Hey friends, I'm working on a Blue Lock × male reader The Fanfic will be found on Wattpad soon. I barely wrote the prologue and I'm already scared that I'll get blocked the mind and I couldn't continue with the story. #fear #terror #ozuna. well, I haven't published it yet, I have some short stories about the same thing in case you want to stop by and read it. My username is @pollosabro_exe, it's in Spanish.
Ay amikos ando haciendo un fanfic de bllk x Male reader en Wattpad apenas hice prólogo ya me dió miedo que me dé un bloqueo #miedo #terror #ozuna. en fin aún no lo publicó, tengo unos de historias cortas de lo mismo por si se quieren pasar leerlo mi usuario es @pollosabro_exe está en Español
➜ The Fanfic is in Spanish
➜ I recommend the app of screen translate To translate history has many languages, Personally, it helps me a lot.
🎧_historias cortas y largas con los personajes de Blue Lock
🎧_blue Lock x male/neutro/fem (oc) (___)
🎧_contenido +18 / Soft
🎧_Actualizacio
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𖥻A LACE SURPRISE; ◜ dick grayson x top!male reader, .ᐟ
◜synopsis: dick grayson loves wearing pretty panties for you.
◜ tags/warnings: +18 content, MDI, top!male reader, reader has a big cock. messy ass eating. unprotected sex. creampie. dick grayson in panties, sub!dick. established relationship. lot of spit in this. dom!reader. smut. pwp. anal sex. blowjob.
◜ author's note: my first time writting smut, be nice to me.
The table was small, but you’d made it feel enormous, two plates, a bottle of whatever wine Dick actually liked, a scatter of low candles that winked against the glass and cast his cheekbones in soft light. You’d cooked too much, because you always did, and the kitchen still smelled like garlic and something sweet you’d reduced into a glaze. He was sitting across from you, eyes bright and dangerous in the candlelight.
He’d showed up in jeans and a soft sweater that made him look unfairly good, his hair pushed back but already falling into his face. Every time he smiled at you across the table, you wanted to climb him.
“Okay,” he said, after polishing off the last of the wine you’d poured. “Dinner was amazing. Atmosphere? Ten out of ten.” He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms like he was grading you. “But… I think it's time for you to see your anniversary gift.”
You raised a brow. “You got me something?”
Dick smirked, teeth flashing. “Oh, I did, baby.”
He stood, graceful as always, and rounded the table until he was behind your chair. His hands landed on your shoulders, warm and familiar, squeezing once. Then he bent low, lips grazing your ear.
“It’s under my jeans.”
You froze. “What?”
He hummed, lips ghosting down your neck. “Want to see?”
You turned in your seat, trying to catch his expression, but he was already tugging at his belt. The soft clink of metal made your pulse slam.
“Dick—”
He dragged the zipper down, hooked his thumbs in the waistband, and shoved denim down over his hips.
That’s when you saw it.
Black lace. Thin, sheer, stretched tight across him. The panties clung to every curve of his ass, every thick line of his cock, the dark hair above just barely visible through the fabric. A fucking bow sat at the waistband, right above his happy trail.
Your jaw went slack. “Holy fuck.”
He smirked, proud of himself, shifting his hips so the lace pulled tighter. “Happy anniversary, cutie.”
You reached out before you could stop yourself, fingers brushing over the lace. The fabric was soft, delicate, and under it Dick was already hardening. You palmed him once and felt the wet spot blooming against your hand.
“You wore panties for me?” you asked, voice rough.
You hooked a thumb in the cute fabric and pulled them down just enough so his pretty cock could bob free, long and pink and startling in the dim light. It was thick and eager for you, a little bead of pre at the tip. He bit his lip, nodding. “Picked ‘em myself.” He stepped closer, pressing your hand harder against his cock. “Figured you’d like unwrapping me.”
You reached down and took him in your hand, just a testing stroke, and he hissed.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Please.”
You lowered your mouth, because you’d planned it that way all along, because you liked the way he shivered when you tasted him. You wrapped your lips around the head, slow, candle-tinged, tasting the tang of him and the lace and everything that was indisputably Dick. He was warm and wet and perfect, and he bucked into you with a soft sound that nearly made you laugh.
You sucked, deliberate, swallowing him inch by inch, feeling the slick heat slide over your tongue. Your hand threaded into his thigh and held him steady while your tongue worked the underside, the spot that made him jerk and press forward.
“God, that’s—” he started, but the sound dissolved into a string of curses when you took more of him, gagging him with your impatience for the rest. You eased back, then took him again, faster, greedy. Spit warmed the sides of your mouth as you went deep. He moaned, hands gripping your shoulders and hair like he might try to push you further down.
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked with expertise, your lips sealing, your jaw working, and he gasped. “You are dirty,” he said, breathy, eyes sliding closed. “You’re so—so good at this.”
He sounded desperate, and you loved it. Loved the way he needed you, the way his body answered to you like you were his map and his breaking point all at once. You bobbed your head, slow then faster, hot and slick sounds filling the small kitchen as you took him deeper. When you pulled back, you did it with a wet pop that made the candlelight sing, and his face was flushed and bright.
You didn’t let him rest long. The lace, the way it framed the soft of his ass when he shifted, called to something more ravenous in you. Your chair scraped back as you stood, grabbing him by the hips and spinning him toward the table. His hands hit the wood, knocking a fork aside, and you shoved his jeans the rest of the way down. Dick blinked at you over his shoulder, breath hitching.
“Bend over.”
He arched his back like he’d been waiting for it, ass perfectly round in that scrap of lace. The fabric framed him, riding up just enough to show the swell of his hole beneath. You spread his cheeks and spit, watching it drip down over the lace, wetting the thin barrier until it clung even tighter to him. He groaned, pushing back.
“God, you’re disgusting,” you muttered, grinding two fingers against the wet fabric. “Wearing panties just so I’d fuck you.”
“Uh-huh,” he hummed, shameless. “All for you.”
You pressed harder, rubbing spit into the lace until it soaked through to his hole. His body shivered, ass twitching as you teased. Then you hooked a finger under the waistband and yanked it aside, just enough to bare him. His rim winked at you, glistening from spit.
Delicious.
You leaned in and licked, slow and filthy. Your tongue dragged from his balls up to his hole, circling it before stabbing in deep. Dick moaned, head dropping to the table, palms flat against the wood.
“F-fuck—” he gasped, spreading his legs wider. “Keep going—don’t stop—”
You didn’t. You spit again, wetter this time, drool running down his ass crack as you tongued him open. The taste of him mixed with the lace, slick and hot. You shoved your tongue as deep as you could, nose pressed to the damp fabric, your hands spreading him wider.
He was rutting against the table now, cock grinding into the edge, precum smearing the wood. “Oh my god—baby—yes—”
You pulled back only to spit again, then shoved two fingers in, rough, curling them hard until he cried out. His hole stretched around them, sloppy and dripping, and you fucked him with your hand while mouthing over the lace still clinging to his balls.
He choked, bucking. “N-no—fuck, I’m gonna—”
“Not yet.” You smacked his ass, fingers scissoring harder. “You’re not coming until I’m inside you.”
You tore the panties halfway down his thighs, not even bothering to fully strip them, they clung in place, messy and wet. Then you pulled your jeans and boxers down to finally lined yourself at his spit-slicked hole, the head of your dripping cock pressing at first, then easing in inch by delicious inch. He hissed, hands scrabbling at the table as you filled him. The lace crumpled between you, a ridiculous, erotic smear of fabric, and you smiled looking at it, guiding your cock, slid it in deeper until he took you fully. The stretch made him groan loud, forehead thunking against the table.
“Big—fuck, you’re so big—”
You bottomed out, big balls smacking the back of the lace, and stayed there, grinding deep while Dick was clenching hard around you. You set a slow rhythm at first, punishing in its patience, letting him feel the length of you. The room was a chorus of soft sounds, his moans, and the squelch of slick sliding against flesh. You kept your hand on the small of his back, holding him, giving him the dignity of grounding as your hips rolled. He leaned back into you, pressing his cheek to the table, eyes squeezed shut, fingers digging crescent moons into the wood.
When you started to move harder, both of you lost the polite pretense of earlier. He called your name — a single, broken sound — then laughed, breathy and helpless. “L-liked your surprise?” he managed, head dropping.
“F-fuck, yes, you’re perfect,” you growled, slamming forward hard enough to rattle the table. “Wearing l-lace just so I’d fuck you stupid.”
“Yes—” he gasped, shameless like a cheap whore. “Fuck me dumb, baby, please—”
You grabbed his hips and fucked him hard, rough, the sound of skin on skin mixing with the wet squelch of spit. Each thrust shoved him against the table, his cock trapped between wood and lace. Precum smeared everywhere, soaking through the ruined fabric. You watched his muscles bunch and release, watched color wash his neck in hot waves. Dick was soft and fierce and absolutely yours in the way he clung to you, and you swallowed a laugh at your own good fortune.
Your hand reached around, gripping his cock through the lace, pumping him in rhythm with your thrusts. The fabric made it slippery, disgusting, your palm sticky with the mess.
He was a wreck at this point, moaning, drooling and begging for you. “Please—please—I’m gonna—fuck—”
“Come for me,” you ordered, snapping your hips deep.
He screamed as he came, cock jerking, cum spurting hot against the lace and smearing across your fist. The fabric was soaked, ruined, sticking to him as you fucked through his orgasm. His hole squeezed you tight, the muscles of his ass milking you in a way that snapped you forward, dragging you over the edge.
