Contents/warnings/tags: fluff, slightly suggestive (mainly in Rin’s+Ego’s+Loki’s), reader is super dramatic, probably ooc idk, Ego calls you a slut because he’s flustered lol (≖⩊≖)
A/N: sorry if this is straight cheeks I thought the idea was silly and funny but I’m a bit worried it’s too repetitive or ooc, still fully getting to grips w writing these ദ്ദി( T ᗜ T ) Only did my faves today too lol <3
m.list ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱⭑.ᐟ
Isagi yoichi ˚. ᵎᵎ
Michael Kaiser ˚. ᵎᵎ
Sae itoshi ˚. ᵎᵎ
Rin itoshi ˚. ᵎᵎ
Hiori yo ˚. ᵎᵎ
Alexis ness ˚. ᵎᵎ
Ryusei Shidou˚. ᵎᵎ
Bunny Iglesias ˚. ᵎᵎ
Jinpachi Ego ˚. ᵎᵎ
Julian Loki˚. ᵎᵎ
ᵎᵎ divider credits @/aesverse and @/cursed-carmine ⋆.𐙚 ̊
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you found him behind a dumpster while you were throwing out trash at the end of your shift, trembling so hard in the nights cold he couldnt stay upright. he flinched when you approached him and stayed behind the trashcan with his blue leash in his mouth. tack tucked so tight between his legs it looked like he didnt have one.
“c-can i.. come w u..?”
he whimpered in a shy voice after you gave him bits of your un eattan lunch
you brought him home, wrapped him in a towel, and he was so attached to you its like he had never felt warm before.
from that night on, ness followed you everywhere, if you walk to the kitchen, he walks to the kitchen, if you stop, he bumps into your back and goes
“s-sorry.. sorry..”
if you leave for work, he waits at the door or digs through your laundry.
at home, he has a super cute dog bed you bought him the day after he came home with you, but he never uses it. he prefers being spooned by you or sleeping at the foot of your bed.
he whimpers in his sleep a lot, dreaming about being abandoned again. you scratch his head and he makes a relieved noise like
“mhf… yn..”
ness tries so hard to be a good boy for you, he does chores, brings you things (often cute dog toys he “hunted”), sits oncthe floor next to your legs when you work, resting his head on your thigh.
but hes so sensitive, if you ever give him a mean look his ears go down and lays down in submission.
“i-i didnt mean to do bad… pls dont be mad…”
he says while pawing at your sleeve.
when you come home from literally anything, he bolts to the door as fast as possible.
“ynn!! master!! welcome home imissedyouimissedyouimissedyou!!:3”
tail wagging so hard he almost falls over, rubbing his cheek in the crack of your neck like hes scent marking you while whining all soft.
he gets veryyy needy when hes in his little heats, like crawling into ur lap, burying his face in ur stomach, whining all muffled
“p-please… yn…”
his ears are so sensitive in this time that just brushing them makes him gasp and arch his back and press his chest into yours, he tries to cover them with his hands but you always move them away.
when u scratch the base of his tail he resets or smth, he looks up at u with those glossy puppy eyes like
“d-dont stop… please…”
he likes being called a “good boy” way too much. he would do anything if u say it in that soft voice.
ness is so weak when you tug his collar, his knees literally wobble and he lets out a breathy moan he tries to cover with his hand over his mouth.
ness gets shy about how easily n fast he cums like hell look away all embarrassed and shove his face in you chest or anywhere just to hide, but still thrust into ur hand like he cant help himself.
he folds the second u give him any command. “kneel.”
and hes already on the floor, sitting on his heels, hands on his thigh, tail curled tight and wagging so much because hes so excited he cant sit still.
ness gets overwhelmed very easily. you touch him too long and hes squirming, thighs trembling.
“n-no more… i cant-. i can’t-!!”
but his hips keep grinding against u anyway no matter what he says.
he always asks “am i doing good?” in the softest, most desperate voice bc, while staring up at you with those watery puppy eyes.
ness loves when u pull his hair just a tiny bit. his head tips back so fast, mouth falling open, pupils blown wide, he looks ruined before u even do anything.
after he cums, he’s all shaky and whimpery and clings to u like a baby.
