going crazy over the lack of posts about Nico Williams
so, could you write about Nico with something like him discovering that the reader is Brazilian and doing things to get her attention, posting videos of himself listening to music or commenting on singers like in that interview?
I'm from Brazil and I find it adorable how much he loves the country. Sorry for my bad english.
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Nico Williams x reader
an inside joke that started as a hear-me-out with your friends, which you tried to forget, resurfaces. this time, it’s the buzz of everyone’s phone.
content :: fluff, no smut, reader is brazilian, thats it (not proofread!)
a/n :: Hiiii, this is my first writing on tumblr🫣 & I loved this request!!! i was already starting a drabble but my idea wasn’t as good as yours so i trashed my initial one lolll. i’m not sure how you wanted the Reader to be, so I just made her kind of a well-known celebrity<3 Anyways, i had so much fun writing this, my only concern was accidentally making it inaccurate to how Nico would be irl. <333
It must’ve manifested into reality when you were joking with your friends. it started as a light-hearted joke when you saw the athlete on tv. “guys, imagine though, me and nico…” you giggled. your friends teased you about it, but you all knew deep down that some part of it could be possible. after all, you were pretty well known, not only in brazil, but worldwide. being the child of two a-list celebrities, you had adapted to the overwhelming lifestyle of constant perception from the media long ago. with the amount of pr you had, it wasn’t completely out of the question he’s at least came across you on social media.
“wait..” your friend said, turning her body around to inspect you slowly. “i kinda see it… and like, she’s famous enough… maybe he’s even seen her before. you’d be cute together!” she added before the entire room erupted in laughter. “whatever! you guys are just haters,” you said, burying your burning face in the throw pillow.
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a couple days later, you had completely forgotten about the conversation with your friends. maybe it was the embarrassment from it, but your brain had eradicated any thought of the spanish footballer from your mind.
it wasn’t until you woke up to a multitude of notifications one morning. though this was to be predicted, as every morning you would wake up to updates from your fanbase and friends, there was an unusually high number of notifications. after unlocking your phone, you quickly learned majority of the notifications were from your followers tagging you in a fan-edited video. clicking on it, you saw it wasn’t an edit of you, rather it was an edit of the man you had shown interest in three days prior. you never said anything publicly so how come they knew? unless..
the video was essentially a compilation of nico williams. more so, interviews that fed into the currently viral theory, that with enough context gathered, you concluded was surrounding the athlete’s thoughts on you. it’s apparent he’s taken a liking for different aspects that coincidentally align with you. more specifically, your nationality. in one clip, he’s seen dancing to a viral brazilian song after they’ve won the world cup. this of course made the internet go wild, given you’ve recently made it known that you’re brazilian. other videos follow of the boy telling interviewers his favorite music artists—which were artists from your country. logically, you’d brush it off; duh, he just has good taste. but a part of you couldn’t shake it off. in another clip, he’s interviewed after they’ve won the cup. the boy is asked about the rumors regarding him and you, and the legitimacy of it all. he shyly looks down and chuckles.
“so, nico,” the man starts. the two are seated at a table, which you assumed was from a podcast. “if you’ve been online recently, there has been a rumor that’s been spreading, do you know a little about that?” the interviewer mentions your name, which elicited a nervous laugh from nico. he quickly looked down, trying to hide his grin that was creeping up on him.
“uh,” he cleared his throat, fidgeting with his fingers, “yeah, i don’t really know how it got so big, i guess they saw that we looked good together,” he trailed off on the last half and couldn’t help but cover his mouth, making the man across from the table more curious.
“and could you confirm or deny it?”
“i mean…she’s a really lovely individual. i’d say she takes up more of my head than i want to admit.” he says, laughing to himself quietly. “um, but that’s all. i don’t even know if she is aware of my existence.”
obviously, this failed attempt at masking it doesn’t go unnoticed by the people. you, still in bed, stared at the ceiling. this cannot be real. you laughed at yourself for even caring this much. he’s more obsessed with you than you are with him!
the name and face now became more serious to you, as you scrolled through comment after comment of your followers’ speculations. stan culture never dies.
@ user: @ youruser i did notttt know Nico knew abt u!!!!
@ user: THE WAY HE LOOKS DOWN WHEN HER NAME IS BROUGHT UP ARE YOU KIDDINGGGG???
@ user: It’s so obvious he’s head over heels abt her who is this man fooling.😂
“there’s no way…” you mumbled to yourself as your eyes danced across the screen of your phone. your focus was bouncing back and forth from the words of each comment to the video that was still playing on loop, the audio now disregarded. to think that it was less than a week ago that you just mentioned the silly thought of him even acknowledging your existence to your friends. and now he’s (not so) openly admitting it to the public. you didn’t even bother to check the group chat. you already knew. but there was still so many questions. how did he even find out about you? and how were you supposed to go about this? though you have been in the public eye for years, having heard your name brought up on television unbeknownst to you still felt surreal. you chewed your nails, looking around your room for any sort of confirmation that you wouldn’t wake up from a dream any second now.
back on your fyp, it was the expected result. all media centered around you and him, which was funny, because even though you could understand the hype around the athlete, you couldn’t wrap your head around why anyone would put so much time into psycho-analyzing the smallest sign of interest in said person. you couldn’t believe how reactive the internet was to celebrities who, nonetheless, were just humans at the end of the day. but you had to admit, the attention is always a thrill. you let out a deep sigh, hoping there’ll be more to this. but knowing your fans, they’ll never the moment die out.
rin loves dicking you down in missionary. it’s not vanilla at all when he does it. he folds you in half like you’re a ragdoll, legs over his broad shoulders, and just pounds into you like he’s trying to break your pussy in. i swear he gets off on watching the way your stomach bulges every time his fat cock rams into you. his teal eyes don’t leave your face, watches every twitch of your pretty face every time he shoves his cock back in to the hilt. gentle sex with rin is rare, he fucks like he hates you. pounds your poor pussy until it’s raw and throbbing by the time he’s done. he sometimes spit on your tongue, calls you a slut <3, and still forces his cock deeper when you’re crying it’s too much. “look at me when i fuck you, don’t you dare look away,” he snarls, shoving his cock so deep your toes curl.
i’ll die on this hill. nagi loves cowgirl. he looks relaxed, all stretched out, hair messy in his face, but the way he makes you ride him? unreal. he doesn’t do any work—nah, he makes you do it. not because he didn’t wanna do the work (he tend to flip you over when you whine about your legs hurting) he just love seeing you fuck yourself on his cock. all pretty and messy just for him while moaning his name and crying about how big his cock feels in this position. but when he’s really determined to make you ride him—he holds you down on his cock, won’t let you lift up, just grinding your clit on his pubic bone till you’re sobbing. and the way he moans when your pussy flutters around him? low, breathy, hungry. “hahh, feels too good, pretty… keep goin’…” like he can’t be bothered but also can’t get enough. if you try to slow down, he suddenly grips your hips and bucks up hard, forcing his cock to drill into you so rough your tits are bouncing in his face. he’ll suck your nipples, groan into your chest, then pull back just to watch the way you cream on him.
