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[luvvcharxo]

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hiii im charlotte ୨ৎ my pronouns are she/her. rn im mainly writing for project sekai and blue lock. im very multifandom!! my account on ao3 and wattpad is @/thelocal_simp. my dms and inbox are also open for anyone wanting to gossip n fangirl!! im a shifter too guys so yall can yap ab ur drs w me. genuinely request anything and ill try write it.

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[xngelbunny]

۶ৎ she's so pretty it hurts!

۶ৎ chapter summary: you and ness alexis keep growing closer, she's adorable and pleasing to be around. what started as adopting a new friend to hang out might end up as more than you expected, or so your friends suspect. as for you? you're too busy planning what you and alexis will do when you see each other again. how close is too close? you'll sure get as near as allowed.

۶ৎ content: college!au, fem!ness x reader, reader is implied fem, cussing, cute ness x reader hangouts, random time-skips between convos, kaiser haunting the narrative more directly, reader being dense

۶ৎ fem!ness smau series - pt.1 ; pt.2 (you're here!)

۶ৎ notes: i still cant believe the support this got! we have a taglist and all so soon 🥺 this part is just them getting closer, but things will take a turn in the next one (which will be entirely written btw, im excited to write it skjsk). guys im a chiikawa larper, i just found out abt it recently and thought ness would like momonga do not judge me. idk if kaiser should intervene directly, i dont think she'd care much. its so funny to me how isagi has beef with everyone here too. well, that's it. see you in the next one !

۶ৎ taglist: @luvvcharxo, @rinflowstate

[bloomflix]

Loved ur bunny and Hugo work omggg , Pls pls do some size kink with Vivien hugo 🌚🌚mayhaps when it doesn’t fit 🌚🌚🌚

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ you shouldn’t ever have underestimated truly how big your boyfriend vivien hugo is

you wouldn’t say you’re that tiny—but compared to vivien, you sure as hell were; he’s over 187 cm and all muscular. he really is the poster boy for what it means to be a giant… because holy fuck.

in general, his torso and legs were so long, he could be able to pass as model… but not only that, his dick was big too. it really really was you can’t lie and say you haven’t caught print of your boyfriend—especially in his football kit, but fuck.

imagine your surprise when you lowered down on the couch to suck him off after a heated make-out session, where you were met with his huge cock, all thick and long and slightly curved… it was pretty. reallll pretty.

“c-chérie… you’re staring…”

and how would you not be?! you didn’t mind sucking him off, just seeing his reactions; then when you went on top and began grinding your dripping pussy against his length, it felt so good to just see him let out the cutest whimpers and cries while his usually void expression turned lewd.

but when you finally caved into wanting to fuck him, you bucked your hips against the tip of his cock, sliding it against your dripping cunt. and then you tried to insert it in you and well… it was harder than you anticipated.

“i… i don’t think i fit, n/n…” he went quiet, looking at you like he was both more aroused yet concerned at the same time.

your face was flushed and hot and you continue grinding against his cock, smearing your slick on his throbbing length and feeling the ridges of his veins rub against your clit.

“i-i’ll make it fit. i’ll try.”

and try you did, because you couldn’t even get past the tip before you felt like you were going to give up. he was already in—which was amazing progress! but then was left with the other however-many-the-fuck inches he sported.

“i can help, if you’d like?”

your face was heated up and you nodded quick, whining all embarrassed.

he smiled softly and latched his arms around your waist. “hold on to me, yeah?”

you embraced him tightly, your breasts squished against his lean chest as he slowly—and damn surely—made himself fit in your tiny pussy.

“viví—! o-oh my fucking g-god!” you screamed, feeling the way he filled you up so goddamn good.

“love, just a few more, okay? think you can take that?”

you nodded, already sniffling and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “i trust y-you…”

it really did feel as if he was splitting you open—as if you were a virgin taking dick for the first time with the burn. you were fucking dripping in arousal and yet, you still had trouble adjusting.

and with a small little squelch, he was all in you. you backed up from him, wanting to see if it ws really true, and it was. there, in all its glory, was his dick fully inside you—adding a little tummy buldge to you. some of your slick pooled under your stuffed cunt, glazing your inner thighs. vivien found it amusing—how your smaller frame was attempting to move in his grip, and how you were attempting to really take him.

“i’m gonna move, yeah?” he lightly strengthened his grip on your waist, and you looked at him; his face was absolutely flustered, his eyes were a bit watery, and he kept fluttering his lashes.

almost like he was about to cry—like he was restraining himself.

“are you okay…?” he hissed the moment you leaned towards him.

“you’re just so fucking tight. my god…”

it felt as if even him breathing filled you up more, yet when he actually began to move, you felt as if the wind was knocked out of you—but it just felt so fucking good.

“haahh… see how that went? not so scary huh?” what a fucking lie. you’re still scared of his big dick.

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LMFAO YK I WAS THINKING OF THAT ONE CUPCAKKE LYRIC “THATS A BIG FUCKING DICK AAAAA” AND I CANT HELP BUT LAUGH SORRY IM CRYING i’m really immature 😭😭😭 this is like really unrealistic and lowk a bit uh questionable (highkey not a fan of this bc I was lowk sleep deprived writing this icboieclenleckn) but anyways thanks for requesting xx

masterlist <3

[valentinesxoxo]

— 𑣲⋆｡˚ you love riding hugo’s big beefy cock..

“h-hugo it won’t fit..” you mumbled, his fat tip nudging between your folds. “i’ll make it fit.” he responded back, holding your hips steady to stop your squirming.

hugo leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple to try and soften the sharp pressure you felt. "relax for me, mon amour," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and soothing despite the overwhelming stretch. "breathe."

he kept the movement agonizingly slow, letting you adjust inch by inch.

"halfway there, amour," hugo grunted, his forehead resting against your back as he stayed perfectly still. you could feel every vein and ridge of his massive cock, your pussy stretched so tight around him it almost hurt. but there was something insanely satisfying about being filled so completely.

"almost there," he whispered, the words brushing against your ear before he shifted his weight. a single, deliberate push, and the rest of his thick cock glided inside you with a soft, slick sound.

he let out a long, shaky breath of relief, the tip finally pressing deep against your womb.

you moaned, "that’s it." hugo groaned deeply, dropping his head back against the mattress with absolute bliss. his large hands immediately settled on your hips, helping guide your rhythm, letting you bounce up and down that thick length at your own pace.

"good girl. just like that." he encouraged, watching his cock disappear into your stretched pussy. "take your time, chérie."

your pace was slow and steady, taking him deeply with each roll of your hips. hugo's cock was so large that even this gentle pace had him seeing stars. one hand slid up to squeeze your breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak as he began to move his hips in counterpoint to your movements.

every time you sank down, he nudged that sweet, swollen spot deep inside you, drawing soft cries from your throat. he watched, mesmerized, as your pussy swallowed his thick length, the wet, slick sounds growing louder in the quiet room.

"look at you.." he said softly, eyes roaming over your body. your full breasts bouncing slightly with each movement, belly concave with effort, inner thighs spread wide to accommodate his thick hips.

"taking my cock so nicely, amour..." his voice dropped lower.

your orgasm hit like a wave, body tightening around his cock. hugo let out a guttural groan, burying his face in your hair. the feel of your inner walls milking him was too much.

without waiting, his hips snapped upward into you, pumping deep throbs of seed into your tight cunt. "take it, chérie."

the pleasure was overwhelming—your orgasm pushing him closer to his own. his hips stuttered, slamming up into you repeatedly as hot ropes of cum coated your insides. your walls clenched around him like a vice, milking every last drop.

his cock twitched violently inside you, pumping load after load.

[moewoe27]

My Hugo yearning agenda is continuing…

[mysoupi]

bunny bunny bunny bunny

[yayamrata]

How could I ever be mad at papi chulo 🤤

[saestarzz]

Hey so breeding kink for loki if u havent done yet xx

shut the front door i've been waiting for this moment for fucking ever 👀

smut mdni!!! julien loki x femreader cw: breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex, swearing, creampie

for the record - (at least, in your boyfriend's defense), it wasn't julien who'd begged for it raw, it was you.

for one, you'd always been curious about what it felt like. (sex without any barriers between you sounded like a dream)! and since the two of you had been wanting to try something new in the bedroom, wasn't it perfect?

unfortunately, convincing julien to let go of the dear old condom proved to be a decently difficult challenge.

"come onnnnn," you whined one night as you straddled his lap, running sloppy kisses down his neck as an attempt to persuade him. "don't you want to try it? i've been on the pill for a while now, you know. we should be good to go."

julien's brows furrowed apologetically as he tugged lightly on your hair, exposing your neck to return the favor. "i'm sorry, chérie, but i just don't want to take any risks."

because that's who your boyfriend was. kind, caring... but overly cautious when it came to things like this.

that was, until the trusty condom finally snapped.

his very own speed had betrayed him. the second julien fully plunged into your heat for the first time, (just him, no rubber), he awakened something within himself.

you were so warm. not the kind of warm where he could feel you just enough to pretend there was nothing separating you. he was in there. inside of you. wasn't that kind of... beautiful?

so he tossed away the condom and didn't pull out. when you saw his expression the second he came inside for the first time, you could tell - he was finally under your spell.

now, condoms were definitely a distant memory!

