Do you take smut requests? If yes maybe giving Iso a blowjob? 👀 I wanna choke on that dick ngl
What the hell guys I would never ever write smut what the fuck
(NSFW under the cut 🤤)
How did you even get here?
One second, you were teaching this newbie Agent the basics of proper spike defusal. He was pretty cute, his hands were shaking and everything, and when you'd hold him to stay steady, you felt like he'd just start shaking even more.
You could tell he wanted something from you. You could tell by the way he was breathing heavily, purposely messing up just so you can touch him some more. And when you do touch him, you could almost hear his small whimpers. Was this guy a manwhore or what?
This poor, poor guy. You thought that maybe he just needed some help, maybe you can take him into your room and "talk" to him or something.
Now, here you were, giving this poor man a great time. You didn't expect this guy to have the biggest dick you've seen in your entire lifetime.
Sure, you've never given head to anyone before, just seeing a couple pictures of dicks because horny fucks online love sending them, but this guy's cock was just too much.
His dick was practically standing proud and tall, his tip leaking copious amounts of precum. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that this is Niagara Falls.
This guy was a whimpering and moaning mess. He was begging you to touch him already, jerking his hips upwards.
"Chill out," you laugh, "You're leaking so much."
You poke the tip a few times, which led to more precum, and loud moans from Iso.
Goddamn this man was fine. Maybe you'd give in to your worldly desires just this once.
You slowly stroke his cock up and down, eliciting whimpers from him. Your fingers were stained with his sticky cum, but that didn't really stop you.
And apparently, it also didn't stop him from jerking his hips upwards and begging you to keep going.
So, you did. You took his tip into your mouth, tasting the slightly salty cum on your tongue. It was hard to take it all in, especially since his dick is like, a fucking horse cock idk, but his hip jerking made it all the more easier.
His moans filled the room, whimpering your name over and over, while his tip hit the back of your throat perfectly.
You were practically gagging, but hey, who doesn't wanna gag on and choke yourself with a huge cock?
Things didn't last long because Iso was very horny and a manwhore and ended up cumming all over inside your mouth.
You swallow his thick and sticky cum, before pulling away. God, this guy was still fucking hard? He's a manwhore confirmed.
-
(A/N: guys what the fuck ummmmm he's literally my husband and i just woke up and started writing smut bro like what. also, part three of why so shy is cumming soon (haha get it ahhahahaha I wrote this in 30 minutes come on i havent even woken up fully yet))
A price that won't be paid | Kinich x Reader ONESHOT
(A/N): Hi :D Enjoy this quick Kinich fic I made while waiting for my cake with my friends, lol. Oh, but I actually based the reader off my personality, according to my friends. Apparently, I'm nonchalant.
If you notice a he/him typo describing the reader, it's because I usually write my stories with my own name and pronouns first, later changing it to a gender neutral reader.
GN!Reader x Kinich
The afternoon air over Natlan was heavy with heat, thick enough to make the horizon shimmer. You trudged along a narrow dirt trail winding between tall, golden grass, your pace as unhurried as the drifting clouds above. The scent of sun-baked soil clung to your clothes, the weight of the day settling over your shoulders like a warm blanket.
You liked it this way; empty road, no noise except the hum of cicadas and the occasional snap of a twig beneath your boots. The world was wide and loud, and you had no interest in hearing more than you had to.
A faint tremor passed under your feet.
You stopped, tilting your head slightly. Another tremor—heavier, faster this time. The grass ahead began to part violently, as if something massive was plowing through it.
Then you heard it.
The deep, guttural bellow of a saurian.
You exhaled through your nose, more irritated than alarmed.
The beast burst into view—a hulking creature with jagged scales, scarred hide, and eyes like molten amber. And just ahead of it, sprinting desperately, was a man with dark braids whipping over his shoulder, markings etched in paint across his arms.
The man was quick, but the saurian was quicker.
You stood perfectly still as they closed the distance, deciding whether to step aside and let nature take its course. You hated interfering—it always led to trouble.
But then the man tripped.
The saurian’s jaws gaped wide, ready to crush him.
Your hand twitched toward the Pyro Vision at your belt.
"…Tch."
In one fluid motion, flames burst to life along the length of your spear. The heat rippled outward, curling the grass tips into blackened ash. You stepped forward, the embers in your eyes reflecting the beast’s rage.
With a swift lunge, you drove the spear into the saurian’s flank, a burst of searing fire forcing it to recoil. It roared, thrashing, but you were already moving—pivoting to strike again, your movements smooth and deliberate. The heat intensified until the saurian let out a final, pained cry and stumbled backward into the wilderness, vanishing between the swaying grass.
The man on the ground coughed, pushing himself up. His eyes; sharp, bright, and still catching his breath; locked on you.
"You just… saved my life."
You were already turning away. "Looks like it."
"Wait!" the man called, jogging after you. "My name’s Kinich. I owe you."
You kept walking, your voice flat. "No debt. Keep it."
Kinich’s brow rose. "Sorry, that’s not how this works. Everything has a price."
"Not this."
The corner of Kinich’s mouth curved downward like a man who’d just heard a challenge he didn't want to take.
"We’ll see about that."
-
You lived in a small, weathered hut near the edge of a river. It wasn’t much—just a low bed, a table, and a cooking pit—but it was far enough from the markets and training grounds that no one came looking for you.
At least, until now.
The morning after the saurian incident, there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find Kinich holding a woven basket filled with fresh bread and smoked meat.
"Breakfast," Kinich said simply.
You eyed the basket, then Kinich. "I don’t buy from people who knock on my door."
"You’re not buying it. It’s payment."
"I told you, I don’t—"
"—accept payment?" Kinich finished for you, stepping inside anyway. "Then call it a gift. Gifts are free."
You stared at him for a long moment, then walked back to your chair, letting Kinich place the basket on the table. You didn’t eat from it.
The next day, Kinich was back—this time with an armful of neatly chopped firewood. The day after, he showed up with fresh river fish. By the fourth day, you found him repairing the fence around your small garden.
"You’re making noise," You said from the porch.
"You’re welcome," Kinich replied without looking up.
"I didn’t ask for this."
"You didn’t have to. You saved my life. That debt doesn’t go away just because you don’t want it."
