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bachissidehoe · 8 days

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Masterlist: Other Anime

Attack on Titan

One shots

love me - armin & eren [nsfw] [ao3 only]

Bungo Stray Dogs

One shots

empty cage - dazai & chuuya [nsfw] [ao3 only]

#anime fanfic #anime smut #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #bungou x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs smut #attack on titan smut #masterlist #anime masterlist

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bachissidehoe · 8 days

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Masterlist: Haikyuu

Short fics

adopting cat boys kuroo & kenma [nsfw]

Blurbs

kenma loves being cockwarmed [nsfw]

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma [fluff]

kenma loves getting under the desk service [nsfw]

skater boy suna [nsfw]

kenma has gaming practice[suggestive]

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #masterlist #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu nsfw #haikyuu masterlist #haikyuu imagines

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bachissidehoe · 24 days

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Kenma has gaming practice with his team every other night for four hours. That never changes, and yet, you and your clingy little attitude still can’t keep yourself from poking your head in every couple minutes. That quickly leads to you prancing over to give him little cheek kisses, which turns into you laying your head in his lap. “Couple more scrims, can you leave me alone?” Kenma groans, shooing away your little doe eyes. But you don’t listen, you’ve told him over and over that you miss him too much. He can’t keep you away for four whole hours. So you keep bothering him, sitting behind him on the bed, running your fingers through his hair, sinking your teeth into his bare shoulder. Kenma slams his controller onto his desk, seething with anger after another loss, partially due to your constant distractions. He turns to face you, his mic still hot as he grits his teeth. “I’m taking a break guys, someone here needs to be taught how to fucking behave.”

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bachissidehoe · 1 month

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Reo could never understand why you weren’t fawning over his money and gifts, what more should he have to do to show you how he feels about you? You turn down his expensive jewelry, his invites to lavish restaurants, his offers to take you on shopping sprees. Girls usually want those kinds of things, don’t they?

“No, Reo, I don’t think you do like me.” You sigh, tears welling up in your eyes. It’s all too familiar to you, things being thrown at you, with no real love behind it. The truth is, you do like Reo, you always have. But you can’t let yourself get wrapped up in the lavish lifestyle he lives, it’ll only hurt you in the end.

“But- I do! You don’t like me?” Reo stands, stunned, gripping a bouquet of gorgeous roses in your favorite color.

You choke back tears. “Of course I do.” You smile, a pained smile.

It takes a while for him to understand what you mean, to realize that it’s not his money or influence that made you fall for him. It’s his beautiful smile, his kind eyes, how sweet he is toward you.

Reo never had to understand a love language that isn’t gift giving. Now, after falling for you, he’s learned how clingy he can truly be.

He wants to touch you constantly. From the moment he sees you until the moment he leaves, his hands rest on your hips, your shoulders, your cheeks. He gives you pats to the head, presses his chest against your back, leaves quick kisses to any part of you he can reach.

If you try to leave, he’ll pull you back to him, telling you over and over how much he loves feeling your body weight on top of him. He loves being touched too, after all, especially feeling you rake your fingers through his soft hair. He loves when you reach for his hand in public, wrapping all of your fingers around just his little pinky.

Reo loves physical touch, he doesn’t care if he has money and assets, as long as you’re holding his hand.

#blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock fanfiction #blue lock x reader #reo fluff #bllk reo #blue lock reo #blue lock fluff #blue lock angst #reo x reader #Reo x reader fluff

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bachissidehoe · 1 month

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PLEASE I wrote this fanfic 😭😭

#blue lock #anime #bllk x reader #blue lock fanfiction #blue lock art #blue lock official art

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bachissidehoe · 2 months

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changed my name on here bc I realized I’m a professor and a twitch streamer and it’s probably best those three things don’t interact 😅 still Husky tho<3

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bachissidehoe · 2 months

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Reo is the type to pin you down regardless of who else is around, forcing a thumb into your mouth to quiet your moans as he plunges his cock into your tight cunt. “Y’cant just make me all horny n expect me not t’need you right fucking now.” He groans, using his free hand to pull you even closer to him, his entire body shaking from his desperate desire for you.

Reo is also the type to get even more excited when his best friend peeks into the room, a messy head of white hair prying his way into your blurred field of vision. He doesn’t even notice Nagi at first, but after seeing your nervous glances and hearing your moans stifle, he turns around, seeing the beautiful striker standing completely still, his nonchalant expression coupled with a pair of joggers that seem to be tightening more and more by the second. And Reo grins, his cock twitching inside your pretty little hole. “Ever heard of knocking, my treasure?”

Reo is also the type to show you how fun it is to have two gorgeous boys playing with your pretty body, talking sweetly to you as every part of you is expertly pleasured. “See sweetheart, doesn’t he look so pretty down there licking you? Oh, perfect angel, I bet he’ll make you cum, hm? You’ll cum for Nagi, won’t you?” He whispers into your ear, leaving light kisses on your neck as your back presses to his chest while you sit comfortably in his lap, his cock still plunged deep in your soaking pussy. Nagi kneels in front of you, flicking his tongue over your clit while Reo’s fingers lace through his snowy hair.

Reo is also the type to pull out just enough for his cum to squirt out of your tight hole, decorating Nagi’s face as well, just because he loves the sight of both of you covered in him. “She’s s’close too, Nagi, just a little more~” He guides, holding Nagi’s cheek as his cum-covered face remains attached to your pulsing clit, driving you forcefully over the edge. Nagi can’t get enough of you, licking up your sweet juices as Reo praises him breathlessly for a job well done. “So fucking pretty~ now take her however you want, you deserve it, my treasure.”

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bachissidehoe · 3 months

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How Blue Lock men eat you out~

featuring: Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Nagi, Reo, Rin

Isagi: the taste of your pussy flips a switch in him. As soon as his tongue collides with your heavenly arousal, he's completely hooked, nothing could pry his lips from your pretty body. Your thighs clench around him so hard he can't help but moan, begging you to keep holding him in place like that. He much prefers long, smooth strokes of his tongue against your heat, savoring every drop of wetness and cum that soaks his tastebuds. He loves to edge you, alternating between pulling your clit between his lips and plunging his tongue deep inside you, bringing you nearly to tears before finally letting you finish. "That wasn't so bad, hm darling? Let me go again beautiful, I'll be nicer this time~"

Bachira: he’s such a tease when it comes to tasting you, he wants you to beg and whine for it before he gives you what you really want. He’ll spend what feels like hours licking and kissing your inner thighs, just tracing his lips over your clit, his hot breath tickling your skin and making you shudder. And he’ll look up at you with a devilish smirk. “What is it sweetheart? What do you want?” As soon as you start mewling a string of pretty whimpers, he’ll give in, bringing you hurdling to the edge. And after you cum, he’ll only go harder, faster. “I thought you said you wanted this, baby~”

Chigiri: he just wants to be inside you, he needs it like he needs air. But even more than that, he loves fucking you as you cum, watching your eyes roll back as his cock slides inside your soaked hole. So he pries your legs apart and lets his tongue work on you, flicking and sucking your clit until you warn him you’re close. “Good girl, cum for me~” he drives you over the edge, plunging his thick cock inside you so he can feel your tight walls clench around him. And he’ll fuck you like a doll with all his strength and speed, holding your pretty thighs in place. And if he’s too rough, he’ll make sure he licks your pretty pussy clean afterward, this time much slower and smoother. “Sorry pretty girl, you know how excited I get, let me make you cum again to make up for it~”

Nagi: he’s truly godlike at eating you, you couldn’t dream up a better feeling than his tongue drawing circles around your clit, flicking it in just the right places, reacting to how your body tenses. Of course, he much prefers for you to sit on his face, and when you do, his moans are louder than yours. He’d let your pussy suffocate him to death and be thankful. He traces his name over and over again, making your legs shake and your body keel over, but he makes sure your pretty thighs won’t move an inch. “Gimme just a little longer, tastes so good angel~”

Reo: he’s unapologetic about how badly he wants you, practically begging for a taste the second you walk through the door. He’s mesmerized by your taste, and doesn’t let you forget it for a moment. His tongue licks stripes up your wetness, gathering your arousal on his tongue so he can savor it before going back for more. And he loves to fuck his fingers into you so he can look up and watch you as he pants with his tongue out, playing with your gummy walls as his lidded eyes watch you squirm. “Need all ‘f it bunny, cum for me, right around my fingers.” He slurs, feeling you squeeze around his thick digits as your orgasm rushes through you. And he doesn’t let a drop go to waste, sucking his fingers clean of your fluids every single time.

