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how it feels when you're reading a fic and a character you love is mischaracterized so horrendously to the point where it's not even them but everyone in the comments love it
abstract. why pay attention to your smutty books when your man can just recreate your favorite scenes with you instead? <3
ft. michael kaiser, bunny iglesias, vivien hugo, sae itoshi
cw. requested ; smut: mirror sex, creampies, marathon sëx, edging, bondage (using a belt (?)), making a tape — #unedited
aniyaps: consider this the long overdue 1k celebration + posting this in time for my 19th ! yippee ◡̈
⊹ ࣪ ˖ michael kaiser
kaiser was mad. not for the obvious reasons like yoichi somehow managing to irk him at practice again, rather you. obviously he's not pissed or enraged, rather just annoyed... and sexually frustrated.
"darling... having fun?" — "mhm..."
here he was, getting ready for you and taking his sweet-ass time in the shower to probably have some intimacy with his beloved girlfriend, and there you were, reading another goddamn book with your legs crossed and you just biting your lower lip.
he wasn’t one to really be verbally expressive when it came to his feelings, but he missed you. ever since moving to madrid to play for re al, he wants to take advantage of his short vacation in berlin to see you and possibly spend some time with you… and have some fun.
but what the hell were you doing?!
kaiser wasn't one to really judge your interests or hobbies but here he was, smelling and feeling and looking fucking fantastic and ready for you to fuck and pounce on him, and there you were, looking like you were getting horny over words on a shitty piece of fucking paper on a shitty book?
"what the hell are you even reading? what the fuck is that?" — "a book, mihya. you read them all the time."
he scoffed. "yeah, but not... what the hell? lemme see!”
and after a very short game of tug of war, kaiser’s eyes were met with the most egregious piece of writing he’s ever read.
“mirror sex…? huh? dirty talk?” his gaze fixed on you, and then the evidently large mirror in your bedroom, facing directly in front of the bed.
so your mihya had an idea. why not indulge you. why not take this as an opportunity for the both of you to get what you want: for you to live out your sexually explicit fantasies, and for him to be in you. so….
“god, baby. you’re fucking beautiful, yeah?”
he rasped, guiding your hips on his cock—seeing how you simply fell apart. he had you in pronebone, with your back facing him.
kaiser held the book you once read, gripping your hips and slamming into you with one hand and reading for directions with the other. he was so goddamn teasing.
“he then began to sweet talk her. oh, how nasty he was—she felt her cunt flutter at the contents of his words, praising yet demeaning at the same time and she loved it. yeah? you like that shit, n/n?”
and it’s like you had no shame reading straight up porn in front of your lover, because you tightened up too after he read that excerpt.
“c’mon, pretty girl. look at how stunning you look taking my cock.”
“mhmmm! yes, baby! all f’youuuu—!” you screamed in the sheets, whining loudly when he pulled your hair up so you’d see your tear-stained face and marked up neck for the mirror to reflect.
for the whole time that michael kaiser has known you, never did he think his innocent little girlfriend would be such the savant when it comes to such literary works… or rather straight up book porn.
he began laughing, thrusting into you almost vehemently at how your eyes fucking rolled from how he had you—crying out and scratching and gripping the sheets while your back arched like a cat.
“fuck, i love you… i really fucking love you.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ vivien hugo
you and your lover occasionally have ‘at-home’ dates, where either of you crash at the other’s apartment while you figure out what to do. whether it be cooking or watching movies, it’s fun and cathartic. really cute for dates.
in particular, for today's date you had decided on reading (at least in your case), while vivien listened to sports commentary while looking at his blank book. but in this occasion, he was finished. he had already articulated his next strategy on how to help his striker and was going to speak before he just stared at you. well… he stared at your book and your rather… interesting expression.
“chérie… what are you reading?” your eyes were narrowed, lips curved to a smile while you bit your lower lip, and you tapping your thigh. dare he say, you looked like you were aroused...? or maybe he was just being a pervert thinking that way but...?