“F-fuck, gonna— gonna fill this pretty ass—”
You spilled into him with a growl, filling him up until it leaked around your cock, dripping down his thighs, soaking the lace even more. When you pulled out, the sight was obscene, his ass red from your hands, his poor hole gaping, cum leaking through black lace. He was panting, hair stuck to his forehead, cheek pressed to the table as he grinned.
“Best. Anniversary. Ever.”
You smacked his ass once more, watching it jiggle with a delightful expression. “Yeah. But next year, you’re wearing red.”
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like a time skip to when Charlie appeared and proposed the idea
Benifit of the doubt Pt.4
Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader
Warnings: General Adam TW’s, a little bit sad for a moment but it’s ok. Gn! Reader! honestly that’s about it I think?? Wow this is the first time it’s been this short in this series.
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.
Request Box: Open
Word Count: 4617~
A/n: So… it’s been almost 2 months… whoops. In all seriousness though I’m sorry it’s been so long. I’ve just not been in the mood to write and a lot of stuff has been happening (which is finally over) and I’m glad I could finally post this. I was also, if I’m honest, nervous to post this, cause I’m not sure if everyone’s ready for the direction of the story. But I have made it clear that I wanted to do a time skip to the show at somepoint and decided to do it now! If you enjoy this, please let me know cause I’m really nervous about (Not my words of affirmation love language coming out-) ALSO to the requester, I know you said part 3, but I used it for part 4. I got your request as I was making part 3 soooo my bad. Hope you don’t mind tho <3 this will be the last part before the angsty finale (and maybe an epilogue)
Reblogs are always appreciated!
Anyways this was NOT beta read unfortunately, I tried to get as many errors out during the writing process so hopefully it’s fine. Also, there’s probably some words I might have wanted to italicize or make bold that aren’t, but I’m too tired to care honestly.
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Days turned to weeks, to months, to years. Until eventually an eon had passed. An entirety filled to the brim with an indescribable happiness and love, threatening to spill over at any given moment. You loved Adam and Adam loved you.
To say it was all happiness would be a lie, there were some moments of sadness and pain, but all relationships were like that, even ones that lasted for eternity. You both always bounced back, apologize and moved on with a stronger bond than before. And you loved every second of it.
A lot has changed in these last few eons. Adam formed a band and is now the most popular guitarist in all of heaven. You both made new friends, some got into heaven while others were made there. Emily was one of these people to you, she looked up to you for being older than her. You’ve existed for almost all of human existence so, of course she’d look up to you.
Adam had also made new friends, his band members, some officials in heaven, but someone he’s grown close to recently was Lute. You're really happy about his friendship with Lute. She seems like a strong and loyal friend, someone that can keep him grounded while still encouraging him to be more himself. Overall, you really liked her.
How they became friends though is something… less tasteful for you. All the way back when Heaven and Hell had their first meeting on what to do with the surplus of sinners in hell causing an uprising. Neither side came to an agreement in the end, you do feel partially to blame for that, but you still stand by what you did.
You never returned to any of the follow up meetings
But Adam did, surprisingly to you. In the end, you were called to talk with Sera and Adam. You were told of the agreement between Heaven and Hell, about the yearly “cleanse” that Adam and his “Exorcists” would have to commit. At first you were shocked, sure, you didn’t have the best experience with sinners and especially with the rulers of hell, but was death really necessary? You didn’t know what to say, and Adam clearly saw this.
“Babe, you alright?” He puts his hand on your shoulder rubbing his thumb in circles. You place your hand on his.
“Yeah it’s just a lot to take in. Are we sure it has to be done… that way?”
Sera looked down in pain “they’re… uprising and are becoming to much of a threat to heaven.”
You sighed as Adam took you in his arms. Adam was fully aware that you don’t share the same sentiment towards sinners as he does. His hatred towards the unholy souls down in hell was brought about by events that you simply cannot understand. Which he is thankful for, he never would want you to experience what he did.
“If there isn’t anything else we can do then… I guess we have no choice. But I don’t want to… kill anyone, even if they are sinners.”
Adam holds you closer “You won’t have to,” you smile at him, the now familiar flickering of his LED mask meeting your gaze before softly frown “you ok?”
You nod, “yeah, just…I wish there was another way.”
-
That was it. Adam would take his exorcists down to hell to kill as many sinners as they could each year. Adam knew you didn’t want him to talk about it , he kept it as separate as he could from your life. You did have to attend meetings regarding it, as one of the very few people to know about it, that was your duty.
You were fine with having that part of the job. You weren't sure if you could kill someone, sinner or not. So, for the countless years to follow, you played your part with every new extermination, attending meetings to deal with the repercussions of each cleanse.
Adam would also have to attend the occasional meeting. Which is exactly what today was. Sera had called you both in to talk.
“Thank you both for coming. I have to inform you that you will be attending a meeting tomorrow.”
Adam groaned “What! Again? This is like the 4th fuckin’ one this week! Ugh fine! Where is it this time? halo city? Cherub towne” Adam’s voice mocked the locations you’ve both been sent to countless times with a high pitched voice. Even you have to admit that the meetings could drag a bit.
Sera's face turned into a slight grimace as she looks away from you both, she sighs and continues “The meeting will be in… hell.”
“What!” Both your voices raise in shock
“Sera, you know I don’t want to go down there again!”
“Why can’t you just send the other fucking dipshits who know about-“ Adam crossed his arms defiantly
“Stop,” Sera raises her hand toward you both “no one wants to go there, and I know you both especially don’t.” She pauses “But you both are the only available angels who know of the cleanse that aren't busy. Please… I understand your disdain but heaven’s business comes first.”
“Who are we even gonna be talking to -Wait a damn minute- Don’t fucking tell me we have to talk to him.”
“I'm sorry…” You all sat in silence for a moment before Sera begins to speak again, “But you both won’t have to worry about physically being there, we have prepared holograms for you, so neither of you would be in any danger.”
“I'll have an Angel escort you to the ‘meeting’ room tomorrow, please, get some rest. I’m sure you both have had a long day.”
With that, you and Adam went home, you were definitely not feeling well about the meeting, but the fact you wouldn’t actually be there calms your nerves a bit. You had to be a little honest with yourself, hell wasn’t really the issue for you, it was more so the people. Lucifer for one, that made you feel uneasy.
The next morning, you and Adam got ready, you had to motivate him a little. He was clearly not excited for this meeting like you. The entire way there he held you close, even though nothing could have hurt you it made him feel better knowing how close you were.
On the way there, you also got Adam some ribs, his favorite. You thought it would help his nerves a bit. Turns out, Lute was the one Sera assigned to escort you both there. That also made you both a little calmer knowing a mutual friend would be there.
The three of you waited in the ‘meeting’ room for a while, about an hour. At first you thought the meeting might had been canceled or moved and you just weren't told. But then, Lute walked up to you both.
“Sir! The Seraphim has told me to inform you that there’s been a change in plans!”
“What? The fucks that mean?” Adam said stuffing a rib into his LED mouth
“Lucifer won’t be attending the meeting, instead… his Daughter will be here in his stead.” Lute’s mask showed a continuous frown and stern expression as she spoke.
“Daughter?” Your voice shook a little. This was news to you, as long as you’ve existed you had never heard he had a daughter while in hell. You look over to Adam to see His LED eyes were wide in shock but his mask turned into a smile as he sighed.
“Phew boy, we sure dodged a big ass bullet, huh Sweetcheeks?” He laughed as his arm pulled you closer. The whole thing caused you to join in. Suddenly your nerves felt a lot better than before.
“When should she be arriving, Lute?”
“Within the hour.”
-
Adam scarfed down another plate of ribs as you all wait for the “princess of hell” to arrive. The entire time you just had to wonder what kind of person she’d be. The daughter of Lucifer and Lilith. The more you thought about it, the more bizarre it seemed.
But suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by the sliding doors opening to the meeting room and a girl steps in, asking if anyone is there.
“She can’t see us?”
“Yeah, Sera gave me a long ass lector on how this stuff works before we got here. Let’s see here…” Adam pushes a button causing a click to sound out as he says “Sup!”
The girl jumps back and falls to the floor, shocked by Adam’s sudden appearance in the room. She introduces herself as Charlie. Adam offers her to shake his hand, only for it to go through.
“Ha! I fuckin’ got you! Did you fucking see that? Good shit.”
You let out a slight laugh, as you sit and watch the meeting happen. Well, you say “meeting” but nothing about it seemed very professional. Adam for the last hour (you honestly wasn’t sure at this point) had been talking about the most random of things.
You or Lute occasionally shakening your head yes or no while listening to him, while Charlie seemed quite tired already. Not that you could blame her, people who weren’t used to Adam’s banter definitely weren’t cut out for it. But You love every word that comes out of his mouth.
Eventually Adam decides that it’s time to get into what you all came here for. Pulling out a bunch of papers, Charlie begins explaining her solution to hell’s overpopulation. You were only really half listening at first, at least before she mentioned that her solution could stop the extermination which peaked your interest.
She explains her “Hazbin Hotel” and its purpose to rehabilitate sinners, you wanted to hear more of it but Adam cut her off.
The meeting didn’t really go that well, At least for Charlie. But the whole thing left quite the impression on you. The idea of ending the extermination was stuck in your head for so long, and now you had someone who had an alternative.
“Adam, are you sure that it couldn’t have worked?”
Adam looks at you in surprise “What? Do you think that shitshow could have actually worked?” He laughed as he placed a hand on your back. “Don’t even pay it any mind, alright Babe?”
“I know, it’s just… you know I don't like the extermination. So another way to lessen the population of hell should at least be looked into.” Your voice was soft enough to barely hear.