sae in reverse cowgirl is just… ugh. it’s so obvious he doesn’t care about anything except watching his cock disappear inside you. he’s propped up, abs tight, hair sticking to his forehead, staring down at your ass bouncing like he’s watching porn made just for him. he doesn’t touch you at first—he lets you do the work, lets you show off. but then? he grabs your hips and just uses you. hips snapping up so hard you felt like he's trying to kill you with his dick, your moans cracking while he groans low, “yeah, that’s it. keep squeezing my cock like that.” he spreads your ass, spits on your hole, and grunt when you clench harder. his control is insane—he knows exactly how deep to go, how hard to slam, and he doesn’t stop till you’re shaking and creaming all over him. he doesn’t even blink—just stares at your cunt like it’s the only thing in the world that matters.
backshot king (cringe) kaiser fucks like he’s got something to prove—no other way to say it. hands gripping your waist so hard his veins are popping, blond hair sticking to his face, cock slamming into you so brutal you’re crawling up the sheets. he loves watching your ass cheeks jiggle, loves seeing your back arch prettily for him while taking his cock like a champ. “so fucking tight, meine liebe—shit—look at this pussy choking me.” his hips snap so sharp you’re crying into the mattress, but he just chuckles, pulling your head back by your hair so he can make you watch yourself in the mirror. “see that? see the way i fuck you? nobody fucks you like this but me.” his balls slap against you with every thrust, wet smacks echoing in the room, and he doesn’t stop even when you’re begging—no, he fucks you through your screams like it’s a challenge.
i feel like aiku loves mating press..... he’s huge, muscles flexing as he pins your knees to your chest, folding you in half like you’re just a doll made to be fucked. his fat cock slams in so deep you swear it’s rearranging your insides, the blunt head battering your cervix until you’re crying out his name. and he loves it—his sweat dripping onto your face as he grins, groaning, “fuck yeah, baby… look at this pretty pussy taking me in. fuuuck, feel that? i’m in you this deep.” he makes you watch while your stomach rises every time he drills into you, cock dragging out slow just so you feel the stretch before he slams it back in with bruising force. one hand keeps your wrists pinned, the other wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your moans break into gasps. he stare into your fucked out face, grinds his hips forward until your pussy gushes all over his shaft, then groans like he’s drunk on it. “shiiitt—that feels good, sweetheart. m gonna cum in this tight pussy, hm? take it all, need to fill you up.”
“shiiit, so fuckin’ tight baby.” bunny groaned as he sank into you, hands gripping your waist tightly, keeping you close as he urged himself deeper and deeper inside of you. “aah, bunny—not so deep!” you whined, nails digging into his biceps as he ignored your protests. “why? can’t handle this?” he asked. “or does that boyfriend of yours jus’ not show you enough love?”
“hnnn—no—!“ you cried, still adjusting to his size as he stretched you out. “look at you creamin’ around me already. clenchin’ so fuckin’ hard too.” he said, fingers rubbing circles on your clit as he pushed himself even deeper inside you. “this must be why he keeps you so close to him, yeah? this filthy pussy of yours?” he asked, pulling back and slamming himself back in with force. “aah—bunny! shit—mmnngh—“ you were already gushing all over him, and he barely started moving.
“already? guess someone wasn’t doing his job.” bunny mocked, running a hand up your body to wrap around your neck. “does he not touch you? poor thing, you must’ve been dying for it.” he smirked. “but don’t worry, i’ll fuck you reaaaal good. okay?”
he didn’t even wait for a response before he started rutting into you, driving into you repeatedly with a force that made you scream every time his blunt tip hit your deepest spot. the room was filled with such obscene noises — the sound of your pussy squelching, the wet slaps of skin, and the lewd moans that left your lips — it fuelled the fire even more.
bunny wasn’t even worried about sae, seeing you squirt all over the place — clear liquid wetting the sheets, white cream forming a ring around the base of his cock — it didn’t fucking matter anyway. all he cared about was the fact that his name was the only thing you were screaming, and that made him ecstatic. “i wonder what sae would think if he saw you like this.” bunny said, with a smug grin plastered on his face. “his precious little girlfriend, spreading her legs wide open for me.”
pushing your legs apart even more, he leaned in, chest to chest with you, sucking on your neck. “such a good slut for someone who’s taken.” he murmured, leaving a bruise behind. “should i let you go back to him like this?” you shook your head frantically at his question — whimpering — unsure whether it was out of fear or desperation. for bunny or sae, you didn’t know either.
“then i’ll fuck you ‘til you forget about him, okay?” he asked, once again ramming into you harshly without waiting for a response. “you’re mine now.” and by the time you were done, you weren’t even conscious anymore, passed out in his arms.
sae wasn’t too happy when he was called to pick you up, covered in love marks from a certain rabbit.
a blue lock x fem!reader smau ft. chigiri hyoma, karasu tabito, otoya eita.
SYNOPSIS. your rap career is starting to take the world by storm. with the release of your latest album, the JFU has invited you to perform at an up and coming soccer match. your best friends just so happen to be playing for the U20s, against another team called… blue lock?
(CW) INDULGING. smau & writing hybrid. takes place in regular bllk universe. a whole lot of banter. ‘suggestive’ comments. crude humor, kys/kms jokes.
PLAYLIST. les, childish gambino / ginger, brockhampton / friends, between friends / chanel, frank ocean / lose control, amaria / let me know, brent faiyaz / over, drake / use your heart, swv / love affair, umi
STATUS. ongoing : apply for taglist under this post
NOTES. i just really wanted to write this dynamic LOL. hope you guys enjoy as much as i did. consider reblogging or commenting if you enjoyed. thank you for reading !!!
after a lavish birthday dinner with his family, reo whisks you away on his private yacht for a night of whispered promises, daring teasing, and stolen moments that blur the line between pleasure and possession under the open sky.
Today was Reo’s birthday, and true to Mikage standards, it wasn’t just a celebration—it was a statement. The event was held in an opulent glass-walled venue overlooking the city skyline, the kind of place where crystal chandeliers threw shards of light across marble floors, and every guest had a glass of champagne in hand. His family was there in full force, as well as executives from the Mikage Corporation, and—of course—his friends from school and the football world.
And then there was you.
You stayed close to him all night, the vision of elegance in a gown that skimmed your curves just right, hiding beneath it a far more intimate gift: a set of lingerie you’d chosen weeks ago just for him. Every time his hand rested on your lower back or his gaze swept down your frame, you wondered if he could tell.
The hours passed in a swirl of polite conversations, laughter, and clinking glasses, but Reo’s attention kept drifting back to you—your smile, your hand brushing against his, the way you leaned in to whisper in his ear over the music. And while the party was grand, there was a spark in his eyes that said he had other plans for the night.
So, when the last toast had been made and the final guests had begun to drift toward the exit, he took your hand. “Come with me,” he murmured, not waiting for an answer before leading you out.
Instead of heading home, Reo took a slow, deliberate turn toward the pier. The city lights blurred behind you, fading into the quiet shimmer of the waterfront as the night air grew cooler and the scent of salt and seaweed filled your senses. The hum of the engine softened as he slowed, and there—docked like a jewel under the moonlight—was his yacht. Sleek, polished, and impossibly inviting.
