#ᡣ𐭩. blue lock fics

[mahyuume]

THINKIN’ BOUT YOU

— synopsis. not missing you after splitting up would’ve been easier if it wasn’t for everything that reminded of you surrounding him.

pairing. various bllk boys x reader | genre. angst, post-breakup. | mlist

HE THINKS ABOUT YOU STILL, but in denial he does. whenever in public by passing a store you both used to go to as a date or just as a way to give gifts you liked to each other, he thinks of you guys together again. of course, it’s even obvious he misses you. even if he tries so hard to get over feelings he calls left overs, he just can’t. and everyone notices.

he suggests it’s normal to be this hung over a break up, which it is, but to this extent? he’s already bought you apology gifts for how he acted before in hopes of you at least forgiving him and returning to good terms. friends at least. but he doesn’t let anyone know about that, because who would he be if everyone was right about him still missing you?

MICHAEL KAISER, sae itoshi, REO MIKAGE, RIN ITOSHI.

WAS THIS TRULY THE BEST? he gets the whole deal of breaking up and supporting each other from the sidelines, a way of saying ‘oh i still like you but not that way!’ is nice, since your still in each other’s lives… but does it really have to be this way?

he knows that you know small words of praise and encouragement mean differently when it comes between you.

“congratulations on winning today’s game.” you say with a small smile. he returns one and runs off to his teammates, reluctantly avoiding you. though he might avoid you, in the back of his mind, the idea and past memories of the actual ways you’d congratulate him is different.

he thinks back on the winner kisses you’d give him with your big smile that could light up dark tunnels, kisses that could warm a cold face, and a hug that felt like a mother’s embrace.

he wishes you two could’ve ended differently.

ISAGI YOICHI, BACHIRA MEGURU, REO MIKAGE, chigiri hyoma, TABITO KARASU.

HE WANTS YOU BACK, HE CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU. all his friends, teammates, hell even coaches overhear from time to time hear about how much he regrets ending things with you. even if it was for the best (worse in his opinion), he just can’t stand the feeling of letting someone like you go through his grasp.

everyone’s tired of it honestly; by how much he would talk about you during practices, breaks, morning, night, even while eating. his yearning for you is clear, everyone just wants you two back together to shut him up, but he knows better than to contact you after everything. I mean, who calls up their ex begging for another chance?

he does.

OLIVER AIKU, SHIDOU RYUSEI, otoya eita.

EVERYTHING’S OKAY AS IT IS, he thinks. it’s okay you two went your separate ways, because that’s how life goes. though the thought of you makes his head hurt and his heart ache, it’s okay.

he mentally agrees with himself that no matter what happens between you, all he wants is that you’re happy and perfect as you are. even if he isn’t by your side. even if he wants to be; holding your hand, playing games together, watching movies, and regular things couples did.

but it’s okay. everything is okay as it is, he thinks. even if you’re not in his life anymore, since you wanted to pursue the no contact move. he agreed with you that it’s for the best and that you guys should live your lives doing what you must.

even if it isn’t what he wants, even if he hates it. it’s okay, because you’re happy as it is.

NAGI SEISHIRO, HIORI YO, rin itoshi, kurona ranze, KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, raichi jingo.

𝜗𝜚. hhehehe did u guys realize title was based off frank ocean’s song,,,, but anyways hi! first bllk fic since like last year or so, and this has been in drafts for a whole year omfg but anyways I hope u guys like this!! please like and reblog if you did hehehwheh…

[wttcsms]

short n' sweet welcome to wttcsms' 2024 kinktober !! inspired by sabrina carpenter's latest (ovulation) album, this is a collection featuring fics that are, just like the song inspo, short, sometimes sweet, definitely horny ᡣ𐭩 ( fem!reader )

the espresso edit is . . . fun! flirty! it's featuring dynamics where you're seemingly out of reach and he can't get you out of his head. reader playing coy + he's getting desperate for you.

. ݁₊ ⊹ now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night . ݁˖ . ݁ jealous sex ! seishiro nagi┆there's nothing nagi values more than getting his rest, but thoughts of you have been keeping him wide awake at night. someone has to help him get rid of all this annoying restless energy — and it has to be you, the whole entire reason why his sleeping schedule is fucked. [releases oct. 4] + soft yandere!nagi

. ݁₊ ⊹ when they act this way (i know i got 'em) . ݁˖ . ݁ angry & rough sex ! kiyoomi sakusa┆kiyoomi sakusa is used to getting what he wants, and what he wants most right now is you. too bad you're the biggest fucking tease in the world. fine by him, though. because when he gets his hands on you — and he will — you're going to see what exactly all your thirst traps did for him. [releases oct. 5] + overstimulation

the juno edit is . . . domesticity ᡣ𐭩 newlywed life, fucking in the kitchen, "welcome back from work" blowjobs — and a raging breeding kink.

