-When ng11 men saw you mad for the first time during a match.
Characters: Sae, Kaiser, Lorenzo, Loki
You're a star player on your team, and it caught a certain player's attention because they like the way you adapt to the situation quickly and utilize your technique flawlessly with accurate, precise shots. Your most notable charm is that mysterious, cool, collected aura of yours.
However, during a match, your cool-headed demeanor seemed to crumble down.
3-4
The match was close, and some of your teammates look like they are near their limit. You glanced at your partner, number 6; she seemed to be doing fine despite the sprain that she had a couple of days ago from practice.
Only a few minutes left before they blew the final whistle. You were confident that you could pull this off. The other team is also in a rush to finish the game; maybe a change of pace will ruin their tempo.
"They look hungry," you stated as you circled the ball with your dominant foot. One player was looking intently at you. Their brows furrowed, and the tip of their tongue was sticking out, panting, trying to catch their breath as they chased you.
"You look disgusting." You looked at them indifferently and passed the ball to number 10. The ball was also passed from player to player as the game progressed. The ball was finally on number 6. Just when she was about to score, a player from the opposing team ran towards her with such brute force that made her tumble in the air.
She landed hard on the ground on her heel. The impact made her wince in pain, and she clutches her foot. You and the other team members gather around her to check up on her.
The two players approach the woman that did that to them, and some of the opposing team run up for backups.
They were yelling at each other at this point, and you let the medic guide number 6 in the stretcher, and you went to the scene to hold back your players.
"Let's go back to the game." You clapped your hands to get their attention. "Let's settle this later in a controlled environment," you stated and patted your teammate's shoulder.
The woman clicked her tongue and approached you, stopping just a few inches away from you. "Listen here, you dipshit. It was just an accident." Her jaw clenched, and veins were popping out of her forehead.
You know damn well that it isn't an accident but decided to let her slide since you don't plan on engaging in an endless nonsensical dispute with someone who won't admit their mistake.
They signaled you guys to go back into your position, and you obeyed the referee.
"Those bitches don't deserve to play in this field. Their country has no place for football."
Your eyes widened, and you turned your back to see them sneering.
It felt like Satan himself possessed you somehow. You walked fast towards them and called the woman that said that.
"What did you say?"
You walked toward her and gave her a slight push, but it was enough to make her stumble back.
Sae
He was surprised. Sae watches as your teammates begin to hold you back. You were shouting at the opposing team. He was sure you were cursing in your language; he was quite disappointed at the disruption of the match.
"Boring. She should focus on the game first." He got the remote and turned up the volume as if it would make the audio audible to him.
Well, to be fair, he didn't know what the other women said or the degree to which it had affected you, so he was just getting the gist of it. When you finally calmed down, his eyes remained fixated on you. You seemed still preoccupied with what happened throughout the match.
After scoring the last goal, he said that you could've scored. another one if not for your distracted state.
When he heard online about what really happened, it kind of cleared his mind. After all, he couldn't help but wonder what made his favorite calm and collected player snap.
Michael
He was grinning the whole time. He was entertained by your reaction and couldn't help but think of a million things that made you tick off. The way you glared at the camera when it was being pointed at you while capturing the scene where your teamates held you back will be rewatched later on by Kaiser again at his apartment.
"I didn't know that she could lash out like that!"
Later on in the match he actually crossed paths with you. He said hi and lightheartedly joked about what happened earlier. Unfortunately for him, you were still in a bad mood despite winning at the last minute.
"Shut your mouth, you imbecile." You didn't spare him another glance and walked away, leaving him there alone. Kaiser blew a small whistle and grinned. "Feisty, aren't you?"
Lorenzo
He was munching his caramel popcorn, waiting for the match to resume when suddenly you started shouting at the opponent. You struggled on your teammate's grip as you tried to go closer to that woman.
"Holy shit!"
He paused at his snack time to fully enjoy the scene unfold. "Who! Get her!" He shouted, and his face actually showed on the big screen. His golden teeth were shining brightly as the camera zoomed in on his face.
You catch a glimpse of him in the middle of all this.
When you finally somewhat calmed down, you glanced to the side to distract yourself from those sore eyes. Your eyes met the guy who was cheering for you earlier. You couldn't help but huff and grinned at his reaction earlier.
When the whistle blew, you turned your attention back to the match, leaving him a blushing mess.
Loki
He thought it would be just a quick talk before you got back on the match, but when you pushed the player down, he was confused. He had watched almost all the matches you've had, and in not one had you shown any signs of aggression.
"I guess you do have that side of you after all."
You held the reputation of being the dormant one in your team whenever you faced these types of situations. He watched in awe when you started pointing fingers at the other team, shouting something that he couldn't quite make out, but it seemed to get into the other's skin based on their reaction.
When the match finished, you were on the ground catching your breath while the other players pushed and punched each other. At this point you were too tired to hold them back and just minded your own business. He chuckled when he saw you seemingly at peace as the people on your back have each other in a chokehold.
That's all it had been- thirty damn minutes since you first handed him your poster to sign- and yet here you were, pressed against a wall like this, kissing him like your life depended on it while his hands claimed every curve of yours with shameless hunger.
The chemistry between you was insane. Off-the-charts. The kind that made no logical sense but felt inevitable anyway- like gravity pulling two stars together until they collided in fire and heat.
Kaiser could feel how badly your knees were shaking beneath you, and for once... he wasn't thinking about power or control or being worshipped.
Nope.
Right now? He just wanted more.
His mouth left yours only to trail hot, open mouthed kisses down jawline, nipping at your pulse point before sucking a bruise onto the sensitive skin of your neck... marking up territory already as if anyone would dare try take what was clearly his now.
Kaiser always noticed everything.
The way you tilted your head, exposing that sweet throat like an offering. The faint tremble in your breath. How your evelashes fluttered shut from embarrassment...
But most of all?
The scent.
Subtle but undeniable-- the musky warmth of arousal seeping through fabric, clinging to the air between you two. His nose twitched slightly against skin as he kissed lower... and suddenly his lips froze just above your collarbone.
His brain short-circuited again
You were wet already, for him, just from his sloppy kisses.. he dropped to his knees right in front of you in the hallway.
"Michael, y-you dont have to, im okay-" you whimpered out, shyly, so feminine and submissive, squirming against the wall.
That gained you a glare from him.
A mean, harsh glare.
You were still trying to be polite? Still holding back like some shy virgin even though he could literally smell how turned on you were.
"Shut the fuck up" he groaned out, lifting your short skirt up in a smooth motion and pressing his lips against your needy cunt through lace panties.
Then he looked up at you again, those pretty blue eyes daring you to protest further. And slowly, deliberately, he hooked his cold fingers into the waistband of those filmsy lace panties. And began tugging them down until- oh...
Holy fuck.
That glistening thread of slick- your arousal- stretched between your cunt and the lace as he peeled your panties down... and for a man who prided himself on control, this was maddening.
His nostrils flared. His pulse spiked. The air smelled like you now, sweet, musky, intoxicating, and suddenly nothing else mattered except getting his mouth on that heat.
Without hesitation (because fuck patience), Kaiser yanked the panties all the way off one leg before tossing them aside carelessly. Then...
He gripped both of your thighs firmly, tugging them spread wide apart and pressing an open mouthed kiss right to your inner thigh... dangerously close.
Closer...
Closer.
"Please, d-dont tease!" You whined out, helplessly.
He grinned darkly. Victory
"Verdammt.." he hissed under his breath before finally closing the distance
He buried his face in between your thighs and licked a long stripe right up your slit, tongue dragging through soaked folds with experienced skill.
The taste hit him instantly, sweet saltiness that made heat explode behind eyes. And god... you were so wet already for him
No foreplay needed
He dove back in immediately, this time pressing his lips to your clit and sucking lightly while two fingers teased at your entrance...
Kaiser was devouring you.
Not with the precision of some refined lover- no, this wasn't elegant or slow. This was messy, sloppy, all tongue and teeth and greedy suction like he'd been starving for your taste his whole life
His lips sealed around your clit again, sucking just hard enough to make you jerk against his mouth before soothing it with a flick of his tongue, then diving back in to lap up every drop leaking from you. One hand still gripped your thigh tightly while the other slid two fingers inside without warning.... curling them deliberately.
He was going off of pure fucking instincts right now
And judging by how loudly you whined above him, he knew exactly what he doing.
Kaiser pulled back just enough to speak, his lips still glistening with your slick, and when he did, his voice was filthy
"So fucking sweet," he growled in that thick German accent, right against your swollen clit before blowing a hot breath over it. Then lower, closer to where fingers were still curled inside you "You're dripping for me.. already?"
A dark chuckle escaped him as he watched your thighs tremble around his head. He could feel the tension building, the way every muscle in your body coiled like springs about to snap.
Without warning, he yanked his fingers out of you with a lewd pop, just to smack your clit lightly with the back of his hand before immediately replacing it by sealing his mouth over your entire pussy again in one brutal kiss that was more teeth than tongue
"You're disgusting," he snarled against slick skin in between kisses. "A whore already dripping just cause I said some shit."' Another sharp bite on your inner thigh "Fucking pathetic."
Each insult dripped cruelty.. But the way he kept going back to devour you told you-
He loved this too.
Kaiser's grin was pure wickedness as he felt you shudder under his obscene words.
He knew exactly what kind of twisted effect his words had on you, the way your hips twitched, the hitched breaths, how your fingers clenched harder in his hair like you couldn't decide whether to push him away or hold him closer.
So he kept going
"You're suuuuch a slut," he spat between sloppy licks up your slit before sucking harshly on your clit again, just shy of painful. "Can't even last five minutes without cumming on my mouth."
And oh, he was right...
The second your orgasm hit- hard- Kaiser didn't let up.
Not even when you arched violently against the wall, not when a high-pitched cry tore from your throat, not when tears pricked the corners of your eyes from overwhelming pleasure
No.
