yuckeeew

[yuckeeew]

I’M GETTING WAY TOO DEEP, I’M FUCKING INTO IT

anonymous requested: ness sharing his girlfriend with kaiser

୨୧ featuring: alexis ness + michael kaiser x fem reader 

ଘ cw: smut, spanking, edging, pet names, oral sex (m receiving), nipple play, fingering, choking, praise kink, degradation kink, brat taming, rough sex, double penetration, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, dumbification

୨୧ synopsis: a recipe for complete obliteration

ଘ wc: 1.8k

It had been a while since you and Ness started dating. You regularly attended all of his games and sometimes even followed along to his games abroad if you had the time. The team loved you and Ness never lost a chance to show you off, always trying not to blush whenever someone praised you in front of him, because goodness gracious he was just so proud of you. 

There was, of course, but a tiny little thorn by your side, namely Michael Kaiser. You had started on the wrong foot. The emperor was stunned to find out that from all the members he was your least favourite. “Preposterous!” was what he had yelled in your face. And oh shit went down when you started dating his most loyal servant. The two of you oftenly bickered about Ness, acting like spoiled children. Kaiser felt insulted every time you called him out for treating your pookie bear poorly. The more you vexed him, the more his desire to put you in your place once and for all grew stronger. 

And in all this chaos, poor little Ness couldn’t decide whose side to take. He had never minded the way Kaiser treated him. He revered him in all his brilliance. But Ness had to admit that he felt really touched when you defended him against the emperor’s cruelty. He blushed and even cried, which made you drop the argument with shitty Kaiser to hug your baby. And as much as Ness loved you, he couldn’t help but constantly think about one thing whenever you and Kaiser bickered; him fucking you into submission. It was his guilty dark thought that he didn’t utter out loud. But oh boy was he always thinking about it. 

Ness had just returned from a trip abroad and you were so excited to see him after a week that seemed like eternity. You had told him that you wouldn’t be able to come see him at the airport, because you needed to take care of some things. However, that was only an excuse. In reality, you had prepared a perfect erotic atmosphere in the house to welcome him. You had worn his favourite lingerie set and had just finished putting on some lip gloss, when you heard his keys on the front door. 

You rushed to the door to greet him and to your surprise he wasn’t alone. Your expression turned sour and slightly irritated as you crossed your arms to your chest at the sight of Kaiser. Kaiser who had constantly nagged Ness to tag along because he had missed his “cute little feral kitty”, as he liked to call you. In reality though, Kaiser had an inkling that you’d pull something like this off, having eavesdropped on all your lewd conversations with Ness during this past week and he just wanted to see exactly this murderous expression of yours. 

What Kaiser hadn’t anticipated was his cock to harden the moment he laid his eyes on your mostly exposed body in that slutty lingerie. As you complained to Ness about him being here, Kaiser couldn’t help but take in all of your beauty that was usually reserved for your boyfriend’s eyes only. Ness nervously laughed, trying to calm you down, kissing your lips to shut your little mouth. You couldn’t help but melt in his kiss, too touch-starved from his one-week absence, a soft moan escaping your lips. 

“Who would have thought that a pretty girl like you would have such a foul mouth?” Kaiser whispered in your ear. 

His low voice startled you, making your body tremble as his hands caressed your body and his lips kissed your neck. You tried to push him off of you, only for Ness to grab your arms, slowly breaking away from your kiss. “Ness?” you expressed confused, your voice barely audible over your heavy breathing, before you moaned, as Kaiser sucked on your soft skin. You could see it in your boyfriend’s eyes, feel it in his gentler touch compared to the emperor’s rougher one; they had tricked you. 

Were you going to complain though? You could, you could and yet… You didn’t. For some reason you couldn’t explain at the time, you felt extremely aroused by this turn of events. Kaiser shamelessly groped your breasts, making you gasp. In a swift move, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, slapping your ass with a devilish grin as he followed behind Ness who headed to your bedroom. 

Kaiser threw you on the bed and before you could even process the situation, he was all over you, pinning you down on the mattress with his weight. His lips crushed yours, his hands roaming all over your body, exploring every inch of you. He kissed your jawline, before starting to work on his next mark on your neck, whilst his fingers expertly freed your titties from their confines. You moaned and ground yourself against him, as he pinched your nipples. “I didn’t know you made such cute sounds as well,” he mocked. 

And that mocking tone of his irritated you. Suddenly, you changed your position, having him now lie underneath you, as you sat on top of his clothed crotch that begged to be inside you. “Cocky bastard, know your place,” you hissed. You stood up, ready to go and fall in your boyfriend’s arms, only for Kaiser to grab your waist and have you sit on his lap. It mattered not how much you resisted, for his arms had wrapped around you like vices, keeping you in place. 

Kaiser removed your panties, his fingers rubbing teasingly your wet folds, as he cupped your breast with his other hand. Your head fell back on his shoulder, a low moan escaping your lips as he started teasing your clit. “Look at him.” He nodded toward Ness who was sitting on an armchair few metres from the bed. Your eyes widened seeing him already jerking himself off at the sight of the emperor having his way with you. “Do you wish to deny him the pleasure of watching you get ruined by me?” he cockily continued. 

His fingers dived in your tight pussy, curling up to hit that sweet spot that had your legs tremble. Ness’ hand matched the rhythm of Kaiser’s fingers fucking you, the lewd sounds of your wet core echoing in the rather quiet room, albeit yours and Ness’ moans and groans. Between the two of you, Ness was the first to cum, his seed falling onto his stomach as he moaned your name. It made your cunt clench around Kaiser’s fingers. He could feel that you were close. Yet he wasn’t going to allow you pleasure so easily. 

“Ness, come here,” the emperor ordered, pulling his fingers out of you, earning a whimpering complaint. 

Kaiser lifted you up, as he instructed Ness to sit on the edge of the bed. He then bent you over, your face almost hitting with Ness’ hardened cock that craved your attention. Looking up at your boyfriend, he looked down at you with pleading eyes, whimpering for you to take him in your mouth. You kissed his lips, before leaving a trail of kisses on your way down. You stroked his sensitive cock a few times, peppering his tip with kisses, then finally stopped torturing him and wrapped your lips around his shaft, earning a guttural moan from him. 

As you sucked your boyfriend’s brains out, Kaiser rubbed his cock on your dripping folds, coating it in your arousal, before slowly pushing himself inside till he bottomed out. You gasped, your body jolting at the sensation, while he let out a moanful groan. Holding tightly onto your hips, Kaiser started thrusting in your pussy, relishing the tight grip it had on his cock. “Isn’t she so cute, Ness?” he asked arrogantly. 

“Yes hng—” Ness moaned. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, darling,” he praised. 

“Yes,” Kaiser cooed, slapping your ass. “A pretty little whore.” 

Ness gathered your hair in a nice ponytail, gently forcing your head down his cock, moaning at his second impending orgasm. Kaiser’s grip on your hips was bruisingly tight, but he didn’t care. He was too preoccupied chasing after his own orgasm to mind if he was marking your body. In fact, it turned him on to mark you in front of your boyfriend, having both you and Ness remember this night every time you looked at those marks. 

Simultaneously, both Kaiser and Ness cummed, filling your cunt and your mouth with their seeds. As the former pulled out, the latter cupped your cheeks and kissed your lips, pulling you on top of him as he fell back on the bed. “Ness,” you complained. “I wanna cum,” you whined frustrated. Of course, you had understood that Kaiser was edging you on purpose. The cocky little bastard wanted to get back at you for all the times you had riled him up. 

The devilish emperor wrapped his tattooed hand around your neck, choking you, as he pulled you up, your back slamming on his chest. “Aren’t you asking the wrong person, kitten?” he cooed in your ear. 

And yet before you could hit him with one of your usual snarky remarks, your lips parted to moan, as Ness slid his cock in your pulsing pussy. “Don’t be mean to her, Kaiser,” he said, yet the smirk on his face told you he was only joking. Ness pulled you back down on top of him, burying his face in your titties, worshipping them with his lips, as he slowly thrust inside. 

“Well, I suppose I’ll have plenty of chances to tame this little kitty.” Kaiser grinned evilly. Stroking his cock a few times, he slowly pushed himself in your cunt, his cock brushing against Ness, making you feel overwhelmed by the slightly painful stretch. The emperor felt a little sympathy for you, allowing you some time to get used to both of them in your pussy, before he started thrusting in sync with Ness.  

You moaned at their double assault, your mind getting lost in a drunk daze of its own, writhing in pleasure between the two of them. You moaned their names, feeling their cocks get harder inside you. Their thrusts became more erratic the closer they got to their orgasms. Your own was close as well and you begged that they would allow the ecstasy to seize control of your body. And when your orgasm came crashing down on you like a tidal wave, your body convulsed in their hands, your arousal creaming all over their cocks, before they followed you to the heavens. 