Adam’s gaze softened but he didn’t say another word, only wrapping his wing around you pulling you closer. You lean towards him, snuggling into his soft robe. No matter how much you wanted to ignore it, you couldn’t. You needed to do something, anything.
So that night, after Adam fell asleep, you asked to talk with Sera. Leaving a note for Adam saying you went to buy something just in case he woke up.
“What is troubling you?” Sera’s voice was clear and concise.
You looked toward the ground, your nerves feeling tighter than ever, as you struggled with how to put your words together. “You're aware of all that happened in the meeting with Lucifer’s Daughter, right?”
Sera nods her head “of course, all meetings are documented about as they happen.” She tilts her head slightly “What about it?”
“Well!” You steel yourself before continuing “I would like permission to observe Charlie Morningstar’s ‘Hazbin Hotel’”
Sera’s eyes widen, breaking her calm demeanor before giving a firm “No”
“But-“
“It’s too dangerous for you to be there, Adam wouldn’t want that anyways”
“He would listen if it was an order from you!” Your eyes felt watery but you continued “Please Sera… I know you don’t want the extermination to continue. Just let me do this!”
Sera looked away from you, her feelings evident on her face, any mask now down. ‘Just a little more’ you thought
“Sera, I promise you, I’ll be careful! We don’t even have to fully support them yet, just let me observe them. It would be devastating if so many souls parish if we failed to seek all options!” You beg
Sera sighed, shakingly “…I’ll see what I can do.”
Your eyes gleamed up at the tall woman “Sera, thank you, thank you!” You wanted to hug her but out of courtesy, you advised against it.
Sera tells you that she can’t guarantee anything but she will try as she sends you home to rest.
-
A few days past after that and you haven’t heard anything from Sera. It was a little worrying and felt like a bad sign to you. That was, until you were informed by Sera that your request was accepted!
“But.” Sera stops you before you can celebrate “You're only there to keep track of the progress and to make sure nothing is happening under our noses” You nod your head in understanding
“Also…” she pauses “If anything involving this hotel happens, you will have to take full responsibility, understood?”
You nod again “yes I understand. Have you… told Adam yet?”
She shakes her head
“Ok… can you… not tell him it was my idea, please. I don’t think he’d agree if he knew.”
Sera sighs before nodding her head “Very well, I’ll tell him after you leave”
“Thank you.”
-
You return home, when you got back Adam was already gone, Sera must have already called him to the office. You dreaded when he got back. You didn’t want to see him upset, it hurt you to know how worried he was for you.
A few hours later, Adam comes through the door in a panic. He stomps up to you and pulls you into a warm and intense embrace.
“Don’t go down there. I need you here with me” his voice hitches as his wings wrap around you both, curling you both into a warm and feathery ball.
“Adam…” you paused, was this really the best thing to do? No, It had to be. If this goes well, not only will the extermination stop but Adam wouldn’t have to go down to hell ever again.
“Adam, you know I can’t go against Sera’s orders.” You kiss his cheek “and I won’t be gone forever, I’m only supposed to be there till the next cleanse. Not to mention, I’ll always come back to see you.”
Adam grumbled a little “I know, I just… don’t like you being in the same place that bastard is, and in his brat’s stupid hotel! ”
You laugh softly “Adam…” grabbing his hand, you put yours in it, showing off the gold ring on your finger “I’ll never forget my promise. You know that, right?”
Adam looks at the ring, the gold wrapped around your finger with a perfectly snug fit. Everytime he looked at it was just a reminder of your love for him. That promise was something he could never forget. He slowly raises your hand to his LED mask, kissing the back of it. “Of course not.”
“Good. I promise I’ll be fine, ok?”
He nods. Hand in hand, you slowly lead you both to the bed. The both of you lay next to each other, your bodies linked together like knots. You slwoly remove his helmet from his head, laying it on the nightstand.
Your hands move up his body before landing on his face, cupping his cheeks before pulling him to a kiss before snuggling into his chest.
-
Finally it was Time for you to leave. Sera allowed you to create portals back to heaven in case anything happened and you were in need of assistance. Adam walked you to the front gate.
“Ok, do you have everything? You didn’t forget that fucking angelic dagger I had Lute get for you right-“
You shush him “Adam, I told you I’ll be fine!”
He’s sighs “Damn it- I know that but just make sure to text me while your there ok-
You kiss him deeply “Adam. I know, you’ve told me a hundred times.” You smile as you cup his face “I love you”
He sighs “Love you too Sweetcheeks”
With one final kiss, you give Adam a tight hug before waving goodbye as you went through the flaming portal. As you went through, you take a second to look at your surroundings. In front of you was a tall building. You take a few steps back to see LED lights of a sign flashing the words ‘Hazbin Hotel’
You let out a sigh of relief. You had been a tad bit worried you’d spawn somewhere random and you’d have to find the building yourself. But it seems heaven at least spared you of that.
The red skies of hell were quite different from the pristine blue ones of heaven. Even though you just got here, you could already hear the sounds of screams and explosions in the distance. How welcoming.
You steel yourself and with three hard knocks to the door, you wait for someone to open it. Muffled Scurrying sounds of footsteps approach the door before it creaks open revealing the young blond woman in the doorframe, Charlie Morningstar.
“Hi! I’m-“
The door is slammed shut, Before opening again
“Be not afraid-“
It shuts again…
Well, this may be a bit harder than you initially anticipated. You go to knock again only for it to open once more. This time, the door doesn’t close again, instead the girl mutters a quick “Hi” before going quiet.
“Hello! I didn’t mean to scare you!” You give a small laugh before continuing “I believe we met a couple days ago?” You bring your hand towards her for a shake, to which she reciprocates.
“During the meeting with.. Adam? Right?” She grimaced when she mentioned Adam, which you decided to ignore, you simply smiled and nodded. ”but I don’t believe I caught your name?”
You tell her about yourself, about how your there to stay and monitor any progress the hotel may have. You made sure to pronounce ‘may.’ While you were hoping for this idea to show some kind of positive results, even you weren’t sure if it’d would work.
“Charlie? who’s at the door- WhatHolyShit-“ a woman with a red X over her eye suddenly shouts in surprise. You look over at her, She looked very familiar…
“Wait, you are-“
“Vaggie! Charlie’s sinner girlfriend! And you are?!” The woman known as Vaggie, highlighted the word sinner while performing a “be quiet” gesture with her hand. Your eyes widen a little at the ex-Angel in front of you but you simply smile a nod “I’m Y/n, I don’t believe we’ve met, yes?”
Look, lying is the last thing you’d want to do as a citizen of heaven but you figured that it would be fine if it was to protect someone. Vaggie nodded, her face scrunched up in a tense look.
“You feeling ok Vaggie? You’re looking a little… red?”
“I’m fine! *ahem*, Hun, how about you give them a tour of the hotel.”
Charlie gasped “Yes that's perfect, you may as well get acquainted with everyone if you’re going to be here more often!”
Charlie ran off, telling you “this way! This way!” Over and over. Before you went to follow her, you leaned toward Vaggie and said a quick “Relax, I won’t tell anyone.”
She lets out a sigh before muttering “Thank you”
You both follow Charlie as she shows you the various rooms in the hotel before leading you back to the hotel’s lobby and lounge area.
“Hey! Hello everyone!” Charlie’s voice picked up a little “I’d like to introduce you to our uh… new staff member?” You nod in agreement with the title. The room in front of you was shrouded in looks of both horror and amazement.
“What the hell’s an angel doin’ here?” A lanky spider demon spoke up first
“It’sss an ambush! seek Cover!!” The Snake demon shouted, seemingly grabbing an army helmet from thin air before taking a deep dive behind the couch.
“No Pentious-” She sighs “they’re here to monitor the hotel! Heaven sent them to scout any potential progress the hotel will have”
“It’s nice to meet you all” you look at the people in front of you, to say it was a colorful cast would be an understatement.
“These two are our current tenants of the hotel! Angel dust and Sir Pentious!”
The snake slithered slowly from behind the couch up to you, while the Spider demon remained rested on the couch
“Oh… *ahem* Excuse me dear! I am Sir. Pentious! Formally known as ‘the Architect of destruction’!” He laughs, a slight hiss sounding in his voice.
He offers a handshake which you accept. To which you immediately regret. ‘ Slimey’ you thought, before wiping your, now wet hand on your clothes.
The spider demon, who you now know as Angel Dust, just gives a wave with one of his 4 arms.
“And-“ Charlie extends the word as she quickly walk to a bar by the entrance “this is the recreational area, run by our Bartender, Husk!”
The winged bartender seemed entirely uninterested in your presence or even Charlie’s. The most you got was a small glance before he takes a swig of his alcohol and walks off.
“He’s not the most… social guy in hell” she awkwardly laughs before moving on to the next person. “And this is Nifty, our one and only maid at the hotel! Nifty say hi.”
The short woman scurried moved around you, her eye quickly looking at every every nook and cranny of you as she moved. She made numerous attempts to touch and grab various things on you, your clothes, wings, and eventually she tried to climb up you to get to your halo. That’s when you finally grabbed her in place “you're a… fast one, huh? Nice to meet you!”
“And last but not least! This is Alastor, the hotel’s executive producer and our first -and only- overlord sponsor!”
Immediately, you could tell there was something off about Alastor. The entire aura he gave off was as if he was restraining something completely and utterly ungodly. The static that surrounded him was just one of many whispers you could hear from his soul.
“Hello! It’s quite a pleasure to meet someone of your… holy status!” He offers a hand to which you, hesitantly, shake. “And what do we owe the pleasure for your service?”
“They’re going to be here to keep track of the progress of the hotel…” Charlie paused “you know I’m starting to sound like a broken record- here, it’s late, how about we all get some sleep and we can talk about it in the morning!”
