck at me, Sergeant?” Leon scoffs, stepping chest to chest with Scott.
“Maybe I am, what’re you gonna do about it?” Scott snarls, getting nose to nose with him. It takes all of Leon’s self control not to deck him right then and there. The poor secretary had scurried off long ago, probably looking for someone to break up the potential fight.
“Listen, Scotty—can I call you ‘Scotty’?—you don’t want this fight.” Leon says matter of factly, like it was common knowledge not to test a seasoned agent. Scott tilts his head challengingly. “Why’re you protecting her? You like her or something?” Leon’s jaw tightens at the accusation, although he wasn’t wrong.
“That’s it, isn’t it? You’ve got the hots for my daughter.” Scott smirks. Leon’s fists clench at his sides, he takes a deep breath trying to calm himself. He can’t let this asshole win. “Hey, it’s okay. I get it. She looks just like her mother.”
Scott reaches into his pocket for something—probably a pack of smokes—but what comes out of his mouth next makes Leon snap.
“Although, she’s always been a ‘daddy’s girl’ if you know what I mean.”
Yeah, that’s it.
Before Scott can even finish his sentence Leon socks him in the jaw. You can hear the sickening crack of teeth being knocked loose. He grabs Scott’s wrists and tackles him down to the floor. One hand keeping Scott’s arms behind his back while the other keeps his cheek pressed against the hard floor of the lobby.
Leon lowers his head down to speak right in Scott’s ear. His voice low and menacing. “If you ever try to come near her again I will kill you.” That’s all he could get out before other agents came running over to see what all the commotion was. Leon immediately switches his act, putting on the Nobel role.
“He threatened me, then was reaching for something, thought I saw a gun.” Leon explains as he stands up, wiping off Scott’s blood on his slacks. Two other agents help Scott off the ground, taking him for medical attention and to be questioned.
“I’ll fill out an incident report tomorrow, I’ve got somebody waiting.” He explains to the other agents, excusing himself. Leon adjusts his tie before heading out the double doors and walking towards the parking lot. The paperwork could wait.
His girl was much more important.
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Sneak peek of Mean Mister Agent and His Tough Little Rookie part 8 🤭
We looooove possessive Leon<3
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cw ⌇ worship ◞ fingering ◞ overstimulation ◞ sharing
Everyone sees them as a duo.
Reo Mikage - the brilliant and hard driven football player. The kind of guy who walks into a room and draws every eye. The purple haired star wrapped in confidence and charm with a quiet hunger beneath. Then on the other hand you got Nagi Seishiro. Aloof, quiet and absolutely Unreal. A prodigy who barely lifts his head unless it’s worth his time. Genius written into the slope of his shoulders and the slow way he blinks, half-asleep even when he’s winning.
Two sides of the same coin that orbiting each other like gravity. Unstoppable. Unshakable. Untouchable.
But no one knows they’re not a duo at all - they’re a trio.
You’ve been their since the early days. Before blue lock and the fame. You’re theirs since back then when Reo’s voice was still full of self doubt and Nagi barely spoke at all. Back then when it was late nights and ramen and scraped knees. All while you tried figuring out what they wanted from the world.
Reo met you first.
He was unraveling fast. Rich and restless, halfway in love with the game, but already burning out from the pressure. He didn’t want someone to coddle him - no, he needed the challenge, and that’s what you gave him.
“You only lose if you quit, Reo,” you’ve told him once. Curled besides him with your fingers digging into his thigh. That alone might’ve bought his soul.
Then came Nagi.
Not once you tried to impress him. You also didn’t try flirting with him. You just made him omurice after a long and let him lay his head in your lap without saying a word. He liked that a lot. He liked you. He texted you at night complaining about Reo. About the world being too loud. He just wanted to nap with you under the safety of your bed covers and you let him. Each time.
Everyone thinks Reo and Nagi spend all their time together and they aren’t wrong. But the truth is, when they door closes and the world fades away, it isn’t just the two of them. It’s you between them.