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[yuckeeew]

and i do, promise

pairing. itoshi sae x gn!reader

genre. fluff | a bit of comfort | established relationship | soft!sae (._.) 

content/warnings. 1.5k+ wc | characters are aged up ! | maybe slightly ooc | talks of marriage | heavy in narration! | minimal proofread | from this ask lmao

in which: you and sae had a talk about your non-negotiables in your future married life.

“and i think we need a dog or a cat, a big fluffy one who will follow me everywhere because it has separation anxiety,” you exclaimed, turning to your lover from where he was sitting.

you and your boyfriend of five years were having one of your conversations about settling down. it wasn't a new topic between the two of you, and you appreciated that he was the one who often brought it up. after you welcomed him home, he would ask you questions about your vision for the future. 

tonight, he asked you what your non-negotiables were. 

given who he is, it always makes you happy that your lover, itoshi sae, was always the one who started these conversations. he respected your wishes of not being a fan of surprises or grand proposals. you remembered how he had brought it up on the night of your fifth anniversary, seemingly out of the blue, which was so unlike him.

“you woke me up just to ask if i want to marry you?”

“yeah, but i’m not saying it has to be now. only when you’re ready —”

“the answer is yes. now shut up and let me sleep, sae.”

the morning after, he asks you one more time, while handing you your coffee he made. just to be sure he heard you right, he says. and once again, you gave him the same answer you did when you were still drowsy.

and that's how you found yourself babbling to him about the pet of your dreams, while sae listened attentively, finding your excitement infectious. he thought it was oddly specific, but for now, he simply replied, “sure…” because he loved the way your eyes sparkled, knowing how thrilled you were to spend your life with him.

you are this excited to start a life with him, while sae would not even think for a moment that there's someone on this earth who can tolerate him for more than an hour (his manager made that very apparent). 

yet here you were, wanting him for life. to itoshi sae, that's as bizarre as the idea of cars flying around. 

so who was he to deny any of your requests? anything you had in mind, he'll get it done. pronto, if he could.

“how about our taxes, love? i don't think i can do that,” you shyly admitted, approaching him. sae instinctively tapped his lap, silently inviting you to sit.

besides, with his net worth, you're not even sure if it could be managed by one person. let alone by you. 

“i'll take care of that,” he said while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. you beam at his reply.

what was the point of having all that money if you had to stress over the mundane? if it were up to sae, he would tell you to simply focus on loving him, in which he would never since he thinks that it’s such a loser thing to say.

“and i want a house by the beach,” you continued, “it doesn't have to be big, but i want it to have big windows and a balcony where you can spend your days off looking at the sea.”

“why?” sae asked curiously, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

you looked at him, a mixture of surprise and conviction on your face. “because you love the sea, and i happen to love you, so it's non-negotiable, sae.”

sae doesn't need a mirror to know his own eyes softened at what you said. Ever since you broke your way into his life, you've done nothing but melt his cold heart with your warm smiles.

he thinks you got him down so bad, yet what's even funnier, he doesn't even see himself getting back right up.

“but how about you?” you whispered softly, your gaze shifting to his hands intertwined with yours, “what's on your mind?”

you. 

he’s thinking of how five years with you made him believe that a lifetime wouldn't be enough time to love you.

just you and him, looking at the sea from the balcony of your soon to be shared home. the image of waking up beside you every morning, making your coffee before you wake up, doing laundry and taxes with you — just the mere thought of sharing a life with you, all of it were consuming his thoughts.

sae would not be able to explain to his younger self how someone like him could be loved like this. younger itoshi sae would think he's such a lukewarm loser if he had known how the older sae couldn't even take a nap without you by his side, gently scratching his nape. how older sae struggles in overseas games now because he misses the weight of your head on his arm and the feeling of your breath on his neck when he cuddles you to sleep. 

and most of all, the younger itoshi sae would have never, ever imagined asking someone to marry him.

yet here he is, making a mental note of your requests. from the oddly specific fluffy pet down to your shared home, he had it memorized.

but as much as sae would dare to give you the world, to provide you with the best life imaginable, he knew that there would always be moments of challenge. 

because sae knows, he knows for sure – that the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with him.

the constant presence of the press, the strains of long-distance, and the voices of people who didn't truly know him beyond his performances on the field would always be there, trying to interfere with your relationship. 

and above all, sae's own flaws and bad habits would always unintentionally make their presence known.

your itoshi sae, who can give you the world, yet can only give you this much.

would that be fine? would that be enough? do you really want that to be your reality all these years to come? sae needs to know.

and so with a gulp, sae turned his head away from you and mustered the courage to ask the question that weighed heavily on his heart.

“are you fine with me giving you a life of fixing bad habits through arguments?”

as the words left his lips, sae felt your hand pause its gentle caress of his knuckles. it felt as if time stood still, and his heart skipped a beat, fearful of your response.

please. 

suddenly, sae found himself entranced by the weight of his necklace, the sleek chain pulling at his consciousness. its significance weighed heavily upon him, for nestled within it was a ring he had bought two years ago that he recently put in his necklace before coming home to you. 

one might say that it was an impulsive purchase. but to sae, he knew it all along that he belongs to you. the ring was just a mere material of his love.

as the tension mounted, sae's shoulders grew even more tense, his every nerve on edge. he felt your sudden shift on his lap, and his heart skipped a beat. moments later, your hands gently cupped his jaw, guiding his gaze to meet yours.

“will you choose us in every single argument?”

us.

you and him. 

it’s enough and more.

in that moment, a part of you knew that you didn't even need his verbal confirmation, for it was written in the depths of his captivating teal eyes. you both would choose each other, time and time again.

“only if you promise me that it's you and me against the problem, and it's never you against me,” you implored, the raw emotion in your voice resonating with his heart. “forget the pet, the house, and the taxes. this, sae. this is my non-negotiable.”

sae stared at you, his gaze unwavering, for what felt like an eternity. eventually, he reached for your left hand, which rested on his cheek. with utmost tenderness, he lifted it, bringing it eye level with both of your faces. closing his eyes, he pressed his lips against your knuckles, lingering a little longer on your ring finger.

“i promised to meet all of your terms, didn’t i? i promise you everything, anything,” he vowed, “you have my word for it, y/n.”

the sincerity of his words made your face flush with warmth. after all these years, he never failed to make you swoon. you wrapped both of your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into an embrace. nuzzling against his neck, you whispered, “do you promise?”

“with my damn life.”

a smile graced your lips as you nestled against him. “good. now, what are your terms for me, mr. itoshi?”

feeling his lips press against your temple, you relished in the tenderness of his touch. sae reached into his shirt, retrieving something from his necklace. your eyes followed his movements, and you gasped as you felt a cold band sliding onto your ring finger. looking up, you saw sae smiling lovingly at you.

“wear this all the time, and the one after this,” as sae's words lingered in the air, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a delicate and tender kiss.

with a soft sigh, sae pulled away ever so slightly, his eyes locked with yours, their depths shimmering with adoration. the ghost of a smile played upon his lips as he savored the moment, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek, tracing the contours of your face.

“that's my only non-negotiable.”

note. shit writing because i hate him. i swear i’ll fight him i swear swear swear. in case, i haven’t said it enough, i hate him. bye.

[yuckeeew]

what kind of porn do you think bonedo guys like to watch? 🥸🎤

(new bnd blog @angeltsan )

sungho:

public - i feel like he watches a lot of those japanese vids of ppl on the train/bus or like under the dinner table and stuff like that. also likes vids of girls masturbating in their cars and in drive thrus and stuff.

masseuse - the ones where it starts out as a massage where the recieving person gets all oiled up and slowly the masseuse starts touching the girls tits and then eventually they fuck.

riwoo:

solo female - just loves seeing girls making themselves feel good. i feel like he'd really love the ones that are real close up to the pussy.

food play - probably started out as just him being curious but he lowkey loves the vids of ppl licking whipped cream off of each other

jaehyun:

hentai - boobs. i feel like he'd also just find them so entertaining. i think he'd just like breast play videos in general too tbh.

femdom - this is a spectrum and he's been through every part of the spectrum. i feel like he mostly watches those vids of girls talking teasingly while milking their bfs <3

roleplay - the real corny cringy ones too, he just loves a roleplay idk. like oh ur the doctor and im the patient?? perfect for him.

taesan:

amateur - idk i just feel like he loves the realness of it, he's definitely not into anything that looks too high quality. loves the ones where u can tell it's filmed on someone's phone.

lesbian - i just feel like he'd love seeing two girls play with each other idk.