“nothing…” “doesn’t seem like that—?”
maybe it was your fault for being too trusting of vivien, but you found yourself hesitantantly sliding the book over to him. he yaps all the time about destiny and shit—so your smut shouldn’t be that bad? right?
and then, did his usually pale face turn red. like beet red. his eyes widened too.
“o-oh… um. love, can i—uh… ask something?” — “sure.”
“what in god’s name is…? i… you want to record our sexual encounters?” he began reading, still his voice quivered with absolute sheepishness.
“she felt her cunt pulse at the thought—both of them being recorded in their most vulnerable state being together. she could only imagine how hot it would be, to see herself be nothing but a cocksleeve for her lover as he demeans her—? y-you’re into that?”
you’d be lying if you said it didn’t thrill you, so you sheepishly nodded.
and so, hugo went to sit down by you on the love seat, and took his phone from his pocket, motioning to it.
“fine. as long as it makes you happy.”
that’s all he needed to say for you to absolutely relish in what you’d do.
“chéri, come on, you can take it? you goddamn slut.”
it was thrilling, for your boyfriend to talk so dirty and be so vocal during sex where you’d film it. he usually grunted, moaned a little, and call you pretty and beautiful… but he’d never outright talk like that.
well, that's what you thought, until he began playing with your pussy on camera.
“look how wet your pretty little pussy is…” the camera was propped on the coffee table, standing on top of the books you two were “reading” while it captured you grinding against his hand. you could feel how his thick fingers made a scissoring motion, how they curled inside you with finesse—and how your legs shook every time, with the sound of your dripping cunt echoing in your ears.
and even when he fucked you with his cock, did it feel even more thrilling with the camera on. “attagirl, pretty. ride me just like that…”
you began riding him, moving your hips in figure-8s while he threw his head back and squeezed your plush hips as your arms around his neck only tightened.
you felt his cock so deep in this position, all the while, the camera was rolling and you could tell how your boyfriend was struggling to keep his moans to himself, quietly groaning with every move of your hips.
and even when your eyes looked over at the camera, your boyfriend held your chin, making you hold eye contact with his sweet onyx eyes.
“focus on me, chéri. eyes on me. only on me.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ bunny iglesias
some say curiosity always kills the cat, but this time, it killed your boyfriend bunny (figuratively, of course).
you had been reading this specific book for a while, and every time he had tried to take a peek at what you were reading, you'd always slam the book shut and leave, with your face burning and your expression evidently flustered. but this time, you were taking a shower, and here was the book you’d been reading, wide open (not really, your bookmark was peeking though) on your nightstand.
and after the forty minutes of your shower, thinking you were probably going to be met with your boyfriend ready to cuddle in bed, were you met with bunny, snickering while sitting on the bed with an evident tent in his pants. he looked up at you and you felt your stomach drop—especially with the way he shook the book in his large hand, lips curved.
“she felt full… full of him—literally. it had been several hours and she felt her cunt overflow with his loads like his… ‘cumdumpster’? after fucking for hours? carajo, cari… never did i think my cute little girlfriend was into this type of shit.”
you felt your face turn warm at the sight of bunny holding your smut book.
“w-why—?” “wanna try it? baby, you know i’m totally into… what are they doing? marathon sex? multiple creampies? fuck, cari. you might be more perverted than anyone i’ve ever met. maybe even more perverted than i am…”
and but of course, you dropped your bath towel and practically pounced on your man. and he was more than willing to indulge in these sexual fantasies of yours depicted in whatever depraved shit you read.
you knew your boyfriend’s nickname came first his speed and the fact that he’s as fast as a goddamn bunny in the field, but the same thing could be said for the way he was fucking you relentlessly.
how long has it been? how long have you felt him felt you so deliciously as he hit your cervix in this position? your back met his firm, scarred chest as he slammed into you all lewd, circling your clit with his thumb while his hips slammed into yours.
the obscene positions he had you in, the absolute debauchery of it all, thrilled you. just the fact that he simply lifted you up and down like his own fuck-doll and spoke to you like it, no less, god, just thinking about it turned you on even more.
and that is exactly what he was doing.