You crossed your arms. "I saved you so you could live your life somewhere else."
Kinich just hummed without pausing his work. "Too late. You’re stuck with me until I say otherwise."
-
You tried to ignore him, but Kinich was like the midday sun—impossible to block out. Some days, he’d drag you into hunting trips “for practice.” Other days, he’d insist on escorting you to the markets “to make sure you’re not getting cheated.”
You resisted at first, but Kinich was persistent. And loud.
Still, there were moments—rare and brief—where you didn’t mind the company. Like one evening when they sat by the riverside, firelight flickering on their faces. Kinich leaned back, hands behind his head, watching the flames dance.
"You know," Kinich said, "you’re not as cold as you act."
You didn’t respond.
"You could’ve let me die that day. Most people would’ve. But you didn’t."
"Maybe I just wanted the noise to stop," You said.
Kinich hums, glancing at you with that same infuriating face. "Guess I’m making sure it never does."
You looked back at the fire, the corner of your mouth threatening to twitch upward.
"…Annoying."
(A/N: Hello~ I'm dropping one part of this Iso x reader, before I move on to the requests. Ya'll have been THIRSTING for Iso smut, I fear (I simply must indulge you all). Lovelove, Nightowl~)
Cold!GN!Reader x Gymrat!Iso
MODERN AU
(Reader is implied to be feminine, because of makeup, but hey, who says men can't wear makeup, huh? I certainly wear makeup on a daily basis >:()
The mall’s bright lights reflected off the glossy floor, blending into the buzz of conversations, the chime of store doors opening, and the faint beat of a pop song playing over the speakers.
You barely paid attention to it all.
You were seated across from Sage at the food court, absently plumping your already plump lips in a compact mirror. Sage, ever chatty, had been on a video call with her boyfriend, Iso, while sipping on a bubble tea.
“Babe, guess who I’m with?” she giggled, flipping the camera to you.
You didn’t react. You were used to being shown off like some prized possession. It wasn’t that you disliked Sage; Sage was probably one of the few people you tolerated. But you weren't one for social interaction beyond surface-level niceties.
Instead of acknowledging the camera, you continued fixing your lips, your large, doe-like eyes flickering briefly to the screen before returning to your reflection.
Iso, on the other hand, froze mid-rep at the gym. The weight he had been lifting hovered for a moment before he placed it down, eyes locked on his phone screen. His heartbeat quickened, though he didn't quite understand why.
“Cute, right?” Sage teased, noting his expression. “My bestie loves makeup and taking pics. Basically an Instagram royalty!”
Iso barely registered Sage's words.
There was something about the quiet way you carried yourself, the indifference in your gaze, the way you seemed entirely uninterested in him or anything else beyond your own little world. It was... mesmerizing.
He cleared his throat, forcing a chuckle. “Yeah, pretty much,” he admitted, but his voice lacked its usual teasing tone.
You hummed, finally acknowledging them, your voice soft but disinterested. “Are we done?”
Sage laughed. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” She turned the camera back to herself, chatting away with Iso, but his mind was elsewhere.
Even after they ended the call, he found himself replaying that fleeting glance, wondering why, for the first time in his relationship, he felt something shift inside him.
Something he wasn’t supposed to feel.
-
Iso lay in bed, staring at his phone screen, the dim glow illuminating his face. Beside him, Sage slept peacefully, her breathing steady, her arm draped loosely over his torso.
And yet, he was wide awake.
He hadn't meant to do this. He told himself he was just mindlessly scrolling, just passing time. But somewhere between checking notifications and liking random posts, his thumb hovered over Sage’s followers list.
It was too easy to find you.
@ yn.aaa
Iso clicked on the profile before he could stop himself.
Your feed was a curated dream; pastel tones, soft aesthetics, and effortless poses that made you look almost unreal. Something like Royalty. You barely captioned your photos, yet each post had thousands of likes, comments flooded with admiration.
People adored you, and you never seemed to care.
You didn’t try to be alluring, but you were. The way your lips curled slightly, the way your big, glassy eyes stared through the screen—unbothered, untouched.
Iso exhaled, running a hand through his hair.
He shouldn't be here. He shouldn’t be looking at you like this.
And yet, long after he locked his phone and turned away from the screen, your image was burned into his mind.
-
Iso was supposed to be at the gym. That was his routine, his escape, the one place where his mind didn’t wander. But today, Sage had insisted he come to the mall instead.
“Come on, babe, you never shop with me,” she had pouted, clinging to his arm. “It’s just for a little bit, plus my friend's coming too!”
That last part had made him hesitate. But now, here he was, following Sage and you through endless rows of makeup counters and designer displays, feeling completely out of place.
You barely acknowledged him.
You were polite, offering the occasional hum or glance, but mostly, you were lost in your own world, swatching satin lippie shades on your wrist and examining foundations under the store lights.
You didn’t chatter like Sage did, didn’t seek his attention. If anything, you seemed indifferent to his presence.
And yet, you were stunning.
The way you moved, slow and deliberate, picking up only the most expensive makeup without hesitation. The way you’d tilt your head slightly, assessing a product like you were critiquing fine art. Your long lashes fluttered as you tested a new mascara, your lips pursed ever so slightly in concentration.
You were beautiful (hi men can be called beautiful btw im a man and im beautiful) in a way that was effortless. Unbothered. Distant.
Iso found himself watching you more than he should have.
“You take forever,” Sage whines to you. Then, with a giggle, nudging Iso.
Iso chuckled, forcing himself to look away. “Yeah… guess so.”
You glanced at them then, your gaze unreadable. For a brief moment, Iso wondered if you had noticed the way he’d been watching you.
Then, just as quickly, you turned away, focusing back on the shimmering palette in your hands, as if he were nothing more than background noise.
-
Iso shouldn’t be thinking about you.
But he was.
Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, he found his mind wandering to the way your fingers had delicately brushed over the sleek packaging of a designer lipstick. The way you had barely spoken, yet still held the air of someone untouchable. Unreachable.
What would it be like to change that?
He knew it was wrong. Knew it was dangerous.
But the thought crept in anyway; what if he bought all that expensive makeup for you? What if he placed it in your hands and watched your reaction? Would you still be so indifferent, or would you soften, even just a little?
What would it take to melt the ice around your heart?