leehan:

hentai - i doubt this is surprising, he loves the big tits and the wild situations 😭

pov - loves the ones of girls sucking dick or the ones of girls riding guys

creampie - just loves it messy 🤷🏾‍♀️

[yuckeeew]

watching their girlfriend perform ・ 보이넥스트도어 idol!female reader + word count 0.7k genre est relationship fluff idol au cw not proof-read — more 🍀

jaehyun

literally a die-hard fan of your group! the loudest and most dedicated fanboy to ever exist???? watches on the big screen to observe every cute and pretty expression you make. jaehyun can't stay in one place, he's practically jumping in his seat, mouthing lyrics while doing small movements of your choreography (cutie). smiles too wide his cheeks start to hurt :(( gives up halfway and stands up from his seat to dance with you, knowing your part by heart but does end up doing the adlibs ( other groups around him find him so cute ).

the camera has caught him so many times he doesn't even care at this point, looking at the camera while pointing to the stage where your group is and giving it a double thumbs up ( don't be surprised when he's going viral again for his obvious adoration for you ). so many videos of him eyes tearing up with a loverboy grin on his face when your singing on stage goes viral cause the boy is just so clearly whipped

sungho

you cannot tear sungho's attention away from the stage. eyes always following you, whoever you may be, with a proud smile on his face. he's just so amazed! i mean imagine not having a super-talented idol s/o!?!? the camera literally catches him at the worst moments bc tell me why he's on-screen with his jaw agaped, hand over mouth, laughing, giggling kicking his feet. always staring at you with a stunned expression, hand over mouth, slapping jaehyun's arm ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

whenever you do something cute, his ears turn red. whenever you do something even remotely amazing he'd just gasp! ( celebration afterward ) notes to buy you a gift after the performance and treat you to an amazing dinner because you deserve it.

riwoo

tries not to make it too obvious or draw attention from your performance, but you can tell how happy he is. riwoo is literally losing his composure almost immediately after youre on the stage. his facial expressions range from 'damn that's good' to eyes widening to a very warm grin when you appear on the big screen. would subtly sing along, some parts (yours specifically) of the song he'll mouth. every once in a while you'd see him clapping along to the beat -- from the instruments to the stage, the dance break, and you-- all so captivating. ( /// ○ _ ○)

smile would grow twice in size once it's your part. stares are you with an 'o' shaped mouth and eyes filled with admiration. already knows your choreo by heart, would find himself on the big screen dancing along to the song then gets a bit shy and sits down. loverboy fr

taesan

will try to keep his reactions to a minimum but can't. I mean how could he? when someone as beautiful as you are belting their heart out onstage, who looks fabulous I might add, who wouldn't want to dance along with you? dongmin's eyes would follow your movements in complete awe, eyes never tearing away from the stage. <(■-■)>

trying to maintain his composure pt2 but FAILS MISERABLY AND is caught on camera literally melting to your stunning smile, finds himself smiling back. dancing to your parts and mirroring your moves in like tiny (?). he is completely whipped, having been told by woonhak that the camera is on him. hiding behind his hands while the others laugh at the way the blush creeps up. ( he's such a cutie)

leehan

always staring at you with so much adoration and love. donghyun loves hearing your voice and at times he'd just close his eyes and sway from side to side and give you such a love-sick smile it's insane. his dimples are so visible from a mile away. eyes glowing at you, when you hit that high note he's so mesmerized, like damn my baby can do that?? you’re the most gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful idol to him. you have the looks matched with the voice gifted by angels. and he tells you this every day but it's so evident with the way he looks at you. ~(^ ▫ ^)~

you have him wrapped around your finger whether you like it or not. when the camera focuses on you after the end for the performance for the ending fairy, he's on his feet clapping for you. you can hear him cheering so loud from the crowd, so blow a kiss to the camera, and watch him giggle like a school girl. (he'll blow a kiss back and the audience goes wild )

woonhak

is smiling dancing singing -- just everything! woonhak is so excited to see you perform. thinks you look absolutely gorgeous. can't stay in his seat pt2. fighting the urge to dance along and of course, he loses when he finds himself dancing with jaehyun during the chorus. staff members from the side are telling him to calm down, which he does, but not really. has way too much energy (^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^)

does your fanchant and fans are literally recording him doing it, calling him ( your group ) best boy, best fanboy. jaw drops to the floor when you wink at the camera and the boy freezes in place. it's like he's falling in love all over again. turns to his hyungs to show them that he knows your choreography, he's adorable. gosh he loves you so much.

taglist open ⁉️ @in2fly @leehanist

[yuckeeew]

new boyfriend rin would never ever, under any circumstance, admit that he likes the pet names you call him. well… unless you would stop doing it. (also me pushing the bffs to lovers pipeline)

You must be upset with him, Rin is convinced so. It’s the only logical and sensible explanation behind this unusual behavior. 

And he's going mad about it. Itoshi Rin is going mad any second now if he can't get to the bottom of this, he’s certainly convinced.

Every instinct screamed that your recent behavior was a reaction to something he'd done, but what? Was it the late replies to your text messages? No, you knew he was at practice and you told him you didn’t mind. Was it about the souvenir he brought back home to you from Paris? Sure, you teased him about its impracticality, but nothing that warranted this icy distance.

Or maybe it was something he said now? It must be, right? Everything boils down to his reckless poor choice of words, he supposes.

Slowly, Rin approached you by the couch you’re seated in. With your attention preoccupied by the selection of shows you’re browsing, you settled on looking at him briefly through your peripheral vision. Amused by how he’s slightly tiptoeing around, you let out a half-suppressed laugh to yourself. 

He looks like a cat sometimes, you thought from the sight. And acts like one too. Like a big black cat who would hiss at you if you looked at him funny, or one that would bite your hand if you stopped petting him to sleep. Funny how Rin could be like that too.

The moment Rin settles into the plush comfort of the couch, he gazes at you through lowered lashes, trying to read the play of emotions on your face, if there’s any. 

There’s nothing worth noting, and he doesn’t know if that should assure or bother him.

“Are we… alright?” he drawled.

What the fuck. He did not just sound like that. 

He did not just ask that and sounded like an anxious pathetic wet cat who just had a new home waiting for its owner’s permission over anything (highly specific because he’s a bit dramatic). Just what kind of loser have you reduced him into, really.

Oblivious of the internal turmoil in Rin’s mind, you turn to him, “Hmm? Yeah? Why’d you ask?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled. It’s enough that he already humiliated himself for the way he asked if the two of you were cool— doing it again by exposing himself that he thinks you’re mad plainly because he hadn’t heard you call him a pet name (like you always do) would be mortification in its final form.

“Okay, Rin.”

That’s it. This needs to end. Forget humiliation. He would rather choose to feel pathetic over any day than continue with this charade.

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Why would you think that?” you asked back instantly, shocked and extremely confused because of your boyfriend’s question. You’re literally just looking for a movie the two of you can watch— how is that any indication of being mad at him?

“Just answer the question,” he fumed, impatience settling on the furrow of his brows.

You said in the beginning of your relationship that you didn’t appreciate the silent treatment and guessing games, so don’t you think it’s hypocritical of you to do the same to him? (You’re not, but he just doesn’t know that.)

“I’m not mad at you, Rin.”

“You so are!” 

“I am not! But you, yelling and instigating it are making me right now!” you countered, voice hinted with irritation, “What is your problem, Rin?”

There it is again. Rin rose from the couch to face your sitting form, as if standing would better prove his point. “See? You’re calling me Rin!” he blurted.

“Well, maybe because it’s your name?!”

“Not to you, it’s not!”

A beat of surprised silence. Until your lips grew to such a wide smile that made Rin physically feel his heart melting. 

Yet, in Rin’s true fashion, he’ll never let you know how much air you knock out of him because of your beaming smile. Instead, he’ll say something along the snarky lines of, “Stop smiling like that.”

“Did my big bad grumpy Rinnie here thought we’re on a fight because I hadn’t call him baby?” you ask, purposely stressing out the words to disarm him more.

With a feigned exasperation, he comments, “I forgot how annoying you are.” 

“And I forgot how childish you can get sometimes,” you countered.

“I’m not childish.”

“You don’t mind me calling you Rin then?”

Rin rolled his eyes at you, but you know better than to put meaning to it. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you. With a swift tug, Rin pulled you closer, closing the distance between you effortlessly. His arm found its way around your waist, drawing you snugly against his chest.

“But I don’t see why you need to…” Maybe he could be a bit childish.

“I thought you didn’t like it,” you shyly muttered, drawing shapes in his arm. “The pet names, I mean,” you clarified, sensing the confused look he’s probably giving you behind.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He is baby. He is Rinnie. Fucking hell, that’s so loser of him to even voice it out in his own mind. 