“Fine by me, I am waaay too sober to be having social interaction this late” Angel picks himself up and stretches “I’m gonna hit the hay”
“Here I’ll show you to your room!” Charlie smiles “We -obviously- didn’t have time to make your own so I hope you don’t mind using one of the guest rooms” she laughs
She and Vaggie walks you to your new room before leaving you be, The room was nothing more than just your average hotel room. Of course it did have its differences, a multitude of… eyes seem to be on the wall, staring at you. Well, that’s not the least alarming.
You place your stuff down and begin unpacking, you mostly just brought the basics. Clothes, hygiene stuff, your phone, and, most importantly, a framed photo of Adam.
You sat the photo on your nightstand, angling it just right so that it would always be visible to you. As you do so, you think about the memory the photo brings, you took it on one of the first dates you went on with Adam. It was a relatively tame date, you and Adam, having a picnic by a lake at night. You brought candles so you both weren’t completely in the dark, and you just loved the way he looked, his golden eyes watching the water. The dim candle light illuminating his face with a warm golden shade. Adam hates photos of him with his mask off but… You just had to keep that moment in time forever.
*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*
Speak of the- well, you know the rest. The bright light from the phone comes with the notification sound displaying Adam in bold letters. You smile as you read his messages.
Dixkmaster69
Heyy Sweetcheeks, it’s been a bit since you left
You there??
Fucking answer
You let out a small laugh at Adam’s barrage of messages. He’s not used to you being away from him for more than a day, huh? Not that you could blame him, this is honestly nothing compared to how you feel each year he has to do the extermination.
Sweetcheeks
Hey love
Everything’s fine, I’m ok.
Aside from not having you with me :’(
Dixkmaster69
Fucking finally
You know you don’t have to do this
If I bitch enough to Sera I can get you back by tomorrow
Sweetcheeks
Please don’t, Sera already has enough on her plate.
I promise I’m going to be fine
I’ll be back before you know it.
Dixkmaster69
I know
This shit just worries me
Gonna miss hearing your sexy ass voice at night too ;)
You blush at the message before sighing. Whenever you or Adam approached a topic that made him uncomfortable, he would always try to change the subject to something that made him feel better. You knew why, Adam’s someone who rarely talked about his feelings, even after all these eons together that was something he hadn’t changed. You knew exactly what he needed, even if he didn’t explicitly tell you.
Sweetcheeks
I already miss yours too <3
Do you want to help me fall asleep with that heavenly voice of yours on the phone?
Dixkmaster69
Whatever you want Sweetcheeks <3
You smile when, almost immediately, Adam begins calling your phone. You click the lights off before You make your way in your new bed, not even bothering to change out of the clothes you’ve been wearing. You grab the cover and pull it over you and tapping the answer button.
“Sup”
You yawn “Hey handsome, I missed your voice”
You hear his voice hitch before he caused on “Of course you did, no one has a better voice than the dick master. But uh, yours is a close second”
You’re let out a tired giggle, “such a charmer, you. How’s your day been huh?”
“Oh! don’t even get me started on that- Lute took me to get some ribs to ‘calm my nerves’ or some shit and they had me, ME, wait in line for like 15 minutes! The fucking audacity!”
You smile to yourself as Adam tells you about his day, the sound of his voice was like a sweet lullaby to your ears and you couldn’t get enough of it. But eventually…
“And then when I got home, I couldn’t find my damn charger and it took me like 40 fuckin’ minutes to realize it was under our bed, do you have any idea of how it keeps getting there?” He waits for you to respond only to be met with silence. “Uh bitch, I’m talking to you.”
More silence… well no, actually if Adam focused on listening, he could hear the faint sound of your snoring from the phone. Adam sighs,”Long day, huh?”
Adam lays back in your shared bed, getting comfortable. He sets the phone beside him, plugging it in while keeping it on speaker. He yawns, “Goodnight Sweetheart, can’t wait to see you again”
Slowly, the soft sounds of both yours and Adam’s snores filled each others rooms, a distant, but intimate connection. Even in slumber, you couldn’t stop thinking of your handsome and caring soulmate.
I know i made it male reader but feel free to see your oc sunny!😈
Apollo x male! Reader.
Apollo, god of the Sun, one of the 12 olympians and twin brother of the moon goddess herself, Artemis. That’s what he was most known for. Yet many forgot he was so much more than that. For example being the god of medicine, music, boys, knowledge and so much more. He was well loved among the ancient greeks. Often seen as the male beauty. In many of his famous tales Apollo falls in love with a man or woman, yet it always ends badly for them, causing Apollo to have them turned into flowers. Yet despite all the recognition, the glorious tales of him defeating the monster Python… he wasn’t always a saint.
Clutching your bow in one hand, you looked at the boar you just hunted. The boar was usually a symbol or offer to the lady Artemis herself. Once again, failing to have an offer for the god you worship. It was tiring and disappointing. Now it was a waste if you didn’t do anything with the now dead boar. Until the idea hit you that you might offer it to Artemis without entering her temple as only women or her priestesses are allowed to enter in. Walking in the direction of the temple you met one of the priestesses, giving her the boar and turning on your heel to go back to train with your bow, yet you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being followed. It was an uneasy feeling in your gut that told you to keep watching who was behind you. Ignoring the feeling but not the suspicion, you clutched your bow and narrowed your eyes. The sudden sound of leaves rattling made you alert as you quickly raised your bow, pulling out an arrow and aiming at the source of the sound, your hand pulling on the string before firing the arrow without missing a beat.
Steading your breath, you listing closely, hearing the sound of your arrow hitting something followed by a rather loud and dramatic ‘OW’ which made you a bit stunned before you hesitantly walked into the direction of where you shot your arrow. Moving some of the leaves and bushes you could finally see…a naked man in the lake? The sight was honestly a little baffling since most of the warriors were already back at the training camp, and not to mention the light shade of the pink hair which was a unusual color for human hair, walking closer you could see the little red liquid in the pond water, slowly getting thinner the more it stayed in the water. Following the trail of blood you could recognize seeing your own arrow in the right shoulder of the man. The man seemed confused as to why he suddenly got hit by an arrow. Your arrow. Guilt filled your being as you walked closer to the man, wanting to help him stop the bleeding yet when you were about to call him out he pulled out the arrow himself. His hand hovered over the cut before a yellow light surrounded the area where he ws hurt, the wound slowly closing under the dim light.
Suddenly, the man turned behind him. Staring at you wide eyed. He had hazel pupils, something that was rare, yet not unusual. You too stared back at him shocked. Who the hell was this man? Was it a magician? A witch? Should you tell someone? This can’t be real. This cannot be happening. ‘You look like you saw a ghost…well I’m even better.’ The man spoke to you, his hazel eyes focused on you. He had sharp features and a cocky arrogant smirk playing on his thin yet pink lips. He had a nice, lean yet muscular body and his voice was smooth and almost velvety…it made your head a little light and dizzy. ‘Are you feeling alright mortal? Can’t have you passing out on me?’ He told you in a hearty chuckling tone. He was suspicious. He must’ve done something to you. Your vision was a little clouded and your head felt heavy. ‘What have you done to me?’ You asked him placing one hand on your head. Massaging it a little. Your eyes focused on the suspicious man. The man Hmph-ed and scoffed. Closing his eyes, seemingly hurt and offended that he was accused of something like that.
‘I didn’t do anything, you idiot. Who do you take me for? That’s no way to talk your god!’ he said to you, crossing his arms and keeping his head high. How arrogant! And why is he claiming to be a god? That’s disrespectful! Claiming to be a god is highly disrespectful and insulting to your religion. ‘You can’t just claim you’re a god mister. It’s disrespectful.’ You told him carefully which made him scoff at you. ‘I’m no pretender! Seriously who do you take me for! It’s me! Apollo! Your lord! Your sweet, charming, loving, amazing sun god!’ Apollo told you proud fully, his strawberry pink like hair glistening in the waters. But he couldn’t help but chuckle when he looked at your flabbergasted face. His arms reached out to your body and he pulled you in the water with him. His hands on your broad shoulders while he looked you deep into your eyes, his face held a confident smirk and his hands soon began to make its way to your face, cupping it slightly. ‘Keep your god company, won’t you?’ Apollo asked you softly whispering in your ear. The sudden action once again made your head spin.
There was no denying that Apollo was attractive and charming….and seductive. But it was still highly Inappropriate to have something with the god you worship. Would you be allowed to go into the temple again? What if you end up like most of his lovers who have met unfortunate fates? Dying isn’t something you wanted…even if being with your god seemed like a dream. Would it really be a good choice to accept? Is that really what you want? So many questions yet so little answers. It made you dizzy and uncomfortable which cause you to take a fews steps back which made the god stunned. ‘I don’t know if that’s what i want...’ You told him slowly and carefully. You didn’t want to make quick and reckless decisions.. there was too much at stake. ‘I decline. I’m sorry my lord’ You told him carefully but firmly. Even if you loved your god, it was still platonic and admiration. Not romantic love like he hoped.
To not make the situation worse you walked out of the waters, apologized for the arrow and took your leave. Leaving Apollo, even if it was still hard to process in your state of disbelief that it was really him, alone in the waters who was confused himself. Apollo was never rejected by anyone, causing him to have a stir of mixed emotions. He was hurt that you didn’t feel for him. Yet also angry you had the audacity to reject him. Yet also admiration that you wanted to put yourself first. He himself felt strange, but he was a powerful and confident being. And rejection won’t be a final answer. After all. In Apollo’s myths he never took no for an answer either…
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Headcanon: Loki Julian as a yandere. (in progress)
Status : completed / psychodrama + mlm
[pilot episode]
Paris breathed heat far below, under my feet. Up here, on the summit, there was only the wind — cold, pure, and indifferent. I was searching for this place. Perfect solitude. Where Julian Lowki, the "Divine Sprinter," could vanish, dissolve into silence, leaving only a body craving the real, not a scheduled adrenaline rush. Height, rough concrete under my fingertips, absolute control. It was my only ritual, my secret refuge.
