Besides the occasional sound of a car passing by or of the crickets chirping into the night sky, barely any noise can be heard from the world outside. Any other person would probably be in deep slumber by now, but Kaiser can’t bring himself to go to bed despite all the exhaustion coursing through his body.
His sleep was rudely interrupted by the cries of his 4 month son echoing from the baby monitor installed in your shared bedroom. He has always been a light-sleeper, so on the first whine he was already up and walking towards the nursery as fast as possible to shush the infant, while trying his best not to wake you in the process, because he knows you are more worn out than he is. Between late night feedings and diaper changes, there was no time left for relaxation for the two of you. Especially for you, as the baby seems to be more attached to you and wants to be in your arms 24/7 — Your son is growing to be very high maintenance it seems, guess he gets it from his father.
Even after attending to his son’s needs and watching the infant fall asleep in his arms, Michael didn’t not put him back in the crib and trudge back to bed.
Instead, he sat on the armchair adjacent to it while holding the sleeping baby in his arms and just gazed upon him. Watching how his chest raised up and down as he snored like he’s the one who pays the bills and how his cute face looked under the moonlight and the light coming from the blue night light plugged next to the chair.
Michael is still in disbelief that this is his life now. He never pictured this exact scenario in his life before.
All he ever thought about since day one was himself, because no one else ever did. He put all his focus on football and success, believing this would be his path to true enlightenment, and for a good while it was, but being loved by you gave him a sense of fulfillment that was different than scoring the 300th goal of his career or being awarded with his first ballon d’Or at the age of 24.
And you loved him enough to actually stay with him even when he’s hard to grasp and an enigma to others. You loved him enough to give him something he never had before — a family.
Michael is not going to lie. When you first told him that you were expecting, he was petrified and even hoped for a split second that he was just hallucinating, but now that he’s here, that initial doubt has faded away.
His son makes a gurgling sound that takes him away from the tangent his brain went to and brings back the focus to the present moment.
It’s funny how even at 4 months only you can already see Michael's features on his son. He really stole his whole face…who would have thought that something so pure and angelic could look like Michael Kaiser of all people? How a man who’s so flawed like him managed to create a thing so perfect like this is something Michael has yet to understand…
“Michael?” His eyes turn to the door at the sound of your groggy voice, “What are you doing?
“He was crying,” He says, adjusting the baby in his arms. “I came to check on him. Now, why are you awake?”
“...You weren’t there anymore. So I couldn’t sleep.” It’s amusing how even after years together, you still crave his presence as if you’re still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship. “Are you coming back to bed now?”
“I am,” his gaze shifts back to your son. “But I want him to sleep in our room tonight. You know, in case he cries again.”
You smiled. “I’m fine with that. C’mon, let' s go. I’m about to pass out here.”
“Yeah, you look rough.”
“You don’t look much better y’know that, right?”
“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just go.”
And then the three of you leave together, ready to take advantage of the few hours of peace and quiet you’ll have before your son wakes up again.
Yeah, raising a child is not the easiest task nor something he ever thought he’d be doing ever, but now, Michael thinks he can never go back to how things were before you and your son were in his life.
starring — Hugo Vivien x reader
abstract — you and hugo have crushes on each other, but you're both just so clueless! content — fluff + julien loki cameo wc — 0.9k + 2 smau pics
an — I'll make a pt 2 of this later <3 ty to everyone who voted on my last poll!
You see Hugo very often in your day to day life and it’s starting to get harder to pretend you don’t feel something whenever you two are together.
It’s almost as if this man spawns everywhere you go. You see him in your lectures during the day, you see him practice on the way back to your dorm when you pass by the campus’ football field, and you can’t even escape him when you arrive in the dorms because Loki insists on bringing him over to hang out in the shared area after practice hours.
Now, it’s not like being around Hugo is bad or anything like that.
He’s chill, he has a…unique personality so to speak, but he’s good company regardless. Sometimes when Loki brings his team over to hang out in the shared living room, he invites you to stay with them for the night. He's actually a very talkative guy you noticed, which was quite surprising taking in account that when you first saw him, he was sitting in the corner of the lecture hall, alone with his nose stuck in a book and with a not so inviting aura surrounding him.
But after speaking to him a couple of times, that misconception you had of him was soon discarded and replaced by this growing feeling in your chest that makes it feel as if it is about to pop whenever you try to make small talk with him.
You've never been one to get all shy easily, but there’s something about the way he looks at you when you’re talking or the feeling of his knee touching yours when he’s sat next to you on the sofa during your hangouts that makes you slightly nervous to be around him and it’s starting to become very hard to not make that too obvious…
“He just texted me saying this,” you point your phone at Loki, who just sighs and reads the text before rolling his eyes.
“What am I supposed to say now? Wait, should I even respond immediately? I don't want to look desperate…” You and your dear housemate, were in the kitchen alone after staying up late with a few of his teammates again. After a while of contemplating and self doubt, you finally gathered enough courage to ask for Hugo’s number.
He ended up not only giving you his number, but his private instagram also and you felt like you hit the jackpot tonight.
But now that he has sent you a message, the feelings of self doubt are back gnawing stronger than ever.
“God…You two actually irritate me so much,” he sounds exasperated, because, what you don’t know, is that besides having to deal with your growing crush on his teammate, he also has to deal with him talking about you too during practice. He lost count of how many times he heard the phrase “did they ask about me?” when he’s taking his break in the benches with the other male in between drills.
“I don’t know [Name]...figure it out.” The other man says, clearly not impressed with all your drama. “I’m too tired for this, don’t piss me off.”
“C’mon Julien! Don’t be a dickhead now, help me out!” He still doesn’t look like he cares much about your “predicament” “Please, you know the guy better than I do…”
“Yeah, I do. But I don’t want him, you do. So figure it out yourself.” He’s already walking up the stairs and leaving alone in the kitchen. “You shouldn’t be making this much drama over this at your big age anyways…”
“ ‘K then, leave me alone now of all times. But don’t come for me when you need help with something one day…” You just hear a very passive-aggressive “goodnight” from above the staircase followed by the sound of a door shutting.
‘Whatever, I can figure this out myself’ Or so you thought…
Fifteen minutes later, you’re still sitting on the kitchen aisle pondering on how to answer his text. Sounds ridiculous right? You’re grown, yet here you are pondering how to text a guy you fancy like you’re back in year 10 or something.
Loki was right, at your big age you shouldn’t be making this much drama over a guy.
‘Maybe it’s better if I answer tomorrow…it’s late anyways’ you start making your way towards the stairs so you can go to your dorm room, but your eyes land on a foreign object left beside one of the couches.
Curiosity gets the best of you and you go see what it is just to see.
‘Now who the hell left their whole gym bag here…’ you pick the duffle bag from its spot on the floor and see there’s a name embroidered on it.
VIVIEN HUGO
Shit. No way he forgot his bag here. Maybe Loki is still awake and you can tell him to give it back to him tomorrow—
Or…you could give it back to him tomorrow yourself?
You unlock your phone and open Hugo’s chat and start typing before you have the time to start doubting yourself again.
It’s a little long, but it’s already better than nothing. He’ll probably not answer anytime soon so you should decide to finally go to bed now, with your heart a bit lighter—
Brrt
Damn. That was fast.
Hey... that wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be.
Better go to bed then, you don’t want to show to class tomorrow looking crazy from lack of sleep after all.
an II — edit: had to fix the images so many times cus the formattingwas all wrong and weird :(
꒰ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ you finally have a sweet moment with enjin… until the kids show up.
the common room was quiet at this hour. most of the cleaners went already to bed.
you sat curled up on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, absentmindedly flipping through a book you hadn’t really been reading for the past ten minutes. your thoughts kept drifting, heavy with that strange kind of loneliness that only showed up at night.
the door creaked open. you glanced up, expecting maybe one of the others grabbing water or a late snack. instead, enjin stepped in. his presence filled the doorway for a second before he shut it quietly behind him, like he didn’t want to disturb the calm.
“couldn’t sleep?” you asked softly.
he shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked over. “something like that.”
he dropped down onto the couch beside you, his warmth brushed against your side.
it was comforting.
“you’ve been sitting here long?” he asked after a moment.
“a bit,” you admitted. “wasn’t really tired.”
he hummed in understanding, leaning back, his arm resting along the back of the couch behind you.
you talked after that about nothing and everything. things that didn’t matter in the daylight but somehow felt bigger in the quiet of the night. he made a few dry comments that pulled soft laughs out of you, and you caught him watching you once or twice when he thought you weren’t looking.
what came next happened so simply it almost didn’t register at first.
your hand shifted on the couch. his did too. your fingers brushed.
it was barely a touch, but it sent a strange warmth up your arm, settling somewhere in your chest.
you glanced at him and he was already looking at you.
for a second, neither of you moved. like the moment balanced on a thin edge, waiting to tip one way or the other.
your fingers shifted again. in return his hand shifted, giving you the chance to pull away.
you didn’t, and then your fingers laced together.
your breath caught, and a soft blush covered your face.
enjin’s grip tightened a little. his thumb brushed faintly over your knuckles, almost absentminded, but the gesture felt anything but casual.
the space between you shrank. you hadn’t even realized you were leaning in until you felt his warm breath, until his face came closer. so close you could see the subtle tension in his expression, the way his eyes flickered down to your lips before returning to your gaze.
“you sure…?” he murmured and you nodded.
he leaned in closer. your eyes fell close as you felt the brush of his warm, rough lips—
and the door slammed open.
“oi!! you’re still awake, right—”
you jerked back instantly, your hand flying out of his as if burned.
guita stood in the doorway, wide awake and way too energetic for the hour, with rudo leaning against the frame behind him and dear peeking over his shoulder.
“we couldn’t sleep,” guita continued. “so we figured—oh!”
her eyes flicked between you and enjin. rudo raised a brow. guita blinked once… twice… and then grinned way too knowingly.
“are we interrupting something?”
“no,” you and enjin said at the exact same time.
sure, sure. not defensive at all.
your face burned so brightly. enjin cleared his throat, leaning back into the couch like nothing had happened, though the tips of his ears were unmistakably red.
“we were just talking,” he said.
“mhmm,” guita hummed, completely unconvinced as she plopped down on the opposite couch. “cool. then we’ll join.”
dear immediately sat beside you like he always did. rudo followed more slowly as he eyed the two of you suspiciously - especially enjin.
the moment was gone.
you dared a glance at enjin. he was already looking at you again. this time, while still soft, frustration and embarrassment bled into his expression.
his hand moved on the cushion again and brushed yours for a fleeting second before pulling away completely.
your heart skipped as you smiled to yourself. yeah, the moment was ruined, but this wasn’t the end of it.
a/n: rewrite of this post bc i think i was too in my feels (from writing for spider of tokyo) and ended up making it emotional and upsetting for some, i deeply apologize 💔
maybe i shouldn’t write after a long exhausting 8-hour day of work…
synopsis: where YOU won't stop glazing YOUR girl best friend (you're like borderline gay for her ngl) + the boys' reaction to this (they’re dramatic about it).
it starts so normal. you’re all talking about training, tactics, mental game – classic isagi powerpoint brain. he’s mid-sentence explaining some five-step galaxy-brain read when you go, “oh my gosh wait that reminds me of my best friend.”
isagi pauses. blinks. politely nods. he thinks this is a quick anecdote. poor guy.
you immediately derail into how your best friend is insanely smart, but in a way that makes people feel comfortable. like she explains things and suddenly you’re like wait… i understand… am i unlocked?
isagi’s smile gets tight. because this is supposed to be HIS thing.
you keep going. how she remembers everything – birthdays, favorite snacks, offhand comments from six months ago. how she once knew you were sad just by the way you said “yeah.”
isagi is now internally screaming. because that’s emotional intelligence he can’t diagram.
he tries to recover. “right, so about the match–”
you cut him off immediately. “no because the way she supports people? like she believes in me so hard it’s actually scary.”
isagi is sweating. spiritually. because now he’s comparing himself.
finally, very carefully, “… are you in love with her?”
you laugh. “don’t be ridiculous.” pause. “… i would take a bullet for her though.”
isagi stares at you like he needs to sit down. he does not know how to compete with this.
itoshi rin
rin does not react at first. arms crossed, zoning out, pretending not to hear you gush about how your best friend is effortlessly cool without even trying.
then you mention how she’s brutally honest but never cruel. just sharp. precise.
rin’s eyes flick over. dammit.
you keep talking. how she hates fake people. how she reads a room instantly. how she doesn’t waste energy on people who don’t matter.
rin is listening now. he hates that he’s listening.
you casually add that she once looked at someone and said, “you’re loud for no reason.”
rin’s mouth twitches. barely. if anyone asks, it didn’t.