He kept sucking that swollen clit through every pulse and spasm, fingers still curling inside you just right against your g spot to drag out every last shuddering wave. His free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, keeping you pinned there as he milked this climax for all it was worth.
And only once he felt the tremors start subsiding did Kaiser finally pull back slightly... lips and chin glistening with proof of his handiwork.
Breathing heavily now too.
Because holy shit, all this whimpering and moaning from you made him rock hard, dripping precum on his training shorts..
"Im keeping you." He said eventually, wiping at the remains of your arousal with the back of his tattooed hand, staring daggers up through you.
That bastard said it so casually too, like you were some stray dog he could just pick up from the street and take home.
꒰ summary ꒱; you find your ex's hoodie after the breakup and decide on letting them know you'll return it. the both of you have something in common, though. you both miss eachother !
꒰ content ꒱; angst, they were assholes before the breakup or something
꒰ featuring ꒱; isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, rin itoshi, bunny iglesias, hugo vivian, sae itoshi, alexis ness, michael kaiser
isagi yoichi – accidentally becoming football's greatest meme generator because english is beating his ass
everybody agrees that isagi is actually really good at english now, especially compared to when he first started playing overseas, except he still has one fatal weakness: he knows the words individually, but sometimes he assembles the grammar in the most devastating order imaginable, completely changing the meaning of whatever he was trying to say, and because he's so confident when he says it, nobody realizes it was an accident until 5 seconds later.
the reporters don't even correct him anymore because they're trying not to laugh.
after a champions league match, someone asks him, "yoichi, what was your mentality going into tonight?"
"i wanted to finish."
there’s a brief pause.
"... finish the game?"
"yes… that’s what i meant… please edit that part out.”
another time he tries complimenting the opposing goalkeeper.
"he was very hard."
dead silence.
"to score against," he quickly adds, waving both hands. "TO SCORE AGAINST."
the clip already has 12 million views.
his teammates have started betting on whether the post-match interview will produce another viral soundbite. “￥1000 he says something insane” or “￥2000 that he accidentally threatens someone."
isagi doesn't understand why everyone keeps asking him if he's "locked in."
"because i AM locked in."
"... no, yoichi."
"?"
"they're quoting you."
"what did i say?"
they pull up the interview: "i am very inside."
"... i meant focused."
"we know."
eventually, the internet starts calling them "yoichisms."
every interview has a compilation ready before it's even over.
"i enjoy touching balls."
"today i penetrated many defense."
"our chemistry is getting harder."
"i love when 11 men come together."
"STOP POSTING THEM," he begs.
"they're educational."
"THEY AREN'T."
the funniest part is that whenever he's speaking japanese, he's one of the most articulate, intelligent players in football.
switch him to english and he's accidentally inventing phrases that get printed on t-shirts.
the comments are always the exact same, too:
“someone get my goat a grammar textbook.”
“leave him alone he's trying his best 😭”
“every interview is a side quest.”
“bro's vocabulary stat is 99, but sentence construction is -12.”
poor guy is genuinely trying. the internet just refuses to let him succeed.
itoshi rin – treating every interviewer like they're interrupting his nap + inspired by this michael olise clip
nobody has ever seen someone care less about media obligations.
he fulfills them because his contract says he has to. not because he wants to.
every single clip begins exactly the same way – hood up, sunglasses on, headphones still around his neck, walking like the interviewer isn't even there.
"rin! just a few words for spain after tonight's victory?"
"we won."
"what did you think about their performance?"
"they lost."
"any message for the fans?"
"sleep."
and he keeps walking.
another reporter jogs beside him. "how do you feel after scoring the winning goal?"
"fine."
"anything else?"
"no."
"could you elaborate?"
"no."
the poor interviewer looks directly into the camera like he's being held hostage.
the funniest part is that nobody can tell if rin is intentionally funny or if this is genuinely just how he lives.
one reporter tries changing tactics by asking, "who inspired your football growing up?"
"... me."
"yourself?"
"yeah."
"but your older brother is sae itoshi."
"and?" he keeps walking.
another viral clip happens because someone desperately sticks a microphone in front of him. "rin! any thoughts before facing germany?"
he slowly pulls one earbud out. "we're playing germany?"
"yes."
he puts the earbud back in and walks away.
every media outlet eventually starts making bingo cards.
☐ says fewer than five words☐ ignores question entirely ☐ walks away mid-interview ☐ visibly annoyed ☐ sunglasses indoors
they always get bingo.
the fans love it because his complete lack of enthusiasm loops back around into comedy.
people start editing meme audios over clips of him walking past 30 reporters asking questions while he doesn't acknowledge a single living soul.
the captions always read:
“bro has somewhere significantly less important to be.” “he's allergic to microphones.” “media training lost.” “aura farming isn't enough anymore, he's aura harvesting.”
itoshi sae – football's most desired man... by other men
one day, he was just an insanely talented midfielder (he still is). the next day, every retired football legend, current superstar, celebrity, actor, musician, and suspicious number of grown men were publicly admitting that they thought he was attractive (this is still true). and i mean aggressively.
post-match interviews become unbearable.
"sae, incredible performance tonight."
"thanks."
"also respectfully, you're very handsome."
"uh, okay."
"my wife actually told me to say that."
"good for her."
"i'm lying, by the way."
"i figured."
another former football legend gets invited onto a sports talk show.
"who would you most like to play alongside?"
"sae."
"why?"
"... next question."
twitter immediately responds: brother that's not why 😭😭😭
every awards ceremony includes one grown man looking at sae like he wants to crack him.
photographers catch the most insane screenshots imaginable. haaland staring. mbappé staring. random premier league defenders staring. some 70 year old retired manager smiling at him like he's about to ask for his number.
sae notices approximately none of it. like "why are they looking at me? seriously. did i spill something?"
every compilation video is titled something ridiculous:
men forgetting they're on live television because sae walked by. straightest football interview. footballers trying not to admire sae challenge (impossible).
then somebody asks him about it during an interview.
"there's a running joke online that more men flirt with you than women."
"oh, is there?"
"you haven't noticed?"
"no."
"ronaldo called you beautiful."
"he was being polite."
"he winked at you."
"oh."
"mbappé called you gorgeous."
"that's nice."
"haaland reposted an edit of you."
"... why?"
the internet loses it because the only person unaware of his fan club is sae himself.
nagi seishiro – terrifyingly gifted at literally every game that has ever existed
football stopped being enough.
one random saturday, someone challenged him to a fighting game. he won.
someone else challenged him to bowling. he won.
dance dance revolution. he won.
air hockey. he won.
claw machine. he won first try.
shooting gallery. perfect score.
the issue isn't that he's competitive. it's that he isn't. like he genuinely could not care less.
"nagi, have you ever played this before?"
"no."
30 seconds later, he's holding first place on the leaderboard and mumbling "that's kinda annoying."
reo develops a stress twitch because he keeps introducing nagi to activities hoping he'll finally find something he's isn't naturally cracked at.
"okay, there's absolutely no way you can beat this."
"hm?"
"professional drumming simulator."
"okay."
15 minutes later, he’s SSS RANK.
"what."
"wasn't hard."
"IT'S LITERALLY CALLED EXTREME NIGHTMARE."
they visit an arcade. nagi casually wanders over to dance dance revolution.
"this looks tiring."
"then don't play."
"okay."
and he still gets a full combo.
another clip goes viral because someone challenges him to laser tag.
"i've been national champion 3 years in a row."
"cool."
10 minutes later, nagi has eliminated everyone.
"have you… done military training?"
"no. i play games."
"THAT DOESN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING."
eventually people stop asking whether nagi can do something. instead, they ask how long it'll take him to become unfairly good at it.
"chess?"
"probably 20 minutes."
"curling?"
"half an hour."
"competitive knitting?"
“give him lunch first."
and nagi never celebrates. he’ll just be like "did i win?"
"... yes. you did…"
"oh." then he goes back to scrolling on his phone.
mikage reo – football's biggest fanboy trapped inside the body of a world-class football superstar
people expect one of the richest and most successful footballers on the planet to act cool around other legends. they couldn’t be more wrong. reo turns into an excited 12 year old every single time.
"reo, you'll be sitting next to cristiano ronaldo tonight."
"..."
"reo?"
"... don't joke like that."
"i'm serious."
"... i have to go to the bathroom."
he has played against some of the greatest footballers in history. he still gets starstruck.
every charity match is just reo accidentally forgetting he's supposed to be their equal.
"mbappé said hi to me. he knows my name. HE KNOWS MY NAME."
"YOU HAVE ALMOST AS MANY TROPHIES AS HIM."
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT."
someone catches him asking messi for a picture.
"of course."
"thank you so much."
"by the way, reo."
"yeah?"
"you're literally in the ballon d'or top 3."
"i know, but that's MESSI."
don't even get him started on ronaldo. the first time they officially meet, reo spends the entire interaction trying to act normal.
"it's an honor."
"thank you."
"i grew up watching you."
"i appreciate that."
"sorry, can we actually take one more picture my mom won't believe me."
after ronaldo leaves, reo immediately opens the family group chat.
I MET HIM. LOOK. HE TALKED TO ME.
his butler responds with approximately 40 celebratory emojis.
whenever a reporter asks him about football history, tactics, or legendary matches, his eyes light up like someone just activated factory settings.
"don't even get me started. actually... please do."
then he's standing in front of the tactics board for 25 uninterrupted minutes explaining why messi's positioning here was genius, why ronaldo's movement there changed the sport forever, why haaland's off-ball runs are terrifying, why mbappé's acceleration makes defenders question their career choices, and somehow tying all of it back to one obscure champions league match from years ago that everyone else forgot existed.
"reo..."
"yeah?"
"we asked what your favorite goal celebration was."