"ah, putain..." he sighed as he slapped his oozing tip against your clit, smearing his pre against your own slick. "that's beautiful... wish i had, like, a camera or something."

you whimpered impatiently, nails digging into his neck. "will you just shut up and make love to me?"

"sorry," he whispered. julien brought his lips to yours in a hasty kiss, lips quivering slightly as he slowly pushed himself into your cunt. fuck. he'd never get used to this feeling - it was like your pussy entered him into a state of nirvana. kind of symbolic for hitting it raw, but still, it fit.

you, on the other hand, were loving it just as much as he was. squirming in pleasure at the sheer stretch of his cock under him, you let out tiny moans into his mouth to let him know just how much you were enjoying yourself.

as soon as he began to thrust in and out, it all became a blur of wet squelches and shaky breath.

"j-juli..." you moaned, head pushing back further into the pillow as his thumb rubbed your clit.

he buried his face into your cheek, letting out a groan as your walls fluttered around him. "hah... you really like that, don't you...?"

julien didn't have to fuck you fast anymore. he was inside of you - all of him. he could go as deep as he'd like. you were so sensitive, in the palm of his hand. like this, you were fully his. and then the thought hit him.

what was really so wrong with claiming you as his?

what was really so wrong with the idea of marking you forever - with making sure a part of him always stayed inside of you?

he could picture it in his head. you, filled to the brim with his seed. you, belly swollen because of his kid. he'd put a ring on your finger. he'd take care of you. he'd be around you every moment, patiently waiting for the day the two of you became three. then, three became four. four became five, and so forth....

by the time he'd imagined your sixth kid, he realized he was desperately close - you were, too. he hadn't even noticed you'd changed positions.

"...putain, please let me be the father of your children," he groaned into your ear from behind, thrusts growing desperate as he inched his way towards climax.

you, being too fucked out to hear, were too preoccupied with your own climax, legs practically shaking as you finally found your release. "fuck, fuck... i'm cumming..."

funnily enough, before julien could tell you to cum for him, his vision went white, hot spurts of his seed spilling into you as he bottomed out. shoulders slumping, he collapsed on top of you, peppering tiny kisses on the back of your neck before finally pulling out.

he crouched down afterwards, spreading your legs to admire the way his work slowly dripped its way out of you. (and yes, he finally got his picture).

"so, what did you whisper into my ear before we came?" you panted, resting your head on julien's chest.

you could practically hear your boyfriend's heart stop beating in his chest. letting out a nervous chuckle, he waved your question off. "i don't even remember, chérie."

julien's post-nut clarity verdict?

maybe kids were an "in the heat of the moment" kind of thing. but definitely still not for a number of years.

[chevxyn]

the concept of misunderstanding

being close friends with vivian hugo online only to figure out the person that you thought was a woman is actually a man, clueless to the fact that he’s definitely into you.

⤷ smau, profanity, fem!reader & she/her pronouns for reader, ng11 as a highk toxic friend group that loves eachother, you’re those optimistic cheerful person, plot twist near the end.

bonus post ft. kaiser as a plus on the plot twist

property of ©chevxyn. do not feed to ai, do not post anywhere else — thank you for your support.

[bloomflix]

"we are just destined to be..."

in which, your best friend vivien hugo is so adamant that you two belong together, to the point where he’d do anything for that to happen | yandere themes, smut

best friend!hugo, who’s known you since the two of you could even learn to walk. he’s been your next door neighbor and school buddy forever and you know everything about him (so you think), and he does so for you too! he may appear quiet and calm, but you know your viví cares for you very much so. he's considerate of you all the time.

he protects you and has been doing so since elementary school, making sure everyone else was nice to you. then, when middle school came and you began getting asked out, your viví managed to make things less awkward for you as the day after you'd get asked out, those people just stopped bugging you... because your viví managed to deal with it. you couldn't be more grateful. even with his current position in the arsenal team and the fact that you now go to university in london, you are just happy and content that your relationship has never faltered.

yandere!hugo, who loves you. he really does. he's known you for majority of his lifetime and knows you like the back of his hand. you're his n/n, his sweetheart. hugo knows that sometimes, he can be a bit much (according to his stupid sister who keeps bugging him to leave you alone), but you're so grateful. you've been his only real "friend" who understood him when he went on his tangents regarding destiny and fate and whatnot, and that's when he realized you were the one for him.

all because you said "if destiny really is real, then i hope it's our destiny to be best friends forever!", and hugo as a child really ran with that.

but unfortunately, as the years go on, only more people come to realize your beauty—especially the idiots you two had the misfortune of having in your middle school class. how could they dare asking you out?! what if you got frightened? luckily for you though, you have him. and of course he’ll always defend you (albeit, maybe not for the reasons you may think). because why would he ever let another guy even think about being by your side? as his position as someone so close to you, he wants to help you—to lecture you. so he just gives you small lectures on what to do and not to do: don't make friends so easily.

yandere!hugo, who always manages to glue by your side. from middle school on out, your friends were his—since he didn’t want to make friends, because why would he if he has you? a small part of him liked it too considering the fact that your friends would joke around and ship you and him together.

that you were the sunshine to his moon, or something like that. and hugo loved it… he especially loved your flustered reaction to it. it was a reminder of how much he really has entered your life. you even have dinner together at times and would sleep in the same bed if you were up. he fucking adored it; even if your friends would blow up your phone, asking why you bailed on hangouts last minute, he would just block them... you're so close to each other, so of course you'd let him track you. he just wants to make sure you're safe, especially now in your university days where he's aware of how rampant parties can be.

so vivien resorts to his old habit of giving you "lectures". as a professional football player, of course he's been to parties and been everywhere and has learned things you haven't... so of course you have to listen to him when he says that there are scary things at parties that you couldn't even imagine—and that your new "friends" can sell you out at any moment. because of course, vivien knows best.

yandere!hugo, who has a habit of stealing little knick-knacks of yours; whether it be hair-ties or maybe even pens you've used (especially the ones you've bitten since you have such a cute habit of doing so when you're focused).

but the thing he (albeit, shamefully) favors, is your panties. fuck… he really liked your panties. his favorites were the ones he helped you pick out when you two entered to victoria’s secret together (since you’re close enough to do so… and vivien loved it when he was referred to as your boyfriend at the store).

he couldn’t help it—he just loved to use the soft lacy fabric and fist his cock against it, imagining how your soft skin once was clad with it. he could imagine just rubbing his cock against your panties while you cried of overstimulation, his tip throbbing with the friction and anticipation of entering your sweet cunt.

yandere!hugo, who tries to ruin any romantic relationships you ever tend to have. because why would you ever want to if you have him? it started in high school when you confided in him that you had a crush on someone on his football team; so what did vivien do? he assisted in setting that guy up with someone else. now of course this came with consequences as he hated seeing you cry—but it’s for your own good! how could you ever be with someone other than him?

then when he left to london for arsenal, he still tried his best to sabotage. any guy you’d post, he ended up blackmailing them on leaving you. he’d use his notoriety as arsenal’s star youth midfielder to manipulate these guys to leave you… because you belong to him.

yandere!hugo, who finally snapped the moment he noticed that you were paying attention to something else other than him. you're great at a certain class, and had been asked by a professor to tutor someone. fine—that's incredible (he knows you're amazing at what you do anyway), but how could you be so daft? that idiot you're helping tutor, his eyes just roam about your body and you just don't care? what?!

so he does what he always does, and gives you a lecture. but this time, this lecture was special. vivien enjoys romance movies (since he's simply projecting how he feels about you), and really gave his best performance as he burst into tears, confessing his love for you and kissing you so softly. and imagine his surprise as he sees that you return his feelings! now he really has to protect you. even if it makes you detest him a bit, it's just for your own good. because as he told you: "i love you more than you'll ever know."

yandere!hugo, who knows damn well how bad it is to deceive you, even while dating you. however, it’s necessary; he has to do what he has to do for your own good—especially if you’re to be his. so when you asked to go to a halloween party since your friends keep talking about it, he snapped… well not really (also didn't he get rid of those bastards?!).

he just smothered you in kisses and light touches… and just fucked you senseless so you’d forget about going to that godforsaken party.

"viví...o-oh god-!" missionary never did vivien wrong, especially now. it’s his favorite position—arguably the best sex position. he's fucking relishing in he fact that he can see everything—from the way your legs trembled in his grip, to how your wet cunt is stretched out from taking him, to the way your eyebrows are pinched together and your eyes watery from tears.

"are you gonna leave me now? hm, n/n? you wouldn’t? right?”

“haahhh—hic—n-noo, viví—! i w-would never!” you kept blabbing on, probably due to your horny and sexually overwhelmed state, "i'm yoursss! i-i'll always be yours... i'll n-never leave you."

vivien felt as if he could cum already the moment you said that... "hold out a bit more for me, okay?"

"mhmmm!" you were full on sobbing, gyrating your hips and arching your back above the mattress. your tattered halloween costume was still on, the lacy black dress that was apart of your vampire outfit split open. your mascara was running and your lipstick was speared across yours and vivien's lips—where he could even taste the gourmand essence of the cosmetic.

vivien could get used to this... to fucking you senseless everyday. because that's your destiny anyway. to be only his.

