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Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone, Pierro, Childe

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you've worked on the underground district ever since your mother passing. Not knowing who your father was, you didn't have anyone to support you but yourself. You took the same job your mother did, save a part of the money you earned for emergencies, and only payed for your necessities. Danger has already been part of your life ever since you were born. Life could've been more meaningless but you lived out of spite. You wanted to beat the hell out of your bastard father and ask for all his wealth as a compensation for his unpayed child support and your mother's passing. However none of that mattered since a new door opened right in front of you dangling a tempting offer, you just couldn't resist. content warning : grammatical errors and typos

Kaizo - Boboiboy

《 Compilation of Kaizo imagines/scenarios 》

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1 - how he treats you : link

Contains: kiss, mentions of teasing and making you flustered(not elaborated), tiktok video

2 - smut : link

Contains: slight nsfw, mentions of dick and cock, kissing, typos and grammatical errors, not proofread.

3 - headcanon : link link

Contains: Kaizo, Ejo jo

[yinyuedijun]

TRUST FALL | asakura shin x f!reader

Shin is a painfully vanilla guy but tries his best to let you live out your kinky fantasies. You have a breakdown when you try to indulge his very normal one. (Or: 3 times Shin humoured your kinks + 1 time you humoured his.)

11.5k words, sequel to situationship. nsft tags: fingering with the power glove, free use, somnophilia, domesticity kink + breeding kink. all sex is consensual (sometimes veers into cnc territory, shin relies on esp to obtain consent), none of it is rough or mean. toward the end of the fic, the narrative focuses on anxieties and/or desires about starting a family. chapter 203 spoilers. dividers by @/cafekitsune!

IMPORTANT: the reader is hypersexual due to off-screen sexual trauma, which is not explicitly described, but is discussed. there is also one non-graphic nightmare related to this trauma that turns into a horny dream about shin (lol). 20% of this fic is a psychosexually strange healing narrative, 80% of it is just silly porn.

Sometimes, Shin is glad that he can hear all your thoughts.

Mind you, it's not like he doesn't want to give you some privacy. God knows he's tried a million times to tune out your internal monologue the way he can normally do with other people, and god knows you’ve tried your hardest to imitate the cognitive trick that Nagumo does to keep his mind hidden away from Shin. The reality is, though, that your feelings always overpower any psychological barrier that the two of you attempt to create. Your thoughts are always too loud for him to ignore, usually because you're either too happy or too horny around him to keep them quiet. Apparently Shin has that effect on you.

But often he doesn't mind it. It’s sometimes even convenient. Helpful for all the stuff that you want to do in bed, for example.

Now, Shin’s known from Day 1 that you're kind of a freak. He’s seen enough of your psyche to understand the exact nature of your sexual fantasies, and on the day that you became an official couple, he went home and googled how you're supposed to have safe, sane, and consensual sex with a person who dreams of doing the exact opposite of that. Although Shin is himself a strictly vanilla guy, and the two of you were already having perfectly nasty vanilla sex that was satisfying you—he likes you a lot. He wants to treat you right, give you nice things. This includes everything from flowers to chocolates to exciting orgasms for the rest of your life, even if it means he’ll need to get a little freaky about it.

Shin’s since ended up learning a lot about BDSM, and he’s also ended up trying a lot of basic BDSM practices that don't really work on you. You are shockingly bad at enforcing your boundaries. You always get too horny to remember your safeword (Resident Evil—you chose it yourself), find it too much work to use nonverbal cues, and you dry up whenever he tries to use the traffic light system.

“It doesn't matter,” you once whined at him, “it’s not like I’d ever not wanna have sex! You can do whatever you want to me.” Which was an insane thing to say, and exactly why Shin feels like you should know how to use a safeword. But when he tried to explain this to you, you’d crawled into his lap and begged him to fuck you anyway. His dick got so hard that he could only say yes, though he first made you understand that it would be regular sex, not the stuckage roleplay you'd been asking him to try.

Regular sex. You're only supposed to be having regular sex.

There is no reason why you should be in tears right now, desperately trying to stop yourself from cumming on Shin’s fingers—and all over his power glove.

This is mostly your fault. Mostly. Ever since seeing Shin nearly kill someone using the thing, you've fantasised about him having it on in bed. Specifically, you’ve fantasised about him wearing it while his fingers are knuckle-deep in your dripping pussy. Shin wasn't ever planning on humouring those daydreams, but, well. He likes you a lot. He wants to give you nice things. If you want to have a mind-blowing orgasm while you're grinding your clit against the power glove, he'll let you—on the condition that you don't ruin it.

You've been having a lot of difficulty fulfilling this condition.

You're breathless, broken. Face tight from the effort of holding back your orgasm for so long. You’ve cum nearly twice now, and only didn't because Shin decided not to force it. Not yet, anyway. He admits he's being a little mean: every time he curls his fingers and rubs your sweet spot, he feels your cunt drip for him and he can’t help but do it more. The tears pearling up at the corners of your eyes and the way you're trying to squirm away from his hand would ordinarily make him stop—even make him worry—but then he hears you thinking, right there, right there, feels so good Shin you make me feel so good do that again, and then of course he has to comply.

“Shin,” you whimper, “I’ll cum if you don't stop that.”

You try to pull away again, hips jerking back from his touch, but your pussy is begging for him—tight and wet and greedy for more. His fingers are soaked, as is the black steel encasing his palm. Part of Shin feels like the glove has already been ruined; the rest of him is too horny to care. Completely unrepentant, his thumb rubs gentle circles into your clit, and he feels his cock throb at the noise you make.

“Shin,” you whine, “don't.”

He glances up at you. “You want me to stop using my fingers?”

No. You bite your lip. Pretend to look distressed. “I… I’ll make a mess if you don't.”

“I'll slow down,” he promises, and when he eases the pressure on your g-spot, your inner disappointment is so loud that he knows what he should do next.

When Shin lowers his face between your legs and pushes your thighs open with his free hand, you squeal.

“Shin!”

“What? I’m not using my fingers. Should be fine, right?” He doesn't need to wait for a response—he already knows what you're thinking—so he leans down and puts his mouth on you the way he's been wanting the whole night.

You whine when you feel his tongue on your clit. Clench immediately around his fingers—more Shin please I want more please touch me the way I like, you know where—so he curls them again, and the way you cry makes him want nothing more than to get on top of you and fuck you properly.

But that's not how you want to cum. You don't want to cum on his cock; you want to finish on his fingers, soak the sheets, and probably ruin Natsuki’s day with a repair call. So Shin closes his eyes and starts sucking at your clit, and he’s relentless about it—even though you try to push him away, even though you start keening and telling him to slow down, even when you’re panting hard and pleading with him to give you a break. “Shin,” you say, voice breaking, “Shin, no, I can't, please, I'll—I’ll cum, you gotta stop, no no no, I can't, I can't—”

You sob. Fully cry as your back arches, and Shin groans as you gush all over his fingers. Can’t help but watch as you fall apart for him, the way you’ve been wanting the whole time. He admits that it was hot seeing you cum despite the fact that you were begging not to, knowing that he was the one to make you lose control. Still, Shin is a vanilla guy; as soon as you've calmed down, he's wiping away your tears and studying you carefully.

“Are you okay?” he asks. “Was that alright? I was reading your mind the whole time and did whatever you were saying to me, but I was still a little worried that—”

You throw your arms around him and shut him up with a kiss.

Once Shin gives up on the use of safewords and starts relying on his clairvoyance, the free use thing also becomes a lot easier.

Now, it isn't like you aren't beaming into Shin’s mind—whether at the store, in your home, or even on the train—that you want him to fuck you at all times. It isn't like he's happily obliging whenever he's over at your place, as many times as his dick will allow. But he likes to ask first, and he likes to hear you say yes first. Unfortunately, you have the specific fantasy that Shin doesn't care what you want—you just want him to manhandle you and pull you onto his cock whenever he feels like it. Also, it's apparently very important that he takes you by surprise, and that he keeps going even if you complain about it?

Shin truly doesn't get it. He's not opposed to having frequent sex. He likes you a lot, wants to give you nice things. You want his cock inside you at all hours of the day? Sure, he’ll give it to you. But why do you want him to be so rude about it? Whatever happened to saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’?!

So anyway, he does it.

It’s hard catching you by surprise. His ESP tells him that you do want—and now expect—to be fucked nearly every moment of every day. You want it in the morning, when you wake up in bed and heat starts curling in your belly at the sight of him next to you. You want it when you're in the kitchen, trying to focus on making dinner while you squeeze your thighs together and try to relieve some of the heat between your legs. You want it as you clean the windows, your panties soaked and thighs messy with slick, thinking of the way Shin fucked you against the glass just the day before.

Want you inside me, Shin, you think nearly all the time. Want you to use me. Please?

This is how you find yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, all the dishes in the sink forgotten as your pussy squeezes around his dick. How you find yourself warming his cock as the two of you watch TV, your focus on the screen wavering as his fingers circle your bud. How he ends up interrupting you when you’re trying to read, pulling down your top so he can squeeze your breasts and tease your nipples through your bra. Stress relief, he calls it, which is true. There are fewer things that take his mind off his ex-assassin troubles than playing with your tits as you squirm on his lap, listening to you squeal and whine as you try to read. Sometimes he can get you to cum that way, too—just by licking and pinching your nipples and letting you grind yourself on his thigh.

It takes him a long time to actually get you off-guard, though.

He finally manages it when he comes home after a late shift in the store, wound up from nearly (but not actually!) killing two hitmen. It wasn't the violence that had bothered him, really; it was the fact that those pricks had knocked over an entire shelf in the store in the process of attempting murder. Couldn't they have attacked Mr. Sakamoto outside?! It took fucking forever to clean up and restock all those cooking wines and soy sauces. Assholes.

To his significant shame, Shin spent his entire commute afterward thinking of coming home and seeing you. Not to kiss you and cuddle with you, which was the sort of thing he wanted to do at the start of the relationship—but to pull you onto his lap and hear the cute noises you make whenever he plays with your body. Apparently that's now his stress response after several weeks of your free use policy, which makes him want to die a little bit. But as this been your explicit goal, he also decides not to fault himself for it too much.

By the time he's stepping into your apartment, he's already hard and thinking about which positions he’ll fuck you in.

In a miraculous twist of fate, Shin catches you while you're folding laundry and thinking about the news, rather than the way his dick felt inside you last night. He knows then that this is his moment: the stars have aligned, and he can finally fulfill your favourite fantasy.

“Shin,” you say, face lighting up. “Welcome home! I didn't hear you come in.”

When he kisses you, you beam at him in a way that's so pretty and innocent that it makes his cock twitch and has him feeling bad about what he's about to do. The two of you could have a wholesome night in for once. You're in the mood for it. He can tell from the way you’re chattering at him about your day off with Lu, and how you’re thinking about maybe doing a trip to Hakone with him because of a travel ad you saw on the subway. I've only ever been once on a mission… it would be nice to go as a couple next time. I wanna go to a ryokan with Shin…

Shin would definitely enjoy a couple’s trip with you. Not just to Hakone, but everywhere else in the world too. Maybe it can be an annual thing, something to do for anniversaries. (Though it's not like he’s thought of destinations for your next five anniversaries or anything. Nope. Not at all.)

Ordinarily he'd start trip planning with you on the spot, but this is an unprecedented opportunity, and his dick is throbbing from the sweet way you keep looking at him. You're in the middle of talking about plans for the rest of the evening, still folding laundry, when Shin's hands slip beneath the hem of your t-shirt.

He feels like a creep doing it. It's rude, right? It's so rude. You were thinking just now about making some popcorn and cuddling up to him and watching John Wick tonight. You weren't expecting to feel his palms sliding up your sides and cupping your breasts. Or for him to start kneading them.

But after a moment of shock, Shin hears a mental cheer from you that’s so loud that it nearly has him laughing.

Of course, you don't voice your enthusiasm. “Shin,” you whine instead, squirming as his fingers start circling your nipples, “I'm—ah—trying to get these chores done.”

“I’m sure they can wait,” he says, pulling you backwards. His cock presses against your ass and your thrill is palpable in his neurons. “This’ll be quick. I promise.”

You don't give in immediately. You chide him a little, then make a half-hearted attempt at continuing at your task. Your hands shake as you pick a shirt out of the basket and start folding it, all while you're being groped and teased and rutted against like a toy. You’re opening a drawer when Shin’s hand wanders between your thighs and he runs his fingers along your shorts. They're thin enough for you to feel his touch through the fabric, and you shudder when he starts rubbing your pussy through them—with a precision that has you melting, because he can hear it when you think about how good it feels when he touches your clit like that, especially while he's ignoring your complaints about it. Who knew you had it in you, Shin? you giggle internally. (Definitely not him, he wants to reply.)

He slides a hand into your shorts, and that's when you drop the laundry and give up.

Shin finds himself fucking you for the better part of the night, first from behind, then from beneath you. The sight of you bouncing on his cock drives him so crazy that he has you pinned underneath him not too long later, moaning and drooling as he drives you into the mattress. He only stops when you start thinking that you're starting to feel too sore. (You can keep going anyway, Shin, you tell him, but he knows he wouldn't be able: it kills his boner whenever you're in any kind of pain.)