“bizcochita… no seas así [sweetie, don't be like that]. handle it, baby. you wanted it.” your gasps suddenly turned louder and more lewd, with how bunny played with your pussy as he simply destroyed you. “i’m so happy i could fucking die…. god, what a fucking slut you are, yeah? only here to take my cum, right?”
"mmmhmmm—!"
your body—that was once lathered with your body oil and lotion, was glazed with sweat, and cum on your thighs and ass. your legs were shaking and your puffy pussy was overflowing with the amount of loads bunny came into you, practically frothing with how fast he was going.
you were gasping, your cunt squirting for the nth time through his rough thrusts, his cock kissing your cervix at this point.. "o-oh my g-god... haahhhh..."
and even as he himself was losing momentum, he had to keep going—to help you with your sexual fantasies, because shit, they were hot. “hold for a little more, yeah baby? we got all fucking night.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ sae itoshi
you didn’t mean to accidentally leave the tab open on your ipad—after all, you share it with sae.
sae knows you have a little hobby of reading, what exactly? he doesn’t know and he doesn’t think he’d like to… at first.
but then the words of that idiot aiku got to him. how you can tell how freaky a girl is by the things she reads… and honestly? sae wanted to know; but then he had to check the ipad to look at some stuff from his manager (he’s ashamed—which is why he was a bit relieved your tabs were open so he didn’t have to actually snoop in your things).
and when he saw the synopsis of the several books in your barnes and noble cart, his eyes legitimately widened and he let out an almost weird squeak. bondage… and hair pulling.
then of course, google offers those short exerpts so he really got to see what the hell you were reading… and in the first few pages, he gets shown the nastiest smut he’s ever read.
“he tied her up, literally. leather clung to her, restraining her arms and legs while he pulled her hair as she sucked him off like an ice lolly… holy shit…”
so naturally of course, he was curious. which is why when you two were having sex, he wanted to test something.
you were on the mattress, lightly whining while your boyfriend thrusted into you, slamming into you hard yet slow so you could really feel him fill you. he was kneeling, lifting your hips to fuck you deeper—harder.
“mmmm… sae, you feel s’good, baby…” he grunted quietly, looking at you as you covered your face and how your body simply moved with every thrust of his. your pretty breasts moved with every thrust of his hips and your whines made him feel fucking feral… but then he remembered. then he remembered your book.
“baby, i wanna try something.” you blinked, curious, looking at sae and letting out a whine the moment he slipped out of you. “go ahead, love.”
and when he took out the leather belt from the nightstand, he saw how your eyes widened and how your breathing hitched at the sight of it. and then sae decided to be a fucking tease and slammed the folded leather against each other .
“just me, yeah?”
and that’s how you found yourself, face down, ass up while your hands were tied to a post on your bed’s canopy. your boyfriend’s calloused hands kneading your love handles, and you felt him go faster on your poor pussy, twitching against him while he pistons in you. he loved this, seeing how your plush ass slammed against his pelvis while your arms struggled.
“nghh—s-sae—! fuck, i need to cum, please!” and you felt him pull your hair. “not until i tell you.”
then he stopped, and you kept on crying. "l-lemme cum... please, saeee!"
he strangely liked this… he really did, and he could tell you did too with the way you clenched around him.
“mmm.. we should try this again.”
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kewl kewl kewl yayayayyaayayay (oh my god icl i feel like i struggled a lot and it shows bc ngl i'm quite a vanilla person holy fucbdjsjdjsis esp for hugo’s bc wadahell 😭)
summary: calling them your husband, this was a tiktok trend a few years ago, and it been on my mind.
characters: hugo, loki, sae, kaiser
c/n: fluff, may be ooc (I don't trust my characterization), suggestive if you squint, implied fem reader, mentions of food(?)
ೃ⁀➷vivien hugo
you and hugo were lounging on the couch lazily. you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone while hugo was lying on your lap, "reading". very mundane. except for one thing, you both were hungry but to lazy to cook so you had to find other options.