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ok this took me longer than expected to do (which is funny bc i was so excited for this request but like i hope i wrote it well and it isn't that buns bc sdclfqqpqod;doqpiqn i feel like this appears a tad bit ooc but yayayyayaya) thank you for your request, nonnie <33333

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[j2yin]

i know enough ˖ ࣪⊹

live your destiny, then life will shine

𐔌  . vivien hugo x photographer!reader  .ᐟ  𖦹

୭₊˚ warnings: argument, hugo is kinda manipulative, reader enjoys photography but is tired of it because of judgement, hugo and readers belief clashing, angst a little with comfort, after the divider its mostly just crack!!!

୭₊˚ a/n: guys this was for a request but i didnt pull it off like at all, its kinda different from what the anon requested so im sorry !! it was super hard for me to think of a scenario bc im honestly also a firm believer of hugos philosophy ...

©j2yin 2026 - dont copy, steal, or repost ! thank you

[wavelengths-mind]

j. loki x fem! reader

╰┈➤ you're upset with him, and naturally, he makes it up to you. whether it's for your pleasure or his.

୨ৎcw: nsfw, oral receiving f, face sitting, cunnilingus, praising, masturbation

a/n: well...the loki agenda got me the more i kept re-reading the fuck ass manga

the argument had started over something trivial. at least, that’s what julian loki made it seem like.

a missed call, a forgotten promise, surely those weren’t something you could just…simply brush off to the side. it was a small thing that had grown teeth after sitting unaddressed for too long. 

you had tried to brush it off at first, convince yourself that it wasn’t worth being upset over, and perhaps try to be understanding of his rigorous schedule; but all of that fell through when julian stood before you with that same quiet expression he always wore—the one that made it impossible to tell whether he was genuinely unaffected by your words, or simply too good at hiding them. 

and somehow, that made everything worse. 

loki wasn’t angry nor upset that you voiced your frustrations at him, instead he just stood there, listening. 

most people would’ve retaliated, raise their voice, try to prove their side, but julian did none of that. he let every single word fall in between you, never interrupting you once. 

and the troubling part of all this? the look on his face: amusement, and something more…hidden. one you couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

a feint curve at the corner of his mouth. a bewitching glint in his eyes, one that made you feel like you were the only one in the room who hadn’t realized it yet, which…you didn’t. until you looked down.

it was hard to notice at first through the haze of your emotion, but when you did, your exasperation completely dissipated. 

julian loki was hard. his obvious erection straining against the confines of his pants, and he did nothing to hide it. like he wanted you to notice. 

“you done?” loki murmurs, reaching beneath his waistband to fix his erection to lie comfortably in his pants. “sorry mon cœur… seeing you all angry got me worked up…how can i make it up to you?” 

it took very little convincing to get julian loki the way you wanted him, flat on his back while you dragged your drenched pussy across his eager mouth—so eager to please you he didn’t give a shit about anything else, only making it up to you.

his tongue slips from his lips to meet your clit head on, a measured motion only he could master, then angling downward to press the warmth of his pink muscle against your entrance; practically begging that you give him more with the way he was squeezing your ass. but something was amiss, a loss of contact when there shouldn’t be.

“juli…what did i tell you?” you warn him breathlessly, your eyes landing on his. it was his eyes that gave him away, that impossible shade of gold, hazed over and distant, but they refocused upon hearing your voice, properly meeting your gaze. 

you felt him smirk against your pussy, giving your folds an exploritory pass of his tongue before breaching your entrance. you jolt against him with an involuntary buck of your hips. 

“how do you expect me not to touch myself to you?” 

you had explicitly told loki not to touch himself until he had made you cum—purely out of spite. but what you enforced was quickly starting to crumble away, and you were too drunk off the feeling of him making out with your pussy to care. 

you offer julian a weak glare, but it was quickly broken down by the quick flick of his tongue against your clit. 

“mmmm! fuck—m’ gonna cum!” you cry out, your hips rolling against his face with amplified fervor, hands reaching forward to grip the headboard. 

“yeah? you gonna cum all over me?” loki mutters against your core, a hand sliding back down to grip his aching shaft, pumping his swollen cock to the sound of your labored breathing, the way his name fell from your lips, the obscene wetness of your pussy all over his mouth—he wasn’t going to last very long. 

you nod frantically, “gonna cum all over your face, juli—”

loki groans into your heat, pumping himself faster. “c’mon then, use me, make a mess, baby, i got you.” 

“julian!” 

“yes, that’s it mon cœur, let me fix it. let me make it up to you.” 

you unraveled like a thread pulled from a seam as a tremor worked its way through you, quivering uncontrollably as he adamantly lapped at you, riding you through your orgasm. loki ate your pussy like he’d been waiting for that first taste, long before you voiced your anger at him. there was something almost mesmerizing about the way he enjoyed it, how he devoured your arousal completely unguarded and unapologetically pleased. 

loki was completely blissed out from you alone, engrossed in the way you clenched and unclenched around nothing, basking in the aftermath of your high. his cock pulsed one final time before spilling all over his hand, hot spurts of cum dripping over his digits like a sinful fountain. loki couldn’t help himself, whimpering against your pussy as he bucked into his hand. 

“shit, juli? are you okay?” you ask, hastily pulling your hips away from his mouth. 

his mouth was ridiculously messy, glossy with the sweetness of your orgasm, the evidence of his indulgence impossible to ignore. loki smiled at you, completely unapologetic. 

“are you still mad, baby?” 

you roll your eyes. “it seems like you want me to be mad, julian.” 

“yeah,” he said simply, almost too honestly. “if it means i get to keep doing this.” 

[bbunsflix]

BAD DESIRE

synopsis: your boyfriend ness, let's his best friend kaiser fuck you..? but it's okay since you wanted it either way<3

tags: smut . minors DNI . cuck ness . mean kaiser . creampie . piv . loser ness

a/n: based on this req here ! this was the shortest to do, idk when I'll be done with the others🥲. ill be creating a taglist if you're interested in joining comment ! dividers @/pixopix & @/cursed-carmine

ness sat in the chair across from the bed, his hands gripping his thighs tightly. his eyes were wide, cheeks flushed dark red as he watches the scene in front of him.

you were completely naked, on your back in the middle of the large bed, legs spread wide as kaiser hovered over you, his arrogant smirk in place. he was still half dressed, shirt unbuttoned, pants shoved down just enough to free his cock.

"really letting me do this ness?" kaiser asked, glancing over at your boyfriend as he ran the head of his cock up and down your soaked folds, teasing your entrance. "look at that, your precious girlfriend already dripping for me."

ness swallowed hard, his voice comming out quieter than usual. "y-yeah..just do it and be careful with her."

kaiser grinned. "careful? where's the fun in that?"

he pushed inside of you in one deep thrust, bottoming out. you moaned in surprise at the stretch, you back arching off the bed. kaiser was wayyy bigger than your boyfriend—he was thicker and longer. the feeling of him filling you so completely made your head spin.

"fuck..hah—she's tight," kaiser groaned in satisfaction. he grabbed your hips and started fucking you properly, no longer holding back. the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out your dripping cunt filled the room.

you turned your head to look at ness, your eyes blurry with pleasure. his breathing was ragged, eyes glued to where kaiser's cock was disappearing inside of you. there was clear arousal in his expression. you knew that, obviously—he confessed it to you a few weeks ago..now it was playing out in real time.

"baby.." you moaned, reaching a hand toward him. ness bit his bottom lip. "its okay baby..you look so good like this,"

kaiser noticed the exchange and grinned. he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look back at him as he slammed into yoh harder.

"eyes on me when i'm in you princess," he ordered. "your boyfriend likes watching."

he leaned down and kissed you suddenly, his tonige invading your mouth as his hips snapped forward. a strangled moan slipped from you as you kissed him back. the new angle allowed him to hit deep inside you with every thrust. your legs wrapped around him as you began getting lost in pleasure.

kaiser broke the kiss and looked over at ness. "look at her ness, she's taking me so well. she ever moan so loud for you?"

ness shifted in his seat, hard as a rock but refusing to touch himself. "s-she does..she sounds really good." he says quietly. both of them knew you were rarely this loud with you.

you whimpered as kaiser suddenly changed angles, allowing him to grind against your sweet spot. "kaiser—ah! right there nghh.."

"that's it," Kaiser praised. "let him hear how much you love my cock hm?"

he fucked you harder, one hand moving between your bodies to rub your clit in fast circles. your moans grew louder and more desperate. the pleasure built rapidly, intensified by the filthy situation—your boyfriend watching another man ruin you..and enjoying it..

"i'm gonna cum—kaiser—!" you cried out.

"then cum," kaiser growled.

your orgasm crashed over you hard. you screamed, back arching, cunt clenching tightly around kaiser's thick length as waves of pleasure tore through you. kaiser groaned at the feeling but didn't slow down, fucking you straight through your climax.

ness let out a shaky breath, eyes dark with lust as he watched you fall apart.

kaiser finally pulled out, flipping you onto your hands and knees so you were facing ness directly. he entered you again from behind in one brutal thrust, making you moan loudly.