But even if you’re a bit uncomfortable, you're practically glowing by the time he's finished.

“That was so fun,” you say as you kiss him. “You should do that more often.”

Shin snorts. “I don't think we can have sex any more than we already do without my dick falling off.” He gives you a curious look, suddenly worried. “Is this really not enough for you, though? ‘cause I can do other things if you want. Use my mouth, or toys, or whatever…”

You seem confused. “Well, it's not really about how many rounds we go…”

He blinks. “It's not?”

“No.”

“Then what is it about?”

You tilt your head. “Haven’t I said it? I mean, I've definitely thought it. It’s about being treated like a ho—”

“I know,” Shin interrupts, deadpan, and you giggle. But then he's studying you intensely; if he wants to give you exciting orgasms for the rest of your life, he'll need to understand what makes you tick.

“What’s the appeal of, uh… being treated that way? If it's not just about how many times we do it in a day?”

Shin encounters one of the major limitations of ESP: if you can't form a coherent thought, then Shin can’t read it. He can only see the knot in your brow, feel the discombobulation in your mind as you try to make out the exact shape of your desire. See it in your face when you can't.

“Who knows,” you finally say. “It's just hotter the way we did it just now, I guess? Like, it's a whole genre of porn. Tons of people like it.”

He frowns. Shin truly doesn't get it, and he wishes he did. But he doesn't need to understand your fantasies to humour you, as long as it makes you happy.

Though... there is one free use scenario he can't deliver.

No matter how many times he’s tried and how many times you've begged him, Shin can't bring himself to have sex with you in your sleep.

He feels a bit bad about it, honestly, because you clearly really want it. You've pleaded with him to try it out for the past twenty nights in a row, slept in exceptionally revealing lingerie just to tempt him, and have recently begun a diabolical routine of teasing him every night. You make out with him, rub yourself on him like a cat in heat, and grind your core on his aching cock through your tiny little panties—all before rolling over in bed and knocking out.

But despite your new habit leaving him with the worst case of blue balls in the world, Shin just can't bring himself to touch you in your sleep.

He doesn't get how it's supposed to work in the first place. It's a kink you probably picked up from all the fanfiction and doujinshi that's rotted your brain, and it doesn't make sense at all when applied to real life. A trained assassin is the worst person to try somnophilia with: “You're a light sleeper and your first instinct is to kill anyone who startles you,” he’d pointed out once. “How am I even supposed to touch you in your sleep without you waking up and accidentally stabbing me?”

In response, you started to take benadryl and melatonin before going to bed, and you promised that you would absolutely, 100% not stab him if you woke up in spite of that. (Okay, it might be more like 90%, but Shin can just use his ESP to see the future and dodge, right?) This flabbergasted him, but also didn't really surprise him.

It also didn’t really help.

The heart of the problem is that somnophilia is truly just too freaky for Shin. Despite everything he's tried with you, nothing really hits like vanilla sex. Even when he's enjoying the more adventurous stuff, he can only do so if he knows without a doubt that you're fully into it, and that's just kind of impossible if you're asleep when he's doing it. What if you wake up and realise that you didn't want any dick that night, actually? What if you wake up and you feel complicated, empty—not as good as you thought you would?

“But I’m always going to want it,” you insist, “and I'll like whatever you do with my body! You don't have to worry about all that.” Which is, again, an absolutely insane thing to say—but Shin doesn't know how to explain that to you. Your mind buzzes with frustration and something that feels a little like heartache whenever he tries, a knot in your chest that you don't really understand yourself, and it makes him feel so bad that all he can do is kiss you until your sadness ebbs away.

So Shin keeps his hands to himself, even when you're having the horniest dreams he's ever seen.

He doesn't mean to peer in on them. It's just impossible not to when you're next to each other in bed and your subconscious is making you think and feel crazy things. The sad dreams are probably the loudest ones, but the wet dreams are a close second. And this current dream is both very wet and very loud. Whenever Shin closes his eyes, he sees it clearly: some faceless man is on top of you, inside you. With each thrust of his hips, you shift in your sleep—thighs pressed together, hips twitching. Hot breaths, little whimpers. Your body is begging to be filled.

Shin doesn't take it personally that you're dreaming of some random guy instead of him. It's part of a particular kind of free use fantasy for you—the idea of anonymous men using you impersonally, like some kind of gloryhole. You used to think of it so much in your waking hours that it's lost all shock value to him. It doesn't turn him on, either—it's just not his thing.

So he lies down next to you and prepares to fall asleep to some pretty mundane gangbang visions. He's nearly drifted off when something happens that makes his eyes open wide—

You start to feel uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable, uncertain. You've just realised that you can't recognise the face of the man on top of you, that you aren't sure if it's Shin. You’re squirming, wanting to get away, because I don't want anyone other than Shin to touch me, I don't want anyone other than him to use my body, I don't want anyone other than him inside it. A sense of panic grips you, and now the whimpers you're letting out don't sound needy anymore.

You sound afraid.

Shin is on you immediately. A hand on your cheek, his voice soft so as not to scare you. “Hey,” he says, “I’m right here. I'm right here. Wake up for me, okay? C'mon.”

He shakes you gently, and then not so gently, and now he's wondering what ungodly cocktail of sleep meds you took to stay unconscious like this. But even if you aren't awake, you can still hear him, his voice cutting through the fog of your sedative-fueled dream—and that's enough to comfort you. You can make out his features now, which are so handsome that you can't help but calm down.

Oh, your dream self says, it is you. Hi, Shin.

Shin sighs. “Hi,” he says, voice full of relief. “Yeah, it's me.”

The little smile you give him is so tender that his heart lurches. I'm so glad, you sigh. I don't want anyone else to do this to me.

This dream version of you is chatty. Infinitely chattier than your real self. I wouldn't have minded some other guy on top of me in the past, you know? you tell him as he undresses you. As long as I came, I didn't really mind whoever was inside me. It's not like I got to choose anyway. I was using my body for missions, so I only slept with whoever I got assigned. Cumming was a nice bonus though.

The Shin in your dream kisses a path from your jaw to your neck to your breasts, ignoring you. (The real Shin would never do this—he would probably start crying if you ever talked about any of this stuff out loud to him, actually.) He doesn't reply as you keep babbling about what sex used to be like for you, about all the stuff that Shin’s seen in your sadder dreams. Not that you think they're sad; you don't know that you sometimes cry in your sleep. You don't think it's too strange that the kind of sex you had for missions sometimes made you pretend that you weren't in your own body, that the kind of things being done to it weren't also being done to your heart. As long as your body had an orgasm, then you were probably enjoying it—that only makes sense, right?

But then you started sleeping with Shin, and sex always feels so different now. Shin doesn't just make you cum; he makes you feel like you're melting. Like you don't want to be anywhere in the world except in his arms where he can hold you and kiss you and hopefully fuck you a second time.

I never liked going multiple rounds with other people the way I do with you, you observe. I kinda feel like I maybe didn't like having sex at all. But you like it if it's Shin. All the things you hated doing with other people—being held, being kissed, being used—you always enjoy doing them with Shin. You’re actually pretty sure that you were doing them all wrong before you met him, and it's nice that your body feels right whenever he touches you now.

That's what you like most about when he fucks you, actually. You can always trust Shin to make your body feel right.

That's when it clicks for him: the shape of your desire, the reason your heart twinges when Shin starts talking about safewords and boundaries and how he can't just do whatever he wants with you. It makes him feel an ache in his own chest, and he finds himself leaning down to kiss your forehead, and then—after a long, thoughtful pause—the silky contour of your mouth.

The Shin in your dreams moves in lock-step with him. Kind of. He kisses you as well, his hands wandering all over your body. But then he gets wildly out of character. Shin goes bright red when he hears the porn dialogue he's been assigned. He wants to wake you up so he can tell you that he wouldn't ever call you his cum dump (what the hell), but it's making you wet that you're being treated like one—and to his utter shame, Shin’s dick is starting to twitch too. Something about you squirming underneath him, desperate and vulnerable for him even when asleep, is making his brain short-circuit.

When you start begging him to touch you—please, Shin, I was so scared I need to feel you now, need you inside me right now, want you to use my pussy, only you and no one else—Shin feels something inside himself snap.

And he touches you.

He starts with your breasts, because that seems least likely to disturb your sleep, and god knows he doesn't want you to wake up and witness him doing something so deranged. But your eyes stay closed even though you feel his touch in your dreams, your nipples pebbling as he teases and pinches them. Your brow dips and you whine, and you only get louder when his tongue starts swirling around a nipple—but you stay fully asleep.

When he reaches down, he's unsurprised to find your panties soaked through. Not just from your juices, but also from all the cum he left inside you earlier in the day. He strokes you through the ruined satin, a thumb rubbing your swollen clit, and he’s startled to feel you get even slicker. His dream self wonders at how sensitive you are, how needy your pussy is, and Shin cringes at hearing himself saying all that—but he also agrees. You always make a point of using toys to keep yourself stretched out for him if he's not around to do it himself, and your body is at this point practically trained to expect his touch—but even then, it's shocking how ready you are to take him even when unconscious.

When he pushes your panties to the side, he sees your hole is fluttering around nothing—both here and inside your dream. The sight makes him lose any shred of self-restraint, and he frees his dick from his sweats and starts fisting himself until his length is slick with his own pre-cum. Your subconscious can't quite recreate the feeling of taking his cock, leaving you panting and unsatisfied, and he fully intends to fix that.

He lines himself up with your slick folds—and he pushes into you.

Shin can hardly believe that you're still sleeping right now, all while your pussy helplessly swallows his cock. He'd feel bad if he didn't know how blissed out you were, your subconscious flooding with euphoria, your body overfilled with pleasure. He's being pretty rough with you in your dreams, but he's careful with you in reality, the way he's always told you he'd be.

Plus, he really doesn't want you to wake up.

But despite his best efforts, your eyes open. You're groggy, confused, not understanding what's happening and how come your breasts are exposed or why is there a cock inside you—and then your eyes are going wide as your pussy starts pulsing around him, and you're gasping and crying as you feel yourself soaking everything.

By the time you figure out what's going on, Shin’s come back to his senses. He blurts an apology on instinct, launches into a garbled explanation of why he was fucking you—but you just give him a dazed smile, a sweet little kiss, and then you turn over to spread your dripping pussy for him.

“Keep going, Shin,” you say, voice drowsy but no less clear. “You're still hard, right? Use my body until you feel better. Promise I'll like it.”

Shin sucks in a breath, feels the last threads of his sanity snapping. He's a vanilla guy, after all. Nothing hits like hearing you ask to be fucked out loud—except for maybe the sight of his cum dripping out of your swollen, needy pussy, your cunt fluttering around nothing and clearly wanting his cock back inside it. The combination is driving him wild.

You don't end up getting any more sleep after that.

The two of you do a lot after that. Way more than Shin ever thought he would in bed, including the most embarrassing roleplays in the world. There was the stuckage roleplay, the sex worker roleplay, the school classroom roleplay, the french maid roleplay, and—perhaps the worst of them all—the chikan roleplay.

(Yes—the two of you tried the free use thing in public, with Shin feeling you up during a commute home as you squirmed and pretended to ignore it. He'd tried to be subtle, telling himself he would stop if anyone noticed what you were doing, but you kept thinking that you really wanted him to keep going, so of course he had to oblige. Shin now can't take the Yamanote line without wanting to die from shame, nor without thinking about you instantly cumming on his fingers when he told you that you were being watched.)

But despite all those insane sex acts, nothing scares him as much as when you ask about his kinks.

“I don't have any specific fantasies,” he says quickly. “I'm a vanilla guy. You know that.”

“Uh huh. Sure. I also know that you're lying.”

He tries not to sweat.

“It’s okay, Shin,” you say delicately. “You don't need to be embarrassed. Breeding kinks are very common and respectable. It's the most normal thing out there, if you think about it. Humans need to procreate somehow, don't they?”

Shin can't form a response. He’s too busy visualising potential escape routes from this room, of which there are none because you are much faster than him and could easily intercept him if he bolted. When he accepts his fate, he forces himself to look at you and finds himself being stared at. Studied.

“So,” you say.

“S-so?”

“Tell me what flavour of breeding kink you like.”

His face burns. “What do you mean, flavour?”

“Like the kind of scenario where the breeding is happening. Like omegaverse, or hybrids, or those stories where someone's chained up and forcibly bred. You know.”

Shin realises then that he absolutely cannot tell you the fantasy that has him furiously jacking off when you aren’t around. He just knows you wouldn't understand it, and possibly you'd also read too much into it. Maybe you'd even freak out and break up with him. He’ll need to keep this a secret and carry it to the grave—or at least for another five years, after which it might make more sense to bring up as a serious conversation.

But you're very, very persistent about asking, and around five weeks later, he caves and tells you everything.

“Pleeease, Shin,” you beg for the millionth time, batting your lashes and giving him wide, pretty eyes you know he can't resist. “Whatever it is, I promise I won't judge. Like—I’m the last person who can make fun of anyone for their kinks. You know the kind of shit I read.”

Shin does indeed know the kind of shit you read—he’s also read it all, secondhand through your thoughts—and he does indeed know that you are in no position to judge anyone else for their preferences. But judgment isn't what he's worried about. It would be easier if it were. If his breeding kink had anything to do with omegaverse or hybrids or the weird dubcon stuff you described, it would be far less incriminating. But given the truth, he coughs and tries to crack a joke—“I dunno, it might be too freaky even for you”—and you give him a look so disappointed that he nearly flinches.