“don’t let go… please… please stay…”
tail wrapped around ur leg like hes tying himself to you so you cant leave him.
he lovesss when u push him onto his back and climb over him. he instantly grabs ur hips but then drops his hands like
“s-sorry! i didnt mean- i wasnt-”
hes so scared of doing the wrong thing he just lays there trembling, waiting for you to start.
ness gets desperate when he starts grinding. his hip rolls, biting his lip, ears pinned back
“yn… i cant hold it… please… please i need it…”
ness gets so scared of cumming too fast hell begs u to slow down.
“i-ill embarrass myself-.. im sorry-.. im s-sorry yn!”
but his body is betraying him so bad, twitching and thrusting into your thigh.
he starts crying when hes overstimulated, soaking ur breasts while he sobs
“too much… too good… yn… yn…”
he goes completely limp when u whisper in his ear. “be good for me.”
and he shivers, melts, and spreads his legs wider without thinking, tail curling around ur thigh.
ness laves.. when u sit on his face😳😳😳. hes so needy he tries to breathe around u, licking desperately, whining into u cus hes begging u to use him more but cant speak due to.. 😳sussyness
when u grind down a little too hard he flinches and moans into u
nagi's first impression of you was that you were a crybaby. and up until today, that hasn't changed.
the most vivid memory he had was during kindergarten when you both were five. he stood like a statue in between you and another girl who was about the same age, both sides of his arms being pulled like he was the rope in a tug-of-war. on his right, you were screaming, "nagi is mine!" while tears and snot streamed down your face. on the other hand (quite literally) was the other girl yelling back the same thing you screamed.
nagi didn't quite understand why you both were fighting over him. but seeing you in shambles like that made him feel uneasy, so he snatched his hand away from her and stood in front of you. "stop crying, it's annoying." he muttered, wiping your snot covered face with his sleeve. "you're such a crybaby, you know that?"
"but she tried snatching you away from me!" you wailed, more tears spilling as if your eyes held a waterfall captive. "i get it, i get it. i won't let anyone snatch me from you again, okay? i'm yours, so stop crying. you look ugly."
"you promise?" you asked, tears coming to a halt, though, you were still sniffling. nagi hummed in response, linking his pinky with yours. "it's a promise." he said. and seeing your beaming smile, warmth settled over his chest, little thuds echoing in his ears. your tiny hands were clasped together, little chubby fingers entwined tightly in each other's grasp. it could've been nothing serious back then, after all you both were children. but nagi never thought of it that way. for him, it was only you. even now, when you stood in front of him, fingers still locked between his, he was still yours.
"stop crying already, you look super ugly." nagi mumbled, holding back a smile as he watched you sob in your wedding dress. "i just—i can't believe we're finally getting married..!" your tears glistened under the bright lights, leaving a trail of happiness on your cheeks. "can't believe i'm getting married to a crybaby."
"can't you say something nice for once?" you pouted, trying to keep your tears in control. "yeah." nagi replied. "you're my crybaby. a beautiful one."
NSFW—you’ve been warned || Virgin!Ness x fem!reader, dry humping, and riding. Wc:423
You and Ness have been dating for 4 months but had yet to have sex, until you brought it up with him while cuddling as you felt his length pressing up against your back. “N-no..it’s fine it’ll go away.” Ness had a sheepish smile on his face, his cheeks burning red. Only 5 minutes went by and he was still just as hard. He had his hands on your waist while poorly attempting to subtly dry hump you.
“Ness.” He immediately came to a halt at the sound of his name. “I’m sorry!! I—“ You cut him off with a quick kiss.
Ness looked like a deer in headlights before snapping back to reality. He propped you up on his lap and kissed you once more, his body tense. He started humping up against your clothed pussy, whining into the kiss.
He pulled back with his hands holding the waistband of your bottoms. “Can I..?” He asked with hesitance in his tone. You nodded, lifting your hips up so he could pull off your bottoms. In return, you also pulled off his.
Ness was drooling at the sight of your pussy, face red as he reached out to feel it. You both gasped at the sensation.