Stepping aboard, the world outside seemed to dissolve. Gone were the flashing cameras, the polite smiles, and the eyes of countless onlookers. Here, it was just the two of you—the gentle rocking of the boat beneath your feet, the distant lapping of waves against the hull, and the faint, sultry music drifting from the onboard speakers.
Reo’s eyes immediately found yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You looked incredible tonight,” he said lowly, voice thick with something between amusement and desire. “I was distracted the whole damn dinner.”
You smiled, letting your fingers trail casually along the fabric of your gown as you leaned closer. “Distracted?” you teased, voice a whisper meant only for him. “I wonder why.”
His gaze flicked down, lingering on the subtle curves beneath your dress. You could feel his eyes drinking you in, the heat of his stare making your pulse quicken. You pressed a gentle hand against his thigh, the teasing touch deliberate, promising more.
“I’m wearing something special underneath,” you murmured, the words carrying a playful threat. “If you behave, maybe you’ll get a better look.”
Reo chuckled softly, his fingers tightening around your waist. “You’ve got me hooked already.”
With a confident ease, Reo took the helm, skillfully guiding the yacht out into the open water. The city’s glow shrank behind you, replaced by an endless canopy of stars glittering above. The only sounds were the steady engine’s purr, the whisper of the ocean breeze, and the soft music that wrapped around you like a secret promise.
The mood on the yacht shifted, thickening with a delicious tension that hummed between you like electricity. You settled into the plush lounge sofa, the gentle sway of the boat beneath you syncing with the slow, sultry beat of the music drifting from the speakers. The night was vast and private, an intimate cocoon meant just for the two of you.
Reo's eyes never left you as he guided the yacht to a secluded spot, anchoring it with practiced ease. He disappeared briefly below deck, only to reemerge and find you already lounging by the plush sofa, a glass of red wine cradled in your hand.
He smirked, voice low and gravelly. "Already getting comfortable, huh?"
You raised the glass in a mock toast. "I intend to make this night unforgettable."
His gaze flickered down your body, and you let your fingers trail along the silky fabric of your gown. Slowly, deliberately, you slid the straps off your shoulders, the dress falling open just enough to reveal the first glimpse of the lingerie beneath.
It was a rich, deep purple—the sheer lace leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The garters hugged your thighs like a promise, connecting to stockings that shimmered faintly in the low light. The bralette curved perfectly over your breasts, teasing just enough of your skin to make his breath hitch.
Reo sank back against the lounge, eyes dark and fixed on you. “You know how much I love that color on you.”
You gave a slow, teasing smile, letting the dress fall away completely, pooling at your feet. You stood, every inch aware of his gaze burning into you, and began to walk—slow and purposeful—along the length of the yacht’s lounge.
The music shifted, picking up a beat that was pure seduction, every note coaxing your movements. Your hips swayed in time with the rhythm, each step a silent promise.
You reached behind you, sliding your hands along the straps of the bralette. With a subtle tug, one strap slipped free, then the other, and the delicate lace piece slipped down your arms, leaving your breasts bare but for the sheer fabric that barely contained them.
Your fingers danced over your chest, teasing the sensitive peaks through the lace. You glanced over your shoulder, catching the way Reo’s pupils had darkened, the hunger unmistakable as his lips parted slightly.
“Feeling a little greedy tonight?” you purred, voice low and playful.
He swallowed hard, voice rough. “You have no idea.”
Your hands traced down your torso, teasing the smooth skin beneath the lace panties. Slowly, you bent at the waist, sliding your fingers beneath the waistband and easing the panties down your legs in a languid motion.
Then, with a mischievous grin, you balled the sheer fabric in your hand and, with perfect aim, tossed your panties toward him. They fluttered through the air and landed squarely on his face.
Reo’s surprised laugh broke the tension for a moment before his voice dropped back into a husky growl. “Bold move.”
You knelt beside him, fingers trailing along his jawline. “I’m just getting started.”
Only the garters and stockings remained, framing your legs with a sensual allure that made Reo’s breathing hitch and uneven. You took your time—slow, deliberate—letting him drink in every inch of your exposed skin, the delicate lace hugging your curves like a promise of what was to come. The teasing stretched on, a delicious tension building in the space between you, fraying the edges of his composure until it threatened to snap.
His hands twitched with frustration, aching to roam over you, but you stayed just out of reach, a coy smile playing at your lips. You leaned down close enough that your breath ghosted against his ear, your voice a silk-coated tease: “Patience, love. The best is yet to come.”
Your fingers slipped into your purse and pulled out a smooth silk scarf, the fabric cool and soft in contrast to the heated air surrounding you. You grabbed Reo’s wrist gently but firmly, guiding his hands behind his head with an almost regal authority. Wrapping the scarf around his wrists, you tied a neat bow, securing him in place.
“No touching, okay baby?” you murmured, your voice low and commanding, dripping with wicked promise.
His eyes darkened, raw need and want pooling there as he bit back a groan. Bound and vulnerable, yet utterly entranced by your every move, Reo swallowed hard, his pulse pounding visibly at his throat.
You slid onto his lap with slow, tantalizing grace, straddling him fully. The bare heat of your cunt pressed flush against the front of his pants, the friction between your slick folds and the hardness pressing eagerly beneath the thin fabric sending sparks straight through your core.
You rocked your hips gently at first, teasing, grinding ever so slightly to make him ache. The delicious contrast of your bare skin brushing against his clothed erection was enough to make your head spin.
Your hands curled over his broad shoulders as your lips parted, eyes locking with his in a silent challenge. You let your hips sway to the rhythm of the faint music still playing—a slow, hypnotic beat that matched the racing of your hearts. Each subtle movement coaxed a growl from deep in his chest.
Fingertips trailed down from his shoulders, to the nape of his neck, then back again as you teased yourself over him, feeling the maddening hardness beneath you growing with every pulse.
Your breath hitched, chest rising and falling rapidly as you began to roll your hips more deliberately, grinding harder against him, wetness soaking through the thin fabric of his pants, the slick heat of your arousal pressing directly against his skin.
The silk of your garters rubbed against his fingers, and you teased him further, slowly tracing your hands down your own body, squeezing your breasts through the sheer lace, pinching your nipples until they peaked hard, sending electric jolts of pleasure radiating through your entire frame.
Reo’s hands flexed uselessly against the scarf, his dark eyes smoldering with need, but you held all the power, your teasing driving him wild.
You arched your back, pressing your chest against his as you leaned in, lips ghosting over his jaw, your breath hot and ragged. You bit his earlobe gently before whispering, “You like watching me take control, don’t you?”
His answer was a rough groan that vibrated through your core, the sound sending a shiver of satisfaction down your spine.
With deliberate slowness, you began to speed up, your hips moving in languid circles, grinding harder and harder against him. Your cunt fluttered wildly, slick and swollen, pressing against the fabric of his pants as you rode him like a goddess, each movement a torment and a thrill.
The wet heat pooling between you coated him thoroughly, and you didn’t hold back—you let it soak through, staining his pants with your release as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave.
Your body shook, breath catching in ragged gasps as you spilled all over him, hips stuttering in frantic, desperate circles. The slick heat of your release soaked through his pants, hot and wet, pressing him even closer beneath you. You bit your lip hard, fighting to keep your moans trapped, lost in the overwhelming sensation pulsing through every nerve ending.