Reo’s hand is tangled in your hair. Nagi’s soft lips pressed to your shoulder. Three breaths that are in sync. Three bodies pulled so tightly together it blurred the edges of where one ended and the other began.
They don’t share you with anyone else. Never. They don’t want to, because they’re so fucking selfish when it comes to you.
Reo calls you his goddess when he’s desperate. When he’s got your thighs over his shoulders, your nails digging into his back, when he’s fucking you so deep you can’t breathe through it.
He fucks you with an edge that makes you want to flee, want to pull him closer and everything in between. The selfish part of him wants to own every moan, every shake in your hips, every little cry that slips from your lips.
“C’mon, baby. Let me hear you. Let me feel you come.”
When he’s losing control of everything - his game, his drive, himself - he finds it again inside you. Buried in you, groaning your name to the ceiling - to the sky. Each time he’s holding your hips down, because you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.
And Nagi doesn’t say much, but he shows you. He touches you like worship. Fingers slow, knowing what they could do. His big palm spreading you open as he licks lazy, wet circles into your clit. Watching you blink, watching your mouth fall open, watching the tremble in your thighs. It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He’ll finger you through three orgasms without saying a word, just watching. Letting you squirm. Letting you soak his hand while he hums softly against your pussy like he’s bored, even though he’s rock hard the whole time.
“Mm. You’re shaking again,” he murmurs sometimes. “Feels good, huh?”
Sometimes they both have you. One of them in your mouth, groaning, fists tangled in your hair. While the other’s buried deep inside you, fucking up into your heat with slow, devastating thrusts that make your eyes roll back. They switch places halfway through. Over and over, like they can’t decide who gets the privilege of hearing you break next.
You’re a mess by the time they’re done. Hair tangled. Throat raw. Pussy dripping and red from getting stretched, fucked too often and creampied.
They love it.
“You’re ours,” Reo pants, kissing your temple between thrusts.
“Made for us,” Nagi echoes, dragging his tongue up your inner thigh.
You’ve come too many times to count and still, they don’t stop. They fuck you slow sometimes. One on either side, stroking your thighs, kissing your skin, whispering soft things as they move in sync. Like they’re trying to love you open instead of tear you apart.
“Doing so good for us, baby.”
“She’s so wet. You feel that, Reo?”
“Don’t stop. She can take it.”
You curl between them after. Raw and full and glowing. Nagi rests his head on your chest, his long limbs tangled around yours like a cat, his breath soft and steady as your fingers card through his snow-white hair. He falls asleep first. And Reo talks quietly, feverishly. About the future. About the next game. About how he’ll never be enough unless he earns this. Earns you. You rub circles into his back until his voice fades.
No one else knows. No one else gets to know. They shine in public. They dominate on the field.
But in private you’re what keeps them burning. Their anchor. Their obsession. The soft thing they fuck themselves into when the world gets too loud.
You belong to them and they’ve always belong to you.
Mjs the only reason I havent left the fandom yet
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Their contact pictures & where they were taken <3 > Where each creep’s reader lives !!
