#after i finish egoist

[suhkusa]

that one sakusa piece u wrote where ur his childhood friend n he has a gf and whatever has scarred me since 2021/2022 i forgot (i love it tho)

Thank you for reminding me I had such a fic LOL just reread it and I’m HURT

i’m glad you liked it tho (since 2021/22???? ure a Suhkusa O G) LAL

[buurnt-toast]

Finished jr idk what to do now💔

[hydrasaura]

This is how I look at other people living their successful lives while mine races towards total annihilation

[aquamarixx]

breaking the internet

blue lock longfic series pairing hiori yo x reader contains slow slow slow burn, post blue lock timeskip, afab!reader, angst, fluff

SYNOPSIS

Hiori Yo may be one of Bastard München’s most technically gifted players, but he’s hardly the most popular. Stoic, soft-spoken, and an unapologetic introvert, Hiori’s tactical and supportive play style tends to get overshadowed by his flashier, extroverted teammates. Fame was never his goal—until, unexpectedly, it finds him.

When a mid-season slump raises doubts about the team’s future, an insightful article by an up-and-coming sports journalist shines a new light on his understated brilliance and strategic approach. Her piece goes viral, drawing fresh interest in both the team and Hiori, and challenges the flashy “egoist” narrative with a deeper look at his impact.

As her articles captivate fans and bring unexpected attention to Hiori, their interactions both on and off the field spark a fan-fueled fascination. Their chemistry is undeniable, to say the least, and Bastard München’s marketing team jumps on the opportunity of pairing them in official content. 

What begins as a mere marketing tactic quickly becomes more personal. As their chemistry continues to captivate fans, Hiori finds it harder and harder to ignore the person who believed in him before anyone else did. He wants her to keep watching him, to see the player he’s becoming — and for the first time, he doesn’t mind the attention.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s not the only one getting caught up in the unexpected connection under the eyes of the world who’s watching, waiting and hoping for something more.

CHAPTER LIST (ongoing)

chapter one (1.6k words) after Bastard München's third loss, Hiori Yo finds a spark of hope in a warm, unexpected article by a cute keen-eyed journalist

chapter two (2.6k words) Hiori discovers Miss Journalist might be a loyal fan of his — and learns the hard way that stalking someone on Winstagram can quickly get complicated.

chapter three part 1 Miss Journalist follows the day-in-the-life of Bastard München for the midseason promos, unexpectedly bringing her closer to Hiori in ways she didn’t anticipate.

chapter three part 2 after one video and a candid photo, Miss Journalist and Hiori go viral as their chemistry together off-camera stirs up unexpected fan attention, leaving them both wondering what’s next.

chapter four (5.3k words) a whirlwind of chaos and laughter turns into something much more when Miss Journalist and Hiori Yo can't ignore the spark between them any longer.

chapter five (4.1K words) a win turns bittersweet for Hiori when the person he wants to share it with the most seems just out of reach—as he sees Miss Journalist running towards someone else.

chapter six (5.1k words) a series of misunderstanding and lack of communication finally leads Hiori and Miss Journalist to talk, once and for all.

chapter seven (4.9k words) Hiori and Miss Journalist share more than just a passionate night, opening up about their relationship and the uncertain future that lies ahead.

chapter eight (3.9k words) when some clout chaser claims to be the mystery girl in the photo, Hiori shuts down the rumors and teases about the girl who truly has his heart

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

author's notes: i have hiori yo brainrot for weeks now. and i just have to get this out of my system because i fear for the lack of hiori fanfics for my himejoshis out there (if there are any huhu) it is a very lengthy synopsis so bear with me, it's my first time writing a fanfic will update the chapter list as soon as i have the energy to finish it

[normansnt]

The real him

(Alastor x male overlord!reader)

No warnings my loves

Perhaps some grammatical errors🥹

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Alastor was walking down the street to attend the overlords meeting that was taking place today. He has been absent for quite some time so he has not been to one in a while, and honestly he was kind of excited to go again. Not because he cared so much about what they had to say oh no, of course it was useful information for his plan but the one true reason he went was not something, it was someone.

You.

The overlord of music. Since he was the radio demon and you were the music demon you naturally had something to do with each other. Not to mention it just so happened that you both liked jazz that was a first bonding point.