"look at him," kaiser commanded, grabbing your hair gently but firmly. "look at your boyfriend while i fuck you."

you locked eyes with ness. his face was burning, lips parted, completely mesmerized by the sight of you getting fucked senseless.

"you're doing so well, baby," ness whispered, voice hoarse. "you look beautiful."

kaiser laughed again and started pounding into you harder, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing. "hear that? your boyfriend likes watching me wreck his girlfriend."

he reached around and rubbed your clit again, chasing a second orgasm from you. you were shaking, overstimulated and moaning shamelessly.

"rell him how good it feels," kaiser ordered.

"feels so good—kaiser's so deep—gonna cum again.."

your second orgasm hit even harder than the first. tou cried out, pushing back against kaiser's cock as your cunt fluttered and gushed around him. kaiser groaned, hips stuttering as he finally let himself get close.

without thinking you uttered the words youve never once said to your own boyfriend.

"please, kaiser...cum inside me," you begged, voice breaking. "i need it—please fill me up. I want your cum deep inside—"

ness's eyes widened, a soft wounded sound escaping him.

kaiser's smirk turned feral. "tsk, who knew you were such a slut?"

he grabbed your hips with both hands and started fucking you with punishing force. your moans turned into desperate cries as another orgasm built rapidly.

your walls clenched hard around him as you came again, shaking and gushing around his cock. the feeling pushed kaiser over the edge.

with a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt inside you and came. thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your cunt as he pulsed deep inside. he kept grinding into you, making sure every drop stayed buried in your twitching cunt.

"take it all," he hissed against your ear. "your boyfriend never gets to hear you beg like that, does he?"

you whimpered, shaking your head, still coming down from your high as you felt him filling you up.

kaiser stayed inside you for a long moment, savoring the warmth, before slowly pulling out. a thick trail of his cum leaked from your used cunt, dripping onto the sheets.

he glanced at ness with a satisfied, mocking smile. "look at that. she begged me to creampie her. how does that feel, ness?"

ness was breathing heavily, face burning red. he couldn't tear his eyes away from your cum filled pussy. there was clear shame...but also undeniable arousal.

"I...I liked it," he admitted.

he stood up on unsteady legs and came over to the bed. gently, brushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead.

"you okay?" he asked softly.

you nodded, still feeling kaiser leaking out of you. "i enjoyed that.."

kaiser buttoned his shirt lazily, chuckling. "dont worry princess, you'll get more of me soon, wont she ness?"

"yeah.."

as he left, ness crawled onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. his hand drifted down between your legs, gently touching where Kaiser had finished inside you.

"...you really begged him," he whispered, a mix of emotions in his voice.

you kissed his jaw softly. "sorry..i really liked it.."

"it's alright baby, me too."

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[stellarque]

just looking out for you!

cw: yandere themes, non-con kissing

𖥔 ݁ ˖ Hugo’s always been a bit of an oddball.

You have a distinct memory from when you were kids, where everyone else was being ‘normal’ and laughing and playing, and then from the corner of your eye, you spot a lonely looking boy staring blankly at a book.

Initially, you wondered if he was even alive. I mean, he was just… staring, unblinking, looking as though he weren’t even breathing, before he confirmed his existence by suddenly flipping the page.

Intrigued, you went up to him.

Complete opposites, the two of you were. You were always surrounded by a crowd of people whilst Hugo often kept to himself. Your pity is unwarranted however, this was not the cruel bullying of the others that you believed it to be—really he does it to himself—since he’s always eager to tell anyone what they’re doing is incorrect and not following their own aptitudes. He can never just let people be. Obviously they wouldn’t like someone like that.

The exception being you, of course.

A bit of an airhead by nature, you’re mostly oblivious to his actions. You don’t even notice when he starts taking over your time with the other kids, because, well, that’s just poor Hugo being in need of a friend.

It certainly doesn’t help that he’s got this constant wide-eyed, deer in headlights look about him. You just can’t believe anyone that comes crying to you about his behaviour. It’s probably just their fault anyway.

Or at least, that’s what Hugo tells you.

You can’t really say otherwise when he’s tugging at your sleeve, all cute and doe-like.

He really does take advantage of your sympathy, always asking for your attention to make him feel better. He deserves lots of hugs and kisses as reparations for other people being mean to him, so get over here!

Eventually, nobody wants anything to do with either of you—just how Hugo wants it.

Nevertheless, it’s inevitable with your kind personality that more pests would come his way, unfortunate but he supposes the thing he loves about you would also be loved by others.

Now older and a lot broader than he used to be, he’s always hanging around you like a second shadow to ward off anyone getting too close (although it isn’t nearly as sweet as when he was younger and smaller than you. It’s a bit offputting). He does these things because he cares, because everyone else only wants awful, superficial things from you! But not Hugo. Never Hugo. He sees you for what you truly are.

You’ve become so close over these years, that you barely even notice the sudden shift in his demeanour.

Has he always been this mean to you? Calling you stupid whenever you try to leave him and being led astray by people? You shake it off, you have to, because it just hurts too much to lose the boy you’ve been friends with all your life.

Every time another cheating partner comes to light, or fake friend gets exposed and you run crying to Hugo for comfort, you fail to notice the satisfaction lying in his eyes.

The walking epitome of “told you so,” he told you, and you didn’t listen. See what happens when you don’t listen to Hugo? That’s why you should just stop thinking for yourself altogether and let him lead the way! He’s the only one who’ll treat you right.

Well, the multiple assortments of your belongings residing in his house speak a different story, but if nobody knows about it then it’s fine. You don’t even notice these things are important to you until they’re gone, so really he’s teaching you to be more careful with your things… and totally not just satisfying the creep inside of him wanting to own everything of yours.

It all comes to a head where somehow, some way, you’ve managed to get the silly idea of trying to pursue someone else, leaving Hugo behind in the process.

What an idiotic, contrived thing you’ve come up with. That’s all he can think when you’re speaking to him about it.

“I’m sorry, I am. It’s just, I think I want to focus on spending time with other people. I know I always have some trouble with partners but I swear this one is different. They really understand me!”

You laugh awkwardly, trying to pat him on the shoulder. “Don’t get too lonely without me.”

“I will.”

“Eh?”

Hugo steps closer towards you and in response, you start to back away, all of a sudden becoming so aware of the strength difference between you two. You call out his name multiple times, to no avail.

“Hugo, you’re scaring me. Please…” you mumble, when you feel your back hit the wall.

He’s staring at you now. “Have I not made myself clear over the years we’ve known each other? I told you, other people don’t understand you, and never will. Not like I do. The way you’re acting right now is purely illogical.”

You don’t know how to get the words out of your mouth, what emotion you’re even meant to feel, until finally settling on anger. You’re too tired to care at this point, damn the consequences.

“I’ve been putting up with you for the longest time now, but I swear, that will end today if you don’t stop. Honestly you do this everytime—!?”

Ah, you’re rambling on again about every little thing he’s done against you. You’d probably be even more upset if you actually knew how much he was involved in those past things. Like how he followed you home for years in school, forged incriminating looking photos of anyone you’ve ever come into contact with, told everyone to stay away from you unless they wanted something horrible to happen to their families. It was all for your sake.

Still, Hugo feels a mild sadness in his heart. His poor darling, too, is still being affected by the meaningless pursuit of goals that don’t match your fate.

He’s going to have to change that.

His final act of devotion to you is suddenly grabbing your face and kissing you. Hugo’s dreamt about this so many times, but never daring to do it to avoid you running away, waiting for the perfect moment, like this one! You’re in his house, all alone.

And oh god, it’s so much better than anything his feeble imagination could’ve come up with. It feels right to be against each other like this, can’t you feel it too?

Sure, maybe in his mind there was a lot less writhing and kicking from you, but he can adapt, he’ll just hold your wrists above your head to keep you in place.

When you finally give up fighting back, he then lets go, a thin line of saliva connecting you two once again. It’s like you never left him.

“You won’t be so brainless as to leave again this time, right?”

You can’t give him much of a response on account of the crying.

Just like when you were younger, Hugo entwines his hand in yours, holding you close to his chest, shushing you. There, there, it’ll be okay, now that he’s with you.

You think you remember a time in your life where you desperately tried to get him to smile, you imagined that it would look nice on his face and told him as much. Certainly a good change from his usual stoicism. But now that he’s giving you one, you’re less ecstatic than your younger self thought you would be.

“We’re going to be together forever. It’s your destiny.” Smiling softly, he wraps his arms around your waist.

You get the feeling you should’ve never befriended Vivian Hugo.