Until a comet crashed into my strict, lonely sky.
He appeared suddenly — a bright splash of color against the gray cityscape. A yellow shirt, like a piece of the sun broken off from orbit. Worn gloves, a camera on his chest, protective goggles on the receding tufts of messy hair. He wasn’t running — he was flying, and his laughter, loud and carefree, cut through the silence like a seagull’s cry. He jumped over a ventilation shaft, pushed off the parapet with his hands, slid along the cornice, and his sneakers tapped on a metal beam just a few meters from me.
I froze, watching. This was not just parkour technique. It was raw, untamed beauty. Poetry of flesh and blood. Every movement was precise and yet absolutely free, breathing joy, a joy that had no place in my life. He shone like a torch, and something deep inside my soul, dark, cold, and eternally hungry, reached out to this light with the desperation of a drowning man.
I followed him. Unconsciously. Like a shadow cast by this sun. He was so absorbed in his flight, shouting loudly and happily into his camera that he noticed nothing around. And I watched. And desired.
At the edge of the next building, he made a run-up for the riskiest jump across the gap between the roofs. Too risky. His confidence was dazzling, but the stone beneath his heel treacherously shifted and slipped.
Instant panic flashed across his tanned face, hitting me sharper than any selection on the field. Time slowed, stretched into ticking seconds of the fall. No. Not this. You can’t fall. You can’t disappear. You aren’t even mine yet.
My body, trained to react instantly to a flying ball, was already moving before my brain gave the command. A strong pull, the weight crashing down on me, a dull thud on the concrete. I took the whole impact, clutching him in arms that instinctively wouldn’t let go. He was breathing hard, his heart pounding wildly against my chest. His eyes behind displaced goggles were wide with shock.
Then... he laughed. Tense, with an echo of fear, but still defiant and loud. That sound, such a raw, living reaction, burned me to the core.
— Shit — he exhaled, tearing off his torn gloves and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. — Damn, where did you come from? I thought I was done for! You saved me, dude! Thanks! What’s your name, anyway?
He didn’t recognize me. He didn’t see a star, an icon, Julian Lowki in me. He saw only a stranger who caught him midair. His simplicity, his brightness, his absolute unawareness were intoxicating. He smiled at me, and his eyes, the color of warm honey, like sunlight through water, looked at me without a trace of servility or recognition. Only gratitude and curiosity.
And at that moment, everything inside me fell silent and gained a chilling, crystalline clarity. That quiet, persistent whisper in my head, which had always demanded only ball and goalposts, now screamed just one word, one irrevocable verdict: “Mine.”
I didn’t answer his question. My fingers dug into the fabric of his bright shirt, refusing to let him get up, pinning him to me. I rose, and my face was inches from his. The wind whipped, and inside, a perfect, hurricane storm of obsession raged.
I leaned close to his ear. My voice, usually proud and commanding, heard by tens of thousands of spectators, was now low, velvet, and filled with such icy, absolute tenderness that his smile slowly faded, replaced by a slight fear and confusion.
—"Mon ange..." I whispered, burning his skin with my breath. —"You fell from the sky straight into my arms. Since the heavens were foolish enough to give you to me... I will never let you go."
📣 Message to readers
Caught a TikTok video where Loki’s hobby is parkour. That’s how this was born.
Hehe, from the stages of falling in love and obsession, I can write later. 😝
Headcanon: Michael Kaiser as a yandere. (in progress)
📖 Status: completed / 💀 angst + psychodrama + mlm
"You don’t notice how he looks at you.
Or maybe you do. You’re just afraid to believe it."
💠 💠
He was always beautiful. Too beautiful to be real.
You got used to his gaze — first bold, then obsessed, now… terrifyingly calm.
It’s not the look of someone in love. It’s the look of a possessor.
You don’t know when it started. Maybe when he noticed you laughing with someone else.
Maybe when you called him just “Kaiser.” Without “Michael.” Without the usual ease.
But since then — something broke.
He no longer takes steps toward you. He moves the walls closer.
He knows what time you wake up.
He knows which sneakers are by the door.
He knows when you lie.
And every time you try to slip away — he catches you with that look.
That cold. Unavoidable.
As if you’re already in a cage.
And he’s just waiting for you to stop struggling.
“You belong to me, even if you haven’t realized it yet.”
This is not just a story about a yandere. This is a portrait of a person for whom love = control, and obsession = a way to survive.
Kaiser is not just in love.
He is broken, and now he wants to break you too, so you’ll fit together...
tbc...
📣 Message to readers
This is kind of a pilot part, I don’t know if I’ll write this way for other characters, but if this hits and you like it, then I will. I’ll post the full headcanon later.
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bad English...☝️
🖤 @truwzfl — always riding the waves of angst & possession.
Genres: yandere, psychological dependency, BL, humiliation, dual dynamics, power and love, erotica, psychological vulnerability, toxic intimacy, boundaries, broken power
⚠️ tw:Dominance, emotional abuse, mental dependency, physical submission, elements of degradation, substance dependence, sexual vulnerability, physical craving, questionable consent (dubcon), emotional breakdown, internal struggle
a/n:I think he quickly realized he was starting to lose his mind, but didn’t give it much importance because the thrill and addiction made him feel great. Still, doubts were there, especially since studying psychology involves understanding love. He probably already knew how to recognize the boundaries of normality. He would just try to feel loved.[I’m thinking of writing something psychological later on the topic "To be loved or to love." Something like that, but I have already scribbled down a few ideas. However, that will be in the future.]
[Reader-insert : Player Bastard München ]
Enjoy
Headcanon! Yandere Michael Kaiser.
Michaël Kaiser as Yandere
♂️ male x male | Blue Lock | psychoanalysis + headcanon + dark BL elements
Author's view on Kaiser's behavior if he truly became obsessed with you.
We will touch on all sides — from flirting to complete control.
Appearance
Obsessive-dominant yandere.
He does not hide his feelings, he controls them — and his partner. Control, obsessiveness, attractive charisma. All wrapped in a golden wrapper.
Tуpe
Public and predatory.
He will smirk, drop ambiguous phrases in front of everyone, grab your chin, “jokingly” hug from behind — but his gaze will have a predatory possessive note. This is not just a game. This is a claim.
What his behavior / courting resembles?
He is not just in love — he is obsessed. You are like a trophy to him, like the final goal in the decisive match. If you do not respond — it does not break his heart, it angers him. Because you must be his, period.
But you immediately feel something obsessive, excessive — as if you are not the object of affection, but the prize to which he has already attached his name.
It all starts with water. Controlling whether you eat. Entering your room without knocking.
— “I'm just worried.”
— “You don’t even know how to take care of yourself.”
Then come prohibitions on "unnecessary" contacts, friendships, messaging. He is convinced: you need no one but him.
Provocations. He will provoke jealousy. May flirt with others to check how attached you are. But he himself will not tolerate rivals.
“I chose you, so — you’re mine.” He doesn’t ask — he states a fact.
And the scariest? He sincerely believes this is love.
How hard is it to escape from him?
You are not just with him — you are in his game. He has connections, influence, charisma, and — worst of all — your weaknesses. He studies you like a field before a strike. Attempt to leave? He already knows where you will go.
Because it is almost impossible. Kaiser is not one to simply "let go". He will know where you are, who you are with, and what you feel. Even if you run away — he will come. May pretend he forgave, but his real “forgiveness” will come later — in the form of cold, controlled revenge.
Punishment
He does not hit. He breaks the psyche.
Silence. Alienation. Subtle stings:
“You are no longer interesting.”
“You are nothing without me.”
He can make you kneel before him, while he remains calm, in a robe and glasses, looking at you like a broken toy he still adores.
If you show character — he will not humiliate you in response, he will wait it out, then make you crawl back yourself. And he will be delighted you have the strength to resist him.
Psychological pressure, icy ignoring, deprivation of warmth, detachment, playing the "silent god" — he knows where to hit so that you not only apologize but break yourself.
How he deals with rivals
Quietly. Coldly. Without traces.
He does not raise his hand; he burns reputations. Removes them from the field. Makes sure they no longer appear near you. And he does it... with pleasure.
And if someone made you smile — that person will remember it as the mistake of their life.
Kaiser believes:
“If you belong to me — then your smile, your look, your pain — are mine too.”
He does not get jealous, he eliminates. Not directly, not obviously. But your “friend” suddenly drops out of the lineup. Someone loses a contract. Someone no longer dares to look at you. And Kaiser just smiles — as if it’s just an accident.
Does he need reciprocity?
Yes. But not simple.
He doesn’t want “mutual sympathy." He wants you to live for him.
Your love must be absolute, unconditional, without attempts to leave. You must not “just love” him — you must be dependent on him.
Love for him = power and unconscious submission.
And if you love him but want to remain yourself — he feels betrayed.
"He needs you to be dependent. To tremble at his touch. To only look at him. Love = possession. It's a passion bordering on illness.
His infatuation with you borders on a morbid need for you.
He wants your body, gaze, reaction.
Does he set rules?
Yes. Clearly. Like an emperor.
“Always answer.”
“No secrets from me.”
“Wear what I gave you.”
“No looking at others.”
“You don’t call me Kaiser, you call me Michael. Only you.”
He creates a system in which you can't breathe without him.