. ݁₊ ⊹ let you lock me down tonight . ݁˖ . ݁ marathon sex ! yoichi isagi┆high off of ending the soccer season with a world cup win secured, your newlywed husband showers you in all the attention he couldn't give you when he was too busy being the world's best striker. [releases oct. 11] + breeding, wet n' messy

. ݁₊ ⊹ if you love me right, then who knows? . ݁˖ . ݁ size kink ! jinchul woo┆you decide it's time to let your beloved bodyguard relax. [releases oct. 12] + breeding, roleplaying(?) domesticity

. ݁₊ ⊹ adore me, mark your territory . ݁˖ . ݁ corruption kink ! kenyu yukimiya┆after having to endure locker room conversation since his blue lock days all the way up to his pro days, yukimiya realizes that if he wants to show you just how serious he is about his thoughts on his relationship with you, he needs to make his mark on you. [releases oct. 25] + dark(ish) content, virginity loss [both you + yukimiya], you two attended the same private catholic high school, mentions of purity culture, manipulative!yuki, coercion, very naive reader, talks of marriage, breeding

the bed chem edit is . . . sexual tension. it's being in an enclosed space with each other immediately after the two of you just had the nastiest wet dreams about each other.

. ݁₊ ⊹ come right on me (i mean camaraderie!) . ݁˖ . ݁ praise kink ! tetsurou kuroo┆starting a new job is scary, especially when it seems like you can't do anything correctly. good thing that your manager is always so kind and reassuring and supportive. when a client meeting ends terribly and runs so late that the two of you have to check into a hotel to spend the night, your sweet manager knows a good way to cheer you up... [releases oct. 18] + oh no!!! there's only one bed!!!, work senpai!kuroo (im sorry, you do call him senpai on occasion), sex in an enclosed, semi-public space (the office's storage closet)

. ݁₊ ⊹ talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things . ݁˖ . ݁ sex pollen ! soshiro hoshina┆after narrowly avoiding a kaiju attack unharmed, you think you’ve gotten away unscathed until you start feeling an unfamiliar, unsatiable heat building inside of you. it’s almost similar to the funny butterflies you get in your tummy when you see your older brother’s rival, third division vice captain soshiro hoshina. and wouldn’t you know it: you just so happen to cross paths with him.  [releases oct. 19] + love confessions, forbidden romance-ish, narumi’s younger+civilian sister!reader, soft dom!hoshina, biting [look at his lil fangs, he HAS to be a biter], getting caught by narumi at the end

[itsnesss]

how about a jun ho smut fic? :) where he stops reader cuz she’s not wearing a helmet and she flirts with him to not give her a ticket but the second time this happens she tries to do the same thing but he wants more? :)) lets just say that they take their little adventure to reader’s house and they literally just fuck

tyy <333

𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | smut, explicit content, evade the law?, sexual tension, consensual sex, power dynamics, oral sex, p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 2.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The roar of your motorcycle engine reverberates against the buildings as you glide through the streets of Seoul. The wind brushes your face and messes up your hair, but you don’t wear a helmet. You hate how it ruins your style, even though you know it’s foolish. Despite that, you feel an unparalleled freedom, as if you could escape everything.

But your momentary euphoria comes to a screeching halt when you see red and blue lights reflected in the side mirrors. You curse under your breath as you slow down and park by the curb. A police officer approaches slowly.

He’s tall, with perfectly combed dark hair and a face straight out of a K-drama. His deep, serious eyes lock onto yours with a mix of disapproval and authority, forcing you to look away for a second.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asks, his voice firm but not hostile.

You know perfectly well, but you decide to play innocent. “For an excess of style?” you reply, flashing a coquettish smile.

He doesn’t smile. He takes out his ticket book and starts writing.

“For not wearing a helmet. It’s dangerous for you and others.”

You lean slightly toward him, letting your leather jacket slide a bit to reveal your collarbone. You look at him with eyes full of feigned innocence.

“Come on, officer, it’s not that serious. I promise I’ll wear a helmet next time. Do we really need to do this?”

Hwang Jun-ho, according to the name on his badge, sighs and shakes his head.

“It’s not going to work.” He hands you the ticket, ignoring your blatant attempts.

Your smile fades. You take the ticket, feigning a pout as you start your motorcycle again. Before leaving, you cast him one last glance. “What a waste,” you think as you ride away.

A few days later, fate plays another cruel trick on you. You’re speeding through downtown, once again without a helmet, when you see those familiar lights behind you.

You sigh and pull over, already knowing who it is. And there he is, wearing the same serious expression, as if he’s tired of you but also entertained by your brazenness.

“Again?” he says, crossing his arms over his uniform.

You step off the bike, letting your boots make a deliberate noise against the pavement. You walk toward him, this time with more confidence.

“I guess I just can’t help running into you, Officer Hwang. Maybe it’s destiny.”