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𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ your bf hugo is undoubtedly your biggest fan—especially during comeback season | part i

there has been rumors… yes, even amongst the most die-hard fans of arsenal, there is gossip; in particular, speculations have risen regarding the superstar mid-fielder vivien hugo and if he is currently dating someone—?

the signs are there, clearly.

it started off with hugo posting himself. if you take a good analysis of his instagram profile, he mostly posts about his football wins (obviously), and the only pictures he really takes of himself ever are if he’s holding trophies or if he’s with his friends…

but now?

he’s posting himself more… boldly. it began with simple selfies of his outfits with questionably specific songs (that seem to be the exact same songs you’ve mentioned on weverse live before but wtv). then it led to more thirst-trappy type of pics.

not that any arsenal fans would mind though (he’s hot as fuck).

however, hugo began smiling more on the pitch and in interviews, he began liking more kpop related content… so of course people are going to assume.

then a blurry paparazzi picture of vivien and julién strolling about paris, where vivien is clearly calling someone. and in the pictures, it’s evident he has a photo of someone on the back of his phone case !!! maybe he’s just a devoted boyfriend or something…

that accident of when he followed that 3XCEL’s leader and vocalist already left the impression on fans that he is either a supportive boyfriend or is just a k-pop fan… and it’s both.

especially during comeback season.

“you’re more antsy than i am… and i knew them first!” charles and julién couldn’t believe it. what they thought was a regular hangout at hugo’s place to probably watch movies and chill turned into something worse. they had to stream farm. well why else were they instructed by hugo to bring their laptops and tablets if not to do that?

“yes, but this is important for my y/n’s music show.” hugo was adament. you had already told him you couldn’t see him for the next month or so, and of course being away from you for so long, he had to support you in another way. so there, hugo had his phone and work phone, his tablet, laptop, and two tvs tuned in for the livestream awaiting the music video dropping for the lead single of your mini album.

“oh my gosh her vocals are incredible! my lovely girl is doing amazing!” — “dude, they’re not even at the chorus yet…”

he’s supportive; amongst all the angsty, broody character he gives to other people, he can be a real geek. but he means well. vivien really does love you a lot.

you are his destiny after all… which is why he took the first flight to korea from london (since he’s still practicing for a friendly match against manshine united, but if it’s for you, he doesn’t care) in order to see your comeback stage and purposefully sat in the front to cheer for you the loudest.

even with his “disguise” of a black face mask and arsenal baseball cap, vivien’s usually deep voice was still heard quite well on the videos of the stage… he was still undoubtedly identifiable as vivien hugo the footballer… and offficially, vivien hugo, the boyfriend of a 3XCEL member.

its a given that the paparazzi should be taking a lot of photos of their stars—and when they saw mr. vivien hugo of arsenal proudly wearing some of the merch of your group while he was holding a pick with your face on it and your lightstick on the other hand, of course they had to take a picture.

and obviously that photo was going to be circulating around twitter for the next few weeks or so… resulting in fan-made photo cards being made of him alongside yours <3

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i’m so fluffy hugo pilled rn nyehehehe idk why i keep writing kpop x hugo but i’ll be doing more of that but in some real shit tho i just type shit so uh if this isn’t good i’m sawry

masterlist <3

[chiffonbunni]

jealousy does look good on them ! ۶ৎ

꒰ summary ꒱; blue lock boys get jealous and decide to fuck their feelings out on you ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა

꒰ content ꒱; 18+, they're mean, afab!reader, lots of smut

꒰ featuring ꒱; sae itoshi, rin itoshi, shidou ryusei, bunny iglesias, michael kaiser, vivian hugo, nagi seishiro, alexis ness

requested !

• sae itoshi

"you're getting off on this, aren't you? huh? such a filthy girl."

his grip on your hair is firm, tugging it back to look you in the eye as he slammed into you ruthlessly. "look at me when i talk to you."

"smiling so hard, seeing the one person i hate the most? you like him that much, 's that it?" he snaps his hips against yours at a brutal pace, the sole thought of the moment pissing him off to no extent.

"t-too fuckin' bad, you're mine and it'll stay that way, won't it?" he rasps, ensuring eye contact between the both of you, despite your eyes being glazed over from tears. "y-yes, yes, 'm yours!" you barely gasp out, feeling him loosen the grip on your locks to steady your hips, satisfied with your current state.

the sight of your pretty, tear-streaked face doesn't elicit pity from him. if anything, it makes him scoff in mild annoyance.

"g-gonna cum, s-saeee!" "not yet, are you," he brings his movements to a halt, relishing in the soft, frustrated whine you'd managed.

"say you're sorry, that you won't even look his way again." "i-i- h-hnghh, won't, everr!" you slur, your bottom lip quivering in relief as he nods curtly, granting you permission.

"good. i believe you'll keep your word."

• rin itoshi

rin was annoyed, to say the least, but he didn't let that disdain show until the both of you were tangled in the sheets. he'd pinned your wrists on either side of your shoulders as he used his agonizingly long stamina on you.

you'd lost track of how many times you came, and you didn't even know the reason why he was so upset! (kinda...)

"r-rinn, p-please, s-slow down!" you whine, powerless under him.

he'd pushed you into the meanest mating press, due to your inability to even raise your legs anymore.

"y-you can take it," he grumbles, voice low. every set of thrusts is somehow quicker than the last, despite how long the both of you have been fucking like bunnies.

he stretches your legs apart further to hit all your sweetest spots, your heavy, unfocused eyes rolling upward as your nth climax of the night took over.

you were past the stage counting was a possibility by now, the only thing your brain processed being the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

"w-why are you even- a-hahhh- m-mad, rinn-" he shuts you up with a harsh pinch on your nipple.

"y-you know damn well, don't act so innocent." "i-i don't," you plead, the sound reduced to a soft mewl when he softly flicks a thumb over your hardened bud.

"uh-huh. does it look like i care? shut up and take it like a good girl."

• shidou ryusei

"a-ah, f-fuck, c'mon, thought you knew better than that, n/n~" he drawls, stuffing you full of his girth, fixated on the sight of the milky ring of cum around the base of his cock from the uncountable amount of times he's made you cum.

"h-haah, b-better than what? mhh, did i do something-" "you know damn well, don't act like an angel," he hisses, landing a sharp slap on your already quivering cunt.

"but s-shit, it's hard to stay mad at you when your pussy's clenchin' around my cock this hard, baby," he growls, quickening his pace only to slow back down when you're right on edge, all to watch the delicious ways your face would contour in pleasure, then frustration, then desperation.

"oh, you wanna cum, d'ya?" he coos, playing with your mush-filled head. you could barely form a coherent sentence, all you were able to do was nod feverishly. "mmhm, p-pleasee, ryu!"

you scratch deep crimson marks on his muscular back to ground yourself when he picks up the pace yet again.

you fail to catch the cunning grin curving his lips. "you're gonna cum as many times as i ask you to now, m'kay?" "n-noo, i'm sorryy," you beg, writhing beneath him.

he holds you down, sighing a soft sound of dissatisfaction.

"you say that but look at how your pretty girl's reacting," he muses, hinting at how your cunt dripped like a leaky faucet.

"been such a slut, you can keep up with me, can't ya?"

• bunny iglesias

"uh-uh," he tuts, prying your thighs apart after you'd tried to clamp them shut, the overstimulation overriding any other sensation you were feeling.

"s'too- hic -much, b-bunnyy," you sob, your voice long since a wavering mess.

"mm-mm, you know the deal, bebé. you smiled at him six times, so you're gonna have to cum six times tonight, mhm?" he muses, licking a stripe over your sopping pussy, hands digging into the supple flesh of your thighs.

"i-it wasn't- aah, even l-like that!" you repeat for the millionth time, a hopeless effort, your voice wavering as he flicks his tongue against your soaked folds.

"that's too bad then. just four more times, c'mon." he rubs soothing circles onto your skin, a harsh contrast to how rough his mouth is on your leaking core.

you try to protest once again, yet all your possible words are reduced to nothing more than breathy moans as he sticks his tongue deeper in, his nose grazing your aching cunt with every movement.

"so sensitive," he murmurs against you, sticking two fingers in for good measure, watching slick drip from it as he curls it against your sweet spot with practised precision.

"hnmpp, bunny, ohmygod, g'nna cum," you whine, fingers threading through his already tousled hair, tugging on it.

"yeah, cum for me, cariño."

after you do, he gets up, a soft sigh falling from his lips as he reaches for his belt, unbuckling the clasp.

"three more."

• michael kaiser

"poor thing, you just can't shut up, hm?" he near growls, pounding into you, the bed creaking with every movement.

your face was smushed against the pillow beneath, most likely leaving a trail of drool and tears behind from how dumb he's fucking you.

"mmh- m-micha, i-im hic s-sorry!" "sorry for what?" "for-" he picks up the pace, landing a harsh smack against your ass, forcing a sharp whimper out of you.

"oh? looks like i can't hear you. you don't sound very sorry, schatzi," he sneers, his tone one of faux pity.

"since you can't seem to stick to one guy, lemme stuff you full 'n remind you who you belong to, uh-huh?" he groans, not letting up with each and every thrust.

"i-it- was just- aah!, a hug," you swear, a frantic attempt to have him take you gentler.

"y-yeah, a hug he didn't fuckin' deserve," he rasps, voice laced with venom, recalling how the asshole stared at you.

you raise your head to try and catch a glimpse of his expression, but you're met with his harsh grip keeping your face buried in the plush cotton, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he raises your leg over his shoulder to angle himself deeper.

you can barely move, let alone continue whining against the pleasure mixing with pain, a sardonic chuckle slipping out of him at the sight. seeing tears spill from your pleading eyes only heightens the need he's feeling to absolutely ruin you.