Iso ran a hand over his face, frustrated. He was spiraling, losing control of his thoughts. Sage was beside him, the girl he loved—the girl he should be thinking about.
And yet, it wasn’t Sage’s face that lingered in his mind.
It was yours.
-
The mall was bustling as the trio wandered through, Sage leading the way with you trailing just behind her, brows furrowed in concentration as you examined a new makeup line.
Iso, walking silently behind them, kept his gaze fixed on the floor, his mind wandering, his thoughts distant.
It wasn’t until Sage's voice broke the silence that he snapped back to the present.
“Hey, check that guy out!” Sage pointed to a tall figure walking past them, his biceps bulging beneath the fabric of his tight shirt. “Big biceps, right?”
Your eyes flicked briefly to the man, but you didn’t seem to care for his face.
Instead, your gaze lingered on his arms, the defined muscles clearly catching your attention. For just a moment, your lips parted, and there was a quiet appreciation in your gaze before you glanced away, the indifferent mask returning instantly.
Sage, noticing your subtle reaction, smirked. “Told you, didn’t I? They love guys with big biceps.”
Iso, who had been walking with his hands shoved in his pockets, froze at her words.
His heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable rush of unease hit him. His eyes darted between you and the man, a slow realization creeping into his chest.
You had looked at the guy the way he had hoped you might look at him. It wasn’t just a passing glance, it was a flicker of something deeper. Something… appreciative.
Iso flexed his own biceps subconsciously, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt, wondering if that was what had drawn your attention.
He’d worked hard for them at the gym; every rep, every set had been an effort to improve himself, to grow stronger. But now, he was aware of something more: you seemed to notice, maybe even admire, strength in a way Sage never had.
Was that the key?
“Yeah, they're into the muscles,” Sage continued with a playful grin, oblivious to the tension building in Iso’s chest. “You should see the guys they follow on Instagram. It’s all about the muscles.”
Iso didn’t reply.
His mind was racing. His thoughts shifted from the man with the muscles to the realization that he had the same kind of physique—strong arms, defined chest, and all the effort he’d put into his gym sessions.
Could this be the key to catching your attention? Could something as simple as his own body be what you were seeking?
The idea gnawed at him, his stomach twisting. He shouldn’t feel this way, shouldn’t be questioning everything about his relationship with Sage. But there was a pull, an undeniable curiosity about you that he couldn't ignore.
As you turned your attention to the next makeup display, your disinterest in him clear once again, Iso felt a pang of frustration. He had everything you seemed to like, but you barely spared him a second glance.
What would it take to get you to notice him?
The thought lingered in his mind as they continued to walk, and Iso realized that this time, he was more determined than ever to find out.
-
(A/N: How's this one? Lol. I was having that male ovulation phase, just had to write about Iso. How do we feel about this one, chat? I DO NOT CONDONE STEALING SOMEONE FROM A RELATIONSHIP. Anyway, time for my plug- follow me on twitch.tv/nightowlzxz!)
Precision Pass | Isagi Yoichi x Femboy!Reader PART 1
(A/N): enjoy this one, for my femboys out there<3
he/him/his pronouns, third person limited <3 (if the he,him,his is in is RED, thats the reader, in case some people cant get it. isagi's pronouns should be in BLUE. (i genuinely didnt know how to put it, since i write things in my name and pronouns first))
The morning sun glinted off the pristine turf of Bastard München's training pitch, the air thick with the smell of freshly cut grass and the faint tang of sweat. Isagi adjusted his shirt (he's always touching his shirt c'mon touch me instead), his eyes scanning the field as Noel Noa introduced the newest recruit.
The new guy was... small. Not just in height; His frame was delicate, almost fragile compared to the rest of the hulking roster (i want isagi's chest in my face). Short hair fell in soft strands across his forehead, and his uniform looked a size too big, the hem of his shorts brushing over thighs that-
Isagi's heartbeat skipped.
...oh. 🙏🤤🤤🤤
"Yoichi," Noa said, snapping Isagi from the thought, "He's your new midfielder. His job is to feed you the ball, no matter the circumstance."
Kaiser smirked from across the field, his eyes narrowing like a predator sizing up prey.
"Another pawn for the Isagi-King piece? Tch. Let's see if the kid survives."
But he didn't look at Kaiser, eyes shyly flicked to Isagi, cheeks pink. He nodded once. "I... I'll get it to you. Every time."
-
Training began with sprints and passing drills.
At first, Isagi assumed his confidence was just a rookie bravado. But then-
In a crowded midfield, Raichi cut in to intercept, Kaiser charged from the right, and a defender lunged straight into his space. He barely looked up. He moved- shadowing Isagi's run perfectly, weaving through the chaos like he could hear the rhythm of Isagi's own footsteps.
The ball slipped between two defenders and landed- exactly on the inside of Isagi's right foot.
The timing was flawless.
The pass was impossible.
And the way his short burst to recover position made his thigh muscle flex-
Isagi shook the thought away, flushing in irritation at himself. Focus, idiot! Ego first, drool later. (me too 🤤)
Except... every single time he touched the ball, it ended up right where Isagi wanted it. No hesitation, no wasted motion- just an unbroken tether between midfielder and forward.
It was addictive.
-
After practice, the locker room buzzed with banter. Kaiser bragged about his latest goal, Raichi complained about his sore legs, and Noa reviewed the team's positioning.
Isagi sat on the bench, untying his cleats, when he shuffled over. He held a towel in one hand, still in his kit, hair damp from the shower's steam.
"You played.... amazing today," He said softly, almost as if he wasn't sure if praise was allowed. "I... like following you."
Isagi blinked, caught between the words and the way his eyes darted away shyly. "You like-" He stopped, swallowing the other interpretation that shot to mind. "You mean in-game?"
He nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You're easy to read. I can always where you want the ball to be. It's... fun."
Something in Isagi's chest tightened. This wasn't just skill. That was devotion.
And he knew, deep down, that Kaiser had just lost his spot as Isagi's favorite partner on the field.
-
That night, lying in bed, Isagi replayed the passes in his mind.
Not just the precision-
-but the way his shorts clung when he accelerated, the way his thighs tensed with every sprint, the way his shy glances made it feel like every pass was just for him.
Isagi smirked to himself in the dark.