Reo’s mouth fell open in a guttural groan, muffled by the silk binding his hands, his dark eyes burning with worship and raw hunger as he watched you unravel on his lap. His pulse thudded visibly in his neck, the strain of restraint making him even more desperate, his entire body taut with need.
Slowly, teasingly, you reached down and untied the scarf from his wrists, freeing him at last. No sooner had his hands slipped loose than he flipped the control, pushing you back hard against the yacht’s leather sofa. The sudden dominance stole your breath, your heart pounding wildly in your chest.
His lips crashed against yours—rough, desperate—tongues tangling as his hands swept over your body, ripping your gown from your shoulders as he claimed you. His formal coat was already discarded, leaving him clad in just a crisp white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to reveal strong forearms, and dark slacks that now felt too confining.
He growled low, dragging kisses down your jaw to your throat, nibbling and sucking with fierce need. “You’re so wet for me already,” he murmured between rough kisses, fingers skimming over your slick folds through the thin lace of your garters, sending sparks flickering through your core.
Reo’s hand slipped under your garter belt, grazing your bare thigh as he slowly, deliberately sank into you with a deep, slow thrust that stole your breath. The tight heat around him was like a warm fire, clinging and pulsing in welcome. Every inch of him pressed inside, and the weight, the fullness of his length inside your slick warmth made your knees weak.
“Fuck, you feel so perfect,” he groaned, his hips rolling with slow, powerful strokes that let you savor every inch. “So fucking wet for me, baby.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, matching his pace at first, your hips moving in sync with his measured thrusts. His eyes locked with yours, dark and heavy with lust as his mouth brushed your ear. “You like when I take my time, don’t you? When I make you beg for more?”
“Yes,” you gasped, voice trembling. “Please… don’t stop.”
His grip tightened on your waist, the slow thrusts becoming harder, sharper, driving deeper with each movement. The mix of deliberate slowness and brutal force was maddening—sensual and filthy all at once.
He filled you completely, pressing deep into your core with every push, lingering at the edge to tease before pulling back and thrusting in again. The weight of him, the way he stretched you open so deliciously, made your breath hitch with each stroke. The taut muscles of his hips pressed into yours, setting off sparks of fire that rolled through your veins.
Reo’s hands gripped your waist tightly, fingers digging in just enough to remind you of his strength, his dominance. His chest rose and fell rapidly, matching the rhythm he set, and his voice came low and rough, laden with praise and need.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he groaned, voice thick as he whispered against your skin. “So tight, so fucking wet. Taking me so perfectly.”
Your legs trembled around him, heart pounding as you wrapped them tighter around his hips, urging him deeper, needing more of that delicious friction. The slick heat of your arousal coated him, and with every thrust, the tension wound tighter, knotting in your belly.
The world narrowed to the slick press of skin, the pulse of his heartbeat against yours, and the steady rhythm of his hips driving into you. His breath hitched, the urgency in his movements growing, alternating between slow, torturous thrusts that drew out every sensation, and sudden, sharp ones that made you cry out in desperate pleasure.
Your back arched off the leather sofa as the pressure inside you built, swirling into a scorching fire that threatened to consume every thought. Your fingers clenched into fists at his shoulders, nails digging into skin as you teetered on the edge.
Then, with a cry that tore through the quiet night, your second orgasm ripped through you—hot, fierce, overwhelming. Your muscles clenched around him, squeezing him deep as your body trembled and shook, lost in the tidal wave of pleasure.
Reo groaned deep in response, his thrusts faltering only for a moment before resuming with wild desperation. His grip tightened, hips snapping harder and faster, chasing his own release.
His breath hitched, lips brushing your neck as he whispered raggedly, “I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna come.”
With a guttural roar, his body tensed, and he spilled inside you—thick, hot spurts filling your walls, coating you in the evidence of his need. His muscles shuddered against you, face buried in your neck as he rode out the tremors of his climax.
You clung to him, breathless and trembling, sweat slick on your skin and dripping from your hair, the heavy pounding of your hearts echoing in the stillness of the yacht’s cabin. His voice was low, rough with lust and need as he pressed against your back. “We’re not done yet, baby.”
Before you could catch your breath, Reo scooped you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carried you up the narrow stairs. The warm heat radiating from his body was a stark contrast to the cool night air that hit your flushed skin the moment you stepped onto the deck. The scent of salt and ocean filled your senses, sharpening every nerve ending.
He settled you over the polished railing, your bare skin exposed to the night air, the city lights fading slowly behind you, twinkling like distant stars. The dark sea stretched endlessly before you, the yacht gently rocking beneath your feet, adding a delicious instability that made your core clench tighter.
The thrill of being half-exposed—high above the water, vulnerable to any stray eyes—twisted in your belly like a wicked secret. Someone, somewhere, could see you like this: your slick cunt pressed against him, your skin flushed and shining with sweat, your moans swallowed by the night. But you were far too far gone to care.
Reo’s hands gripped your hips possessively, kneading the soft flesh with a brutal hunger. His thumbs circled your clit through the damp folds of your pussy, drawing a guttural groan from deep in his chest.
“Someone could see you,” he growled in your ear, his voice thick with possession. “See you dripping for me, begging for me. They’d know just how filthy you are—how mine you’ve become.”
His fingers tangled in your hair with sudden force, pulling your head back until your throat was exposed. You gasped, neck arching into his palm as his lips brushed against your skin, leaving bruising kisses and sharp bites that marked you like a claim.
“Look at you,” he spat, voice rough and guttural. “So fucking wet, so desperate, trembling for my touch.”
With a forceful shove of his hips, he sank deep into you—slow and hard, every inch stretching you open in the cool night air. You clenched around him, the sensation driving both of you wild. His hands moved without hesitation—one tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist to steady himself as he began a punishing rhythm.
Thrust after merciless thrust slammed into you, skin slapping against skin with a harsh, wet sound that echoed across the water. The mix of deep, slow strokes and sudden brutal thrusts set your nerves ablaze, your body a live wire of pleasure and pain.
“God, you take me so well,” he growled, voice ragged. “So tight, so fucking perfect.”
His fingers tightened in your hair, pulling back hard with each powerful thrust, forcing you to look up at him—eyes wide, lips swollen, breathless and raw. You saw the fire in his dark gaze, the way his jaw clenched as he fought to keep control, but the desperation was plain.
His lips crashed down on yours, biting and claiming, tongues tangling in a feral kiss that stole your breath and made your head spin. Your hands gripped the railing, nails digging into the cold metal as the waves below rocked the yacht gently, mirroring the wild rhythm between your bodies.
“Marking you,” he whispered fiercely, teeth grazing your ear. “Letting everyone know you’re mine.”
His mouth trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of bruising kisses and bites, while his hips continued their savage assault, pounding into you like he wanted to bury himself inside your core forever.
You cried out, body trembling as you teetered on the edge once more, every nerve ending alight. Your walls clenched instinctively, squeezing him tighter, begging for release.
Reo’s breath hitched, muscles tensing as he chased his own climax, hips snapping faster, harder. His groan was raw and guttural, a mix of need and possession, as he spilled thick, hot spurts deep inside you.