He doesn’t respond, but you notice his jaw tighten slightly. You lean in, letting yourself invade his personal space.

“You should let me off this time. You already gave me a ticket, remember?” Your fingers lightly brush the edge of his badge.

This time, something in his gaze shifts. It’s not quite a smile, but his lips curve slightly.

“Do you really think flirting with me is going to get you out of this?”

“Maybe.” You bite your lower lip, knowing you’re playing with fire.

Jun-ho puts away his ticket book. It surprises you, but before you can celebrate your small victory, he leans toward you. His face is dangerously close, and his voice drops to a near whisper.

“If you’re going to play, make sure you know the rules.”

Your heart races as you try to figure out if he’s joking or as serious as always. You decide to take your chances.

“And what are the rules, officer?”

His smile widens, but he says nothing. Instead, he hands you a card with his phone number.

“Call me if you decide you’re ready to play for real.”

Before you can respond, he walks away, leaving you frozen on the sidewalk.

That same night, you can’t get his face out of your head. You decide to text him. You don’t have much to lose.

You: “What kind of game did you have in mind, officer?”

The reply comes minutes later.

Jun-ho: “Are you home?”

Your stomach flips.

You: “Yes. Why?”

Jun-ho: “I’m coming over.”

Your heart pounds as you rush to tidy up your apartment. You have no idea what you’re doing, but there’s something about him that intrigues you too much to stop.

When you hear a knock at the door, your breath catches. You open it, and there he is, still partially in uniform, but without the jacket and with his tie slightly loosened.

“You don’t waste time, do you?” you say, trying to keep your composure.

“You texted me first.” He closes the door behind him, his eyes scanning you from head to toe.

There’s a palpable tension in the air, and as you step toward him, you both know neither of you plans to stop.

He leans in, his lips meeting yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. His hands, strong and assured, find your waist and pull you closer. You feel the heat of his body against yours as he guides you toward the couch.

“Is this part of the rules?” you ask, trying to catch your breath.

Jun-ho smiles against your neck, his voice low and full of desire.

“We make the rules. What matters is that we both agree".

You smile, but you no longer have the composure to joke. Your body responds to his presence, desiring him more with each passing moment.

You slide your hands over his torso, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. He grunts as he removes his shirt, his eyes shining with desire when he sees you already naked in his arms.

His fingers move closer to your chest, playing with your nipples and making them harden. You moan, leaning towards him and desperately seeking his mouth. He gives you a stronger kiss, their tongues intertwining as he caresses you.

A second later, your pants fall to your feet, and your boots hit the floor. Jun-ho slides down, kissing every inch of your skin with a perfect combination of tenderness and desire.

He reaches for your black panties and pulls them down with an expert motion. He tosses them aside, bringing his face closer to your pussy.

"I want to see you," he says, his black eyes shining.

You don't know what to expect, but then he starts licking you with small flicks of his tongue. You moan when his mouth meets your clitoris, his lips surrounding it. Your breathing becomes irregular as you melt in his arms, your hands in his hair as he licks you more and more. Your stomach beats hard, the tension in your body growing with each second until you explode in his mouth, a torrent of pleasure that leaves you trembling.

But he doesn't stop there. He gets up, his fingers slipping two of them into your pussy while he licks you, your body reacting once more, the tension inside you growing until you're about to come for the second time.

"Do you like it?" he says, looking at you with his dark and bright eyes, his voice full of confidence as he sits on your couch.

You moan as you straddle him. You see him lower his pants, his cock hard and ready for you. You touch it, feeling its thickness and warmth in your fingers. He sighs, his eyes closing for a second before looking at you with more passion than before.

"Put it inside," he says, his voice a plea.

You obey, lowering yourself onto his cock and feeling it make its way into your pussy. Your breath catches for a moment as you adjust to him, but soon you're moving, his thighs between yours as you rock back and forth on his member.

His mouth finds yours, a desperate kiss while he caresses you. His fingers play with your nipples, making them harden while he fucks you, your breath quick and shallow.

His arms wrap around your body, pulling you tighter to him as he fucks you harder and faster, your pussy adjusting to his thickness.

"You are so fucking hot" he says, growling in your ear. "So fucking sexy".

You laugh as you speed up, your breath hitching as you feel the pleasure grow in your body. Jun-ho moans, his fingers gripping your hips and pulling you down once more.

"Jun-ho..." you say, your voice a moan, pleasure a torrent within you.

He kisses you, his eyes meeting yours in a moment of passion and connection. You feel yourself falling onto him once more, the tension building until you explode, your muscles contracting around his cock.

He moans, his body trembling beneath you. You have the impression that it's not what he expected, but he can't stop either. A second later, he comes inside you, his fingers digging into your skin as he gasps against your face.

You are sitting on him for a moment, wrapping your arms around his body while you wait for him to calm down. Finally, you slide to the side, his fingers caressing your breasts with a gentle and slow touch.