Rin: he tries to act like he doesn’t need it, but it’s like he’s addicted to you. Your pretty pussy can make him drunk in minutes, with his body shaking and practically begging you for more. He’ll take you in any position, but his favorite is on his knees with your thighs wrapped around him while you sit above him on the bed, looking down at his pathetic pussy drunk expression as he laps at your heat. He loves it so much he cums while making you cum, his hot breaths tickling your clit as he sucks through his teeth, his body overwhelmed with how good he’s making you feel. “Princess, fuck, s’ good yeah? S’ good f’ me~”

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bachissidehoe · 3 months

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Your best friend Bachira Meguru secretly can’t get enough of touching you. A brush of his hand against yours, a flick to the forehead, pushing your soft hair out of your eyes- anything as an excuse to put his hands on you. It started like that, with the subtlety of his touches leaving you shrugging it all off as part of his eccentric sunshine of a personality. So he continues, building it up to quick hugs and high fives, getting closer and closer to you.

He dreams to kiss you one day, to kiss your lips, your cheeks, your thighs, your tits- every part of you should be tasted by him. The more he finds excuses to touch you, the more ravenous he becomes, finding himself picturing your pretty face when you find out he strokes his cock to the thought of you covered in his deep purple marks.

Bachira Meguru truly is a sunshine of a best friend, ensuring that the perverted devil of a man he truly is remains in hiding until he’s alone and can think about you in secret. His fingers remember the feeling of your skin against his, so when he wraps them around his thick, throbbing cock, he can picture your fingers instead.

He’ll touch you again tomorrow, maybe he’ll try to hold your cheek for a moment. Maybe you’ll wear a necklace and he’ll use his fascination with it as an excuse to touch your neck. Maybe you’ll stretch and your shirt will ride up just enough for him to poke your exposed tummy as a “joke”. But for now, he can only dream of the things he would do to you as he moans out your name, sucking in through his teeth as he watches spurts of white hot cum coat his hand.

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bachissidehoe · 3 months

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Chigiri Hyoma is such a brat, and he met his match with you. He just loves to tease you, to tell you that he really doesn’t need your pretty body at all. He smirks, running his fingers through his hair as he tells you how much of a slut you are for needing him so badly. He scoffs and huffs, degrading your every move, every attempt at a kiss, every touch, every word you say. It isn’t until you’ve hovered your pretty pussy over his throbbing cock, playing with yourself enough for your arousal to drip from your soaked hole as you cum, that you finally break the bratty striker. Suddenly, he’s begging for you, his face flushed and mouth slightly parted, whining and pleading for you. And you’ll be a brat right back, reminding him of how mean he’s been, how little respect he’s given you all this time. Now you’re the one wearing the smirk, finally lowering your hole on his shaft little by little, savoring every little guttural whimper that escapes his pretty lips. He deserves this, after all, it’s you he’s been fucking with.

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bachissidehoe · 3 months

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Kodzulock: Nagi & Kenma, Pro Gamers

synopsis: a full version of my Nagi & Kenma pro gamers blurb warnings: smut, threesome (mmf), poly, fluff, oral (receiving), multiple orgasm, mutual orgasm, parasocial, contains common e-sports gaming terms

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“C’mere, come watch.” She catches the attention of her best friend, Nagi Seishiro, forcing him to tear his gaze away from the game on his console to your phone- which displays someone else playing the exact same game.

“Hmm.” Nagi groans, rolling over to look at the stream. “Yeah, it’s him. I get it.”

“No, he’s watching our clip!” Y/n practically shoves the phone in his face, as if he couldn’t see it in the first place. She squeals excitedly, watching as the popular streamer analyzes a clip y/n submitted of her and her best-friend-slash-duo-partner.

“Now here- you can see how the top laner, uh, this is seishiro- how he flashes forward to get behind the enemy, pushing those two back toward the attacker there, y/gamertag. And then-” The streamer plays the remainder of the clip, watching the y/n and Nagi tag team secure a double kill. “See? They get a double.”

Y/n squeals again, earning a groan from her uninterested best friend. Y/n started playing this game after discovering her favorite streamer, Kodzuken, who frequently streams reactions to fan-submitted clips as an educational series.

After y/n got hooked on the game, she brought Nagi down with her, forcing an addiction on both of them that frequently consists of late nights with plenty of snacks, “just one more game” over and over, and yelling curses at the randomized teammates they believe are ruining their matches.

Now that the Kodzuken has taken an interest in their clip, y/n may as well be on top of the world. She collapses backward on the couch, her legs lazily tossed over Nagi’s lap, her eyes glued to the pretty two-tone-haired streamer looking bored as usual on stream. Kodzuken and Nagi seem awfully similar, in y/n’s opinion, though it’s hard to tell exactly what Kodzuken is like in real life since she’s only ever interacted with him online.

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“NAGI!” Y/n shrieks.

“Again? Fuckin-”

“No- no no- holy shit. Check this out!” Y/n shakes her best friend awake, the morning light pouring through her apartment window. It’s not uncommon for Nagi to crash on y/n’s couch after a long night of gaming- there’s even been a few times where Nagi’s fallen asleep alongside y/n in her bed. It’s normal for them at this point, why would Nagi go home if it’s the weekend and they can play as much as they want?

“Noooooo~” Nagi groans. “I’m tired. Sleepy.” He rasps, his groggy voice nearly unintelligible. Y/n wouldn’t be able to understand those tired noises if she weren’t so used to it.

“You have to look at this- or- fine I’ll read it to you.” She declares, plopping down on top of him as he lays on his back on the couch, his feet dangling over the edge since he’s too tall to fit his entire body lengthwise. He grunts, trying to catch his breath from y/n’s sudden weight being forced upon him.

“From: Kodzuken. On Twitter.” Y/n pauses to flash Nagi an ear-to-ear grin, expecting him to be just as excited as she is. Though Nagi does enjoy watching Kodzuken’s content, he’s not one to “fangirl” over a streamer. Nagi doesn’t even have social media, so y/n has to keep him up to date on all of the community events, drama, and literally anything Kodzuken posts.

“Mhm.” Nagi sighs, sweeping his snowy white hair out of his eyes. He considers lifting y/n off him so he can sit up, but that would require him to grab her hips and physically exert himself. First of all, he’s not too sure how y/n would feel about him grabbing her there. Second of all, that sounds like a hassle to figure out. So he lets her sit comfortably on top of his stomach, nearly depleting him of his ability to breathe. It’s fine though, breathing can get kind of annoying anyway.

“He DM’ed me. He said: “Hi y/gamertag. I’ve been watching your clips recently and you and your duo’s gameplay is really good. I know this is super random, but the qualifiers start next week and my top laner and attacker have both dropped. Figured I’d ask, but are you and your duo lft by any chance? I don’t expect to win or anything since we don’t have a ton of time to practice together, but I’d still like to play.” Nagi. Can you fucking believe that?” Y/n finishes reading the message.

“Did you reply?” Nagi asks, his tone maintaining its usual disinterested flair. But he seems excited, y/n knows him well enough to hear the ever-so-slight tinge of excitement.

“No, wanted to talk to you first.”

“Really? Figured you’d just override me if I said no regardless.”

“I would.”

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

“So do you want to?” Y/n looks at him, hopeful. From up there, she looks so sweet, anyone would think so. But Nagi knows better than that. The only reason Nagi and y/n even became friends is because of y/n’s insistence on getting what she wants. And Nagi’s just too lazy to fight her on it.

“What if I don’t?” Nagi challenges.

“You do.”

“Okay then.” He gives in, not that he was ever planning on challenging her.

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Y/n found herself mentally unprepared for a direct conversation with Kodzuken, regardless of how much she thought she prepared. Now, she sits in front of her computer an entire hour before the first practice scrimmage with Kodzuken’s team, KodzuLock, staring at the Discord group chat, waiting for the call to begin.

Ring. Ring Ring.

She jumps, panic-clicking her way back to reality, only to realize it’s just Nagi calling her.