You shuddered beneath him, your voice breaking on a scream that echoed through the cabin and mixed with the distant slap of waves against the hull. Your skin burned where his hands and mouth had left their marks—raw, bruising kisses trailing down your neck, fingers pressing into your hips and waist like he was branding you as his own. Every inch of you was slick with sweat and dripping with desire, aching for more of him.
Without hesitation, Reo’s strong arms lifted you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried you toward the master cabin. The door closed behind you with a soft click, sealing the two of you away from the world—just the ocean, the night, and the heat radiating from your tangled bodies.
He laid you down on the expansive bed with a possessive roughness that made your pulse quicken. Your skin tingled where the cool sheets met your hot flesh, but the sensation was nothing compared to the burn still radiating from his touch. His shirt was open now, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest, dark hair curling at the base of his throat, and the taut muscles of his abdomen flexing with every movement.
Reo’s hands slid down your sides, fingertips tracing slow, deliberate paths that sent shivers racing through you. His mouth claimed yours in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues dancing together in a fevered rhythm that left you dizzy.
He settled between your legs, eyes dark and heavy with need, and began to move with a slow, powerful rhythm. The first thrust was deep and full, pressing into you with a weight that made your breath catch and your nails dig into his shoulders. You arched against him, your body opening willingly to every calculated movement.
“You’re so damn gorgeous like this,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “So tight, so perfect. Made for me.”
His praise burned hotter than the touch of his skin, igniting a fire that curled low in your belly and spread outward in waves of delicious heat. You matched his pace, rolling your hips with his thrusts, the wet sound of skin sliding against skin filling the room.
After several slow, agonizing minutes, Reo shifted, pressing you down with a force that made you gasp. He flipped you over, his weight pinning you in a powerful mating press that sent adrenaline rushing through your veins. His hands curled around your hips, holding you firmly as his hips slammed into yours with relentless intensity.
“You take me so fucking well, baby,” he growled into your ear, teeth grazing the shell as he whispered. “Every inch of you was made for this—made for me.”
You cried out, your body trembling beneath his, the overstimulation tightening its grip like a vice. The pressure of his thrusts, the roughness of his hands, and the intoxicating heat pooling deep inside you wrapped you in a dizzying storm of sensation. You could feel the edges of your control slipping, the familiar coil of your next climax winding tighter and tighter.
Suddenly, he pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips as he sat back on his knees. His eyes sparkled with dark amusement as he beckoned you to straddle him. Your heart hammered as you lowered yourself onto him, feeling him fill you completely in this new, delicious position.
The wet warmth of your cunt wrapped around him like a glove, and you began to move slowly, savoring the full stretch and the way his length pressed against every sensitive spot. His hands found your hips, steadying you as you set the rhythm, your breaths mingling in the thick, humid air.
“You look incredible,” he breathed, eyes locked on your face. “So fucking beautiful taking me like this—so perfect, so yours.”
His praise hit your core like a drug, making your skin flush hotter and your movements more urgent. You rode him with a measured grace, each rise and fall building a crescendo of pleasure that made your legs tremble beneath you.
Reo’s hands tightened on your hips, guiding your movements as the fire inside you climbed higher and higher. The tension wound tight, your breath growing ragged, every nerve ending aflame with anticipation.
When the first tremors of your orgasm hit, you bit down hard on your bottom lip, trying to hold yourself steady. But it was no use. Your body shook uncontrollably, muscles clenching fiercely as the waves of pleasure crashed through you in relentless surges.
Your hands gripped Reo’s shoulders, fingers digging in as you clung to him, the world narrowing to the burning heat inside you and the steady, grounding presence beneath you. He groaned deep in your ear, his own breath hitching as he helped you ride out the storm.
His hands moved from your hips to your back, tracing soothing circles as he whispered low, “Shh, I’ve got you. Just breathe.”
Your racing heart began to slow, the aftershocks ebbing like the tide. His fingers brushed damp strands of hair from your sweaty face, thumb stroking over your cheek with a tenderness that made your chest ache.
You melted against him, sweat-slick skin pressed close to his as he held you with a tenderness that grounded you in the quiet aftermath of your shared intensity. His steady heartbeat beneath your ear was a soothing rhythm after the storm of pleasure you’d just ridden together, a steady pulse that calmed the wild storm inside you.
Reo’s lips curved into a soft smile as he whispered, his voice husky and filled with warmth, “Thank you, love. For this birthday… and for everything. You always make it special, every year. But this—” His breath hitched just slightly, voice thick with sincerity and affection, “—this has been the best one yet. Because it’s with you.”
Your cheeks flushed with a warmth that wasn’t just from the heat of your skin, but from the honesty in his words. You traced lazy, soothing circles along his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your fingers. “You deserve it,” you murmured softly, your voice intimate and tender. “Every moment of it.”
The soft glow of the yacht’s ambient lighting danced across his features, casting shadows that made his eyes gleam with something fierce and devoted. After a moment of quiet closeness, you let a playful smile tug at your lips, a glimmer of mischief lighting your gaze. “How about a midnight swim?” you suggested, voice low and inviting. “Just us—skinny dipping in the open sea under the stars.”
His grin was immediate, the spark in his eyes mirroring the silver light of the moon. “You read my mind,” he said with a low chuckle.
Together, you slipped out onto the deck, the cool night air kissing your damp skin as you removed the last traces of clothing, setting them aside. The salt-scented breeze mingled with the faint scent of your skin, and the soft lapping of the water against the hull wrapped around you like a secret.
Slowly, you stepped over the yacht’s edge and into the water. The coolness enveloped you, silky and soothing against your flushed skin, and you gasped softly at the refreshing contrast to the heat still lingering inside you. Reo followed, his strong arms pulling you close as you floated together, bodies pressing gently against one another in the vast darkness of the open sea.
The night sky stretched infinitely above you—an endless tapestry of stars shimmering softly in the cool air. The world seemed to fall away until there was nothing but the gentle pulse of the waves, the warm press of his body, and the steady beating of your hearts in sync.
Your eyes found his in the dim moonlight, deep pools reflecting the quiet universe around you. Slowly, you leaned in, the space between you shrinking until your breath mingled, warm and sweet. The first brush of lips was tentative, almost shy—a featherlight touch that spoke of reverence, of longing held delicately in the balance.
Reo’s fingers curled gently into your wet hair, cradling your head as he deepened the kiss, lips parting to invite yours with a tenderness that made your whole body hum. His mouth was warm and soft against yours, the taste of salt and a faint trace of wine from earlier mixing in a heady cocktail that made your pulse race.
The kiss grew bolder, more insistent, tongues sliding and dancing together in a slow, sensual rhythm that spoke of promises and unspoken desires. His hands moved from your hair to your back, tracing the curve of your spine with light, reverent touches that grounded you even as your heart soared.
The water around you was cool and calm, but your bodies burned with a fierce, intimate heat. Every brush of his skin against yours sent sparks through your nerves, every sigh and gasp a melody in the night. Time seemed to slow, each second stretching out like a precious gift as you melted further into each other.
When you finally parted, foreheads resting together, breaths mingling in the crisp night air, a profound sense of peace settled over you. The stars above watched quietly as you floated in each other’s arms, wrapped in the soft glow of moonlight and the infinite expanse of the sea.