“H-hey—what’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” I just wish you trusted me. “I’m fine, I promise.” I trust you with my thoughts. How come you can't trust me with yours? “Don't pay attention to whatever you can hear from my mind, by the way. It's not anything you should worry about.” I don't want you to feel guilty.

The two of you have a strict rule, given your lack of mental boundaries: when Shin overhears something that you don't want to discuss, he's supposed to pretend it never happened. Usually he obliges, but this is just impossible to ignore. You have a point: you are willing to be vulnerable around him 24/7. There are no psychological barriers between the two of you. Each moment you choose to be with Shin, you also choose to forfeit all privacy for your heart—an act that confuses Shin as much as it moves him. Because everyone dislikes his uninhibited access to their minds. Everyone has something to hide. Everyone should be at least a little bit afraid of him—you, most of all.

The one time Shin voiced all this, you gave him a funny look and thought, I don't understand what you mean.

Because you don't mind that Shin can hear all your thoughts. You don't mind him knowing your insides, feeling out all the places that make you feel nauseous and bruised and dirtied. You don't mind that he's seen things about you that make you feel disgusted with yourself, things that make you feel like your body is undeserving of love—because you know he won't judge you for any of it. Because Shin is a good person, he’s good to me and he's good to my body, better than anyone else has ever been and will ever be. That must be why I have such mind-blowing orgasms when I sleep with him.

I didn't know how good sex could feel until I met you, Shin. Did you know that?

Shin did know that. He had actually figured all that out some time ago from seeing your dreams, which is only making him feel worse. His access to your thoughts is so unlimited that he understands your desires better than you do yourself. It's only fair that you should also understand some of his, right?

Besides, it's just a kink. A harmless kink. You won't think too hard about it, right?

Right?

He clears his throat.

“I…”

You glance at him, curious.

“I'm kinda into… like, a domestic kind of scenario… with the whole, uh…”

He can't bring myself to say it, so you do it for him: “The breeding thing? Like, you’re into the idea of breeding me in a domestic roleplay?”

Shin is going to die. But he perseveres, because it's you, and you deserve this bare minimum from him: “Yeah… like. You're a housewife, and we… y'know.”

You give him a blank stare, which then gives way to understanding. “Oh! I know what you mean.”

“D-do you?”

“Yeah! Like those doujinshi where there's a lonely housewife and the neighbour cucks her husband by sleeping with her, right? Or her daughter’s boyfriend sleeps with her. Or the husband’s father.” You hum, studying him, somehow not reacting to the way his jaw just dropped. Just what the hell have you been reading when he isn't around? “Or is it one of those wedding NTR scenarios?”

“What? No!” Shin really is going to die. But he comes clean, because he won't be able to live with himself if he gets roped into a roleplay about any of those situations: “I just mean, like. We’re a married couple, and we’re trying for a baby.”

You stare, and he hears the open confusion in your mind. Apparently you can't fathom why anyone would find a life of domestic bliss sexy if it's not about to involve some form of cucking. But you keep your word and don't judge him: “Oh. Well, that'll be easy enough to do.”

Shin blinks. “You mean… you’ll do it?”

“Of course I'll do it,” you say, warm and reassuring. “I wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel, Shin.”

Something in him melts at the words, especially because he can hear that you're saying them with your whole heart. Every response he can think of is lacking, and he's at a painful loss for a reply. But then you cheerfully add, “And anyway, you fingerbanged me on the Yamanote line. This is the least I can do in return,” and Shin goes back to wanting to disintegrate.

Despite Shin’s insistence that his fantasy has nothing to do with the R18 cucking doujinshi that you read, you seem dead set on taking inspiration from them. For the next week, he's subjected to some of the worst imagery he's ever encountered as you “perform research” for the scenario you're planning for him—which is to say, he reads a great deal of ecchi manga through your thoughts. Their contents make him incredibly afraid of whatever you'll come up with, but he's also oddly touched at how committed you are to the whole thing, so he can't help but leave you to your machinations.

And to be fair to you, you do your due diligence by asking him additionally what he wants.

“What’s your idea of domestic bliss?” you say one afternoon, when the shop is slow and sleepy and Lu is mercifully absent. “Like, what do you imagine a happy household looks like?”

Shin knows the answer immediately: Mr. Sakamoto with Ms. Aoi and Hana. Eating a home-cooked meal around a table with them and Lu. Waking up each morning to the scent of miso soup and the noise of a laughing child. Hana running into the store as she returns home from school, carefree and loved. Watching you teach her how to fold origami cranes so you can make some to hang from her ceiling. Seeing you beam when she says, Thank you, neesan.

Being embraced by you when he comes back to the store after almost dying. Feeling you wipe the blood off his knuckles before kissing them. Hearing you say, Welcome home, I missed you, let’s eat dinner. Cooking for you with his hands that he once used only for killing.

That's family to Shin. All of you, in the store, together.

Now, Shin will absolutely die if you use such sacred memories as a reference for this roleplay, so he doesn't voice any of this. Problem is—he doesn't have any other reference point for what a family should be. He grew up in a lab, and then afterwards he watched his father explode on a ship. You can't exactly fill in the gaps for him either, given how you were raised, and he constantly listens to the buzz of your disappointment at having no real material to work with for this roleplay.

“I dunno,” Shin eventually says. “Maybe, like, I come home and you’re in the kitchen? And I help you make dinner? And we eat together and go to bed together. I feel like that's what a married couple does.”

You hum. “Yes, that sounds right. And I'm wearing an apron, right? With a conservative outfit that's still tight enough to be kind of sexy?”

“Uh…”

“And I'm super lonely because you've been neglecting me because of work and we haven't had sex in two years?”

Shin is baffled. You can't even go two hours without asking him to have sex—two years is unfathomable. “Uh…”

“And the neighbour has made several passes at the lonely housewife next door, but I turn him down because I only want my husband’s cock inside me, right?”

Shamefully, Shin’s dick twitches at this last suggestion. Still, he says, “Er, no, I’d really just like you to act as you normally do. I don't need a re-enactment of The Neighbourhood Housewife series.”

“Aw, okay… And you're really sure you don't want me to wear an apron?”

Shin overhears a thought, and he almost snorts. “You're free to wear one if you want.”

“I just feel like aprons do a lot for me.” You give Shin—and his shop apron—a meaningful look. “Don't you?”

Shin tries not to flush. A little afraid that you'll next suggest that he wears an apron and plays a lonely househusband, he hastily says, “Good point. I think you should wear one.”

When Shin gets home that Friday, he discovers that aprons do a lot for him too.

This revelation is shocking for him, given all the housewife-centric porn that he's been forced to read secondhand. He's seen probably half a dozen women in nothing but aprons and hardly reacted to any of them, but the sight of you in a sky blue apron, humming as you chop away at some carrots, is doing something horrible to him.

The setup is getting to him too. There are couple photos placed throughout your apartment (among them is his personal favourite, taken among the cherry blossoms at Himeji Castle), as well as a fake wedding band on your finger (he’d picked out one with you at your insistence, and Shin thought it was funny at the time but now his ears are going pink at the sight of it). The air is rich with the fragrance of cooking rice and simmering curry. New curtains, a vase of flowers on the table, unfamiliar decor and some of his personal effects are placed throughout the living room—all to create the illusion of just having moved in together.

The scene isn't making him feel horny, exactly. It's more like it's making him feel warm.

It’d be nice if the two of you could live together like this, he thinks. If Shin could really come home to this everyday, and if you could really greet him with a kiss and smile, and if you could cook together and spend time together and fuck nasty together, if you could take your husband’s cock every day and get filled up with his—

Oh. Those are your thoughts. Not Shin’s.

He clears his throat, and he half-expects you to crack a joke about your dirty monologuing, but instead you put down your knife and come by to kiss him on the cheek. “Welcome home, dear,” you say warmly, and Shin’s heart jumps at the pet name. You smile as his cheeks flush: My husband is so handsome, you think, and Shin feels like he's about to explode.

Somehow, this is harder for him than fingerbanging you on the Yamanote line. That was mortifying, but this roleplay is quickly revealing things about his psyche that frankly distress him. Still, he plays his part, and tries to get into the appropriate mindset. You're his wife right now—his beautiful, pretty, gorgeous wife who he lucked out with and somehow married and now he’s has a home with you, and he's going to start a family with you, and he hopes the baby will have your smile and eyes and hair, and he's going to take so many photos of the two of you, and holy shit he's so glad you don't have ESP.

Anyway, he comes up with an underwhelming response: “H-hi. How was your day?”

“Good,” you say. “Was nice to get a break from work. Missed you the whole time though. You kept me waiting too long.” Wanted to feel you inside me all day, you whine at him mentally, and Shin doesn't know how actual married couples go about their daily lives. If you were really his wife and he heard you thinking like that, he'd probably never leave the house.

(Roleplay, he reminds himself immediately after. This is a roleplay. He shouldn't think about actually marrying you. That would be a dangerous route to go down, and he definitely hasn't thought about it before. Nor dreamt about it. No, sir.)

“I'll make it up to you,” he promises.

“You'd better.” You point at the curry that's simmering on the stove. “You can start by helping me with dinner.”

The way the rest of the night is similar to a regular evening together. The two of you cook together, eat together, and clean together. The only difference is that instead of hearing you monologue in your head about how much you want your boyfriend to fuck you, Shin is instead subjected to fantasies about your life as newlyweds. You beam a false memory of your wedding night directly into his head, and the mental image of Shin fucking you in your wedding dress has him so bricked up that he nearly breaks several glasses.

By the time you've both showered and gone to bed, Shin has been tortured for hours with detailed fantasies about your married sex life. (They involve various sets of bridal lingerie, an amorous honeymoon in Thailand, and sex on every surface in the apartment. All unprotected, of course, and accompanied by tender kissing each time.) Somehow, you don't break immersion even once. Even when Shin joins you in bed, you're thinking about how lucky you are to have him as your husband.

Shin doesn't think he's ever been so hard in his life.

You giggle when you’re straddling his lap, feeling it for yourself through your silk slip. “Someone’s excited.”

“‘Course I am,” he says between kisses. “How couldn't I be?”

How couldn't he be, if you were his wife?

(Roleplay, he reminds himself again. Roleplay. This is a roleplay! It's not good to think in marital hypotheticals. It's stupid, really. But he's doing it anyway and holy shit is it making him horny.)

He reaches under your slip, isn't surprised to find your cunt bare and dripping for him. Stretched myself out for you while I was at home today, you think as you move your lips against his, hot and messy and addictive. Used a toy, but it just wasn't the same as my husband’s cock.

He groans against your mouth as he reads your memories of your day: not a fabrication like the hazy visions of your false wedding and honeymoon, but detailed and heated and real. How you really did feel the frustration of a lonely and neglected housewife and couldn't help but take your favourite vibrator and spread yourself out on your shared bed. How you split yourself open on it and moaned his name as it stretched you out. How you gushed as you came, and how it still didn't feel as good as Shin’s touch because you didn't get to kiss him and feel his arms around you at the end.

He feels crazy when he lays you out beneath him. Insane when he studies your gaze, honeyed with lust, and your pussy, pretty and glistening for him. You give him a smile that's shy—genuinely shy, he can tell from your thoughts, because you've done a million freaky things but you've never acted out anything so tender before. Never played house like this, never imagined a cozy and warm life where you get to have a family.

He's never really thought of it before, either. He never had a cozy and warm life growing up, and he didn't really think he could ever change enough that he could have one. Never thought he could have a family, and maybe this is just a roleplay, but it's the first time he's really envisioning himself starting one.

“Are you gonna put a baby in me, Shin?” you ask shyly, and he nearly cums in his pants.

Shin generally likes to take his time with you in bed. Even if he can hear you mentally whining for his cock, he ordinarily likes to tease you with his tongue and fingers first. But he's desperate to be inside you today, and he can tell that you aren't upset by how quickly he frees his cock and presses it against your entrance. He can feel himself throbbing as he slides between your folds, his cock twitching at the slick and sticky noises from your cunt.

“So eager,” you tease. You break immersion just to taunt him, bedroom eyes turning sly: Wow, you really do get off to this stuff. Never would have pinned you for the type to enjoy breeding someone like this—

“Wife,” he corrects you without thinking, and you blink.

“Huh?”

“You’re not ‘someone’, you're my wife,” he says, fully talking with his dick, “I wouldn't marry anyone other than you, and I wouldn't put a baby in anyone other than you.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed. Shin is vaguely aware of your heart pounding as he lines his cock up with your entrance, your pussy fluttering even as your mind scrambles for words. “O-oh, really? I mean, I guess that is what the scenario-ohhh—aah…”

Your mind goes blank as Shin pushes into you, and Shin’s finding it equally hard to think. He can never get used to how you feel around him—tight and hot and perfect—and it’s even more overwhelming this time thinking that he'll get you pregnant. The thought has him feeling so insane, he can't help but start fucking you immediately.