“okay so clearly since none of us are willing to cook, lets order pizza” you swiftly dialed the number and stated your usual order and then— “yes and for my husband he'll have anything that doesn’t have avocados…okay thank you”
hugo froze. his blank book slipped out of his hand and fell flat on his face. he sat up straight and looked at you wide eyed. the cogs in his brain turned trying to process that just came out of your mouth so casually. my husband. your husband. He kept on repeating the phrase as if he was tasting it, letting it settle in his chest. a faint blush started to form.
you looked over at him, with a little grin, noticing his shocked expression. “what?”
“husband?? me...but we’re not—” he paused. “well...at least not yet” he looked down. You could tell he was thinking so much about this. “husband” he whispered under his breath rubbing his ring finger. he looked back at you and gave you a little smile. he liked it.
when the delivery arrived, you went to get it and hugo tailed you. once you retrieved the bags, out of nowhere hugo looked at the man dead in the eye and said, “I am her husband” “vivien??”
the delivery man just chuckled and left.
you threw him a light punch at the chest. “what the hell was that?” “no take backs. marriage is legally binding.” oh God what have you done.
that night, after you fell asleep he silently measured the size of your ring finger, making a mental note of your ring size.
oh and his team DID NOT hear the end of it. he practically made it his entire personality
“who you texting” “my wife” “youre married??” “almost”
ೃ⁀➷julien loki
you scoured the menu for something you liked. Loki was a bit distracted on his phone. he didnt really need to order, you already knew what he wanted so you were going to order for him. "so I'll have the Coq au Vin and my husband will have the Boeuf Bourguignon and for dessert we'll have the Guimauve Chocola." loki smiled at his phone and looked up at you. the waitress jotted down your orders and left.
and so the night proceeded. loki didn’t say anything significant. he just smiled at you while you blabbered about your day. he didn’t want to make it obvious that what you said gave him the biggest ego boost. after the meal it was time to pay the check, loki took the bill.
“I'll pay the bill” flashing you a smile with a hint of amusement in his eyes “I am your husband after all”
you looked at him. oh he liked it. perhaps a bit too much. you ordered an Uber back to your hotel. he teased you relentlessly the entire drive. "so does your husband get some special loving tonight?" "oh my gosh, enough with this already"
the Uber driver thought you both made a cute couple. "are you two married?"
you sat up looking at the driver in horror "no! we are—"
"yes we are. I'm her husband" loki interrupted, proudly announcing a title he unofficially just earned a few hours ago. he then looked at you. "isn't that right, mon amour?"
that night, while you were preparing for bed, loki walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing kisses on your nape. “someone’s awfully pleased with himself ” you teased. he pulled you closer. his lips grazed your ear and he whispered “why wouldn’t I be? You introduced me as your husband today”
“puhlease” you huffed. “it just slipped” you lied; you did it on purpose.
“did it?” he smiled, “but—” he continued “I liked it. It suited our status”
those words caught you off guard and you became flustered. you are screwed.
ೃ⁀➷sae itoshi
sae wondered how you managed to get him in this situation; fastfood drive-thru. “this is very unhealthy for you” he said, condescendingly. he could smell the greasy food that was escaping the kitchen through the vents.
“I'll be having the burrito and fries, extra sauce please” you turned to sae “anything you’d like?”
he looked at you with dead eyes “I don’t eat unhealthy filth”
you sighed and turned back to the intercom. “...and my husband will have a salad with spicy wings I guess…”
sae’s head shot back at you, his eyes wide and pupils dilating. he was so shocked that his stoic nonchalant, demeanour faultered for a second “what”
“husband? me?” he muttered in disbelief pointing at himself.
“did I say something?” you raised a brow towards him, with a flirty smile.
“no, I—” he let out a slow breath, regaining his demeanor “… you didn’t”
at the payment window, you volunteered to pay but sae wouldn’t let you. he intercepted, handing the cashier his card without even glancing at you. “I am the husband I'll pay”
on the way home, he didn’t want to face you,he couldn't. but you knew he liked it. his cheeks were lightly flushed while he focused on the road. and he kept his hand firmly on your thigh the whole ride home.
ೃ⁀➷michael kaiser
michael was concentrated on driving, his hand on the steering and his other alternating between the gear shift and your thigh, on the way to an expensive dinner reservation. you were occupied on a call with your friend. as you were approaching the destination you had to end the call:
“okay babe I have to go now, my husband and I are on our way to have some dinner—”
the car suddenly swerved just enough for you to have a mini heart attack and grab the dashboard.