“What? You call me by my name!” you defensively pointed out.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like your nicknames of me,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.

The pet names— they were more than what they served. It was important to him more than what he would admit. 

They were a secret language, a way you marked him as yours. A reminder that he wasn't just Rin anymore— just your friend.

He was now something more, something special.

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Besides… I love your name,” he whispered, his voice velvet against your hair.

It’s tender— no, it makes him tender. Saying your name has been the softest, kindest, and most tender way he’s used his words for. 

Maybe it’s a little pathetic, feeling this undone by a name. But then it’s you. 

It was your name— a name he could whisper with adoration, a name that belonged only to him to claim. 

You melt to his words, leaning deeper into his chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips, the sound swallowed by the warmth of his embrace.

Looking up at him, your eyes held a softness he often found himself getting lost in, “I love your name too, but I also like calling you pet names. Is it okay?”

“Whatever you decide.” He’s yours, either way.

note. this is basically rin being "my nameeee is whatever you decideeeee and i'm just gonna call you mineeee i'm insane but i'm your baby!!!!" yeah that song basically.

[yuckeeew]

Hiii could you do nsfw hcs for leonardo luna with fem reader?thank you if you do💜

ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ: ᴸᵉᵒⁿᵃʳᵈᵒ ᴸᵘⁿᵃ ˣ ᶠ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ | ᴺˢᶠᵂ, ᴹᵈⁿⁱ °○

ᵀᵃᵍˢ: ᴾᵒʷᵉʳ ᵖˡᵃʸ, ˢⁱᶻᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵏ, ᴰᵒᵐ!ᴸᵉᵒ, ᴹᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵖᵃⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ, ᵈᵉᵍʳᵃᵈᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ, ᵇᵒⁿᵈᵃᵍᵉ, ᴾʳᵃⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᶜᵉʳᵛⁱˣ ᵖᵉⁿᵉᵗʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ♤°

• He's a freak.

• He doesn't look like the type, but he is into all the nasty stuff: spanking, degradation, bondage, etc.

• Nobody knows this side of him, because they all assume that he's not the type of person to be into this stuff, but it's only because they never asked.

• From his arrogant and sarcastic nature though, he wouldn't have any shame telling people about his fantasies.

• But that's alright, because this side is only for you to see now.

• A hard Dom.

• From the first time he's been with you, it only brought this side out of him more, the more he's with you, the more he fantasies about all the nasty things he wants to do to you.

• When you had sex with him for the first time, he was gentle with you but always seemed a bit off, as if he was holding himself back from fully exhibiting his appetite for you.

• It was only after he has even dating you for a few months, that he knew he could share this side with you,

• You were pleasantly surprised.

• The first time he started domming you the way he wanted, it was an experience like no other.

• He loves how much bigger he is than you,

• He loves the way he can just manhandle you into any position he wants; it's like a power display to him.

• Degrades and praises you in Spanish

• So rough and with you, but always makes sure you're okay and so respectful of your boundaries

• He will immediately stop and make sure you're okay if you ever use your safe word

• Gives top-tier aftercare to make up for his roughness after; calls take out for you, bathes you himself, praises you, and cuddles you.

"Mmh, yeah baby, you like that huh?" Leo panted, as his hips slammed against your ass over and over. "You love it when I treat like nothing but a common whore huh?" His large hands grip onto your waist, grinding you deeper onto him than you already were. You mewled as you felt his warm tip poking at your cervix, threatening to penetrate it. Arms giving out, you rested your face on the pillow underneath you; covering it in a mix of your's and Leo's juices.

He continued his pace behind you, making you cry out in ecstasy. "F-fuck! Leo! I'm so close..." You whine, hands pawing at his. He doesn't hold you back, but brings one of his hands down onto your ass. PLAP! "Ah! Leo! I can't, I can't! I'm gonna cum!" You cry as his hands keep spanking you, making the skin he' abusing an angry red. "Tú eres adorable cuando dar alaridos de placer, cariño," he leaned down and whispered in your ears, "Vas a correrse?"

You could feel your insides tightening almost painfully as he whispers Spanish into your ear. He groaned as your pussy suddenly tightened around him, almost making the knot in his stomach snap. "Pl- please, please, Leo! I want to cum!" Panting, you feel your high approaching fast. "You wan- you wanna cum with me baby?" Leo gasped, his hips starting to stutter, knot tightening painfully in his stomach. "Yes! Yes! Wanna cum! Wan' you to cum in me Leo!" You beg, and with a final slam into your pussy, he growls as he releases all of his cum into you; collapsing onto your back from exhaustion. His cum was hot and thick, leaking into your cervix, and still managing to leak out of your red and puffy pussy. Both you laid still, panting, for a freak minutes; relishing in the after glow of your high's.

"H- mi amor, that was amazing," he says, finally rolling off your back, and you flip to your side to see him staring at you lovingly. "Always taking me so well and making me feel so good baby, you're so amazing." He caresses your hair, tucking a strand sticking onto your face behind your ear. "Mmm, you always fuck me so good Leo." You say back to him, smiling at his contented face. "That's because I have a baby like you," he says, pulling you into his strong arms. "I could never ask for anything more." He whispers and places a kiss on your head, letting you falling asleep into his chest. Smiling, he slowly let the heaviness of slumber take over him too.

♡ 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓾𝓷 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼! 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂!

[yuckeeew]

Hii can i request nsfw hcs for luna leonardo if you write about him

Sure thing nonnie!! Man, I really wish we got to see more of these guys, they looked cool. Sorry for the delay, the internet just fucking died

Leonardo Luna NSFW Headcanons

⟳ Ins't him that cocky guy? He is, even in his sexual/romntic life. He knows he is handsome - and has money and fame - and oh boy he isn't one to pretend to be humble about it. Guy is a charmer and gets around pretty easy, helps that he is a good fuck too.

⟳ He is vocal, lots of grunts and moans but mostly dirty talk. Expect a lot of teasing - the cockiness doesn't stop during sex. Expect a lot of dirty nicknames, he is into that too.

⟳ Is a dom, one who is into teasing and manhandling you to hell and back. He doesn't mind if his sub is obedient or a brat, he is having fun either way. If you are a brat, he is gonna take pleasure in putting you in your place. If you are obetient, though, you gonna get praised for it, but he's still gonna have fun teasing you relentlessly.

⟳ You don't speak Spanish? Too bad, it makes him even meaner, so don't let him know or else he'll only be speaking in Spanish and he will expect you to obey. You don't understand? Well, that's not on him.

⟳ Big into bondage, very much big into chokers and leashes. Wants to see you on the floor, on a leash for him to yank around. He'd enjoy tying you up just to watch you squirm against the restraints, he finds it cute even.

⟳ Big on body worship, mostly recieving it. He wants you clinging on his body like it's an addiction, and one that leaves you stupid cause that man is also big on dumbification. He's gonna get you mindless and babling and still tease you intensely for that.

⟳ Likes to fuck fast, rough and only stop when you are too tired to move a muscle. Actually, he goes beyond that quite a bit, he really likes it when you get weak cause that makes it easier for him to manhandle you.

⟳ Now for his dick, ain't much longer thn average but dude is thick, like real thick. Not very veiny tho, but it has a nice upwards curve, looks good and he knows how to use it. In terms of hair he ain't clean shaven but he keeps it trimmed, and since he is a blond, sometimes that's enough to make it seem like there is nothing.