“Hey.” She answers.

“How long have you been waiting.” He reprimands her before she can even answer, using a stern tone that only surfaces once in a while. Usually, it’s y/n keeping her lazy best friend in check, but occasionally, Nagi has to put in a teensy bit of effort to reign in y/n’s fangirl tendencies. It’s the least he can do.

“About an hour. Can’t be late.” She replies, her voice blank and unexpressive. She reminds Nagi of himself.

“Yeah, figured as much.”

“Are you not nervous?” She asks.

“Nope.”

“How? What if he hates us? Flames us on Twitter? Publicly tells the world they should hate me?” She jitters, her eyes bloodshot from staring blankly at her fully-brightened screen.

“He won’t. I don’t know the guy, but I doubt he’s a dick.” Nagi reassures. He’s not super good at it though.

The best thing Nagi can do is sit on a call with y/n and keep her company, as if they don’t spend enough time together already. He’s not the best at reassurance or empathy, but he knows enough to understand that being logical with y/n won’t exactly help her. She’s a confusing being, a past Nagi would’ve found their friendship to be a hassle, but there’s something about her that forces Nagi to stay in her life, an instinct to keep her safe. There’s also the fact that Nagi often thinks about her smile to motivate him to wake up or eat or shower or any of those other effort-requiring tasks. It’s really quite cute.

“Hey guys. Thanks for coming out.” Kodzuken starts the call with his teammates. “Tournament is in a few days so you’re pretty much in already, but I still wanted to practice and see how we vibe.”

Y/n can practically feel herself breathing heavily. His voice is right there in her ear, directly talking to her.

“Yeah, no problem.” Nagi answers for her.

“So, you guys can just call me Kenma, I’m the jungler but I can flex to top if needed.” He explains. He sounds equally as disinterested as Nagi usually does. If not for y/n being used to that monotone voice, she’d be terrified that he already hates her. Luckily, with enough exposure therapy, she doesn’t think much of it.

“I’m Cyancat, Hiori Yo, you can just call me Hiori. I play support.” Hiori introduces himself, another semi-popular streamer and pro-player in the scene. He’s also a streamer y/n tends to interact with, known as one of the best support players in the country. He never streams with a camera, so when y/n first saw his face at last year’s regional finals, she was shocked at how pretty he is.

“And I’m Akuni, Kunimi Akira. Call me whatever. I’m the tank.” Kunimi makes the final introduction. He doesn’t stream, but he’s known within the community for being a long-time duo partner of Kenma’s- well before he got into streaming. Kunimi and Kenma are kind of like Nagi and y/n in that regard.

“I’m Nagi Seishiro. Thanks for having me.” Nagi introduces himself next, queuing y/n for her introduction.

She gulps. “I’m l/n y/n, I- I’m a huge fan- thanks for having us!” She says, maybe just a bit too excited.

Nagi sighs.

“So play whatever you’re good at, when it comes to drafting we’re pretty flexible. Hiori and Kuni can really flex to you.” Kenma explains.

It doesn’t take long for y/n to get comfortable talking to the three of them, and after a few practice games, she finds herself starting to play really well. Kuni and Kenma really are similar to Nagi, and Hiori’s just a sweetheart. After only a few games together, he’s pretty confident they can make it back to regional finals despite all odds being stacked against them. He’s truly an optimistic pretty boy.

“You guys are insane!” Hiori chuckles. “I can play anything into Nagi’s top lane and we win it every time!”

“Don’t get too excited, we’re up against Rolling Thunder in the first round.” Kenma sighs.

“Oh, damn. Bracket’s already out?” Kunimi chimes in.

“I know that team, they’re brand new this year right?” Y/n asks.

“Yeah they just formed this off-season. They’ve taken almost every tournament so far. Not to make you guys nervous or anything. We’re not necessarily trying super hard to win, though we’d like to.” Hiori explains.

“Yeah, I know one of their guys, he went to my same high school but a couple years older.” Y/n reflects, recalling hearing about him doing really well in the off-season. He wouldn’t know her, but she saw from a yearbook photo he posted that they attended the same school. He must live around this area.

“Oh, Isagi? Yeah he lives close to me. We’ve played together a few times.” Kenma replies.

“Wait, seriously? So you live near me?” Y/n nearly shrieks.

“I guess so, yeah. I went to Nekoma high school, if you know where that is.” He answers.

“No way, I almost went there!”

From what y/n knows about Kenma, he’s about one year older than her, so if she did go to Nekoma high school, she would have been only a year behind him. She’s lived close to Kodzuken all this time without even realizing it.

This revelation, and the fact that Hiori and Kunimi live nowhere near them, brought about a third member joining the y/n and Nagi frequent gaming sessions. After finding out that the Kodzuken lives only a short bus ride away, he started joining them for practices on days he wasn’t streaming. According to him, it’s much easier just to sit in the same room rather than have to set up all his consoles and programs. He and Nagi truly are similar.

It becomes a routine for the three of them, until the famous Kodzuken seems like just a normal guy to y/n and Nagi. She wonders why she put him on such a high pedestal in the first place. He’s a good gamer, sure, but he’s really just a guy who likes to take the easy way out. He likes falling asleep on top of Nagi on her couch, he prefers handheld gaming so he can lay down at the same time, and y/n has to remind him constantly to eat something. With Nagi, it’s hard to tell that he doesn’t eat much considering he’s so large, but Kenma’s much smaller and frailer. He’s like a little pet cat.

Nagi doesn’t mind it either, since Kenma isn’t a nuisance at all. They sit calmly next to each other for hours without saying a word. It’s only y/n who gets antsy about not speaking for long periods of time.

And after they swept Rolling Thunder in the qualifiers, Kodzulock became one of the favored teams to win regionals and travel to the World Championships in person.

“Y/n, come carry me~” Nagi whines, finally ending the team call at nearly 3am. “So sleepy.”

“Get your large ass up yourself.” Y/n can barely even make it through a word, the practices have been getting so intense that she practically exists on her console.

“Can’t, look at him.” Nagi groans, gesturing to the already sleeping Kenma nestled comfortably on Nagi’s thigh.

He does look so peaceful.

That’s another thing y/n has learned about Kodzuken. He’s completely unapologetic about simply falling asleep wherever he’s positioned. As soon as the console is off, he collapses, and today it happened to be right on top of Nagi. Y/n understands though, Nagi is quite comfortable.

“He’s so cute.” Y/n’s voice creaks from the tiredness, but she still can’t help but stare at his calm sleeping face.

“Just come sleep here too.” Nagi suggests, much too tired to convince Kenma to move. Plus, he kind of wants y/n to stay out here in the living room rather than go back to her own bedroom. “Couch becomes a futon anyway.”

“Yeah.” She yawns, pulling the lever under the couch to lower the back into a small bed. A bed that’s way too small for the three of them to fit on together, but she climbs in anyway, squishing herself against Nagi’s broad chest while Kenma lays peacefully at his feet. He’s really exactly like a cat.

She can’t help cuddling up to them, reaching down to run her fingers through Kenma’s soft hair, sliding her thigh onto Nagi’s stomach. Nothing like learning to play as a team by sleeping together too, right? Or at least, that’s how y/n’s decided to justify it to herself.

The long gaming sessions become longer, and the post-practice cuddling sessions become part of the routine. The three of them never mention it either, it’s just known that it’s part of their dynamic. Kenma loves when y/n strokes his hair and the side of his face, Nagi loves having y/n nestled into his shoulder as he drifts off to sleep. And y/n feels safe with them- her teammates, her best friends.

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It’s unsurprising to Hiori and Kunimi that after Kodzulock does, in fact, secure a spot in the World Championships and are offered two hotel rooms, y/n, Kenma, and Nagi decide to take one together.

“Guys! I’m gonna to the pop up shop!” Y/n squeals, wide-eyed as she scans the vast convention center. The World Championships are huge, encompassing multiple tournaments for multiple games, so there are tons of people and tons to do. Since Kodzulock doesn’t play until tomorrow, y/n convinced her four introverted friends not to waste the day away and actually explore the place.

“Uh-” Kenma starts to answer her, but the excited y/n is already off, practically skipping to the shop.

There are plenty of options for merchandise, gaming supplies, and streaming technology. There’s so much going on that y/n feels like she could get lost here for hours.