"I think I should never wear a helmet again," you say, smiling against his chest.

Jun-ho laughs, his arms wrapping around you with a warmth that makes you feel safe and calm.

"No, of course not, you will use it" he says, stroking your hair.

You laugh in turn, knowing that perhaps, after all, the freedom you have always been looking for was there, waiting for you on a street in Seoul.

[lsuyia]

❝𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑❞

A/N - ngl i literally pulled this out my ass at 11 am since i rlly needed to start posting on my tumblr more, pls request fic ideas!

relationship is established! also fem!reader

MDNI

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satoru gojo, just seems like the the type of person to randomly be scrolling on instgram,— barely finding interesting and find a video of a baby.

The baby could be doing anything, laughing, giggling, saying its first word,—and like fucking magic will automatically text you about it, spam calling you

it all just started as one simple cute video that satoru saw, making his baby fever go through the roof.

One fucking video, was all it took.

You would get home from work, wanting to take a nap, oh but here he comes, bending you over on the kitchen table, making your legs tremble, just so he can try to get you pregnant.

“Spread wide open f’me, yeah?”

You started to wonder what was going on when one day he magically appeared when you were showering saying he wanted to shower with his beautiful girlfriend, which you knew he was lying straight through his teeth.

Few minutes later, he has you pinned against the shower wall, going at an ungodly pace bruising your cervix in the process with every thrust as he smiles seeing breathless, flustered face.— which some how always seemed to keep him hard.

“Just a little longer for daddy?”

You automatically knew when he said that something was going on, and you were going to get to the bottom of it.

For days straight, satoru would always have you bend over, legs up, on the floor,on the wall, in the bed, in the car fucking you dumb until he finally came inside you.

Everytime.

At this point you were getting concerned that you might actually get you pregnant.

So, you decided to finally open up about the whole dilemma, you couldnt keep going on like this.

“toru baby?” You called out to him after minutes thinking about if you should actually do this. “coming.” He said back as his light footsteps treaded across the living room before finally appearing in-front of you before he sat beside you. “yeah honeybun?” He softly spoke to you while his hand traveled to your thighs, squeezing at the plush.

“I wanted to talk to you about something..” You trailed off at the end, which in gojo’s eyes sounded pretty serious to him. His head immediately turned to look at you looking at you concerned. “Do you think we could like…—calm down with the sex?”

You spoke softly to him not even looking at him out of pure embarrassment of the situation. The silence was so loud after you spoke to him,— until he finally casually spoke back to you“yea baby thats fine, if you wanted to calm down you could’ve told me earlier.” He said with a shrug seeming like the situation didn’t affect him at all.

Oh but, it very much did.

In his eyes, It sounded like you didnt want to have a child with him, which drove him absolutely insane.

The constant sex ban worked for a full month until he was back at it again.

You couldn’t even take off your shoes without him touching your nipples through your clothes, just to turn you on and get you into bed with him.

One thing lead to another and you and him getting into a heated argument in your shared bedroom.

“Gojo, what is up with you? I cant even walk into the fucking house without you trying to finger me!” you exclaimed practically yelling at him. Your attitude towards him at him caught in a dumb daze. You were starting to get tired of the constant sex every day.

He was yelling back before but now he was silent as he stood in front of you not speaking, you rarely ever called him last name which let him know you were pretty serious about the whole ordeal.

He couldn’t keep his need for you under wraps for any longer.

“Honeybun, I want a baby.” He said to you, as his light blue eyes locked with yours.

You were honestly shocked at him, he wanted a baby? The only word you could even speak was

“what?”

“honeybun, I want a baby with you.” He leaned towards you cupping your face as he planted tender kisses.

“I want to see you and me mixed together, I wanna see both of us go through mother and fatherhood, I want to see all of you honeybun.” He said grabbing your hands interlocking them with his. He was really genuine and heartfelt about the whole baby fever nonsense.

You were still in slight shock, but you had a small thought about the idea of you and satoru’s kid still fresh in your mind at the moment

—

Needless to say, you finally found out why gojo was acting crazy all those months ago

You sighed watching television with your pregnant belly while gojo had his arms wrapped around you and his head lightly resting on your stomach, careful not to hurt you at any point

“Their going to be so cute.”

he hummed giving your tummy a tender kiss.

[annievrse]

the secret of us

chuuya x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: mori makes an unfortunate discovery w/c: 1.5k c/w: nsfw [mdni!!] (nothing too explicit just heavy petting & slight dry humping), secondhand embarrassment lol

"What am I going to do with the two of you?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Elise giggle, and you roll your eyes. You stay silent, and through sheer will, so does Chuuya.

"This is highly inappropriate, especially for two of my best executives," Mori sighs, rubbing his forehead. Your boss looks annoyed and flustered, considering the situation he just found you in. "Imagine if it was one of your subordinates."