And if you break even one – his voice turns cold, and his eyes… become dangerously dark.
Intimacy?
He can be gentle – but only if he's sure you belong to him. If not – he'll take you as he wants. Without roughness, but with complete control. He knows how to push the body to its limit, to make you moan even if your soul screams "no." For him, intimacy is an act of affirmation: you are mine.
He craves your body as an extension of his power. Sex isn't just passion, it's a stage where he asserts his dominance.
Complete control.
He loves when you're addicted to his touch, when only he elicits your reaction.
Danger:
8.5/10
He's intelligent, charismatic, unforgiving, and knows how to ruin people without a trace. If you become his – then you become part of his world. Getting out of there is like escaping a golden cage with poison in the lock.
He won't kill you. But you'll stop being yourself.
You'll forget what you were like before him. And he'll say that you're happy – because now you're his.
He's obsessed.
He's broken inside.
And if you ever leave – he'll destroy the whole world to take you back."
Excerpt.
It felt like just yesterday everything was fine.
A regular practice with “Bastard München.” Sweat, team spirit, excitement. Everything was… within limits. But Kaiser — he was the exception. As always, too close, too clingy, too much Kaiser. Sneaking his flirtation between every pass, intervening even during breaks.
— Just drink some water, — he insisted, handing you the bottle. — Don’t pass out here, hero.
You took it — just so he’d back off. He won again.
But then things went somehow… wrong.
Your head spun. The gym blurred before your eyes. Someone was yelling. You think you fell… in the locker room?
——
You woke up later.
Darkness. Warmth. A spacious room, leather of the chair, the ticking of a clock.
And him — sitting in front of you. Michael Kaiser. In a black silk robe, hair tied neatly in a bun, glasses on his nose. And even like this, he doesn’t lose his regal posture.
You wanted to get up, scream, resist — but your body betrayed you.
Next to you — his leg. He moves it closer. And almost in a trance, your lips reach for his ankle. Your lips touch warm skin. Dry, pitiful, humiliating. But you cannot stop.
You hate him.
You hate yourself for it.
But deep down — something pulls you. Competition? Dependency? Emptiness?
He only sighs softly. Raises a finger. Slowly runs it through your hair, gently but firmly guiding your head down. He revels in the moment, but… not like before.
——
You don’t fight anymore. You don’t struggle anymore.
You’re just here. And that breaks him.
— You’ve become boring, — he says. His eyes behind the lenses darken. — There used to be a spark in you. You howled, bit, spat. And now?.. — he looks at you with unusual pain. — Now you just breathe because I allow it.
You don’t answer. You don’t even know what to say.
He stands up. Comes closer. His voice is almost tender.
— I wanted to win you. To tame you.
He looks into your eyes — and suddenly quietly:
— And now I don’t know… if I even feel this as a victory?
——
In his gaze — fear. Not of you. Of himself.
He stands between power and what he can’t control — love. He craves it, but doesn’t know how to get it honestly. He doesn’t know how to be kind, how to be vulnerable. He doesn’t know how not to break.
And he’s afraid: if he stops being Kaiser — what will remain?
“I just wanted you to be here. Truly.
And now… I don’t know how to get you back if you’re already broken in my hands.”
You remember how everything blurred.
Pulse roaring in your ears. Moments melting away. Something in that water…
Maybe something was added? Or you were just too tired?
But when you came to again — he was already close.
The same robe, hair in a bun, the scent of spicy perfume, soft lamplight, and him — like an emperor, comfortably settled in a leather chair.
You’re on the floor. Between his legs.
At first, it all seemed like a dream. But your body was burning. Skin too sensitive, breath heavy. Something beneath the skin moaned and demanded him.
— Come on, — his voice was gentle, even encouraging. — You know how to show gratitude.
You don’t remember how you started. Just kissed his ankle.
Dry. Hesitant. Pitiful.
He didn’t stop you.
He just watched, and you felt the shame and dependence wrapping you like wax — burning, but sweet.
Lips move higher. On your calf.
Along the inner side of your knee. His skin hot. Perfect.
You tremble but can’t stop.
— You wanted freedom, — Kaiser smirks. — And now you can’t even lift your eyes.
He spreads his knees. The robe parts a bit wider.
You see the edge of his thigh, his groin in the shadow of the fabric.
Your body reaches out on its own. You hate it, but the desire is branded within you like a mark.
Each kiss — like surrender.
Each movement — like a confession: “I am yours.”
He plunges his fingers into your hair again. Harder. Holding you.
— Just like that, — he whispers. — You’re perfect when silent and begging.
— But you know, — he pauses, his eyes turning serious, almost desperate, — I do all this because I can’t let go.
He leans down. His lips touch your forehead.
— I… I don’t know how to love any other way.
— Forgive me. But stay close. Even like this. Even on your knees.
—
And you don’t know what’s scarier —
his desire for power…
…or this broken need for you, as his only source of warmth.
His fingers are still tangled in your hair.
You’re at his feet, lips burning the skin. But at some point… something changes.
Kaiser freezes. His body trembles, almost imperceptibly.
He looks at you as if for the first time. Not like a "subordinate," not like a "trophy," but like…
something simultaneously terrifying and necessary.
He leans back in the chair.
The robe slips off one shoulder. For the first time, he doesn’t hold the posture of a "lord." He just looks down. At you.
— Get up, — he says hoarsely. — Here.
You rise uncertainly, as if unused to standing on your feet.
He pulls your hand. Seating you on his knees, he hugs you — tightly, almost painfully, as if afraid you might disappear.
His lips touch your neck. Not lust — almost a plea.
— I could make you dependent, — he whispers. — I almost have.
— But, damn… — he squeezes your ribs, — why do I want you to choose me, not just obey?
You stay silent.
You feel his heart. It’s pounding wildly — not from passion, but from something… deeper. Dirty, human. Fearful.
— I know how to break, — he says. — But I don’t know how… to be needed. Without power.
He freezes. His lips tremble.
And for the first time you see: Michael Kaiser — is not a king. He’s a boy afraid that he won’t be loved if he’s not a ruler.
When once... — Kaiser’s memories
You fall asleep on his chest. He doesn’t move, just stares at the ceiling. Eyes open. Shadows in them.
Once, he was nobody.
A boy with uneven teeth from malnutrition and legs too long.
An alcoholic father. A mother — memories, only a rose left that the father alone keeps under a dome. No one held his hand. No one praised him. Only demanded. Always — more. Quieter. Faster. Better. That’s how he saw it.
He was never taught what love is. Love for him — is a reward for results. Not given freely. Not care.
And when he started playing — for the first time he heard applause.
Not “I love you,” but “you’re the best.”
It became a drug.
He realized:
if you want love — be unreachable.
Be a god to be worshiped.
Because if you’re weak — you’ll just be abandoned.
He strokes your hair.
— I thought I held you because I’m stronger.
— But all this time you held me — just by staying close, even fearing my madness.
And maybe…
…if you stay — he will learn.
To love for real.
Not through control. But through trust. Yet not now.
You lie on his chest. Your skin burns, thoughts are tangled.
Every touch is like a spark on an open wound.
Your whole body craves… something, but you can’t control it and can’t stop it.
Kaiser strokes your back, his fingers trembling. He feels you unconsciously pressing closer, your breath catching.
— It’s still working, isn’t it? — he asks hoarsely.
You don’t answer, grit your teeth — he understands: yes.
You tremble, breathe heavily, clutch his thigh as if seeking relief. A muffled moan escapes you, your gaze foggy, almost pleading.
He could take you — right now, immediately. You won’t push him away, maybe you’d even ask.
But for the first time, he freezes.
— …damn, — he exhales. — This isn’t fair.
He runs his hand along your neck, then gently squeezes it, making you look into his eyes.
— You’re not yourself now.
— If I enter you, I won’t forgive myself.
— Even if you say “yes,” I’ll always know it’s not your choice.
You moan softly, the thirst inside drowning his words, reaching for his collarbone. A tear slips down — you don’t want to want, but you need to.
He holds your head to his chest, covers you with a robe, kisses your temple.
— Sorry.
— I want to be loved. But not like this. Not as a rapist.
He holds you tighter. You fall asleep in his arms, your body shaking from heat, your soul burning with a fire you never asked for.
Kaiser tastes true control for the first time —
not over you, but over himself.
And in that, there is hope...
THANKS FOR READING
"Hi everyone, again... does anyone actually read all the way to the end?
This post probably came out really strange, I don't really know how to format them properly yet. Also, this post went through a ton of edits, I always feel like something's missing or, conversely, that there's too little, so I got carried away with the ending as always, but I want to hear criticism, I accept it in any form and I even really love reading it, so please talk to me 😭 I hope my bad English doesn't hinder you too much in reading it. I'm not a native English speaker."
a beautiful, obscenely large bouquet of blue starry night roses. the rose is mostly a shade of dark, greyish blue hues with light cream flowing in the middle of the roses. it has a faint scent of jasmine and vanilla that fills the air around it. the wrapping around the bouquet is wrapped together to create the triangular shapes surrounding the bouquet, the matieral feeling like fine silk on your fingertips.
a large, mushed-together bouquet of white and pink mixed flowers. there’s a large variety of flowers mixed together to create a beautiful selection of white and pink roses and lillies. there’s extras around the edges creating the soft green shades to make it seem more natural. it has a strong floral, fruity scent that overflows all of your senses. the wrapping around the bouquet is a soft, baby pink sheer polyester wrapped in multiple layers to keep from getting poked by the possible thorns.