“Are you y/gamertag?” An unfamiliar voice calls to her.

She turns around, coming face to face with a couple guys she doesn’t recognize. They’re wearing team jerseys, so they must be here for the same reason she is.

“Um, yeah! Hey-”

“Ah, Kodzuken’s new little toy.” One of the team members says.

“Uh…do I know you?” Y/n chuckles nervously. They must dislike Kenma or something, but y/n has never heard of them. Since they’re from a different region, they wouldn’t have played against each other before.

“He had no other option but to get a girl on his team huh, you’re pretty cute though.” Another of the team members says.

“You can do better than that loser, he’s only on the top team because he’s carried by a girl.”

“I’m- I’m sorry I’m still not sure who you are-” Y/n’s voice shakes. She’s been told plenty of times that women in the gaming community are a rarity and tend to face harassment, but she didn’t think it would happen to her.

“If you wanna hang with us, we’d be happy to-”

“Imagine being carried by a girl and then still acting like you’re good at the game.”

Y/n can’t help but feel a lump form in her throat. She shouldn’t be letting the trash talk get to her, but she’s not even being given the space to defend herself or fight back.

“Oh guys guys, look at her, she might cry.” Another of the guys chimes in, an evil smirk present on his face.

She sniffles.

“You guys are totally right.” A familiar voice appears behind her. “I’m here because I’m carried by a girl. A girl who’s gonna kick your ass tomorrow too.”

“Kenma-” Y/n turns around, holding back the tears that threaten to start spilling.

“That’s gonna be pretty embarrassing for you.” Nagi’s here too. He places a protective hand on y/n’s shoulder, stepping between her and the other team.

“Ah, it’s Kodzuken himself-” The first team member greets.

“It’s also pretty embarrassing that you had to go after a woman on her own rather than say what you want to say to me.” Kenma crosses his arms over his chest. Y/n can tell he’s nervous. He’s definitely the type to avoid conflict at all costs.

She still feels like she’s about to cry, but now it’s out of gratitude for her two socially awkward friends being willing to step out of their comfort zones to come to her rescue. She can hardly accept that she deserves it.

“Come on.” Nagi places his other hand on Kenma’s shoulder, leading both of them away from the conflict before any further harm can be done. Nagi and Kenma are so similar, Nagi’s definitely aware that having further conflict with these guys would make all three of them really anxious.

“Thanks guys, I don’t even know who those guys are-” Y/n chokes, following Nagi and Kenma back to the other two members of their team.

“I flamed them on stream a while ago when I was randomly matched against them. They never forgave me for it.” Kenma admits.

“That’s really all you did?” Nagi asks. “They seem overly sensitive.”

“I was being solo targeted all game, they pissed me off.” Kenma balls his fists. “Fucking pussies go after y/n instead.”

It’s honestly adorable when he gets angry. He’s so mild mannered, showing any sort of emotion is a rare sight. And to be upset for y/n makes her want to cry even more.

“Just stay with us now, okay? Gamers are so weird.” Nagi sighs, pulling y/n into a side hug. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Caught me off guard.”

“You’ll give ‘em hell tomorrow. For sure.” Kenma smiles shyly.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

“We wanna practice longer. Just a few more games.” Nagi says, pressing the buttons aggressively as he and Kenma queue into another daunting match.

“It’s getting pretty late. I’m so tired.” Y/n rubs her eyes, already ready for bed in a t-shirt and pair of shorts.

“Lay here.” Kenma pats the hotel room bed between him and Nagi. “Get your beauty sleep.”

So she does, drifting off to the sounds of button pressing and whispered curses from the two gamer boys. Tomorrow’s a big day, after all, she should make sure she’s rested up and prepared to beat the shit out of that team from earlier.

“She asleep?” Kenma asks, groggily watching Nagi pet your head.

“Yeah, pretty sure.” Nagi yawns, finally ready to hop off for the night.

“You like her?” Kenma asks outright, a very forward question for someone who always acts so unbothered. But at this late hour, any question is fair game for the tired team captain.

“You do too, though.” Nagi admits, but immediately redirects the question back to Kenma.

“You’ve known her much longer.”

It’s like they’re arguing against themselves. They’re so stubborn about it too.

“She’s been a fan of you forever.”

“But I’m sure she’s liked you for-”

“She’s been in love with you since before you even met.” Nagi sighs, his hand still resting y/n’s head.

“She sure acts like she likes you, though.” Kenma pouts.

A pause. Silence fills the hotel room.

“Do you like me?” Nagi asks. “Just wondering.”

“I-” Kenma starts to protest. “Maybe I do. So what?”

“So if I asked to kiss you, you’d let me?” Nagi continues. He doesn’t even realize he’s being a tease, yet somehow he does it all the time. Both Nagi and y/n always notice it.

Kenma flushes. “Probably.”

“Cool.” Nagi says.

“So you just leave it there, then?” Kenma becomes even more embarrassed, a shade of red deeper than he thought was possible.

“Well I mean I like you too, so. Why can’t we just all share?” Nagi explains further, sinking deeper into the king sized bed, disappearing under the covers.

“I like that idea.” A groggy third voice joins the conversation.

“Y/n? You’re up?” Kenma asks nervously, watching y/n’s tired face turn to look at him in the dim light.

Nagi only chuckles. Even though Nagi and Kenma are similar, Kenma is much more receptive to embarrassment. Nagi, on the other hand, tends to shrug off moments that would make y/n want to never leave the comfort of her bedroom again.

“Mhm.” She rolls over, nestling into Nagi’s shoulder. “Wanna kiss both of you and stuff.” She mumbles.

“Right now?” Nagi asks.

“Sure.” She giggles, leaning up to swiftly meet his lips.

Even Nagi, who is hardly surprised by anything, finds himself reddening as he feels her lips on his. She’s soft and sweet, her tired kiss making his body react almost instantly.

“I- I-” Nagi tries to find words, but can’t quite get there. Not when she’s looking at him through lidded eyes, a dusty pink spreading across her cute nose.

“Motivation for tomorrow, hm?” She says in a cute voice, turning her attention to Kenma. “You too?” She asks.

Kenma simply nods, crawling over to her, resting his body next to hers.

So she kisses him too, but unlike Nagi, Kenma is prepared for it. He doesn’t let the moment pass without showing her how badly he wants it, forcing his soft lips against hers just a little harder, his tongue dancing against her closed mouth.

“You seem more excited about it, hm.” Y/n whispers against his lips.

“Can’t help it.” Kenma replies, also in a whisper.

“Are you horny?” Y/n asks, the tiredness making it much easier to ask questions she’d never ask if she were fully awake.

“A little.” Kenma admits.

Y/n finds her hands reaching down his body, grazing his inner thigh. Kenma sucks in through his teeth as she finds his hardening cock, Nagi patiently observing as he maintains his hold around her waist.

“Yeah, I guess you are.” She sighs. “I’m so tired.”

“Yeah! We don’t have to do-” Kenma deflects, making sure she knows that he’d never force anything on her. He cares about her, after all.

“Why don’t you guys just do anything you want with me, hm? Nagi’s horny too, I can feel it.” She giggles.

“That doesn’t have to happen, you’re too tired-” Kenma argues, even though he wants to do exactly what she suggested, perhaps more than anything on earth.

“How much of this have you imagined, y/n?” Nagi’s hot breath dances against her ear as he nips it lightly with his teeth.

“I think about it every night.”

“See Kenma? She’s practically desperate.” Nagi kisses down her neck, lazily running his tongue up and down her soft skin.

She shudders.

Kenma gulps. “I really wanna taste her…” He admits, his hands traveling under the covers to reach for her exposed thighs.

“You should.” Y/n whines.

The amount she’s imagined this moment could fill novels. These two, her teammates, her best friend and a famous streamer- doing whatever they want with her. It’s been hard for her to admit it to herself, those nights she squeezes her legs together while she lays next to them, thinking about what would happen if they could only feel how wet she is for them- just from laying next to them.

“Ah~” She gasps, feeling Nagi’s hard tip pressing against her aching hole, with Kenma sliding her shorts and panties down her beautiful, soft thighs.