He pushed two fingers inside and pumped. You grabbed onto his shoulders and let out soft moans in pleasure. He pulled back and looked up at you with pure desperation. “Can I—put it in now..?” He mumered while grabbing his cock, positioning it right at your entrance.
You nodded while slowly sinking down on him. The stretch had your legs shaking and Ness whimpering. You started off by slowly rolling your hips down on him. “Scheiße..you’re so—tight, Schatzi” he whined, giving you sloppy thrusts.
“Ness is this your first time?” You moaned, matching his pace. Ness looked away flustered, before looking back up at you and nodding. You grabbed his hand and brought it down to your clit. He rubbed circles on your clit, making his thrust more firm but desperate.
“Y/N, I’m close..” He started rubbing faster, his dick throbbing hard. “Me too..” you breathed out while feeling that familiar coil in your stomach.
Both you and Ness knew better than anyone that he was too weak to pull out. You picked up the pace, your cunt tightening around him as you came. “N-Ness..!” You grabbed on to his shoulders hard. You feel hot spurts going inside of you while he rode out his orgasm.
Ness winced, watching the cum falling out of your pussy.
nagi seishiro isn’t just your boyfriend, he’s your baby, and it’s never been more evident in the way you have to coddle him.
you brush his cloudlike hair as he taps his phone furiously, pouting.
“my teammates are so terrible, it’s a wonder they even hit the install button with their aims,” he huffs as you brush through a knot, making him wince as you pull.
“sorry, baby,” you apologize, giving him a kiss on the cheek before continuing, softer this time.
“‘s okay… look, this guy keeps wiping out my team,” he says, “hiorigurt, i’ll end your bloodline.”
“you’re being bad again, sei,” you say, “what did we say about trashtalk?”
“sorry. jus annoyed…”
you finish brushing his hair before giving him a kiss on the crown of his head, “what’s all the fuzz about, anyway? it’s just a game.”
“it’s fun,” he answers as you rest your chin against his shoulder, watching his phone.
“play with me instead,” you say, peeking at his face.
“but if i afk, i’ll get a penalty…” he glances in your direction for a split second before focusing on the game yet again.
“yeah, but you’re not even having fun. you’re carrying your whole team, look at the leaderboard.”
nagi contemplates for a second before…
“fine. what app?”
“i’m okay, what’s up with you?”
or when he turns and tosses in bed, disturbing even your sleep schedule.
you turn halfway around to face him, “sei?”
he whines, looking away as he lies beside you, his palm against his stomach, “yeah, yeah. this is what happens when i stay up gaming too much, i know,” he says, irritation laced in his tone.
you sigh, sitting up before gently placing his head against your lap, “why are you sulking already? i haven’t even said anything,” you chuckle.
“don’t need to… know you’ll just scold me,” he says, words all tough despite nuzzling his face against your palm as you cup his cheek, practically chasing your touch.
“because you never listen, baby,” you say, moving your free hand to rake against his scalp as you massage him gently. thank God you combed his hair.
“mmh, not true…” he says, already dozing off to sleep in your lap.
you think about how easy it would be to win an argument against him in this condition, but ultimately decide against it. he looks too peaceful, too soft… it’d be like pushing a kitten off you—it’s morally illegal.
just when you retract your hand away, thinking nagi’s fallen asleep, he whines against you, turning to his side.
“mmh… keep going,” he says, “and you haven’t kissed me good night yet.”
ugh, what a baby.
“is that how a polite, young man asks?”
“…please, mommy?”
and don’t even mention how he never does chores.
you’re currently mixing fried rice around in a pan to cook it evenly when nagi comes up behind you and drapes his body across yours, almost making you falter.
“why is there a big ass koala on my back right now…” you ask, side eyeing him playfully.
“why is there a big ass rat in my kitchen using up all my food?”
you push him off of you as he laughs, giving you a few seconds to yourself before wrapping his body against yours once again. honestly, you have no idea how your bodies haven’t melted into one with all the times he’s pulled this on you.
“sei, can you do the dishes after we eat?” you ask.
nagi sighs, “why do i have to do it? i just woke up…”
“because i’m already making breakfast and washed the dishes last night,” you reply, “what have you done?”
“…fine. but only because i’m too lazy to argue,” he answers.