You gasp when he starts thrusting, driving his cock into you at an angle that has you curling your toes. Pleasure bursts in your mind as he hits your sweet spot, your pussy squeezing around him each time. He's touched you so many times, fucked you into oblivion so many ways, committed every inch of your body and mind to muscle memory—it’s easy for him to take you apart, force you toward a quick finish.

Your hole starts dripping uncontrollably, and your belly tightens in a way that short-circuits your thoughts. Shin reaches between your bodies before you can fully comprehend it, rubbing your clit until you’re whimpering.

Sometimes your mind sounds very needy when you’re about to climax—more more more, right there, right there, don't stop, don't stop—and sometimes you sound pretty depraved—that’s right, Shin, fill me up, wanna be your cum dump—and sometimes you sound very tender—please kiss me, please hold me, please be as close to me as you can—but right now, you just sound shocked.

A-already? you think, dazed, and before your brain can catch up with what he's doing, Shin presses down on your belly and grinds his cock against your g-spot and suddenly you're tearing up as you gush all over him.

It's so hard not to cum with you. Shin nearly has to resort to using ESP on himself to keep it from happening. But he fucks you through your orgasm without pause, and he doesn't really slow down until you're a hazy, fucked out mess. Every inch of your body is so wrung out from pleasure that Shin can't hear a single, coherent thought—just a mindless rush of dopamine—which means you're probably relaxed enough to take his cock just the way he wants.

He brushes his lips against yours, sweet and easy, before he says, “Let me know if this is too much.”

“Hmm?” Not ready to form real words yet, you think, What are you up to, Shin? and You can do whatever you want with my body, you know that now.

Shin answers by throwing your legs over his shoulders. You squeal when he practically folds you in half, grabbing at the sheets when he starts to move again. Your pussy tightens around him as he pumps his cock into you, your body eager for more even though you just came. Deep, you think, gasping, it's so deep—

Shin feels it when he hits your cervix, and he hears you thinking it too. You keen when he does it again, moaning at the feeling. Feels good, Shin, you reassure him, your fingers reaching for your clit. Keep going. It's all he needs to hear before he starts pounding into you again.

He feels like an animal when he fucks you like this. Can't think about anything other than how deep he is inside you and how completely he's going to fill you up, how you're going to be walking around with his cum inside you for days. You’re thinking about it too—please, Shin, want your cum in me, want it in my womb, want you to breed me, please, please, wanna give you a baby—

Shin groans, his hips stuttering to a halt as his cock starts twitching, and soon he's pumping thick ropes of cum into you. You follow not long after, you pussy milking his cock as you gush all over him. He lets it, too—stays inside you the whole time and makes sure that you take it all, the two of you kissing each other hungrily. Only pulls out once you're both spent, and you whine at the emptiness afterwards.

Your hole is stuffed so full that his cum drips out of you almost immediately; you make a small noise as you feel it soaking the sheets. Somewhat predictably, you reach in between your legs, spreading yourself to give him a show.

“You came so much,” you say. “I can’t keep it all inside me.” As if you even tried.

Shin is used to your cumshot displays, but he feels his throat go dry at the sight anyway. “Um…” He licks his lips, and he’s momentarily torn between cleaning you up with his mouth and pushing it all back inside you. “Aren’t there, um. Positions you're supposed to stay in after? To help. With keeping it in. To get pregnant, I mean.” At least Shin remembers this fact from one of the many breeding fics you read over the past week.

“Are there? Oops.” You give him a guilty look. “I didn't know that. I guess we're gonna have to do that all over again.”

Shin snorts. Figures. “I'm gonna need a few minutes,” he says. Then he lies down, pulls you with him. “I wanna hold you first anyway.”

You make a happy noise as you're wrapped up in his arms, his chest pressed against your back as he curls around you. Apparently still committed to your role, you grab your phone as you snuggle up to him and look up post-coital positions for couples trying to get pregnant. Shin watches you type on your screen, idly touching you all the while—his lips kissing your shoulder, his fingers running along the arc of your hip. “Oh, huh, you're right. I'm supposed to lie down and keep my lower body elevated…”

“Elevated?”

“Yeah, people put a pillow underneath their hips sometimes… or sometimes they put their legs up.”

He makes a face as he tries to imagine it. “Sounds uncomfortable. I feel like the pillow thing should be enough… not that I think it's gonna make a difference with how often you like to have sex, anyway.”

You laugh. “Kind of a wonder I'm not pregnant already, huh?” Then you give him a look that's supposed to be shy, but is a touch too playful to be convincing. “But hopefully I will be after this.”

Heat crawls up his neck as he listens to your thoughts. You're not even imagining anything especially filthy—just thinking about what it'll feel like to carry his child. Shin recognises some of your monologuing from a fanfiction you read two days ago, a lot of which is sort of sensual. But it's really the original, non-sexual bits that are doing a lot for him. Stuff like how you'll probably have really bad morning sickness, but you know Shin will be there to rub your back as you throw up. Or how you're worried about whatever weird cravings you’re going to get, but you know Shin will buy whatever snacks you want. Or how uncomfortable you'll be when your stomach gets huge and the baby starts kicking, but I bet Shin will be excited to feel that, though.

There's a long, heavy pause before you think, You're gonna be such a good dad, Shin. Because Shin is a good person, he's good to you and he's good to your body and he's good to everyone at the store. He’s going to be so good to his child, and he’ll be good to their mother, too.

Shin doesn't realise that his fingers are resting on your stomach until he feels you lay your own over his. He closes his eyes and imagines a life there, cradled beneath the hand that he once only used for killing, the laugh of a child carefree and loved, the sound of your voice welcoming him home at the end of the day—every day, for the rest of his life—and obviously it's just a roleplay, it's a roleplay and he's being a moron for thinking in marital hypotheticals, but he says, “I can't wait to start a family with you.”

You stiffen.

Shin blinks. He listens for your thoughts, but there's only a long, crawling silence, and then you bolt upright and say, “Resident Evil.”

His eyes go wide. He sits up, reaches out for you—“H-hey, what's wrong?”—but you're already slipping out of bed.

“Need to pee!” you squawk. “Don't want to get a UTI, y'know?” And then you're gone and the bathroom door is slamming shut.

Your apartment is small, just like most places in Tokyo. The washroom is well within 400 metres of the bed, so Shin can fully hear you crashing out in there. The thoughts are incomprehensible at first—garbled words, high pitched buzz, flashbulb images. Chain link fence. Bloodied knife. Needle in a child’s arm, a string of cranes hanging above their head. Zombies on a screen, Mario and Princess Peach. An older boy with white hair, pinching a crease into flower-patterned paper. Niisan left me they all left me they never wanted me. Nobody ever wanted me, except for Sei-nii but that was only to use me for missions so many missions I lost count. A dark room full of men, their jugulars slashed. Other men, other rooms over the years. There are so many of them, so many men inside my body using my body has Shin ever looked in my head and counted them all?

The sound of chimes in a convenience store. Your favourite place in the world. Then Shin at the stove, in an apron. He's so handsome. Now he's holding a baby, a little boy who looks just like him.

There's someone beside him, and it isn't you.

You turn on the shower, and the rush of water is loud so Shin can't hear the sad little noise you make with your throat, although you can probably hear everything in my head, right? Sorry. Please ignore me. I'll be normal in a minute.

Shin wants nothing other than to kick open the door to help you, but his guilt stops him. His regret at how invasive his powers are, at how he can't shut out your thoughts, so loud and raw, when you most need privacy. It's the least he can do to respect your wishes and leave you alone.

He sits on the bed, listens as the roil of your thoughts become a simmer and then still. The shower turns off. The toilet flushes. I really don't want a UTI. You wash your hands, count to ten, and you come out looking and sounding so calm that if Shin couldn’t read minds, he'd never guess that you just had a mental breakdown in the toilet.

“Hi,” you say neatly as you sit down, and Shin pulls you into a hug so suddenly that you yelp.

“I said to ignore my thoughts!” you whine, squirming in his grip, trying to get away.

Shin actively stops himself from sighing. “I don't need to hear your thoughts to know something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong. I'm fine! I'm normal. I'm very normal right now.”

He gives you a long, unimpressed stare, but you return it with the look of a prey animal about to bolt, and he realises he has to humour you.

“...alright,” he says, “you're normal. Nothing's wrong.” Shin watches you uncertainly, seeing the tension in your body, hearing the rush of blood in your skull. You're staring at your fingers, remembering how to fold the wings of a paper bird. Trying to focus on the motions and not the person who taught them to you. Trying not to let Shin see all the people you miss and all the things that weren't meant for you.

You find it hard to look at him, so he stares at the wall instead.

“Do you want to be left alone right now?” Shin guesses.

Your voice is very, very small: “...yeah.”

Shin’s brow knots, but he can't hear anything other than a vague emptiness from your heart now, and he shouldn't be listening anyway. Shouldn't exploit the fact that your mind is so defenseless around him.

He's pulling himself away when you say, “Wait.”

You’re visualizing escape routes out of the apartment right now. You'd beat Shin in each one, and you'd be able to disappear from Tokyo long before he could ever catch up to you. But you stay on the bed instead, fidgeting as you stare at your lap, and even though your face is calm, the flood of your thoughts is so scared and sad and hopeful that Shin finds his head and heart aching simultaneously. He wants crush you in his arms and say all the things you want to hear—and then all the things you need to hear, but don't know.

But he stops himself.

“If there are thoughts you want me to ignore,” he says, “then you'll need to say the ones you want me to know out loud.”

You wince. You trust Shin with listening to all your thoughts, but actually voicing them is something you're not very good at yet. Assassins are secretive by nature, and you were raised to be a killer. I’ll throw up if I say this, you think, face miserable.

“You'll throw up if you don't,” Shin points out, feeling your stress response in his brainstem.

You nearly look—and feel—physically pained when you say, “I… I’d like it if you stayed.”

Shin's not sure when his own heart started feeling so heavy, but he's relieved to feel the weight lift. “Okay.”

So Shin settles next to you in bed, and after a moment, you start to relax. The anxious chatter of your mind goes quiet. The old memories stop blinking at you. You try to focus on your boyfriend to further ground yourself. He has a handsome face so it's easy. He goes bright red at the thought, which makes you smile.

Shin cracks a joke, which makes you snort, and after that you crawl pretty eagerly back into his arms. You demand kisses and he happily obliges. Your fingers seek him out and he knows to hold your hand. You rest your head on his chest and you listen to him talk about all the goings-on the store, the upcoming movies he wants to see, the ryokan he's booked for the two of you, and now you're very drowsy.

People's thoughts get slippery and strange when they’re on the verge of sleep. Sometimes it's garbled nonsense, but sometimes it’s their unguarded feelings. Shin hears yours, faint and scared but so very, very tender:

Wasn’t raised for a life like that… Never even thought about it… But if it's Shin…

Shin wants to grab you and make you look at him. If it's Shin, what?! he wants to ask. Suddenly, he’s having insane thoughts about if you’d like to actually live together and when's the right time to get serious and come to think of it, Mr. Sakamoto wasn't much older than him when he got married, right? Maybe he's not crazy for having daydreams where your face is lighting up at a diamond ring that he got you. Not a fool for wanting to come home to you every night. Not losing his mind for thinking that it might be nice to have kids at some point down the line.

Not stupid for maybe sort of really wanting to have them with you.

It did make him feel like he was insane, when he first started having those thoughts. Shin had never contemplated any of that stuff before. He’d grown up in a lab. Drifted through life being rejected for his powers. Shot his own father and watched him die. The only person who looked out for him after that was Mr. Sakamoto, and then he dipped soon afterwards anyway. All this to say, Shin wasn’t exactly raised to expect that he'd someday have a family, either. Never even thought about it, because he was sure he'd never get it.

But even if he’s never expected such a life, Shin can’t help but hope for it when it comes to you.

He would really like to tell you all this, but by the time his own mental crashout is over, you're fully asleep and drooling on his chest. So deep in the REM cycle that when Shin tries to read your mind, he catches you dreaming about kissing him on the Yamanote line, giggling into his mouth as his ears turn red. Typical.

There's a ring on your finger, different from the pretend-play version you left in the washroom. This one’s got a diamond, simple but pretty. It suits you.

Shin commits the design to memory, and he decides to stay up a little bit longer, watching the dream with which you've trusted him.

END

notes: the funniest part of this fic to me is how much build-up was required for shin to try the most standard kinks on tumblr dot com. i am very sorry if you felt misled by the summary/tags, expecting to read something super kinky only to find that this fic was fairly vanilla. i blame shin.

also i know this is not my best writing </3 I actually lowkey wanted to delete it all at the midway point alskdfjsldfkj but we move. please do let me know if you liked it!!!!

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Contains: spoiler from the manga

Pt. 1, pt. 2

Endo did all for Chika and didn't get anything in return yet still stayed

Literally love at first hit

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Contains: spoiler from the manga

Pt. 1, pt. 2

Fat chance sis, your man is inlove with a man

Imagine dedicating something permanent and getting a matching tattoo with your pookie but he just sees it as a piece of drawing... damn endo how are you still holding up

Imagine going as far as creating chaos for your crush yet you're still not the on who's making him happy.

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HAIII OMGG I SAW YOUR KAPTEN KAIZO FICS AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!! (Your writting style is so amazing!! Imo)

can I request for kapten kaizo x reader who can sing? The reader makes cool powerful gadgets for tapops (kindoff like jinx from arcane ya know?)