The moment you became an overlord and turned up on one of the meetings Alastor was delighted by you. You were younger than most of them around the age of the Vees however you are very respectful towards the elder overlords. And even though you were one of the strongest ones you were not egoistic at all. If anything Alastor would call you quite humble. You had a happy air around you similar to Charlie, but he could see the smartness and cunningness underneath. For anyone else you just seemed like any happy go lucky idiot in hell but Alastor knew better. He knew that you could not have become an overlord without brains, all though the Vees achieved it. It only took him one conversation with you to know that sly brain of yours which was probably one of the smartest in the room, despite your young age.

Before he left hell it has become a habit that you two sat down for a coffee after meetings and you could talk for hours, one of your favorite activities was playing chess together.

To put it short. Alastor absolutely adored you, and loved spending time with you. The only thing that made him feel even a little bit sad when he left was the thought of not seeing you for a long time.

"Alastor, how fare thee, this way"

Alastor was too caught up in his daydreams about you to notice the tall figure appearing before him.

"Greetings, Zestial" he looked at the overlord while they made their way to the meeting.

"Ah, the weather, doth become this fine day."

"Indeed, looks like we might have some acid rain this afternoon!"

"If our luck doth hold! I do revel in the screams. How art thou?It has been an age since thou hath graced us thy presence. Some hath spun wild tales of you falling to...holy arms."

"Oh, I just took a well-earned sabbatical, nothing serious. Though it's fun to keep everyone on their toes!" Laughed Alastor

"Quite intriguing, Some of us did miss thee more than others" smiled Zestial mysteriously.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Asked back Alastor his smile never wavering.

"Thee knoweth what I mean a certain youngster did miss thy presence gravely"

"(Y/N)?"

"Indeed"

To this Alastor's smile lessened just the littlest bit, barely seeable to naked eye truly. He was not pleased that he caused you sadness. All though deep down in his cold dead heart a spark of warmth emerged to the thought that you missed him.

"Well than shall we proceed" said Zestial at last.

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When Alastor and Zestial arrived at the meeting he was disappointed to notice that you were no where to be seen. Nonetheless he took his seat, hoping that you will turn up since you do have a habit of losing track of time.

So the meeting began, Alastor sat next to Rosie a charming Women overlord of the cannibal town also a good friend of yours and Alastor.

"Ahhh Alastor such a pleasure to see you again, someone has become quite broody without you here." The powerful women finished her sentence with a cheeky grin.

"Yes it has been brought to my attention as well however I do not see the culprit here anywhere."

"Ohh you know the clumsy, he is always late."

About 10 minutes after the meeting began Velvette bursted through the door throwing the head of an exorcist of the table, and you walked in calmly behind her.

"Must you make such an entrance, and oh look at that now you got blood all over the table you could do it less flashy you know" you said looking at the media demon.

"I'm sorry for being late Velvette here was holding me up" you said rolling your eyes while she stuck her middle finger in your face.

"Anyways what are we-" you stopped talking when you saw Alastor. Your face broke out in a grin which you quickly tried to cover up with a cough and took your place besides Rosie.

"It's quite all right (Y/N) we know how...annoying the Vees can be" said Carmilla smiling at you slightly. You had a friendly relationship with most every overlord, even the Vees all though that was more professional.

After that you had trouble focusing, all you could think about was what you would say to Alastor after the meeting.

When Velvette jumped unto the table and started very disrespectfully yelling at Zestial and Carmilla you wanted to step in but Rosie put her hand on yours shaking her head slightly.

Alastor chuckled, a real hearty quet chuckle not a mocking one. He has always adored the way you like to stand up for people. He often wondered how you ended up in hell. Now he knows of course, your coffee 'dates' have turned quite deep sometimes, thus you are pretty much the only person who knows him. Not his grin he always wears, not his charmingly sick personality, him.

After the rather quick meeting you waited for Alastor outside of the meeting room. You were quite nervous you have not seen him in 7 years.

When Alastor saw you waiting outside he walked over. You waited till the other overlords have left the scene and the moment you could not see any of them anymore you jumped into Alastors arms.

Now, Alastor did not like physical touch. But this was already a routine for you too. Since you are a very touchy person and he does not like it at all you started off slow. Putting your hand on his shoulder as greeting and goodbye. Than patting his back and this way you guys slowly went up to a point where he was comfortable with hugging you. And now he loves it. But only if its you.

"(Y/N)...I've heard you missed me."he stated while smiling, not grinning, smiling at you.

"Weelll, I mean its no secret that you are my favorite there" you smiled shyly

"Only there?" He asked smiling egoistically exactly knowing your answer.

"All right, all right mr.bigshot however that doesn't explain why you were gone for 7 years without telling me where you were?"

You might be happy to see him now but that doesn't change the fact that he hurt you when he left without telling you.