“MICHAEL WHAT THE HELL!”
he regained his control over the wheel, a devilish grin forming from his lips. he kept on replaying those words in his head the rest of the way. once parked outside the restaurant he turned to you, with the biggest grin. “husband huh. I like that, say it again”
“uh wha—”
“no” he cut you off, rubbing his chin. “say it in german, ja?”
“michael we have reservations we need to go”
“that shit can wait” he scoffed “I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it”
good god you have created a monster.
“mein Ehemann” you eventually say.
music to his ears. “mhm yes I am Schatz. that sounds so good.”
he definitely did not let that go.
at the front desk he spoke out to the young lady. "good evening, she made reservations under her husband's name, my name" you shot him a 'stop that' glare.
oh he wouldn't shut up about it during the dinner as well, introducing himself to the wait staff as your husband.
you kept on nudging at him to stop. "shut up about what? being your husband??" and he said this loudly attracting the attention of all the patrons
a/n: I do intend on making a part two because I want to add nagi, reo and yukki. just didn't want to make this post too long. if you want anyone else added, please let me know!
first draft. I proofread the hell out of this and kept on becoming longer. dividers from @dollywons
pardon if there are any mistakes. english is in fact my first language, but I'm still on the learning curve of actually writing.
thank you for reading and feedback is appreciated🩷
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Kaiser wasn't necessarily hiding you away, he just wasn't advertising the fact that the two of you were dating.
As egosistic as he was, there was a small part of him that felt like if his teammates knew about you, you'd leave him for one of them and that was a reality he refused to live in.
You guys had been dating for around two years now and aside from the one off media sightings he had successfully hidden you from everyone... except Alexis who was the one that set the two of you up.
After a practice, Kaiser had just gotten out of the shower, his towel wrapped loosely around his waist revealing a blue ink tattoo of your initials inside of a rose near his groin.
"New ink?" Alexis asked, slapping Kaiser on the shoulder.
Of course he was the one to expose your relationship to the team, he was also the only person besides the two of you who knew why he wanted to keep it a secret.
That's when Isagi turned around to look, "What do those letters stand for?"
"They're Y/N's right? That's so cool man." Alexis asked, was he being dense on purpose or was he just trying to rile him up.
"Who's Y/N?" Another player asked.
And while part of him wanted to slam the door to his locker and walk away he sighed, you'd been with him for two years. If you were going to leave him it wouldn't be over this.
"Mein Liebling..."
"Seriously? Someone actually likes you?" Isagi laughed, but stopped when he saw Kaiser running after him with a metal water bottle in hand.
✩ Gym Bag H. Chigiri
The boys were bored waiting for Ego to have the team meeting with them so they decided to play a game where they went around and said what was in their bags.
For the most part, it was normal things like hair ties, extra socks and shoes or the occasional good luck charm given to them by someone special.
And Chigiri's was the same, except for the frilly pink makeup bag with your initials that he pulled out.
"Yo?" Eita raised an eyebrow, "and you say you aren't feminine."
Chigiri rolled his eyes and threw a towel at him, "It's not mine, It's my girlfriend's."
"Girlfriend you say?" Karasu walked over and threw an arm over his shoulder, "pics or it didn't happen." The rest of the people in the gym nodded in agreement.
Reluctantly he opened his camera roll and showed them all pictures of you, to flex and to prove that you were real. And as annoyed as he pretended to be, he loved seeing them drool over the girl none of them could have but him.
✩ House S. Barou
Barou didn't really like having people over at his apartment. While he was friends and rivals with some of his teammates he also knew their cleanliness patterns and his place was immaculate. He didn't want those goons in his sanctuary of cleanliness.
They were on the way to a restaurant when a bird pooped on Isagi's shoulder, "what the hell? Sorry guys, I think I'm gonna have to sit this one out." He groaned trying not to gag.
Though he didn't want to, he also didn't want to miss out on updates from his biggest rival.