"oh..."
football twitter absolutely adores him because underneath the designer suits, private jets, and billionaire aura is just a gigantic football nerd who still gets butterflies meeting the people whose posters used to hang on his bedroom wall, and that's one of the most endearing things about him.
bachira meguru – genuinely does not understand the concept of personal space and refuses to learn
there are exactly two distances in bachira's mind – touching you and not touching you yet.
teammates. opponents. referees. reporters. cameramen. security guards. random mascots. nobody is safe.
post-match interviews are basically a horror game because the interviewer will start speaking to the camera and then, without warning, bachira's head slowly appears over their shoulder like he spawned there.
"bachira, congratulations on the wi–"
"hi."
"hi…”
"what're we talking about?"
"the… the match."
"cool!” he proceeds to NOT leave. instead, he decides they’re sharing the microphone.
whenever someone interviews another player, bachira just wanders into frame.
interviewing isagi? bachira's leaning on his shoulder.
interviewing rin? bachira has wrapped an arm around him despite rin actively trying to walk away.
interviewing barou?
"bachira."
"yeah?"
"get. off."
"why?"
"because you're breathing my air."
"sharing is caring, king."
every celebration photo looks the exact same because bachira is hanging off someone like an excited golden retriever.
piggybacking isagi. leaning against chigiri. hugging reo. resting his head on nagi's arm while nagi doesn't even react anymore.
one time, the referee was explaining a VAR decision. somehow... bachira ended up next to him.
"why are you here?"
"just listening."
"you're not involved."
"i know. carry on."
another viral clip happens because a defender tries intimidating him before kickoff. they're nose-to-nose, glaring, tension everywhere.
bachira smiles. "your eyelashes are really pretty."
"huh?"
"can i touch them?"
the defender physically reboots like wtf?
commentators have literally started saying, "bachira appears to have adopted another footballer."
nobody knows how. nobody knows why. they just accept it.
the funniest part is that bachira truly thinks everyone else is weird.
"why do people keep backing away when i talk to them?"
"because you're 10 centimeters away from their face."
"ah."
5 minutes later, he's doing it again.
shidou ryusei – committing accidental assault every single match
there has never been a footballer whose limbs possess less situational awareness.
shidou isn't dirty. he's, well… moving. violently. and unpredictably… with enough enthusiasm to become everyone's problem.
every single match includes at least one replay that begins with, "let's take another look here..." and ends with someone getting kicked in the forehead.
"I DIDN'T EVEN SEE HIM."
"YOU JUMPED."
"SO DID HE."
"WITH HIS FACE."
overhead kick? someone's ducking.
bicycle kick? another casualty.
volley? pray.
the commentators have stopped sounding surprised.
"and shidou has accidentally kicked another player… that's the fourth one today."
"remarkably, all unintentional."
one poor defender gets clipped during an acrobatic finish.
shidou immediately runs over. "YO, YOU GOOD?"
"..."
"HELLO???!!!”
"i can't feel my eyebrows."
"that's probably temporary.”
the medic even starts laughing.
another time, he scores an absolute screamer and celebrates. he turns around too quickly. elbows his own teammate.
"BRO."
"MY BAD."
"YOU BROKE MY NOSE."
"BUT YOU LOOK COOLER NOW."
every referee knows him by name.
"ryusei shidou."
"yeah?"
"please."
"i didn't mean it."
"i know."
"he walked into my foot."
"your foot was over two meters in the air."
"exactly."
the internet edits together every accidental collision he's ever caused into one 20 minute compilation titled: shidou ryusei vs the human face.
but the good part? every victim ends up laughing afterward because he's so aggressively apologetic.
"SERIOUSLY, MAN, I'LL BUY YOU DINNER."
"YOU GAVE ME A CONCUSSION."
"AND DESSERT!!”
karasu tabito – football's undefeated king of sarcasm
karasu could answer every interview normally. he simply chooses not to. to him, life is more entertaining this way.
reporters walk into interviews thinking they're asking questions. they leave feeling like they got roasted for free.
"karasu, were you surprised by today's result?"
"nuh."
"you expected to win?"
"i expected 22 people to chase a ball."
"... i guess that's one way to put it."
another reporter asks, "how did you manage to stay so composed under pressure?"
"years of dealin’ with stupid questions."
"excuse me?"
"what? ya asked."
he says everything with the most casual smile imaginable, making it impossible to tell whether he's joking.
during one match, an opposing player starts trash talking.
"YOU'RE NOT EVEN THAT GOOD."
karasu looks at the scoreboard. looks back. and goes "damn."
"?"
"must've imagined the score then." he walks away, leaving the guy gagged.
another time, someone dramatically falls over trying to draw a foul.
karasu doesn't even look concerned. he crouches beside them. tilts his head.
"need an ambulance? or an acting agent?"
yellow card. worth it.
the commentators secretly adore him.
"karasu appears to be exchanging words..."
"oh! we unfortunately cannot repeat that on television."
post-match interviews are basically stand-up comedy.
"any message for your critics?"
"yeah."
"go ahead."
"watch the game next time."
clips of him answering questions with the driest sarcasm imaginable become football twitter's favorite reaction videos.
he's accidentally created an entire genre of memes.
kaiser michael – football's biggest hater that’s also always aware of every camera angle
kaiser has never complimented another footballer without sounding like it physically hurt him.
"thoughts on today's opponent?"
"i dunno, they existed."
"they're one of the best teams in europe."
“mmm. debatable."
"their striker scored twice."
"he was lucky."
"your teammate had an incredible performance."
"it was acceptable."
"could you say something nice?"
"... his cleats matched, i guess."
that's the nicest thing anyone gets all season.
people start making compilations titled: kaiser attempting to compliment people (failed).
someone asks him about isagi, which you should NEVER do btw.
"he played like shit."
"oh?"
"that's all."
"no praise?"
"nein."
another interviewer tries. "what makes rin so dangerous?"
"mein gott, he's so damn annoying."
"because?"
"he keeps scoring."
"so... he's good?"
"i didn't say that."
"you literally implied it."
"that was your interpretation."
meanwhile, his second superpower is genuinely terrifying – he always knows where the camera is.
nobody understands it. hidden cameras, fan cameras, drones, broadcast cameras, someone's iphone in row 37. he finds them. every. single. time.
teammates start testing him.
"there's no camera over there."
kaiser casually turns 90 degrees and smiles. somewhere in the stadium, a fan screams because he looked directly into their phone lens.
after scoring, he'll celebrate facing the exact camera that gets the cleanest slow-motion shot.
photographers swear he's psychic.
"how did he know?"
"he blinked at lens 3."
"WE HADN'T EVEN SWITCHED TO LENS 3 YET."
the memes write themselves.
ness alexis – professional yapper, full-time "erm actually 🤓☝️" employee
ness cannot answer a question in under 3 minutes. he just can't.
ask him what he had for breakfast. congratulations. you're getting the agricultural history of wheat.
"ness, how did training go today?"
"well, that's actually a very interesting question because if we're talking specifically about today's session, we first have to establish what constitutes productive training, and statistically speaking–"
"ness."
"yeah?"
"one sentence please."
"... it was good."
everyone applauds.
another reporter asks something simple: "how's the weather?"
"erm, actually, according to the meteorological forecast, humidity is technically a larger contributing factor than temperature itself–"
"..."
"it's sunny."
teammates have started baiting him on purpose.
"ness."
"yeah?"
"did you know sharks are mammals?"
"ERM ACTUALLY–”
they all walk away before he's finished. he's still explaining.
during halftime someone jokingly says, "gravity feels stronger today."
"well, technically speaking–”
"GUYS RUN. HE'S STARTING." they scatter.
one of his most viral clips happens because a child asks for an autograph.
"you're my favorite player!"
"thank you! did you know the word autograph actually comes from the greek roots autos and graphein, meaning 'self' and 'to write,' which is fascinating because–”
the kid is staring respectfully. "oh… that’s cool."
"sorry." he signs the shirt.
another fan comments, i asked him what time it was and somehow learned the history of clocks.
despite all the yapping, nobody dislikes him because he's so genuinely excited about everything he talks about that it's weirdly endearing.
he'll interrupt himself to say, "oh! sorry, i'm talking too much again, aren't i?"
rin used to b very skittish ab adult creators so he only streamed below his neck but decided to finally show his face when his subscribers + donations suddenly shot up when he accidentally let it slip hehehe once,, soooo pretty when he’s abt to cum ! his face gets so flushed and he gets so much whinier :(( doesnt do much commentary but will start to babble ab how much he needs this when he’s close ‘hng.. fuck! fuck.. m s’close, need this, need this, hah..’ 😵💫
𑣲 nagi seishiro
sei is way too lazy to hv a proper set up nd he’s low budget so the lighting is always dark + graiiiiiny video quality :< he doesnt bother too much with the phone’s angles but it usually only shows his torso ! once in a while when he gets too worked up the phone might tilt a little nd viewers get to see a blurred glimpse of his face >_< he jus cldnt b bothered to jerk off so only posts once or thrice a month 🙁 BUT bcause he’s pent up,, he always cums sooo much, sometimes even hitting the camera ! sei keeps things quick so he ends right after cumming … 😭 Boy… no bye or see u ltr ❓
𑣲 mikage reo
bro does this for the Plot,, already loaded so why else wld he do this if not for the thrill + the abundance of praise for him ! reo really knows how to sweet talk hehe he’s suuuper vocal to guide his viewers on how to touch <33 loves calling his viewers names like: precious, darling, sweetheart ! needs to hide his face for obvious reasons so he always wears a mask ! OOOH ALSO rlly cares ab his subscribers ++ v open to experimenting nd trying out new kinks so he lets his viewers vote on what kind of ‘concept’ they want prior to streaming 🤭 always has all the right angles and they are all crazy high quality (as expected)
𑣲 vivian hugo
cw: slight dubcon (?)