His smile faltered a bit

He took your hand and next thing you know is you guys ended up in his room in the Hazbin Hotel.

Now he could let the smile go. All though a soft one remained on his lips.

"Everything in its time my dear"

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SALUTATIONS, GOOD TO BE BACK ON THE AIR

YES I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE SOMEONE WITH STYLE-

Ok I'll stop

You see...I WATCHED HAZBIN HOTEL AND ITS AN OBSESSION THE SONGS, THE ART, THE CHARACTERS AAAAAHHHGSHHSGJSGS ITS SOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD

I already have at least 5 more fics in my notes just waiting to be published but I might wait with those cuz I really have to proof read them cuz when I type fast (like when I have too many ideas in my head cuz I have a new hyperfixation) I make the stupidest ass mistakes😭

SOOOO ANYWAAAHYYSSSS

Thank you so much for reading ladies, gentleman and other, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

[merlinssassybeard]

'Ex' Husband Gojo - Better without me

Part 2 || series masterlist

Tags- gojo x fem reader, angst, fluff

Synopsis- A look at Gojo's feelings for his now estranged wife. While his wife goes through a breakdown

7th December, 2016

It was Satoru's 27th birthday.

Satoru knew but it really wasn't his priority honestly. Besides, he's not really in a mental state to even think of it.

He recalls how you, his wife, would plan various different things each year for his birthday. You, his joy and the light of his dim life.

All gone now...

Gojo had finished his mission overseas as soon as he could and returned back to Tokyo to submit reports of the mission and then again had to leave for his next mission in Seoul, South Korea.

He was aware of the incident with you just a day ago. Shoko had told him that it was just dehydration which caused a little fever and that everything's okay.

Gojo wasn't convinced. He didn't knew why, even when he wanted to believe Shoko, his six eyes indicated otherwise. They tell him there's more and Shoko probably knows but staying quiet.

Satoru had a few hours in his hand before leaving for the Airport check in by 4 am.

He decided he'd go to the Estate, which now belonged to you (not legally). He wanted to drop by the souvenirs from that particular day since he didn't really got any chance to.

Satoru Gojo is very prideful and quite egoistic and that is no secret. One day, his pride and ego will be the death of him.

7th December 2016 || 1 am

Satoru arrived at the Estate.

The air felt heavy but he went in anyways. Flashes of that day playing endlessly in his head. How everything unfolded and how you ran after him to stop him but his infinity barred you. Satoru feels guilty.

He usually doesn't have any guilt or regret regarding anything but with you... its different. He shouldn't have just walked away maybe. Maybe talking to you and trying to understand you where you're coming from would've helped.

He enters the house and is welcomed by the sleepy head staff.

"Welcome back Lord Satoru. Shall i prepare your room? I'll warm the food-", the head staff, Mr Kawaguchi, asked.

"No need", "is y/n asleep? How's she doing?", Satoru asked as if didn't even hear what Mr Kawaguchi said.

"Yes, Lord Satoru, Lady y/n is better now.", he said and started guiding Gojo to the room where you resided, "Lady y/n had trouble sleeping so the doctor had prescribed some sleeping pills"

Both of them reached outside your room. Satoru ordered the Mr Kawaguchi to leave him.

Satoru closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress his intrusive thoughts of hugging you and tell you that he's sorry (something he would never utter), have a conversation with you to figure things out on what is the root cause of such an abrupt bringing up of something as hideous as a Divorce.

He opened the sliding doors and entered the room for the first time after the last time he'd been here.

You were sleeping on your back with your arms all around and legs in another direction, trying to cover all of the space of the bed as much as you could.

This was your marital bed. A bed custom made to fit the giant 6'4 of a husband of yours.

But now it was just you...

He looked around the room. Recalling the old times, the 4 years of marriage he had.

What a blissful dream it was... just you and him against the world. Deep in love, exploring new things together. The warmth of your palm on his, your blushing cheeks whenever he kissed your lips before leaving for his missions. The nights that he had spent in your warmth on this very bed, in this very room. Old times when you slept in the protection of his big strong arms or when he picked you up from the bed and threw you into the water filled bathtub...

Blissful times indeed...

A smile had crept on Satoru's lips because the memories.

He placed the bag of souvenirs by the bedside table and leaned down to look at your face.

Dark circles, slight hollow cheeks, bony hands, piles and piles of medications.

'Oh what have you done y/n', he thinks looking at you.

If he had to be honest, he's never been this vulnerable in his life like he is now. So many emotions flooding him that he couldn't help but remove his dark glasses and lean down to your face.