“and then can you to fold the laundry and sweep the floors after? also choki needs watering, and there’s a…”
rin doesn’t like your relationship with his brother
best read after reading this fic but you don't need it to understand this one x
a/n: same couple as all my other sae ficsss, sorry for my disappearance writers block is a male
<3
Rin didn’t mean to end up at the same cafe as his brother and his girlfriend, but some things can’t be helped and he’s enjoying his dessert too much to leave (he shouldn’t really be having it in the first place but everything’s pissing him off more than usual so he thinks it’s okay to treat himself for once). The two of you don’t seem to notice him, so he’s content with staying in the vicinity and observing you from afar.
When Sae said he was bringing a date to his wedding, Rin thought he was bringing someone he knew: someone like Shidou, or even Oliver, maybe a model or someone else the brothers were familiar with. He wasn’t expecting you, a complete stranger, someone he’s never seen before and someone apparently Sae had only just recently met too. Unfortunately, Rin was too busy stressing about the wedding to care too much at the time, glossing over your name in Sae’s RSVP, until he saw you in the flesh on the day of his wedding.
You were wearing a dress that matched the colour of Sae’s suit, and despite the awkwardness between the two of you, even Rin could tell that Sae was absolutely smitten with you and you with him, if anything from just the sickly way you looked at each other. He honestly didn’t (and still doesn’t) care about you and Sae at all, but if there’s one thing that irks him about your relationship, it’s how too smitten he thinks his brother is.
Especially now at this cafe.
The way Sae looks at you as you take pictures of your pastries, helping you move the plates, posing when you ask him to, waiting patiently as you continue to take and retake any pictures; the way Sae then pulls his phone out to take pictures of you, eyes going soft as you pose, softly complimenting you with words like beautiful, gorgeous, perfect; the way Sae drags your chair closer to his once the two of you finish taking pictures, putting his arm around you so that you’re flush against his side; the way you start digging in, feeding each other, looking at each other, talking with each other, laughing with each other, wiping whipped cream on and off of each other-
It all makes Rin sick; this side of his brother isn’t one he sees often, and he wishes it would stay that way.
This can’t be the same brother who commands a whole team, has countries feeding out of his palms; the same brother who destroys dreams on a football pitch, regardless of blood; the same brother who he spent years hating, only recently becoming civil; the same brother who couldn’t know kindness or love even if it took form as a soccer ball, too full of resentment and self loathing that Rin still doesn’t understand fully to this day.
This isn’t the Itoshi Sae that Rin knows.
Reduced to whatever this even is by the hands of a mere girl, you have him completely by a leash. When you present your cheek to his brother, Sae complying with a kiss (a long one at that), Rin’s jaw actually drops, even further at the way Sae looks at you as you giggle up at him, eyes warm with something Rin doesn’t want to admit recognising (it’s the same way he looks at his wife). He doesn’t even realise how long he’s been staring at you two until you’re dragging Sae by his hand to leave, Sae just letting you, and the two of you are gone from Rin’s sight just like that.
Rin finishes his dessert with a harsh scrape on his plate, abruptly standing from his chair to leave without looking back. When he leaves the cafe, he immediately calls his wife for comfort.
-
“Hey, I think your brother was in that cafe just now as well.”
Sae looks down at you with a frown as the two of you walk.
“Really? The one we were just in?” He asks.
“Yeah, I swear I saw him looking at us. Does he still not like me, or something?”
“No, baby, Rin likes you just fine.”
You tug at Sae’s arm with a pout.
“He absolutely doesn’t like me. He’s always glaring at me. You know, one time he told me to stop making you so soft, and that it’s my fault you’re all ‘lovey-dovey’ now. He said I was ‘ruining your reputation’”. You make fake quotation marks with your fingers.
“When was that?”
“At New Years. He was so drunk, so maybe it was the alcohol, but, I don’t think you say that kind of stuff to someone you like…”
Sae can’t help but snort at your words, because he remembers how that night Rin had said something similar to him as well.
“You’re so down bad for her, it’s disgusting.”
Of course, Sae hadn’t taken it to heart (he never does with anything Rin says) but he’d found it funny how after stomping over to him to say that, Rin had immediately left to drape himself over his wife.