Bastard München just became just became his field- and he was the key.
-
The next morning, he was summoned before most of the squad had even laced their cleats.
The training hall smelled faintly of dirt and rubber, lined with precision goal targets- small white circles fixed to the net, barely the size of a dinner plate. Noel Noa stood with a clipboard, his expression unreadable.
"Today," Noa said, "we're testing the truth behind your reputation."
He gestured to the setup. "Every ball you strike has to hit the exact spot you're given. Passes, shots- it doesn't matter. No excuses."
Kaiser leaned against the wall with a smirk. "Guess we'll see if you're just Isagi's pet project, or if you can actually play."
He didn't respond. He adjusted his socks, tugging them over his knees-
-and Isagi found himself staring.
Noticing the curve of his thigh under the fabric, the way the muscles tensed subtly even as he stood still. He bit the inside of his cheek and looked away before anyone noticed.
-
The test began.
A whistle blew.
From midfield, he received the ball.
One glance toward the far-left target-
-bang. The ball kissed the mark perfectly.
Another ball rolled to him. This time, the target was on the opposite corner. His pass curved through the air like it had a homing device, slotting right into the circle.
Noa's pen scratched notes onto his clipboard. The other plays started murmuring.
Isagi watched with an intensity that made his own chest feel tight.
Every motion he made was compact, efficient- yet the speed of his footwork was explosive, his balance steady. And every single time he struck, his thighs flexed in perfect rhythm with the ball.
By the tenth attempt, he hadn't missed once.
By the fifteenth, Kaiser's smirk was gone.
-
"Final test," Noa called. "Live play."
They set up a mock scenario: defenders closing in, Isagi running forward. He had one chance to get the ball to him, lest he wanted to embarrass himself and die on the inside.
The whistle shrieked.
Defenders swarmed.
He sprinted- not towards space, but shadowing Isagi's every step. His eyes locked onto Isagi's run, reading it like the back of his own hand.
The pass left his foot at the perfect moment- threading between two defenders and spinning into Isagi's stride like they'd rehearsed it for years.
Isagi didn't even need to slow down. He took the shot, scoring clean into the top corner.
-
As the echo of the ball hitting the net faded, Noa nodded. "He's yours, Isagi. Don't waste him."
He ducked his head shyly, panting lightly. Isagi approached, tossing him a bottle of water. "You're insane, you know that?"
He blinked. "Was I... good enough?"
Isagi's smirk was sharp but warm. "You're perfect."
And he didn't just mean on the field.
-
(a/n:) sorry if this fic looked like the american flag, im not american though. if its confusing, dw, yall arent alone. im also confused about my own fanfic. NOT PROOFREAD
(A/N: Welcome to my Birthday Special Fanfiction~ How are you guys doing? My birthday was on August 10! I know, I'm months late. But I hope you guys still enjoy this fanfiction nonetheless.)
(I gave the reader ice abilities, and Iso some shadow abilities because imagining Iso with shadow abilities makes me cum. I know. It will probably make you too.)
GN!Reader x Iso
TW: Obsession (I love the obsession trope. It's my birthday special, so I decided to make it my favorite trope. I made the reader SUPER COOL and SUPER NONCHALANT at first because why not.)
The streets were alive with chaos. Explosions shook the ground, and gunfire echoed in every corner. The enemy had unleashed their most dangerous weapon, and the mission seemed doomed.
Amid the chaos, you moved like a ghost. Your ice-coated boots barely made a sound through the broken remains of a building, your eyes scanning every shadow.
Suddenly, a movement caught your attention. A figure darted through the smoke, fast and fluid. But something was off. The way they stumbled. You grip your Vandal tighter and creep forward.
Just as you were about to turn a corner, you heard a groan. You peer through the smoke and debris and see him—Iso. The notorious agent, known for his ability to manipulate shadows and disappear at will, was on his knees, bleeding from a deep gash on his side.
You froze. You heard about him. The lone wolf. The assassin who never worked with anyone. But right now, Iso didn't look invincible. He looked human. And vulnerable.
Without a second thought, you rush to his side. You crouch next to him, your hands glowing faintly with ice energy as you press them to his wound, slowing the bleeding.
Iso's eyes snapped open, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun, but his vision blurred as he recognized the figure kneeling beside him.
"It's you..." he rasped, barely able to form words.
"Stay still," you command, your voice cold but steady as your icy powers worked to freeze the blood long enough for him to heal. "You're lucky I found you."
You ignore the comment, focusing on stabilizing him. Iso watched you work, fascinated by the contrast of your delicate hands and the deadly power you wield.
Something was mesmerizing about your calm under pressure. As you work, the world seems to fade away in Iso's eyes. He found himself staring, the pain in his side forgotten for a moment.
You glanced at him. "You'll live, but you owe me one."
Iso chuckled, though it was cut short by the pain. "I don't... like owing people."
"You'll get over it." You scoff, standing up.
-
The mission was somehow completed. Both you and Iso had made it out alive, though barely. Days later, back at base, Iso couldn't get you out of his head. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you — the way your icy powers had flowed through your hands with such precision, the way you had saved him without hesitation.
It gnawed at him. He wasn't used to needing anyone, let alone being saved by someone.
He found himself wandering the halls of the base, looking for you. Obsessing over his and your encounter, replaying it over and over again. He knew he should be focusing on his recovery, on the next mission, but you had become a fixation.
He wanted to understand — this mysterious person who had appeared in his life at his most vulnerable moment.
When he finally found you, you were in the training room, perfecting your aim. Your breath was steady, your movements fluid as you fired shot after shot with pinpoint accuracy. Iso watched from the shadows, his haze never leaving you.
"You always watch from the dark, or are you planning on saying something this time?" Your voice broke the silence, your eyes never leaving your target.
Iso smirked, stepping into the light. "You noticed."
"I always notice," You replied coolly, finally turning to face him. "What do you want?"
He wasn't sure how to answer that. He wasn't used to wanting anything from anyone. But this... this was different.
"You saved me," he said after a pause, his voice low. "I don't forget things like that."
You tilt your head slightly, your expression unreadable. "You're welcome."
There was a moment of silence. Iso, normally quick with a retort, found himself at a loss for words. His obsession with you was growing by the minute, and he didn't understand it. All he knew was that he needed to be near you. To figure you out. To see if the ice-cold interior you showed to the world was real, or if there was something more beneath it.