He’s big, she can feel it. She’s always known that though, there have been plenty of times she’s tried not to notice when he gets hard with her on his lap. She’s simply had to pretend like he didn’t have that same effect on her too. If only she admitted it earlier, that she wants him just as badly.

Within seconds, Nagi’s thick shaft plunges between her walls, soaking up the wetness as she squelches around him. “There ya go~” Nagi groans, lightly rocking his hips to stimulate her. “You feel so damn good.” He says, burying his face in her neck, pushing her hair out of the way so he can kiss her sloppily, his mouth practically attached to her perfect, soft skin.

Y/n isn’t facing Nagi anymore, since he’s holding her back against his chest, so the only thing she can do is reach for Kenma’s hair as he licks a trail down her exposed stomach.

“You want me to eat you, yeah?” Kenma asks, his darkened golden eyes peering up at her. Y/n knows herself- even if this were the first time she met Kodzuken, she’d be stupid to refuse him. He’s so perfect, a parasocial relationship that she’s turned into a real one, him begging to taste her is a dream.

“Mhm.” She whimpers. Her begging forces a smirk for Kenma, who feels a dominant side coming out that he didn’t realize he had. The desire to protect this perfect girl, the need for her to love him, overrides his nonchalant nature.

His lips make contact with her pretty clit, the wetness from Nagi’s light thrusts escaping onto his chin as he begins to flick at her sensitive bud. Her tired eyes snap shut, overflowing with swirls of color as she feels the stimulation from both of them. Nagi hardly needs to move, his thick cock is enough to fill her entirely, reaching the depths of her insides with even the slightest thrusts. Kenma’s tongue pleases her in a way she didn’t know was possible, his light flicks alternating with pulling her bundle between his pretty lips. It doesn’t take her long to be forced to the edge, cumming onto Nagi’s cock without time to warn them.

“Ah~ fuck~” She moans out.

“Hmm~” Nagi thrusts a bit harder, feeling her squeezing tighter around him. “Did pretty girl just cum? So quick like that?” He teases.

“Mhm-” She answers, feeling the sensitivity overwhelm her as Kenma finally releases her clit from between his lips.

“She tastes so fucking good- Nagi I gotta eat it more~” Kenma whines, desperate for more.

“Fine.” Nagi sighs, sliding himself out of her tight hole.

“Fuck, yeah.” Kenma expresses his gratitude, diving back into her, fully enveloping his entire face into her pretty pussy. He plunges his tongue inside, shoveling her cum into his mouth like he needs it to survive.

“Kenma~” She whines, her grip tightening on the strands of his two-toned hair. “S’ too much~”

She feels her eyes water, her vision blurry as the overstimulation hits her.

Nagi doesn’t let up either, humping his soaked cock against her backside, his tongue tracing up and down her neck.

“Wanna keep doing this, Nagi will y’ fuck me?” Kenma asks, his lidded eyes looking past y/n to meet Nagi’s gaze.

“Hm, fine.” Nagi agrees. “But you need lube for guys, right?”

“Mhm-” Kenma reaches off the bed into his suitcase, grabbing a small bottle and tossing it to Nagi. “Figured I’d bring, just in case-”

Y/n would applaud his preparation and foresight, but she can hardly form thoughts besides the desperate need to continue being touched.

Nagi repositions, lathering his cock with lube as he kneels behind Kenma, lubing up his tight hole as well. “You’re makin’ me do a lot of work- such a hassle-” He mumbles, pushing his tip inside.

Kenma moans into y/n’s pussy, sucking and licking every part of her he can reach. He can’t possibly waste any of the time he could be spending with his plunged deep inside her, every single taste bud overwhelmed with her sweetness.

“You’re tight, streamer boy.” Nagi grits his teeth, thrusting deep inside him. “Won’t last long in here.”

“Hmm~” Y/n hums, warning Kenma that she’s getting close once again.

Kenma pops his head up. “Where can I~” He gasps. “Fuck Nagi-”

“Inside.” Y/n requests, looking deep into those pretty catlike eyes.

Kenma quickly readjusts, forcing his own pretty cock inside y/n while Nagi continues thrusting into his tight hole.

Kenma cums first, releasing his load deep inside y/n’s begging walls, painting her insides white enough for some to squirt out of her hole. “Ah~ fuck~ it’s s’ good-” He chokes, his words caught in the back of his throat.

Y/n cums for the second time, squirting around Kenma’s cock, her cum mixing with his as the wetness covers her inner thighs.

“My- turn-” Nagi grunts, quickly pulling out of Kenma. “Hm, wanna cum on her-” He groans, forcing Kenma in a heap next to y/n as he holds his cock over both of their tired bodies. And he releases, thick white ropes coating y/n’s tits and stomach, with Kenma watching eagerly next to her.

Within seconds, the three of them lie next to each other, breathing heavily as they all come down from their highs. Kenma reaches for a towel, wiping y/n clean as she mumbles whiny thank yous and cuddles into Nagi’s chest.

“Plenty prepared for tomorrow, I think.” Kenma jokes.

“Mhm.” Nagi holds them close, the three of them drifting off together.

And they did win that match the following day. In fact, they won every single match at the World Championships, securing the ultimate title for Kodzulock.

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there's two things chuuya's always been a sucker for: cute pups and pretty women. one stormy night, he stumbles upon you... and has to face both at once.

word count. 3.9k

contents. mild mentions of past abuse/trauma, swearing, reader has puppy ears & a tail, chuuya calls reader "mutt" once. minors & ageless blogs do not interact.

notes. yippieee part one is up! this one is pretty soft considering it only touches on the night you and chuuya first crossed paths <3 buckle in cause we're in for a ride with the next two installments hehe!

୨ৎ part one of TO HAVE & TO HOLD series.

Chuuya rarely finds himself at a loss for words, but right now, he can’t get anything out.

Azure eyes lock with a pair of wide, panicked orbs of bloodshot white and blown black pupils, tearful and so, so pitiful it makes him ache. He’s too empathetic, sometimes — funny considering his field of work. But that’s why he’s stuck in this beat-up alley, coat dripping with rain and mud starting to pool around his usually polished boots.

You shiver and curl in on yourself, a matted, chocolate-brown tail wrapping around your knees. Chuuya recognizes the look of fright and knows you’re trying to shield yourself, safe and sound and away from harm – from him. He’s noticed that you’re already soaked wet, barely wearing anything to provide a sliver of warmth, too, only solidifying his assumptions.

“Oi, mutt,” He mutters. It’s a bad choice of words, but he lacks anything else, and his voice comes out a bit too startled for his liking, anyway “What’re you doing here?”

You frown and cower away, ears laid and stuck to your head in a show of fear. Chuuya wonders if you can even speak or if it’s just the anxiety’s doing.

He’s not all that on board with hybrids – 'cause that’s what you are, right? – have only seen some on the occasion of the Port Mafia stealing a bunch of them away from a lowly organization, not sparing them more than a fleeting glance when making his way down one of their hideaways. (What the hell did Mori end up doing with all these… things, anyway? The thought makes his stomach churn as he quickly shakes the ill ideas away.)

He’s not an idiot, though, and easily realizes you’re scared to death, stiff and trembling against the brick wall.

You remind him more of a stray dog – dirty and wild-eyed – as he half-mindedly shrugs off his coat and crouches down to eye level with you. Only then does the close proximity allow him to take in the soft features of your face – long lashes fluttering, lips bitten raw and plump. Your hair, though unclean and soaked through with rain, sticks to your cheeks and falls to your exposed, prominent collarbones.

So, you’re a dog. But also a girl. A pretty one, at that—in fact, Chuuya has to clear his throat to keep up a blank façade.

Your expression doesn’t falter as you almost carefully glance toward the black leather garment in the stranger’s outstretched hand, one of your ears jerking in intrigue.

“Aren’t you cold?” Of course she is. Chuuya almost bites his tongue, but keeps his gaze on you, firm and unrelenting. “Here. C’mon, before ya get sick or whatever.”

He nudges the coat in your direction. Startled, you push into the wall behind you, but eventually reach out a shaking hand, snatching the clothing up and holding it close to your chest.

Second thoughts begin to overflow Chuuya’s mind, a headache fast approaching. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he glances at the ground, ignoring the quiet noise of you sniffing the coat. Just what on earth is he doing? Wasn’t he supposed to be patrolling around like usual, watching out for a good fight or someone suspicious?