Party Rockers ✶
Slip Up ✶
Mr Steal Your Girl ✶
Miss You Through The Phone ✶ (The link for this one doesn’t work but you can see it if you click on the heart hotline tag & scroll <\\3 sorry for the inconvenience T3T)
Baby? Baby! ✶ ^ Follow Up
21 Can Ya’ Do Something For Me ✶
Heart-Stopper ✶
Picture This ✶
Too Close For Comfort ✶ -> The Sequel ✶
Bad Bitches To The Left ✶
Girl Bye ✶
Trustworthy Pal ‘O mine ✶
Bad Boy Down ✶
Smooth Talker ✶
Boy—Friend ✶
And Steve ✶
Ouchie ✶
False Accusations ✶
Pose ✶
Reporting For Duty ✶
Get Punked ✶
Confession O’ Clock ✶
Home-Base ✶
Orange You Glad ✶
Professor X ✶
Back To Back ✶
Total Persuasion ✶
Honorific’s ✶
Full House ✶
Tim: Call Me -> Beep Me -> If You Wanna -> Reach Me ✶
EJ: Got You On My Radar -> Soon You’re Gonna’ Be With Me -> My Strategy -> Strategy Will Get Ya’ Baby ✶
M-M-Monster ✶
Pedicure-Shmedicure ✶
Code Red ✶
Endearment ✶
Here Kitty-Kitty ✶
Plead The Fifth ✶
A Smooth Operator ✶
Too Candid ✶
Bad To The Bone ✶
Fresh Pump ✶
I’m Baby ✶
Down South ✶
Who ?! ✶
Long Drive ✶
String Theory ✶
Placid & Complacent ✶
Hoodie: E85 -> On The Highway -> And I’m Thinking -> That I Love Her ✶
Forest Ranger ✶
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THE WAY THEY WRITE TIM, TOBY BRIAN AND HABIT ACTUALLY KILL ME I NEED THEM SO BAD >_<
Guys I kinda wanna start a yumeship blog..
Edit:…I did it
Works i recommend - Resident Evil
All of these writers/creators are absolutely amazing and i highly recommend following them and showing them some appreciation for their work. I will more than likely update this post every once in a while with more fics I love.
Leon:
@tothelions - White Noise (so domestic i absolutely love this one)
@/tothelions - under neon lights (I love this one so much!!!! It captures vendetta Leon perfectly)
@/tothelions - you still have all of me (another really sweet one, everything they write is absolutely beautiful)
@julymist - quality control (I love it when my porn also gives me lore)
@/julymist - positive reinforcement (Puppy boy Leon<3)
@/julymist - YGBO. (I’ve only read the first part so far but trust I will be reading ALL of it)
@/julymist - I’ll give you a holy body (dead dove but delicious)
@girlwithadragonheart - big chested reader. (As a big titty lady this made me feel seen<3)
@/girlwithadragonheart - that damn quarter zip (reader and Leon equally thirst for each other and I love it)
@/girlwithadragonheart - bicep riding (it’s so yummy)
@/girlwithadragonheart - somno (it’s not everyone’s thing but it’s DEFINITELY mine)
@midnightsummerrain - you can see it with the lights out (genuinely such beautiful writing)
@/midnightsummerrain - just like you (I loooove re9 Leon x wife reader)
@/midnightsummerrain - just a touch of your love (touched starved Leon you have my heart)
@leonsleatherjacket - Salt and Pepper (AAHHH DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS SERIES.)
@/leonsleatherjacket - drabble for an upcoming series (I’m so excited for this omfg)
@lilacgrayskies - insatiable rookie!leon (so so yummy)
@lilacgrayskies - calling re2 leon a pretty boy (HES SO FUCKING CUTEEEE)
@fi1iat3rra3 - older neighbor Leon (I have no words to describe how much I love this fic.)
@multi-fandom-imagine - Rich Leon (I love a wealthy man)
@seribun - calling Leon ‘Scott’ (this and the the follow up are sooooo good)
@lolalov3s - Leon makes you squirt (omfg literally creamed the first time I read this.)
@/lolalov3s - Fine Wine (I loooove old man Leon he’s so respectful until he’s balls deep inside you then he’s so nasty)
@a-dsoagent - pretty please (normally I’m not one for rough sex but this is delicious.)
@ginsvault - He kept bringing me coffee (re2 Leon does not get enough love and they genuinely wrote him so well its beautiful)
@latenightcig - need to breed (dead dove, religious themes but so so yummy)
@alloftheimagines - stick to me like caramel (always been a fan of sex pollen fics but this definitely solidifies it.)