"don't bother trying to save yourself. i'll stop whenever i please, got that?"

• vivian hugo

you're sat on his lap, squirming as you hold back the urges plaguing you to move.

he has you cockwarming him while he scrolls through every comment on your recent social media post. "hm, how're you gonna respond to this one, chérie?" he questions, forcing you to type out a half-assed rejection to degenerates commenting on your face or your body.

"i don't see why you allow this. i'm right here, and i can shower you in all the compliments you need," he states, bluntly, dark eyes staring into yours, discontented.

"'s not m-my fault," you retort, shuddering at the feeling of his warm length practically splitting you open, your body screaming at you to roll your hips against his hard-on just once.

"i know, but it's sad to see they think they have a chance."

he shifts in his seat, forcing his dick even deeper into your already stretched cunt, forcing a sharp hitch in your breath.

"v-vivi, can i p-please move-" "not until you reply to every single one."

he steadies his firm grip on your hips, his touch tantalizingly teasing and it pulls an exasperated scoff from you, irritated at his logic. "cumm'on, t's not my faul-"

he uses his raw strength and lifts you gently, forcing you to bounce on his thick girth, a faint smirk creeping onto his lips at how easily he'd shut you up. "h-haah, viviaann," you squeal, embarrassed at both the position and how quick you were about to reach your climax.

"can't jus' wait," he hisses, his lip caught between his teeth as he processes the pleasure of you sinking down on him, still ensuring you were in a comfortable position.

"fine, bounce on my dick all you want, needy thing."

and he scoffs upon seeing it firsthand, how lewd the act is. your pretty tits bouncing as you stifle your adorable mewls at how much of a struggle it is to have him fill you up fully.

just like it wasn't your fault you were gaining attention from creeps, it wasn't his fault he was so damn big!

• nagi seishiro

you end up sucking nagi off in a feeble attempt to get him to forgive you.

you gag around his sheer length the first time he's all the way in. apart from his length, how thick it was was a whole other issue.

tears prick at the edges of your crinkled eyes and although he seems unfazed as he watches you, you can tell he finds it hilarious from the subtle quirk tugging at a corner of his mouth.

he stared as if you were some leisurely sight he'd see walking across a street a random monday— it was so demeaning!

"c-can't y'take me deeper, baby?" he teases, thumb slipping beneath your jawline to trace along it tenderly.

you can only muster a muffled hum, shaking your head desperately, eyes squeezed shut at the pressure of his tip against your throat, prompting a tear to run down your cheek.

not too long after, you have his cum messily coating your pretty lips and your throat sore from the amount of times his leaky tip pressed flush against it.

you release his member from the warm walls of your mouth with a distinct 'pop!', insisting you can't take any more, batting your tear-ridden lashes up at him, assuming he'll take pity on you.

until he buries his fingers in your hair, forcing your head back down to take all of him again, showing you no mercy.

you can only whine, aware he wouldn't let you pull away no matter how hard you cried or begged.

he thrusts his cock in and out of your hollowed cheeks, low grunts slipping past his lips.

"don'care, y-you're mine, i'll do whatever i wan' with you."

eventually, he does end up forgiving you, for the sole reason you'd gave him a titjob, giving him the chance to marvel in his deepest fantasies.

"l-like this, s-sei?" "mhhm, j-just like that," he murmurs, thoroughly mesmerised.

• alexis ness

he's jerking off with you in front of him, having forced you to play with your pussy without lending you a hand, knowing it'd frustrate you.

breathy groans fall past his lips, accompanied by the tiniest whimpers every time he flicks his thumb over his drooling tip.

"f-faster," he urges, not missing a second of the glint of annoyance showing in your eyes, unwillingly speeding up. the sensation barely got to you anymore, well aware if the fingers were his much larger ones instead you'd come much easier.

"i-i don't under- nghh, -stand, l-lex- why can't we jus' f-fuck?" you mutter. it was a measly attempt to seem innocent, but both of you knew what you'd done.

"b-because, s-sweetheart, that'd be- hngh! g-giving you what you want- 'n-" he pauses, breath hitching as he closes in on his release, bottom lip caught between his teeth, gnawing on it harshly as he attempts to muffle his sounds. "-n you've been a bad girl today, haven't you?"

even after he's splurt his cum all over your face, painting it such a pretty picture, you still seem oh so unimpressed.

it makes his jaw clench, how bratty you're acting. here he is, trying his hardest to stay somewhat sane with you in front of him, licking his seed clean off of your lips, yet you dare act naive?

he tugs you up roughly, pressing you up against the nearest wall, shoving his fingers deep into your aching slick with a lack of warning, pulling a sharp whine from you.

he curls them just right, then pulls away the second you dare try cum. he repeats the process until you're reduced to nothing but desperate pleads and whines, a sadistic smile growing on his lips with each and every one.

"not yet, lovely," he taunts, his voice sickeningly sweet. "i-it's been- sniff, -s-so long, p-pleaasee!"

"not till you learn to obey, mhm?"

© chiffonbunni

a/n: i'm so sleepy i just needed to get something out, i hope this is delicious enough, lovelies ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

[yayamrata]

❝ SWITCHIN' LOCKSCREENS LIKE MY HOES ❞

michael kaiser whose screentime increases astronomically after discovering pinterest for the first time.

tooth-rotting fluff, silly misunderstandings, technologically inept kaiser, kaiser being a cute little kitten for 2.2k words (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ).

There's something strange going on with Kaiser.

You can't exactly put a finger on it, on the leading cause behind his odd behaviour, but you're absolutely certain about it— that he's keeping some kind of dodgy secret from you.

For one, he's been waking up later and less groggier than usual.

Well, granted, he's always waking up late, but it's the latter that really spikes your interest. Normally, whenever the man woke up to red rimmed and sunken eyes, a gaunt complexion and bed hair that looked like it's been dragged through the jungle and back, he's never failed to be in a foul fucking mood.

And thus, the lack of it, of his bitchiness, was raising some questions…

But more than that, however, he's even been spending more time on the toilet!

Again, something that isn't new to you considering how he's always had a bad history with constipation, but still!

Isn't someone dealing with the discomfort of constipation supposed to at least throw a fit in their bout of frustration?!

But— but that hasn't been the case at all!

If anything, he's been so much calmer.

Calmer!

Him, Michael Kaiser, the man whose fury rivalled that of Zeus himself being calm?!

Outrageous, right?!

You just couldn't wrap your head around it no matter how hard you tried to.

What the hell is it that's been putting him in such a jolly good mood?

It surely wasn't your ass responsible for this, you haven't been doing anything different with him as far as you can remember, and if it wasn't you…

If it wasn't you, then, who was it…?

"…."

God, it almost feels like you're going insane, drawing vivid conclusions without consulting him first, but were you really to blame here?

The evidence was basically all there, staring at you right in the goddamn face!

How lately, he's always wearing his blue light glasses around the house and how he's constantly hogging the charger for himself, as if recurrently in front of a screen, perhaps, texting some random chick behind your back…!

Your baseless thoughts were practically confirmed as well, when you'd tried to take sneak a quick peek at his phone during one of his ridiculously long shitting sessions, only to find that he'd taken his phone with him to the bathroom.

To the bathroom!!

Sure, most people had their phone accompany them to cure their boredom while they took shit, but in your case, everything was starting to add up!

It was just so blatantly obvious, and you'd only be a foolish moron to deny it further, to deny what he was trying so desperately hard to hide from you.

"Hey." His voice, dry and relaxed, snaps you out of your spiralling thoughts, pulling you back to reality by the taut thread your sanity was clinging to. "I'll be back later, yeah?"

You don't grace him with a verbal response, barely guarding him with a stare of acknowledgement as he stands across from you by the apartment door, waiting for your usual farewells and wishes of safe returns.

"[Name]?"

Kaiser sounds uncertain as he addresses you, and you're not sure what spurs your destructive curiosity, whether it's that last bit of confirmation you need before confronting him, or some innate desperation that blooms after hearing the slight waver in his tone, but you seek it out for yourself.

"Can I— uh, can I check your phone..?"

The silence that ensues has your pulse falter and your heart flatline.

You're positively sure your nervous system's shutting down too, the dread from the sudden stillness entirely to blame for the way your stomach lurches to your congesting throat. There's even a tremble in your hands as you press them close to your side, hoping to contain the fear that overwhelms you.

If he refuses, then he's definitely hiding something… If he doesn't want me seeing his phone, then he's definitely—

"Sure."

"Huh?"

The noise of your confusion is almost comical as you raise your head with alarm, your earlier fright seemingly for nothing when the sight of his phone greets you teasingly.

"My phone?" He tilts his head jadedly, not at all bothered by what any normal person would be bothered by.

"…uh, thanks." You take it from him with mild hesitation, fingers briefly brushing against his warmer ones during the exchange.

What the hell? He just gave it to me? No questions asked…? No! He just wants me to think that way! This calculating bastard's probably deleted all the evidence!

You huff mockingly, guarding him with a glare of growing suspicion, something he doesn't pay attention to, not when he's too busy yawning away the fatigue from his lack of sleep doing God knows what at the heinous hour of dawn.