He placed his hands gently caressing your soft hair and dropped a kiss on your forehead.

You were lost in your dreams and Satoru was in his. His dreams where he had you and took better care of you and did everything right.

But that's just a dream. A dream with no scope of fulfillment...

He knew this is the last and final time he'll see you this up close.

"Y/n.." he whispered, "I hope you find-", he struggled to say any further but still got himself to say it, "I hope you find someone better who will give you a better life... that i failed too."

Satoru couldn't bear to look at you any further from this moment. He gave his blessings to you for a better life and left that instant.

He knew he won't stop you from leaving if... no, when thats what you want. A person who loves, will never hold their lover captive against their will.

And that's what Satoru believes in...

It was 8am in the morning.

You were sitting in your bed, wrapped in the thick blankets while sipping your soup that your attendant brought while Shoko sat in the gray arm chair beside your bed reading newspaper.

Shoko has been visiting you every morning and evening to check up on you whether you're taking your pills timely and also to give you company considering the fact that you barely have any friends.

Your only friend, if you have to name with whom you would share everything would be Shoko and Mariko Zenin (whom you befriended during Clan meetings.).

You saw today's date.

'7th December', it read.

"Shoko... its his birthday today...", you mumbled with your head bowed

Shoko looked at you and she could see it, all the emotions that reflected on your face.

She wanted to confront you that why don't you tell him that it was all but a mistake afterall didn't he try to persuade you? So this should be easy?

She knew though this isn't the right time because you're still recovering but she couldn't hold herself...

"Y/n", Shoko began and you looked up at her.

"Y/n why don't you tell him about it? He has all the right to know you know! Didn't you say he persuaded you to not to leave? And you don't want to leave either!" She made a point. "So just call... this weird thing between you two off already. And be together"

You kept blankly staring at her.

Is it all really that easy? As if!

"Shoko, i can't." You told her.

"But why? Wouldn't it be easier?"

"Shoko you don't understand! I can't... i can't just tell Satoru that he was going to be father! You don't get it!", you tried to explain her.

"But why? Y/n why? Try me!", Shoko got up from the arm chair and sat on the bed and held your hand.

You didn't want to tell her. You really don't want to but she's the only person whom you trust.

"Shoko you don't get it, you don't get it!", you insisted

"Try me y/n!"

"You won't get it Shoko!", you kept refusing

"Y/n!", Shoko kept insisting.

"Satoru didn't want to be father and that was our mutual agreement before we got married! I've always taken precautions to stand by my word ever since our marriage... but Satoru's family has been pressing me to get pregnant... So i didn't take any pills one day and a month later found out i was carrying... our baby.."

Shoko was left speechless.

But you continued with tears rolling down...

"I thought... when Satoru will return I will tell him everything but before i could... i-i lost our child". You struggled

"Maybe it was the God's way of punishing me for trying to force an innocent man like Satoru something he isn't prepared for.", you laughed through the tears. "Maybe its better this way Shoko. We should Divorce. I can't carry children to make his family happy anyway..."

Shoko wanted to say but the words just wouldn't come to her tongue. Maybe its because its not her place to interfere.

"Y/n...", Shoko didn't know what to say any further so she leaned closer and hugged you.

You hugged her back. You felt like a large rock got off of your chest now that you told her everything...

But things were about to take a different direction because one of the lady staff was secretly eavesdropping your conversation.

And she heard... all of it...

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A/N- The next chapter will be quite spicy ^v^

[colourstreakgryffin]

Is there any chance you write for Adam from Hazbin Hotel? This man has a chokehold on me and I love him sm 😭 If not, I completely understand!!

If you do, could it be with a platonic reader? Like, Reader looks up to Adam ( for whatever reason 😨 ) and kinda just follows him around until he just questions them about and they admit they look up to him.

I COULD IMAGINE HE'S JUST LIKE "Ha! I fuckin' rock, so of course you would."

I am so sorry if this doesn't make much sense 😭

Whatever we like about Adam! I am all for this! I can actually see what you mean; You want it kinda like a big brother thing where we admire him and follow him around but then he confronts us about it and probably likes it since ego-play! I hope I mainly get what you’re asking, loves and thank you! And for real, I can just hear Adam’s voice reading out ‘Ha! I fuckin’ rock, so of course, you would’

Adam- Stem of the Apple

Adam has no clue why you’re following him around… yeah, he looks very cool and he is the best man. He is the original, the strongest, the most unique and the most grand but he isn’t sure if he appreciates fangirls following him around like lost clingy puppies

You just showed up in Heaven and you luckily got to see Adam, but you’re already enamoured by him? He is kinda confused but then again, anybody viewing him as superior is good to him

Adam, however, just decides to embrace it… for a little while. If you’re following him, it means you have good tastes and he won’t be against commending that. Though, he doesn’t really keep it to himself forever. Eventually, he just needs to know WHY you’re always right behind him

Adam suspects a good response. He suspects that you compliment or praise him, he deserves it. Give him what he deserves and don’t you dare hold back. So, as he turns to face you and confronts you, after maybe the fourth whole week of you following him around

He asks the big question: “Why are you following me, Bub?”