“why are you talking about her like that,” he snaps.
you frown. “like what?”
“… like she’s perfect.”
you scoff. “because she kind of is?”
rin’s aura drops ten degrees. because he cannot stand that you’re glazing another human being this hard, ESPECIALLY one he hasn’t even met.
later, under his breath, “she better actually be that impressive.”
translation: he’s already decided she’s a rival.
itoshi sae
sae clocks it immediately. the second you start a sentence with “my best friend–” he knows what’s coming.
you talk about how she carries herself with insane confidence. not loud, not flashy, just unshakeable. like she knows her worth and doesn’t negotiate it.
sae raises an eyebrow. okay. interesting.
you go on about how she’s calm under pressure, doesn’t chase validation, doesn’t entertain nonsense. how she’s allergic to bullshit.
sae sips his drink slowly. thinking.
“you admire her,” he says flatly.
“admire?” you laugh. “sae, i’d commit a felony for her.”
he exhales through his nose. because that is not admiration. that is loyalty bordering on worship.
“no one’s that great,” he says.
you immediately defend her like a lawyer who’s been paid in blood. “first of all, you don’t know her. second of all, yes she is.”
sae starts watching you instead of listening. because the way you talk about her is… intense.
“if she ever disappoints you,” he says, “you’ll be unbearable.”
you smile calmly. “she won’t.”
sae hates that you say it like a fact.
nagi seishiro
nagi is half asleep while you’re talking about how your best friend is pretty without trying and somehow looks good in literally anything.
“sounds tiring,” he mutters.
you gasp. offended. “no. that’s the thing. she doesn’t try.”
you show him a picture.
nagi opens one eye. pauses. opens the other.
“… oh.”
encouraged, you immediately add how she’s funny without meaning to be. how she’ll say something completely normal and everyone around her is losing it.
nagi looks at the phone again. “yeah. i get it.”
you keep going. soft but strong. gentle, but will verbally ruin someone if needed. smells nice. comforting presence.
“are you sure you’re just friends,” nagi asks lazily.
“don’t make it weird,” you say, after making it deeply weird.
nagi decides this is too much effort and mentally categorizes her as important person who makes you insane.
later, unprompted: “… i could still beat her at games though.”
mikage reo
reo thinks this is funny at first. he’s smiling, nodding, encouraging you. “wow, she sounds incredible.”
fatal mistake.
you launch into a full thesis about how loyal she is. how she shows up no matter what. how she loves deeply and deserves everything good in the world.
reo’s smile slowly fades. because this is no longer casual.
“honestly,” you say, “if she asked me to run away with her, i’d pack immediately.”
reo laughs too loud. “haha okay that’s–”
“i’m serious.”
silence.
reo looks at you. then around. then back at you. he is doing math he does not enjoy.
“so where do i rank,” he asks, jokingly. not joking.
you tilt your head. “don’t make this a competition.”
wrong answer.
reo becomes instantly dramatic. “wow. so i lose to a girl who isn’t even here.”
he now insists on meeting her. immediately. to “understand the hype.”
spoiler: he will feel threatened within five minutes and hate that he kinda vibes with her.
bachira meguru
bachira is actually excited at first. you say “my best friend–” and he leans in like oooh tell me more. big mistake.
you start describing how your best friend has this energy that just pulls people in. like she walks into a room and suddenly everything feels lighter.
bachira’s eyes sparkle. “oh! like a good monster?”
“exactly like a good monster,” you say immediately, because of course you agree.
now you’re talking about how she understands people without needing explanations. how she just gets you. how being around her makes your brain quiet.
bachira is nodding. aggressively. “that’s so cool! i like her already.”
you pull out your phone. “wait you HAVE to see her.”
bachira looks at the picture and gasps. genuinely gasps. “WHOA. she’s pretty like you!”
you don’t deny it. “yeah. she’s insane. inside and out.”
bachira grins like he just found a new favorite thing. “can i be friends with her, too?”
this somehow makes everything worse because now you’re like “oh my gosh she’d LOVE you” and start listing reasons for five straight minutes.
bachira is now emotionally attached to a woman he has never met. the boys are begging you to stop. he will not help them.
shidou ryusei
shidou’s got it instantly. the tone. the devotion. the borderline feral energy.
you start talking about how your best friend is strong – not just emotionally, but like she stands her ground. doesn’t back down. doesn’t shrink.
shidou’s grin gets sharp. “oh?”
you keep going. how she’ll look someone dead in the eye and not flinch. how she’s not scared of being disliked. how she’s intense when she cares.
“damn,” shidou says. “you’re obsessed.”
you don’t even deny it. “yeah.”
that’s when shidou loses it.
“so you’d fight for her?”
“without hesitation.”
“die for her?”
“gladly.”
shidou throws his head back laughing. “HAHAH– oh you’re serious.”
he suddenly decides this is hot. not in a normal way. in a shidou way.
“i gotta meet her,” he says. “anyone who has you this whipped must be insane.”
he spends the rest of the day yelling “gluck gluck gluck!”
you do not correct him.
karasu tabito
karasu pretends he doesn’t care. keyword: pretends.
you mention your best friend in passing and he immediately clocks the pattern. again?
you talk about how she’s observant. how she notices power dynamics instantly. how she knows when to speak and when to stay quiet.
karasu hums. intrigued despite himself.
you add how she’s funny, but lowkey about it. dry humor. perfectly timed comments. never tries too hard.
karasu squints. “she sounds annoying.”
you smile. “she’d clock you in ten seconds.”
karasu pauses. then laughs. “yeah? i’d like to see that.”
you immediately say, “she already wouldn’t like you.”
he chokes. actually chokes.
“why not?”
“you talk too much when you’re insecure.”
silence.
karasu stares at you. “… does she psychoanalyze people?”
“for fun.”
karasu is now both threatened and deeply curious.
“introduce me,” he says. “i wanna see if she reads me right.”
congratulations. you just gave him a new enemy.
kaiser michael
kaiser clocks it the third time you say “my best friend” in one conversation and immediately goes, “… is she paying rent in your mouth or what.”
you ignore him and continue talking about how your best friend walks into rooms like she owns the place without even trying.
kaiser laughs. fake laugh. “right. so she’s a myth.”
“no,” you say earnestly. “she’s just better than everyone.”
silence.
kaiser stares at you like you just challenged him to a duel.
you keep going. how she’s immune to mind games. how fake charm slides right off her. how she once looked at someone and went “mmm no” and never thought about them again.
kaiser physically recoils. “that’s illegal.”
now he’s interrupting you every five seconds.
“okay but what’s her flaw.” “everyone has one.” “name ONE thing she’s bad at.”
you think for a moment. “parallel parking.”
kaiser scoffs. “FINALLY.”
he rides that win for the rest of the day. brings it up unprompted. “oh you mean miss-can’t-park?”
but the second you smile fondly and go “yeah she’s cute when she struggles,” he slams back into hater mode.
later, completely unprompted: “hypothetically. if she walked in right now. who are you sitting next to.”
you don’t even hesitate. “her.”
kaiser laughs like he’s fine. he is not fine.
“i need to meet her,” he declares. “for psychology purposes.”
this is a lie. it’s for his ego.
ness alexis
ness starts off pretending he’s normal about it.
you say “my best friend” and he nods like ah yes, a human acquaintance.
then you say how she makes you feel calm. how she fixes your mood just by existing.
ness’s smile glitches. “… that’s good.”
you add how she’s your first call, your safe place, your emotional support human.
ness starts nodding faster. “right. yeah. friends do that.”
you mention she knows what you’re thinking before you say it.
ness laughs too loud. “WOW. telepathy. cool.”
from this point on, he is subtly competing with someone who is not present.
you say she brings you snacks? ness shows up with three.
you say she listens to you ramble? ness listens WAY too intensely.
you say she knows when to give space? ness gives space, but then anxiously checks if it was the right amount.
by the end of the day, ness has accepted defeat against a woman he has never met and is drafting a mental apology letter.
chigiri hyoma
chigiri is fine. totally fine. until you say “my best friend” for the fourth time and he goes, “wow. does she have a season pass to this conversation or…?”
you ignore the tone and keep talking about how your best friend is effortlessly gorgeous. like no makeup, messy hair, still unfairly pretty.
chigiri smiles. sweet. dangerous. “ohhh so she’s naturally pretty. love that for her.”
you nod enthusiastically. “right?? like it’s insane.”
mistake number two.
you keep going. how she never compares herself to others. how she hypes girls up instead of competing.
chigiri clicks his tongue. “ugh. that’s annoying.”
“why?”
“because people like that always pretend they’re not hot.”
you immediately defend her. “she knows she’s hot. she just doesn’t make it everyone else’s problem.”
chigiri gasps. fake offended. “WOW. so now she’s hot and humble.”
you show him a photo.
he stares. blinks. sighs. “… okay. that’s rude.”
from then on, he starts making comments every time you bring her up.
“oh let me guess, she wakes up glowing.” “does she also run fast or is that where i win.”
later, totally casual: “so if she and i both needed you at the same time–” “her.”
chigiri scoffs. “figured.”
he’s sulking, but stylish about it.
barou shoei
barou tells himself he doesn’t care. repeatedly. aggressively.
you say “my best friend–” and he doesn’t react. doesn’t look at you. doesn’t say anything.
which is already suspicious.
you talk about how your best friend has standards. high ones. how she doesn’t chase people, doesn’t beg, doesn’t lower herself just to be liked.
barou scoffs. quietly. like he’s offended on principle. “hmph.”
you keep going. how she’d rather be alone than surrounded by people who don’t respect her. how she doesn’t waste time on nonsense.
barou crosses his arms tighter. jaw clenched. staring at the wall like it personally wronged him.
“sounds stuck-up,” he mutters.
you don’t even look at him. “no. she just knows her worth.”
silence.
barou hates this. because that’s not arrogance, that’s conviction. and he recognizes it.
he does not comment again. instead, he sulks quietly while you keep praising her.
later, much later, he mutters, “… she better not be weak.”
“she isn’t.”
barou looks away immediately. ears red.
not because he cares. obviously.
yukimiya kenyu
yukimiya listens quietly at first. polite, attentive.
you talk about how your best friend is emotionally gentle. how she checks in without prying. how she makes people feel seen.
yukimiya smiles softly. “she sounds kind.”
you nod. “she is. but she’s also strong. like… quietly unbreakable.”
you explain how she’s been through things, but doesn’t wear it like armor. how she still chooses warmth.
yukimiya goes quiet.
“you trust her a lot,” he says.
“with everything.”
that answer hits him harder than he expects.
you mention how she believes in you on days you don’t believe in yourself. how she reminds you who you are.
yukimiya exhales slowly. because that’s the kind of support he values most.
“i’d like to meet her,” he says genuinely.
not out of jealousy.
but because anyone who gives you that much peace must be special.
otoya eita
otoya is smiling the moment you bring her up. he loves gossip. especially dramatic devotion-flavored gossip.
you describe how your best friend is lowkey magnetic. how people gravitate toward her without realizing why.
otoya hums. “ohhhh so she’s dangerous.”
you nod seriously. “extremely.”
you mention how she’s playful, but sharp. how she teases people effortlessly, but knows when to be sincere.
otoya laughs. “yeah okay, i’d fall for her.”
you glare. “get in line.”
that makes him laugh harder.
“you talk about her like she’s your soulmate.”
you shrug. “she is.”
otoya freezes for half a second. then grins. “wow. didn’t know i was witnessing a romcom.”
from then on, he WILL NOT stop poking you about it.
“so if she stole you away–”
“she already has.”
otoya clutches his chest dramatically. “this is the most intense friendship i’ve ever seen.”
he absolutely wants to meet her. not threatened. just deeply entertained.
aiku oliver
oliver listens calmly at first. arms crossed, relaxed, mildly amused.
you talk about how your best friend is emotionally mature. how she communicates clearly, doesn’t play games, doesn’t create drama.
oliver nods slowly. approvingly.
you add how she’s protective without being possessive. how she lets people be themselves while still having boundaries.
now oliver is paying attention.