"My complex is up the street, you can borrow one of my shirts."'
"Are you gonna show us where you keep your maid outfits?" Nagi asked in his monotoned voice as he followed the group, eyes glued to his phone.
"I'm gonna push your donkey ass into some train tracks."
✩
Once they made it inside Barou glared at the group, "Shoes off and don't mess up anything... I'll be right back."
The apartment was decorated pleasantly nice. They expected it to be white walls and furniture with a hospital vibe, but instead it was very warm.
"Hey Isagi, take a look at this," Nagi said, picking your pink mug with bunny ears, "I think we were right about Barou secretly working at a maid cafe."
Isagi laughed and looked at the shoe rack near the door, "sure, but how can we explain these shoes?" He asked, picking up a pair of sandals.
"These are way too small for Barou ."
"Probably because they're not mine." Barou groaned, "They're my wife's."
"Wife?!"
"How come you've never mentioned her before?" Isagi asked, looking all over the living room for more traces of you.
Barou handed him the shirt and sighed, "I have, the two of you are just so self absorbed you never noticed?"
"Really?" Nagi asked.
✩ Reposts R. Shidou
"Soooo Shidou, are you in fantasy land again? Why are all your reposts about a relationship?" Sendou asked, showing his phone screen which was on Shidou'sTikTok page.
"The only thing I'm dreaming about is being in her pussy," Shidou laughed, dreaming about the last time the two of you were together.
"So you actually have a girlfriend?" Aiku raised a brow, "like she's not just a hookup?"
The thought of you being reduced to something as small and irrelevant as a hookup sent a feeling of rage through the striker's body.
It didn't bother him at all what they said or thought about him, but he didn't play when it came to you. So he grabbed a stray ball and chucked it at Aiku who caught it with an amused expression.
"I see it's someone serious then?" He tossed the ball to the floor then opened the app to see the reposts himself.
Sae, who'd be silently watching the whole thing sighed, "she's definitely real, this demon texts me about her constantly."
Shidou showed one of his creepy smiles, "And yet you don't respond to any of them..."
Sendou scrolled more and then he came across one that was about a one year anniversary and his face dropped into an unreadable expression.
"You mean this dunce has held down a relationship for a year and I can't even get a girlfriend? What's the catch? She's like ugly or something right?"
Shidou laughed and showed him a picture of you that he found to be the most beautiful.
"Aw hell."
I'm feeling so inspired... I've been writing so much recently I hope y'all enjoy
you'll never see it cumming ft. multiple blue lock men
・❥・what "unexpected" kinks do the blue lock men keep to themselves?
ft. sae, rin, kaiser, nagi, reo, isagi
itoshi sae
it's fair play to assume sae is a stone-cold dom who fucks like he plays, precise and efficient and completely without feeling. and whilst that's mostly true nobody sees the validation. the praise kink coming, specifically the way it's directed outward. he doesn't need to hear that he's good. he needs to hear that you are. he wants to watch you come apart while he tells you exactly how well you're taking him, and it's the closest thing to tenderness he lets himself have.
"good girl. just like that. you're doing so well." it comes out low and even, like he's narrating something clinical instead of fucking you senseless, but the words land differently coming from sae. he doesn't say anything he doesn't mean. when he calls you his good girl with his cock buried to the hilt and his thumb pressed flat against your clit, it hits like a reward you've been starving for without knowing it.
sae completely unravels if you run your fingers through his hair during sex. not pulling, not rough. just slow, gentle threading through those pink strands while he's stuffed between your thighs. the first time you did it without thinking, he went still for a full three seconds. then he pressed his face into your neck, hips stuttering and he ended up fucking you harder than he ever had before, without a single word of explanation.
he will never bring it up (god forbid his ego). if you mention it afterward he'll give you the most withering look in existence and leave the room. but the next time you're in bed together, his head will drift toward your hand automatically, like an orbit he can't help.
itoshi rin
rin's whole sex drive is built around eye contact. he cannot get off properly if you're looking away from him. it's not romantic, it's territorial. he wants to watch the exact moment your expression breaks, wants to see you go from composed to absolutely wrecked, wants that evidence pinned to him specifically. he will grip your jaw and tilt your face back toward his if you turn away.