unfortunately :( he doesnt have the highest libido and he’s not the type to care ab his viewer’s preferences/requests nd might get complaints,, talking ab how its UR destiny to b on his account like ❓ ‘shhhh its your destiny that you found m account.. take it.’ ‘you’ll like this soon, learn to like it, learn to like me, you have to.’ ngl ppl finds his attitude a little insufferable but its all good if he’s not speaking 😁 he sounds hot jus breathing into the mic (hence why the view count DROPS the moment he cums and starts yapping ab destiny) audio is sooo breathy and deep, he gets real close to the mic too,, lowk 4d experience if viewers hv headphones on 😭
𑣲 julien loki
number 1 petname lover. (end LOL) julien keeps all his clothing on and only shows his cock bcause he j loves teasing his fans 😞 he’s def the type to do orgasm denial or overstimulation and he WILL talk (degrade) his viewers through it,, ‘amour, you need this yeah? s’too bad you can only stuff that tiny cunt with your fingers’ ‘stop. put those hands away now, dont touch, needy sluts dont get to cum so soon hhm?’ a little mean about it BUUUUT he’s the only one that does aftercare ! will sweet talk you after and stay a little while to chat and check in on his viewers bfr ending the stream <3 tada (not so) surprising but he’s also the only one out of all to offer private services !! EVEN DOES MILESTONE EVENTS LOL
𑣲 michael kaiser
well mihya knows he’s hot so obviously he’s going to flaunt the FUCK out of his body,, insane face card and packing an INSANE size too so 😛 the type to use fleshlights (u almost never see him fist it raw) ++ lots n lots of lube so the squelching sounds r always so loud n lewd :( mean dom so he’s the type to degrade his viewers ‘you wish this was your slutty cunt i was fucking into huh?’ ‘m s’fucking close schatz, better come together with me’ 😵💫 has a praise kink for himself so he cums sooo much quicker when his viewers praise him in chat,, can go multiple rounds so his streams are always long hehe
𑣲 alexis ness
TOP1 WHINIEST CREATOR AWARD,, not the type to show his body so its all audio only but soooo many people tune in !! imo alexis is a switch thts why he brings in so many subscribers ;> people looove his breathy audios ++ genuinely has such a wide catalog,, todays upload could be a service sub overstimulation audio and the next could be a needy top audio like YEAS #GiveMeDatNow 😮💨 he’s the type to no matter what audio, will ask n plead to cum ‘hng please! you’ll let me cum right? you will yeah? thank you… hng thank you liebling.. <3’ :(( he rarely streams bcause he gets embarrassed 🥹 but when he does, ness is the type to do wht the viewers want !! will also use gifts sent frm viewers on stream heheheh
A/N: not proofread ! all characters are aged up in this + in the scenario where they dont play football n r world famous ok 😭 wrote this at 4am bcause i cldnt sleep… its 5am now im supposed to b up in an hour for uni.. #cooked
˚.🎀༘⋆Yandere! Bunny Iglesias was only supposed to act like the good old White Rabbit guiding spirited people to Wonderland. After that, he’d go his own way.
Or so it was meant to be, until he became obsessed with you.
Warnings: female reader; typical yandere behavior (you know what I'm talking about); slightly suggestive, but no adult content (I can't write that stuff 🫶); some murders; questionable use of blood; Bunny thinks his delusion is the solution (someone should tell him, lol); jokes about death; Bunny wants to die but would rather kill someone else; probably OOC.
Word count: 2515.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias always performed the role of the White Rabbit with excellence, never failing to meet deadlines, accompanied by his trusty pocket watch.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias who frightens the other residents of Wonderland with his large, lifeless red eyes. His ever-present smile and rabbit ears do nothing to diminish his intimidating appearance, especially given the scar on his face.
When White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias is assigned the mission to fetch you from the real world, he jokes that he’d rather die than retrieve another stupid human. His queen didn't find the comment funny and nearly had his head cut off—prompting yet another self-deprecating remark.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias had expected picking you up to be an easy task, but ended up with a headache when—because of you—he was late finishing work for the first time.
A real nuisance, seriously.
His red eyes roamed the room, taking in the details: the expensive furniture, the silk sheets, the vanity table cluttered with jewelry and perfumes. It all screamed wealth. He took cautious steps, noticing the large portrait hanging above the headboard... a painting of you. You were smiling gently in the painting, your eyes holding a lively spark he had rarely seen in his lifetime; you seemed to watch him rummage through your room without a hint of judgment, wearing only that same soft expression captured in paint.
Bunny rifled through your belongings without a shred of shame, seeing as you were taking so long anyway. Letters from suitors in the drawers; a candle on the dresser; a solitary cactus by the window; a patched-up stuffed rabbit. There were so many oddities that he wondered if he’d stumbled into the Mad Hatter’s house.
However, he began to grow impatient as night fell, plunging the room into total darkness. Not that the dark was an issue—he had night vision, after all. The problem was that the extra time the Queen of Hearts had granted him was running out, because, for the first time in ages, something had gone off-script.
It was strange, though; the intel he’d been given stated that you spent most of your time in your room and hardly ever left.
Under any other circumstances, he’d risk going after you, without all that waiting around, but he’s received almost no information about you other than the fact that you spend hours in your room.
And that you like strawberry sweets—what a damn useless piece of information; he doesn't need that to pull you out of the real world.
But that wasn't the worst of it; the worst part was that he had wasted all those hours getting distracted, constantly glancing back at the gentle smile in that portrait. A smile that made him want to kill himself with his own hands. That made him scratch at the scar on his face—a scar that, were it not for the white gloves preventing his fingernails from making contact, would be raw and bleeding by now.
And his peaceful gaze in the painting remained, as if he didn't see the white rabbit pacing back and forth, completely distraught. But one could only notice this by looking closely, because his expression stayed the same, with that sad little smile and lifeless eyes.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias is left incredulous when you enter the room, having just been scolded by a maid who was waiting outside. Apparently, you had fallen asleep in the bath for all those hours.
You get the biggest scare of your life when you see a pair of red eyes staring at you from the middle of the room. Your first instinct is to scream, but a heavy hand immediately covers your mouth.
You couldn't make out the face, but it looked like a beast with those red eyes. Even in the dark, you could tell the creature was tall. Very tall. A wall that judged you by your ragged breathing and desperate gaze.
However, the firm grip wasn't enough to hurt, just enough to keep you immobile in place, pressed against the door as you listened to your maid's footsteps walking away.
"We're late." The calm but clearly irritated voice made you tremble from head to toe. "What now?"
Late...?
"[Name] [Last Name], 20 years old, daughter of the viscount…" After that, you hear your entire personal dossier recited, "…usually stays in her room, eating strawberry sweets. Tell me, that’s you, isn’t it?" He stepped closer, narrowing his red eyes in amusement. "I’m going to have to steal you away for a moment. Don’t make a scene."
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias, who found it amusing to see your frightened expression after so long being tormented by that painting of you smiling gently.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias realizes you’d cause a scene if you were taken while conscious, so he needs to "put you to sleep." It’s nothing he hasn’t done before, and since you looked like you were about to faint from fear anyway, he just sped up the process.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias who slips away with you in the dead of night, leading you down the rabbit hole.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias realizes too late that the sleep potion he gave you was actually a memory-loss potion. Now he has another problem besides running late: the person meant to see the Queen of Hearts has no idea who they even are.
And if it weren't so tragic, the scene would almost be comical: a six-foot-three rabbit-man in a rumpled suit, practically tearing his hair out over a stupid blunder. His cool expression had given way to anger.
The problem wasn't that the queen might want to take his head off right now, but rather that everything was going wrong with a task he performed all the time. Bunny wasn't the type to be clumsy like that.
Bunny was fast, efficient, and methodical.
But now? An anxious rabbit with his ears standing straight up.
Meanwhile, you observed the confusing situation—still seated on the checkered floor—knowing only the name the tall man had muttered under his breath. You kept your distance after that; after all, not remembering things doesn't mean you lose the ability to sense whether someone is in a bad mood.
And the White Rabbit was in a terrible mood.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias took you to the Queen of Hearts' castle, despite the whole situation.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias, who had nearly been beheaded yet again that same day, and was spared only because there wasn't a soul in all of Wonderland capable of handling the work he did.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias, who, just when he thought he was off the hook and wouldn't have to worry about you anymore, heard a "but" from the queen. His mood soured instantly.
A heavy silence fell over the royal hall, and the nobles accompanying the queen watched the scene, hiding the lower halves of their faces behind fans made of playing cards. The woman narrowed her eyes at Bunny, scrutinizing everything from his disheveled hair to the hand tightly gripping the watch.
And then she saw you standing beside him, trembling, your hands held stiffly at your sides.
"For your failure, Iglesias," the Queen of Hearts’ cutting voice echoed through the hall, "you shall be responsible for looking after [Name] from this moment on."
"Pardon?"
"I do not think I need to repeat myself. Your ears are large enough to catch my words, aren't they?"
Bunny clenched his jaw and nodded.
"Of course, Your Majesty."
"Then get out of my sight and go back to the hole you call home."
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias was so pissed off by the situation that he avoided looking at your face, because he would end up remembering every mistake he’d made that day and taking it out on you, once again drawing the queen’s wrath.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias takes you to his home: a giant rabbit burrow where he lives all alone.
For the first few days, you feel guilty for having caused so much trouble, believing the story White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias told about you acting violently and accidentally hitting your head hard. Well, neither you nor anyone else needed to know he’d told a few little lies; after all, it wasn't the first time he’d done that to get out of a tight spot.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias knew that if he’d also mentioned the mistake with the potion, he likely would have suffered a fate worse than death—and he only wanted death itself, not something worse. In fact, was it even worth it? Having you living with him was starting to become a problem.
The first month passed, and the first thing Bunny encountered when he arrived home was you smiling gently, holding out your hands for him to hand over his heavy coat. No resentment. No bitterness. You didn't remember how he had forcibly brought you to Wonderland.
Worse yet: you were grateful that he had let you stay in his home.
Poor thing, little did you know.
"Welcome back, Mr. Iglesias!" Your eyes sparkled unbearably, a stark contrast to the lifelessness in his own. "I’m glad you made it back safely."