[yuckeeew]

Blue Lock art~💙

[yuckeeew]

BEING CHARLES' OLDER SIBLING !

note. charles gives off the biggest little brother vibes and I stand by that. little shithead I love him <3

classic yapper brother x nonverbal sibling relationship. charles loves ranting and babbling about his day to you no matter how busy you are. he'll be tugging at the ends of your clothes while you're washing the dishes, excitingly going off about the most random topics.

has a sixth sense where he immediately knows whenever you're about to leave the house. don't even bother trying to tiptoe out that door. cause the moment your fingers even graze the doorknob, he is sprinting towards you like a madman. practically begging you to let him come with you (doesn't matter where you're going, he'll beg and beg till you have to bring him along otherwise your eardrums might just burst).

he always insists on playing soccer together! though, with his natural skills for the sport and his experience, it isn't hard to guess who the winner is each game. shamelessly ignores you whenever you accuse him of just wanting to beat you. if he covers his ears long enough, you'll shut up and go through another round of painful losses again.

of course, soccer isn't the only thing you guys play. charles is surpringly a big fan of several different board games! and he seems to be pretty good at them, too. uno is one of his personal favorites, partly because it's one of those games where both parties really get fired up.

alas, charles' tremendous luck is something you simply can not beat. he's grinning ear to ear, trying to hold in his giggle before brutally hitting you with a stacked +12. (he can't help but burst out laughing when he sees the way you begrudgingly pick up the cards.) don't be a sore loser now. you'll just have to step up your uno game.

despite his clinginess towards you, charles is still your younger sibling. and as younger siblings do, he doesn't hesitate to snitch and blackmail you to get what he wants.

oh, you recently flunked an important math test? well, you better start emptying your pockets and prepare to swallow your pride. he's more than happy to use your hard earned money to increase his candy stash.

of course, he isn't completely a little brat. he's still somewhat of a child, after all. whenever he's feeling down for whatever reason, he immediately seeks comfort by your side. sitting quietly and resting his head on your shoulder till his energy completely restores.

definitely used to barge into your room and slept there whenever he had nightmares. you can still remember the sight of his sniffling expression as he crawled into your bed and tried to explain his dream in a shaky voice. (he denies it whenever you try and bring it up.)

extremely petty and likes to pick fights over the smallest things with you. oh, did he hear you say you were craving cereal? well, too bad. he's already skipping his way to the pantry with a toothy smirk. why are you looking at him like that? it's not like he purposely made sure to use every last drop of the milk. oh well, maybe next time you'll think twice before 'forgetting' to pick him up from practice.

always ALWAYS tries to call shotgun and whines the whole car trip when he doesn't get it. purposely kicks on the back of your seat till you eventually can't take it anymore and just let him get the damn seat. too bad. charles : 3 you: 0.

[yuckeeew]

𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒? 𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘!

summary: in which you get sick and it's their job to take care of you.

includes: isagi, rin, kunigami, sae, reo, karasu, aiku, kaiser, bachira, nagi.

note: hi hellow i'm finally back from my week of tests! cheers to posting regularly (fingers crossed) <3

❥ HELICOPTER BOYFRIEND ALERT! he refuses to leave your side for anything. is hell-bent on smothering you in blankets and medicine! will also cook delicious homemade meals to help you get better.

which is what you've walked into this not-so-fine morning.

there are bundles of blankets on your shoulders, all in different colors, courtesy of your very sweet and very protective boyfriend. you're waddling from the bedroom, shoulders slumped under their weight and feet clad in hello panda socks, trying to reach the kitchen before he scolds you for leaving the bed.

he did that the last time you went to get a glass of water from the kitchen too.

the living room is a homey space that's been filled with pillows and a freshly scented humidifier that's been on 24/7 since you've caught the flu. peeking in, you see no signs of your boyfriend. shrugging to yourself at the lack of presence in the room, you continue your trek into the kitchen, stopping short when a familiar voice catches your ear.

leaning against the door that connects the kitchen to the living room, you listen with furrowed eyebrows as your boyfriend calmly speaks on his phone.

his voice is nothing short of sweet and respectful. you watch as he hums to himself, seemingly writing something on a piece of paper, before nodding to whoever's on the other side of the phone.

"yeah, i've bought that already." he hums as he continues scribbling with his pencil, "i've bought that too. is there anything else?"

"mushroom, salt, pepper, corn, chicken meat, eggs. is there anything else?"

the exchange lasts a few minutes at most, but you can't fight off the smile growing on your lips at the sight.

"no, mum. she doesn't have a fever. she has a cough and her nose is red from sniffling and blowing into a tissue all day but she's fine," he hums to his mother on the phone.

your eyes widen in surprise as you've finally realized who he's calling. your heart beats faster in your chest and a small giggle makes its way from your lips as you continue to listen in on their conversation.

"she's eating well. she should be better if-"

his eyes snap towards you at the sound of your giggle before he sends you a look of exasperation which has you giggling even more. he motions for you to come to his side with his fingers and when you do, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead.

"-sorry, mum. i caught a peeping tom," he says into the phone before quirking an eyebrow at you, a frown on his lips. "as i was saying, she'd be better already if she'd actually stay in bed and sleep like i told her to."

he says the last part with a gentle poke to your side and he smiles at the laugh it brings.

"yeah, she's right here."

you watch as he wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you into his arms. he looks at the guilty smile you send him, and chuckles with a shake of his head.

"mum wants to talk to you," he says after listening to his mother talk. he leans in to press another kiss onto your forehead before pressing speaker. "you can talk now, mum."

the smile on your face only grows when his mother wishes you a quick recovery, and to listen to her son's words. you say goodbye to her when he ends the call.

"your mum's so sweet," you say as he pockets his phone. giving him a smile, you lean forward to wrap your hands behind his neck. "what did you call her for?"

he focuses his attention back to you, placing the sheet of paper on the counter. "i needed a family recipe," he says as a hand stays around your waist, the other checking your temperature. "mum has a special soup for coughs and the flu."

"i can't believe you called your mum for me," you say with a teasing smile as you lay your head on his chest. "that's so sweet of you."

"now that you know," he quirks an eyebrow at you, looking at the multiple blankets around your shoulders. "what are you doing here? i told you to stay in bed. to sleep."

"i'm sorry," you say with a guilty smile, pressing a kiss on his cheek to smooth the frown on his lips. "i got thirsty."

it's silent for a few seconds before it's broken by the sound of your squeal moments later. he places one hand behind your feet and the other on your back, intent on carrying you back to the bedroom.

"hey!" you protest as you squirm in his arms. "i didn't even get to drink yet!"

he looks down at you with a frown, proving a point by handing you a two-litter water bottle for you to hold.

you watch with a pout as he makes his way back to the bedroom, softly placing you in the middle of the bed before standing back up with an expectant look on his face.

"anything else?" he asks with a quirked eyebrow and amusement clear on his features. "or will you finally go to sleep?"

"can i help you cook?" you ask with a hopeful grin.

he sends you a look, shaking his head with a chuckle before leaning down to rewrap the blankets around your body. "sleep," he mumbles as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "i'll be back with the soup, then we can do something fun."

he leans against the door, awaiting your answer with an expectant look on his face that you can't say no to.

"good girl," he nods in content at your answer, happy that you're finally listening to him. he sends you a sweet smile, his eyes softening as you continue to stare at him. "sweet dreams, precious."

it's hours later when you wake, head on his lap with his hand in your hair. and it's only then that he hand-feeds you his mother's special soup along with sweet kisses to make sure you have a speedy recovery.

isagi, rin, kunigami, seo, SAE (believe when i tell you that i would sacrifice anything for this to happen to me. because i would).

❥ TEASES YOU FOR CATCHING GERMS when in reality, he's dying on the inside from worrying over your state. is the type to not really know what to do, constantly in a state of panic. will call all over to ask for advice which results in him getting 91829272 brands of chicken soup and medicine from the convenient store.

the day has been nothing but brutal on you. a killer headache, scratchy throat, and a fever? this nightmare seems to be never-ending. to top it all off, your boyfriend's been teasing you all day long for catching a virus. you've had enough of him as you both stand under the same umbrella, waiting for the bus to arrive as it's raining cats and dogs.

"seriously," he says with cocky tone and a nudge to your shoulder. "if you don't start taking care of yourself, you'll be walking like a grandma by the time you're 25."

"gee, thanks." you roll your eyes at his teasing remarks, sniffling as the cold sends a shiver down your spine. "you sure know how to treat a sick person," your tone is dripping with sarcasm.

"no problem, babe," he chuckles as the bus comes to a stop in front of you. his grip on your wrist is warm and comforting, and he only moves to take your hand in his. "c'mon. this is our bus."

you let him lead you inside, swaying on your feet as your skull throbs from the headache. sniffling, you come to a stop behind him, staring at the elderly couple as they get off from their seats. you sit beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder as the bus starts to move.

"you can go home first," he says in a low tone, being considerate of your state. "i've got something i need to do first then i'll drop by."

your eyebrows furrow in confusion at his words. as far as you know, there isn't practice after school, and he's been intent on coming over to your apartment to study.

"okay," you shake away any other thoughts and nod limply against his shoulder. "i'll wait for you to come back before studying."

"how considerate of you," he chuckles as he pats your head, smoothing his thumb across your forehead to help soothe your discomfort.

the ride home isn't long. the bus is quiet; not many passengers are on, and their chatter is muted. you start to make your way into dreamland, his shoulder the perfect pillow and his warmth the coziest blanket.

"hey," he whispers as he nudges you awake. "you're almost at your stop. you need to get up, baby."