You sense his inner turmoil, narrowing your eyes. "You're not used to people helping you, are you?"
Iso clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. "No."
"Then stop following me around," You say bluntly, turning back to your target. "I'm not one of your shadows."
Your words stung, but Iso wasn't deterred. Instead, they fueled his obsession. He wanted to know why you had saved him, why you had chosen to help someone like him.
And more than that, he wanted to understand your identity behind the ice.
-
Over the next few weeks, Iso's fixation on you only deepened. He found excuses to train with you, to be in the same missions, always watching you, always drawn to the cold precision in which you operated. You intrigued him in a way no one ever had, and that both frustrated and thrilled him.
You, for your part, remained as distant as ever, though you couldn't deny the strange pull you felt towards Iso. He was reckless, unpredictable, and everything you usually despised in a teammate. Yet, there was something about the way he looked at you, the intensity in his gaze, that made you pause.
It wasn't long before Iso's obsession became undeniable, even to him.
One night, after a particularly grueling mission, Iso cornered you in the empty hallways of the base. His eyes, dark and intense, more into yours as he finally voiced the thoughts that had been consuming him.
"I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his voice rough. "You saved me. And now... I can't stay away."
Your heart raced, though your expression remained calm. "You're confusing gratitude with something else."
"No," Iso growled, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It's more than that."
You met his gaze, ice meeting shadow, and for the first time, you didn't have a quick reply. The tension between them crackled, and the lines between the mission and obsession blurred.
Iso's expression darkened, his hand gently brushing your arm. "I don't want to conquer you. I just want... to understand."
You pulled away, your eyes cold and conflicted. "Then stop trying so hard."
But as you walked away, Iso knew it was too late. He was already too deep. And somehow, he sensed that beneath your icy walls, you were just as trapped in this dangerous game as he was.
-
The tension between you and Iso grew thicker with each passing day, yet something in you had begun to shift. Where once Iso's constant presence had felt suffocating, now it was... familiar. You could sense him before he entered a room, always lurking in the shadows, waiting, watching.
It was unnerving, yes, but there was a strange comfort in his obsession.
You had always been alone, used to standing apart from the others. Your ice powers isolated you, both physically and emotionally. Most of your teammates respected you, but none dared to come too close.
Until Iso.
At first, you tolerated his fixation, thinking it would pass. But now you begin to wonder if, in some twisted way, Iso understood you. He wasn't afraid of the cold, the distance. He wasn't put off by your silence or the walls you kept around yourself.
Instead, he seemed drawn to it, captivated by your very detachment.
It wasn't long before you stopped pushing him away.
-
One evening, after a particularly exhausting mission, you were sitting in the quiet of your room, your mind replaying the events of the day. You had barely noticed Iso slipping into the room, as silent as a shadow, until he was standing in front of you.
"You shouldn't be here," you said, though your tone lacked its usual sharpness.
You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his dark, intense gaze. You knew you should tell him to leave, set boundaries, and stop this before it spiraled further.
But something inside you couldn't. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the mission or the loneliness that had been creeping into your heart for far too long.
"You're obsessed with me," you say simply, but without accusation.
Iso didn't deny it. "I am."
"And you're not going to stop, are you?"
He shook his head, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "No."
You leaned back in your chair, studying him. The old you—the you that had thrived on isolation—would have iced him out long ago. But something about Iso's unwavering devotion had worn you down. Maybe it was the intensity, the way he never faltered in his obsession.
Or maybe it was that part of you, the part that you tried so hard to keep frozen, that longed for connection.
"You're a fool," you said softly.
Iso knelt in front of you, his gaze never leaving yours. "Maybe. But I'm your fool."
You felt a small, almost imperceptible crack in the ice around your heart. You should have stopped this—should have pulled away before it became something darker, something dangerous.
But instead, you let him stay. His presence was suffocating, yes, but it was also strangely comforting. He was there, always there, and for once, you didn't feel completely alone.
You didn't speak as Iso reached for your hand, his fingers brushing against your cold skin. The touch was electric, sending a shiver down your spine, though you kept your face composed.
"I can't stay away from you," Iso whispered, his voice raw with need. "I don't want to."
Your eyes flicked to his, your usual icy exterior melting just a fraction. "Then don't."
For the first time, you let him in. Just a little. It wasn't love, not yet, but it was something—something that tugged at the cold, hard edges of your soul. Iso's obsession was dark, unhealthy even, but there was a part of you that welcomed it, needed it. Maybe you had been in the cold for too long.
Iso smiled, a rare softness in his features as he realized what just happened. You had accepted him, accepted his obsession. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, "I'll always be here."
"I know," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.
For better or for worse, you had let Iso in. You knew it wouldn't be easy, knowing that his fixation on you was more dangerous than he let on. But for now, you had let yourself sink into the darkness of it, letting the shadows close in around you both.
For the first time in a long time, you weren't entirely alone.
-
(A/N: How was this? Thank you for the support, everyone! Obsession is one of my favorite tropes, and I hope you guys like this one too.)
(A/N: Hello, gaymers. I don't know why you guys are shipping Iso x Clove and Iso x Gekko or Iso x Deadlock when you guys should CLEARLY ship ME WITH HIM instead. Anyway, I already wrote parts 3 and 4 in advance, I just forgor. Enjoy thirsting, gaymers.)
(WARNINGS: OOC Omen)
(GN!Reader x Iso)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3 (You are here.)
Part 4
Nervous.
That was no longer what you were feeling right now.
You were too busy running away from the medical ward and back to the privacy of your room.
Maybe it isn't Iso. Maybe it was you. Maybe it was your fault for getting ahead of yourself. Maybe it was your fault for assuming that Iso liked you in the same way that you do.
Maybe you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up.
You stop in front of your door, panting heavily. You had to prevent your tears from falling out of your eyes, especially outside of your room.
Your eyes slowly started blurring from the tears as you tried to pry open your door.
notnownotnownotnownotnow, your mind raced.
You successfully unlocked your door and stumble inside.
Finally, you're alone, just as you always were. You let the tears fall from your eyes, staining your cheeks and clothes.
You shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. Maybe then, you wouldn't be crying, you wouldn't be in pain, you wouldn't be in this situation—
A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts.