The phone almost feels like a ticking time bomb in your hands, and perhaps it is, considering how you were about to find some real sketchy shit on it. A moment passes as you calm your haywire nerves with quiet breaths, then, you're switching his phone on, gulping cautiously as the screen lit up with a… horribly pixelated image of a puddle?

Huh?

Your puzzlement barely lasts a second, not when the phone just unlocks by itself, without you having to input a code or anything into it.

"…."

This- this idiot doesn't have a password on his phone?!

"You… you don't have a password on your phone..?" The utter disbelief in your tone goes ignored by the athlete.

He only blinks at you owlishly, brow raising with genuine confusion. "Do I need one?"

"I mean," you exhale deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose with unbridled bewilderment, questioning how nobody's tried to steal his phone yet, "most people have one…"

"Oh," Kaiser hums deeply, like he's considering your words for a brief minute before shrugging them off carelessly. "It's not like there's anything important on it."

I'll see that for myself, alright!? Hmph! Only people with things to hide say stuff like that…

You glance at him dubiously, before your gaze falls back on his unlocked phone with beguiled intent, your brows furrowing in thought as you internally debated your options.

I'd like to see his messages… but maybe it's better if I just check his screen time instead..?

And you do just that, your fingers move with the expertise of a veteran, pulling up his settings app to check his screen time, a stat that greets you in its full glory.

Twelve- TWELVE FUCKING HOURS ON WEB BROWSER??? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING ON IT FOR SO LONG???!!

Your eyes near bulge out of their sockets at the number, before you rub at them furiously, hoping the comical endeavour clears your vision of the bullshit you're hallucinating. But instead of it reducing to a more appropriate number like you'd quietly expected, the absurd double digits remain, large and mocking as they stare back at you with mirth.

"Oi- oi…!" Your finger trembles against yourself as you point to the screen accusingly, tapping on it frantically to get his attention. "Explain!"

"Oh." He offers no further explanation, only scratching his head in response, none the wiser to your skyrocketing concerns. "Uh, well, I found this website and can't seem to get off it."

"Website!?" You repeat, your mind flying a mile a minute as he nods noncommittally, a gesture that has dread pool in your stomach.

A website??? And he can't get off it?? Oh my God- don't tell me, it's—

"P-porn hub?!"

"Pinterest."

"Huh."

"What."

"…."

The silence is unbearably loud, and you nearly shit yourself when he guards you with a look of mild offence, clearly felling very insulted by your baseless accusation.

"What did you just say?" His brow arches as he guards you with disbelief, looking a minute away from decking the life out of you.

"….Haha! P-pinterest!" You try to collect yourself, hoping he drops the subject before you explode into a pile of mush from humiliation. "Pinterest, huh?"

"…yeah." Kaiser eventually gets the hint and lets the topic go, giving up on trying to figure out whatever bullshit of a misunderstanding you ended up conjuring with your vivid imagination — a trait he was rather fond of.

You can only grin with relief when he doesn't inquire further about your ridiculous thoughts, though the relief is only momentary, for the reminder of his screentime resurfaces, urging you to investigate further. "But what about your screentime?! Why the hell is it at twelve fucking hours?!"

"Well, they have lots of pretty pictures," he admits quietly, fiddling with the ends of his bangs as he tried explaining his reasoning behind that absurd screentime. "It takes me a while to decide which to have as my wallpaper."

"Wallpaper?" You perk up, that explained his odd wallpaper you couldn't help cringe at earlier, it was so badly grainy and blurry, you thought you'd end up suffering an aneurysm.

"Yeah, look." He says, taking the phone from you while keeping it in your line of sight as he pressed on the screen a couple of times to open the website.

"If I click on this pretty picture, I can screenshot it and have it as my wallpaper." He talks you through each step, following along with them as he presents to you the abomination of a pixilated wallpaper he foolishly thought was pretty. "Helps calm me down when I look at it after some idiot's pissed me off."

Kaiser throws you a smug grin, feeling prideful for finally being able to teach you something 'techy' when it was usually him being the technologically inept boomer. You have to resist the disrespectful urge to scoff in his face when he keeps glancing at you with a puppy-ish glint in his eyes, searching for you approval and compliments.

"That's not… sigh, that's not how you use pinterest." You nearly roll your eyes with distaste, snatching the phone away from him to show him how it's really done. "You have to download the app first."

"There's- there's an app…?" He looks distraught at your comment, complexion comically paling with horror as the earlier aura of cockiness surrounding him wilted in an instant at your bluntness.

"Yes, and you can just download the images while keeping its resolution instead of taking screenshots."

"Huh?" The guy doesn't follow, his spinning expression a telling sign of his growing confusion.

You can only sigh while shaking your head, it looked like he had a lot to learn, and given how he was already running late to practice, a few more minutes spent on teaching him how to use the software wouldn't hurt.

"Sit down," you fall to the ground with a huff, tapping the space beside you for him to follow along, something he does immediately with no complaints. "I'll teach you."

And that's exactly how your crash course on 'Beginners Tutorial For Using Pinterest Like a Pro, No Glue, No Borax' shortly began. You taught him how to navigate around the app, how to make boards and how to pin certain posts into those categorised boards, while also teaching him the correct way to download images instead of whatever abomination he thought was right.

"It looks prettier…" Kaiser admits reluctantly, eyes bright with awe as he admired the resolution of his new wallpaper, something he always struggled to achieve with his pathetic screenshots.

"Right?" It's your turn to be smug now as you guard him with a humoured grin, finding immense delight in his quiet joy.

"Yeah." He nods softly, the tufts of his hair bouncing along in agreement, a sight that has your heart clench.

You stare at him for a little while longer, quietly endeared by his boyish wonder, before pulling your own phone out and holding it up proudly in his line of sight. "But not as pretty as my wallpaper!"

"Hm?" Kaiser looks up with mild curiosity, pretty blue eyes landing on the way your screen lit up with an image of himself. "It's me…"

"Yep!" You cheer, before tapping on the screen relentlessly, the lockscreen changing to different candid pictures of him that you must've taken when he was too distracted to notice.

"…oh." He offers no further response, or rather, he's unable to even think of one, the flush on the tip of his nose a telling sign of his quaint shyness.

There's silence following your quiet show of affection, filled with warmth and tenderness, a moment that lasts for a short while, until it's later disturbed by Kaiser who finally gains his senses.

His gaze is fixed intently on his phone, tapping away at it with the concentration of a scholar and the speed of a grandma, before he shoves it right in your face with a prideful huff.

You squint, pulling back and gently taking the device from him to see what he desperately wanted to show you. It's his wallpaper, but instead of it being an image of the aesthetic puddle you helped him find earlier on pinterest, it was a selfie of the two of you. One you'd absentmindedly taken during one of your many trips to the library down the neighbourhood.

It was a horrible composition, zoomed in awkwardly on your face and blurry to boot, but… but it was sort of cute… if you were as blind as a bat and grew up around dis-formed behemoths.

"Mine's…" He starts off competitively, head turning away from you with growing embarrassment as his voice cracked ungainly, "…prettier."

"…."

Ah, to think this easily flustered guy was the same guy you'd thought as unfaithful… shame on me.

the thought of my angel listening to audio books as he scrolls on pinterest 🥹🥹

anyway i told two close friends that kaiser likes to have pretty wallpapers bc it helps calm him down, one of them said "omg he has a pic of ur face on it" 🥹🥹🥹✌️, and the other said he needs therapy 😡😡😡. now which of the two do you think has been subject to my kaiser rants for longer?

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#1 fan!

// vivien hugo x fem! reader

syn: only blue lock could find a way to make money of your miserable appearance... and only hugo could be your most dedicated stan.

wc: 2329

cw: buratsuta, a few su/cide jokes, 1 murder joke, fat/ugly jokes about buratsuta

notes: fem pronouns / fluff / no y/n used / ooc hugo / miscommunication-ish / they're both still stupid your honor / hugo is crazy mentally

a/n: brazil losing the match pmo so bad (im only annoyed at the br team norway did well) i started writing this / also nothing about this is realistic in the slightest i just thought it would be funny

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wow, that was a good nap, was the first thing you thought when you woke up. as your senses slowly came back to you, you realised that you weren't in the cafeteria like you clearly remember being. no, you were somehow in your room.

when you stumbled out of bed and looked at the time on your phone, you nearly fainted. you clearly remember it was 9pm, so how is it now 9am?! and if the time wasn't enough, the sunlight peeking through the blinds was undeniable proof. how did you sleep for 12 hours?

in the midst of your confusion, the door opens, making you flinch. anri's distinctive pinkish-orange hair appears, and her face is a mixture of what you can only describe as pity and nerves. her expression brightens up slightly when she notices that you're awake, flicking the light on, blinding you.

"good morning!" she greets cheerily, closing the door. you mumble a morning back, rubbing your eyes. "did you have a good sleep?"

"mm, but how did i get to my room…? i thought i was in the cafeteria…" anri visibly stiffens up at your question, her smile fully nervous.