"right," you grumble as your eyes start to open, shaking off the sleepiness as a yawn tumbles out of your lips. "c'mon, we should wait by the door."

he sends you an apologetic look, shaking his head. "i'm not getting out just yet, babe. my stop's the next one." he still has your hand in his, thumb still rubbing gentle circles on the skin. "i'll wait with you by the door though."

still in the haze of sleep, you nod as you rub a hand across your eye. you wait until he stands before following him, your hands still intertwined. he leaves a kiss on the crown of your head, along with his umbrella, waving as you get off.

trudging against the rain, umbrella in hand, you walk the short path back to your apartment. pressing the code and sniffling as you do, you whisper a small i'm home into the empty space.

you've only finished preparing two cups of hot chocolate and a plethora of snacks when the doorbell rings, his image flashing on the monitor. opening the door, you're about to sniffle a small hey but all that comes out is a gasp.

"why the hell are you wet?!" you gasp at your boyfriend's appearance, sopping wet from top to bottom with his hair plastered onto his forehead.

"i gave you the umbrella, remember?" he chuckles with a teasing wink. "don't tell me your memory is starting to become like a grandma's too. besides, it isn't so bad."

frowning at his words, you're quick to run into the bathroom, taking along 2 towels with you. "i didn't think it was the only umbrella we had. you should've brought it with you." pausing for a second, you tilt your head with a question, "where did you go anyway?"

"and let you walk home in the rain?" he scoffs, ducking behind the door to pick up three paper bags. "not a chance, babe."

you eye the bags, recognizing the symbol from your local supermarket's. moving to the side, you try to take one of them but he's quick to dodge your advances.

"i- uh- i went to the supermarket." he nods down towards the bags, taking the towels from you to dry his hair. "went to buy you some medicine and soup. to kill the germs and all that."

he stops his movements at one point as he runs a hand on the back of his neck. "didn't know which one to get. everyone i called recommended different things so i bought all of 'em."

raising your eyebrows at the sweetness of his gesture, you chuckle before pushing him into the bathroom. "go shower. i made some hot chocolate before you got here, so we can have that after."

"with marshmallows and chocolate syrup?" he asks with wide eyes, smirking when you nod your head yes. "that's my girl."

you both didn't do any studying that night. intent on feeding each other soup and taking turns sipping the hot chocolate, you end up in his arms. "don't every get sick ever again, you hear me?" he threatens with a sleepy yawn as he presses you deeper into his chest, nuzzling into your hair. "i was about to die, thinking you were dying."

you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

karasu, aiku.

❥ A KISS A DAY KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY is what he says when you tell him that you're sick. is the type of boyfriend to become whinier and touchier, laying in bed all day asking you to cuddle him as if he's the who one who's sick and not the other way around.

"c'mon," he whines, tugging at your sweater as you head towards the soccer field. today's practice is a simple one; a match against the rival team to gauge each players' readiness for the real match. you're only here because he insisted you come watch. "we do this before every match. you can't deny me, my good luck charm."

"no." you groan for the umpteenth time that day, insistent on refusing him because of your cold. "i told you. i can't kiss you today. besides, your talent and hard work are enough to get you through this play. even without my kisses."

"i won't get sick," he scoffs with a roll of his eyes, ignoring your last statement. "one kiss won't get me sick."

"well, i don't care if it's one kiss or a hundred. i'm not kissing you because you have a big game next week, and i will not jeopardize your play by accidentally passing on the flu to you."

"fine," he huffs with an annoyed pout on his lips. one you are dying to kiss off, after you get better. "i'm blaming you if we lose this play."

you sigh as he grumpily stalks off to the field, leaving you to sit on the bleachers all on your lonesome.

"see, i told you. you don't need my kisses to win." after three rounds and a win, you finally get to say it to his face. with a smug smile on your face, you watch as your boyfriend packs his things, ready to go home after a day on the field.

"whatever," he grumbles, still pouty, and visibly upset. he swings his bag onto his shoulder, extending his hand for you to take. "please tell me that i still get my victory cuddles, at least."

taking his hand, you walk side by side.

he glances at you from the corner of his eyes before directly looking at you, placing his chin on your shoulder. "i still get them," he says with his cutest puppy eyes and pout, "right?"

biting your lip, you will yourself not to fall into his trap. "i'm sorry," you say as you shake your head. "no cuddles until i'm better too."

"evil." he shakes his head, lifting his chin off your shoulder to look at the street ahead. "you're plain evil. you know i can't survive without your kisses and cuddles."

"it's just for a few days." you sigh as you squeeze his hand, stopping to wait for the red light. "then you can have as many as you want. promise."

"you saw how draining practice was," he huffs, eyes stubbornly set on the ongoing traffic, showing his dislike at your current predicament. "i need to recharge with your cuddles."

he tugs your hand when the traffic light turns red, pushing you into the inner part of the sidewalk. "i want them now," he says with another pout before stopping altogether, pointing at your shoes. "your laces are untied."

"huh?" you look down but before you know it, your view's been blocked by the top of his head as he squats to re tie the laces.

"you're so clumsy," he admonishes with a grumble. "what if i'm not here, and you trip?" he then grins to himself as an idea comes to mind.

"that has never happened before and you know it."

tying your laces, he sighs dramatically before standing up, right in front of your face. he's quick in his movements, taking your chin in hand, he presses a peck on your lips.

his face is filled by beaming happiness. his eyes are squinted, his lips spread wide in a grin, and it takes everything in you to not pull him into another kiss because right now? you should be mad.

"you know what? whatever." you groan, lifting your hand in exasperation as you walk in the direction of your houses, intent on letting him walk alone. "you can only blame yourself if you get sick."

he's next to you in a second, his expression still joyful, as he practically walks with a skip in his step. he presses kisses onto every layer of your exposed skin, starting from your forehead and ending with the knuckles on your hand. you bite your lip at how adorable he is, content with his affection.

"just you wait and see," he says in a sing-song voice as he moves in to press another kiss on your lips. "i'll prove you wrong."

"whatever you say then," you mumble as you eye the convenient store right at the corner of the street. "can we stop by first? i need to buy-"

"there's no need." he interrupts your words, fishing his hand into his bag before pulling out a set of painkillers and medicine. "i've got them right here."

you say nothing as you tackle him into a hug, pressing kisses onto his face with a lovestruck smile on yours.

"heh," he says, face flushing at your sudden display of affection. "i should surprise you more often."

as a reward for buying you medicine, and for not kissing him before his match, you let him cuddle and kiss you for the rest of the day with no complaints.

the next day, you laugh in his face when he calls to tell you that he has a cold, snickering an i told you so when you go to take care of your big whiny baby.

KAISER, bachira, nagi (with less dramatics and energy).

[yuckeeew]

Take into Consideration

Blue Lock Boys and the things that they do in a relationship.

Requested Characters: Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser and Oliver Aiku.

Notes: A.B.A's theme Symphony goes hard.

Sae Itoshi

The Small things he does for you.

It's the small things that make your relationship with Sae truly bloom.

From bringing little souvenirs, buying your favourite meal, and even watching the same show with you over, and over again.

He may look like he's irritated, but he was born with the face that freezes people's hearts. But it somehow warmed up yours.

Maybe you like them weird.

According to his teammates and family, it's a miracle he's even in a relationship with someone. His brother, Rin, informed you that had it not been for you entering his life, Sae would probably grow old, bitter and most importantly, single.

"Sae, would you get my-"

"I found your socks."

In his hands was your socks that you've been wanting to wear, but couldn't find them. So you, being you, assumed it was lost.

"Where did you find them?", you inspected the cotton made object in your hands. "I've been looking for them like a mad person!".

He shrugs it off and just hands it to you. Without wasting any second, you hug him from behind and gently kiss the nape of his neck.

"Thank you, Sae.", you whisper.

"It's nothing.", he answers, turning himself around just so he can hug you, and hide the faint redness on his ears.

Michael Kaiser

Would never do it for anyone else, but you're the exception.

He is the dictionary definition of "I don't run for anyone, but for you, I'll make an effort."

At first, he is drama queen, ready to complain about everything and anything as it doesn't suit his style.

But, if you stroke his ego well enough, (or sees Isagi, Don Lorenzo, or someone who is making his life difficult), prepare to see this man go toe-to-toe with giants and win.

His cocky nature is just part of a façade he puts on in front of people. Deep inside, he's genuine and very clingy when the two of you are alone.

"Please, Michael."

"Absolutely not, the fact you're asking should be against my rights."

Before you could even finish, he dived into the pool, surprising everyone. He then got up, slicked his hair back and exited the pool.

He looked like he was in an edit, had you not had your phone recording, you would've cried.

He looked at with a serious look, "You better send me the video later, and I want my cuddles."

Oliver Aiku

It's stupid in theory, but since it's him...

Oliver Aiku. Damn. That's one rough world you are living, but worry not for he'll do something absolutely ridiculous, but since it's him...

We can let it slide...

You swore he acted like those people in thirst traps, but he did it so well you might as well forget about it.