Adam is both pleased and surprised by your response. Yes, he’s surprised because you’re not romantically interested in him, you view him as a surrogate older sibling? That’s so interesting. He is basically your ancestor, as the first man ever, and yet. You’re assigning him as your brother

Since it’s amusing, Adam decides to entertain this little delusion fantasy idea of yours and proclaims you can follow him, as long as you always praise him. And just like that, you’ve become Adam’s left-hand angel, right beside Lute. You’re the little ‘sibling’ that gets to express how much they look up to him

Adam soaks up the glory and the praise, bringing you close to him and booping your nose. Just proudly claiming that you’re a good little one for admiring and looking up to the right angel in Heaven. He mainly likes you, due to how much you express what you find amazing about him. You’re his little complimentary machine and for that, he’s protective over you and keeps you away from those awful demons

Adam cannot afford losing his most favourite and most open fan. So, you don’t often do as much as work as he does, you’re more there to be given special treatment for expressing awe to him, further feeding his huge ego and it seems you don’t mind how crude or egotistical he is

You know Adam will show off to get praise from you so he’ll play his sick holy guitar at random, waiting for you to openly express how amazed you are at his guitar-playing skills and of course, he gets that as soon as he finishes. He has become quite a fan of playing his guitar and playing songs so his little fan-sibling can idolise him more

Adam will actually give you affection and gifts… conditionally. Only conditionally. If you praise him and give him all the egoistical fuel he requires, he will keep feeding your own admiration for him so the cycle continues

Does Adam view you as a sibling? Kinda… but mainly, he sees you as a way to fuel his greatness and he is kinda manipulating you but he does care about you. You’re a good person and for that, he can’t really bring himself to just push you away

“What’cha thinkin’, dove? Like the song? Yeah. That’s right, I am the best guitarist in this realm after all. Listen to my next work, you’ll love it”

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

𝒫𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝑒𝒻

Diluc x reader

You took all the pillows in the shared bed, therefore, Diluc had to find an alternative.

Fluff : No Trigger Warnings

800 words

My lovely husband Diluc deserves comfort and we deserve cuddles so here is something that I really enjoyed writing, I really hope this is good though, thus feedback is always appreciated <3

Diluc had enough of this. 

He loves you more than anything, undoubtedly so. 

But this had to stop tonight. 

You were always stealing all the pillows in your shared bed. 

“You little egoistic”, Diluc murmured while watching you sleep like a baby, with his heavy eyes. Although, even if the red-haired man was annoyed at this, he couldn’t help but gazed at you with so much love. 

Diluc gave up on trying to get back to sleep after a moment. 

Choosing for now to lay on his side, facing you, his left arm under his head, bringing him little to no comfort. Watching you sleep fondly was at least soothing him, a little smile forming on his lips at the picture before him.

Your head was resting on three pillows, while your hands were holding tightly a fourth pillow. His pillow. Diluc pouted at that. How many pillows do you need to fall asleep, he wondered. 

Your eyes were shut peacefully, your mouth slightly agape, letting little snores slip from it. For a thief, you were indeed quite cute, he thought. 

But even now, it seems that all the pillows weren’t enough for your slumber, when your hand unconsciously reaches for Diluc's shirt. His figure, apparently not close enough to your own body. Making Diluc chuckles quietly at your cuteness for the umpteenth time today. His own hand finding its way to the top of your head, threading his fingers through your hair to caress it gently for a moment. His calloused hand then decided to run lightly on your cheekbones, his thumb finishing the loving caress by cuddling your cheeks affectionately. 

Your lover could almost fall asleep like this. Lulled by your little sleepy sounds, and the feeling of your soft skin under his dancing fingers. 

Almost. If only his neck wasn’t bent in half, under his arm for several minutes now. 