You immediately wiped your tears away and sucked everything up, before approaching your door.
"W-Who is it?" You ask through the door, trying your best to sound like you weren't crying.
"It's me, Omen." Omen's gruff voice was muffled from the outside.
You sniffle, slowly getting up and opening the door slightly, enough for you to peek out and see Omen.
"Hey, Omen... Do you need something?" You ask, albeit a little too quiet for your liking.
"Greetings," Omen nods.
"I've noticed that the atmosphere around the HQ seems a little darker than usual," Omen's 'eyes', which were just three slits, moved as he spoke.
"The shadows also seem a little unstable." Omen continued.
"I've already checked up on Fade, and she is in great condition. You however..." Omen paused, 'looking' at your eyes intently.
"I came to check in on you. The hallway leading here was especially dark, and it felt heavy." Omen nods.
"Oh- No, I'm okay, Omen. It must be someone else's ability...?" You reason, although you were bad at lying.
"But you are the only one with shadow-related abilities in this hallway." Omen tilts his head. If Omen had a real, human face, you'd probably see a very unimpressed expression on it.
"Well, shit." You sigh.
"I am your mentor. You can tell me," Omen paused.
"Though I may not understand nor offer any help, I am here." Omen continued.
is it just me or Omen is so very OOC rn lol, you thought.
"...Come in." You sigh, sliding the door open wider, wide enough for Omen to come in.
"Thank you." Omen nods, walking in your room.
You slide the door shut and turn to Omen, who took a seat on your desk chair. You were comfortable enough around Omen, as he was your mentor and your very first friend in the VP.
"It feels even heavier here," Omen breaks the silence.
"I take it that your problem must be even heavier on you." Omen turns to you as you sat down on you bed.
"It's just like what I have told you in the past. Your emotions affect your abilities greatly," Omen nods, clasping his hands together.
"Take Neon or Reyna for example." Omen continued.
"To lift the heavy energy emanating from your abilities, you must let out your emotions; Talk to someone." Omen nods.
"Or like how Reyna does it: Take it out on others." Omen visibly sighed, but no sound of it comes.
"However, I know that you are better than that. So, let's discuss what you are feeling," Omen 'glanced' at you.
"I... I don't know if you'll understand, Omen. It's... about love." You sigh.
this is so cringe bruh who even says its about love bro, you thought.
"I do not expect myself to understand, either. I am not profound in the topic of love," Omen shook his head.
"But I will listen." Omen continued.
"Communication is key, either you tell them, or you tell me. Either works fine," Omen looked around your room
damn bro when did omen suddenly know about love and communication bro im cooked, you thought.
But confessing to Iso? Hell no. You're already hurt by the current situation, you'd be stupid to confess and expect a different outcome.
"It's... about Iso." You sigh, rubbing the back of your head in hesitation.
"The new recruit? I see," Omen nods.
"I've... been interested in him ever since he first arrived," You sigh, averting your gaze.
"I thought I was making progress; That if I pursue him and show him that I like him, he'd feel the same way." You murmur, eyes locked onto your fingers.
"He was starting to say things that might mean something more, in a more than friends way." You say, recalling the things that have happened a few hours earlier.
"It even went as far as him asking me to go out and get some food," You lower your head.
"But I was stupid. I got ahead of myself." Tears started welling in your eyes.
"I started assuming that he liked me back; That he felt the same way." You stifle back a sob.
"So, it was really painful when I heard him asking Sage out on a date," You bit your lip, trying to hold back your tears.
"It was my fault for assuming that he likes me too." You held your hands to your face.
"...I see." Omen nods quietly.
"You can't have everything you want," Omen starts.
"And it's not that easy." Omen shook his head.
"But you have to understand that maybe Sage and Iso have a lot more things in common that you and him," Omen explained.
"Or what maybe Iso likes Sage more, maybe he's had his eye on her since he came." Omen nods
You could feel your heart breaking, slowly shattering into pieces.
"But I'm not saying that to hurt you," Omen shook his head.
"I am opening your eyes to see the truth; To see that you're not the only one for Iso." Omen continued.
"You're not the only one who may have an interest on Iso," Omen shook his head, 'looking' at you.
"Not everyone wins, and you must learn how to accept that; That Iso likes Sage and not you." Omen's words sent a pang of pain in your through your heart.
not you. notyounotyounotyounotyounotyounot-
"The shadows are suffocating." Omen says, snapping you out of your trance.
"I'm sorry, Omen." You sigh.
"Acceptance. Learn to accept it." Omen looked at the closed curtains of your window.
Maybe this was for the best. If Iso wanted to be with Sage, who were you to oppose that? You're just a friend.
Everything was just a friendly gesture.
"I understand. I know better now," You took a deep breath.
"Thank you so much, Omen." You smile softly, drying your tears.
"Do you really know better now?" Omen asks.
"I do, thanks to you. I'm really grateful for that." You nod.
"It's good that you're still learning from my words." Omen nods, standing up from his seat.
"You're the best mentor I could ever ask for, Omen. I'm always learning from you." You smile at him, also standing up.
You walk with Omen to the door, sliding it open for him..
"I expect only the best from you. Don't let this weigh you down." Omen nods, walking out of your room.
You slid the door shut as Omen left your room.
Omen's right. Even if you thought that Omen was a little too out of character earlier, whatever he said was right.
You sigh and walk to your desk, before noticing a little purple octopus gun buddy on the chair that Omen said on.
Omen must've left it on accident. You took it into your hands and headed for the door to chase after Omen.
You slide the door open and wow. Reality and fate must really enjoy hardfucking you in every single angle, huh?
In front of the open door of your room, outside the hallway was Iso with a small smile on his face.
"There you are." Iso smiles, taking out one earbud off of his ear.
whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck, you thought.
"Are you ready to go?" Iso asks.
go where? to heaven? yes im so fucking ready, you thought.
"Uh... huh?" You murmur.
"Did you forget? We're going out for hotpot, remember?" Iso chuckles.
"Oh, right," You avert your gaze.
I FUCKING FORGOT, you thought.
How were you gonna do this? You can't face Iso now.
"Is something wrong? You promised that we'd still go despite my injury," Iso tilts his head.
well shit it might be my fault for promising, you thought.