He’s not cut out to be taking care of things, or people, at that. He’s not heartless, but it’s not the mafia’s job to be looking out for those in need.

The sound of gentle shuffling pulls the man out of his thoughts. Looking up from under his hat, Chuuya watches as you hesitantly and slowly pull the coat on, tightening it around your shivering, thin frame. He doesn’t even blink at the sight of the hem dipping into the dirty rainwater puddle that’s coming dangerously close, though it does make him want to wince.

“I’ll ask again,” He clears his throat, still crouched down in front of you. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have a place to go, anything like that?”

From where you’re sitting, the alleyway barely lit up by a spare lamp post on the main street, the man in front of you looks almost menacing but equally breathtaking. He’s handsome, features sharp but bordering on androgynous. His eyes resemble a clear sky – but they’re so dull, for whatever reason. It makes uncertainty lick at the base of your spine.

You can scent blood on him.

He smells like a mix of warm coal, cedar wood, sea salt… and something sweet. You know it all too well, a sickly wet scent that makes you retch. You breathe to calm yourself down. A reassuring thought comes to the surface: if he wanted to hurt you, he already would.

“No,” you mutter under your breath. Your voice is hoarse and your throat scratches. How long has it been since you had anything to drink? “Not really,”

So you can speak. That’s progress. Chuuya hums to himself but he has no idea what to do next, despite looking deep in thought. His mind is racing miles per hour… and so is his heart, weirdly enough. Now that’s new. He’s always been a sucker for all kinds of pups – big or small, obedient or unruly, doesn’t matter. It never occurred to him that it translates to a weird sense of endearment with creatures like you, though.

Pretty-faced but rough on the edges, the fluff of your tail absentmindedly swiping up and down your leather-clad arm, you make Chuuya Nakahara’s heart skip a beat or two.

So, you have nowhere to go. He could’ve figured – why else would you be stuck there, soaking wet and waiting for God knows what to happen? Does he pick you up and take you home? Does he call a shelter– can they even take you in, anyway? Fuck.

He’s not cut out to be an owner – had it been any different, he would already be coming home to a playful Jack Russel Terrier, teaching him tricks and showing them off to the rest of the mafia… But his schedule is packed full, and he’s staying up late at the office far more often than he’d like to admit.

For the very same reasons, and then some more, he’s also not boyfriend material, either. It’s dangerous – living with him. Anything that comes close could end up catching a stray bullet. Or, what’s worse, could become the sole target.

Heat rises to Chuuya’s face and bites at the apples of his cheeks when he catches the thought. Where did he even get the idea of a relationship from? Chuuya doesn’t know his way around hybrids and frankly, it now hits him straight in the face. Never would he have thought he’d need that knowledge, but now the lack of thereof feels bitter.

He’s not a greedy man, he thinks, but choosing between taking care of you and… taking care of you, and your… other needs…

An opportunity has appeared and stretched its’ fingers towards him. Selfishly and subconsciously, Chuuya wishes to grab the entire arm instead, no matter how forward that is. He hasn’t even asked you yet, but he already knows.

One thing is certain, and he feels it down to his core: he cannot leave you out here. It’s a realization that strikes him fast and hard, electric like the lightning tearing through the night skies over Yokohama, followed by a roar of thunder.

Chuuya makes a decision. Something screams at him that this will change everything, but he does not relent.

The man in front of you looks up. You don’t notice how he swallows heavily and fiddles with his gloves, contemplating something unattainable for you yet, as you’re too busy trying to make out his true intentions. Is he going to hurt you? No, you’ve already figured that out. Is he going to… kick you out, force you to go somewhere else? If he’s with a gang, or, God forbid, the Port Mafia, and the area is under their wing…

You shudder, pulling the coat tighter around yourself, your toes curling.

Finally, he speaks. You watch the tips of his long, auburn hair grow damp where it reaches past the shadow of his hat. He faintly smells of freshly extinguished fire, his hair an equally bright, beautiful shade, and his voice sounds rough but, somehow, as warm as the flickering flames–

“Say, what’s your name?” Chuuya asks. This time, his tone is gentle, and so are his eyes as he searches for your gaze “I’m Chuuya. And, uh, if you let me… I can help you”

He trails off. There’s not much else he wishes to say, so he settles on watching your reaction instead. Your ears jerk and simultaneously, your eyes widen. There’s a flicker he knows all too well. It’s hopeful but unsure, goes hand in hand with how you reluctantly release his coat's bunched-up leather from your grip. If it wasn’t for the rumbling thunderstorm outside (and his hammering heartbeat) he could probably hear the cogs stirring in your head.

Your bottom lip trembles. For a second, Chuuya swears he’d just fucked up and you’re going to take off running, scared for your life, or break out in tears and sobs, wet yourself with fright at the wrong idea you’ve formed in your little puppy head. Truth be told, it’s the outcome he’s more familiar with, anyway. As the mafia’s executive, he usually wakes the uglier emotions in others – some get hit by cold sweat, some start glancing around, fear creeping up their back at the thought of being found by the criminal.

Chuuya’s head perks up at the sound of your quiet muttering. You say your name on one breath, a shaky one, at that, but it settles in his mind instantly: as if there was a blank space already waiting for the perfect puzzle piece to fit in its place.

Tucking your chin to your chest with a quiet sniffle, you blink once, gaze caught on the beat-up, tatty leather of your boots. You’re hesitant to look up at the stranger in front of you, but it’s mainly because you’re entirely not used to such treatment- careful and kind - and, well, especially not coming from such good-looking individuals, too.

“Thank you, sir,” you speak, voice leveled. Your heart thrums in your chest so hard, your ribcage starts feeling tight “I will be of use, I promise.”

The surge of unforeseen joy and hope is quickly stomped to the curb when silence fills the small distance between you and Chuuya. You find it in yourself to look up and your poor, unsettled heart plummets when the redhead frowns – almost scowls at you, as if in disgust, but mostly in shock. Oh, no-

“Huh? Become of– what the fuck does that even mean?” he speaks, sounding nearly annoyed, patience running thin. What’s worse, his head starts to overload with different scenarios you must’ve endured to even get such an idea.

As if sensing your discomfort, he sighs heavily, rubbing a hand over his face in a show of exhaustion. This is definitely giving him a headache, no doubt about it “Whatever. I don’t wanna hear any more of that, anyway. I’m taking you in because I can’t let you stay here and starve to death, or worse.”

Your expression softens. You haven’t taken notice of how hard your fists have tightened until you relax and a sharp sting digs in your palm, crescent moons of bright red prickling on the skin. Oh. So–

“Listen, I don’t know how… any of that works. I’ll figure that out later. But I sure as hell ain’t leavin’ a pretty girl like yourself on the streets– are we clear?”

Chuuya ducks his head a little lower, staring straight into your eyes from under the rim of his hat. The chain attached twinkles under the dim lights seeping into the alleyway and so does the metal lighter he pulls out from his vest’s pocket, along with a cigarette case.

The emotions rising inside your chest are entirely unfamiliar. You’ve been through a lot – you’ve experienced family, love, heartbreak, abuse, utter loneliness. You know the taste of thirst and hunger far too well for someone your age. For months now you’ve been bouncing back and forth between flickering hope and relentless depression. What is it about this man—Chuuya, as you’ve learnt—that makes this time feel entirely different?

You watch, astounded, as he pulls a cigarette out of its casing and lights it up. You’re stuck in your spot as he takes a long drag, putting the items back in his pocket, then nodding his head towards you.

“My phone,” He murmurs, holding the cigarette between his teeth while his hands are busy. “In the right pocket. Need to make a call.”

You shake away your stupor and hurriedly reach into the said pocket, bony fingers wrapping around the device. Carefully, you hand it over to Chuuya and watch as he unlocks it, then after some tapping, lifts it to his ear.

Your gaze falls to your lap again, cheeks growing hot under his gaze. You’re uncertain about the plan he presented to you, yet you’re sure it was not a question, but a firm statement. He’s already made the choice for you, it seems. Even if that wasn’t the case, you’re not one to look a gifted horse in its mouth.

So, you stay silent.

You try your best not to wince when Chuuya exhales, the smoke far too sharp on your sensitive puppy nose. He seems bothered about something, deep in thought as he waits for the person on the other line to pick up—you don’t hold it against him when he does not even try to blow out the other way.