Eventually, Reo gently helped you back aboard the yacht, wrapping you in a plush towel that smelled faintly of lavender and cedarwood. The warmth of the fabric against your chilled skin was a comforting contrast to the coolness of the water. He poured you each a glass of rich, red wine, the deep aroma swirling around you as you settled into the plush seats on deck.
His fingers found your bare shoulders, tracing slow, reverent kisses along the smooth skin there. “You’re the best gift I’ve ever had,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion and awe. “More than anything I could’ve ever hoped for.”
The sweetness of his words wrapped around you, filling you with a gentle warmth that settled deep in your chest. His hands moved with tender purpose, caressing your arms, your neck, lingering over every inch of skin as if memorizing the shape of you. You leaned into him, savoring the quiet intimacy, the steady warmth of his presence like a balm to your soul.
Later, back in the master cabin, the two of you lay tangled beneath the cool sheets, bare skin pressed warm against bare skin. You didn’t bother changing into fresh clothes—the night had stolen away the need for anything but each other. Your head rested gently against his chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat a lullaby that soothed every restless thought.
Reo’s fingers traced lazy, tender shapes along your back, each stroke slow and deliberate as if to etch his devotion onto your skin. The gentle rocking of the yacht beneath you was a soft, rhythmic embrace that rocked you closer and closer to peaceful sleep.
Just as your eyelids began to flutter closed, his voice came—a soft, intimate whisper, thick with promise and fierce love—“I’m going to make you mine forever.”
You smiled into the warmth of his chest, heart full and calm, knowing that wherever the tides of life carried you, this love—this perfect, wild, unbreakable love—was your safe harbor.
BEWARE! THESE SCARE ACTORS TAKE IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL! ARE YOU PREPARED TO FIND OUT HOW?! FEAT. BUNNY IGLESIAS, MICHAEL KAISER & RIN ITOSHI X AFAB!READER
FINAL CALL : i couldn't stop thinking about this. i stand by my statement that the bllk men would make the best scare actors. pls someone indulge on these thoughts w me. none of this is proofread but enjoy anyway 👅👅
⚠︎ BUNNY IGLESIAS
bunny runs his own side of the park. he gained massive notoriety after videos of his haunted maze went viral online, showcasing not only the colossal, inescapable labyrinth but also his refined technique in producing high quality scares. camera littered the halls, tucked away into corners to capture each individual scare adventurers faced.
at first, people were quick to look down on his attraction due to the usage of rabbit imagery and of course, his own name incorporated with the title of his maze. it was actually his name that caught the attention of you and a group of your friends to stop by the new stop and see what thrills waited beyond the caution sign.
your friend were fast to start making fun of the "cutesy" rabbit aesthetic, documenting their journey into the maze on their phones that would later lure in more eager participants, as the maze progressively becomes more horrific in its imagery and increasingly difficult to escape.
somehow you lost yourself within the tall walls of the puzzle, losing track of your friends and the sound of their shouts and screams. each turn led you to a dead end, forcing you to turn back and choose another route.
you were so engrossed in finding an escape that you barely registered the soft padding of footsteps nearing your from behind. and before you knew it, two strong arms wrapped around your frame, trapping you instantly as they pressed you to the cold walls.
you writhed and frantically screamed for your friends until a hand was clamped onto your mouth, the sight of a terrifying plastic bunny mask covered in splattered red paint appearing in your peripheral, a single finger rising to its lips in a "shh" motion.
you don't know why, but you nodded. you should've been scared, should've been terrified to the bone, but you also couldn't help but feel slightly intrigued by what was to come.
the assailant, seemingly happy with your compliance, slowly removed his hand from your mouth, pulling back his mask to reveal the face of a man you'd never seen before. a large scar on one side of his face, soulless crimson eyes and an unnerving grin that sent a shiver down your spine and your walls clench subconsciously.
his tongue swept across his lips, causing you to shiver again. leaning into you, his breath hot against your ear that triggered the goosebumps on your skin, he spoke.
"don't scream," he commanded. your eyes went wide at the sudden demand, but you nodded once more. the man grabbed the waistband of your shorts, pulling them ahrd and fast down your shaky legs.
well, that explains why he told you not to scream.
you squeaked in surprise, trying to push him away as he knelt down behind you, smothering your backside in hot, wet kisses that had you whining for more, despite the desperation in your movements to keep him away.
he hooked his finger into your panties, tugging them to the side and marveling at the sight of your glistening pussy, licking his lips like a man about to devour a five course meal.
without warning, bunny presses his face in between your cheeks, his tongue darting out to taste you. he moves between licking and sucking, erotic suckling noises coming from your backside as you tremble against the wall.
he places his large hands on your plush ass, spreading your cheeks apart to expose more of your sensitive flesh to satiate his appetite. he was crazed, his pink muscle moving expertly between your puffy folds, flicking the bud of your pussy with the tip of his tongue.
"que rico, amor," he pants between breathes, reattaching his lips to your lower ones, eyes rolling to the back of his head at your saccharine nectar on his tongue. he's relishing every second of this. every squirm, moan and whine ─ he's drinking it all up.
tears stain your painted cheeks, your mouth agape with only pitiful whines rising from your throat as heat pools in your lower belly, your slick sliding down his throat the more aroused you become.
"i.. i need to.."
"hm? you need to what, amor?"
"c-cum," you moaned. "i need to cum."
had this been a normal day, he probably would've made you beg, but the way you sounded, the sweet way you told him you needed release made his heart leap and cock harden more than it was already.
"mmm, then do it," he commanded, pressing a kiss to your slippery clit, his hands squeezing your thighs so hard he was sure to leave bruises on your skin. but you needn't be told twice, clenching your eyes shut as a wave of ecstasy crashed over you, a fountain of sweet juices spilling out of your pussy and into bunny's mouth.
he drank every drop you gave him, licking his lips clean of your slick before nibbling at your rear, leaving behind small red marks all over your skin.
giving your ass a small smack, he stands back up and leans into you, his lips right against your ear.
"smile, cariño," he whispers, placing his hand under chin and tilting your head back, your eyes widening with shock as they land on a camera in the corner of the hall. you forgot ─ this place was filles with cameras.
"you're a star."
⚠︎ MICHAEL KAISER
run, run, run as fast you can. because kaiser is not only one of the haunted house's best actors, but one of the most ruthless.
he might be disliked by his fellow actors, but there's a sliver of admiration for his skill and technique, finding him to be insufferable but down right chilling.
set up like a castle, the haunted house is expansive and impossible to navigate without light. it's dark and there's a special performer for each and every checkpoint and corner you turn and as the haunted house gained more attention and love from thrill seekers, kaiser's portion of the home became the side no one wanted to experience. people tried their best to get through his chambers as fast as they could but often found themselves at the receiving end of nightmare fueled terror and heart attack inducing scares.
kaiser's chambers gained immense popularity, which was what brought you and your partner to the massive haunted house, a long line extending from the front doors and cascading around the property. the wait was long and with you and your partner at the back of the line, it would be hours before you'd be able to enter.
by the time it was time for your party to go inside, it was 3am and surely the actors would be too tired to continue the act. to your surprise, they still produced the same high quality acting they gave the other groups of people, terrifying you and your partner to the point that when a masked actor charged at you with a knife, you accidentally ran off in another direction, losing sight of your partner in the darkness.
once you successfully lost the actor that was hot on your heels, you attempted to locate where your partner and the rest of your group went. you were alone ─ lost in a labyrinth of horror and no map to navigate your way out of here. but you barely even noticed just where you were too, the real reason why the scare actor that had previously chased stopped their pursuit.
the sound of a tongue clicking from somewhere in the darkness sent a nervous chill down your spine, sweat building on your forehead as you finally registered where you were ─ kaiser's chambers. you shakily turned around, barely making out the dark silhouette of a man sitting on a bed in the center of the room.
but you knew exactly who it was, the numerous videos of people experiencing the real horrors of the famed scare actor rolling out in your mind. a cheshire like smile stretched across his lips at the sight of your feared expression, tilting his head to the side with mock concern.