“she sounds… healthy,” he says.
“she is,” you reply instantly. “that’s why i trust her.”
that lands.
oliver watches you for a moment. because the way you say it isn’t dramatic – it’s grounded.
“you don’t talk about her like an idol,” he notes. “you talk about her like family.”
you smile. “yeah.”
oliver exhales, soft grin on his face. “anyone who earns that kind of loyalty must be solid.”
zero jealousy. zero insecurity. just respect.
he absolutely believes the hype, and that somehow makes it scarier for everyone else.
iglesias bunny
bunny is entertained the second you start. like popcorn-out, feet-up entertained.
you say “my best friend” and he goes, “ah yes. the legend.”
you talk about how she’s charismatic without trying. how people just gravitate toward her.
bunny nods dramatically. “of course they do.”
you mention how she’s stylish in a low-effort way. always looks good, even when she’s doing nothing.
bunny groans. “so she’s violating the laws of effort?”
you keep listing things. loyal. funny. warm. devastating.
bunny puts a hand on his chest. “bro i’m starting to feel insecure.”
you say she’s the funniest person you know.
“funnier than me?”
you hesitate for half a second.
bunny screams. “OH GOSH.”
“she doesn’t try,” you add helpfully.
that makes it worse.
“so she’s accidentally funny AND hot?”
“yeah.”
bunny points at you. “you’re SICK. you know that.”
later he asks, “real talk – if she kidnapped you, would you go willingly.”
“i’d bring snacks.”
bunny collapses laughing. “nahhh. she’s the final boss fr.”
from then on, he refers to her exclusively as “your wife.”
you and your boyfriend, nagi have the sweetest relationship ever, trust. he’s absolutely down bad for you and you love him just as much if not more but if there’s one thing which needs to be discussed is how he is, in bed.
he is good for the most part, he surely isn’t small, no, he’s got a couple of inches on him but it’s how he fucks is the problem. he does not know how to talk you through it at all, neither how to set the mood. he just climbs on top of you with all his weight and comes and goes, doesn’t even try to make you cum because he gets lazy as soon as he finishes and just falls asleep.
so naturally you brought it up with him, and surprisingly he didn’t get defensive or offended, he admitted his shortcoming and suggested a solution.
bring his best friend to teach him!
his best friend, reo has known him since they were teenagers, before you even met nagi so you could say they know eachother better than anybody and also have insane amounts of trust in one another.
so nagi trusts him with you, and it’s not a bad idea, right?
reo’s thrilled at the idea when you guys bring it up to him. he knows his best friend cannot treat a girl right for the death of him and he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about fucking you either. like c’mon, you’re a real cutie. how could he resist?
so naturally, he accepts without hesitation. and what better way to teach his dumb friend than hands-on?
“you’re okay with this, hm?” reo asked from his position on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on you where you were sitting with your back against the headboard in just your underwear. “yeah.” nagi replied from his seat on the ‘cuck’ chair.
“wasn’t asking you, nagi.” reo didn’t look over, instead gestured at you with his chin, his eyes were eating you up and you couldn’t help but squirm. you nodded albeit hesitantly. reo frowned at that, “say it.” your gaze flicked towards nagi who was silently palming his crotch boredly then back at reo. “i’m alright with this, yeah.” you confirmed, nodding again.
reo smiled, “very well.” before climbing onto the bed, slipping his hoodie off, revealing his bare upper half and you had to admit, he was built.
he looked over at nagi with a small smirk. “don’t get mad.” before looking back at you and inching closer until his face was just inches from yours, breath mingling with yours, you could tell he had taken a hell lot of mints before this.
nagi barely shrugged, watching intently whilst reo pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss which soon turned messy as reo slipped his tongue in your mouth, his large palms mapping the curves of your body so hungrily.
reo was a good kisser, better than nagi even. where nagi used to just fuck your mouth with his tongue, reo took his time, easing you into it every moment until you were melting like putty in his hands.
his hand slipped between your clenched thighs to press against your hot core through the thin fabric of your panties, fingers spreading your wetness over your clothed sex. “so wet already, naughty girl.” reo whispered, pulling away. he nipped at your lower lip, eliciting a gasp from you.
he hooked one of your legs over his hip to give himself better access, his fingers continued rubbing your little clit through the gusset of your panties.
he felt your breathing quicken, hips canting against his palm and he pulled his fingers away. “she likes it when you finger her.” nagi spoke, now with a very visible bulge in his sweats. reo sighed before looking back at nagi, “nagi, respectfully, i don’t need shit from you. stay quiet.” nagi immediately quieted down.
turning back to you, reo pressed open-mouthed kisses to your throat and further down into the valley of your breasts where he reached around with his arms to unclasp your bra. “show me these perfect tits baby.” reo whispered into your skin whilst tugging your bra off until your boobs spilled free, he immediately grabbed one in his palm earning a soft whimper from you.
nagi never bothered to love your breasts like this, he only used them as pillows but damn did this feel much, much better. reo latched onto your other nipple, circling the darkened flesh until it perked.
“you’re so pretty.” reo whispered, resuming his kiss trail down to your lower belly where he began tugging your panties down but stopped abruptly. you seized, “what’s the matter?” you looked down nervously. reo just shook his head and tugged your panties down to your knees in one fell motion.
you gasped when the cold air of the room hit your sensitive cunt, making it throb in reaction. reo ran a warm palm over your clenching lower belly before nuzzling between your thighs to mouth at your pussy.
your hands instinctively went to tangle in his purple hair, “easy baby, i’m not going anywhere.” he muttered into your cunt, tongue darting out to lap between your folds.
“oh ffuckk—” you cursed, throwing your head back. “yeah? like that?” reo sucked on your folds, tongue flicking against your clit. you nod eagerly, thighs closing around his head.
reo eats you out with much pleasure, dipping his tongue in and out of you, laving over your pulsing bud. much better than your boyfriend ever did.
you look over at said boyfriend who currently has his hand down his pants, lazily stroking himself. reo notices your attention swaying and he pulls away to slap your cunt, driving your full attention back to him. “eyes on me, love.” he punctuated his words with a soft suckle to your clit.
he continued tonguing your hole, nose nuzzling into you, puffy lips mouthing all around your sex. he felt you clenching and bucking your hips into his face and he quickly pulled away, “reoo!” you whined, pouting.
reo shook his head with a soft smile, “can’t have you cumming just yet baby.” he knelt on the bed, one hand unbuckling his jeans and the other rubbing your quivering thigh.
“missionary or doggy?” reo asked, fishing his cock out from his boxers. you seemed to think for a second, nagi always took you from behind, said it was easier. you figured he just couldn’t hold eye contact while fucking you from the front.
“uh—missionary.” you muttered, your cheeks gradually heating up. reo smirked stroking his length, “heard you.” your eyes drifted down to where he was pumping his already stiff cock. it was so pretty, tip a flushed red, curved just right with a thick vein running down the bottom and disappearing in a small sprinkling of violet pubes. he wasn’t bigger than nagi but he had some size on him.
reo seemed to notice your gaze devouring him and he laughed, “it feels even better, don’t worry.” he crawled on top of you, pinning you to the bed. he didn’t rush you, didn’t make you do any work at all as he slid his length between your slick folds teasingly, tip catching onto your clutching hole with each thrust, “ready?” he grabbed the base of his cock, placing the crown of his cockhead against your hole.
“put it in already!” you whined and reo slammed forward, burying his cock to the hilt in one go, knocking out all the air from your lungs. “shiitt—nagi never fucked you right, huh? y’re so tight..” reo cursed between gritted teeth, lip tucked between his teeth as he began moving inside of you.
“feels so good!” you cried out, back arching like it was allergic to the bed. “i know baby—shit—so fuckin’ good..” reo rested one palm on the back of your neck, his eyes gazing deep into yours.
“don’t diss me.” nagi panted from the sidelines, his sweatpants were pooling around his ankles now, his dick at full mast, filling out his fist which was rapidly pumping the flushed flesh.
you and reo ignored him, both focusing on eachother. reo held both of your hands, lacing his fingers with yours as he slowly rocked in and out of you. “sweet girl, just wanted to be loved huh?” he leaned forward, pressing a little peck to your nose.
he freed one hand to slip down and rub against your twitching clit, pinching the sensitive little pearl between his thumb and forefinger.
his thrusts began picking up pace, cock ramming in and out of you brutally, tip smashing against that soft spongy spot deep inside of your gummy insides. all that combined with the filthy whispers pouring from his lips made your orgasm reach a crescendo pitch.
“reo—reo—’m gonna!” you babbled, hands scrambling to scratch at his back, nails digging into his skin.
“cum? you gonna cum?” reo finished for you, smiling down at you. “cum for me babygirl, i got you.” reo looked over at nagi, flashing him a wink and sticking his tongue out in a ‘i made your girl nut’ way.
with just a couple more thrusts you clenched around reo as tight as you could, cumming all over his pistoning dick, a thick cream ring forming around his shaft. “hell yeah..” he panted, easing you through your orgasm.
he was close too, but the mattress dipped beside him as nagi stepped over. he didn’t bother reo, instead kneeling beside your head and dipping his aching cock into your gaping mouth.
“finally..” nagi huffed, chest heaving. his hands wrapped around your head to hold you in place whilst he fucked your throat. reo matched his pace, “don’t cum inside her.” nagi growled under his breath, of course, reo wouldn’t go that far..not while nagi was still here.
he pulled out of you at the very last moment, stroking himself over your stomach and painting your chest and belly with his seed. nagi came down your throat soon after, you choked on his cum sliding down your throat all sticky and thick. how long had it been since your boyfriend drank water?
after a moment, nagi pulled out of your mouth. drops of his seed dribbling from his tip and onto your cheek. reo stuck a finger in his release on your belly and stuck the same digit into your mouth.
“taste me.” you began sucking on his finger, he even tasted sweeter. really, how is nagi lacking so much?
nagi flopped on the bed beside you, already preparing to fall asleep. “seriously nagi! you aren’t even going to clean her up?” reo complained but nagi was already snoring.
he sighed and shook his head before bundling you up in his arms, “i’ll get you cleaned up, let’s go.” but you stopped him, “no, let’s stay.” you laid back, reo shrugged and put you down before slipping into place beside you.
“..’shiro.” you poked nagi’s cheek, he fluttered one eye open, nipping at your finger. “mm?” he hummed throaty, “oh so he doesn’t listen to me?” reo huffed, rolling his eyes playfully.
“did you like it baby?” reo asked you, placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “yeah i did.” you giggled, reo smiled and turned to nagi, “did you like the cuck chair, nagi?” he chuckled. “shut up reo.” nagi wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled over, spooning you.
“good night.” he mumbled. “hey!” reo gasped, shocked. “we should do this again.” you suggested with a laugh.
“no.” “yes!”
a/n: hi guys do u all love me
2025-2026 — @reositos ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.
🪙One thing you should have known from the start is the fact that nothing gets Nash's blood pumping as much as physical exercise does. Physical exercise which he does a lot of. From playing basketball as part of the Jabberwock to water sports such as swimming or even boxing. You're pretty sure that there is no such thing as a sport Nash wouldn't try out at least once and wouldn't excel in immediately. With that influx of adrenaline and the pleasure of beating his opponents though comes along naturally the exciting rush of blood to his dick. Truly, you wonder how much masturbation was required from his side before you were there. Now that you are his though, it is obvious to whom Nash turns the moment he needs release from his physical excitement. He likes to think of it as claiming the best trophy possible after each victory and you know too well by now at one point what he wants the moment he returns to you after a game and already claims your lips in a hungry kiss. Most ironic of all is that he refers to sex as yet another form of physical exercise and you cannot even argue with that. How could you when the results truly are the same? Covered in sweat, out of breath, dizzy and aching almost everywhere?
🪙Ssuch exhaustion only falls to your body. Nash has insane stamina and you've never seen him exhausted after one round. In fact you can barely even feel him softening after his first orgasm as his dick stays rockhard inside of you. Worst of all is that you already know that he won't stop either as he fucks you through his own release without even slowing down as if determined to push you to the brink of exhaustion until everything aches. By the time he finally gets tired to the point where his dick softens, you are already feeling like mush which leaves Nash with the task of making sure you are fine after. That short flare of searing pain whenever he pushes himself within you always stays though, no matter how much sex the both of you have had already. There is no denial that your man is packed everywhere which includes an impressive size down there too. Nash certainly takes pride in it too even if that does imply that it is painfully obvious when he is hard to everyone as the bulge within his pants cannot be hidden. Your pussy needs to be considerably wet to make things less painful for him as it would hurt too much if he were to sheathe himself inside if you aren't, hence why both of you use lube when you don't produce enough slick.