The reader sort off hums and sings when she works on her different gadgets and kaizo js kinda sortoff walks in and overhears

Also do i need to pay for this? (Sorry im a bit unsure i cant understand eng for the life of me)

if I need to pay for this please send me ur gcash number so i can send?? Ty!

Helloo!! Thank youu!!

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Two Sides of the Same Coin: Chapter 1

William Afton x Reader x Dottore Keeping it short for the blurb: The idea here is that Dottore, or as you call him Zandik, and William are just two sides of the same coin.

a/n: a mid-way fuckery 'cuz I really wanted to finish this before the end of October (2023) to contribute at least one work for kinktober or something. I'm so sorry if the plot doesn't make sense, and neither does how Dottore and Afton's minds work (and mine, unfortunately). Descriptions and details regarding business or corporate works are vague and doesn’t make sense. I promise I'll re-edit it once I finish my semester and somehow pass my law subject oh my fucking god. notes: Ok so like I had Dottore and William in their late 20s or early 30s age in mind while making this and I'm so into them that I decided to put them in one universe. I don't know if there are other people who fuck with this so I'm posting it lol. Enjoy the ride. some parts may have grammatical errors, sorry. English is not my first language, and I don't even know what my first language is lol (suffering in trilingual). Also, I first wrote this in 3rd POV then re-edited it in 2nd POV. contains: mentions of minor character death, kissing/making out, weird William Afton, slight nsfw You can also read this on AO3!!

Years have passed since you graduated and passed your board exam. Currently working at your fellow schoolmate's company, Afton Robotics, you have been living a stable life since. College went by really fast that everything felt like a fever dream and now all your hard work, tears, and stress seemed to have paid off.

Although William became one of your fellow acquaintances since college, you couldn't help but feel the growing distance after graduating. Not much had changed in William's personality or behaviour, but you felt he'd only been more straightforward and blunt with his words. It wasn't as if you weren't used to it, yet it gave off something different, and you can't put a finger on it. Nonetheless, you brushed it off, thinking even when years had passed, William still hadn't forgotten about you.

None of your workmates find William pleasant to be around with on the other hand. As their boss, they maintained an abnormal distance, even with the ever-pleasant and flirty British accent that people from every department had taken notice of when William was talking to women in the company. Everyone made sure to make themselves busy when he's around, which you found rather entertaining and humorous. In the end, they decided to have you as their representative every time they had to report back to their boss.

"Reports need to be done as soon as possible, people. If one of you ever tried to sleep on the job, we'll have to take overtime by Friday!" The head of your department announced. She was initially responsible for reporting back to William, but she claimed going to his office made her feel sick to her stomach and gave no distinct reason as to why. Regardless, William had expressed how much he couldn't care less who they'd have to send to his office as long as it gets the job done.

She turned her head towards your station and asked, "Is there anything we might report to Mr. Afton?"

"For this month, our revenue has increased by only about 35%, We'll have to see the final total after everything has been settled. The accrued expenses and damages we've accumulated from the last 6 months have already been paid in full." You reviewed your notes based on your records and the results you've received from the others.

"Great, now I expect you to do the usual! You're doing our team a huge favor."

Needless to say, you’ve gotten along quite well with almost everyone. Some still mention how they can't believe William used to be your schoolmate, your senior only by 3 years, and how you were even able to put up with him after all this time. You can't help but admit there were times you wished your boss had put a bit more effort into being considerate. He is... It's just that it doesn't really come off as something nice.

"Yeah, no prob, MJ." You responded with a smile, then continued doing your work like everyone else.

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Working 9 hours a day inside the office, sorting out stacks of papers and going through file after file, bookkeeping and accounting, and making sure any issues within the company get reported immediately to the accounting and auditing team, had been everyone's routine. Tiring as it is, everyone still found time to go out or rest.

From time to time, the team had to pull an all-nighter, although as much as William had insisted for them to return home, some were too stubborn not to finish their work on the following day.

Thankfully, everyone had finished their parts before reaching overtime, and as a celebratory, MJ had treated everyone to a wind-down at a bar.

The loud blasts of music and bright lights on the stage was definitely different from their plain colored office wall surrounded with boxes of files and divided stations for everyone. A different type of adrenaline coursing through their veins is far more pleasantly exhilarating than having to face their boss.

"I'm gonna go and get a drink." You tapped MJ's shoulder to get her attention. "Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm good. But try not to get wasted, we still need you to report back to Afton tomorrow."

"Already?"

"Yeah, everyone finished their parts, and the boss informed me there won't be anything to be recorded tomorrow since the establishment has been packed with reservations, but we still need to go to work."

"Oh, okay."

The night quickly passed and so did the fun. Everyone had already got back home and some had to assist those who got blacked out drunk. A few more hours and it's already back to work. Even with the little hours left for y/n to take a quick rest, she was convinced she wouldn't get a good sleep.

"You're going home too, 'Luc?" You had asked the bartender.

"Yeah, shift's ended, next you'll see Dain if you're still going to stay for a few hours." He replied with a smile. "How come you didn't drink? I'm surprised you only took 2. Still got work tomorrow?"

"I'll have to report back to our boss in a few hours. I need to be sober 'til then."

"Make sense. Well, good luck."

"Take care, 'Luc. I'll probably be here a little longer. Enough to see Dain for his shift." You laughed.

"Alright. Say hi to Dain for me. Don't stay up too long."

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"Did you get enough sleep, Ms. L/N?" William broke you out of your deep thoughts.

You haven’t realized your boss had been staring at you for a while now as your mind started drifting off to dreamland unconsciously. It seemed as if you were looking over your notes, heavy eyes drooped, and had you were falling asleep for a while. "It seems like you've overworked yourself again."

"No–No! I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to drift off!" You panicked as you tried to scan your notes, searching for where you had stopped. "Uh... where—"

After summarizing the reports, you excused yourself out of William's office hoping to grab a well-deserved cup of coffee to break out of sleepiness.

As soon as you turned your back, William called out to you, "Best if you don't stay out too late after work, darling. Can't have one of my best coworkers and my dearest friend unwell."

Suddenly, his words struck like lightning, as his head tilted a little to the side, as you stared blankly at him, not knowing how to respond to his advice. You decided to go with a nod and a quick smile as you turned and left the room. A condescending grin appeared on William's face as he watched you leave. He returned to his paperwork and got busy for the day.

It wasn't out of the ordinary to hear William talk like that to you. So why does it suddenly feel off when he does it now? You were doing a little better and able to keep up with the workplace's environment, but aren't the other employees doing a better job too? You were just a college friend, and it just feels so wrong to hear it being said that way.

Simple words came out of his mouth yet it had you overthinking almost everything.

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"Oh my god, hi! Zandik!" You called out. "Nice seeing you here."

"Hey." The blue-haired male responded. Zandik— though preferred being called Dottore, greeted back. "Glad you still remember me."

"Of course! How could I ever forget you, Zandik---"

"And you're still calling me that name."

"— Oh right, Dottore." You corrected yourself.

"Call me Dot just like you used to, I don't mind."

"I've missed you, Dottie!"

"'Dottie'? Now you’re just overstretching it."

"Cute, huh?"

"I'd say it's not very fitting for... me."

"Nonsense! Dottie fits you just---"

"How was it working with Afton?"

You paused your sentence as soon as you heard Dottore's question. How does he know you’ve been working for your fellow college buddy? They certainly haven't contacted each other a few months after graduating.

"Word gets around." Dottore answered as if he read your mind. "Also I often see your posts on social media. I was surprised to see you with my other pals from my old school. Feels like a small world."

You smiled, "Working with Afton's definitely... made me have mixed feelings."

"Is he a bad boss?" Dottore grinned, he was trying to imply he was telling a joke, yet it came off teasingly. "Gave you too much work and acted like he never knew you? Maybe you're still gullible enough to believe every shit that comes out of his mouth."

"What? No..." You replied, shaking your head. "Well, he's not bad— he's just... he doesn't fit well with his other workers. To them, he's just Mr. Afton, the owner of the company."

"Sounds like him, alright."

"Yeah, but like, it makes it seem like everyone feels a little bit off with him. I don't think they hate him, but they've always avoided talking to him. It's like they don't want him to be around even when Will's practically our boss!"

"And you think he's worried about what his employees think of him?" Dottore raised an eyebrow. "Afton couldn't even give two shits whatever I did to him. Why'd you think he'll fuck with some people who work for him."

You were quiet, trying to process why you were even worrying about William when you knew it should've been the least of your problems.

"It was nice catching up with you, by the way." Dottore broke you out of out of your thoughts. "I got some places to be so see you around."

Before Dottore could walk away, you had begged to exchange contacts.

"I never changed my number, doll."

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Staring blankly at each other, both had been sitting idly as they drank from their cup. Neither of them has spoken a word to the other yet, other than watching each other at the end of the table.

"How's y/n?" The British man broke the silence, his voice vibrated around the quiet room. "I assumed you'd seen her a few days ago."

The blue-haired man grinned from the other end as he placed his cup on the table. "Have you been nice to her, Afton?"

"I've only given her what she needed to do. Seems like she hasn't gotten rid of that people-pleaser trait of hers. Has she told you about that?"

"About how you let your other employees take advantage of her? Or have you forgotten how you had that effect on people?"

"'Effect on people'? Zandik, I believe we both have that effect on people."

"Mentally draining? I don't think I've ever considered myself leeching on someone's thoughts for my amusement."

William no longer responded to Dottore's claim. It seems as if he admits it was the case.

"What do you want anyway? Calling me out at this hour, even had the time to look for a place as shady as this. What kind of fucked up shit are you planning now, Afton?"

William stood up and walked over to Dottore as he watched him warily. An envelope was placed down in front of him as William leaned on the edge of the table.

"I'm bored." William declared. "And I believe we're like the 2 sides of the same coin."

Dottore laughed upon hearing William's accusation. It amused him to hear the Brit admit what he had been denying all these years. If anything, it gave him the satisfaction of knowing William had finally recognized how they aren't so different after all... even when they seem too different in nature.

"Shocking," Dottore started, leaning back in his seat. "What made you think that? Aren't you too good to be lumped with someone like me?"

"I am... but perhaps you're the only one who might understand, I'm afraid."

"Another one of your fucked up objectives? Didn't think the last was not enough for you, Afton."

The last incident had happened when William graduated. The incident happened during his last school year, and until now, the suspect has yet to be found. One of the students had been reported missing a day before the graduation and the case had been cold ever since. The Report says it was an unbreakable case and neither of the detectives and police had a lead to who might be the suspect.

The victim had no significant relationship or quarrels with other students, other than being acquainted with only a few of her classmates. The teachers haven't heard any reports or issues with her either, as they have decent grades and behavior throughout the school year.

"Sohreh was... how should I say it—" William paused, "--- least stimulating. I understand why you insisted on taking her, the poor doll. I had to entertain myself in some way— she was interested in you in the first place after all. I tried to play nice, but it didn’t seem to work on her."

"The bitch wouldn't stop pestering me. And the fuck do you mean you play nice? I’d be shitting my pants off if I had to deal with your ugly ass."

"And you had to wait for me to graduate to do something about her?” William responded, ignoring his friend’s insult. “My, Zandik. What would happen if either of us were caught?"

Dottore smirked, "got your ass on the line, that's enough assurance for me."

William looked down at Dottore, a hint of mischief in his eyes as he grabbed him by his chin, making him look up to him, grinning sickly. The familiar grin Dottore that seemed to outgrow during college crept back to him. The sinister smile that meant one thing or another... and neither was a good thing.

"Will you join me?"

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Several people gathered around the gala's reception as they chatted and drank. People from different establishments came, from CEOs, Directors, and entrepreneurs, most probably invited by the host.

You wandered around the place, greeting people you knew and getting to know others from other establishments. It made you wonder why you even insisted on attending the event when you weren't even the founder's assistant or secretary; that was MJ's job.

Seeing William around the corner, you waved a quick hello to him as he converse with other CEOs and company founders and had him return a quick smile. An arm snaked its way around your waist out of the blue, catching you by surprise. You turned around and were greeted by a familiar blue-haired man.

"Last time I checked, you weren't Afton's assistant." Dottore pointed out, grabbing a macaroon behind you and popping it in his mouth.

"And I remember you're not a fan of these kinds of events." You returned.

"In my case, it's customary to at least attend once every 5 years. This way, I couldn't be bothered to attend one of these for another 5 years."

"Well, either way, it's nice seeing you here, Dottie--- I mean, Zandik."

"William's not with you?"

"Actually..."

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As the hours passed and so did the number of glasses you had drunk. One after another, you didn't seem to stop. Dottore had only realized you had gotten drunk after persisting you weren’t a lightweight. In fact, you weren’t even a heavy drinker to begin with, even during college; a few drinks of alcohol were enough to make you pass out or act out drunk.

Dottore wiped the spilled drink on his shirt as you brought another glass to drink. Before you could have a sip, Dottore had swiped the glass from your hands and drank it.

"That's enough drinks for you, doll."

"Whaaaat? I can definitely take a few more!" You tried to grab a few more from the tray the server was holding. "I'm not yet drunk!"

Dottore held you back by your waist as he told the server to leave, making you make a bit of a commotion in their area. Dottore was quick enough to shut you up by placing his lips against yours, pushing the alcohol to your mouth to swallow.