"I wanted to thank you for healing and saving me." Iso smiles, nodding.
"Right..." You nod hesitantly.
"So, are you ready?" Iso asked.
"Um, yeah." You step out of your room, sliding the door close behind you.
"Nice. Hm?" Iso smiles, then looks at your open palm.
"What's that?" Iso asks, gesturing to the octopus gun buddy.
"Oh... This is Omen's gun buddy. He must've forgotten about it and left it in my room." You show him the gun buddy.
"I was gonna return it to him, but maybe in another time." You shook your head, pocketing the gun buddy.
"Anyway, where are we headed?" You look at him.
"I know this hotpot place in the city. It's not that famous and crowded, so we can chill while eating," Iso smiles, pocketing his phone.
"I mean, we could just buy ingredients for hotpot and make it here, like what me and Sage did..." Iso paused.
Your ears rang. Sage again.
"But since it's gonna be about thanking you. I want it to be extra special." Iso smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
Your heart started beating faster.
No. Remember what Omen said. Don't get ahead of yourself.
Your mind was blank, trying to block out any thought.
"There's a mall near the hotpot place. We could go there if you'd like." Iso smiles.
Why's he acting like he has so much time? Doesn't he have a date with Sage?
Shut up. That's none of your business.
"Let's head to the city." Iso smiles, nodding his head.
-
You and Iso arrive at the bustling streets of the city. You looked around, observing the food stalls. Some were colorful, some were simple and bland.
Maybe going out with Iso to the city isn't so bad. It could take your mind off of things.
"What kind of food do you like?" Iso asked, walking with you through the bustling street.
"I don't really mind anything, nothing specific." You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders.
"What about flowers?" Iso asked.
Why's he asking that?
"Well, I've never really received flowers, soo... I don't think I have anything I prefer in mind." You shook your head again.
"Do you like lilacs?" Iso asked, question after question.
"I'm sorry if I'm asking too many questions." Iso smiles sheepishly.
"It's okay," You smile, shaking your head AGAIN. STOP SHAKING YOUR HEAD BRUH
This is just him getting to know you in a friendly way.
"Lilacs... I think lilacs are beautiful. Back in my college years, I used to research about lilacs." You hum.
"They have a lot of meaning to them. I think I'm confident that I love lilacs," You nod.
"Lilacs are related to your title, right?" You ask.
"Mm, yeah." Iso nods, his hands in his pockets.
"How about a dream date?" Iso asked.
"Huh? How'd it come to that all of a sudden?" You laugh.
It's getting difficult trying to ignore the thoughts.
"Sorry, was that too personal?" Iso chuckles.
"It's alright, no harm done." You smile.
"Before you answer, let's head to the hotpot place so we can get comfortable." Iso suggests.
"Good idea. Lead the way, then." You nod, trailing behind Iso.
-
Following Iso proved to be difficult in this lively street.
You lost Iso a couple of times. But thankfully, Iso was tall enough to so you could see his head above the others.
In one instance, you lost track of Iso and simply walked ahead. What startled you was the hand that suddenly grabbed your wrist.
"Hey, where are you going?" You turned and was met with Iso's lavender eyes with a worried expression on his face.
"Oh- Sorry! I lost you and I thought you were just walking ahead." You smile sheepishly.
"You can hold onto my arm so we don't lose each other." Iso offered his arm for you to hold onto.
There you go, you couldn't stop your face from flushing.
ohmygod im litereally about to bust bro someone call cleanup aisle my underwear cuz i have the niagra falls here with me, you thought.
You had to mentally reprimand yourself to stop getting ahead of yourself. Iso only offered it because you keep losing each other.
You nod hesitantly, holding onto his arm.
mygod he's so close to me dude im boutta bust the biggest nut ever, your mind raced, as well as your heart.
-
Holding onto Iso's arm surprisingly went well, and navigating through the crowd became easier.
Oddly enough, when you and Iso got away from the crowed, he didn't shake your arm off or move away.
It was more than enough to have you overthinking again.
POOKIE STOP THIS OHMYGOD DID YOU NOT LEARN FROM OMEN AT ALL, you mentally scolded yourself.
Okay, stop. Friends do this too, you know?
You and Iso arrived at the hotpot place that he talked about.
Iso went ahead, opening the door for you.
You smile, mouthing a small thank you and entering the restaurant.
While you checked out the place, Iso went to the receptionist for the table. The place looked to be a Chinese restaurant, with some Chinese writings on a red banner or paintings that you may or may not understand.
The tables and chairs looked to be made of red wood, with Chinese-style teapot and cups place in the middle of the table.
The atmosphere was calm and there were at least four groups of three in sight.
Your thoughts came to a halt when you felt a tap on your shoulder and see Iso with two menus on his hand.
"Hey, ready to take a seat?" Iso smiles at you, offering you the menu.
"Yeah," You nod, taking the menu.
You followed Iso to a table for two and sat down.
"So, about your dream date..." Iso paused.
"Oh, right. I don't really have a preference, but I think cafe dates or library dates are really good." You pondered for a moment.
"Dates that are peaceful and calm seems to slow down time, which means I get to appreciate and enjoy the date for longer." You smile at him.
"How about you? Do you have any preferences?" You ask.
"I like museum dates. The pictures I could get from it would look wonderful." Iso nods.
"Have you ever been on a date before?" You blurt out before you could stop yourself.
"Well... Today will be my first time." Iso smiles sheepishly.
Oh. His date with Sage.
Your ears started ringing again.
"We should order," Iso's voice snapped you out of your trance.
"Oh- Right. Sorry, I spaced out." You smile apologetically, looking through the menu with Iso.
-
Two hours had passed, it was now the afternoon. You and Iso walked around near the lake, talking and laughing, getting to know each other better.
Although you knew that this was nothing more than a friendly gesture, it wasn't so bad.
"We should head back to HQ," Iso sighs, his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, we should." You nod in response.
He still had a date with Sage, after all. Who were you to take up more of his time? Maybe he just wanted to go out with a friend before his date.
"I had a lot of fun." Iso looks at you, a small smile on his lips.
"Me too. I haven't been going out lately, so this was a nice change." You turn to him with a smile.
"I hope we'll do this again soon." Iso adds.