౨ৎ、RYUSEI SHIDOU, reo mikage, RIN ITOSHI, shuto sendo, hyoma chigiri, kenyu yukimiya, KEN RYUGUJI, ran haitani, KOKONOI HAJIME, BAJI KEISUKE, keizo arashi.
the classic romantic bouquet of red roses. there’s small astrays of baby breath flowers, formally known as gypsophila paniculata surrounding and mixed in between the roses. the scent is there, but not too strong—a floral scent mixed with a tint of vanilla. the wrapping is pure black, soft to the touch. the wrapping somewhat feels like wrapping paper in a way—with a bright red bow tied around the base in a bunny ear shape.
the wonderful bouquet packed with way too many flowers. you can’t even name most of them. you don’t think that even he knew what he was getting when he asked the employee at the flower shop to ’give me a bouquet of every flower’. it has the strongest flower scent that has you sneezing and pouting—but it’s the thought that counts. the wrapping is sheer and feels a bit like plastic with cute designs painted on it, wrapped in a white bow around the bottom.
Carlos sains in a relationship with driver!male reader who's one of those people you just can't get mad at, like he's smart but has the emotional comprehension of a over excited puppy, point is that after a really bad race for reader, like 2 laps away from winning only for your hydraulics to snap (or something of the like i have no idea whats viable on those car's) and he's still all happy go luck because he's really only in raceing for the fun of it, considers it more of a hobbie, the drivers on the other hand in their interviews mention that reader has their condolences for that race cause if it were them theu probably would have raged hard, but the only thing reader did was ask if the other drivers were okay and that none of the parts that might have fallen from his car hindered anyone and carlos is like so proud reader handled things comes to him for cuddles cause it was still a shit race even if reader didn't care for the results.
Unshakable sunshine|| Carlos sainz x Male!Reader
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The paddock was abuzz with post-race chaos. Journalists scrambled for interviews, cameras zoomed in on exhausted drivers, and teams analyzed every second of the race. Among all the noise, one story stood out: your near-victory-turned-DNF. With only two laps to go, your hydraulics failed, forcing you to limp off the track.
For most drivers, it would’ve been a career-shattering moment. The adrenaline, the effort, the sheer heartbreak of coming so close, only for it all to fall apart. But you? You were smiling.
After climbing out of the car, you walked straight to your team, offering reassuring pats on backs and a thumbs-up to the engineers. By the time you reached the media pen, you looked like you’d just finished a leisurely Sunday drive.
“It happens, right?” you told reporters with a grin. “Racing’s unpredictable. I just hope none of the parts from my car got in anyone’s way. Last thing I’d want is to mess up someone else’s race!”
Your unshakable positivity left everyone stunned. Max Verstappen, in his post-race interview, shook his head in disbelief. “If that happened to me, I’d probably throw my helmet across the garage. But him? He’s just smiling. I don’t get it, but honestly, I respect it.”
Charles Leclerc chimed in during his segment, laughing softly. “He’s like… the golden retriever of Formula 1. I’d be fuming, and he’s out here checking if everyone else is okay. I think we all need some of whatever he’s got.”
But Carlos knew you better than anyone. He could see the subtle signs—the extra-long hug you gave your engineer, the way your shoulders sagged slightly when you thought no one was watching. You never liked showing frustration, and you’d perfected the art of brushing off disappointment. But Carlos wasn’t fooled.
He waited in your motorhome, pacing slightly as he thought about how to approach you. When you finally walked in, the mask was still up.
“Hey, Carlos!” you greeted cheerfully, dropping your bag by the door. “Did you see that race? Wild, right? Shame about the hydraulics, but hey, at least I got to watch the last two laps from the best seat in the house!”
Carlos didn’t say anything right away, watching as you flopped onto the couch and kicked off your shoes. You were smiling, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.
“Cariño,” he said softly, sitting beside you. “How are you really feeling?”
You blinked, caught off guard by his gentle tone. “I’m fine. Really! It’s just a race. There’s always next time.”
He gave you a look—a mix of disbelief and affection. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know.”
Your smile wavered for a moment before you sighed, leaning back into the couch. “Okay, maybe it sucks a little. But not for the reason you think! I’m more annoyed that I couldn’t finish because I was really having fun out there. That’s what matters, right? Having fun?”
Carlos chuckled softly, reaching out to pull you into his arms. “You amaze me, you know that? Anyone else would’ve been furious, but you… you’re just happy to be here. It’s one of the reasons I love you.”
You relaxed against him, letting out a soft laugh. “Thanks, Carlos. I mean it. I guess… yeah, it does sting a bit, but I don’t race to win. I race because it’s fun. That’s why I’m here.”
His arms tightened around you, his voice low and tender. “And that’s why I’m so proud of you. But just because you don’t let it show doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. So tonight, it’s all about cuddles. No arguments.”
You tilted your head up to look at him, grinning again. “Cuddles do sound nice.”
“They fix everything,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
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A:n- this was written in Wattpad and quotev so if you confuse it is based on my fanfic.
Well either way its Isagi x male reader 🔞
Check out the master list for more content! It always get updated! There are more blue lock one shot
It is written during the birthday but either way I thought why not write it here to since most people do check up here.
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The match between PXG and Bastard Mutchen ended.
In all excitement and thrill he didn't really thought he will get more reward then it is now.
He Approach you, as he and you did have a bet which ended up him winning.
"So what will you want? Yoichi?" You simply ask as he thought about it and didn't really thought much when he said.
"Oh I would love to be devoured by you."
Oh he knew know his word seems. Well he thought about it probably.
As lead him to current situation in empty locker room. That is not on use. Hey at least the CCTV is bad and need to fix by tomorrow.
"Ah~.." Isagi moans softly as his hand tightens on holding the edge of the bench. His legs up spread. One of his hand on his mouth covering his moans but it seems so difficult.
"Getting close? are you~" You state with a hint of amusement as you notice the way Isagi squirm. His thighs were already marked by you with hickeys and kisses.
"Aida~" he moaned as his thighs squeeze your head when your tongue finally probe inside his tight entrance.
"It feels weird..." He moaned as he felt your hand on his thighs, making yourself closer to his ass licking it.
"Mmmh" your tongue slip deeper as his hand clench on your hair. His eyes roll back as his lips parted moaning your name.
His hips move with your tongue that thrust inside him.
Your hand hold his ass firmly up as he scramble to balance himself.
It was more of an reward for him after the match to be only devoured by you.
"Aida-san i-i'm getting close..~" he moaned as his legs tremble.
He whine when you take out your tongue before he comes.
"Why? So close~ please please" he whined looking down at you who Is crouch down holding his legs.
Your smirk give. Spine chill to him.
"Who said I am going to let you come so soon?"
His breath hitch when you continue to bring him to edge again denying him from reaching his climax.
One of his hand hold your shoulder.
"I-i'm close. Please please let me come I... I will do anything please!" He begged as you hold his chin up as he whine louder because of lost of contact as his hip try to get a friction from your form.
"Oh? Weren't you the one who mention to me you won't even beg for me?"
"I-i'm sorry please. Aida-san please!"
"My, you surely can beg a lot after the game." You simply said as he whine.
"Please just do something anything In I need it please please."
"Anything?"
"Anything!"
"Oh what if I put something big like torch light or-"
"Not those thing! The biggest is your cock I need it please!" His hold on your arms tightens as his eyes were hazy, tears fall from his eyes as he couldn't bear the delay of his orgasm.
He drool at the sight of your cock as his hole seems to be eager to swallow it inside.
His hold on your shoulder tightens when he feel you enter him. He moan out while his eyes roll back.
He can't get enough of it. And you two haven't done it for such a long time he miss this a lot.
"Ai-aida-san...~" he moaned while, feeling you thrust and move inside him.
His eyes hazy as his toes curl when you hit his spot.
"C-cumming!" He utter as he let out his load out. The white liquid spill on you and his stomach.
"T-too s-sensitive!" He moans when you are still thrusting inside him. Hitting the good spots where he feel like he is losing his mind.
He couldn't even mutter properly as he feel like he is getting addicted by your cock and make him a cock sleeve for you.
He gulp as his lips part but nothing came when you finally fill him again.
He even forget the time. But it is still making him go. He feel so addicted.
He strandle on your lap as his eyes with heart pupil stare at you.
"More... More" he mutter while his legs around you thightens.
"You still want more?"
"Y-yeah... More... Please... More Aida-san~ please" he mutter as he press his face on your shoulder.
You could say he is far to beyond logic as all he could mutter is your name.
You won't be shock if he even forgot his name.
His lips press on yours one last time until he passed out on your arms.
His used hole drip with your cums as his legs were limp so were his arms.
You could still hear him mumble your name.
You just pat his back and rest for some minute and clean up before anyone check up on you both for missing.
The next morning, You sweatdrop when noticing Isagi who ended up too sore and eventually call for you to be by his side.
Ego agreed to it as you ended up been with Isagi instead of your team.
When he notice you enter the room he smile.
"Aida-san" his voice was a bit hoarse.
"Yeah. Ego told me to stay with you. I mean permitted to. Probably good way uhm... I surely went overdid didn't I?" You said awkwardly as his face flush red.
"A-ah, it's fine..." He mutter while he sign you to come close and lay beside him.
"I am fine sitting here"
His eyes narrowed and tug on your sleeve.
"You did this. Can't you just snuggle with me?"
"..." You ended up given up when Isagi start mentioning things about how you hug others to sleep and won't do it for him.
His head on your chest while he snuggle onto you.
As you both end up falling asleep on the infirmary bed.
If you look properly you could see Isagi soft contented smile with y/n just asleep while holding Isagi firmly.
A:n- hello this was was written during Yukimiya birthday on other site but forget to write it here. Do check up my one shot book I'm Wattpad.