Fortunately Diluc was resourceful. If he couldn’t have his pillows then he would find something else to sleep on. Luckily, someone highly enticing was laying just in front of him. He just had to remove the pillow in between your arms, throwing it at the same time to the other side of the room, to take place in between your arms. His head relaxing on your chest, he couldn’t deny the fact that you were indeed even more comfortable than the pillows. He let out a little sigh at the warmth embracing his whole body, making him hold you tighter with his arms caging you in, wanting you as close to him as he could. 

“You are crushing me right now”, came your voice heavy with sleep, not without a little chuckle from your part at the sight of your husband attached to you and without any intention of letting go. Diluc being too comfortable on his newly found pillow was a sight to behold, his broad back was covering most of your form while his loosen bright red hair cascaded on his side. You couldn't resist stroking his head lovingly, almost making him purr from the oh so pleasant sensation you were gifting him with your fingers. 

Diluc was quick to answer, “A certain someone apparently stole all the pillows from me, thus I had no better choice than to find a better one, little thief.” While his hand found its way under your shirt, drawing random little shapes on your side playfully, “I don’t regret my choice though, it seems that this pillow is warmer, cozier and mainly…more exquisite I would dare to say”, your partner finishes with a kiss on your collarbones. 

“I'm happy to be of use then”, you joked at him while still combing through his wild mass of hair, looking at him with a bright smile. 

Diluc put all his weight on his arms to get eye-level with you, returning to his usual serious self for a second, “I always think that I can’t be more enamored with you than I am at the moment, still, each time I share a split second with you, I can not be more wrong”. 

With that, you can’t find any words to match the passion from Diluc’s words, your eyes watering at the expanse of his love for you, that you can only return with a kiss, one mimicking the same fervor as his, your tongues dancing with each other for a short moment, but long enough to replicate your shared feelings. 

With a last peck on your lips, Diluc returns to his previous position, his head on your chest with his hands under your shirt to let his fingers glide across your warm skin, while your own are lacing through his hair. A shared soothing moment, relishing the presence of the other, that soon changes to a deep slumber in a loving embrace.

[popponn]

call you later; 1.

notes: what if you didn't pick up their call? they left a voicemail, in their own ways. characters: isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, seishirou nagi. [ part 2 : rin, bachira ]

isagi yoichi

Probably felt a little bit sad you didn’t pick up. You are probably his first crush—and only, for a long time, maybe, and this boy is committed with capital C when he is into something—so don’t be too hard on him. Like, hey, his #2 after the soccer itself didn’t pick up his phone? Poor guy.

But like the considerate boy off the pitch he is, Yoichi will immediately give you a brief of what he wanted to tell you before leaving the classic note of ‘i will call you again later’. It won’t be overly long, as he prefers to talk to you rather than to the empty void of a voicemail. Or at least he intends so to seem polite and proper, until he stutters and tripped all over his words a little bit. It’s cute though.

All in all, probably one of the most normal guy from Blue Lock, as usual, and whatever sad feelings he had from getting his call not being picked up will be gone the moment he got the chance to talk to you. A little advice, just make sure to actually call him later—knowing you reach out to him as soon as you can will make Mr. Egoist pretty happy.

“Uh, so… are you busy? Wait—you are not picking up of course you are busy…” Yoichi trailed off with a nervous laugh. “But, so, anyway, about our promise to walk around Saitama, I was wondering if your schedule is free this Sunday? I got two weeks off Blue Lock but I kinda want to make sure we can do it as soon as we can, so if anything comes up—ah, but I didn’t mean it in a bad way!”

It took Yoichi a few seconds to gather his composure before he continued, “I mean, uh, yeah, I just want to do it with you soon. I will call you again so we can talk about it later! Work hard, or have a good time! See you!”

itoshi sae

First of all, how dare you. He is famous and probably have people lining up for his number while you get him punching your number and didn’t pick up. Just for that, Sae might throw a tantrum, albeit a silent one.

On a more serious note, he will raise an eyebrow honestly, especially if you are the type to usually answer. But he is pretty independent most of the time, so he will only left a few words on the voice mail. In some occasions, though, when he just calls for the sake of listening to you, he will feel a little bit down. You can cheer him up later—you should, actually. Sometimes talking with Sae requires advanced mind reading technique and when he is a little bit down or pissed you really have to use that skill. Because boy, this guy is pretty constipated emotionally.

So, end notes, just call him real soon, okay? He might act cold and tough but he is also someone whose favorite show is Chibi Maruko-chan. He won’t say much in the voicemail or act like it afterwards, but he might really wait for you to call back, especially if he didn’t hear anything from or about you for a day. Though, honestly, just call him back or answer his next call before five seconds so everyone could be saved from his scathing vocabularies.