@chanif-art - resident evil master list (Not fics but I love these comic styles art ‘fics’ (for lack of a better term) and I looove how they draw older Leon)
@littledisasters - stray bullets and strays (read this from a recommendation in the comments and I’m so glad I did. Absolutely beautiful writing, I love the chaotic cat i love domestic Leon I love their dynamic.)
@tokkiwrites - retired hearts (YES YES YES I LOVE DADS BESTFRIEND’S LEON ITS SO GOOD OMFGGGGGGGGGGG)
@vinnyandthephenomena - desperate for you (I love puppyboy Leon so much omfg ESPECIALLY RE2 PUPPYBOY LEON)
@vinnyandthephenomena - resistance (MORE PUPPY LEON.)
@flirtingfawn - Leon with hyperspermia (didn’t even know this was a thing but Im actually obsessed with it.)
Got inspired by this post my lovely mutual reblogged so here’s a little Drabble :p vendetta Leon in mind but can be read as any
Warnings: gun mentioned, kinda angsty, uhhhh that’s it i think?
@tothelions
The winds howled outside causing tree branches to rattle against your window. The moon cast a white glow across the plains of your neighborhood. It was late, damn near midnight and Leon was no where to be found.
Where the hell had he gone? You had fallen asleep together after dinner and a movie. It was date night, after all. You knew Leon’s job could pull him away at any moment in time, but, wouldn’t he have woken you up and said goodbye?
Honestly, you loved the man with all your heart but he was so dense sometimes. Leon had a dangerous job, you both knew that. And you could cope with him being gone for weeks at a time—well, mostly—but leaving without a goodbye? That hurt.
What if something happened on the field? What if he got hurt? Or worse? What if you never saw him again? What if you never got a chance to say goodbye?
Anxiety starts to climb up your throat like sour bile. You shake your head to clear your thoughts. ‘No, Leon wouldn’t do that.’ You reassure yourself as you continue searching your apartment for any sign of him.
Is he in the kitchen making a drink? Nope, the lights are off and the fridge is closed.
In the living room fighting off nightmares? No, and part of you is relieved that maybe his past isn’t haunted him now like it does every other night.
In the bathroom taking a late night shower? Waters off and so are the lights.
Where the hell could he be? You start to worry once more. Paranoids thoughts spiraling in your mind as you fall down a rabbit hole of ‘what if’s. Images of Leon in different horrific situations flash in your mind.
What if he was taken? Kidnapped by rival agents? What if some bioweapon broke loose and took him? What if…he just wanted to leave? What if he didn’t wanna be with you anymore?
The sound of glass breaking pulls you from your trance. A sharp gasp escapes you as you turn to where the sound came from, your bedroom. Taking a shaky deep breath you quietly scurry over to the safe in the living room. Putting in the code and pulling out a spare gun Leon keeps hidden incase of an emergency.
You check the clip and make sure it’s loaded. Going through the steps just as Leon taught you. You keep the gun aimed at your bedroom door as you carefully approach. Maybe it’s Leon coming back from wherever he was. Or maybe it was whoever took Leon coming back for you.
Either way, you were determined not to end up someone’s victim. You carefully push open the bedroom door. The hinges creak quietly as it slowly swings open. At first glance everything looks normal—until you notice the broken window and small trail of blood leading to your closet.
You aim the gun at your closet door. Your heart thumping erratically in your chest. “I have a gun. Walk out slowly with your hands up.” You sternly say. Keeping a cold facade despite the fear lacing your nerves.
The only reply you receive is a low growl, more animalistic than human. The door slowly creaks open, you’re not able to make out anything in the darkness. Until, out of the shadows steps a beast.
Thick black fur, blue piercing eyes. It towers over you with a deep, rumbling growl. It snarls at you, teeth bared and eyes cut as it looks down at you like a predator finding meek prey. The fur on its arm is matted with blood, it likely injured itself coming in the window.
‘This can’t be real. Werewolves aren’t real.’
The thoughts legitimacy starts to waver as you take in the beast in front of you. Your eyes start to well up with tears. Is this what happened to Leon? Was he taken and mauled by the beast in front of you?