Pulling his lips away, Dottore muttered in your ear, "Was that enough to shut you up?"

You were stunned speechless, mind slowly processing what had happened. You didn't know how or what to react, but you were adamant that you didn't hate it. Your arms hang around Dottore's shoulder as you stare into his eyes. You didn't care about his expression right now--- he looked bored yet convinced herself he was pleased, all you could think of was to either return the kiss or ramble your mind right now.

"Dottore-"

"I'm taking you home."

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"Where are your fucking keys?" Dottore stressed out, you hung by his side as he struggled to find it in your purse while keeping you from falling.

"Under the rag..." You slurred, your head hanging low, yet managed to point to where the keys were.

"It's dangerous to keep your keys under here." Dottore nagged. "Don't you ever think of that?"

"Nah, m' apartment's basically shit. 'S not like I own lots of things. I'd even help those fuckers to look for a buck under the couch."

Dottore laughed at your statement, even when you were terribly unable to form words correctly, amused even with your cursing, "Afton not paying you too well?"

"No-no, he pays well. I think a little too much even," You raised your head up, seeing Dottore had already opened the apartment door, "the workplace's shit though hahaha."

Dottore led you inside and laid you down on the couch without any regard and went to the kitchen before you could give him an earful. He filled a glass with water to drink and found some pills to feel better. When he got back, you had already passed out on the couch in an awkward position.

The blue-haired man tapped you gently, trying to wake you up, then aggressively yet nothing happened. You had gone out cold from the drinking, snoring lightly without a care in the world.

Dottore sighed, still tapping your face to wake you up, "You can't sleep there, silly. At least tell me where your bed is."

You didn't answer, which left him no choice but to carry you to whichever room with a bed he finds. Kicking the ajar door open, it revealed a slightly messy room with papers and dirty clothes around the room. Dottore carefully laid you down in the bed and fixed your position. He went back to the living room and grabbed the glass of water and medicine he had prepared and placed it on your nightstand.

"Had your fun?" A voice suddenly appeared.

Dottore turned around from surprise and was met by William, an amused look plastered on his face.

"I was wondering where you two had gone off. Last time I saw you, you were eating her face out."

"It was merely a peck."

"Really?" William's arms were crossed as he leaned on the side of the door frame. "Surely a mere peck wouldn't result in any of this?"

William mentioned the mess, and Dottore might have gotten the hint of what the man was trying to imply, causing him to glare at him for a second.

"It was already like this when we came in." Dottore went out of the room and left the door slightly ajar, like how it was before, William following behind him. "Yet my question is, what are you doing here? I don't suppose you'd know where all your workers live knowing she mentioned your workplace's shit."

"Did she now?" William raised an eyebrow, his interest focused on Dottore's remark. "Well, I just simply know where she lives, she is a friend after all."

"And the plan?"

"Still in action. Your efforts will soon be repaid, Zandik."

Dottore didn't say anything in response then left your apartment together with William. Upon reaching the parking lot, Dottore paused and faced William.

"You wouldn't have me involved if you didn't need an escape goat, would you?"

Dottore was least concerned with his involvement with the plan yet it boggled him to think why William decided to get him to join him. Knowing how his mind worked in a different setting set something off in him. Stimulated to what could be the possible outcome and result to the plan, Dottore wanted to see how far he could come.

"Escape goat?" William asked, his eyebrow raised. "My dear Zandik, have you no value to our bond all these years? For you to think I'd discard you just like that? No, of course not."

"I've seen the way you look at y/n, Afton. I didn't take you for someone who'd share."

"I can share lots of other things with you, Zandik. All of you."

"And if I turn you down?"

"That's never been an issue, Love."

"There's always a first for everything."

"Will you do it?"

Dottore glared at the man and entered his car without a word, then left. William shook his head in response, watching him leave as he went to his car.

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William's hands gripped the steering wheel. It wasn't long after Dottore left, but it'd take more time before he could proceed with his plan. He needed to make sure everything was set and sound.

He went out and lit his cigar, then took a deep inhale and puffed out a thick white smoke in the air as he walked back to your apartment.

William sat inside his car for at least an hour and a few minutes before moving back to the apartment with a plastic bag filled with medications and remedies for hangovers. He knocked on the door for an answer, but it was already dead silent. No one at this hour had their lights on besides your room— William's been looking out his car window the whole time.

The man figured you were already out cold until the door opened, revealing you with disheveled hair, with a mug in your hand, which he assumed was a cup of tea.

Your vision didn't seem to make out much, but you recognized the suit William was wearing, "oh, hey Will. What are you-what are you doing here? It's late. I thought you had already gone home."

"I saw Zandik took you home, and I just wanted to make sure how you were doing."

"'Ttore's not here. I think he already left long ago."

"I see. Well, I brought some stuff to make you feel better. Mind if I come in?"

"Oh, you didn't really have to, Sir--- I mean, William. It's already so late and..."

"No, please, I insist. There's nothing more that can put me at ease knowing you're well and taken care of, darling."

And there he was again. The nicknames and sweet gestures.

He's a friend. You kept reminding yourself. But he's also my boss.

"Well, alright. Come in."

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Everything happened in a blur. One moment you were having a laugh with William— talking about something you couldn't remember yet it definitely brought them closer, then he leaned in for a kiss. His eyes opened as he pulled you closer. His lips moved againsts yours while staring into your eyes with a blank expression... yet his kisses told you otherwise.

William never broke the kiss, and you were too out of her mind to react to it.

God, Will....

His tongue then lapped on your lips with such desire, begging for an entrance to stick it inside your mouth to glide it against your tongue. He wanted to tease you through it, toy with you...

Your eyes soon closed, letting William have his way with you, causing him to wrap his arms around you as he pushed you down the couch. His system suddenly filled with carnal desires.

Take advantage of her. His thoughts echoed through his mind.

True, it was the perfect timing. Yet William couldn't allow himself to do this... not now.

He wanted to take his time. See how much further he could go....

William pulled away to catch his breath. A string of spit connecting both their tongues right there and then.

William wanted to make out once more upon seeing your pitiful look, eyes almost begging for more.

He looked at you, breathing heavily. Your breathing was ragged, almost sounding like desperate moans and whines. William was definitely turned on.

Darling, you don't know what you do to me.

"Will— ha.... um..."

"God, you look exquisite, darling. I could devour you right now." William whispered against your ears as he placed tiny kisses along your neck. "But a delicate flower like you must be treated gently... with care...."

William pulled you up closer to him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he tried to sit up, then having you sit on his lap. He caressed your face ever so lovingly before flashing a wicked grin. "But something tells me you wouldn't want that, would you?"

You looked at him with an unbeknownst want, looking ever so lustful yet innocent.

Does she?

You whimpered under him, rocking your hips to find stimulation, ye felt a sudden slap on your behind making you yelp.

"Naughty girl. Do you need it that badly?"

"Yes."

"What do you need me to do? Tell me what you want."

"I want you."

Does you really? He was your boss... but he's also your friend.

Hundreds of thoughts ran through your head. Are you in the right mind to be even initiating intimacy with your boss right now? When you’re still half drunk and barely almost sober from drinking so much at the event.

All your thoughts went down the drain as soon as William started undoing his tie, then came off your top... then his mouth latched on to your lips once more before letting you overthink your words.

William was fast. Quick-witted enough to see through your expression of doubt and panic. He wanted you to feel safe with him, feel vulnerable. His actions were calculated in everything for your satisfaction and to ease your caution. He knew well that you may not be in the right mind right now, but you weren't a fool to let anyone touch you like this... even with someone you were close to. Everything was going so well that it led you to be like this. Anything more to this that felt wrong to you would fall apart.

Then comes a contingency plan. William hoped it wouldn't come to that. He'd be upset to even harm you in any way but all precautions were needed for an absolute success.

You pulled away from William's lips, catching your breath, your arms placed on his shoulders yet William tried to lean in for more. You turned your head to the side as he pulled you much closer as he continued planting kisses along your neck down to your chest. He played with your boob while sucked on the other earning a gasp from you.

"William.... God----"

He hummed while looking at you in pleasure. Flicking his tongue on your tit while he continued to suck on it just to get another reaction. Moans and whimpers came out of your lips while you rocked your hips against him, making him groan.

You tried to pull away this time, pleading, "William..."

The next few moments came in their pleasure and release, then it was the last thing you remembered before you passed out.

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pls im begging you to write about when the reader and the gangs helped out kaizo at the pirate colony for disguise and the reader just kept laughing and teasing him for his undercover named of "Abang Kassim" 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

BOBOIBOY : Captain Kaizo x Reader (ft. Abang Kassim)

notes: teasing Kaizo, I used both Kassim and Kaizo's names to determine who is the main subject since both have different personalities (hope this doesn't make it confusing)

other Kaizo fics will be posted soon if I have the time (hopefully) since I'm working on commissions and finals T^T.

Being a captain at TAPOPS, leisure time wasn't always given. You were either at a mission or busy attending a mountain of paperwork. Of course, you could just ask anyone from your team to handle it all for you, but everyone's also busy with something.

However, when you do find the time to relax and free yourself from work, you try to make the most of it. It always feels like these moments feel so short-lived and insufficient to how much you work, but even so, you can't help but find every moment worth the wait.

You were laughing with Boboiboy and his friends and— surprisingly, Kaizo(although he wasn't exactly laughing, more like a subtle smile on his face as he listened to the conversation).

Times like this, you'd expect your fellow captain to bid farewell and head back to his ship, but Fang has managed to persuade his brother to stay a little longer.

"Abang Kassim changed his mind and decided to grace us with his presence?" You teased as Kaizo took a seat, a scowl on his face as soon as he heard the name you uttered.

"Oh, for sure, bestie!" He replied, changing his demeanor to his Kassim persona. No expected him to go with the joke and had everyone laughing. You snickered at him as he pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly regretting his actions.

First time seeing Abang Kassim in action during that infiltration mission you've gone through with them had you gagged as you witness the ever so nonchalant, mean, and cold rebel captain act as the most hyperfriendly, smile-for-days random ship janitor you've ever seen. It was a core memory you'd keep repeating in your head, such a shame that you weren't able to record everything in real time. Though honestly, if Kaizo would ever find out you had footage of his soft, friendly side(even when it was all just an act), he'd hunt you down til the depths of the universe.

You grinned at him, finally able to cease your laughter, "Are you gonna keep playing as Abang Kassim or am I already talking to Kaizo?"

"Depends on who you wanna talk to, sweetie~" Abang Kassim replied, completely throwing you off guard with the nickname.

A chill ran down your spine as he smirked at your reaction, completely finding your surprised expression amusing, even at the cost of everyone witnessing it all unfold. It didn't matter to him anymore as soon as he saw your face red and flustered.

Abang Kassim hummed at your silence, "What's this? Cat got your tongue? I thought for sure you had something to say, bestie."

You bounced back and grinned at his snarky remark, "I was gonna say talking to Abang Kassim is much more... pleasant."

“Are you saying you dislike Captain Kaizo?”

“Stop twisting my words, Abang. I simply mean I enjoy conversing with someone with more personality than a dry sponge.”

A vein popped in Kaizo’s head. He knew you were trying to get under his skin and rile him up, toying with him like this while the others watched the scene unfold before them as they tried to resist laughing out loud. It even seems like you had the upper hand, and Kaizo didn’t like that one bit.

“Although Captain might seem cold and mean…” You continued, “I know for sure, under all that rough bravado, he’s sweet… and gentle, y’know like a teddy bear that likes to cuddle.”

You caught Kaizo off guard with your statement, a mortified look on his face as Boboiboy and his gang listened in awe and amusement— even more coming from Fang.

Captain Kaizo? Gentle? Sweet? 

Three words that had everyone turn their heads towards you as soon as they left your mouth. Three words that seemed too impossible to be even used in the same sentence without the use of any negative implications. Three words that only you had personally witnessed— and perhaps experienced, in real time.

Everyone had collectively agreed that maybe there’s so much more to reveal about their captain.

“Eh?” Boboiboy spoke up, holding back a snicker. “Is that even possible?”

“Why don’t you ask Abang Kassim yourself since he’s very much acquainted with Captain Kaizo?”

This whole play felt like it had been going on for ages, and Kaizo grumbled under his breath, slightly acting out of character. He debated with himself whether he should cease his act and just dismiss himself from the conversation.

Kaizo decided to amuse you for a little more, suddenly pulling you closer to wrap an arm around your shoulder, “I’m not too sure about that, darlin’. The Captain and I don’t always see eye to eye, you get me? I mean, compared to him, I’m just a mere ship janitor. Couldn’t even imagine bringing myself to clean his ship.”

“Because you’re not the one actually cleaning it…” Someone in the background muttered, left unheard by everyone else.

You hummed at Kaizo’s reply, amused. You saw that familiar glint in his eyes, the one that surfaces every time he’s up to something no good, the kind of look he gives you when he plans to give you a hard time bringing yourself back up.

It felt a little weird for the gang to see their captains act this silly, especially when they won’t even gain anything from it, but it didn’t change the fact that it was rather entertaining to see this other side of Kaizo being actively teased and mortified reaction, no matter how much he hides it.