“What do you want for dinner? I’m picking you up later,” Sae said without wasting a second. “Hurry up and decide, then call me soon, got it? And in case you are thinking of anything funny, finish whatever you are working on first, then call me as soon as possible.”

For a moment, it was as if he was done. Then, a few beats of silence passed and he continued, “…and honestly… nevermind. Just call me soon.”

nagi seishirou

Yeah, let’s be real—he won’t leave a note and just give up. He willed out energy to call you first and you asked more from him? Wow. The fucking audacity.

But, let’s say, he really really wants to talk to you at the time and is in a really really really good mood—it will be long, if only for the long pauses. He will speaks sparsely, like the personification of bullet notes, as he doesn’t really see the point in talking if you are not really there to begin with. But, at the same time, Nagi Seishirou is also a Blue Lock egoist and he thinks having you listen to his voice note for a long time is not exactly a bad thought.

In the end, though, he really just want to hear your voice, actually. So, sooner or later, he will end the note with a ‘call me soon’ and plays a few games while waiting for you. The guy really need to recharge whatever small battery he has with you, so you really better call back if you don’t want to deal with a pouty Nagi holding a petty grudge for three minutes. And come on, do it for Reo, dude has way too much on his plate already.

“Eh, why are you not picking up?” Seishirou started with a complain, before immediately staying silent for a long time. Clearly on purpose, rather than for trying to remember something. “…I want to talk to you, so call me later, ‘kay?” he continued, in the end. “Choki also misses you by the way. You love Choki, right? So you really better call me back.”

Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Oh, I also have something I want to show you. So, let’s meet up next week. That’s all. Later.”

[waffledforbreakfast]

Sending Love Letters - [MUTI! BLLK X F!READER]

(SEPARATE) pt1

Staring: rin, sae, shidou, niko, kaiser

pt2: ness, otoya, karasu, Reo

[ BLLK Scenario Masterlist ]

TW: heavy ooc, bad grammar, bad spelling, bad formatting, cringe, scuff, etc.

>Rin

Rin just finished showering, and was going through his school bag. 

He tossed a few crumpled pieces of paper away, and pulled out his homework. As he did, a neatly crafted envelope slipped out from his notebook, the heart seal immediately catching his eyes.

He put his work aside and inspected the envelope, he did get occasional confessions at school, but this is the most effort and care he’s seen in one. His name was written in cursive on the back, indicating that the letter was in fact for him.

“Who sent it�� Could it be-No, no no. They wouldn’t…” a familiar name popped into his head, but he’d never admit he was hoping it was you.

Rin sat down on his bed as he tore apart the letter carefully, making sure not to damage the paper. The letter was folded in half, little Sanrio characters around the border and neat handwriting 

His eyes skimmed the paper, reading every word while holding it tightly.

Rin’s face flushed as he read, by the end of it, he was red as a tomato. He’d never gotten so flustered from other confessions, why was it he felt so… strange reading this one? Was it because it was written in your handwriting? Or the fact that it was your initial sighed at the end? 

No no no, surely not. At least that’s what he told himself. “Right… It could be anyone, she’s not the only one with that initial, and there’s no way to be sure it’s her handwriting. She’s probably not the one who sent me this.”

He dropped the paper, losing interest.

Not even 12 seconds passed til he picked it up again, “Sh1t, what if it is her…” Rin’s face reddened at his own thoughts. He looked again at the handwriting.

“I’m sure she wrote this, that’s her handwriting. She always tilts her ‘E’ slightly, and that’s her pen for sure, she always writes in 0.38…. How do I know that-” He buried his face in his arms, embarrassed that he had unintentionally memorised almost everything about her.

“This is so pathetic, what if it’s not her…” he frowned at the thought, he’d spent more time than he’d like to admit on the letter, but he couldn’t bring himself away. He groaned as he fell back onto his pillow. On one hand, the love of his life might like him back, on the other, it could be some extra he didn’t care about.

He lay there for a few moments of silence before getting interrupted 

“So, you like someone?” Sae leaned against the open door of his room, observing Rin and his red face.

“I- HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE FOR!?” Rin shot up, quickly putting the letter under the blankets and threw his pillow at his brother 

Sae tried to hold in a laugh as he caught the pillow “Calm down Rin, I just came to let you know dinner’s ready.” he tossed the pillow back and waited for Rin

The younger brother rolled his eyes, face still red. But he got off his bed and closed the door behind him, heading to the dinner table.