"look at me." not a suggestion. never a suggestion with rin.
rin also has an obsession with your hands. the way they grip the sheets. the way they press against his chest when he's too deep. the way they shake when he's got you too close to the edge to think straight. he watches your hands like they're telling him everything you won't say out loud, and he'll pin them above your head not just to dominate you (that too though), but because he wants them where he can see them. he wants to know what your body is doing to cope with him.
if you scratch down his back he will make a feral sound. low and sharp and involuntary. it surprises him more than it surprises you, and he will absolutely punish you for it by slowing down to an agonising pace until you're begging and crying and promising things you're not sure you can actually deliver.
size fixation goes both ways with rin. he wants to feel how much bigger he is than you, wants to wrap his whole hand around your wrist and feel the overlap, wants to crowd you into a wall and notice how you have to tilt your head back just to see his face. but he also wants you to feel it. wants to hear you say it's too much. wants you gasping you're too big, rin, it's too much, i can't, because something feral in him responds to that confirmation.
"s'too much?" he'll ask, voice calm, jaw tight, hips not stopping. "you'll take it."
michael kaiser
this guy presents as the most obvious dom in any room he enters and that's exactly what he wants you to think. he is loud, he is dramatic, he loves performing power, and it's not a lie, he is dominant, but what you don't clock until you're actually in bed with him is the service kink buried underneath all of it.
he wants to wreck you so thoroughly that you are completely non-functional. that's the goal. your pleasure isn't a vehicle for his ego, it's the actual destination. he will spend 45 minutes between your thighs with his fingers and his mouth, cataloguing exactly what makes you sob, and he will look like he's winning a championship the entire time. chin wet. completely satisfied with himself in a way that has nothing to do with his own orgasm.
"you're close, aren't you, schatz. look at you. so desperate for it." smug as hell. when you finally cum he looks at you like he just scored a hat trick.
kaiser cannot handle silence. he needs noise, specifically your noise. moans, whimpers, broken little syllables of his name, even just the sound of you breathing too hard. if you go quiet while he's fucking you he will take it personally and do something about it immediately, angle differently, press his thumb somewhere devastating, lean down and talk filth directly into your ear just to pull a reaction out of you. silence feels like losing. he refuses to lose.
despite all the ego there's definitely an underlying praise kink. if you call him perfect at the right moment, if you look up at him with glossy eyes and say you feel so good, michael, you're perfect, something in his chest does something embarrassing and his thrusts go from controlled to desperate in about four seconds.
he will immediately do something to reset the power balance. but both of you definitely aint forgetting that.
seishiro nagi
nagi basically functions like a sleeper agent. you'll assume he's lazy in bed because he's lazy everywhere else. ironically bed is one of the few things in life that has managed to hold his genuine attention, and the calculation changes completely.
nagi has a breeding kink. not the performed, dirty-talk version. the quiet, unsettling, completely sincere version where he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and presses himself inside you slow and deep and tells you in that flat, half-asleep voice that you should stay just like this. something about the way he says it makes it clear he's not joking.
he doesn't dirty talk much but when he does it comes out calm and matter-of-fact in a way that is somehow ten times more devastating than if he'd shouted it. "you feel so good. want to stay inside you." said with the same energy as commenting on the weather.
he also has an oral fixation that extends to you specifically. he will put your fingers in his mouth, press his lips to your shoulder, the curve of your neck, the inside of your wrist. not aggressively, not biting hard, just, he likes having something in his mouth, and apparently that's you now. he'll suck lazy marks into your skin while you're trying to have a normal conversation and seem completely unbothered by your reaction.
during sex nagi goes slow and deep rather than fast. he grinds. slowly. absolutely maddening. and he watches your face with those heavy-lidded eyes like he has nowhere else to be and nowhere he'd rather look, and the combination of his total unhurried attention and how full you feel is enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
he will not stop until you've cum at least twice. not out of performance, not out of ego. purely because he finds your orgasms interesting and wants to keep watching them happen.
reo mikage
reo reads as soft and romantic and perfectly gentle, and he is genuinely all of those things, but underneath all the silk and decorum there is something that has been held tightly for too long, and the moment he's in private with someone he trusts, it needs to come loose.
reo responds to being edged like nothing else. if you bring him close and pull back, close and pull back, his composure cracks layer by layer in a way that is almost uncomfortable to witness. by the third time he's crying without meaning to, hands fisted in the sheets, his whole carefully constructed version of himself just gone.