Instead of replying, Bunny curled his lips into a cold smile and ran a gloved hand through his lavender hair.
"You shouldn't be."
For the first time that month, he had actually answered your greeting, and the response couldn't have left you more unsettled. You blinked, furrowed your brow, and let your shoulders slump slightly.
"Why?"
And, of course, he stopped answering; after all, what could he say? That he wanted to kill himself every time he saw you smiling? That you looked like a specter from that painting you kept in the room in the real world? That the Queen of Hearts would pull you out of there the moment you regained your memories?
Bunny refused to acknowledge it until the first half of the month, but the change he felt every time he came home was inevitable. The fireplace was always lit, keeping the room cozy. Your culinary disasters were costing him more money, yet whenever he was alone, memories of those moments would come back and make him chuckle. His old clothes—now yours—included oversized, rabbit-themed sweaters that looked terrible on him but made you look like the most adorable thing in Wonderland.
The lit fireplace crackled in the background, and your heart skipped a beat when, instead of simply handing you the coat, Bunny wrapped it around you and brought his face close to the side of your neck. He gently rubbed the tip of his nose against your skin, sighing as he realized his scent was transferring to you.
"…" His red eyes darkened. "It’s not good for you to say things like that so easily."
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias, who unconsciously finds himself sitting closer to you during dinner. Seeking out your touch whenever handing something to you or taking it from your hands.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias, who realizes he’s become too attached to you after three months.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias starts having nightmares where you regain your memories and slip out of his control. So, in an act of desperation, he begins stockpiling more memory-loss potions at the back of the wardrobe and makes quick trips to the real world to retrieve some belongings from your old room.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias feels the breath leave his lungs when he discovers you were engaged, and that your fiancé had already laid hands on you before he even knew you existed.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias, who now hugs you every chance he gets—burying his face in your hair, your neck, or your shoulder—just to leave his mark on you as much as possible; he doesn't care about anything else.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias, who struggles to keep a straight face when, out of the blue, you mention that you’ve started remembering a few things.
"And I thought that… you know." You kept your voice low, watching Bunny’s posture. "I think I want to go home."
When he didn't answer, you continued:
"I’ve only been nothing but trouble for you, anyway."
The kettle whistled, and at that same moment, Bunny turned his face slightly, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. This time, his eyes weren't lifeless; they gleamed with something subtle.
Not happy.
Not sad.
Dangerous.
“Why?” Bunny’s voice remained steady, though a closer look would reveal a slight tremor. “Did I do something, dear?”
“I have a life there.” You clutched your sweater, feeling the room grow cold despite the lit fireplace. “I have a family, I have my responsibilities, I have my fiancé...”
"Is that so?"
He approached slowly, extending an arm and running the tips of his fingers, this time without gloves, along the side of your face. A mocking smile appeared on his lips when he noticed you holding your breath.
"I don't think that matters."
"Mr. Iglesias—"
"It's Bunny for you."
You barely had time to react when his lips brushed against your forehead, then your cheek, your chin, your temple. He pressed a little harder against the corner of your lip, displaying a provocative smile.
"See? You felt it, didn't you?" He lets his posture envelop you completely like a heavy blanket. "Your responsibilities vanishing while you're here with me."
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias, who closes his bedroom door that day and sinks to the floor, the weight of the conversation hitting him hard. He couldn't show his desperation. He couldn't let you realize how much he shuddered inside when you spoke of life in the real world, far from Wonderland.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias, who realizes that if the Queen of Hearts finds out he’s keeping you even after your memories have returned, you’ll be forcibly taken away from him.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias who mixes his own blood into the memory-loss potion so that you forget everyone but him.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias who notices that every time he uses the potion containing his blood, you look at him with greater affection and seek out his touch, surrendering yourself to the monstrous claws of a wolf in rabbit's clothing.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias feels that ominous attachment growing stronger and stronger, and suddenly, the potion alone no longer makes him feel secure. So, he eliminates your family—including your fiancé—one by one in the real world, ensuring you have nowhere left to return to but his arms.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias realizes just how far he’s gone when he sees you welcoming him with a gentle smile, no longer wearing one of his old sweaters, but the thick sweatshirt he wears so often. Everything that was his is yours now, too.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias kisses you until you’re both breathless, torn between the desire to die and to live all at once, all for you. These are some of his favorite moments: feeling your heart pounding just as hard as his, and feeling the warmth of your cheeks as he runs his hand over them.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias knows he doesn’t deserve anything you give him, but you don’t need to know that.
°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Your new classmate is so strange. He always knows when you need something, as if something were alerting him to exactly what to do to please you.
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In which Yandere! Hiori Yo wakes up one day to find game interfaces appearing before him, and he uses them to win you over—albeit through questionable means. But that’s okay, right? You find him kind of cute.
Warnings: gender-neutral reader; stalker Hiori (act surprised, everyone); emotional manipulation; yandere behavior (in case the Yandere! Hiori Yo in the synopsis wasn't enough); both the reader and Hiori are of legal age (final year of high school); he wants to see your brain; slightly suggestive, but without adult content; toxic and controlling relationship; his first name is Yo, but I’m going to refer to him as Hiori in the narrative.
Word count: 3346.
Hiori Yo didn't usually care much about what was happening around him, more concerned with getting home and leveling up in his games than with forging connections with people. Staying in his room, in front of a screen, was much easier.
Hiori Yo visits a local café one day and spots you at a table, typing rapidly on your laptop. A quick glance reveals that you are programming a visual novel.
Hiori Yo feels his curiosity piqued when he realizes you are his age and attend the high school next to his.
Hiori Yo starts leaving the house more often just to see you at that table, programming your romance game. But unfortunately, this change in routine lasts only two weeks, because one day, you stop showing up.
Hiori Yo takes advantage of knowing your school and its location to see you again. It is simply to ensure you are okay; do not expect any interaction—after all, he doesn't want you to know.
Hiori Yo wonders to himself if what he is doing is wrong, but he brushes aside that heavy feeling, telling himself he isn't hurting anyone.
Hiori Yo can’t help but notice how different you are outside the café. Your posture is hunched; people walk past you as if you were a mere shadow. A girl accidentally bumps into you and doesn’t even apologize, getting pulled along by her friend instead. You stumble on the sidewalk and nearly fall. The blazer tied around your waist slips, and you trip once more.
Hiori Yo almost laughs.
Hiori made sure to move with slow, silent steps, occasionally hearing the sound of a leaf crunching underfoot. He wore a black cap, sunglasses, and a mask he had found at the back of a drawer, one that, unfortunately, was irritating a pimple on his chin.
Meanwhile, you were trying to balance your stuffed bag, the blazer that kept slipping down, and a shoelace that had come undone; you looked like a penguin on dry land. Hiori watched as you sat on a nearby park bench to tie your sneakers, adjust your bag’s strap, and drape your blazer over your shoulders like a cape instead of tying it around your waist.
Hiori found you so adorable that he couldn't help but take a picture.
You weren't at your best—far from it, actually—but you seemed more human, less like that repetitive figure he saw at the café. And he should have stopped there, he swears, but you looked so photogenic when beams of late-afternoon sunlight enveloped you along the way, making him focus his phone’s camera on you once more. It was as if you were bathed in gold, and it made him hold his breath for a moment.
Click.
He immortalized you twice in his phone’s gallery, and twice more when he printed the photos at home.
Hiori Yo, who, upon seeing a shooting star through the window that night, decides, just for a laugh, to make a wish: that his life be like a game.
Hiori Yo wakes up the next day to a glowing blue interface in front of him, asking him to register his name in the system. The screen not only floated but was also translucent, and it would display small glitches if he touched an area that wasn't a button.
Hiori Yo realizes that the shooting star has granted his wish and that he now has an entire system at his fingertips. He can monitor heart rates, vitamin levels, school grades that teachers have recorded but not yet posted, and the addresses of every citizen in Kyoto—along with a vast array of other information he didn't have time to explore, lest he be late for school.
Hiori Yo takes the opportunity—right in the middle of class, while the others are distracted by their own conversations—to poke around in the places he hadn't managed to explore yet. Oh, and his eyes, once dull, light up with interest when he spots a camera icon.
Hiori Yo realizes he can access the phone's gallery through that screen. Random screenshots he’d never actually use, payment receipts, that game he’d found interesting in a shop window but hadn't had the money to buy yet… and you.
Hiori’s fingers waver before hesitantly tapping the icon of the photo where the sun’s rays bathed you on the way home. You looked so silly with that blazer draped over your shoulders, and Hiori couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if, instead, it were his gakuran enveloping you. If, rather than worrying about that heavy bag, he were the one holding it in one hand while the other pulled you closer.
What were you like up close?
How did you speak?
How did you smile?
How did you cry?
In any case, those questions fell silent as soon as he saw the magnifying glass icon in the corner of the photo. Shrugging, Hiori clicked on it.
Hiori Yo freezes completely when he discovers he can pull up the data of everyone he has a photo of, meaning he has your information. After that, he clicks every possible button, falling down a rabbit hole that reveals everything from basic details to secrets you never wanted anyone to know.
Now what? Hiori Yo knows everything.
Hiori Yo quickly realizes that he can access his own information too, and that he can change many details about himself: place of residence, eye color, hair color, height, his room —as if he were inside The Sims, with a screen that let him add or remove walls whenever he wanted. He himself had become customizable. But you know what? The detail that stood out the most was the option to change schools.
After all, you were feeling lonely, weren't you?
And wow, that system was great!
As soon as Hiori transferred from his school to yours, his parents didn't even bat an eye, as if they’d been completely brainwashed—which was actually the case. He took the same route he used to take when stalking you after class; the only difference was that now he was heading there as a student.
The gates were different, as were the faces, the bike racks, and, of course, you. He kept a safe distance when he saw you pass through the gates, but he dared to get a little closer, close enough to notice your book nearly slipping out of your bag.