🪙One thing that does lead to arguments initially is the fact Nash doesn't like using condoms at all. He hates the feeling of his dick being restricted and he hates that he cannot feel your pussy squeezing him as intensely as he would if he would do the deed without one. Don't get him wrong, he isn't interested in having a kid either but he doesn't like having his own pleasure restricted either. Terribly selfish but that is sadly just part of who he is. He does try to make a deal with you by offering to pay for your pills or whatever meassurement you need to feel comfortable so that he can fuck you raw. He probably wouldn't go as far as ditching a condom if you aren't ready but he is never going to drop the conversation either. With a pretty much addiction to sports, it is unsurprising that Nash may try to encourage you to try out some of them too. Sometimes it can go innocently when he teaches you whilst he barely breaks out a sweat whilst you are drenched by the end of it and other times it turns into the furthest thing from innocent. After all you do look sexy with your sweat glistening in the lights. You have been manhandled into bending over so that he could fuck you on an empty court or in an empty swimming pool more than you can count.
🪙He loves your ass. That's something he has never even bothered to hide as a secret from you. Not with the way he keeps staring at it whenever you bend over. Not with the way he keeps on slapping you on it and certainly not with the way he gropes it when he rails you against whatever surface there is currently available. So to you it comes as no shocker when some of his favourite positions during sex turn out to be the ones where he has the most perfect sight of your ass with free access to pinch and spank your cheeks until they sting as much as he wants. You consider reverse cowgirl as the less exhausting one though. Mainly because Nash can get quite rough when he lets the pleasure get to his head meaning that it can get uncomfortable during doggy when his pace gets more brutal and your whole body is being left to be rocked back and forth violently. During reverse cowgirl Nash lays down at the very least, meaning that there is no crushing weight of his mounting you which gives you more freedom to move even whilst he eagerly gropes your ass. You can only pray though that he doesn't get impatient sooner and later because then you will be flipped over before you know with your ass in the air and him fucking you senseless.
🪙Wearing some of his necklaces is something Nash has you do quite often. He likes the sight of something that belongs to him decorating your neck and marking you as someone who belongs to him. It's a very pretty image to look at. You know how this sight can be turned even prettier than it is already though? By having you wear it during sex. Yes, your ass will remain his favourite thing to look at whenever he gets wild with you but sometimes he needs to switch things up a bit. Then the next best thing is the hypnotising sight of his necklace bouncing together with your tits whenever he thrusts inside of you, rocking your entire body forward. Just look at you right now, helpless and needy whilst his necklace is clinging to your sweaty skin. It's probably the reason why he eventually considers the idea of getting you a collar in the first place. A gorgeous collar which would fit snuggly on your neck and has his name embedded in golden letters on it. Perhaps he should let you wear it when the two of you are under people too. Maybe then people would stay away from you instead of approaching you all the time. Then again, that wouldn't spare you from his possessive sex either whenever you do as much as interact too much with someone else.
🪙God, things get really interesting the moment Nash cannot take you with him somewhere. Normally he always makes sure that you accompany him whenever he has to fly to another country. If that isn't possible, he has to check on you otherwise. From that point on you are required to give him updates about your day three to four times despite the fact that the two of you are in different time zones and one call a day. What that also means is phone sex. You do not even dare to open the chat in public anymore as you have learned from previous experiences where you clicked on a message only to be surprised with a picture of his bulge, or even worse a dick pick with his hand already wrapped around his throbbing length. He facetimes you only minutes later if you do not do it yourself, already in the process of masturbating by the time you accept the call. From that point on it is mutual masturbation through the video call as he has you fingering yourself and showing it to him so he can get off too whilst pure filth leaves his mouth about how much he misses this pussy of yours. This is especially bad if the time difference is a big one which means that he may call you in the middle of the night or during your work to get off.
Minamoto Teru
💛Teru is a busy person, a very busy person. As an exorcist he has his hands full, often dedicating many hours of every night to exorcise all Supernaturals and skipping out on sleep and time he would have liked to spend with you. Duties unfortunately outweight everything as as an exorcist this is the life he has to lead, protecting innocents and you too from evil forces. What does that tell us? It tells us that he has often little time on his hands and that he suffers from sleep deprivation, even if he hides it certainly better than others would. Those two very apparent factors have led to two occurring factors within your sex life with him which he may not be overly proud of but has to work with due to the situation given to him. The first one is a quickie. Now, Teru doesn't actually like quickies in the beginning and he still doesn't like them as time passes. He would like to take things slow with you and above everything, he has made sure that he had the time during your first time together. The first time is meant to be something special after all and the sheer amount of planning he had to put in and the hours of overwork exorcising Supernaturals so he would have less work to do is as sad as it is admirable.
💛But then there are the quickies. A fast way to release some of his stress and pent-up emotions. Because pushing his own needs aside is a common occurrence. Obviously Teru doesn't complain but putting his own sexual needs aside and even being forced to stop foreplay with you when something happens has made him much more sensitive to the point where he tends to get riled up by even the smallest things you do. And out of a justified paranoia to be interrupted by his siblings or an emergency doing it quick is more often than not the only way. God, he hates being this desperate and he is praying that you don't think lowly of him for it. Then again, he could hardly blame you if you would. It isn't quite fitting of his image as a Prince Charming after all to urge you into an utility room or narrow backroom whilst fumbling with the belt on his pants and simultaneously swallowing any sounds of yours with his own lips. He's not proud of the way his cock is already flushed red and drooling at the tip or the way his body is so pent-up that he actually experiences premature ejaculation when his stress levels are extremely high.
💛The other thing he has going for himself is sleep deprivation. He has little of the night to actually rest properly as Supernaturals are mosty active during this time. So that means that the only breaks he can allow himself to have are during the day when he isn't busy with something else as life goes on then too. Normally he does use that time to catch up on some much needed sleep. Other times his body finds himself in the most curious predicament where he is exhausted and aroused at the same time. Sometimes he is able to sleep it off. Sometimes he can't sleep it off though and to only make things worse is that his arousal then keeps him from actually being able to properly fall asleep which drives him somewhat mad. What does that mean? You guessed it: You have to actually fuck Teru to sleep. It may sound weird worded like this but he insists that he needs it. As he has low energy whenever this scenario happens though, he normally has you topping him. Sure, he could be on top too and lazily thrust his hips inside of you but if he could be truthful for a moment, he actually just wants to lay down and do nothing during those moments. He's tired so please just ride him and let him sleep.
💛There is this habit that Teru has developed to deal with extreme stress he has to endure and that is the habit of groping something and squeeze it. Usually that object has always been a Mokke as they are very squeezable. With you in the picture, that changes. Initially it isn't even intentional but just a reflex that has been engrained into him as his hands reach out and squeeze your body. He's properly embarrassed too as he normally always sees it through to control his urges more only to end up slipping when exposed to too much shit at once. You are luckily never mad at him as you too normally notice that he is silently going through it during such times which eventually leads to this becoming a common occurrence whenever he has too much on his shoulders in which case you find yourself dragged away to the side so that he can just squeeze your chest and calm down. Or alternatively he can just escalate the situation until his hips start stuttering against your clothed cunt, cock hard and needing to blow off some steam as much as he does. He doesn't know what's worse sometimes. Cumming in his pants or being interrupted and forced to walk around with a boner for the rest of the day.
💛Whilst Teru is known as the Prince of his school, an embarrassing secret that you eventually figure out is that he seems to be a bit of a pervert behind closed doors. It isn't that he is like this from the very beginning though. It's more of a gradual development that happens the longer he is together with you as you seem to be the one who brings that side out of him. Not that surprising since you are Teru's first everything. First relationship, first kiss and first person to have sex with. Then the part about him having a more obsessive love for you may also be a reason why he eventually figures out that he isn't as chivalrous as he would like to have everyone believe. One of the very first things he gets very obsessed with is your chest, arguably his favourite thing to touch and squeeze whenever he is stressed or aroused. He has never been fixated on this part of your body that much before and it makes him feel like experiencing the horny teenager phrase he never did have when he was still in school. Nipple play is therefore something he becomes very much obsessed with eventually, rubbing and pinching your nipples until they are hard and erect.
💛Sensory deprivation also eventually gets added to his preferences though surprisingly enough you figure out that he is the one who is the one favoring it being done to himself. Perhaps because Teru is often forced to pay attention too much, constantly sensing Supernaturals around him and as a result often overstimulated. That's where his preference for quieter and isolated places originates from as he doesn't want to be overwhelmed and for that sensory deprivation seems to be a good way to cut off some of his senses to focus fully on you and the moment. He doesn't want his movements to be restricted though as he still wants to touch you, especially your boobs, otherwise he doesn't mind if you put a blindfold and earmuffs on him, cutting two of his most important senses off and leaving him mostly to your mercy. It's therefore fair in your mind that he gets to tie you up in colourful cloths whenever he has the energy and the time to actually drag sessions out with you without needing to do anything immediately after. He's going to use such a chance whenever it comes by so that does lead to Teru overstimulating the both of you. Totally worth it though.
Tokimitsu Aoshi
🟫Let us speak frankly here for we all know that more often than not, Aoshi is essentially just one tight knot of anxiety barely held together beneath the surface. Whenever there is any stress put on him, he immediately turns into this big, burly guy who lacks any self-confidence he could have in his own skills. Especially whenever he has to perform in order to get good results. What counts initially only for football soon begins to count for the very relationship you have with him as well. Aoshi is stressed and sweating whenever he does as much as holding your hands. The road that leads to a confession is a long and gruelling one where he may or may not have gone insane a couple of times due to anxiety and even within a relationship that fear doesn't immediately subside. So just imagine what he must feel like whenever the thought of actually getting intimate with you does to him. Sex is viewed as a performance he has to do well in and like with most things where he is expected to physically perform a certain act, Aoshi goes through all possible levels of anxiety. Mind you, he isn't even aroused yet. The thought of disappointing you and failing to please you just keeps his thoughts racing about all bad scenarios.
🟫One's mind tends to play funny tricks on a individual though and his own mind very much obeys those instructions. Who would have thought that eventually all this anxiety and stress would turn into arousal? What do you even call this? Scaroused? Maybe it is his mind just deciding that his body needs to unwind somehow and what better way to do that apparently than getting hard and jerking it off? You never get to find out about this problem. Not initially at least as Aoshi decides to avoid you for his dear life, the shame still stronger than the lust. He doesn't do a good job at all though trying to act normal. Not when he suddenly shuffles awkwardly away, big body trying to fold in to hide the bulge in his pants. So he locks himself away in small rooms, fingers twitching as he unbuckles his pants. Once his thick cock springs free of its containment, he doesn't quite know what to do though. This problem is new and so he just stares, fingers twitching unsurely before he eventually decides to wrap them around his pulsing shaft. Little experience leads to him eventually fucking his hand clumsily, jaw clenched so tightly that it is a miracle his teeth are still intact all whilst he lets out throaty grunts.
🟫The shame always burns somewhere deep within his guts yet instead of discouraging his arousal, it only encourages it. It's like his brain has decided that masturbating is the best stress relief he can use and so Aoshi has a shameful phase where he gets borderline addictive to jerking off. He wants to die every time he finds himself in that familiar situation yet it is just so addictive, that feeling of pulsing pleasure as part of his stress just melts every time he cums. The frequent act of it though leads his careful facade to slowly crack when around you. Impure thoughts start to infiltrate his mind as he begins to imagine how wonderful it would be if you would be the one helping him to release his stress, if it were to be your hands instead of his own who would squeeze his cock and fondle with his balls until he blows up all over you. The disgust hasn't completely disappeared but it is less prominent than it used to be, perhaps because such feelings do not stop his cock from hardening anyways. Still, Aoshi struggles to bring this topic up when around you. It is hard to put his need into words and so you can only watch confused as he fumbles around with words and hands alike, trying to ask you if he can get laid.