A:n- just thought of some headcanons that come up on my mind.
This is based on string fanfic blue lock book of mine.
This based on entirely on Yukimiya x (Aida) male reader.
(It is not really canon but. It is more or less a scenario)
(After marriage. Kinda)
Yep it is 🔞 so gotta be prepared. Alright.
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Yukimiya still recall the day when you ended up asking him to marry you. It kinda landed him in a quiet frenzy shock.
Probably on the fourth date you propose to him. It was sweet. None was there except you two. On the placid quiet place with dinner in a candle light setting.
Especially the fireworks that displayed on the background was somewhat enchanting.
His heart still beat when he recall it. How you just kiss him the moment he said yes.
Hold him as if afraid he will leave. Kiss him as if you have hold onto your emotions all this time.
He let out a deep sighed as he take out his glasses for a moment closing his eyes.
He could no longer play soccer. As his vision deteriorate. But he is glad you are there for him if one day he does get blind early.
His fingers trail on his ring finger a soft smile present on his lips.
The faint blurry seems slightly a smudge without his glasses as he still recall you two exchange vow. His father was taken the most shock. While his mother was happy for him.
He still recall how you were awkward when you almost drop the ring while trying to put it on his finger.
Exchanging vows as you were really sincere and look st him with love.
He still recall how Karasu seems displeased as he just kept less contact so does Otoya. Though hopefully the friendship didn't differed.
And the day you both arrive home your parents were welcoming and even gave you both privacy.
Though it is not a first not lovemaking of marriage. As you took considerate of him. For him to get comfortable. As you pressed soft kisses on him. And kisses on lips nothing much more and cuddle to sleep.
He will say he is somewhat sexuslly frustrated now.
Till now you two haven't done it. And here he thought he will be most Patient yet you eventually break the record.
And it was already seven months of both of your marriage.
"Is he going for long practice even today?" He mutter while lay his head on the table as he let out a sigh.
Recently you haven't able to stay with him because you were now a well known soccer player. And let's make it straight. He doesn't like Isagi. Not because of sports or anything. But personally.
Personally over the fact he is still around you. And even Rin it kinda make him insecure.
He still does a lot. Like How Rin seems to never able to move on from you. And he sure hope you won't get taken away from him.
And he feel more upset because today's is his birthday something you said you won't ever make him feel lonely.
As he sat up straight when he hear the doorbell as he wore his glasses. Hoping its you only to see others people giving him gift. After all he is still a modeler. But not that active as he prefer to give you more time...
Keeping away the gifts. He lay his head back on the table. As all the food lay on table getting cold every minute.
His hand on his phone hesistant to call you. As a nagging feeling he felt if... What if you are cheating on him? What if... No right. He can't beat the thought. He wish to rewind the time a bit before you get busy with soccer career.
He sigh and closes his eyes for a moment drifting off to sleep.
As you came home a bit late because of late practice. your eyes flick to Yukimiya as you blink twice and thrice...
'Oh shit its his birthday. Oh gosh I am the worse husband...' You thought to self. While you almost cry of how you can forget to buy him gift.
'I will just apologise. Gosh. I hate myself sometimes.' You thought to self. Shooking Yukimiya awake.
His eyes flick to you as he blink twice.
"Dear?" He mutter and search for his glasses and put it on.
"Ah Kenyu honey. So sorry!" You quickly kneel alarming him.
"I'm sorry that I forgot today is your birthday!"
"Ah... Um what took you so long to come how?"
"Ah. Practice. Got stuck because of Yoichi want to try new move together. He was adadament." You mutter as Yukimiya hold on your shoulder thighten.
"Isagi. Huh"..
" I'm sorry. I couldn't even buy you a gift. Is there anything you want? I will bring it to you!" You said as Yukimiya thought for a moment as he could see you were genuinely. Apologizing. Beside he know you aren't the time to cheat around. Because if you were how many time you would have married by now. ...
Maybe he would have been stuck in polyamous relationship with you and who knows people who love you.
"You can still gift me something now" he mutter as his eyes flick to the time as it is 11.
Your eyes lit up a bit confused.
"What will you want?"
"Dear... You haven't really touch me... Even after marriage"
"...huh?"
"..is it because... I am not good enough?" He mutter as you quickly shook your head.
"Its nothing like that Kenyu. I just don't want to rush things"
"Its already seven months. You barely kiss me... Or even hold... Me" he mutter as you felt guilty of how you must have seems to Yukimiya. And worse you even forgot his birthday.
"...I'm sorry. I .."
He let out a sigh, "its fine if you don't really..."
His words halted as he gasp when you hold him up on your arms.
"Y/n?"
"What kind of husband am I to neglect my partner huh" you mutter as he wrap his arm around your neck. While you walk to both of your share room.
"You don't really have to do it. I don't want you to do it. Because I ask..." He mutter as you closed the door and kept him on bed.
"I just... Want a small kiss.. That's all"
He avoid looking at you. As you hold his chin up.
His eyes glaze at you with self doubt as you feel guilty to make him feel that.
"Kenyu. I love you, And I am sorry for making you feel that I dont want you. I do. I really need you." You mutter as his cheeks flush a bit red.
"Y-you don't have to really it was a odd request... I just..-" his words halted as you kiss him.
His eyes widen a bit yet he close it back while part his lips. He could feel your tongue roam around his mouth as helmet out a soft moan.
Gosh he miss the feeling of the intense kiss. All the time he just have to jerk off while you are away from country itself because of soccer match.
As both of you part the kiss with a string of saliva attach between both your lips.
His eyes were hazy and yearning for you.
"Y/n... You love me right?"
"Yes I do..." You mutter wrap and arm around his waist as he lean his body on yours, pressed together.
"You won't leave me?"
"I won't... I love you Kenyu"
He let out a soft sigh as he tilt his head to side to give you better way to kiss his neck.
His hands grip on the back of your shirt.
"Dear"
"Yea" you stop your kisses as he state at you holding you close.
"I'm ready. Please don't make me wait... For more" he said with his eyes glazed with desire and longing. You gulp down your saliva as he look so tempting with him lay on bed with his elbow probe enough for him to see you.
His hair messy so his clothes his glasses been a bit crooked. As the saliva drool down to his chin.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah... Please devour me... Y/n"
That was the only thing you need of confirmation as you crawl ontop of him. As keeping away his glasses.
His vision may be blurry cannot see your face clear. He held your face tracing it memorizing it in his memory... If... If one day his vision truly fail him. He just want to encase the feeling it is you through his touch.
He let you remove his clothes as he close his eyes for a moment while his head lay back stare at the ceiling.
The loneliness he feel seems to fate away. You were here. You were here on his arms.
Not just imagination of this feeling the wait finally end.
"Ah~" he moan softly as he felt the cold feeling from the lube. He stare at you. He could see the shade of blue e/c eyes and your words that echoed on his ear.
You were there...
"Ah~mmp~" he moaned as your fingers prepare his entrance.
As gentle you were as it was his first. He raise both of his hand up to you.
"Hold me..." He mutter which you did so before he rethink anything.
He snuggle his face on your neck and bite it as he feel you slip inside him.
It was painful. As he sob at the pain. which you press soft kissed to his forehead.
"We can stop from here"
"N-no.. Just put all in..."
"But it will be painful. You can barely take it"
"It's fine... See it's sliping more more in" he mutter while holding you tighter.
You grunt by the tightness as you try to ease him which eventually does ease him up.
Pleasure soon take place after it fit.
"Ah~ ngh~!" He moaned out as he feel you inside him. He press his lips on yours which you return back.
As the room was hot while you both hold onto each other.
The soft moans of Yukimiya fill the room so does the skin slap to one another.
It was full of love and affection holding him close and making him feel amazing.
"Happy birthday, Aida Kenyu" you said with a smirk as his cheeks turn slightly pink while his hand on your chest taking deep breaths from the intense love making.
"Thank you. Dear husband" he mutter he said snuggling his face on your chest. He could feel the slick coying down to his thigh or bedsheets. For now he just hug you as the faint clock drum of been midnight.
It was the best birthday gift.
"Dear"
"Yeah?" You glance down at him as he smirk slightly.
"Does that mean we can do it every time I want?"
"...yeah sure?"
"So tomorrow? Since you are free." He said as he doodle his finger on your chest. With a cheeky smirk present on his lips
You couldn't really say no to that face do. You. Nor the eyes that gleam mischievously at you.
Oh how you love him. As you hold him close which he let out a startle gasp.
"If you want I will can make your legs tremble for some days."
His face burn red as he look to side for a moment then nod.
"I suppose... I do need my reward for been your male wife"
"Huh? "
"What huh?"
"I mean. I thought you will prefere like partner or..."
He flick your forehead as your eyes narrowed yet sigh when he just laugh at your reaction.
Gosh you love him.
And you are so happy to have him on your life.
"Y/n"
"Yea?"
As his hand intertwine with yours as you both are wearing the wedding ring.
"Just... Try to come home early if you can... It gets quiet lonely without you"
"Yeah" as you press a soft kiss on his forehead which he close his eyes to savour the feeling.
His eyes flutter open. He could see you but it was mostly blur. But he couldn't help but smile back at your fond smile to him.
Gosh he is so happy been with you.
Even if you can be clueless.
He can never truly leave you.
And he will make sure you won't.
If you did...
He will take the means to break you.
Besides. He have handle some of them himself. Those jealous fuckers who tries...
Kenyu close his eyes snuggle close to you more. He can't let you find out. He can't let you found out that he is even ready to taint his hand. For you.
As he smirk slightly, while buried his face on your chest.
Even, If it means to keep you with him.
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A:n- that's all take care good night/morning to all!
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