"what do we have here? you lost?" kaiser questioned, his tone condescending and showing no genuine worry for you.
you gulped, unsure of how to respond. yes, you were lost, but you knew he had no intention of helping you. his job was to scare, not to aid and you were anticipating his next move, making yourself ready to run if you needed to, as if you were facing against a real attacker.
big mistake.
his eyes narrowed at your stance, a look of frustration dancing across his face as he saw that you were trying to escape already. he hadn't even moved yet and you were already trying to run. kaiser didn't know if he should be offended or upset. instead, he flashes you another smirk, knowinf that your attempt to run was fruitless.
"there's no use running, schatz. that door locks automatically." he points to the door you came in from. it was closed and lockes from the outside, a favorite trick of his to ensure a proper scare and traumatize anyone who dared to enter his chambers alone.
you frantically charged at the door, banging and screaming for help, pulling and twisting the handle in despair.
"there's no use screaming either. this room is soundproof."
great. anything else you needed to know?
kaiser slid off the bed, the sound of his boots landing on the ground causing you to jump and turn to face him, your eyes adjusting to the darkness, his icy blue orbs nearly shining even in the dark. his heavy boots thudded against the ground as he inched closer to you, your body pressed back against the door, feeling helpless with no other way to escape.
but something about the way he stared at you uneased you. usually by now, from everything you've seen, he would've surely done or said something to you that would have had you crying and pleading for him to go away. he was a master of terror but right now, he seemed... different... hungry. there was a dangerous glint in his eye that told he wanted something more than just a simple scream from you.
that was enough to get you to try the handle again, making kaiser roll his eyes in frustration.
"i told you that won't work," he said, grabbing the back of your shirt and tugging you back towards him, your feet tripping from suddenly being forced to walk backwards.
you stumbled and landed in his arms, much to his delight. in a swift movement, he lifted you from the ground, hauling you over his shoulder and walking back towards the dilapidated bed, throwing you down onto the springy mattress.
you gasped when you landed on the bed, moving to sit up when you felt the weight of kaiser's large body nestle on top of you, sparing no second to crash his lips against yours. his tongue darted into your mouth, creating sloppy, wet kisses, his lips smacking against yours.
his hands climbed all over you, dipping eagerly into your pants, his fingers prodding at your quivering entrance. you bit down on his lip, placing your hands on his chest to get him off, but it was no good ─ he had you firmly underneath him.
his long digits began to dig their way into your tight, wet cavern, moaning against your lips at the feeling of your warmth around his fingers. pulling away from your mouth, kaiser breathes heavily, his warm breath fanning over your face, his eyes hooded and dark.
"fuck, schatz, you're so tight," he moans out, curling his fingers in a way that has you seeing stars. your body continues to squirm under him, his tongue sweeping across your cheek and along your jaw, nipping at your skin.
any attempt to shout is quickly replaced with whines and mewls as digits continue to move inside you, his movements slow and languid, like he was holding back on purpose. but he knew how to hit every spot, the ends of his fingers hitting your sweet spot that generates a burning fire in the pit of your belly.
he hits the same spot over and over, ramming his fingers into your cunt with a fire in his eyes, now determined to get you to crumble and fall apart, so he can do it again and again and again.
he's rock hard, but he's too obsessed with your contorted expressions of pleasure to think about his own aching need for you. right now, he needs to see you cum, not once or twice. but as many times as he can rip out of you.
wet slapping sounds, along with the song of your moans, fills the dark room, your moans turning into shrieks as kaiser rips your first orgasm out of you, tremors wracking through your body as your vision blurs with tears. breathing heavily, your hands shakily move to kaiser's chest again, weakly trying to push him off, but he doesn't move. pulling his hand out, kaiser hurriedly shoves your pants and panties down your hips, using his knee to spread your legs out.
his hand moves back to work on you again, lodging his fingers within your walls. tears prick the corner of your eyes, your body too weak to fight back, soft whimpers and pleas falling from your lips.
"n-no more, please," you begged, but kaiser didn't stop, his hand only picking up speed. he lets out a breathy laugh, finding joy in the way you plead for him to stop, even though your pussy was sucking his fingers back in.
"i don't think you want me to stop, schatz," he grunts, shoving his fingers in and out at a brutal pace. you subconsciously rolled your hips onto his fingers, pitiful whines filling his ears like a beautiful symphony.
"you came here knowing who i am. this is your fault ─ isn't this what you wanted?" he laughed. his tone was mocking and it did nothing to deter you from him. your pussy clenched around his fingers, trapping him within you. your words were falling on deaf ears, filtering out everything you said in favor of only listening to the crescendo of your beautiful song.
kaiser buried his face into your neck, biting down on the skin of your neck. his movements were sporadic, almost begging to feel you cum for him once more. you didn't know if you had it in you, but when your stomach began to wind up again, you knew you'd be coming soon.
you had never felt this kind of pleasure before, not even by the partner you loved so much, who was probably searching everywhere for you since you hadn't emerged from the haunted house yet. and just as you thought about them, there was a harsh banging on the door on the other side, your partner's voice calling out for you.
you wanted to call out for them, but your voice was lost, releasing only cries and mewls in favor of real words.
"c'mon, schatz. let 'em hear you," kaiser rasped, pulling out his fingers abruptly that had your body shaking violently, candy-sweet juices squirting out of your cunt. your eyes widened in surprise. you didn't even know you could do that, and kaiser seemed just as surprised, but happy nonetheless.
the frantic banging diminished and you could almost envision the look of disbelief on your partner's face from what they just heard.
kaiser pressed a kiss to your forehead, bringing his slick-coated hand to his mouth to suck off the rest of your arousal.
he knew your partner was still lingering on the other side of the door, most likely devastated at the idea of their girlfriend experiencing a pleasure they couldn't provide for you.
that's fine. you were his now anyway.