It takes one to know one, Sae had thought at the time.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. He’s just… Attached to the past. He’ll get over it one day.” Sae says, moving his arm from your grip to go around your waist instead. “Tell me when he says stuff like that to you, though. He shouldn’t be allowed to speak to you like that.”
You nod against his side, quickly changing the conversation topic to something else, and Sae can’t help but smile as he listens.
You have made him soft, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
<3
This was inspired by this one tiktok i cant remember. Lowkey idek what this is lowkey hate it but. Enjoy!
i LOVE when fanarts are like a nature scene with small characters that you can't even TELL are from a certain fandom. LIKE I DIDN'T NOTICE THIS WAS SAE AND RIN??
Also i dunno the artists of EITHER of these, i found it on pinterest w no credits in the desc whatsoever or a single signature anywhere. So anyone who might know, PLEASE drop their user here so i can credit them 😭😭
Vivian Hugo fanart based on this fic by @kamiflix !! I’ve been yearning for Hugo and bunny so bad guys I want these two men to suffocate me SO BADDD, need Hugo’s fingers in my mouth NOWWW
a/n: inspired by this tik tok video i saw LMAO (i’ll attach it at the bottom of this post)
also this is so off topic, but i just watched the first 5 episodes of sparks of tomorrow on netflix since there’s only that much out rn and that anime has me CTFUUU WHAT IS YOSUKE’S PROBLEM 😭😭😭
synopsis: your boyfriend with kids.
ft. hugo vivian, itoshi sae
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the event had been advertised as "meet france's rising football star!" which sounded incredibly glamorous until you actually got there and realized it was just hugo sitting cross-legged on a colorful kindergarten rug while six children argued over who got to bonk him with a foam football first.
a little girl smacked the ball directly into his forehead.
thunk.
he blinked once.
"again!" she cheered.
"okay."
she did it again.
the volunteer beside you gasped. you gasped. hugo simply picked the ball up and handed it back like this was an average monday for him.
with each minute that went by, it got worse. one kid climbed onto his shoulders without asking. another decided his face looked "too empty" and started decorating it with washable markers.
"hmm..." the little boy hummed seriously. "you need a mustache."
"okay."
"and whiskers."
"okay."
"and sparkles!"
"... okay."
you nearly choked on your own laughter.
"vivi," you called, barely containing yourself, "are you just... letting this happen?"
he looked over with little pink stars scattered across his cheeks and what appeared to be a baguette drawn on his forehead.
"they're having fun."
"... that's your defense?"
he shrugged. "they're five."
later, a tiny girl had somehow braided three colorful ribbons into his dark red hair. another had claimed one of his massive hands and was comparing it to hers with the most serious expression imaginable.
"mine's bigger."
"no fair!"
"you'll get there."
she accepted that answer immediately.
you watched him patiently tie untied shoelaces because little fingers couldn't quite manage bunny loops yet. he listened with complete seriousness as one boy explained that dinosaurs would've been better at soccer than france's national team.
when another child burst into tears because her drawing "looked ugly," hugo silently took the crayon from her, drew the world's most crooked little flower beside it, and said, "mine's uglier." she giggled. crisis over.
your heart did something incredibly embarrassing. this wasn't the hugo everyone else knew. not the man who could play under no pressure in a stadium filled with 80,000 people or the man who answered interviews with one sentence if reporters were lucky.
here, surrounded by tiny humans using him as jungle gym equipment, he just... existed, in a very unbothered way.
a little boy tugged your sleeve. "miss?"
"yeah?"
"is he always this quiet?"
you looked at hugo just as another foam ball smacked him square in the face. "um… pretty much."
"cool."
"cool?"
"yeah! he's like a really big capybara."
you laughed so hard you had to crouch down. that was honestly a fair assessment.
later, as everyone began cleaning up, hugo finally wandered over to you with marker still all over his face.
"what?"
"nothing."
"you're smiling."
"am i not allowed to?"
he narrowed his eyes slightly. "what are you thinking about?”
you reached up and brushed some glitter off his cheek. "i'm just wondering."