"please." reo begging. reo, who has never needed anything in his material life, saying please with his face wet and his cock flushed and his whole body shaking. it does something irreversible to you.
reo loves scent. not in a strange way, in a completely obsessive territorial way. he wants to smell like you and he wants you to smell like him. he'll pull you against his chest after sex and press his face into your hair and just breathe, and if you're wearing a piece of his clothing he will short-circuit quietly in a way he is absolutely not equipped to put into words.
the caretaking runs both ways. he wants to take care of you, feed you, run your bath, wrap you in something warm. but he also crumbles if you take care of him. if you hold his face in your hands and tell him he's done enough, something that has been held very tightly for a very long time just lets go.
yoichi isagi
isagi's whole energy is earnest and trying-hard and slightly overwhelmed by his own feelings, and that carries into the bedroom in the most endearing and then immediately not-endearing way. he will look at you like you're a puzzle he is devoted to solving, and then solve it very, very thoroughly.
as we all know he has a thigh fixation and nobody quite clocks how specific it gets in practice. he will push your thighs together around his cock before he's even inside you and grind against the pressure with his eyes rolled back, one hand splayed across your hip to keep the angle, and the sounds he makes during this are the most embarrassing thing about him. entirely involuntary. no composure whatsoever.
if you're wearing shorts or a skirt he will lose track of what he was saying mid-sentence. he will put his hand on your thigh during completely non-sexual situations and have to excuse himself from the conversation.
isagi responds to being watched, not in a performative exhibitionist way, but specifically he wants you to watch his face. he wants to know you're paying attention to what he looks like when he lets go. he doesn't understand why this matters to him so much but if you cup his face in your hands while he's fucking you and just look at him, his thrusts go sloppy and his voice goes soft and he sounds genuinely wrecked in a way he never planned for.
"is it… does it feel…" he'll ask, halfway through, needing the verbal confirmation that this is good, that you're here, that he's doing well. that you see him.
and then there's the competitive edge, which ironically isnt that surprising. if he thinks you're not fully undone yet he will take it as a personal challenge. eyes sharp, jaw set, the same expression he gets when he's losing a match and decides he's going to fix it. he will not stop. whatever you need to get there, he is committed.
an: first multi character post ts was so hard but also kinda fun idk man. uhh yeah thats all i got. PLEASE FLOOD MY INBOX </3
it’s a normal day. you’re with your boyfriend, as usual, except he’s acting a little odd. not quite meeting your gaze, dark eyes staring at your lips.
“what’s wrong?” you look up from the ice cream he had offered you a minute ago. “something on my face?”
“yeah,” he murmurs. “i’ll get it for you.”
and you expected him to maybe wipe your cheek with a napkin, or his thumb. anything but for him to lick a drop of melted mint chocolate ice cream off the corner of your lip. you blink as his cold tongue runs over you, sending a shiver down your body.
wait, cold? but he didn’t eat any-
“hey!” you squeak. “what’re you-“
the audacity of him to smirk at you as he tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. flustered, you freeze, unsure of what he’s planning.
and then his lips meet yours and you gasp. the feeling was new: sharp, metallic, and utterly devastating.
he pulls back suddenly, breaking the kiss.
“wha…how?” you stutter. he sticks out his tongue at you. oh. you see it then, the silvery ball in between his tongue. the fucker got a tongue piercing behind your back.
“you like?” your boyfriend grins wide.
instead of answering, you kiss him again.
—ITOSHI RIN, itoshi sae, michael kaiser (bllk), gojo satoru, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, ryomen sukuna (jjk), SASUKE UCHIHA, gaara (naruto), tartaglia, KAZUHA, wriothesley (genshin) + your favs!