"well, you see… you fell asleep there, and…" she hesitates to continue despite you looking at her inquisitively, urging her to continue. with a wince, she looks away from your face, and says: "vivien hugo found you first, and ended up carrying you to your room. i was the one who brought him here, of course… we tried to wake you up, but you weren't budging at all! …besides, you've been working especially hard these days, so i thought it was good for you to get some rest…"

her explanation grows more frantic with every word, while sounding like she was trying to justify what happened. what you were really stuck on was that hugo carried you back. hugo. vivien hugo. that hugo?

"vivien… hugo? the one from france?" you blurt, eyes looking down to the shirt on your body. the iconic deep blue of france stares right back at you.

anri tilts her head to the side, now able to look back at you, expression morphed into one of confusion. "there's only one vivien hugo…"

you flop back onto the bed and shove your face into the pillow. you were going to die of embarrassment.

"anri, please tell me you're pulling my leg." your plea comes out muffled, but even you know that she wouldn't joke about something like that. it just sounds so absurd that your mind is in a deep state of denial.

"why would i joke about that…" the confusion in her voice is palpable, as the weight of the shirt only feels heavier on your body.

"but why was he still here that late? shouldn't he have gone back to his hotel already?" you're trying desperately to find gaps in the story, worse than grasping at straws, you were trying to grasp at microfibers. as expected, it only serves to keep you company as you sink further into disbelief.

"he said he was reviewing footage and lost track of time, i called him a taxi after he brought you back." she explains, effectively crumbling any plausible explanation you held onto. your body and face practically burns with embarrassment.

"anri, should i just kill myself?" your expression is bleak as you sit back up, your thoughts even more so. her jaw drops as she cries in shock, taking your hands in hers in record speed while her head shakes left and right in such quick succession that you were starting to think that she might get whiplash.

"it's not that bad, really! please don't say those kinds of things!!!"

as it turns out, it is that bad, really. for an entirely different reason.

capitalism is a contagious virus that must be eradicated, is what your solemn thoughts settle on after hearing what buratsuta had to say. as per usual, they were anything but pleasant let alone meaningful, but this time in particular did you really think that you should consider becoming a philosopher or a writer instead, what with all the novel ways you were coming up with to insult him and by extension the JFU. truly, you underestimated the value of language, sentence structure, and the myriad of words at your disposal. all you're missing is a dictionary to expand your vocabulary.

"—and that's why, to capitalise off the world cup being held in japan, we've decided to make you into a limited edition plush keychain!" his annoyingly stupid voice says, fat finger pointing at you while he grins using the face not even his mother could love to introduce the plush hanging from his finger. a flashing thought of buratsuta is an monument of all that is wrong with japanese football, and japan as a society, disappears as quickly as it forms.

the plush's face has a visibly downturn expression, brows knitted in worry. honestly, it looked like it was about to burst into tears. you would too if buratsuta was holding you like that. in its right hand was a miniature clipboard. they've managed to get most of your features right, you'll give them credit for that.

"um." you're genuinely speechless. first, you woke up having magically teleported to your room from the cafeteria, only to find out that the one guy who you are inexplicably afraid of was said teleportation. then, you're told that you have been made into a limited edition merchandise in hopes of boosting sales, without your consent! surely they could have made sae, someone with heaps more fans and fame, into one instead of you?!

"we have already made 100 copies of it, and announced it since last week. it will only be up for sale for as long as the stock doesn't run out, and if it finishes quickly, we'll make more!" buratsuta eagerly explains to the audience consisting of only you, ego, and anri. neither of you looked like you wanted nor consented to being here.

"doesn't that defeat the purpose of it being limited, though…?" you mumble more to yourself, your brain about four hours behind. it would've been better if you just stayed asleep forever.

"that's why we can make more variations of you, each limited edition! and because it's limited edition, we can even double the price!" his eyes are practically dollar signs with the way he's speaking, and you can't help but cringe. why was he speaking about you like you were only a piece of merchandise…

you can vaguely hear anri arguing with buratsuta, but you're sincerely thinking about retirement from this field of work. the paycheck is not all it's cracked up to be, there's no pride to be spoken of, hell, there's no life to be even thought of.

"at least give me a cut of the sales," you sigh, head in your hands. anri makes a sound of agreement, and you're sure ego couldn't care less.

"of course! 5%!"

forget killing yourself, you should kill buratsuta instead.

there was an interesting post hugo saw the other day, during his monthly instagram doomscroll. it's not something he's proud of, but at least it only happens once a month. this time however, is perhaps the first time he has ever felt grateful for doomscrolling.

hugo came upon a post from the japanese football union, an announcement for the new release of world cup exclusive merchandise. at first, hugo was going to scroll past. he's not into merchandise for himself, let alone of a completely foreign country. but just as his thumb was poised to flick, he noticed something, or rather, someone.

there was a plushie with familiar details. a shade of hair he sees often in his life and dreams these days, eyes he would know anywhere. the cherry on top was the little clipboard in their hand, and hugo knew in an instant that it was you. that pitiful, downturned expression grasped at his heartstrings immediately, and hugo knew that it was his civic duty to buy plushie you and give you a loving home.

all 100 of you.

otherwise, what kind of a suitor would he be if he didn't show his dedication to you? besides, it would be very motivating to see mini you by his bedside every morning, greeting him in lieu of the real you.

so he marks the date down on his reminders, and patiently counts the days until he can bring home the soft and fuzzy version of you.

and that's how hugo ends up arriving in front of the blue lock merchandise store, a few minutes after opening. he can already see you at the very front, words in japanese he can't read.

hugo's steps speed up ever so slightly, with half a mind to take one of the shopping baskets. he approaches the stand holding all 100 of you, and picks up one wrapped in plastic reverently.

quietly, he meticulously adds each one to his basket, arranging them neatly in rows. mentally, he counts each one. the price wasn't something he was concerned about, to say the least. that was a perk of being a famous footballer with a contract in a famous team. plus, it's not like he ever spends that money, anyway.

96, 97, 98, 99…

the empty shelf in front of hugo tells no lies. there was only 99 of you. he blinks and look back at the rows of plushie you, and then back at the empty shelves, and there's still none of you left. did he count wrong?

maybe he did, he tries to comfort himself. he'll have a second opportunity to do a headcount when he's paying. and if it really is true that one of you is missing, then he can ask the cashier. as the saying goes, faire d'une pierre deux coups, or kill two birds with one stone.

the lady at the counter greets him while he places his shopping basket on the counter. her eyes widen comically at the stacks of plushie you, and she looks hesitant to start scanning them.

"i'm sorry sir, but i have to ask, are you trying to re-sell these?" the earbuds translate her question, hugo shaking his head no in response. he takes his phone out of his pocket to open a translator app, typing his response swiftly.

no, it's a personal collection. i am a big fan of the character. his reply is a stark contrast to the lack of expression on his face, and it's clear as day that she doesn't believe him. however, she doesn't press on, instead starting to scan the mountain of plushies in his basket.

hugo's count starts again, eyes focused on each and every single plushie as they get taken out, scanned, and added to the bag, but just as before, his count stops at 99.

on his phone, he types again: do you know if someone bought the first one?

the cashier reads it and thinks for a moment as she types the price into the card reader. then, she nods.

"someone came in just before you did and bought the first one." she shows him the price, a whopping ¥594,000 not including tax, but hugo hardly bats an eye as he types in his pin. €3,200 was hardly anything if it was for and about you. (besides, he probably earns that within a few days, if not hours.)

hugo walks out of the store both elated and a little disappointed. he couldn't buy all of you, but he did get almost everyone. the next step is getting you, the real person.

(there's a viral post on twitter the next day, of a man that looks exactly like hugo photographed at the blue lock merchandise shop buying all the limited edition manager plushies. the caption is an angry, "who does this scalper think he is?!", but as time goes on, people are increasingly doubting whether he's a scalper or just a really rich, dedicated, and greedy fan.

some people point out that he looks awfully similar to vivien hugo, the football player, but others brush them off. but this quickly gains more attention when a photo of him walking to his training grounds the next day has your plushie dangling from a zipper on his training bag, safe in a little plastic cage.

charles and loki both side-eyed the new addition to his bag, one a lot more subtle than the other. charles asked if hugo could get him one, but hugo was uncharacteristically absentminded, too focused on patting your sad little face. and also wondering who managed to get the first plushie.

on the other side, buratsuta is ecstatic that you've sold so well despite being a nobody. you're scratching your head wondering who the hell would buy a dumb plushie of you, when you come across a photo of a european-looking man carrying a shopping basket full of those accursed plushies of you.

you squint as you bring your phone closer to your face, feeling an odd sense of familiarity at the burgundy-black hair. but from the side, you can hardly recognise a thing.

you're inclined to brush it off, after all, these past few days have been a lot, but then a second photo hits your timeline, this time undeniable proof that it is, in fact, hugo himself, plushie you securely placed inside the plastic cage attached to his bag.

to make things worse, basically everyone in blue lock had seen the viral tweet and sent it to you to ask if it was hugo.

as if that wasn't bad enough, you later saw a news article titled: "NEW GENERATION XI MEMBER VIVIEN HUGO SEEN BULK-BUYING BLUE LOCK MERCHANDISE?" with the picture of your plushie plastered right next to a blurry picture of hugo inside the store.

everyday you wake up is both a mistake and a new, unique horror made to torment you and only you.)

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