Eventually, the mysterious person picks up. The redhead sighs in relief, eyes a little unfocused as he watches you fiddle with your fingers and the hem of the coat, “Ah, onee-san,” He says, sucking in a sharp breath. “Are you busy?”

A woman’s voice comes from the speaker, muted by Chuuya’s cheek. You don’t mean to eavesdrop – in fact, no matter how hard you tried, you’d still hear it all, clear as day.

“Well hello, Chuuya. I didn’t expect you to call.” The woman replies, then gives a thoughtful hum. “I suppose not. No, not really. Why?” A pause. “Is there something I can do for you?”

You hear Chuuya’s heartrate pick up. You see him swallow before he breathes out a laugh, shaking his head, “Yeah… Yeah, actually. There’s… someone I need you to pick up from The Cellar.”

Silence. It rings between your ears and feeds the growing seed of fright that takes root in the pit of your stomach—the cellar? The woman’s response- or lack thereof, at first – makes your fingers twitch and eyes widen, struck by panic that slowly but surely begins to rise.

“Oh, Chuuya,” She sighs, almost defeated. “Just because I am indebted to you… I might. What is it about you leaving bodies behind lately?”

What the fuck? Your breath gets knocked away, dread blanketing you and weighing you down in place. For a second, you feel like all oxygen has been sucked away from the atmosphere. The harsh nicotine smell raises bile to your throat—or is it the mention of the bodies?

What the fuck, Chuuya thinks, panicked. His eyes hurriedly snap up to yours and he’s not at all surprised to see you staring back at him, wide-eyed and frozen in shock. Your pupils are so blown, your irises appear pitch black—and there’s a rivulet of sweat falling down your temple. He hushes you, shaking his head, shuffling closer to rest one of his hands on your bare knee in an attempt of comfort.

It’s scrubbed raw beneath his glove-clad palm. He feels it even through the thin leather – the thick, dried scabs and a fresh layer of raw meat from more recent injuries. You yelp, attempting to shuffle away, but there’s only so much you can move with the brick wall behind you.

“Kouyou-san,” Chuuya seethes between his teeth, quickly dropping the cigarette on the ground. It hisses upon coming in contact with the puddle of water, extinguished, “It’s not like that. I’ll tell you all about it later when I’m off, but—fuck, please? I need your help.”

You’re breathing quickly, curled up against the wall, praying to some higher entity to let you become one with the brick. He’s going to kill you. He’s going to take you somewhere—use you, like everyone else tried before—but someone’s going to be there. Waiting to help him take your lifeless body, drained of blood. You’re going to end up dea—

“Chuuya,” The woman – Kouyou, as he called her – interrupts before he gets his final word out. “It’s okay.” You watch Chuuya’s shoulders drop, a sign of relief. It’s nowhere near as comforting for you, though, so you continue to listen in “I’ll be there soon.”

“Thank you,” He says, clearing his throat. With the burden lifted off his back, he snaps out of it, and his hand previously resting on your bruised knee falls lower, gently touching your calf instead.

He sends you a look that’s hard to decipher in your frightened state. Your instinct tells you it’s almost begging, though “You can have a glass while you’re there.” A pause—“Fuck that. Make it a bottle. It’s on me.”

With an amused, yet gracious laugh, the woman bids Chuuya goodbye before ending the call. Chuuya slips his phone back into his pants pocket and puts all his attention on you again. The weight of his gaze feels astronomical, pinning you in place as you begin to spiral further. Down, and down, and down you go—your fingers jerk, an impulse to attack.

To bite back and fight, despite not knowing how and always failing—always destined to take flight instead.

Chuuya rests his other hand on your other leg. It’s an attempt to ground you, but it only makes your blood pressure spike higher. He hushes you again, stifling down his annoyance and desperation.

He says your name. Your tail grows stiff, gaze sharpening as you look at him, bewildered and so anxious, Chuuya feels your legs tremble under his touch.

“I am not going to hurt ya, I already told you,” He says, almost pleading with you. His hands feel gentle where they rest on your flesh, almost as if he’s fighting his impulse to hold you tighter and keep you in place. The realization settles in your bones and licks away the flames of fear, slowly but surely.

“I promise. I know it’s confusin’ as hell, but, please.”

Oh, for God’s sake—since when does he beg?

He inhales deeply, the chill, crisp air tingling as he watches your eyes flutter. Your leg straightens slightly, growing lax from suddenly letting go of all the tension. A ghost of a smile begins to involuntarily curl at Chuuya’s mouth, but it’s quickly dropped when his phone buzzes against his thigh.

Though put on silent, the rhythmical buzz is all too familiar. The Boss is calling. Chuuya wants the earth to swallow him whole and put him out of his misery and this weird and confusing predicament he’s tangled himself up in – this is the last fucking thing he needs. Although his plan was nowhere near perfect or at least sensible or well thought through, right now it appears to complicate itself all at the head mafioso’s doing.

He swears, hoping Mori doesn’t talk his ear off for not picking up. He’ll call back, as soon as he’s done.

“Do you know the area?”

Chuuya waits for your reluctant nod before continuing. As he does, his hands slide down to your ankles before eventually letting go of you altogether. It’s a confusing realization, but it hits you like a truck—your skin feels so much colder without his touch.

“Good. There’s a wine bar down the street— The Cellar. Two minutes away, tops. The owner’s a friend of mine. I want you to go there and tell him you’re with me and order yourself a meal and something to drink.”

You listen, startled. Your breath begins to slow down, but the whirlwind of emotions far too strong for your confused brain leaves your reactions delayed and languid. You’ve never been good with such detailed plans of action, anyway—never made for it in the first place.

When the thought finally settles, relief washes over you like the rainfall you’re both stuck in. (Now that you look at him so closely, you notice Chuuya’s shirt has soaked through entirely, and clings to his body.)

“My coworker—Kouyou-san—will be there to pick you up soon, and she’ll take you to my office, where you’ll wait for me to wrap up work.” Your eyes stay focused on his face as he speaks. Chuuya takes it as a sign of understanding, but he wants to make sure “Got it?”

Warmth begins to blossom inside your chest. Filling up the crevices between your ribs, it’s like a balm for your poor, tormented heart. For a fleeting second, you feel so, so guilty for ever doubting the man—if it weren’t for your chilled, stiff bones, you’d be throwing yourself at him already, an instinct you’re barely able to stifle down.

“Yes, sir,” Your voice breaks in the middle, high-pitched with excitement.

Chuuya could’ve laughed at the sound but instead, he lets out a deep breath and pats your head, right between your ears, now perked up and standing up in attention.

“It’s Chuuya,” He corrects, “Atta girl.” He says and you barely register the praise. When it settles, though, your eyes light up with an equivalent of the entire starry sky. Your tail thumps against the ground, but accidentally dips into the nearby puddle, sending the water splashing around the two of you.

Chuuya jerks away and you let out a startled sound, bashfully tucking your tail under your legs again. You flush, all the way up to the tip of your nose, and give the man an apologetic look.

You’ve already soiled his coat with all the dirt and rainwater and forced him to get soaked to the bone from the downpour, without anything to cover his clothing – the least you can do is not make it any worse, splattering muddy water on his work attire.

“Sorry,” you murmur under your breath, the tip of your tail shyly wrapping around one of your ankles as you struggle to keep your eyes on the man crouched down in front of you, sheepishly peering up at him from behind your knees.

Chuuya stares at you. All blood rushes down to his feet like iron wrapping around his ankles, deeming him unable to move. He huffs, breaking the eye contact despite his conscious yelling at him not to.

“S’alright,” he grumbles, cheeks feeling white hot and flushing bright pink. He prays you don’t see it in the poor light.

He can’t have you realizing how puppy eyes make him feel. Not yet, at least.

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Skater boy!Suna, who catches your eye on your daily walk to work as he practices in the skate park across the street.

Skater boy!Suna, who starts to recognize you on your walks, giving you head nods or slight waves while watching you pass by him every day.

Skater boy!Suna, who you just can’t help but look forward to seeing, even if it’s just for a quick second as you walk by. His jumps and tricks are so clean on his board, it almost looks like he’s defying gravity, you even stop and stare a minute to watch him.