🟫The first time you have with him is a terrifying but equally exciting experience. His hands are damp and shaky as he helps you undress, far too hurried for your liking. Aoshi is in a rush, heart pounding and blood flowing down which already leaves him slightly dizzy before he has even begun. He is this close to ripping your clothes off himself and chances are that your bra ends up not being wearable as he tugs at it too strongly and ends up damaging the hook. The apology you will only get later though as his mind is completely elsewhere in that moment. The moment you lay down completely naked and look up at him, you cannot help but feel slightly unnerved. He's towering over you, ears completely red and chest heaving already like he has run an entire marathon. There is probably this persistent thought to plunge himself completely inside of you immediately but you insist that he needs to prepare you first. His cock fits his build after all, thick and large. As eager as Aoshi may be, he doesn't want to hurt you. So you have to instruct him as he scissors you open, fingers pushing themselves inside your warmth which only leads to his cock leaking pre-cum more aggressively.
🟫What you learn almost immediately though is that Aoshi tends to lose his mind once he is inside of you. The first time is the worst for the moment you feel ready to try to take his cock in and he pushes his hips forward to slide inside of you, he completely loses it. His mind goes blank once he feels hot and gummy walls sucking him in and before you can even register it, his hands slam down next to your head as he starts hammering himself inside of you. It's painful as he goes too hard and fast whilst you still haven't adjusted fully but talking to him does nothing. He's just gone, eyes unfocused whilst he babbles how good this feels and that he has never felt this amazing before. You need to slap him. A couple of times. Hard. Only then does he snap out of his daze, about to cry from pleasure and guilt alike. The only thing undermining it all though is that he unironically blows up and cums after you have slapped him. Such a loss of control during sex with you always leads to Aoshi turning much more rougher as he forgets for a moment how big and strong he is, hands squeezing your body too tightly as he brutally rams his cock inside your weeping cunt.
🟫You also learn that he likes being slapped. Something about that sharp sting of the impact of your palm cutting through the haze of his delirious pleasure has him positively detonating and most of his orgasms always end up through you hitting him. In fact he encourages you to hit him hard enough so that his skin is reddened and he can see the spots where you slapped him on his chest. He's all for being overstimulated too even when he is completely flushed and dripping with sweat. Once you decide to help him, you better prepare for multiple rounds as one quickie simply won't do. If he fucks, then Aoshi needs to let out some of his pent-up stress and anxiety too and that only happens if he tires himself even when he is in downright pain due to all the stimulation. That would put you under a lot of stress and roughness too though so to avoid that you learn to give him a handjob before you let his cock spear you to tire him out somewhat. Also, all the times of fisting his cock in cramped spaces has led him to an affinity for small rooms where the both of you end up pressed together b default due to the lack of space. That despite him being somewhat claustrophobic too.
Itoshi Rin
🩵Rin is often even within a relationship an enigma. It is hard to figure out someone who so often appears as stoic and cold. Being an enigma leads to misconceptions. You too are prone to this. The biggest misconception that you have about him and one that you eventually realise yourself is the one of him being cold, uncaring and indifferent. Rin is not. He may have the fitting face to be mistaken as such but you discover that he is quietly desperate and needy. He doesn't like it when you pay attention to someone else. Talk highly about his brother and he has a heart attack. Ignore him or pay less attention to him and he is hovering quietly around, hands balling into fists as he stares. It is very much the same when it involves anything sexual because Rin is the one who caves in first. He is the one who is having dirty thoughts first, his mind replaying them over and over with more and more detail until he is flushed and hard. Long showers become his good friend, hot water streaming down his body flushed not from the heat of it but from the fact that he is fisting his cock ruthlessly, the tip red and overstimulated as another load of cum stains his hand and the wall before the water washes all traces away.
🩵You initially don't notice because Rin hides it better. Time crumbles all composure though and soon you too notice some things. The blush that dusts his cheeks as he continuously stares at you. The way his eyes slowly trace over every valley and curve of your body. The way his fingers clutch you tightly when you approach and he touches you as if itching to pull you as close as possible. Most obvious of all to you is the dent within his pants. You know now. You've seen through him. Yet you refuse to talk to him about it. In fact you refrain from indulging him at all. Perhaps because you are sick and tired of him pretending to be so nonchalant or because you just want to observe and torment him for a bit longer. Sometimes you are being extra mean. Plopping down in his lap, feeling the shape of his cock through the fabric as you grind your ass against the hardness and claim his mouth with your lips. For painful minutes that is all you do before you push him away, leaving him flushed and panting as you swat away hands shooting out to pull you back. If he begs you would perhaps change your mind. Rin though is stubborn and so you decide to draw this game out for as long as possible until he crumbles.
🩵As he doesn't make the first move, you initiate almost everything only to never finish what you begun. Multiple times you surprise him by rolling your hips against his dick, pressing your lips all over his chin and neck all whilst Rin grows red, lips parting as he cannot suppress the whimpers as you find the sensitive spots and abuse them with your teeth. Each time a piece of his self-control dies when you suddenly pull away and that growing desperation is visible. His hips chase after you as if chasing for your friction and eventually he cannot even quieten the low whine of frustration he lets out when you leave him completely hard and hot. He means to glare at you but you can hardly take him seriously when he looks at you with rosy cheeks and wide eyes, still unable to stop his hips from thrusting upwards. Maybe you are playing a dangerous game but you are curious to see the results. The breaking point happens eventually though not because you end up teasing him. No, instead Rin one day catches you masturbating because obviously you aren't unaffected too when you grind into him. He just stares at you for a long time before he suddenly joins you in the shower.
🩵Your legs are shaking, knees weak as jelly as your hands can only claw at the walls for support as Rin's tongue eagerly squirms around within you, circling your throbbing and hot clit as he eats you out. He hasn't even bothered removing his clothes, fabric drenched under the still running shower. Nothing can hide his raging boner though, painfully visible as his hips stutter with every lick of his tongue. His hands squeeze your thighs, forcing you to stand up in the shower as his face pushes into your pussy. You don't know if he intends to punish you or prove himself. How dare you after all teasing him all this time only to not even use him for your own pleasure? Do you think he cannot please you? Rin always wants to prove himself, always wants to be the best and so perhaps he is tormenting you to prove himself to you right now. It's only after you come on his tongue for the third time that he finally allows you slide down in the shower cabin, legs giving up the moment he loosens his hold on your thighs. He isn't done just yet though as you can only watch with weary amusement as he removes his pants and underwear hastily before grabbing your hips and lifting you up to place you on his lap.
🩵You're already tired and aching at this point but what pushes you through is the sheer eagerness and desperation in his eyes as if he is expecting his reward now like children do their candy. Who are you to deny him that, especially because you were the one riling him up all the time? So you use this chance to take charge again, riding him until he throws his hand back against the wall as he cums, spurting his cum all over your abdomen before demanding another round, cock still hard from weeks of teasing. After that day though, Rin is more courageous to approach you whenever he is in the mood. As he can get quite desperate at times though, this is partially to your own demise, especially since he loves eating you out above anything. You're pretty sure he gets enough pleasure out of it to cum in his pants though that doesn't mean that his boner goes down afterwards. So often you can only whimper and clutch the headboard whilst riding his face, his hands gripping your shaking thighs as his tongue torments multiple orgasms out of you. Your clit is swollen and hot, pulsing every time he moans into your pussy. Maybe you have created a bit of a monster.
🩵He doesn't want you to touch yourself without his help. Less because he is possessive and more because he is desperate. He has to be the one to please you and the few times you were caught masturbating, he was immediately all over you with that stupidly desperate look in his eyes and his tongue already dipping between soaked folds. You know that Rin certainly doesn't shy away from calling you when he is hard and needy. As someone who travels around a lot, phone sex becomes kind of a must when he is gone and cannot take you with him. It's like the distance only makes him more horny and so you often sit on your bed in the middle of the night, phone pressed against your ear as you listen to Rin masturbating on the other side and confessing between ragged breaths that he hates being away from you. Nonchalant your ass. He is everything but if there is one thing you have learned. It surprises you too that with the introduction of sex within the relationship, Rin grows more touchy and clingy overall. After sex he is noticably more clingy, head pressed against your chest as he slowly calms down. Even outside though his hands start brushing more over your form.
Nagi Seishiro
🤍Seishiro's spirit animal is the sloth. He hates putting effort into everything as he loves lazing around most whilst playing his video games. An obsession demands a kind of work he hasn't committed to ever before and that tires him out. Still, in his mind he deserves your affection and loyalty for going out of his comfort zone in the first place. You need to stay close to him or else his peace would only be ruined more. From the start Seishiro is clingy with you. He now lazes around together with you, often sprawled over you and trapping you beneath his body as he takes one of his multiple naps throughout the day. Truth be told, he has given sex never much thought before. He loves his games, doing nothing and now you too. It never crosses his mind until he one day wakes up only to discover that his dick is uncomfortably hard and throbbing with neglect. That has never happened before so he doesn't even know what to do with that nor why it has happened in the first place. Eventually he just sighs before flopping down again, pulling his boxers down to fish his dick out to then lazily pump his cock until he cums, his release splashing on his stomach before he goes right back to sleep.
🤍This isn't a one time thing though. It happens multiple times afterwards until Seishiro eventually pins down the culprit for it all. Ever since you have crashed his life, things have changed. Really, should he be surprised that you are responsible for his body being worked up to this degree too? No, definitely not. If at all, Nagi is shockingly unashamed. So much so that you one day wake up due to the sounds of sighs and grunts next to you. When you turn around, you are greeted in the early morning with the sight of his pale cock on display as he lazily rolls his hips into his hands. When he notices that you are awake, his facial expressions stay as passive as ever all whilst he doesn't even stop his movements. When he eventually asks you if you would like to help since this is kind of your fault, you have half a mind to jump up and run out. Only for his other hand to reach out and pin your palm down, asking you to not stand up and force him to move after you. If you don't want to help him, fine. Just don't go anywhere else. So you just lay there, not watching but hearing as he jacks off only to curl back to your side and doze off almost immediately after again.
🤍Needless to say, you would never admit to anyone that this happens every once in a while. You waking up to him masturbating. Be it in the early morning or in the middle of the night. Seishiro still hasn't forced you to touch him but you do notice that he grows slightly more frustrated every single time. Sometimes he grabs you by your hips before pressing your ass against his erection, nose buried in your neck as he mutters that this is all your fault and that you should eventually take responsibility for it. His touches have gotten much more explorative as well. Cuddling is nothing you but now his hands begin to wander, squeezing your flesh curiously and even sneaking into your pants only for you to slap them away in the last moment. The way lazy eyes narrow in passive discontent doesn't fly over your head though. You wonder how long you can keep this up until Seishiro eventually has enough. One night then you find yourself waking up due to Seishiro dry-humping against your body, hands wrapping around your form when you try to flinch away before muttering for you to stay still as he slowly grinds his cock against your body, cum seeping through his boxers once he comes.
🤍You don't like this development as Seishiro uses your body when you are asleep even though you didn't give him any permission. When you bring this up to him though, he blinks slowly at you before giving you permission to use him too if you ever feel needy and he is asleep. There, now it should be fine. It really isn't but in his mind it very much is. This indifference and laziness all because conflicts are a bother in his mind and require too much effort drive you almost mad but there is little you find yourself able to do. Eventually what you have secretly dreaded happens. You wake up to the unfamiliar feeling of lazy fingers scissoring you open, all complains silenced when Seishiro clamps his other hand over mout mouth, muttering that his cock doesn't want to go down no matter how much he fucks his fist and that he has decided to try your pussy out this time. Don't worry though. He's asked Reo for advice. He'll loosen you up first and Reo has even bought him condoms he can use. You can only whimper as his fingers plunch deeper inside you, forcing your walls to stretch to prepare yourself soon for the intrusion for his thick cock. He'll try to be gentle though keep in mind, it's his first time.
🤍Honestly, his pace really isn't fast. Seishiro goes slow as his lack of energy aids him but your breath is still knocked out of your lungs every time he reenters you, pushing him in to the hilt until you are completely filled, walls struggling to adjust around his impressive length. In fact his tempo is so slow that you find yourself chasing after his cock out of frustration as you need to be done with it, eliciting a sigh out of him as he scolds you for rushing it and being so needy. He is one to talk, isn't he? Every time he bottoms out inside of you, his full body weight almost rests completely on you, pinning you down so you cannot move. He complains to you occasionally, about his day, his best friend or even how you ruined his life but how he strangely enough doesn't mind. Eventually his pace picks up as he gets closer to his own release, your body bouncing every time he pulls out only to push himself inside again using his body weight. By now he has stopped complaining, only focused on chasing after that pleasure building up within his balls and spine before it detonates at last and he just collapses on top of you. He doesn't even pull out. He just goes back to sleep whilst still twitching inside of you.