"I would've told them to enjoy the show," Chuuya mumbles. Mori shoots him a disapproving look, and you shake your head without looking at him, trying your hardest to suppress a smile.

Half an Hour Earlier...

"Nakahara," You greet, stepping into the main meeting room at the Port Mafia base. You hold up a folder when he looks up from the table, surrounded by his subordinates.

Chuuya's eye glints when he says your name back. Then he turns to his inferiors, and his face morphs into a scowl. "Get out."

They all rush out around you, some tripping over their feet but all refusing to look you in the eye.

When the door finally closes, Chuuya flicks his hand out, the lock on the door turning.

"Got a report to give me, doll?" He teases, spreading his legs wide and patting his lap. "C'mere."

You twist your lips to stop a shy smile from breaking and walk toward him.

"Maybe," You say. "Maybe not."

The way he sits is intimidating, and if you hadn't known him for so long, you'd be scared of him. His chunky boots are on display, thanks to the hem of his pants rising. Your eyes flicker to his arms crossed over his chest, his lean biceps visible through the white material of his dress shirt. He must've removed his coat halfway through the meeting with his faction. And then your gaze drifts to his face. He wears a knowing smirk, and his blue eyes gleam in the setting sun through the large window. His hair looks particularly red in the warm light, and you want to brush the stray strands off his face.

Chuuya hums and guides your hips to sit on his lap. His gloved fingers are hot through the fabric of your pants, and you're sure your suit is going to burn off your body any second.

You place the folder on the table and shift so you're straddling his thighs.

He nods at the plastic sleeve lazily. "What's it about?"

You shrug. "Boss wanted me to bring it to you."

Chuuya nods and runs his hands up your thighs. You tuck his loose hair behind his ears, pushing some off his forehead.

"Quit that," He mumbles but makes no effort to move. You shake your head and brush your thumbs over his cheekbones. He says your name with a warning.

"Yes?" You ask, a smile on your face. Leaning forward, you press your lips against his forehead, then his cheeks, leaving red lipgloss marks in your path.

Chuuya scoffs in reply. "Brat."

You gape at him teasingly. "That's no way to talk to me."

"I guess you're right," He says, grabbing onto your ass before standing up and sitting you on the table. You bite your tongue to stop the yelp that climbs your throat at his sudden movement. "Guess I have to make it up to you."

"I guess you do." You exhale sharply when you feel his gloveless hands under your shirt. When did he take those off?

Chuuya's fingers dance on your back as you pull him closer by his bolo tie. Between your thighs, he presses himself against you, and you know you've teased him enough. Your legs circle around his hips, and you bring his face closer. Chuuya meets you halfway, lips crushing in a searing kiss. You lift your hands to his hair and slide his hat off, tossing it somewhere in the room.

Before he can pull away and complain or lecture you about the hat's intricate details, you find yourself breathing heavily from your nose as you exchange open-mouthed kisses. It’s hard and hungry, and soon, your coat is on the floor, your shirt following.

“Off,” You mutter against his lips, your fingers grasping his waist before fisting the material of his shirt and tugging it. “This needs to come off.”

"Where's your manners?" Chuuya snarls before pulling it over his head so there's no chance for you to break the buttons. He's replaced so many.

You don't reply, barely hearing him as you run your hands down his lean torso. Chuuya leans over you and pushes you gently onto the table. The wood is cold on your back, and you wrap your arms around his neck to bring his lips to yours.

He rubs his crotch against yours, and the delicious size of him makes you moan into his mouth. You tighten your thighs around him; the friction is so good it's almost painful.

"Fuck, doll..." Chuuya groans back, his fingers playing with the clasp on your bra.

You're so lost in your own mind and Chuuya's touch that you don't hear the lock turning and the door opening.

It's not until someone clears their throat and the breeze from the hallway causes goosebumps to gloss your skin that you're jumping up. You nearly headbutt Chuuya as you do so, arms retracting from his shoulders to cover your chest.

"The fuck?..." Chuuya spits, but his face drains when he sees who is at the door. "Boss—"

"Get dressed," Mori sighs. "My office."

And then he leaves, the shadow of him still lingering in the doorway as you button up your shirts in silence.

"Bets on whose getting fired first?" You say, picking up Chuuya's hat and putting it on your head.

"Shut it," He snaps, and you see the anger and lust in his eyes. Anger at Mori for barging in unannounced like this meeting room was your bedroom. Lust for obvious reasons. The sight makes you giggle.

"I hope he doesn't keep us long, I actually have a meeting at 5." Chuuya side-eyes you as you leave the room, pointedly ignoring your comment.

"Oh!" You pause in the hallway before Mori's office and turn to your boyfriend. "C'mere."

"Why?" His face screws up in irritation. And when you start wiping his cheeks, his face flushes red. "You just had to do that, didn't you?"