Even with some people giving you looks like you have stolen someone's husband, you don't mind and feign ignorance for a crime you have never committed.

Well, you did steal most women's dream husband, but he was yours first!

"So, how do I look?"

He emerged out of the closet with a tuxedo. But there was a problem. The stubble on his chin was working its magic, his tie hanged low.

It was low enough to see a glimpse of his chest, and the veins popping from his hands. And his cocky smile.

You would see this in a form of your friends' photos, but to see this before your very eyes. You are at a loss of words.

"You know, I can stay here with you, that is if you are jealous?", his smirk got even wider than before. You'll let it slide this once.

"We're watching the new movie that just got released, I'll get the popcorn."

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[yuckeeew]

This is entirely Ari and Jaspers fault. I’m actually insane for this man.

Pairing: Oliver Aiku x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, cunnilingus.

There’s something about the way Oliver Aiku’s stubble tickles your ear when he leans down to whisper against it that has your cunt throbbing with desire. It’s the salaicious implication behind it as his warm breath fans against your skin and you feel him pressed against your hip, a subtle indication that he might actually be good at it.

But he’s pathetic really, especially paired with the sheer audacity he holds that thought he could get away with asking you such a crude question. It’s enough having to deal with him on and off the pitch as one of the team administrators, but this? You weren’t drunk enough for this—

“Do you wanna suck my cock?”

It had been the last thing you’d expected to hear when he’d pressed his lips to your ear, and you should’ve walked away at that alone. There were more than enough men in this dirty dive bar that would at least have better small talk at bare fucking minimum.

“No.” You scrunched your nose in irritation, already intent on walking away.

“Aw come on,” He grins, taking a sip of his beer, “Don’t be like that, sweetheart.”

The pet name should’ve been his second strike, so why were you still here?

“I’m not your sweetheart,” You shot him a smile back, full of faux sincerity.

“But you could be,” He grinned.

“Nah, I don’t think I could.”

“You always act like you hate me.” He pouts, and you have to stop your heart from squeezing at how adorable he looks— you have to stay strong.

“Yeah, it’s an act.” You reply sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you down the rest of your drink.

That’s why you hate yourself for where you are now, legs spread while Oliver looks at you like the cat that got the cream. Licking his lips as he peels your sticky panties to the side, eyes sparkling in delight as he notices the wet patch that stains the fabric.

“Knew you were lying,” He scoffs, “Were you this wet when you were talking to me, huh?”

“Shut up,” You sneer, scrunching your nose in frustration.

“That’s not very nice, is it?” He presses a wet, sloppy kiss to your inner thigh.

And the moment you feel the rough stubble graze your thighs, it’s game over. Legs lock around his head to cage him in, chasing the sensation as you shamelessly wiggle your inner thighs against the side of his face.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, sweetheart.” He grins, large palms dipping into the plush of your thighs as he prizes them open like a cherished gift.

He licks his lips in anticipation as he ogles your sex, revealing just how wet and ready you are for him— strings of your slick glisten against you invitingly and it only boosts his ego knowing that it’s all for him.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen.” He speaks, and you’re unsure whether it’s to you or him, but it doesn’t stop your clit from pulsing in response. The swollen nub desperate for attention as you writhe beneath his grip, Oliver’s warm breath that fans against it not nearly enough as you feel pleas sitting on the tip of your tongue.

But you’re determined not to stoop so low, to give his ego even more of a boost. He’s shameless enough as it is, with the cocky curl of his lip as he deliberately hovers inches from your slit.

“At least this pussy’s fucking honest,” He chuckles, “Look how much she wants me.” And it’s enough to have you weaving a hand through his messy mop of hair as your nails drag against his scalp. Twisting at the root to hold him steady as you buck your hips, pushing his face into your eager cunt.

His lips smash against your clit, giving it some needed relief as you whine in satisfaction. Your body convulsing as your eyes roll back into your skull, pleasure shoots through your veins like he’s an addictive drug and you’re certain you won’t recover.

But it’s the way his rough stubble grazes the sensitive skin that has you crumbling, your toes curl as you turn into the needy, desperate slut he’d said you were—

“Fuck,” He groans, muffled by your cunt as he slurps and guzzles your slick like he’s picked the ripest peach, “You’re such a mess.”

It’s debauched, and borderline depraved as you feel a mixture of his spit and your slick drool between the curve of your ass. Slurping it into his mouth before spitting it back down against your messy slit, positive there’s a puddle beneath you as Oliver continues to ruin you.

You’re certain you won’t survive— the flat of his tongue swipes from your tight rim as he works the length of you, all the way to the top as you feel the rough stubble on his chin tickle your clit. Oliver repeats the motion, as though he knows it’s exactly what you want. And perhaps it is— the sensation has you crying out for him as you shamelessly fuck his face. Chasing the sensation of his beard against your slit as you let the friction catch your clit, feeling the familiar throb swirl in your abdomen as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of bliss.

And he knows from the telltale way your thighs begin to shudder and your hole begins to pulse as he weaves a hand around your thighs to press down on your pelvis. Increasing the pressure and pulling the hood of your clit back as he nuzzles your cunt, bristling against you as you find yourself crying out for him. Reduced to a pathetic, debauched mess as he stares up at you from between your clenching thighs.

Oliver works you through your climax, his tongue prods your leaking hole greedily after as though to taste his victory. Pressing a final, lingering kiss to your over sensitive clit as he pulls back with a cocky grin. The mess of your climax now threaded through the fuzz on his chin as he shamelessly wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Still gonna act like you hate me, sweetheart?”

[yuckeeew]

Apparently Miles is a JJK fan (in the comics)

If you put these two in a room together I think the result would be adorable 🥺

[yuckeeew]

reo and his bedroom mirror : ̗̀➛

REO MIKAGE x f!reader

cw. smut, humiliation kink (?), hair-pulling, praise

“…You have a mirror in front of your bed…?” You let out in a soft voice, your eyes gleaming over your reflection at the large mirror that covered a large portion of his wall. Within the mirror, you could see practically every aspect of the room, which was cleaned at every corner— Though none more tidy than his made bed.

“Huh?” Reo turned to look at you. “Oh, yeah.” He responded shortly, not thinking too much of it as he pushed his slippers to the side.

“Is it for any… Particular reason?” You said, your voice quiet with nervousness.

“Not really. It just happened to come with the room.” He shrugged, standing next to you to stare at your two bodies in the reflection. “It’s a little bit humbling to have to look at myself as soon as I get out of bed, but it’s nice to have there.” He chuckled. “Why? Did you think there was a specific—“

When he turned to look at you with his own eyes, he could see how your face had completely flushed at the sight of the large slab of glass, your mind rushing with possibilities. He furrowed his eyes for a moment, stumped at what could cause you to be so flustered, and he was only met with a shamefully lustful look in your eyes when he held you by the shoulder closest to him to slowly avert your gaze into his.

It wasn’t until he had you bent over in doggy-style on his bed a short while later, pounding into your soppy cunt from behind as you pressed your face against the comfy layer of blankets sprawled across his messy mattress. As you whined against the soft comforters, Reo reached over to grab a handful of your hair, yanking your head back up so you were forced to stare at your own reflection as you were being fucked dumb by his cock.

“Don’t hide that pretty face from me. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He chuckled in a deep tone, his hips not ceasing its thrusting as he whispered lowly into your ear. “Fuck, you’re such a pervy girl. The first thing you think of when you enter my room is getting fucked like this in front of my mirror? That dirty little mind of yours is just so adorable.”

[yuckeeew]

i’d give this man the sloppiest head

[yuckeeew]

itoshi rin matches the "i hate everyone but you x golden retriever girl" trope to a t. i do not care what you say. he shows this in many ways. 

1) could be the way his gaze quickly switches when he's looking at you. you often find yourself being dragged to his friend's hangout, which he just so happened to be dragged to as well. you see his cold eyes piercing dagers into their souls, but then he turns to you, and the cold gaze is replaced with one of fondness and love. everyone can see it. he does not have to be big on public pda, the way that he looks at you, even when others are around, is enough. 

2) the way he speaks to others compared to you. anyone who isn't you gets to speak to the rude rin, the one that looks at everyone else as below him, the rin who does not care for any single atom on this earth. but then, there's you again. the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, the only person he sees as his equal, no scratch that, someone even better than him. (of course, rude rin is still there; he lets that part of him slip simply because being cold is the only emotion he's known for so many years now.)

3) the way he's so touchy with you. it takes a while but eventually, when he gets comfortable, there's no getting him off of you. once he puts his head on your lap, wraps his hand around your thigh, and closes his eyes, it's over for you. you're not leaving until he says so.