🤍Cockwarming is born due to the fact that he just passes out on top of you. As you are literally unable to sometimes push him off, his cock stays buried within your warm and snug walls until you are aching and sore. Maybe he even wakes up to repeat the process as he is already stuck inside of you and still half-hard. As Seishiro is simply to slow for you sometimes or even he is too lazy but still wants to get fucked, you often end up on top of him as a result. It's almost infuriating to watch him being so lazy, merely laying down and watching you tiredly as you bounce on top of him even if his hips rest on your hips. Despite that, his libido can get quite insatiable at times as he asks you to ride him again moments after he has come already. If you are too tired at that point he lets out a sigh before flipping you over so that he is on top, moving his hips already again to chase his next orgasm. He never leaves much space, pressed tightly against your body that you could almost mistakes this for him just cuddling you if it wouldn't be for his cock continuously pumping into you. Also, he has definitely recorded the both of you in secret to watch it when you aren't with him but he is hard nonetheless.
a/n: inspired by a comment i saw under one of my posts! so sorry that i forgot who commented it, but all credits to you 🤍
i also was planning on doing a birthday special oneshot for chigiri and otoya in the christmas event masterlist, but it’s january now so please just take these old oneshots of them (here is otoya’s and chigiri’s)
that also means this is the last post for the christmas event masterlist! thank you for your support, i had so much fun writing for each day and for the bonus oneshots!!! ❤️❤️❤️
synopsis: for christmas, isagi and kaiser don’t get each other presents. no… they give each other stress. a hard time. not a merry christmas, but a miserable christmas.
the first thing that ruins christmas is not the cold, or the lack of decorations, or ego forgetting to give them the day off.
it’s twitter. or X. or whatever cursed social media exists solely to ruin pro athletes’ peace.
isagi finds out because bachira is laughing so hard he’s wheezing, phone clutched to his chest like it personally offended him.
“yo, isagi,” bachira gasps, shoving the screen into his face, “congrats on the engagement.”
isagi blinks. once. twice.
#KAISAGI
#KAISAGITRENDING
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#THEIRTENSIONISINSANE
#MERRYKAISAGIMAS
“… why,” isagi says softly, like if he speaks louder the universe might hear him and make it worse, “why are there edits of me and kaiser holding hands. we have NEVER held hands.”
“but you look like you want to,” otoya adds helpfully, already scrolling. “this one has mistletoe edited above your heads.”
isagi feels his soul leave his body and file a formal complaint.
across the room, like a villain sensing joy somewhere, kaiser lifts his head.
his phone buzzes. once. twice. three times.
he looks down. scrolls. freezes. and then–
he laughs.
not a normal laugh. not a human one. the kind that sounds like someone has just handed him a gun and a target.
“oh?” kaiser hums, eyes gleaming. “so this is how the public sees us.”
isagi’s eye twitches.
“don’t,” he warns. “don’t you dare say it.”
kaiser smiles wider. “liebling.”
isagi is on his feet instantly. “absolutely not. no. don’t call me that.”
and that’s how the war begins.
their mutual goal is simple: prove kaisagi should not exist.
their methods? unhinged.
isagi starts first.
he finds out about the song by accident. well. by accident meaning otoya is blasting it in the locker room because otoya lives to be annoying.
a beat drops. dramatic. way too serious.
i take over this field with a vision–
isagi stops dead.
“… is that about him.”
otoya grins. “bro. the lyrics literally say i am the kaiser.”
isagi doesn’t blink.
five minutes later, otoya’s beloved huzz JBL speaker is missing.
another five minutes later, the blue lock hallways echo with:
“I AM THE FUTURE, I AM THE RULER–”
kaiser is mid-walk when it hits him.
loud. bass-heavy. vibrating the floor.
isagi stands at the end of the hall, holding the speaker like a weapon, deadpan expression locked in place.
“I AM THE KAISER–”
“YOICHI,” kaiser snaps, turning, coat flaring dramatically because of course it does, “TURN THAT OFF.”
isagi tilts his head innocently and cranks it louder.
“I AM THE KING–”
players peek out of rooms. rin stares like he’s watching a crime. ness looks between them, distressed, betrayed, emotionally wounded.
isagi follows kaiser.
everywhere.
cafeteria? song.
gym? song.
outside the bathroom door? song.
kaiser washes his hands to the sound of his own ego being screamed back at him by a man who hates him.
“this is FUCKING HARASSMENT,” kaiser seethes.
“no,” isagi says calmly, “this is FUCKING ART. apparently.”
kaiser retaliates on christmas eve (of course he does).
isagi wakes up to chaos.
notifications. dozens of them. group chats exploding.
bachira: ISAGI WHY ARE YOU EVERYWHERE
reo: ???
chigiri: i just opened instagram and saw your face 17 times
rin: explain. now.
isagi opens social media.
and there it is.
photos.
edited. high-quality. professionally done.
him and kaiser – standing too close. kaiser’s arm almost around his waist. their foreheads almost touching. snow edited around them. christmas lights. soft focus.
captions like:
enemies on the field, lovers off the field
the tension is the gift
he hates everyone except him
isagi’s phone slips from his hand.
“that–” he chokes, sprinting down the hallway, “THAT’S FAKE–”
he skids to a stop in front of kaiser’s room.
the door opens.
kaiser stands there, coffee in hand, perfectly calm.
“merry christmas, yoichi. oh. and happy birthday to me.”
“… you edited us into a couple photoshoot.”
kaiser sips. “i hired a graphic designer.”
“YOU SPENT MONEY ON THIS?”
“of course,” kaiser says smoothly. “anything worth doing deserves a budget.”
isagi is vibrating with rage. “you’re making it worse!”
“am i?” kaiser tilts his head. “engagement doubled overnight. people adore us.”
“THERE IS NO US.”
kaiser leans in just enough to be infuriating. “then why does everyone think there is?”
they stare at each other.
too close. again.
somewhere, a fan account posts a screenshot.
by the end of christmas day, ego intervenes. not because of the shipping. but because the entire facility is unproductive, players are placing bets, and ness cried.
they are banned from interacting for forty-eight hours.
no speaker. no edits. no psychological warfare.
isagi sits on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
kaiser does the same, elsewhere.
their phones buzz at the same time.
#KAISAGICHRISTMASWON
#THEY’RE SO QUIET… SOMETHING’S COMING
#MISS THEM
isagi groans.
kaiser smiles.
neither of them got presents.
but honestly?
they’ve never given each other something so memorable.
I. AM. SOOO EXCITED FOR THE SPIDERMAN!RIN FIC YOU HAVE NO IDEA KURA AAAAHHHHHHHHH. Really tho, haven't been this excited over a story in a while (for two actually). But OH MY GOODNESS I'm gonna eat this up buc I'm a sucker for academic rivals to lovers trope! Also, ENGINEERING MAJOR YES HIGH FIVE RIN
SCREAMING THIS MESSAGE MAKES ME SO HAPPY, I LOVE SEEING PEOPLE EXCITED FOR MY WORKS AND ORIGINAL SERIES, IT MAKES WRITING IT ALL THE MORE FUN!!!!!!
i had so much fun writing the first 4 chapters, i also just love spider man so much and rin is a perfect fit, considering he is so nonchalant and keeps to himself. he was just perfect for the role.
and all the characters are genuinely so fun to add, too!! THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE AND READING, I WILL POST THE NEW CHAPTER IN A FEW HOURS 🥳🥳🥳
tokyo never sleeps, and neither does its spider. rin itoshi moves through the city unnoticed, balancing lectures, soccer, and a secret life above the streets, but the world tilts the moment he sees you.
something about the way you sit, poised and sharp in a sea of students, unsettles him in ways he can’t name. something about the way you speak, calm and confident, proud of your work yet humble enough to own your mistakes. something about the way you read him, like you can feel which threads of him are strongest, and which are ready to snap.
first impressions lie. timing falters. and beneath the hum of the city, unnoticed connections begin to form, pulling two strangers into a web they can’t yet see, in a story where every glance, every choice, could change everything.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞
okay this was super spontaneous, but the idea has not left my mind since it entered it, so here i've been for the past DAYS, working on a storyline lol (i have the next 11 chapters planned out bc i locked in). and it's making me realize how fun it is to write a series (dw i will still continue saint ego when i can)!
i think rin is the perfect fit for a spider man AU so please enjoy and read somewhere comfortable with warm lighting, a cute beverage, etc. and just slow down for the moment. you deserve that much!
side note: rin and sae are on better terms in this AU!
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Enjin loves to smoke a blunt and watch you ride his cock - you just do such a good job with it.
Your hips in circles, his reddened tip leaking against your cervix.
He will inhale that blunt and moan out that smoke when you slam down his length, fully, murmuring - "F-fuck... that's it, princess, look at ya."
"Nghh..." He'll hand it to you and grab your hips, lifting you up, using you, your soppy mess of a cunt echoing off the walls in his room.
You inhale that blunt he's holding between his thumb and forefinger, sucking it deep into your lungs, letting it fill your throat as he fills your hole so thick. You can hardly take him at first, easing down inch by inch, feeling the silver balls of his piercings against your inner walls.
"Can't m-move," you whine out, thighs trembling when he takes the blunt back. He chuckles a bit. Acting calm, like he's not about to bust in your tight, gummy walls. "Enjin..."
"What is it, hmm? Need help?" He loves to taunt you, plump lips wrapping the blunt, leaning back to watch your pretty cunt suck him in. "Look at ya, makin' it disappear like that? Fuck you're doing s'good..."
You cling to his bare shoulders, that praise making you weak. You feel his thick biceps tense, putting the smoke in his mouth now. You eagerly press your mouth against his, swallowing that smoke again, saliva and that cunt just dripping, passing the wave of white heat between your throats, making you both dizzy.
Enjin loves to praise you, loves to see how good you work his cock with every whisper, how your tits bounce right in his face. Your fingers slip over his undercut, feeling soft blonde strands and tugging at the roots, his hands grip you and dimple in the plush of your thighs.
"Thatta girl," he huskily whispers that praise, eyes flickering gold.
In these moments with you he's loving, leisurely pumping into you - not the man who is out for blood every day, the one with so much responsibility. No, with you he just enjoys you, at least in the moments alone, buried inside.
"Working me. You can do it, hmm?"
"Mmn, n-no, can't," he laughs softly, breath tickling your skin. "Use me, please."
Enjin can't keep that act up when you fucking look at him like that, eyes fucked out with hearts in them, your lips quivering. "Use you?"
You nod eagerly, he sucks in a breath, feeling you tighten even goddamn more. He knows he should have stretched her out better but you were so cock thirsty you put it in way too fast.
"Use you, like a little slut. Huh? That what you want, a cleaner to use you till he cums?" You gasp out, but you're just leaking more, whining out. His huge hands snake over your waist, shoving you down fully and bottoming out. "Admit it, pretty little sphereite, they couldn't fuck you good enough up there,"
Your answer is to cling to him, breasts right in his face, nipples he'd personally pierced himself one drunken night together. He groans, barbell on his tongue ring clicking yours, black nails digging into your hips, moan from the back of his throat.
"N-no one fucked good up there," your little confession makes him leak pre. "Couldn't cum till y-you..."
"Shit," Enjin exhales, breath against a puffy nipple coated in his spit, glossy. "No one made you cum? But you're so easy, princess."
Enjin slams his cock to the hilt, your juices leaking down his heavy balls, splattering down and dripping between his muscled, tattooed thighs onto the old, worn couch.
"So easy f'me, hah," he lifts you again, like you're nothing. "I'll use you then, like the needy little slut you are."
His words are insane, up top it was nothing like this, raw and feral, but you're just nodding, rolling your hips so his pierced tip drags on your cervix.
"Then use me."
Fuck you're perfect.
Enjin slams your ass down hard, bruising your waist with those long fingers pressing into the curve of your ass, slamming you down over and over. But - ever a man who enjoys to have a woman cum - he makes sure to slip your hand between your bodies.