Skater boy!Suna, who you finally decide to approach one day, as you stand against the skate park fence with your fingers through the wiry metal.

Skater boy!Suna, who flashes you a sly grin and asks you if you skate at all. When you admit you don’t, he offers to teach you, mixing in a few flirtatious words here and there.

Skater boy!Suna, who holds your hips as you glide on his board, struggling to maintain balance. He catches you when you fall off, chuckling to himself at your embarrassed expression.

Skater boy!Suna, who invites you to watch him skate every day before your walk to work. So you go and sit on a bench in the park, constantly mesmerized by his skill, telling him how he amazes you.

Skater boy!Suna, who flirts with you any chance he can get- placing a hand on your shoulder, patting your head, giving you subtle compliments- anything to make you blush.

Skater boy!Suna, who starts walking you to work so he can spend more time with you, even trying to get you to skate there with him. Obviously, you refuse, so he plants you on his board, holding your hand and guiding it slowly down the sidewalk.

Skater boy!Suna, who still goes to the skate park in the rain, just so he can see you. He knows he doesn’t have to skate this often, but he doesn’t like the idea of missing you. And of course, you go too, realizing what a dumb idea it was as the two of you run for cover.

Skater boy!Suna, who brings you under a canopy to avoid the rain, laughing and shaking droplets out of his hair.

Skater boy!Suna, who fucks you silly while you wait for the rain to clear up- what else were you supposed to do? The tension became too much to take, and you were overwhelmed with the need to have his cock stuffed inside you.

Skater boy!Suna, who digs his nails into your hips while ramming into your tight little pussy, telling you how much of a slut you are for wanting to get fucked like this, while praising your perfect body at the same time.

Skater boy!Suna, who rubs circles around your throbbing clit while fucking you, telling you how badly he needs you to cum around his cock. And of course you do, cumming with a string of whimpers and moans as many times as he wants.

Skater boy!Suna, who calls out of work for you that day, seeing as you’re in no condition to walk anywhere after he fucked you dumb.

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bachissidehoe · 4 months

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Kenma absolutely loves getting under the desk service from you while he’s gaming- holding back whines as he chokes short desperate breaths into his microphone. His cock is buried deep in your throat, your head resting lazily between his spread thighs, his fingers slipping off the controller to grip locks of your hair, practically knotting it into the buttons. With every flick of his expert gamer fingers, he tugs your hair, pulling your head harder onto his throbbing cock. Your drool spills onto the fabric of his gaming chair, your fingernails drilled into his thighs as you suck on him. You can hear his friends on call with him, growing frustrated with Kenma’s sudden lack of ability to speak or play properly, it only makes you tease him more. But he doesn’t care about the game anymore. “One sec.” He mumbles, muting his mic and letting the controller drop to the floor so he can hold your head still and cum hard into that pretty mouth.

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bachissidehoe · 4 months

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A love triangle with Nagi & Reo

Nagi just never told you how he felt, feelings would be a hassle. Especially when he considers the thought that you may not return them, and then he has to deal with the hassle of losing you in his life. He’s known you since middle school, where you were the reason he studied hard enough to make it into this school. You let him live his lazy life, give him company when he wants it and leave him alone when he would rather keep to himself. He can’t imagine a better life than one with you.

Reo met Nagi and felt an instant connection. Nagi is not only exactly what he’s been looking for as a soccer player to take their high school team to the top, he’s also everything Reo wants in a partner. Someone who can match him in talent, make him think differently about himself and the world, and someone to fight for. All Reo has ever wanted is to be with someone who doesn’t care about his money, his grades- someone who isn’t trying to use him for personal gain. And Nagi is just perfect, he doesn’t need Reo at all, and Reo can’t imagine anything better than that.

You really didn’t want to fall for Reo, he’s every girl’s dream boy. Hot, smart, athletic, and kind (and rich), he checks every box. But literally everyone wants him, he can get anyone he wants, it was so inconvenient when you found yourself falling for him right along with everyone else. But how could you not? When he takes you by the hand to let you sit front and center at his practices and games, when he thanks you for taking such good care of his “treasure” (your best friend Nagi), when he flashes you a gorgeous smile as his eyes sparkle. You feel special every time he talks to you, looks at you, gives you even the slightest bit of attention. You can’t imagine anything better than someone who makes you feel loved like Reo does.

*****

“I have to tell you-”

“I have to tell you something too.” Reo interrupts you, his expression full of urgency yet slightly relieved, assuming he knows exactly what you’re about to tell him.

Truthfully, you decided it’s finally time to confess to him, it’s been long enough. He should at least know, even if he does reject you.

“Okay, you go.” You smile, urging him to go first. Your heart races, hoping he’ll return your feelings before you even have to deal with the embarrassment of confessing.

“I- I really like Nagi.” Reo says confidently. He’s nervous, but he stands tall. He shouldn’t feel so nervous about feelings like this, he always gets what he wants, after all.

“I- you-” You stutter, the thoughts flooding your brain faster than you can think of a proper response. It makes so much sense, Reo’s “treasure”, the way he’s expressed wanting to take care of Nagi, how he’s started showing up to drive him to school, how he always tries to get alone time with him. It’s so obvious, and you’ve been hogging him away from Nagi, selfishly acting on your feelings instead of trying to help Nagi explore his own.

“Oh, you’re surprised? I thought I was being too obvious.” Reo chuckles.

“No! It makes sense! I just- um-” You pause, trying to find a way to get through the conversation without crying.

“She wanted to tell you that she likes you.”

A familiar voice interrupts the conversation, where you turn to see your snowy-haired best friend poking his head into the empty classroom. Clearly, he was looking for the two of you, showing up at perhaps the worst time.

“Nagi! No- I don’t- um, Reo was just saying-” You try to save it, try to make this less embarrassing, but all you can do is fight back tears.

“Yeah, he was saying he likes me. I know he does.” Nagi pulls his bag straps tight against his shoulders, standing up tall for once. It’s easy to forget how damn tall he is when he’s always slouching. “But I know you like him, and I like you, and that’s all a hassle, so I left it alone.” He sighs.

“Wait-” Reo starts, processing the information. “You like her, she likes me, and I like you? Oh boy.” He scratches behind his head. “Is that what you were going to tell me, y/n?”

You only nod, still trying to process that Nagi basically confessed to you just now. How could you not have seen it?

You look at Nagi, who looks at Reo, who looks at you. Suddenly, Nagi looks different to you, he’s honestly beautiful. You can’t imagine your life without him, and watching him discover a recent passion has been an amazing journey. Nagi looks at Reo, seeing someone who’s helped him grow into a new person, a person he’s starting to like much more than his old self. A life with Reo in it sounds amazing. And Reo looks at you, seeing a beautiful girl who has supported him every day, giggling and laughing with him and encouraging him to chase his dreams. You haven’t used him for a single thing, thinking only of his happiness.

The three of you stand in a triangle as you look between each other. And you can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah.” You smile. “I like you too Nagi. And I do like you, Reo.” You shrug.

“I do like you y/n. And of course, Nagi.” Reo smiles.

“I like you y/n. And I think I do like you too, Reo.” Nagi cracks a light smile.

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Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who met and formed a team with you after your online clips with your best friend Nagi caught the attention of famous streamer Kodzuken

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who worry about bringing you on Kenma’s stream so they can selfishly keep you away from other gamer boys

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who roll their eyes at you when you make a bad play, but the second anyone else criticizes you, they’ll be the first in the comments defending their amazing carry

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who stick to your sides at tournaments since you’re one of the few professional female players in the pro scene, they’re always worried someone might say something “cringe” to you

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who come to in-person practices at your place, where they always end up falling asleep on your couch, groggily telling you they’ll just leave in the morning

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who get tired easily after a long tournament with a lot of social interaction, and need some extra cuddles from you in the hotel room that night

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who insist you sleep between them while they stay up late on their handheld consoles, the only sounds being the aggressive button pressing

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who both know the other likes you, but it’s just much too daunting to try to compete for your affection, so they just mutually agree to share you

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who admit their feelings for you at the same time, figuring that’s the least embarrassing way to confess

Pro gamers!Nagi & Kenma, who look at each other confused when you start giggling, as you tell them people have always accused you of being a throuple, so now you can tell them they were right

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