He was so used to blending into the shadows that all eyes were on him only when he introduced himself to the class at the teacher's request. Cyan hair matching his eyes, delicate features, tall and, above all, a nerd. He didn't even try to hide it; his bag was covered in keychains and pins from various game franchises.
He walked calmly to the back of the room and sat at the only empty desk behind you, right by the window. As he passed by, your eyes widened at the fresh, floral scent, and you almost asked for the name of the perfume. But it would have been really strange to ask a guy who had just arrived, and the teacher was already filling the board.
Taking a deep breath, you tried to refocus, only to hear a faint spritzing sound behind you. You glanced discreetly over your shoulder and caught your new classmate spraying more of that same perfume you had smelled.
Now you had the name of the perfume!
Hiori Yo finds it amusing when the system notifies him that you like his perfume, and he takes advantage of the situation. Now, he applies twice as much before heading to school, knowing you get flustered whenever he sits behind you.
Hiori Yo discovers, via the system, where you are publishing your visual novel. A week later, he sees that you’ve added a character who looks just like him; he finds it so entertaining that he can’t stop smiling as he stares at the screen.
Yandere! Hiori Yo, who becomes obsessed with knowing everything you want and tries to make the most of that.
You wonder if you’ve ended up on a hidden-camera prank show.
At first, when Hiori Yo was introduced to the class, you saw him as nothing more than a pretty face. Someone who wore great perfume. A nerd like you—only he didn't hide his interests the way you did. In short, a source of inspiration for your dating sim.
He didn't need to know that, though. Plenty of creators base characters on real people, but, aside from the fact that you barely exchanged more than a simple "good morning", he might get the wrong idea if he saw the game's premise.
But seriously, how did he know you so well if you barely talked?!
He guessed your favorite color during a social gathering organized by a teacher. He shared his bento with you, and the food happened to be exactly what you’d been craving the day before. He "accidentally" bought two of your favorite drink from the vending machine and gave you one. He gave you a pen with a pom-pom on the end, the kind you never quite found the time to buy yourself. And whenever you asked how he knew, he’d just say, "I don't know, it just felt right."
Talk about spot-on.
"You should play the lottery or something," you joked, resting your face in your palm.
"I don't think that would work," Hiori dismissed. "I'm not as lucky as I look."
The teacher was absent, so the students used the free time to catch up, play on their phones, or study for upcoming exams. Naturally, Hiori spent the time playing a few rounds on his phone, only to find you peeking at his screen.
"You got two super rare characters in a single ten-pull; how is that not luck?" You huffed. "I wish I had that kind of luck."
He finished leveling up his characters before turning off the screen and setting his phone aside, resting his face in his palm just as you were doing. After long days, you finally seemed more comfortable around him; the crystal floating above your head was glowing a vibrant yellow.
You were in a friendly mood.
Hiori thought he could pull the strings a little more.
“Why? I think you’re quite lucky, [Last Name].” Hiori gave a friendly little smile. “But sometimes you worry so much that you don’t realize it.”
“Realize my luck?”
“Yeah.”
“But Hiori, you don’t understand,” you pouted. “You’re the first person who’s actually spoken to me throughout my entire time in high school!”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” You shivered slightly as you felt Hiori’s index finger tracing the outline of your other hand, which was resting on the desk. “I can take care of you now.”
It was so… intimate.
It wasn’t anything major, yet you felt your heart racing and worried he might notice. But instead of focusing on your reaction, Hiori kept tracing your hand, noting how warm your skin was compared to his.
So full of life.
“Is everything okay?” Hiori gave you a concerned look, suppressing a smile as he watched the crystal above your head slowly change color. “You seem distracted.”
Yandere! Hiori Yo, who discovers a new pastime after that day: teasing you—just enough to watch you struggle to see him as only a friend. It’s always a sight to behold, watching that yellow crystal get bombarded by pink-hued attacks.
Yandere! Hiori Yo, who believes that the harder the chase, the more satisfying it will be when you finally fall for him. Sometimes he can’t even sleep, imagining you standing beneath the cherry blossom tree, confessing your feelings to him.
Yandere! Hiori Yo, who becomes increasingly obsessed with you whenever he remembers that you want to pursue a career in game production after graduation. He already views game producers as geniuses and saviors—but when it comes to you? He wants to crack your skull open and kiss your brain.
Yandere! Hiori Yo, who has a habit of checking up on you in the system whenever he's alone.
Yandere! Hiori Yo, who has to stifle a squeal of delight when he sees your pink crystal.
Damn, finally.
In the midst of it all, you were a poor, lost sheep.
Darling, the moment Hiori realized you liked him, he made sure to shower you with as much attention as possible, without ever seeming desperate. He wasn't a fool; he knew about that annoying neighbor who’d had a crush on you since childhood, or that classmate who got shy whenever you walked by.
In other words, just because you liked him didn't mean those feelings couldn't change. The bottom line: he’s going to try to make you just as obsessed with him as he is with you!
So, he’ll bind you to him with subtle compliments, lingering touches, and by fulfilling the desires you never voice aloud—but which he knows about anyway.
Because Hiori knows exactly what you want.
And you have no idea how he takes advantage of that.
Even the moment he kisses you for the first time is exactly when you wanted it, when you felt the mood shift. And if the moment felt right to you, it did to Hiori, too.
The two of you alone in the classroom, responsible for cleaning up after school hours. A broom here, a cloth there, and an hour later, golden hour rays illuminated the room. They lit you up just like in that photo Hiori took months ago.
And then you finished putting the last desk in place, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you, leaving your body limp and your thoughts a bit hazy with the longing to go home. But more than that, you wanted nothing more than to be in one of those shoujo manga you used to read, because Hiori looked ethereal, the golden light illuminating his cyan hair like a sunset at the beach.
If you could wish for anything in that moment, it would be a kiss from him.
Imagine your surprise when he stopped staring into the void—what was he looking at so intently?—and looked at you. Not just into your eyes, but into your soul, as if he were reading every single one of your thoughts.
And he walked to the back of the room, just like on his first day, with the same scent and calm expression.
But his pupils? They were so dilated that you thought they might consume you.
"[Name]."
Oh, right, you two were on a first-name basis now. It wasn’t a drastic change, but for someone who harbored feelings for him, hearing him say your name like that, while you were longing for his mouth on yours, felt awkward. It made you feel like a terrible friend.
You put the dustpan and broom away in the locker, muttering a "what?" in response to his call. However, the moment the metal door clicked softly shut, you held your breath as a shadow fell over you and a hand pressed against the locker, pinning you in place.
Hiori brought his face close to yours; you saw your life flash before your wide eyes as the reality of the situation hit you full force. Your back was pressed against the locker, his chest nearly touching yours.
"Can I try something?" His other hand tilted your chin up, his breath mingling with yours. "Only if you let me."
As if he didn't already know.
He found it so cute the way you shrank back slightly, hands held close to your chest, without making any move to push him away. A mere, gentle nod from you was all it took for his lips to meet yours.
But Hiori didn't just press in—far from it; he tilted his face just enough for his lips to fit perfectly against yours. The hand resting on the locker behind you wandered to the back of your head, and he used his height to gently press you against the metal surface.
You gasped for air after a moment, sending shivers all over Hiori and causing the hand behind your head to tighten its grip on your hair. But he didn't pull away, not when the two of you fit together so perfectly, like puzzle pieces. Not when the sunlight streaming through the window made everything feel warmer.
"Can I try a few more things?" Hiori’s kisses spread across your face before trailing down from your jawline to your neck. "Please," he pleaded in a low voice.
His hand loosened its hold on your head, allowing you to offer him easier access to your neck. And you did, taking the chance to fill your lungs with air now that he had given you room to breathe—busy as he was showering you with kisses. Soft ones. Lingering on every spot. Exploring exactly what made your body go limp against his.
"Mm," you sighed contentedly, deciding to try something yourself by running a hand through his hair and pulling him closer.
You didn't even know exactly what you were doing, but you didn't want to leave Hiori to do it all on his own. Not that he seemed to mind taking charge of the moment; instead, he welcomed your initiative, encouraging you with a lingering kiss on your collarbone, right over your white shirt.
"I think I need to test this out a bit more…"
That was the instant you felt his fingernails scraping and digging into the back of your neck, hard enough to leave marks. It scared the hell out of you, causing you to instinctively kick him right between the legs.
Only the two of you know just how many apologies you stammered out that afternoon afterward.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo believes that the moment he earned the title of "your boyfriend," he gained the right to control every aspect of you.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo finds himself falling deeper and deeper for you after entering a relationship. The system only exacerbates this unhealthy obsession by handing him all that information on a silver platter. He knows where you are, what you’re thinking, and who you’re talking to besides him—it’s rare, but he feels thorns growing in his throat every single time.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo becomes an expert on you and feels a perverse pleasure in knowing he understands you better than anyone else in your life. And since he’s the only one who knows you so well, why do you still insist on saying you want to meet other people? Are you stupid? Just look at him!
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo, who didn't hold you quite so gently after you mentioned going to that neighbor's birthday party. Hiori’s arms felt like iron chains, and at no point did he let you see his blank expression.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo, who used the system to change the addresses of people trying to get close to you, sending them off to distant cities. Whenever that happened, he’d pull you into "spontaneous celebrations", which amounted to him showing up at your house with a cake from the very same café where he’d first met you.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo supports you when you talk about making games, and he finds it endearing how you shyly look away when mentioning that you created a character inspired by him. You are so happy about his support that you throw yourself into his arms, unaware that he already knew all of this before you even met him for the first time.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo realizes you’ll never reach the same level of obsession that he has. The absurd number of photos of you, the possessive grip on your shoulders whenever he drapes his gakuran over you—just as he’d always wanted—, and the constant monitoring of what you’re doing.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo loves projecting the image of the perfect boyfriend, all while knowing he is the worst kind of person to have caught the attention of.
He isn’t just the new classmate who became your boyfriend; he is a sadist who is devouring your freedom without you even realizing it.