Your grip on the guns falters causing it to go clattering onto the floor. You take a step back, stepping on a piece of broken glass. The pain surging through your foot causes you to fall back onto the floor.
You look up at the beast in fear, searching its eyes for any sign of mercy. You think to yourself ‘This is it.’ And just when you brace for impact—eyes squeezed shut and your body tense as a coil—something happens.
The sound of bones cracking and snapping fill the room, but they’re not yours. You keep your eyes shut, terrified as to what might come next. You hold your breath, praying to whatever deity that might be listening to have mercy when suddenly—
“Baby..?”
—You hear Leon’s voice. Your eyes shoot open and suddenly he’s there in front of you, the beast nowhere to be seen. Except he’s different from when you last saw him. His dark hair now accompanied by two fluffy ears. And tucked between his legs is a black fluffy tail.
Your mouth falls open but the words don’t come out. After all, what can you even say? Leon crouches down in front of you, slowly reaching his hands out. “Hey, it’s okay sweetheart. It’s me.”
He says calmly. You take in his full appearance, noticing a gash on his arm. It’s jagged, like it was made by broken glass. You look back up at him. Your breathing shaky and your eyes wide with a mix of fear and confusion.
“L-Leon..?” Your voice is shaky when the words finally fall. It only takes a moment before your instincts kick in and you practically throw yourself into his arms. Wrapping your arms around his neck as you sob into his shoulder.
“Shhh, you’re okay, baby. It’s alright.” He softly coos in your ear. His arms wrapping around you like steel bands despite the throbbing in his arm from the gash. “Leon, I-I—” You try to speak but the words fail you.
“I know, sweetheart. I know. I’ve got a lot of explaining to do..” Leon’s voice is filled regret as he speaks. He feels guilty for not only scaring you but from hiding this secret for so long. He thought he was protecting you but, it only seemed to hurt you in the long run.
He continues to hold you in his arms as you gradually calm down. Breathing in his familiar scent as a way to ground yourself. After a while he pulls back to look at you. Cupping your cheek in his hand as his thumb gently caresses your skin.
“I’m sorry..” He says ashamedly. “I should have told you a long time ago.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before pressing his against yours. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Your hands reach to frame his face. One moving to trace the edge of one of the fluffy wolf ears sitting atop his head. “It only scared me cause i didn’t know it was you..” You quietly say, voice hoarse from crying.
Leon leans into your touch. His tail wagging despite his best efforts to stop it. “I actually kinda like you like this.” You tease, fully petting his ears. “Yeah? Well you only get it when it’s a full moon so enjoy it while it lasts.” He retorts.
Okay that’s all I feel like writing hope you enjoy :3
Mean Mister Agent and His Tough Little Rookie part 7!! I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted chapter 6 but I’m back with more!
Warnings: casual use of ‘daddy’, reader has a meltdown, lots of praise and reassurance, pet names such as sweetheart, baby, sweet girl, my girl, princess, 1 use of y/n, reader very obviously has ptsd from her childhood, i think that’s it?
Part 6 here, part 1 here part 8 here
It’s been about a month since that night and your relationship with Leon has changed completely. Of course while at the office he still acts as your superior but, behind closed doors? It’s a completely different story.
Neither of you outright said what your relationship was. There were no labels, no expectations. Only the two of you knew what you were, and you both were perfectly fine with just knowing you were his.
Leon cherished you. He worshipped the ground you walked on. He was could never wrap his head around how someone as beautiful and kindhearted as you could want a grumpy old man like himself. Although, he wasn’t complaining, not in the slightest.
You were his baby, his princess. His sweet girl with a broken heart. Leon had felt things like this before. A fleeting crush on Claire, a trauma bond with Ada. Nonetheless, it wasn’t real.
Not like what he had with you. Despite only getting close 5 months ago, your relationship has bloomed into a delicate little flower he kept rooted in his heart. You were his star in the surrounding dark. A breath of fresh air while he was drowning in whiskey.