Kaizo couldn’t wait for this whole fiasco to end and perhaps have a little more than a heart-to-heart talk with y/n personally back at their ship.

“You wouldn’t want Captain Kaizo angered, don’t you? Spreading baseless accusations of the famed Rebel Space Captain being soft and cuddly.” Kassim added, giving a warning glare towards the teens.

“Are you, though?” You grinned at him.

“Now, who are you referring to, munchkin?”

“Dunno’, depends on who I’m talking to right now. I don’t think I’ve been keeping track. Why don’t we continue this somewhere? I think I’ve had enough reminiscing for today.”

Kassim smirked, “I like where this is going.”

“We won’t be doing any of that.”

And before anyone could even utter a word, both captains had left, and had everyone confused about what just happened. They couldn’t utter a single word or comment about what just happened.

One minute they were enjoying teasing their stoic captain, then the next he was being dragged and followed along willingly. It was happening all too fast that it took time for them to get a clue what might’ve just happened.

“I swear, they can’t keep their hands to themselves when they get so close together.” Fang sighed, obviously the only other person who had been keeping tabs on his brother and his secret girlfriend.

“You mean they’re like that?”

“You mean like…”

“Yeah. Didn’t you know?”

Apparently not.

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[honeygem]

I'm on my knees and begging you to write on how the reader first met captain Kaizo.

I have scoured the depths of the internet to find Kaizo x reader fics, and none of them are as well written as yours.

So please, sir, ma'am, the holy human who can only feed my inner simp, please write this prompt scenario

Notes: I have a lot of ideas for this prompt and I can't really choose which one i should go for but there is a recurring plot I've had for a while so I guess I'll just go with that. For now, I'll just be choosing what looks best for the plot.

This was sitting in my docs for a long time i forgot I finished it😭

Contains: not super accurate details(feel free to correct if needed), strictly not following canon timeline but the scene happened when Boboiboy first met Kaizo, suggestive themes

It's been a while since you've had a chance to visit your granddad. Working abroad and only having to talk to them occasionally through video calls had been the only way you could spend time with them.

Granddad had been managing his shop for as long as you can remember and at his old age— even when he insist he doesn't mind working, you can't help but feel bad. You've been sending out money for your Granddad to help him out with his expenses but he's always refused to make use of them.

He told you that you should enjoy and spend your money yourself rather than giving it to him. He was already thankful to have you as his granddaughter and doing this much could put him into tears(an exaggeration from him while you were on a call with him one time).

It made you ecstatic to find out you get to go on a break from work after all these years. Your well deserved vacation first started from a visit to your parents house then a trip to korea then finally visiting your Granddad.

You've brought gifts and souvenirs when you reached your Granddad's hometown, ready to surprise him. Your parents had made sure to keep your arrival a surprise and even kept it from your brother, Boboiboy.

After laying all your souvenirs inside your Granddad'a house, you went to his shop in a disguise and ordered your favourites from the menu.

"I'll take one of these please." You scanned the new menu and looked for your usual. "And I'll also try one of these... it seems there's been new addition to the menu...?"

"Ah yes, our dear customer!" A flying yellow robot spoke, surprising you. "You must be new here! I'll have your order done in a few, ma'am."

You stared in awe as you watch the robot work on your order.

When did Granddad ever had the money to spend on a robot like this...? He must've already spent the money I gave him... good for him.

"Excuse me, um- Mr. Robot...?"

"You can call me OchoBot, ma'am."

"Oh, right... OchoBot... do you have any idea where Tok Aba is...?"

After having a conversation with OchoBot, you realized you've missed out on quite a lot of events. Even news about your brother had you in shock, yet it didn't seem like the robot knew you were related. Of course, it was bound to happen since you barely had much time to spend more than an hour talking to your family... and the signal has mostly been very bad on where you were.

"Lots of things have happened, huh? I had no idea..." you reflected.

"Yes..."

"Say... have you seen Boboiboy anywhere? Doesn't he come here often?"

"Oh he left just a while ago... there was an emergency." OchoBot informed. "But worry not, I'm sure Boboiboy can handle it. Are you related to Boboiboy, Miss?"

"Yeah!" You smiled at the robot. "He's my brother."

"He's your brother?!"

"I didn't know Boboiboy had a sister, Tok Aba..." Ochobot commented as you enjoyed your cup of your Granddad's specials.

Your Granddad had arrived not too long ago with some of the gifts you left him at his house, planning to share it with the kids as soon as they come back. He was surprised to see you at his store chatting away with OchoBot while having a cup of his famous special when he returned to his shop.

…. Words words

"Well, technically not his sister but we did grew up pretty close. I was practically adopted by his parents that I just became part of the family."

"That's right." Your Granddad jumped in. "I remember how you and Boboiboy used to mess around the house trying to make some chocolate milk for your dear Granddad."

"Oh, I remember that! That time when we used ground coffee instead of cocoa powder." You chuckled at the memory. “They look so similar!! I knew we should've tasted it first

"Ahh... how i missed those days... now you grew up as an independent young woman while Boboiboy has been troublesome as ever."

You noticed your Granddad cleaning the cups with a look on his face— sincere, with the look of fondness in his eyes, perhaps reminiscing the past.

"I'm still the same y/n, Granddad. And I'm sorry haven't been visiting lately... work had me busy and..."

"It's alright, y/n. I understand." Granddad gave you a pat on the head before pinching your ears to scold you. "But must I always remind you not to send me money!"

"Ow- ow ow ow! Granddad— that hurts!"

Then suddenly your watch beeped, a notification popped up, and your Granddad had released your ear to see what was up.

"Looks like something came up. I'll catch up more with you later Granddad. I'll come back in a few so don't tell Boboiboy I'm here yet! I wanna surprise him."

As soon as you reach an empty field, you disabled your ship's invisibility mode and teleported inside. You checked into the control room and immediately head out Earth's atmosphere looking for a familiar ship.

It's only been a few hours since you've landed on Earth and now you're back out again in space seeking out for a familar face.

A distress signal from your watch has informed you someone had entered Earth and caused multiple terrain damages near your location which caused you to assume Boboiboy might also be in trouble from it.

As soon as you got out of the Earth's atmosphere, you saw Kaizo's ship with a dent right above it. You figured someone must've gotten themselves slammed against the ship's exterior and hurt badly. You just hoped it wasn't your brother.

"This is Captain Y/n, requesting permission to link with your ship." You desperately called. "Kaizo, I swear if you don't-"

As soon as the link was established you rushed to the other end and bolted inside Kaizo's ship.

You wasted no time and ran, looking for your possibly injured brother and Kaizo... or whoever was around first to ask for an explanation.

The sound of familiar light footsteps and thumps of Lahap's feet caught your attention and turned to your side.

Seeing Kaizo badly beaten up yet still with that annoying smirk of his you ran towards him, "where's my brother? What did you do to him?!"

Kaizo raised his arms up in defense, "relax, I already sent your brother back to Earth. He wasn't hurt too badly, I mean- compared to me... don't I look more beaten up?"

"What are you even doing here? On Earth?"

"Straight to the point as ever," he grinned as you still held him by his collar despite the obvious height gap you had, "but I can't tell you. Classified information."

"Then what did you do to my brother? Why was he here?"

"Oh I didn't take him by force, he willingly came here-"

"Because you did something to him." You spat back as you pushed him off.

"Captain-" Lahap tried to interfere but Kaizo told him to stand down.

"Classified information." Kaizo persistently answered. "Even if I wanted to tell you, I can't. You know our relationship was never an exception for this kind of thing."

You stared at him hard with clenched fists. You only knew little information from what was given to you by an unknown sender so it was hard to make a conclusion out of what you're only seeing as of now.

So you turned to Fang, "tell me what happened to Boboiboy."

This caught Fang to a surprise that he didn't know how to answer.

"You're no longer associated with your brother, right? So I'm asking you, as a witness of what happened, to give me a detail of what this man did."

"I... uh, well, Captain y/n..."

"Enough." Kaizo stepped in and sighed. "I took their power watches yet Fang had taken them from me then gave them back to Boboiboy and his other friends."

"Boboiboy has... a power watch...?"

"Indeed, I decided to let them have the watch as I've witnessed their capabilities and strengths. I've concluded that... letting them have the watches might be the best decision."

"Boboiboy has a power watch...?" You repeated, unable to believe what you've just heard. Hearing you say it again made something click inside you and realized what OchoBot had been telling you wasn't made up... and that OchoBot wasn't just a floating robot barista your Granddad had purchased. "Ochobot is a powersphere?!"

"You've... just noticed?" Kaizo replied, "My... y/n, as far as the years have stretched, there hasn't been much advancement to Earth's technology as advanced as ours. I take it you haven't been visiting in a long time."

"How could I when you keep on dragging me for a new mission!"

"I thought you enjoyed our little... escapades."

"I‐" you wanted to deny but it was rather evident you didn't mind your adventures and missions with the space rebel.

Kaizo smirked, "stay here a little longer while we prepare a shuttle for you and Fang to go back to Earth."

In the ship's clinic room, you patched up Kaizo's wounds and bruises from his fight with your brother and Fang.

"I can't believe you just beat up a bunch of kids." You scolded while applying ointment on his wounds.

"Must you need to apply so harshly, I was already badly beaten."

"Yet I'm sure you're still able to go for more, you brute."

"Your brother's a tough kid, I knew he wouldn't back down too easily."

"So you beat him some more before sending him back to Earth?"

"I was certain letting him keep the watch was for the best. We needed someone to hold on to these watches so they wouldn't end up in the wrong hands so I was a bit skeptical on letting a bunch of kids use them... until Boboiboy proved me wrong."

"There." You finished patching up Kaizo as soon as he finished talking and sat beside him. "My brother's awesome, isn't he?

"Wouldn't exactly say that... he's a brat, but yes. He's okay."

"'Okay'? He's more than okay! Look what he did to you, he beat up a space rebel! Ahahahaha‐"

Your laughter had only came to a stop when Kaizo had pressed his lips against yours. With the spike of your heartbeat and the feeling of his soft lips, you stopped laughing and had your eyes wide open in shock.

Kaizo pulled away, "then let's see what I'll do to his sister once I have her under me."

Kaizo pushed you down the bed and stared into your eyes. "You come in here on my ship and attacked me, thinking you won't get away with it? I'm not a pushover, y/n. I'll be needing compensation for your actions. I still have enough strength to take you down under my mercy."

It didn't take long until Fang opened the clinic's door and witnessed what was about to unfold before him. His brother half naked and patched up while having you under him was certainly something he wasn't expecting to see.

In a second, Fang had slammed the door shut and yelled the shuttle was now ready to depart.

Kaizo immediately pulled away once again and regained his composure while you were a blushing mess, trying to cover your face from embarrassment.

Everyone was quiet as you and Fang got inside the shuttle back to Earth while Kaizo and Lahap watched over your shuttle leave.

"So..." Fang tried to break the awkward silence. "You and Captain Kaizo, huh-"

"Fang- don't act like you didn't know about our relationship!"

"I mean I am aware but— but I had no idea it was like that! If anything, I thought the two of you would start fighting each other a while ago."

"Wha-! Don't tell anyone about this or else I'll turn you into a red carrot donut!"

"Yes, captain!"

Meanwhile as the shuttle came back to Kaizo's ship...

"Have you forgotten there's a camera on every room in the ship, captain...?"

Kaizo's nerve got ticked off and kicked Lahap on his side which caused him to bump on a couple of plasma tanks.

[honeygem]

since you offer nsfw writing commissions i would like to ask if you are an adult. it doesnt say anywhere and id like to be sure

Yes I'm an adult😭👊 I'm in my early 20s man.

I'm ok with any kinks and scenerios but I honestly dont fuck with anything related to poop(so far this is the only thing I can think of). Any other themes or scenario that comes to mind for the commission could still be negotiable.

If you have other inquiries or clarifications, dms are open and asks are welcome!!

[honeygem]

hii do you have any kaizo fic recommendations?? if so, drop them ! would love to see more kaizo content from you btw. amazing writing!

Helloooo!! There aren't really much Kaizo fics that I can find here on tumblr. Most of the fics I stumble upon are my own works honestly... or that some are in another language that's why I can't find them.

I've also tried looking on AO3 or wattpad but thennnn it's like the same thing. It's either I can't find them since it's in another language or that my preference doesn't line up with other writers' works(which is ok, no hate on them)

Here are one of the fics that I like with short descriptions on them(from what I can remember from the fic so it's pretty much vague):

Wattpad

— Past Tense

Status: 21 parts, ongoing

From what I can remember Reader and Kaizo had a child together and experiencing a fallout(?). Kaizo wants something (which i cannot vaguely remember) but Reader doesn't want to since even when they didn't workout well she still loves her child so like there's a conflict of interest going onnn.

Honestly, there aren't really a lot of kaizo fics that I like (no hate to the writer tho, just preference) and i can only remember this one out of all the kaizo fanfics I've read, and there aren't really that a lot.

There are some good one on tumblr too if you look up the tags and all... hopefully the fics will increase over time and soon my fics may not the be only one i see when i look up the tag kaizo x reader on tumblr.

If there are fics you found that you can recommend me, lmk!! (Please i am begging on my knees)

[honeygem]

// headcanon— love and deepspace: Caleb

Caleb would absolutely adore being kissed on his cheek and his forehead.