⚠︎ RIN ITOSHI
rin doesn't work in any of the haunted houses or mazes. he works as a stalker in the amusement park, weiding a long, heavy weight ax, a simple black and white mask covering his face. mysterious but scary enough to make park goers feel uneasy when they notice him from across the distance, especially as the night travels into the late hours near its close, the pathways emptying as people made their way back to their vehicles.
he's not a chaser. he doesn't bother to run after people who scurry off the second they see him coming after them. his long legs allow him the ability to reach people with long strides in seconds. he doesn't get paid enough to chase people throughout the park. in fact, sometimes he wonders why he even became a scare actor in the first place.
the night before halloween, you decide to visit the park with your friends, wanting to experience it one last time before they close it down for the season. you'd been a few times already earlier that month, but the scary ambience thrilled you nonetheless. rin had noticed you before every time you came, so he wasn't surprised to see you had come again on the eve of halloween.
it thrilled him, actually, in a way he hadn't felt before. before long, you started to notice a masked man following you and your friends around the park. knowing it was just another scare actor, you shrugged it off, giggling to your friends of how "creepy" he was being.
but when you walked off on your own to find the restrooms and spotted rin following you still, a blanket of uneasiness shrouded you, prompting you to walk faster further away from your friends. normally, you'd be flattered by a scare actor stalking you, but this felt different.
the park was booming with business, a sea of bodies slamming into you from all angles, the smell of alcohol and sweat burning your nostrils as you navigated the park hastily. rin kept up with you easily, enjoying the sight of you cautiously looking over your shoulder to see if he was still following.
even in the bustling crowd, he never lost sight of you. he was a wolf hunting down his prey and he reveled in the chase, actively pursuing you, letting you believe you had the upper hand.
after pushing your way through the crowd, you emerged sweaty and breathless, hoping you were able to lose rin in the crowd.
believing you were finally safe, you try to circle back around the park to where your friends were last, only to find yourself in a much more deserted side of the park. there are a few ride attendants but very little people around. as you walked alone through the dark walkways, a hand reached out from the small alleyway of two shops that were closed for the night, darkness blanketing over you and the man that pulled you in.
it was him ─ somehow, he had been able to keep up and now he had you in his grasp. he pushed you against the wall of the shop, your chest pressed firm into the brick layering. he leaned into you, his large body covering yours as he pulled up his mask, his teals eyes illuminating in the dull lighting, waves of hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he sprinkled feather light kisses to your neck.
"i didn't think you'd really try to run from me," he rasped out, rolling his hips against the curve of your ass, eliciting languid mewls from you, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you back against him. he rubbed his bulge desperately between your cheeks, low grunts seeping between his lips as he nibbled on your ear.
he's not sure what's come over him, but seeing you so scared, so desperate to get away from him ─ it excited him. he's followed many people around the park all month, instilled a great amount of fear into several other park goers who underestimated his skill, but nothing compared to the shock and fear in your eyes, the way your body trembled and writhed, the soft moans he pulled from you the faster he humped you from behind.
he hates dry humping. what was he, a horny 15 year old? but this was all he could get for now, biting down into the skin of your shoulder that earned a loud scream from you, a scream so loud it was sure to attract anyone close by. but that didn't deter him, your loud shrieks causing his cock to twitch and leak.
"f-fuck... 'm gonna cum," he groaned, snaking his hand into your skirt to rub at your needy clit, moaning when he feels how slick and eager you are for him, despite your attempts to push him away.
"looks like you're enjoying this too." his tone was monotonous but there was an edge of desperation to it, like he was holding himself back from doing more to you.
his long fingers slipped between your drenched folds, wasting no time to press his digits into your awaiting hole, curling them inside of you as he slowed his pace, wanting to make you cum first.
your arousal made it easy for him to punch his fingers in and out of you rapidly, the obscene sound of squelching sending a tingle down his spine as he began to rub his clothed shaft against your rear again. the feeling of your walls tightening around his fingers nearly sent him into oblivion, but he held back, telling himself to wait until you came first.
and you weren't that far. you erupted in moans and whines as the winding coil in your belly came undone, your gummy walls sucking rin's fingers back inside of you. your screams and moans were an unholy symphony to his ears and he followed you shortly after, painting his boxers with his hot seed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. thank god you couldn't see his face.
when you arrived at the park, getting dry humped by a scare actor wasn't what you were expecting to happen tonight. but for rin, the second you stepped through the doors of the park, he knew he had to get you alone. he'd probably lose his job after this, but halloween was tomorrow so he didn't care.
besides, he was just going to follow you home anyway.
you were writhing. fully spread out on his bed, wrists pinned above your head with one of his jerseys. the navy fabric soft, the number 11 stretched tight around your wrists. your legs were open, shaking, your panties somewhere on the floor, your cunt wet and throbbing.
… and isagi was just watching you. so calm. so focused. like he was reading the field. “you’re close again,” he murmured, lips brushing your thigh, fingers lazily trailing through the slick between your legs. “aren’t you, baby?”
you whimpered and nodded. “so close—please, yoichi—don’t stop—”
he smiled, but his fingers did stop. pulled away. left you clenching around nothing. you cried out, hips jerking off the sheets.
“yoichi—!”
“not yet,” he said, voice soft, soothing. like he wasn’t being a complete menace. “you’re not ready.”
“i am—i was—!” you gasped, glaring at him through glassy eyes. “i was about to—”
“i know,” he interrupted gently, crawling back up over your body. “that’s why i stopped.”
his hips pressed down into yours. cock hard and twitching through his boxers, but he didn’t slide in. didn’t even grind as he teased you more. you could feel every inch of him, but it wasn’t enough. you were soaked. swollen. aching for release.
“i wanna feel it when you come,” he whispered, thumb stroking your lower lip. “not some rushed thing. not something sloppy.”
“you’re killing me,” you groaned, trying to buck up. “yoichi, please—”
he pressed a hand to your stomach, pinning you. “you trust me, right?”
you blinked at him, breath catching. he looked so sincere. so good. as if he wasn’t ruining you with every second you didn’t come.
you nodded slowly. “yeah.”
he smiled again, soft this time. “then don’t come until i say.”
you tried to last. you really did. but when his fingers slid back between your folds, slow and slick, circling your clit like a cruel tease, you nearly sobbed. and when he leaned in to kiss your throat, whispering “good girl, just like that” —your whole body betrayed you.
you started to come and then his hand vanished again. you screamed. “yoichi—!”
but he just hushed you, lips at your ear. “you’ll come next time. i promise. just a little longer.” tears stung your eyes. he chuckled softly, wiping them with his thumb. “don’t give up on me now, baby. you’re playing the long game.”
he went back between your thighs again, licking, sucking and circling, bringing you right to the edge like it was a game of inches, and he refused to let you cross the goal line until he was good and ready.
includes. ꨄ︎ established relationship, crack, fluff, kaiser being a bitch (what's new), suggestive (slightly in sae's, kaiser, otoya, slightly in karasu's, slightly in aiku's), straight NSFW in shidou's, !!!SEWERSLIDE JOKES IN AIKU'S!!!, pet names, not proofread
notes. ꨄ︎ sorry for making some of these convos short, guys, i just wanted to include more characters <3 + changed ness's name because i did NOT realize ness was his surname, added some personal emojis for certain characters (isagi -> puzzle pc, ness -> magic wand), and changed nagi's pic. i'll probably change some pics and add some emojis too
edit: okay, guys. i looked it up online and got confirmation from the wiki that aiku is indeed his surname, so for those who have already seen this, i changed it. moral of the story: never doubt me because when i did, i was WRONG
ver. 2 chigiri, raichi, kunigami, niko, hiori, aryu, charles, sendou, noel noa, julian loki, snuffy, chris prince
♪ track. ꨄ︎ n/a
end notes. ꨄ︎ i'm so sorry guys if i butchered kurona's </3