You tilt your head, wiping the last remnants of your lipgloss from his skin. "You're pretty."

Chuuya scowls and lets you kiss his cheek. "Let's get this over with."

Now...

Mori covers his face with his hands. "You know what this could mean for both of you if this gets out. Yes?"

Dread pours over your body like hot oil. Nodding, you glance at your boyfriend. His previous devilish look is gone, and in its place is carefully constructed fear that took you almost seven years to detect.

"It means," Mori says, assuming you and Chuuya don't know exactly what he's implying. "If anyone outside the PM finds out, they could use you against each other. Which is something this organisation doesn't need."

"Nobody knows," You blurt, wiping your sweaty palms on your dress pants. "We've told nobody about this."

Mori raises an eyebrow. "And how long has nobody known?"

If you'd been hiding this for no longer than a month, maybe you'd get out of this fine. Maybe Mori would understand and send you on your way unscathed. Maybe.

"Since we were sixteen."

Mori's mouth opens just a centimetre before he closes it again. He's stunned you've been able to keep this under wraps for so long. "Six years?"

"We are 22, yes?" You ask with a sickly sweet smile on your face. It's dangerous getting smart with the boss, but you're beyond uncomfortable and want to leave as soon as possible. You feel Chuuya's eyes burning a hole in the side of your face for being so careless.

"I see," Mori mumbles, ignoring the hysterical giggles coming from Elise. "Very well."

You raise your eyebrows at the lack of response. Chuuya visibly relaxes beside you.

"There's no way to punish you for this unprofessional behaviour, but if it's not affecting the organisation's function or your relationship with your subordinates, I don't care."

"But," Mori continues, his eye getting that authoritative glint. "You'll be assigned different missions from now on. There is to be no contact out on the field. Am I clear?"

"Dammit," Chuuya curses. "Are you kidding?"

"Yes, sir," You nod.

"Boss, that's bullshit, and you know it."

Mori ignores Chuuya and goes back to his paperwork. Your boyfriend huffs in frustration. The tension in the room pushes down on you, and when Mori dismisses you, clearly uncomfortable, you hurry out behind Chuuya, who takes his time opening the door and leaving.

Once outside, you grab Chuuya's shoulders and turn him around to find him wearing his usual smirk. He's pushed down the new rule for missions, but you know what he will say before it leaves his lips.

"You're not going to your meeting."

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

𝜗𝜚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓾𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮’𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝔂 ᡣ𐭩 ⊹˚₊𝜗𝜚

young politician coryo snow x wife fem reader

tags: softie coryo, coryo prioritizing work, babying, domestic fluff, loser coryo if you squint, coryo is very much motivated by different things aka canon divergence

our poll winner fic!! have had this in my drafts for so long here it is finally! hope you enjoy!

It was no question that Coriolanus was smart, calculating, and hard working. He worked hard to fundraise, worked hard to snag the presidential campaign, worked hard at the University which he attended with the support of the Plinths, and he worked hard to stretch his money (and subsequently his limits).

And he worked hard to please you.

He knew you disliked eating all alone. So, Coriolanus made sure to be home by seven o’clock on the dot every night to help you cook dinner. You always loved the hominess of it and so he made sure to schedule meetings for after dinner and turned down any and all calls (unless the country was burning down of course).

Coriolanus also made sure to always be in bed with you by 9 o’clock. He’d shower and drape his robe on before laying right next to where you sat on your shared bed, usually a book in hand. On special nights, ones where Coriolanus swears he would drop everything and leave the country from the horridness of it all, he’d kiss you extra gently, laying his curly head at the top of your belly. Sometimes, tears would cascade down his face as you swear to kill the entire of Panem for him. You’d kiss his head, running your fingers through his curls as Coriolanus would weep softly against your thighs.

You always made sure to treat him extra nicely the next day, even canceling his meetings in the morning just so he could rest and get away from it all.

“Mmmmm, darling.”

Coryo nuzzled his face further into you, his curls tickling your neck. The sun was up, its rays seeping into your dark bedroom. His hand entwined in yours, playing lightly with the precious red diamond ring on your finger.

You chuckle, kissing his head softly eliciting a groan from him. He lifts his head, pressing his mouth to yours. Soft lips meet your own as your hands run through his curls.

A loud ring breaks you two apart, Corio’s head falling forward to meet yours. His hands go to your hips as he groans, this one a different shade of agony, and gets up to pick it up. 

You knew he wouldn’t pick up at night but morning was free territory for other greedy politicians and staff members to steal Coriolanus’ few minutes in heaven with you.

He stared outside the window, his once ocean blue eyes turning icy as his jaw locked. Your eyebrows crease in worry as you stand up walking over to where he silently nodded along to what the person on the line said. You approached him silently, wrapping your arms around his stiff body. He looked to you, his eyes softening before his free arm wrapped itself around your body. Coryo presses a kiss to your hairline before taking the phone and walking to his dresser, his voice tense as he responds to whatever the person on the line said. 