Peppering kisses all over his face? He loves it.

Sneaking kisses when he's not looking? Even more.

Eskimo kisses while the two of you cuddle before going to bed? It was the best way to end your night.

Her gentle touches makes him succumb to vulnerability and a sense of safety. In her arms, he feels as if it was just the two of them alone in the world. Just them— no pesky little rats trying to take her away from him, not even Zayne who's been by her side, caring for her while he was gone, was enough to pull her out of his hold.

He holds mc a little tighter whenever he gets the chance, afraid he might lose her again or distance herself away from him.

He's weak for mc's soft and gentle touches after the explosion and he's assured her enough that he's not that easy to break but mc insists to care for him, even just a little.

He's aware that mc gives him some kind of vulnerability but that also means he's aware of the consequences that might happen so he's come prepared and ready to take on anything.

[honeygem]

// headcanon

Caleb looks so pretty when he cries. Like actually???

Like he looks so pathetic but mc wouldn't know it was just a ploy to lower her guard down or to pity him.

Just seeing him shed a tear as he looks at her with a pained look would make mc wrap her arms around him for comfort then gently stroking his hair.

But like the thing is... caleb is not looking for comfort. He's looking for a chance to make mc trust him.. to make her wrapped around his finger... to make her doubt every word any other li might say about him.

Since mc is the only one he has left since grandma Josephine is gone from the explosion... he wouldn't want to lose mc too.

[yuisleptprettylate]

⌕ Akaashi Keiji : Coffee.ᐟ⤾

a/n: okay... this is a very old piece I wrote as practice for a mini rp coffee shop. Please be informed this is unedited and my ass writing aint it, but I'm reposting to keep me motivated writing here. LOLS

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The strong aroma of freshly made coffee filled the café, and the sky was fairly dark. While waiting for a customer, Akaashi, the barista who isn't currently on break, plays the cups. Sadly, despite the fact that the cafe is typically packed, the news reported that it will be raining heavily this afternoon.

Akaashi noticed there was a customer at the front desk when the entrance bell rang. He walked to the cashier to entertain the customer considering that he knew everyone else was on break.

"Hi, welcome to Bonshu; what would you like to have today?" He smiled warmly. He realized that it was his first time seeing this customer; typically, it was Oikawa and Tsukishima. "Oh, I mistook you for a regular for a second," the woman in front of him chuckled nervously, scratching her nape. Akaashi had a feeling she was worried right now. "Take your time ordering, yeah?" he informed her. She appeared pallid. "Actually, I'm here to order Kuroo and Oikawa's usual. T-They dared me. Also, a large Matcha Frappe, two chocolate soft cookies, and a lasagna, please?"

As she gave her orders, Akaashi nodded. He then repeated them to ensure that they were accurate. "That's all?" She gave a nod in response to his question.

"OK, may I ask your name?" Akaashi adjusted his spectacles to get a better look at her. She blushed slightly and fidgeted her fingers. "Y/N..." Akaashi scrawled her name on a sheet of paper next to her orders.

"Alright, Y/N. I'll hand you your order when it's ready. Feel free to take a seat." As soon as Akaashi left the counter he then proceeded to the kitchen to see if the other coworkers already finished their breaks. "Hey, I might need help with this one. Ushi gets Kuroo's usual, Kageyama gets Oikawa's, and I'll get the lady's." Sugawara chuckled. "Why not let me handle the lady's?" Keiji shook his head. "No, I can manage her order myself."

[honeygem]

WHAT ARE BOOPS AND HOW CAN I GET THEM

[honeygem]

Wind Breaker - Kinktober Week 1

contains: Ren Kaji, Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato

content warnings: nsfw MDNI, sensory deprivation, blindfolds, talking about sex, dirty talk, sex on phone if you squint, sharing of nudes(y/n), use of stimulant (break, bite, bang choco), oral receiving(y/n), begging

Notes: It's a little late and a little short. I wanted to work on the others since I liked how they turned out more. All characters are depicted as 21 years old and up.

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Ren Kaji - Sensory Deprivation

“Damn, was I ever this loud when I have my headphones on?”

“Ren, has it occurred to you how loud we are when we do it?” You laid your head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat as he held you close for the past hour.

“Ever wondered why we book out a room every time?” Ren answered with a question. 

“Yeah, but not all hotels are soundproof.”

“The one we went to last time?” Ren asked, “It’s soundproof.”

“How do you know?”

“I checked it with Hiiragi-san. He recommended it to me.”

“Hiiragi knows?”

“Duh. Where do you think I know all this stuff? I asked him about it.”

“All of it?” You rise from the bed. “You asked EVERYTHING and he knows??”

“Not all of it, dumbass.” Ren pulled you back to bed and wrapped his arms around you, your head side-to-side with his. “I don’t kiss and tell… but I did ask where to buy condoms and stuff not the actual sex.”

“Then what did he say about it?” You adjusted yourself to a comfortable position. “Y’know… about you…”

“Having sex?” Ren finished the sentence for you with a smirk playing on his lips. “Nothing. Told me to take it easy and shit.”

“And you didn’t—” you retorted.

“And I didn’t— you were enjoying it though. He also told me about aftercare.”

“You’re shit at it.”

“At least give me some credit! It’s my first time!”

“And having sex wasn’t?”

“You know what I meant!”

You laughed at his reaction and slapped his chest.  He laughed at it too then gave you a quick kiss on the lips. As he pulled away, he looked at your lips then back to your eyes, “You know, I’ve been wanting to try something new.”

“Like what?” your voice suddenly sultry, as if you already know where this is going. 

“Ever heard of sensory deprivation? Like blindfolds and stuff?”

“What about it?”

“I want to try putting on my headphones on you, on full volume, then see how loud you can be as I fuck your brains out.”

You suddenly felt something forming inside you as he said those words. You felt your breath hitch and stop— suddenly you forgot how to breathe. Suddenly you forgot how to form words as you stared into your boyfriend’s eyes… wavering and mind racing.

“D’you want that?” His voice whispered. “D’you want to moan my name while my headphone’s on blast to your ears and you wouldn’t know if you’re screaming my name loud enough that everybody can hear?”

A dangerous glint in his eyes sparked, “answer me.”

“Yes.”

Sakura Haruka

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Haruka gritted his teeth through the phone. 

“I missed you too, baby.” You replied innocently. “Did you get my present?”

“It looks more than a present to me. Who gave you the idea to send me that? Better yet, why’d you even do it?”

“You don’t like it? D’ya think it’s too… slutty?”

“Of course not— that’s not what I meant! You can’t just send me that while I’m at work!”

“But I feel so needy…” you moaned, “I need you.”

“Fuck you.”

You giggled in excitement, “are you saying you’re gonna fuck me later?”

“What the fuck- no! I can’t even come home right now. Where’d you even get this behavior? You weren’t like this when I left!”

“Gotta admit, I ate one of the chocolates, y’know the break, bite, bang one? I think I’m starting to feel the effects. Fuck, I wanna touch myself right now… want you to touch me.”

Haruka can feel himself get harder by the second. Every panting breath that you took was sending him on the edge. He can’t get turned on right now, in fact, he wasn’t even supposed to give you a call however as you kept sending him pictures of you naked— even wearing his favorite lingerie of yours, he just couldn’t stop himself from calling you. 

He wanted you to stop as it was becoming too distracting for him, knowing every ping of notification coming from his phone was a nude pic of you. Even if he puts his phone on vibrate to avoid getting the attention of everyone in the office, he can’t control himself from not opening your messages.

He immediately rushed to the bathroom after excusing himself, his hardened cock becoming unbearable for him as he struggled to hide it from everyone. 

“Fuck… you.” Haruka took off his belt and pulled out his cock and rubbed it up and down, trying to relieve himself.

“Tell me more…” you moaned when you heard his voice.

Suo Hayato

“Hello, darling,” Hayato whispered behind your ear, suddenly appearing while you concentrated on your paper.

“Hayato!” You turned around surprised and immediately embraced him. “Hayatoooooo….”

Slowly becoming teary-eyed as Hayato comforted you, you started complaining to him about your workload. It had been weeks since he had the time to visit you since he goes to a different university and syncing up with your schedules together had been hard. It had been days since you had the time to chat with him.

“There, there,” he consoled you. “I’m here now. Maybe I can help.”

“You’re finished with your projects? Aren’t you busy?”

“We’re on break.” He assured you. “And I already finished everything before coming here. As much as I love doing study dates with you, I don’t want to spend my entire stay here working on my thesis.”

“Lucky.”

“What are you working on anyway?”

“I’m reviewing for one of my majors.”

“You have exams coming up?”

“No,” you stretched then hugged him again, laying yourself comfortably to his chest, feeling yourself slowly drifting to sleep. “We have quizzes almost every day. Our teacher barely teaches us anything. He even told us we should be the ones teaching those who can’t keep up. I hate it.”

“That’s a lot of effort.” He supported your body by holding you by the waist while the other hand placed on your head, stroking your hair. “When’s the last time you slept?”

“A while ago.”

“For how long?”

You hesitated to answer, “2 hours.”

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes.”

“A proper meal?” He added. “I can see packets of noodles and energy drinks in the kitchen. Your fridge is empty too. Didn’t I tell you drinking a lot of those is bad for you?”

“I didn’t have time to cook something… I need to study and I can’t afford dozing off.”

“And taking care of yourself is important too, darling. You can’t take your exams if you’re at the hospital, can you? Your university doesn’t even allow students to take special exams.”

After hearing that from Hayato, you know he was right so you ended up squeezing him in defeat… which caused him to laugh his heart out from your stubbornness.

3 days had passed since Hayato stayed at your dorm and he had been taking care of the food and chores as you continued to work on your schoolwork and review. You haven’t even come home in weeks since you needed to finish a lot of papers and you knew that if you came home you wouldn’t be able to finish a single work.

“Ugh! I can’t get it right!!” You gritted your teeth in frustration. “Why can’t I balance this!?”

As if on cue, Hayato went in with a plate of your snacks and drink, “Having troubles, pretty girl?”

“I’ve been doing this FS for hours and I still can’t balance it! I’m starting to think there’s something wrong with the question.”

“Have you tried doing workback?”

“Yes, a hundred times. There’s nothing wrong with my entries, I’ve rechecked my ledger, and I’ve posted everything. It still won’t balance!” At this point, you felt like you’re gonna cry.

Hayato sighed, feeling the frustration you were letting out, “how about we take a little break, yeah? Cool off for a bit.”

You looked at Hayato in defeat then took a bite from the snack he made you, “okay.”

“This is not- not the kind of ‘cool off’ I was hoping for— fuck, Suo!” you struggled to sit comfortably in your seat as he continued to eat you out, his hand placed both on your thighs, keeping them open. Your hand gripped his hair and desperately pushed him off your cunt yet he’s just so persistent in licking your every orifice. 

“Can’t we do this on the bed?” You pleaded, looking down at him, his eyes closed as he continued making out with your lower lips. You can feel his tongue moving in and out of your cunt, slurping and licking up from your clit to your hole. His moans mixed with your own filled the room as you could feel yourself reaching a wave of pleasure. 

“Don’t… stop…” you begged, breathlessly. “Hayato, Hayato, Hayato-”

His name comes out of your lips like a mantra as you can feel yourself coming close to orgasm. Hayato didn’t stop, his tongue moved faster and faster licking your clit up and down as he started fingering your hole which caused your body to jolt up from the sudden penetration.

“Aahn! Suo- fuck!!” You moaned. “It’s too much!”

[honeygem]

//nsfw: Lycaon from ZZZ - rambles

Mentions of: kissing, making out, use of tongue(Lycaon's), erection

Why do i suddenly get this idea of making out with Lycaon?

Like literally in his wolf/dog form... kissing...

Like you puckered your lips and pressed it against his, giving him small kisses one after the other on the same spot... turning your head a little to the left to get a better position then there he goes placing his hands on your waist to pull you closer and opening his mouth to lick up your lips.

His tongue enough to cover your mouth in one lick. He pressed his lips against yours one more time then forced his tongue inside your mouth.

Fuck like imagine him lapping you up like a puppy.

His tail wagging as he starts getting handsy on you.

Then as you pull away, completely out of breath, there he goes, right in front of you.. panting and eyes filled with lust.

You moaned out his name then he went and embraced you.

You can feel him resist his body... he needed release, desperately. You can feel him practically forcing himself not to hump on you right now or rub himself against you but it's too impossible to ignore it as you can practically feel his growing problem.

[honeygem]

Wind Breaker - KINKTOBER 2024

Note: porn/no plot. Will add plot if I feel like it. All characters will be depicted at least 21 y/o, no minors are involved.

These are just the tentative lineup and label for each week. I can't come up with a much decent and aesthetic design for this, I have no skill for it lol(also for the lack of time). Descriptions will be added once I finalise everything. And probably remake this masterlist to make it presentable.

If there are any request, I'll gladly hear them out!!

Week 1: soft

Kaji Ren, Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato

Week 2: mild

Sugushita Kyotaro, Suzuki Shouhei, Mizaki Kiryu, Umemiya Hajime

Week 3: spicy

Hiiragi Toma, Choji Tomiyama, Togame Jo

Week 4: hot

Sakaki Twins, Takiishi Chika, Yamato Endo