"about what?"
you smiled to yourself. "what you'd be like as a dad."
for the first time all afternoon, the great, unreadable vivian hugo actually paused. then he tilted his head, chuckled softly, and blurted out: "our kids would probably draw on my face, too."
your mouth parted in surprise before you laughed. "and you'd let them."
"yeah." another tiny shrug. "it's just marker."
your heart absolutely betrayed you. that tiny, completely casual answer painted a picture so vivid you could almost see it – little shoes by the front door. crayon drawings on the fridge. a sleepy baby with his hair color asleep on his chest while he watched game film.
and hugo, sitting there with another ridiculous mustache scribbled across his face… acting like it was the most normal thing in the world.
oh, you’re so screwed.
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the park had been peaceful for exactly three minutes. the moment had been ruined when sae noticed the elementary school boys playing soccer.
you noticed the look on his face. "don't."
he glanced at you. "don't what?"
"whatever you're about to do."
"wow. you're assuming a lot."
five seconds later, he had ended up standing in the middle of their scrimmage with his hands in his pockets while six sweaty little boys stared up at him with sparkling eyes.
"are you really sae itoshi?!"
"yeah."
"woaaah!"
"can you watch us play?"
"... sure."
you smiled. oh? he's being ni–
"number seven," sae interrupted after exactly 20 seconds in.
the tiny boy froze. "m-me?"
"yeah."
"what?"
"you're hiding. you keep standing behind your teammate because you're scared to ask for the ball."
the little boy's jaw dropped. "i-i'm not scared."
"you are."
"... am not."
sae tilted his head. "then why haven't you touched the ball in the last two minutes?"
the other kids slowly turned toward number seven.
"... he's got a point."
number seven looked like he had just witnessed the collapse of civilization. you buried your face in your hands. oh my god.
the match resumed. 30 seconds later–
"blue shirt."
another child looked up.
"your first touch is too heavy. the ball isn't trying to escape. so stop kicking it like it owes you money."
the other boys burst into laughter.
"HE DOES KICK LIKE THAT!"
"I TOLD YOU!"
blue shirt looked absolutely devastated.
you quietly walked over to sae. "amor."
"what?"
"they're like eight."
"yeah? they'll improve faster if someone tells them."
"... gently though. don’t you think?"
he blinked. "i am being gentle."
you stared at him. he stared back. he genuinely believed that.
one kid finally puffed his chest out and pointed. "then YOU do it!"
"okay."
sae slipped into the game without another word. he didn't sprint or even look particularly interested. he simply took one touch… another… nutmegged one kid so cleanly the poor boy actually turned around looking for the ball… threaded a pass between four tiny defenders… and flicked it perfectly into the makeshift goal.
"that's how."
there was complete silence before one little boy whispered with tears in his eyes: "i think i'm retiring..."
you had to physically turn away so they wouldn't see you laughing, even though your heart did break for them, too. but then… instead of walking off, sae picked the ball back up. "again."
the kids blinked. "what?"
"try again." he tossed the ball to number seven. "this time, ask for it."
the little boy hesitated. "... pass!" louder. "PASS!" the ball came to him. he actually trapped it. his face lit up like he'd just won the world cup. "i did it!"
"yeah."
"did you see?!"
"obviously."
there it was. so subtle you almost missed it. sae wasn't being mean just to be mean – he only refused to lie to them. if they messed up, he'd tell them. if they improved, he'd make them prove it. it was... strangely effective.
as the kids happily chased the ball again, you leaned closer. "is this why rin doesn't answer your calls?"
"mm, probably."
he said it with such complete indifference that you nearly laughed yourself into the grass. "you're unbelievable."
"he got better, didn't he?"
one of the boys suddenly shouted across the field: "MR. SAE! I ASKED FOR THE BALL!"
sae gave him a single nod. "good."
the child celebrated like he'd just received a knighthood.
you watched the scene unfold – the tiny boys running around with renewed determination, your boyfriend standing there with his usual unreadable expression, somehow crushing their egos and rebuilding them in the span of 10 minutes.
you sighed. "our future son is going to come crying to me after practice, isn't he?"
without missing a beat, sae answered, "only once."
"because you'll comfort him?"
"because he won't make the same mistake twice."
you now understood at least 80% of the itoshi brothers' childhood.
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