A/N: Goodness, I almost died writing the kiss! I hope it didn't turn out too badly 🥀 (but the reader kicking Hiori was intentional for the sake of the break lmaoo)
Yandere! Footballer who uses his fame to get you. He makes subtle hints that he's dating someone. But who?
You, of course!
He makes subtle slip ups in an interview, cryptic Instagram posts and other things that lead fans to your Instagram. All of a sudden, hate comments flood your notifications.
"How dare you get with him?"
"Is it true you hunted him down just to fuck him for some clout?"
"I can't believe you're in it for the money."
Those are the tamer ones. The other comments/dms you would get include calling you mean names like "whore", "bitch", and other depravity you would not ever talk about.
You're a normal person that posts once in a while, or every so often, not because you have fans to post for. You try to push it off and convince yourself it's all going to die down soon enough but he doesn't let it. There's posts that fans psychoanalyze for no reason and somehow it comes back to you?
It's all alleged until he starts following you, and all hell breaks loose.
Being the gentleman that he is, he finally appears at your doorstep with flowers. He gives you that empathetic look and asks, "do you wanna talk?"
Biting your lip in hesitation, you agree to let him in.
"I don't want this," you start.
"I know you don't, but I want to give you a choice," he elaborates.
You take a deep inhale, ready for whatever he's about to propose but you don't know the true weight of the future.
"It's either you bear being known as a "slut" to everyone, or you actually come home with me and we sort things out," he watches you in amusement. "I can make the parasocial fans disappear with one story, as long as we make it official."
"I-" you want to say something, to fight back, but nothing goes past your lips.
"So?" he uses one finger under your chin to make you look at him.
"I-I don't know what to say..." you mutter.
"Just come with me, it's the safer option of the two, no?" he asks, a spark in his eyes that sends shivers down your spine. Possessiveness? Lust? Control? You have no idea, but what you do know is you never wanted this.
"A-are you kidding?" you blurt out.
His expression turns dark. "Do you think I'm joking about this? Is me soft launching us a joke to you?"
"What— no!" you exclaim.
"Alright then, what's your choice?" he asks. "I'll give you some time to think about it."
He leaves you alone in your apartment— thinking and confused.
in honour of the world cup except this is not about a certain football player. also i fucking hate argentina football team & messi so merino better not mess this up.
Summary: you get roofied at a party and taken advantage of by someone in your intoxicated state, who you 100% believe to be Satoru, but Suguru doesn't think so. In fact, he's convincing you it isn't him.
Pairings: Suguru geto x f!reader x Satoru gojo
Warnings: MDNI, NONCON, IMPLIED PAST NONCON, Intoxication/Drugging, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Noncensual filming/Sharing of material, P in V, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Cheating(?), Sato x Sugu, MMF, Everyone is 21+ in this fic, Suguru defending his pos friend Satoru, They're genuine pieces of shit so beware like they're absolutely disgusting. If you know some like this irl do not hesitate to slime them out or report to the authorities because wtf, DD:DNE + not proofread. Block me if you're uncomfortable.
WC: 2.2k / based off this idea post, idea 3 is going to be a part 2 for this fic most likely.
do not romanticize/normalize dark content irl.
A/N: please read the warnings carefully and do not proceed if you're triggered, Satoru and Suguru are genuinely so disgusting to the point I'm warning you again.
“Suguru— you have to believe me. I swear it was him.” You huff out in frustration.
“No way. I know him more than anyone, why would he ever do that to you? Especially when he knows you're my girlfriend mhm?” Suguru drawled, shaking his head while gently caressing your hair.
“But— it was him! I couldn't take a good look at his face but the white hair? Who else has white hair except for him?” You insist, pushing his hand way.
“Satoru doesn't have any lack for women, why would he seek you out? His bestfriend's girlfriend huh? Not only that but intoxicate you and force himself on you? He has no need for that.” Suguru defends him, brows furrowing in irritation the longer you're continuing this topic. You've been discussing this with him for the past thirty minutes.
“You can truly never know the reason—”
“Listen, I get it. What you went through the previous night was horrible. And I would never blame you for it. In fact, I blame myself because I was the one that left you alone,” His voice cracked slightly with emotion as he grabbed your shoulders, pulling you into a tight hug. “I am truly sorry, that happened to you. I hope you can forgive me. I should've never left your side.” He mutters as he caressed the back of your head.
You melted into his arms, the emotions swirling back in your gut again as you felt his gentle embrace, you felt like crying again, but you held back the tears.
“But one thing that I can't have you do— is blame my close friend. Because I know it wasn't him. He isn't the type to do that. You also could've just been very high to the point you hallucinated the white hair.” He pulls back from the hug, staring at you with much conviction.
“How can you be so sure?” You asked, wondering why he isn't believing you.
“Because he was with me.” Suguru answers shortly which makes you freeze.
What?
“He was with me that night, in fact, he was the reason that night I had to leave, I remember telling you right before I did.” He recounted, grabbing your face so gently.
He was right, Suguru told you that Satoru stirred some trouble up and left urgently that night, he was visibly irritated when leaving you alone at the party.
How could you forget?
Then who was the man on top of you? You only remember the tuft of white hair, never actually his face. You immediately assumed it was Satoru because he is the only one with white hair.
Now your gut churned in anxiety, feeling bad that you were accusing someone innocent of doing something so horrible while the real perpetrator's identity remains unknown. You took in deep breaths.
What made it worse was the fact that earlier to this conversation— you confronted Satoru in the living room cause he was over to hangout with Suguru since they didn't have any classes today, you cursed him out really badly before Suguru pulled you away into your shared bedroom to calm you down and discuss it with you.
Sensing your mood, Suguru's hands trail down your neck and rest on your shoulders. “We'll figure this out together, I'm here for you baby. But you should probably apologize to him first.” He suggests, giving you a squeeze. You bite your lip in hesitation, feeling extremely guilty.
“Yeah, you're right.” You reply, turning back on your foot and leaving the bedroom and back to the living room where Satoru was sitting on the sofa, mouth pouted and lost in his thoughts. He snaps out of them when he sees you return, followed by Suguru from behind.
“I- uh, I'm sorry. Sorry for lashing out. I just had a horrible fucking night. And blamed you because you were the only one with the white hair, but now that I think of it, I think I might've just hallucinated the color too. I don't know anymore.” You sigh, pinching your brows as you apologize, your voice trembled with unsurity.
Satoru gives you a small smile that makes your heart ache even further. “It's alright. You're aren't in the wrong to assume that. I would too.” He reassures you, pulling you into a friendly hug.
You smile back at him, this situation coming to an end, you make a mental note to try and figure out the identity of the person later on, maybe use some help from someone.
“Oh fuck, I'll be late for my afternoon class. I'll go get ready now.” You announce before leaving the room and going back into your bedroom to get ready.
Suguru makes sure you're fully gone before he lightly smacks Satoru in the head.
“It was you, wasn't it?” Suguru asks, raising an eyebrow, Satoru shakes his head innocently. Suguru narrows his eyes shooting a glare at him. Satoru drops the act immediately, groaning as he falls back on the sofa, sprawling over it.
“Ugh fine yeah, it was me. I couldn't help it, your girlfriend is so fucking hot dude.” He admits, rolling his blue eyes. “Besides, we always shared everything you know.” He shrugs.
Suguru let's out a sigh of disappointment before he too sits down on the sofa.
“She's sensitive, if you wanted to fuck her that badly, I could've just prepared another arrangement.” Suguru hissed, smacking Satoru on the head again. “You used a pretense to lure me out just for this? You could've just asked me, I wasted gas over your stupid shenanigans.” Suguru quipped, withdrawing his hand.
“I didn't think you'd agree, cause you know, you love her and shit.” Satoru replied, folding his arms. Suguru just exhaled, shaking his head at Satoru's stupidity.
“You're my bestfriend dude. I was in the bedroom defending your ass even though I knew it was indeed you.” He lectured.
“Bros before hoes?” Satoru asked raising his eyebrows, which earned him another smack in the head.
“She's not a hoe. Be respectful.” Suguru blurted.
Silence fell over the two of them for a bit.
“Did you film it?” Suguru inquired, raising an eyebrow in curiousity.
Satoru let out a knowing grin before he nodded.
“Want it?” He teased Suguru, wiggling his eyebrows that made Suguru chuckle.
“Fuck yeah, obviously.”
Satoru shared the video with Suguru, who wasted no time in opening it and putting it in full screen.
The camera was shaky as Satoru thrusted into your cunt, focusing on the way you're so out of it. He grabbed your chin, caressing your bottom lip before he shoved his finger inside.
“Like my cock baby?” Satoru asked in the video, you nodded desperately, so fucked out, your eyes we're glazed over and blanked out, your hair was disheveled and messy, and spit coated the corner of your lips as you drooled.
“Ngh— Yes— oh fuck!” You moaned arching your back, feeling him hit the right spot. You closed your eyes in pleasure as Satoru continued to ram himself inside you.
He grabbed your one of your tits, squeezing it with his free hand and tugging on the nipple.
“Your tits are so fucking hot baby.”
The camera quickly shifts downwards, giving full HD view at the part you guys were connected, Satoru was splitting you open as he thrusted in and out.
“Say my name darling, tell me who's making you feel this good yeah?” Satoru utters, his voice shaky as he was nearing his high.
“You— you.”
“Who am I?”
“S-Suguru.” You moaned, voice breathy.
Suguru gripped the phone tightly, feeling his cock stir in his pants. He looked over at Satoru who had wide grin on his face.
Satoru in the video tutted in disappointment.
“Mhmm, I'm not Suguru sweetheart. Look at me.” He slurred. “Say Satoru.” He instructed you.
“Satoru?” You questioned, furrowing your brows.
“Yes Satoru, don't think too much. Just say it.”
“Satoru!” You gasped his name when you felt him hit your sweet spot.
“Fuck yeah, baby, I'm right here.” He groaned in pleasure, feeling the way your cunt squelched around him.