He nearly yells into the phone for calling him over an ‘emergency funding meeting’ about his ‘campaign’. Coryo was no fool, he knew exactly what they wanted from him. Money. And he hated how you looked up at him all softly even knowing he was about to leave you yet again for the entire day. He hated how his chest constricted after you wrapped yourself around him to relieve his stress.

But, that wasn’t enough to get him to not put on his blood red suit, comb his curls into a neater style, and go to his office where his team called him. If he wanted to take over Panem and milk it for all it’s got to make you feel safe and secure, he had to go.

He may even have to break his promise with you, his darling gem.

And you knew that. In the nearly twenty-four hours that Coriolanus is gone, you knew that all he was doing was for all who he had lost along the way. His politician father whose name he wanted to live up to, his dear mother who he wanted to honor by taking care of you, his beloved wife. His Grandma’am who he wanted to honor by bringing her country back to its former glory, and most of all, yours and Coryo’s fallen friend Sejanus who Coryo wanted to honor by seizing control of all of Panem and lessening the burden of the Districts. 

So, even as you sat all by yourself eating a dinner prepared in utter silence, you worried about Coryo. What he was doing, had he had dinner yet? Had he had any food in the last five-six hours? Had he been working restlessly to resolve whatever issues arose in the two hours he had spent with you?

You continued on with your routine, cleaning every dirty dish in the sink. Cleaning your room and organizing Coryo’s desk all before sitting down and opening your book.

Although, you couldn’t read a single word. Your mind kept torturing you. You knew Coriolanus was passionate and driven, so much so that once he has his mind set on something he’ll forget everything else.

So you shook your head as you placed your book back onto your nightstand, a delicate red ribbon bookmark gifted to you by Coriolanus sticking out of the page you had last read. Memories of Coriolanus’ soft yet powerful voice reading the page to you while you lay in between his arms and legs play in your mind as your body grows cold from the missing heat of your husband behind you. 

You pull your legs to your chest, hoping the movement would warm you up until the sound of your creaky front door opening. You turn to face Coryo’s side, it couldn’t be Coryo. He would stay at his office instead of coming home this late.

The sound of feet moving closer to your bedroom had you standing up and running to the door. The familiar tug pulls you to open the door and immediately run into familiar arms.

Coryo stumbles a little from the force of you running to hug him. His eyes water at the sight of you, your cheek pressed firmly against this wrinkled shirt, the steady fall of tears slowly cascading from your eyes. His arms wrap around you, his nose pressing firmly into your strawberry scented hair. He loved the smell of you, the hominess and realness of it. He despised the other Capitol girls with their complicated scents which matched their equally vapid personalities.

You two stood in the hallways for moments, reveling in the time spent together. You look up at Coryo’s hydrangea eyes, pressing up onto your toes before kissing your husband like it was the first time again. His eyes closed at the feel of your warm velvety lips against his own chapped and dry ones. He had developed the nasty habit of biting on his lip when he was a peacekeeper which only ever seemed to come back whenever faced with mountain tons of stress that could make his snow blond hair whiter.

He started pushing you back into your warmly lit room, the lights turned down Coryo noted. Must’ve meant that you were just about to sleep. He left your lips to take off his shirt, your eyebrows raising at the indication. You had started to unbutton your nightgown when he pressed his palm into your hands.

“Darling, I have no intention of making love to you, yet. I fear I am just too tired and would rather we just sleep.”

You look at him, noticing how his face is sunken and how murky his eyes had become. You quickly nod, kissing Coryo’s cheek as you told him to take off his clothes so he could change, and walk to the closet to toss him something to wear to sleep. He thanks you before swiftly taking his suit off, climbing underneath the covers, and sliding to his spot right next to you. His arms wrap around your middle, pulling you closer to him.

His nose presses into your hair, soft snores following shortly after. You smile, wrapping your own arm around his which squeezed you just a little closer to him.

In the morning, Coryo couldn’t help but get up early. He still had so much to do after the shit that went down two days ago. One thing leads to another and before Coryo knows it, his entire campaign is falling apart, only held together by his unwavering conviction and ambition.

Coryo longed for nothing more than to stay in bed with you.

When you woke up, the sun was high in the sky while the space next to you was long vacant. You got up, stretching a bit before setting out to find Coryo. You wrap yourself in smooth silks and heavy velvets as you trek through the house, peeking into every room looking for your blonde husband.

Your feet start to ache at the cold flooring your feet walked on as you continue your grand search for the future president of Panem. Finally, you open the creaky door of Coryo’s office finding the curly man slumped over his desk. You smile at the boyish look Coryo has on his face, his eyes closed in peace as drool slightly escapes his upturned lips. You laugh as he whines and laughs in his sleep, his head falling further into his hand.