4) it takes time and baby steps, but you finally get him to talk about his emotions, and all he can do is cry to you and tell you how much he loves you, knowing damn well no one else has ever seen him break down like this, and no one other than you ever will.

wanted to make this longer but i’m fighting 2029292929 demons as k try not to fall asleep rn

[yuckeeew]

WE ARE THE LOVESICK (GIRLS) - SAE ITOSHI

synopsis: Sae learns what the term 'whipped' means and comes to terms with it.

content: a sick!fic, fluff, sfw, early established relationship, itoshi siblings have a good(?) relationship, feels more like a brother bonding fic, soft!sae, sae centric pov, fem!reader word count: 1.6K a/n: yuh the title is based off of my fave blackpink song hehe and my bf is sick rn and instead of taking care of him im writing instead whoops - also posting this on rins birthday is NOT a crime

There are two things that Sae takes from this impromptu trip back home. One is that he should've done his passport renewal online because now he has to wait up to a whole month. He's not mentally prepared to explain that to his manager who's currently over six thousand miles away. And two, he's recently learned that you get sick really easily when you travel. Like ridiculously sick.

"Sae, I'm dying."

There's a sniffle. A cough. And then silence.

You definitely sound like you’re dying, Sae thinks. From the kitchen, he carefully watches your movements on the couch. Which is almost minimum to none. When you don’t respond to your name, Sae rushes over and takes a look. Your cheeks are flushed, hair sticking to your forehead in a way that didn’t look comfortable, a bit of drool hangs from the sides of your mouth from your lack of ability to breathe, and worst of all —

"My head hurts, Sae…" Another cough. "Do you have any aspirin?"

In the most loving way, he wishes you would’ve just stayed back in Spain.

He takes hold of your palms and places his forehead against yours. It's hot and wet to the touch. It makes him physically recoil back and Sae looks almost annoyed with himself. Maybe he should've tried harder to convince you to not come.

Sae hasn't been back home in maybe a year or two, he thinks, but surely there must be some aspirin or any form of medicine in the house, right? A quick rush through the drawers and every nook and cranny in the house proves him otherwise.

Sae jogs back to your curled-up figure on the couch and throws on his windbreaker. "I'll go out to the store and get some."

"No," You sit up too fast and wince, hands settling on the sides of your temples to support the weight of your head. "I'll get over it soon. Maybe it's just the humid weather?" You lamely suggest.

You always double down whenever it comes to your health. Trying to convince yourself that it'll get better soon because you hate being an inconvenience to others — others being Sae. You're doing this even when you look like an absolute (beautiful) wreck in Sae's eyes right now. But maybe he shouldn't exactly leave you alone when you're in a feverish state, especially in a space you're unfamiliar with.

He takes off his windbreaker and gently places it over your shoulders as he thinks on his feet. "Then I'll get someone else to do it."

You wrap yourself in his jacket and repress back a coughing fit. "Huh, like who?"

Only one person pops up in his mind and Sae isn't sure if he can count on him. But, even after everything that they've gone through, he can probably trust him. Well, maybe not trust but more like he's his only option.

"When did you even get back?"

"Last night," Sae answers and rushes to the point. "I need you to make an errand run."

"What?" Rin’s voice fills with annoyance over the line. "Why would I do that?"

"Because," Sae looks over his shoulder at the sight of your body in a fetal position on the couch. You’re visibly shaking a bit too much for his liking. Sae takes a deep breath and exhales loud enough for his brother to hear. "My girlfriend is sick. I've checked the cabinets and we don't have any medicine. I don't want to leave her alone at our house."

There's a pause and Sae is wondering if his brother has hung up. Then, Rin clears his throat on the line.

"You want me to drop what I’m doing to get medicine for your sick girlfriend? Am I hearing that right?"

Sae snaps his head at the sound of you coughing once more. You look disheveled and your eyes are unfocused on what's in front of you. He sharply inhales once more. "That's exactly what I want. Do you need me to repeat it?"

Another pause and then it's Rin's turn to sigh.

"Whatever. Be there in fifteen."

And Rin keeps his word, showing up precisely in fifteen minutes, in his tracksuit to be exact, begrudgingly holding a plastic bag in his hands. The big yellow smiley face contrasts sharply with Rin's visibly irritated expression. In the bag, there’s a bottle of aspirin, cough syrup, vitamin gummies, and three ice cream bars.

Rin takes one of the ice cream bars before shoving the bag into Sae's hands. "You owe me." He hisses out.

Sae ignores his brother's glare and only nods, mumbling a lazy "thanks" before making his way back into the living room. Rin quietly follows behind. Sae figures it's because he's semi-curious about how he's been, though Rin will never admit it.

You stir from the couch at the sound of plastic and wake up when Sae pours out the contents onto the coffee table, immediately ripping the cough syrup packaging open and pouring the recommended amount into the little plastic cup.

"Here, take this." And Sae watches as Rin grimaces at how softly he speaks to you.

You weakly nod and tilt your head enough for Sae to bring it to your lips. A quick swallow followed by an equally quick shudder from the bitterness and you manage to crack a small grin. "Thank you, babe."

Rin suppresses a gagging noise when Sae plants a chaste kiss on your forehead. You take this moment to finally register two and two together. Sae hasn't outright introduced you to his family members, but he has shown you pictures of them from time to time.

"Sorry for the intrusion—you must be Rin, right?" You sit up straight, still wrapped around Sae's windbreaker, and extend out a hand. "He's told me a lot about you."

Yeah, maybe Sae should've locked you back home.

His younger brother throws him a look, not annoyed but slightly amused. "He has?"

You seem to miss the panicked scowl that Sae flashes at you and continue on. "Plenty! He talks about you almost every day and watches your games at the dinner table."

Sae tenses when he feels Rin's gaze hardening on him. "You do...?"

Sae awkwardly clears his throat, suddenly feeling heat rushing to his neck, and starts heading towards the kitchen. "I'm going to make a drink."

Fortunately, you didn't catch the thick tension and begin rambling to Rin. And seeing Rin attempting to start a conversation with you is physically painful. Sae sips on a cup of coffee as you talk about what you do for a living and how you and Sae met. Rin awkwardly nods, adding a small few comments here and there. He'll occasionally try his best to smile and sound remotely interested without coming off as a deadpan ass. Talking to Rin is like talking to a rock, Sae concludes. A giant, lanky, grumpy rock.

"It was nice meeting you, Rin." Your voice still sounds fried but better than what it was earlier.

"Yeah, you too." The taller male rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and stands. "Hey," Rin's voice directs over to Sae and he nudges his head towards the hallway. "Mind if we talk real quick?"

Sae exhales for what it feels like the tenth time today. "Sure."

Both brothers lean on opposite sides of the wall, seemingly also avoiding each other's gazes because wow the floor looks mildly entertaining right now. When was the last time that they even had a proper conversation without ripping each other's throats apart? Sae honestly can't remember but it didn't seem like that was on Rin's to-do list.

Rin breaks the heavy silence first with a loud unwrapping sound from his ice cream bar. He stares at it for a long moment and splits the bar down the middle, offering one stick to Sae. "How long are you staying for?"

Sae accepts it and takes a small bite. "A month."

"Showing your girlfriend around the country?"

"Maybe, but I'm just waiting on my passport."

"Should've done it online, dumbass."

Sae pretends the comment doesn't tick him off. "Why are you asking anyway?"

"Nothing." Rin drops the subject and finishes off his half of the dessert. "You've gotten softer. It's like you're whipped or something."

Sae rolls his eyes and bites off the remaining ice cream on his stick. "What does that mean?"

"It means that if she asked you to do a handstand and sing a song, you'd do it."

Sae finds himself pausing, thinks for a bit, and shrugs. "And that's a bad thing?"

Rin's eyes narrow before racking a hand through his hair. "Actually, forget I said anything."

For a brief second, Sae isn't sure if Rin is annoyed at the fact that he would do all those things for you or if he's annoyed that he didn't know what whipped means. Maybe both.

Rin pushes himself off the wall and starts heading towards the entrance, waving off to you as you lay on the couch, probably scrolling aimlessly on the phone. Before Rin steps out, he whips around and gives Sae a final hard stare.

"If you're ever free, let me know." And before Sae can even respond, he's out the door.

You giggle from the couch at the interaction. "He's cute."

The couch dips slightly as Sae plops down next to you, arms immediately wrapping around your waist and tugging you close to his embrace. "Sometimes weird." He adds.

"By the way," You start in a coy tone. "You're fine with doing all of that?"

Sae presses his lips against your shoulder and hums. "Doing all of what?"

"A handstand and singing me a song." Your grin is so infectious that it's making his heart swell.

"I can do it no problem," Sae replies easily.