"Play with that clit," he moans out, golden eyes damn near black. "Lemme fuckin' feel her milk me."
You flush at the lewd, obscene action, even after fucking Enjin several times you haven't played with yourself.
"Little circles," sometimes he's sweet, guiding your fingers, leaned back with his feet on the worn carpet, shoving his cock up so deep you scream out. "There you fuckin' go, look at ya,"
You're drowning in his praise while your cunt drools down, gushing as your fingers and his press your clit, sending you over the edge. He's soon to follow - you don't realize how badly he's wanted to bust his hot sticky load inside you rather than use protection. Its filthy, his cum pouring and flooding, slipping down in messy strings whole your muscles clamp down so much his cock is milked for everything.
"Enjin!" You whine out, he kisses you quiet, moaning and pushing you over the edge again, overstimulation hitting.
"Slutty cunt wanted all my cum, hah..." his words are filthy, just letting your aftershocks drain his balls for every drop.
It's like this since he found you, him brushing your hair back and studying you after, eyes saying things his lips couldn't yet. Flipping you over, lapping his own cum right out of your hole, drinking up the filthy little mess and making you squirt again, not letting a drop of his cum go to waste.
Smoking you out more after, until you forget the world around you both, falling asleep high off him on that couch, earning him smiling and tucking you in. He has another mission tonight and it's too dangerous, he hopes you won't kick his ass when he lets you sleep through it.
You look too fucked out and cute to wake up.
tagging my enjin girls - @honeybunnnnie @blkkizzat @cupidstrace
sae never really spends alot of time with you because he is almost always out and about, playing matches in different countries. when he does come home, you want to spend every single living moment with him.
so, being the world’s best girlfriend you are, you have to complete your duty to help him out with his morning wood!
“mmh..” sae fluttered his eyes open when he felt something warm and hot wrap around his cock. he looked down to see your face buried in his crotch, mouth hollowed out and sucking on his fat cock.
sae didn’t say anything, only reached down to place a large firm hand on the crown of your head to push your head further down until you could feel his heavy shaft in your throat, eliciting a gag from you. he licked his lips, watching you nuzzle into his pubes and drool around his dick.
“mhm..attagirl.” sae rasped out, his voice syrupy and deep from sleep. it made your cunt flutter and slick in your sleep shorts, dampening the fabric.
oh, you could do this every morning.
𐀔 shidou ryusei
shidou has the most chronic case of morning wood till date. he physically cannot wake up without a massive, swinging boner which is why he prefers sleeping naked. apart from being able to feel your bare skin against his, he can also rub his cock against your thigh in his sleep.
“c’mon princess..wake up..let me love on you a little..” shidou grinded against your thigh, his bare cock sitting heavy on your flushed skin. “ryuu’ go to bed..” you tried turning around but shidou held you firmly in place.
“then just let me do all the work, please sweet girl.” shidou wasn’t better than begging when he wanted something bad. you just sighed and gave in, shidou immediately grinned gleefully.
it was four in the morning but shidou was fucking your thighs like his life rode on it. his large palms gripped the doughy meat of your thighs, cock slipping in and out of the gap between your thighs and pussy.
“you told me to go to bed mm? but look at this little cunt. ‘s fucking soaking my dick.” shidou panted, tongue between his teeth. he slapped your thighs and kneaded them harsh enough to sting, “ryuu—!” you gasped, your pussy was absolutely drenched. strings of your slick sticking to the veiny surface of shidou’s cock.
“i love these thighs—oh ffucck mama..”
𐀔 nagi seishiro
nagi is..a strange being. he would be sleeping like a log but his dick would still be bricked like a bitch in his sweatpants. and what good would it be if you didn’t help him out with it?
you straddled nagi’s hips while he slept, you looked down at his handsome sub-conscious face and began to hike the hem of your nightgown up your thighs.
you were already soaked, the damp gusset of your panties clinging to your cunt. you slid them to the side, whimpering softly as the cold air of the room hit your sensitive pussy.
you pushed nagi’s sweatpants down, freeing his cock from its confines. oh fuck, you salivated at the sight. it was fat and delicious, the mushroom tip flushed a pretty pink and drooling pre which trailed down to his balls. it bobbed heavy against his stomach and reached upto his belly button.
you could barely wrap your fist around it, the plump hot flesh filled out your fist with still much left. you maneuvered your hips until you were sitting on his cock, your labia parting as you rubbed yourself against his dick.
you didn’t put it inside you, you just sat on it. your cunt was dripping on his cock, mixing with his precum creating a filthy mixture of your juices. you could feel his veins drag against your sensitive folds and it made you mewl.
“s-sei’..” the feeling of your pussy fluttering on and drowning his dick broke him out of his sleep. “princess what are you doing..” he mumbled, voice thick with lingering sleep as his big palms rubbed his sleep-crusted eyes.
“you were hard..i wanted to help you out..” you whimpered, back arching as you rubbed your pussy up and down his length. nagi grabbed your hips with a low groan and lifted you just enough to slip his cock inside of you.
it slipped in completely with a lewd ‘shlick’ sound making you gasp so pretty. your juices dripped down his cock whilst his big palms completely enveloped your waist, he began bouncing you up and down on his thick member, using you as a living fleshlight.
“mm..’s much better, now keep riding me like this. ‘m going back to bed.”
𐀔 michael kaiser
kaiser never really had morning wood before, atleast none that you knew of. so when today he sleeps in with an obvious tent in his pajamas, how are you supposed to resist playing with him a little?
“mihya..” you cooed softly, your small hands pumping kaiser’s cock in steady strokes, it barely fit in your hands despite using both of them. kaiser stirred awake with a muffled moan, blinking his bleary eyes.
“schatz—oh schieße..” kaiser threw his head back against the pillows at the feel of your soft, warm hands around his throbbing flesh. “fuckin’ nasty little slut..can’t even let me sleep..” kaiser cursed, chuckling.
“you call me nasty when you’re the one with a hard-on, mihya.” you smirked, pressing a hot kiss to the flushed crown of kaiser’s cock. “and you’re the one jacking me off, liebe. so who’s really the nasty one?” kaiser retorted.
you rolled your eyes playfully and kaiser reached out to wrap his larger, inked hand around your two smaller ones, guiding you on how to stroke him better.
kaiser threw his head back with a low, throaty sigh. “that’s it..”
2025-2026 — @reositos ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.
Just started watching the Gachiakuta series, and then your blog showed up and generally im actually obsessed
I was hoping you’re fine with discussion or headcannons or similar? I’d love to see How you’d think the platonic Gachiakuta cast as yanderes would react to the reader having an asthma attack suddenly or something similar, do you think it would make them worse? (Yandere wise) who do you think would deal with it best? Who do you think would be worst?
The World you belong to
(Platonic!Yandere!Gachiakuta x Isekaied!Reader)
A/N: I love this Idea, I am not very smart at shch topics but I did my Research! I decided to do Rudo, Zanka, Riyo, Guita and Remlin!
CW: Asthma, Possesive behavior, Yandere
Gachiakuta Masterlist
Rudo
Pure panic. His first instinct is to immediately carry you and seek help—no matter how far.
Becomes hyperprotective afterward: You're hardly allowed out alone.
Blames himself, even if it's not his fault.
Builds you a makeshift "safe nest"—clean, airy, free of dust particles.
As soon as you cough, he immediately reaches for his inhaler (always carries it with him).
Insomnia because he monitors you at night to make sure you're breathing.
His paranoia gets worse—anyone who stresses you out is immediately yelled at or chased away.
Avoids fights around you because he's afraid dust will trigger you.
If you pass out, he completely freaks out and cries while carrying you.
Afterward, he vows to become "stronger" so he can control anything that could harm you.
→ Best behavior: Immediate response, genuinely cares about you.
→ Worst aspect: Overprotective, smothering.
Riyo
Shocked, but remains relatively calm – she's the one who stabilizes you.
Uses all her knowledge of medicine and first aid.
Becomes very protective afterwards – constantly reminding you to breathe, take breaks, and drink water.
Starts to track exactly what you eat, drink, and inhale.• If you don't listen, she becomes slightly aggressive out of concern.
Avoids noisy or dusty places – she wants to "wrap you in cotton wool."
Secretly writes down when you had shortness of breath to identify patterns.
Tries to give you herbs or teas – somewhat distrustful of medication.
Becomes very calm when you show signs – you notice how all her attention is focused on you.
Outwardly cool, but inwardly completely consumed with worry.
→ Best behavior: Competent, medically calm.
→ Worst aspect: Passively controls you through "care."
Zanka
First confused ("What the hell is happening?"), then panic – he's unfamiliar with this.
His energy makes it worse: He talks too loudly, gesticulates too much.
When you collapse, he carries you with a "No, you're not going to die!"
Becomes unusually quiet afterwards – guilt.
Starts to "train" you to become stronger (even if it has nothing to do with asthma).
Develops a kind of protective complex: Only he is allowed to tax you, not others.
Beats people who upset you or stress you out.
Builds a kind of "clean zone" around you – no smoke, no dust, no strangers.
When you cough, you see their pupils shrink: pure fear.
Will never leave you unattended afterward—even if you protest.
→ Best behaviour: Emotional reaction, deep concern.
→ Worst aspect: Overcompensates with aggression and control.
Guita
Remains outwardly calm, but inwardly panicked—to the point of almost shaking.
Tries to act logically (inhaler, air, calm down), but voice cracks easily.
Afterward, they start constantly "monitoring" you with small gestures (e.g., monitoring your breathing).
Always has music playing because they think it calms you.
Creates a playlist of only calming songs.
If someone stresses you out, they immediately pull you away—without asking.
Develops a silent but intense fixation: They need to know you're breathing safely.
Barely sleeps when you're sick – sits awake with headphones on, but her eyes are fixed on you.
If you almost faint once, she barely speaks for days – complete shock.
Later, she uses music or recordings to "monitor" you (yandere style).
→ Best behaviour: Remains rational.
→ Worst aspect: Secretly monitoring and emotionally dependent.
Remlin
Observes the situation analytically, almost too calmly – Remlin wants to understand what's happening.
Gives you help quickly, but in a strangely emotionless way.
After that, Remlin begins to analyze your behaviour: when, how, why.
Sees your weakness as a "problem" that needs to be solved – if necessary through isolation.
Paints a protective spell on your body with your permission.
Feels powerful when you depend on him – a dangerous dynamic. (Through the spells)
If you ask Remlin to step back, Remlin reacts coldly but ignores you.
Rarely talks about feelings, but Remlin's obsession is evident in his gaze.
Would never allow you to be out of his reach – "for your safety."
→ Best behaviour: Effective, rational, always prepared.
a/n: basically this dude is fucking crazy and you’re like this ghost he’s obsessed over… so basically—obsessive!Isagi x ghost!Reader. It was also based off the song uhh “In my room” by ICP
The room was a tomb of shadows, heavy curtains drawn tight against the relentless stab of sunlight that dared to intrude. Isagi Yoichi huddled in the corner, his knees drawn up to his chest, the faint glow of a single bulb casting jagged silhouettes across the peeling wallpaper. It was his sanctuary, this dim cave where the world outside ceased to exist. No neighbors knocking, no voices from the street filtering in just the quiet hum of his fractured mind and the occasional creak of the old house settling like bones in a grave. He hadn't stepped foot outside in weeks, maybe months; time blurred in the darkness, a merciful haze that kept the loneliness at bay. But tonight, like so many nights before, he waited for her. The spectral visitor. His ghost, his succubus, the only thing that made the void bearable.
Isagi's fingers twitched against the cold floorboards, tracing invisible patterns born from delirium. Schizophrenia, the doctors had so called it once, back when he'd bothered with appointments. Pills prescribed, therapies suggested. He'd flushed them all down the toilet, watching the colors swirl away like his sanity. She was real to him, more real than the sun-scorched faces he'd glimpsed through cracks in the blinds. Your name? He didn't know, or maybe he did and it slipped away. She came at night, tapping on the window with nails that weren't quite solid, her form shimmering into existence like mist off a graveyard.
Tap. Tap. The sound echoed through the room, sharp and insistent. Isagi's head snapped up, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm. There she was, pressed against the glass, her pale face distorted by the grime-streaked pane. Long, tangled hair framed eyes that glowed with an otherworldly hunger, her lips parted in a pout that was equal parts seductive and petulant. She wore a tattered dress that clung to curves he knew by touch alone, translucent in places where the moonligh. Or was it her own ethereal light thst filtered through?