"I hope so too." You nod.
It made you sad that this was the closest as you can get to going on an actual date with Iso.
But that was okay.
-
You arrived back to HQ with Iso, seeing Sage seemingly waiting for Iso.
Your eyes met with Sage's as she smiled at you.
she must be really excited to go out with iso, you thought.
You said a simple and quick 'bye' to Iso before power-walking back to your room.
You hear Iso calling after you, which only fueled your tears as you ran away.
Here you were, crying from the start, and still crying in the end.
-
(A/N: wsg gaymers, what'd you guys think of my long ass updates lol, thanks for reading and supporting Why So Shy? and my other Iso works.)
WHEN IS PART 4 COMMING??? IM SO EXCITED EJNRMRKEKDMDM
Why so shy? Part 4
(A/N): Heya, gaymers. Another chapter is out! I'm sorry it took so long, but I hope someone has been noticing the patterns for when I publish these chapters. Thank you, everyone, for your continued support of my work. I love you guys! Enjoy thirsting, gaymers.
This was a short one, wasn't it? But at least the reader has some progress with Iso~
(Iso x GN!Reader)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4 (You are here.)
Nervous.
That was no longer the feeling. What was it, this time? You don't know anymore.
You sat quietly on the edge of your bed, looking down at your lap. Your mind was full, but full of what? Thoughts of Iso? Not anymore, you knew there was no chance.
What was the point of all of this? Your mind was tired from everything, your body was exhausted from running and your heart was aching.
What was this feeling? Rejection? No, you haven't even confessed yet. Still, you feel you already got rejected, even if you haven't confessed your feelings.
You'll get over it, the shadow inside your mind says. Yeah, that's what your parents said too, right? When you fell into a deep depression when you first got rejected?
You'll get over it. You will.
Will you?
-
What an unforgettable man Iso was.
You lay in your bed, your shadow abilities all over the place. For other people, your shadow abilities would have already suffocated them to death. It felt like a comforting hug for you, shielding you from the world.
Not once did Iso leave your mind. The pain in your heart was still lingering, eating away at your mind. What are you even hurting for? You and Iso were never a thing.
Ouch. Even telling yourself that hurt.
You sit up, looking at yourself in the mirror on the wall facing your bed. Your hair was a mess, your eyes red and swollen from crying.
You huff, shuffling off your bed and fixing your hair. It was about time that you step out of your room and get some air. Rotting in your room all day wasn't ideal, after all. You're still a Radiant.
You got a change of clothes and slid open the metal door of your room. You step outside into the hallway with a deep sigh. It felt like forever since you felt the air conditioning of the cold hallway.
Iso and Sage were probably on a date now, you thought to yourself as you walked towards the kitchen.
Maybe you should stop thinking about them. It's just hurting yourself more. You step inside the kitchen and sit down on the dining chair. What were you even doing? Why were you mindlessly wandering around?
You let out a deep sigh that you didn't know you were holding. What can you do? This was the first time that you felt like you couldn't do anything about the situation.
Maybe you should just let them be. You can't have everything you want, right? Not even people.
Just focus on other things, maybe now is not the time for love and feelings. Maybe now is just not your turn.
You perk up, hearing chatter from a distance coming towards the kitchen. Probably Jett and Phoenix, losing a bet to Yoru. You stood up, getting something to drink from the fridge so you could leave.
Until Iso and Sage walked in.
'God fucking dammit,' you thought, almost spitting out your drink. You avert your gaze, focusing on the fridge door. Yeah, like that's interesting. Fucking dumbass-
"Hey, there you are." You hear Iso's voice calling for you. GODDAMMIT.
You hesitantly turn to him, your heart skipping a beat. STOP THAT HEART RIGHT NEOWWWWW.
"Uh, um... Hey, Iso." You mumble, nodding awkwardly in his direction as he walks up to you. WHY IS HE APPROACHING??
"I asked Omen where you were, but he didn't know. Look, I got you some boba." Iso gestures to the plastic bag in his hand.
WhAT. WHAT. WHAAAAAAAAAAAT.
"Um- what?" You tilt your head, seeing Sage from the corner of your eye as she left.
"I asked you about what kind of boba you liked, remember? I got it for you," Iso smiles, offering you the plastic bag.
"I also bought some Chinese snacks I thought you'd like. I hope you do." Iso continues.
What? This man???
"Wh... Why?" You blurt out. That was completely unintentional because you were completely confused about his behavior.
Iso rubs the back of his neck, a shy smile on his face.
"Well... I went out with Sage because I wanted to ask her for advice about you." Iso admits.
wut.
"I asked Sage to go out for boba because I thought I could buy you the one you like, along with some stuff I think you'd enjoy.'' Iso put on a shy smile, looking at you.
Oh. OH. OH MY GOD?
At this point, your cheeks were getting red and flushed. YOU GOT JEALOUS WITH NO RIGHTS FOR NOTHING?
"Ah... T- Thank you..." You mumble, gently taking the plastic bag in your hands carefully.
"Would you want to go out with me sometime?" Iso abruptly says, causing you to choke on your own spit.
"WHAT?" You blurt out.
Well, that was embarrassing.
-
(A/N: Hey, everyone! So, how was this chapter? Was it to your taste? Let me know in the comments! Also, how about some juicy sexy scrumptious voluptuous steamy time with Iso for the ending? Let me know in the comments. Also, I'll publish my birthday special fanfiction soon! See you next time.)
Hello, Nightowl here. I know I disappear ALL the time and randomly drop flops, but in the process of it all, I've written many stories with several parts.
With this in mind, I want you all to hang on for some of them! I sincerely appreciate the likes, reblogs and comments for more parts, and I assure you all that your requests for part two and other fanfics are heard.
Here's a list of what I will publish in chronological order:
Isagi Yoichi x Male!Femboy!Reader PART 1
Hiori Yo x Male!Masochist!Reader PART 1
Forbidden | Iso x GN!Reader PART 2
Why so Shy? | Iso x GN!Shy!Reader PART 5
PSWG Polyester x Femboy!Reader x Polyurethane
Isagi Yoichi x Male!Femboy!Reader PART 2
Hiori Yo x Male!Masochist!Reader PART 2
TBA...
I'll refer back to this to remove/add more, so stay tuned. Thank you.