Your hands rise to cradle his face, using a pillow you took from the couch in the room, to catch his face. You kiss his forehead, closing the curtains behind him. You also organize the papers that were in his hands, capping his favorite fountain pen. You close the door softly behind you as you get ready to prepare some ford for Coryo when he wakes.

And when Coryo does wake, the first thing he notices is that his back hurts. In fact, how had he fallen asleep in his office?  How had he gotten there? He stands, stretching his arms high above him, walking to open his curtains for the bright sun to flood the dark mahogany room.

“Oh, you’re awake darling.” You exclaim, walking to the coffee table to set down the tray in your hands.

“Mmm, how long have I been asleep, again.” Coryo smiles, walking to the couch, returning the pillow ushering you to take a seat next to him. As soon as you do, he leans in and kisses your soft cheek. 

“Only two hours but I have a feeling you could use some more sleep.” 

You arrange the tray, setting Coryo’s favorite coffee next to him, his favorite fruits and sweets on the table for him to choose from. 

“What's all this for baby?”

“You silly.” You turn to Coryo, bringing your hand to his cheek, “I know you’ve been busy and stressed so I’ve taken the liberty of cancelling all your calls and meetings no matter the emergency because you’re sick.”

He softens at the gesture, hugging you. You smile into the embrace, kissing his neck softly. He chuckles, tightening his arms around you further.

“Thank you so much, I need this my love.” He rests his head on your own.

“Don’t even think of it darling, I love you and wanna take care of you. Besides I have all the relaxation covered, by the end of this day you’ll be one with our bed.”

“Of that, I have no doubt love.”

You smile back at him, tackling him in a bear hug.

[gigi-loveless]

Hi baeeee I missed youuu!! Hope you’re doing better emotionally after the sorority thing!! ❤️❤️

I’ve been re-reading all your stuff this past week to keep me going, and I was wondering if you could make a little hc thing or a small fic about what it would be like to tell hazel you love her for the first time, like the context and how she would react?? I love u sm!!!!! keep on keeping on bestie

- ☀️

bye this is actually about to make me cry y’all are the sweetest

reqs are open!!

bonus points if you notice the coming of age movie reference in this, i really tried to pull from that vibe ᡣ𐭩 this is just pure fluff hehehe

listen to hazels spotify here ₊˚.🎧 ✩｡

𐙚 maybe you’re sitting out in her backyard, the sun basking over your bodies

𐙚 hazel is laying on her stomach in the grass, journaling, pens riddled over the grass

𐙚 and you’re listening to music and gazing up at the clouds

𐙚 the conversation starts out light, mostly talking about your weeks

𐙚 then it gradually moves onto your relationship

𐙚 and hazel is just gushing about you

𐙚 “i never knew i could be this happy.”

𐙚 you can hear her choking back tears, and you shift your head over to her

𐙚 she’s staring up at the clouds, tears sprinkling the page in front of her

𐙚 “what’s wrong, hazel? did-did i do something?”

𐙚 she cracks a smile, her eyes glimpsing over to you, down at your lips

𐙚 “i don’t deserve you, you make me….feel”, she sighs, taking in your beauty

𐙚 “infinite.”

𐙚 staring into the girls tear strewn eyes, you realize

𐙚 you can’t imagine any possible future without her by your side

𐙚 “hazel…”

𐙚 “w-what?”, she questions, swiping the water from underneath her endlessly blue eyes with her cardigan

𐙚 “i love you.”

𐙚 all those tears she wiped away immediately got replaced with twice as more, sun basking on her beaming lips

𐙚 for a moment you feel anxious, wondering if she won’t reciprocate

𐙚 but she leans down, her rings grazing your cheek, and kisses you like she never has before

𐙚 her lips are so gentle, as if you’re made of porcelain, a precious piece of art that mustn’t be shattered

𐙚 she locks eyes with you, brushing your hair out of your face

𐙚 “i love you too.”

𐙚 the next few minutes are comprised of the two of you kissing, exchanging “i love you”s in between

𐙚 running your fingers through her hair and giggling

𐙚 because let’s be real a sweet moment like this between you two is always going to end up silly

𐙚 for a moment, your concentration on her soft expression is broken by a ladybug fluttering over to a sunny dandelion nearby

𐙚 then it lands right over your interlocked fingers for an instant, before flitting away once more

𐙚 and of course, hazel plucks the flower and presses it into her notebook, taking it as a sign from the universe

[sweetx1e]

໒ ♫ ࿐ ꒱

_________ ݁𖦹 ≠. ⊹ ♱ - ゞ _________

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﹅ nii-chan, is the number one nicest in the world ˎˊ˗

and i know where to look

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ꗃ I literally just reblog here.. but ┐

~ Might write fics, why not.??? Voices are getting louder HELP. + Maybe art post too:3

I'll probably only post blue lock stuff..— but i reblog a lot of multifandoms!! )

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