“Yoichi,” she whined, her voice a sultry rasp that seeped through the cracks, carrying the chill of the grave. “Let me in. It's cold out here, and I hate being alone!!!”
He scrambled to his feet, knees aching from the hard floor, and fumbled with the latch. The window swung open with a groan, and she slipped inside like a shadow given form, her body brushing against his in a way that sent shivers racing down his spine. She was dead and he knew that, deep in the rational sliver of his mind that still flickered like a dying bulb. But her touch... oh, her touch was fire and ice, solid and spectral all at once. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close, her breath ghosting over his skin without warmth.
“I've missed you,” she murmured, her fingers trailing down his chest, nails scraping lightly through the thin fabric of his shirt. “The nights without you are so empty. Why do you make me wait?”
Isagi's hands found her waist, gripping the illusion of flesh that yielded under his palms. “I didn't mean to. I was... thinking about you. Always thinking.” His voice cracked, a mix of desperation and devotion. She was his obsession, the anchor in his storm of isolation. Without her, the room closed in, the walls whispering accusations of madness.
She pouted again, stepping back just enough to let her eyes roam over him appraisingly. “But you let them bother me again, didn't you? Those noises from next door. The man with the dog… it barks all night, keeps me from sleeping. It hurts my head, Yoichi. Makes me want to leave…” Her lower lip trembled, a whiny edge to her tone that tugged at his frayed nerves like a puppet string.
His face twisted in panic. Leave? No, she couldn't. Not again. The last time she'd vanished, he'd spiraled for days and nights blending into a haze of rage and withdrawal. He'd smashed mirrors, clawed at his skin, screaming her name into the void. “I'll fix it,” he promised, his voice low and fervent. “Just stay. Please…”
She tilted her head, a sly glint in her eyes that he mistook for vulnerability. “Promise? I get so scared when you're not protecting me. Make the world quiet, Yoichi. For me.”
He nodded, already moving toward the door, the darkness outside his room no longer a barrier but a battlefield. The neighbor who was the old man with the yapping mutt—had complained once about the lights flickering in Isagi's window. Now, Isagi would silence him forever. He grabbed the knife from the kitchen drawer, its blade glinting dully in the low light, and slipped into the night like a predator born from the shadows.
The act was swift, brutal. The dog went first, a strangled yelp cut short by the thrust into its throat. The man barely had time to wake, his eyes widening in confusion before the knife plunged into his chest, again and again, hot blood spraying across Isagi's hands. He worked methodically, the violence a ritual to appease her, his mind chanting her whines like a mantra. “For you. To keep you.” By the time he dragged the bodies into the overgrown yard, burying them shallow under the cover of midnight, his shirt was soaked, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. The world was quieter now, the only sound his own pounding heart.
Back in the room, she waited, lounging on his bed like a queen on a throne of stained sheets. “Did you do it?” she asked, her voice a coaxing purr, though her eyes sparkled with something darker likw amusement.
“Yes,” he gasped, collapsing beside her, bloodied hands reaching for her form. “They're gone. No more noise. Stay with me, okay…?”
She smiled, a wicked curve of her lips, and pulled him down, her body materializing fully against his. He could feel her cool skin pressing into his fevered flesh, her legs wrapping around his waist as she ground against him. “Good boy,” she whispered, her whiny tone shifting to something needy. “Now show me how much you want me here.”
Their coupling was frantic, desperate. Isagi's hands roamed her body, tearing at the ethereal fabric of her dress until it dissolved like smoke. He thrust into her, the sensation a paradox—her pussy clenching around his cock with tightness, wet and inviting yet chilling him to the bone. She moaned, arching beneath him, her nails raking down his back, drawing real blood that mingled with the neighbor's. “Harder, Yoichi,” she whined, her voice breaking into gasps. “Makes me feel alive—“
He obeyed, pounding into her with a rhythm born of obsession, the bed creaking under their weight. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples hard peaks he sucked into his mouth, biting down until she cried out—a mix of pain and pleasure that echoed his own delirium. Cum built in him like a storm, and when he finally released, spilling deep inside her spectral core, she shuddered around him, her form flickering as if feeding on his essence.
For a while, they lay tangled, her head on his chest, his fingers stroking her hair. “See? This is our room,” he murmured, echoing the thoughts that plagued his mind. “No one else. Just us…”
But she was manipulative, a liar in truth, toying with the threads of his sanity. Days turned to weeks, their nights filled with passion and whispers. She'd whine about the mailman who lingered too long at the door, her eyes filling with feigned tears. “He looks at the house wrong, Yoichi. It makes me uneasy. What if he tells someone about us?”
And so he waited in the shadows of the porch, knife hidden in his sleeve. The mailman dropped one day, throat slit ear to ear, letters scattering like bloody confetti. She rewarded him with her mouth on his cock that night, sucking him deep while her tongue swirled in ways no living woman could, her whines vibrating around him until he came down her throat, her form swallowing every drop.
The pattern repeated, her complaints growing more elaborate, his responses more savage. The woman across the street who watered her flowers too early in the morning, “Her voice is annoying, Yoichi, it pierces my ears!” A quick garrote in the dawn light, the body slumped against the fence. The delivery boy who constantly knocks at doors too loudly, “He scares me, makes me want to hide!” A hammer to the skull in the alley, brains splattering the pavement.
Each kill bound him tighter to her, his room a gallery of drying bloodstains and hidden trophies, a lock of hair here, a bloody cloth there. He avoided the sunlight like a vampire, his skin paling to match hers, his eyes hollowed by the endless night. “You're mine,” he'd growl during their frenzied fucks, pinning her down and rutting into her ass, the tight ring of her spectral hole gripping him like a vice. She'd whine and beg, “Yes, all yours, but only if you keep the world away..!”
Then, inevitably, she vanished. One night, after he'd culled a family down the block due to her complaint about the children's laughter being “too bright, too alive”. He reached for her in the dark, and his hands grasped only air. The bed was empty, the air still. “Where are you?” he whispered at first, sitting up, scanning the shadows.
Hours passed. Days. The tap-tap never came. Isolation clawed at him, the room shrinking, the walls pressing in with accusations. “I killed for you!” he shouted, punching the mirror until glass shattered and blood flowed. “Where the fuck are you?!”
He spiraled, pacing the room in circles, his mind fracturing further. Hallucinations bled into reality to the point he seen her face in the stains on the floor, heard her whines in the wind rattling the window. Four days in, he snapped. The landlord, come to collect rent he'd long ignored, he knocked once. Twice. Isagi got fed up and dragged him inside, the screams muffled by duct tape, the knife carving slow, deliberate paths across flesh. “This is for her… you’re so fucking noisy.” he ranted, blood painting the walls like abstract art. “She'll come back now. She has to.
But she didn't. Weeks stretched into months, the room a festering wound of decay and madness. He barely ate, surviving on canned goods and the ghosts of her touch. Nights blurred into fever dreams where he fucked the empty air, humping the mattress while calling her name, cum staining the sheets in futile offerings. “Why isn't she coming back? I did everything right.”
The outside world noticed eventually, police sirens in the distance, whispers of a killer haunting the area. But Isagi's room was his fortress, barricaded against intrusion. He whispered to himself, mimicking her whiny voice. “Yoichi, protect me. Make it quiet.” And so he planned his next offering, a neighbor he'd overlooked, the violence a prayer to summon her.
Two months. Three. The tap-tap finally came on the fourth, faint at first, then insistent. He flung the window open, and there she was, pouting as if no time had passed. “I've been so lonely without you,” she whined, slipping inside. “The world out there is cruel. But you... you made it safe again, didn't you?”
He pulled her close, trembling, his obsession reignited. “I killed them all. For you.”
Her laugh was soft, chilling. “I know. Now, show me.” And as he thrust into her once more, the cycle began all over again. The comfort in delusion, violence in devotion, her whines were the only thing keeping him sane.
Just started watching the Gachiakuta series, and then your blog showed up and generally im actually obsessed
I was hoping you’re fine with discussion or headcannons or similar? I’d love to see How you’d think the platonic Gachiakuta cast as yanderes would react to the reader having an asthma attack suddenly or something similar, do you think it would make them worse? (Yandere wise) who do you think would deal with it best? Who do you think would be worst?
The World you belong to
(Platonic!Yandere!Gachiakuta x Isekaied!Reader)
A/N: I love this Idea, I am not very smart at shch topics but I did my Research! I decided to do Rudo, Zanka, Riyo, Guita and Remlin!
CW: Asthma, Possesive behavior, Yandere
Gachiakuta Masterlist
Rudo
Pure panic. His first instinct is to immediately carry you and seek help—no matter how far.
Becomes hyperprotective afterward: You're hardly allowed out alone.
Blames himself, even if it's not his fault.
Builds you a makeshift "safe nest"—clean, airy, free of dust particles.
As soon as you cough, he immediately reaches for his inhaler (always carries it with him).
Insomnia because he monitors you at night to make sure you're breathing.
His paranoia gets worse—anyone who stresses you out is immediately yelled at or chased away.
Avoids fights around you because he's afraid dust will trigger you.
If you pass out, he completely freaks out and cries while carrying you.
Afterward, he vows to become "stronger" so he can control anything that could harm you.
→ Best behavior: Immediate response, genuinely cares about you.
→ Worst aspect: Overprotective, smothering.
Riyo
Shocked, but remains relatively calm – she's the one who stabilizes you.
Uses all her knowledge of medicine and first aid.
Becomes very protective afterwards – constantly reminding you to breathe, take breaks, and drink water.
Starts to track exactly what you eat, drink, and inhale.• If you don't listen, she becomes slightly aggressive out of concern.
Avoids noisy or dusty places – she wants to "wrap you in cotton wool."
Secretly writes down when you had shortness of breath to identify patterns.
Tries to give you herbs or teas – somewhat distrustful of medication.
Becomes very calm when you show signs – you notice how all her attention is focused on you.
Outwardly cool, but inwardly completely consumed with worry.
→ Best behavior: Competent, medically calm.
→ Worst aspect: Passively controls you through "care."
Zanka
First confused ("What the hell is happening?"), then panic – he's unfamiliar with this.
His energy makes it worse: He talks too loudly, gesticulates too much.
When you collapse, he carries you with a "No, you're not going to die!"
Becomes unusually quiet afterwards – guilt.
Starts to "train" you to become stronger (even if it has nothing to do with asthma).
Develops a kind of protective complex: Only he is allowed to tax you, not others.
Beats people who upset you or stress you out.
Builds a kind of "clean zone" around you – no smoke, no dust, no strangers.
When you cough, you see their pupils shrink: pure fear.
Will never leave you unattended afterward—even if you protest.
→ Best behaviour: Emotional reaction, deep concern.
→ Worst aspect: Overcompensates with aggression and control.
Guita
Remains outwardly calm, but inwardly panicked—to the point of almost shaking.
Tries to act logically (inhaler, air, calm down), but voice cracks easily.
Afterward, they start constantly "monitoring" you with small gestures (e.g., monitoring your breathing).
Always has music playing because they think it calms you.
Creates a playlist of only calming songs.
If someone stresses you out, they immediately pull you away—without asking.
Develops a silent but intense fixation: They need to know you're breathing safely.
Barely sleeps when you're sick – sits awake with headphones on, but her eyes are fixed on you.
If you almost faint once, she barely speaks for days – complete shock.
Later, she uses music or recordings to "monitor" you (yandere style).
→ Best behaviour: Remains rational.
→ Worst aspect: Secretly monitoring and emotionally dependent.
Remlin
Observes the situation analytically, almost too calmly – Remlin wants to understand what's happening.
Gives you help quickly, but in a strangely emotionless way.
After that, Remlin begins to analyze your behaviour: when, how, why.
Sees your weakness as a "problem" that needs to be solved – if necessary through isolation.
Paints a protective spell on your body with your permission.
Feels powerful when you depend on him – a dangerous dynamic. (Through the spells)
If you ask Remlin to step back, Remlin reacts coldly but ignores you.
Rarely talks about feelings, but Remlin's obsession is evident in his gaze.
Would never allow you to be out of his reach – "for your safety."
→ Best behaviour: Effective, rational, always prepared.