Leon always had a hero complex. His dream was to be a martyr. Always throwing himself into the fire like he couldn’t feel the burn. Blasting bullet after bullet like he couldn’t care less about the ricochet. But now?
Now he’s careful. Not cowardly, just smarter than he was before. Because now he was a reason to want to come home. After all, how could he leave his sweet baby all alone with no one to take care of her?
Which is exactly why when he got a text from her—a blunt ‘I need you.’—he was already on his way to her. He walked down the halls of the DSO all the way to the locker rooms. Knocking on the door and calling out for her before walking in—he was a gentleman, after all.
“Y/N? Everything okay in there?” He lets out a grunt of surprise as the door flies open and you drag him inside. Your arms wrapping tightly around his torso as you sob into his chest. His big arms immediately engulf your trembling form, one hand moving to cradle the back of your head.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay. Daddys here, it’ll be okay.” He softly coos, pressing kiss after kiss to the crown of your head. He reaches behind him to lock the door before hooking his hands under your thighs lifting you in his arms. “You’re alright, baby. I’m right here.” He walks over to one of the benches, sitting down with you in his lap.
Despite his soothing voice and sweet words you were inconsolable. Whatever had upset you it was serious. He could feel his heart breaking. Seeing his sweet little girl so distraught, hearing her hyperventilating between choked our sobs. It killed him.
“Sweetheart? I need you to breathe for me, okay?” His tone is gentle as he speaks right in your ear. His hand cradling the base of your skull moving to rake your hair soothingly. “I know it’s hard, but I need you to breathe. Can you do that? Can you take a deep breath for daddy?”
You nod your head between sobs, shifting hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Alright, with me. Deep breath in..”—you copy his exaggerated actions, inhaling shakily.—“Good girl, and out..” You exhale between sobs.
One hand sliding down to his chest to press flat against his ribs. Feeling the rise and fall of his lungs and matching the rhythm as best you can. Leon continues to run his fingers through your hair as you copy his breathing. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he does so.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby.”
“You’re making daddy proud.”
“It’s all gonna be okay, sweetheart.”
“Daddy’s here, sweet girl. Daddy’s here.”
After a few minutes of shaky but consistent breathing Leon pulls back enough to look at you. His hand in your hair moving to cup your cheek. “There’s my girl..” He whispers softly. His thumb tenderly rubbing your cheek.
“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” He carefully asks, not wanting to re-trigger your meltdown. He watches as your eyes begin to water once more. Your bottom lip trembling as you try to speak.
“H-He’s here..”
“Who’s here, sweetheart?”
“My dad.”
Leon’s eyes widen just slightly, almost imperceptible. His hand pausing on your cheek for just a fraction of a second before pulling you closer. Cradling you against his chest before whispering in your ear.
“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’ll take care of it”
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Lil sneak peek to get everyone excited again, who’s ready for Mean Mister Agent and His Tough Little Rookie chapter 7!!
Taglist: @cakeofhorrors @soft-bunnism @theislandprincessss @ordelixx @always-full-ossuary @or4ng3y @d4ihen @typical-ukraine @girlwithadragonheart @dyingsweetmackerel @mikasaackerman728 @leondobefinesh1t @comeondonthide @pyrocrow243 @Wriosmilk
Mean Mister Agent and His Tough Little Rookie mood boards cause I’m writing chapter 7 and need inspiration :p
LEON:
READER:
Mean Mister Agent and His Tough Little Rookie mood boards cause I’m writing chapter 7 and need inspiration :p
LEON:
Got a tag from @tothelions and @julymist !! Thank you lovies<3
Dream rotation except there’s no pattern my taste in men is very diverse >_<
Here’s the template for those who wanna join!
No pressure tags!: @astrathestrawberry @girlwithadragonheart @midnightsummerrain @cravethevillain @leonsleatherjacket