“'Toru— right there, awh fuck! I love you Sugu.” You blurted out a bunch of sentences after that, switching their names as your brain melted together. You let out the most nastiest cry when you came, cunt squeezing him so tightly, he camera recorded the way it pulsated around him.
Satoru thrusted into you sloppily before he too finished inside you and pulled out, recording the way your cunt was leaking and fluttering as his semen dripped out of you.
Suguru's cock was aching at the sight, he let out a groan as the video stopped and he kept his phone down, mind occupied with the content of it.
“She was acting like it was something horrible that happened to her, but the video just makes her look like a slut.” Suguru grunted staring at Satoru. “What did you mix in her drink?” He asked him.
“A little bit of hypnotics and sedatives and a lotssssss of aphrodisiacs. Being a chemistry major is useful.” Satoru shrugged while grinning.
“You're disgusting and a danger to society.” Suguru playfully punched Satoru's shoulder.
“Oh ew no, I would never do that to anyone unless it's her. Frankly it wouldn't be needed if she let me fuck her normally, but she's too loyal to you.” Satoru sighs, rubbing the area Suguru punched as if he was actually hurt.
“No, continue doing that.” Suguru suddenly says which makes Satoru snap his head towards him. His mouth opens in disbelief.
“Fuck, are you serious?” Satoru asks, elevated.
“Yes. I want to fuck her once in this state too.” Suguru's gaze darkens before he gives Satoru a smirk.
“Man, you're such a bad boyfriend.” Satoru jokes which causes Suguru to chuckle.
“Anyway, need help with that?” Satoru points at Suguru's crotch before placing his palm over it. Suguru shivers.
“She's still at home.” He mutters breathlessly as he feels Satoru grab his cock.
“So? I was your first so I think I have every right to do this.” Satoru mumbles, “She can join too, if she catches us. Holy fuck that would be a dream.”
Suguru's imagination goes wild at the thought of him and Satoru fucking you at the same time.
“We wouldn't have to hide this or sneak around anymore. We just fuck, grab her too and fuck her. Her cunt is so tight by the way. Do you not stretch her out?” Satoru whispers, slowly stroking Suguru's cock through his pants.
“I do— but— oh fuck— I guess we're just too big.” He moans.
Satoru reflexively withdraws his hands when he hears the bedroom door open and you step out, all dressed up really pretty as you hang your bag over your shoulder. Satoru feels his cock twitch at the sight of you.
Suguru lets out a small cough, getting up from the sofa before trudging towards you and giving you a tight hug before grabbing your face and pulling you into an intense kiss.
You were taken aback because you expect him to only peck you, but his lips moved against yours with hunger as Suguru whined into your mouth. You wanted to pull away, feeling awkward that Satoru is watching— but Suguru keeps a hand pressed to the back of your head, making sure you won't escape.
You land small hits against his chest, and only then does he let go, you look at him all flushed, gloss smeared and lips coated in his saliva with a string that still connected you both. You could feel the heat rise up in your face.
“Fuck,” Suguru groans at the sight, his hard-on getting painful each second “Why can't you just stay? Mhm? Skip the classes baby, I wanna fuck you so bad.” He whispers against your lips before smooching them, and pulling you flush against his body. Your eyes widen when feel his cock press into you.
You slightly push him away, still feeling embarassed cause you can feel the stare of Satoru. But you fail to create much distance between you and Suguru as he stays planted, not budging.
You shake your head.
“Already skipped the morning ones, I can't be tardy. I won't go to the library today, okay? I'll come straight home.” You caress his face as he looks at you. He slowly nods, but quickly pulls you in for another kiss, slowly humping against you as his thoughts wander off to the video.
He pulls away from the kiss before kissing your forehead and stepping back.
“Have a nice day. I love you.” He sends you off, waving at you as you smile and turn to leave.
“Love you.” You quickly reply and exit the house.
Within seconds Satoru is pressed against Suguru, grabbing him and guiding him to the couch as he pushes his lips against Suguru's, tongue dipping into his as he moans.
He hums in satisfaction when he tastes you, feeling delighted.
He pulls back, taking Suguru's top off him.
“Man, I wish you had great tits like her. They're fun to grab onto.” Satoru teases making a squeezing motion in the air, causing Suguru to roll his eyes.
“They're also really fun to fuck.” Suguru flexes, which makes Satoru jealous of him.
“I want to fuck her again today, she's so god damn addicting.” Satoru mutters as he undos Suguru's pants.
“Get the shit ready. I wanna join too.” Suguru smirks.
SUMMARY: You have the perfect boyfriend, he's everything you have ever wanted and wished for, he's the man of your dreams. You're also the woman of his dreams, he always makes sure to let you know that and how much he loves you, just that his dreams are different from yours.
CONTENT WARNING: yandere boyfriend : possesive & obsessive behaviour : unreliable narrator : thoughts of non con : controlling behaviour : emotional manipulation : dark thoughts and themes : dead dove; do not eat
You felt his thumb brush past the corner of your mouth, the pad of his thumb wiping away the little crumbs of the avocado toast you were eating, made by him.
You were talking about something and you stopped mid sentence, to give him a huge beaming, radiating smile, your mouth still fully stuffed with the delicious breakfast he had made for you after you returned from the gym.
“So, yeah that's why she won't be coming anymore” you continued swallowing. “Like, that's so scary. Her ex is always waiting for her near the gym, it's for her own good if she changes it, but honestly I am gonna miss her. We had gotten really close the past few days.”
You continued to talk more about that situation as he listened to you, nodding at the things you said. You took the last bite of the toast thanking him for it, it was really delicious and exactly how you liked it.
Since you had moved in with him he always made you breakfast, even on the days he had work, not like you didn't want to do the same for him but he just completely refused, always flirting around the topic when you brought it up and saying stuff like how you can always return the favour in bed only for you to slap his arm.
He smiled, looking at you fondly, his eyes following you as you stood up picking up your plate grinning at him and turned around to put in the sink.
It had only been a couple of months since you had started going to gym. The reason you had given was that you needed to be stronger, what if some bad guys followed you or someone tried to kidnap you and stuff, these days alot of women went missing.
“Babe, I need to be physically stronger plus it's not like it's a bad thing you know?” You had said with puppy eyes, full of hope which you knew always worked on him. Your chin resting on his chest, as you looked up at him waiting for him to say yes, just because you knew he would, he never said no to you.
He had just looked down at you, with a slight smile on his face, his fingers brushing through your hair, “Ofcourse you can baby, you do know that you don't need to ask me right?” He had said with a soft and gentle voice as his fingers combed through your hair, your heart had given a flutter because the way he had looked at you, his eyes full of love. He made you feel so safe and comfortable, so loved and cherished.
Wasn't he just so perfect, a dream boyfriend. He was everything you had ever dreamt for and wanted in a man. You had gotten on your tip toes to give him a quick peck on his lips which had only made him chuckle, fully embracing you, his large arms surrounding you, as he had said something like how he was not going to let you go off the hook that easily, peppering your face with kisses and smooches as you giggled.
He knew you would bring this topic some day or the other, he knew before you had even thought about it, just because he knew you so well.
These days you would always bring up this topic about women safety, and how news was full of them now and then. So, he already knew what was cooking inside your subconscious, he was just waiting for you to finally talk to him about it.
And you were right, women did go missing, a lot of bad things happened to them and that was the reason why he always dropped or picked you up from somewhere, chaperoning you always.
And when he was not he always made sure you were sharing your live location with him.
He smiled at you again, amused at how your brain worked that any of it would help you in protecting yourself, the only thing or more to say a person who was yours could protect you was him.
“Does it hurt anywhere else?” He asked as he massaged your calves as you scrolled through your phone, legs draped over his lap on the couch.
“Nah, that's enough” you murmured feeling drowsy as the ache from the morning excercise had reduced, thanks to him. “Now I feel really sleepy,” you said, putting down your phone on the side.
“Then take a nap” he said, not stopping the massage even when you stretched your arms overhead with a little groan. Following that you stretched your legs too, your calves flexing under his hands.
Slowly you got up into the sitting position and curled up to his side as he lifted up his arm so you could tuck yourself against his chest, and the moment you did, he wrapped it around you pulling your body closer to his.
You pressed your cheeks against his chest, feeling his heartbeat in your ears, his free hand giving short firm press to your aching shoulders as you felt the pain there reducing as his hands worked.
He did so many things without you asking him too, sometimes even you didn't know you needed something but he would have already done it for you. He really was the perfect boyfriend.
You nuzzled against his chest murmuring a soft ‘I love you’ as you heard him say it back, with a kiss on the top of your head.
You hugged him closer, feeling so safe and secure in his arms, that nothing bad could happen to you or even come to you because he was with you. His arms were your safe place, no matter how bad the outside world was inside of these four walls with him none of it mattered or scared you because he was with you, for always and forever.
He saw you lulling into sleep, your eye lashes fluttering, breath slow and even, your body melting into his perfectly, fingers still loosely clutching to his tshirt like even in sleep you wanted him close. So trusting and perfect.
He tucked a loose strand of your hair back to your bun, his hands grazing against the soft skin of your neck.
You were so sweet and so fucking stupid, thinking that getting stronger would be of any help that if you gained a little bit of muscles you could fight back, especially against a man like him, who was twice your size, the kind of man who could pin you down without breaking a sweat if he ever chose to.
He loves you so much, he loves how you trust him, seeing no wrong in him. He wants to see your reaction when he would stop playing this part, the part of your perfect boyfriend.
There would be a day when he would get tired of playing this role eventually and would show his real side, his real face to you. Will you get scared? Will you try to fight him back or worse leave him?
The thought of you trying to fight back one day, using all your strength against him, made him smile for real this time.
It would be so adorable and completely useless.
Though he would protect you, he's your boyfriend afterall, your perfect boyfriend.
He would protect you from the outside world which was full of monsters, monsters like him, the one you lived with inside the safety of your home.
He would protect you from everyone else, just not from himself.
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