“You should send her a letter back, tell her you like her too” Sae said, walking behind him

“... I don't like her.” Rin lied, trying to convince himself more than his brother

“Sure you don’t, [Y/N] right? You’ve mentioned her a few times”

“Once. I mentioned her once.” Rin glared at Sae

Sae just shrugged “Well, you mentioned her by name, so that’s something. Cmon, let’s eat.”

Rin rolled his eyes, but joined Sae anyway. 

Also Sae def threatened to tell their parents unless Rin told him more 🤭, so after dinner mostly consisted of Sae bullying Rin for it :> 

>Shidou

Shidou just finished showering, and was now lazing around doing nothing.

He was flipping through his sketchbook until he saw a cute envelope taped to an empty page (A/N: for those who don’t know, art’s actually his favourite subject :D we stan artist Shidou (all from the Egoist Bible/Wiki btw) )

He pulled it off with no particular care and would’ve ripped it open if not for the Hello Kitty decorations. Just kidding, he admired it for two seconds before tearing it apart.

He didn’t even read the words at first, he was just looking at the decorations.

That was until he noticed the handwriting, it looked exactly like yours. Then he immediately looked at who signed it, your initial. 

He sat there for a few seconds, contemplating. Did you really write this? Was this really meant for him? The moment that thought crossed his mind, he threw the paper and balled up in anticipation 

He started panicking, “Sh1t, did [Y/N] send this to me?? Fvck fvck fvck- oh g0d…” his face heated up, he didn’t care much about it until the possibility of you being the sender hit him.

Shidou immediately picked the letter back up, and the envelope it came in. His name was written in cursive on the back, and he had a strong feeling it was you. “She has a fountain pen right? This sort of letting can only be done with those kinds of tools, and not everyone has one!” His face lit up, hoping it was you who wrote to him. “Yes yes, I remember she had a bunch of Hello Kitty stickers, i think she was working on this in class too” Shidou recalled you writing with your fountain pen in class while he was working on a  sketch. And he did leave his sketchbook open on a blank page at one point- it was very possible you sent it.

He put the torn envelope down and silently apologized for ripping it before reading the letter. 

He was smiling and blushing through the whole thing, the thought of you liking him almost made him want to explode 😀 

He re-read his favourite part of “I like you, Shidou” like 6 times, and was genuinely freaking out.

He pinned the letter and envelope to his wall, and stared at it for like 2 min before telling himself to pull it together (he didn’t)

He promised he’d go profess his love to you tmr as well before (trying to) sleep.

Shidou was also incredibly grateful that you stuck it on a blank page of his sketchbook, for if you flipped back just a bit, you would’ve discovered all the drawings of you that he’d make in whatever classes he had with you.

And after he remembers to confess, he’ll add your letter and envelope to the little box of other drawing of you under his bed :3 

(Also I promise he uses those pictures for NORMAL purposes-) 

>Sae

(School AU! So he’s 3rd year highschool, Rin’s in his last year of secondary)

Sae was finally done with school, all he had to do now was to pick up Rin.

So he waited outside the school gates and scrolled his phone

“Nii-Chan!” Rin walked up to Sae, having grown the same height

“Hey Rin” Sae ruffled his hair, to which Rin frowned “Ready to go?”

Rin nodded before following Sae home, but then something caught his eye.

“There’s something in your hood, hold up.” Rin plucked the envelope out and looked at it, “There’s a heart stamp, is it from your girlfriend?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend” Sae rolled his eyes “You can throw it out”

“What? I thought you liked [Y/N]? What if she sent this?” 

“No I don’t.” Sae kept a straight face but paused “... Actually give me that” he snatched the paper out of his hands and inspected it carefully. He did remember when he was sleeping in his last class you walked by him, so there was a chance it was your doing.

Sae shoved it into his pocket, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Rin gave him a side eye, but kept quiet.

Once they got home, Sae went and locked himself in his room, which Rin did find a bit strange….

Sae sat down and took the letter out, the possibility of you sending it never leaving his thoughts.

He cut through the envelope with a letter opener and examined the contents. 

Sae read each word, letter them set in. His face would imply that he didn’t care, but the mere action of reading it would say otherwise. His hyper beating heart and racing thoughts weren’t helping either.

After he finished going through it, he had to take a moment to process. He then read it again to make sure he got it right. Sure there was no way to be sure you were the sender, but who else could it be? The 20 other people in the clash who probably also like him? Probably not.

“Sh1t, what do I do tomorrow… do i kiss her?? No no, that’s too soon.” Sae felt disappointed in himself for not knowing anything about romance or love. “Maybe I should just invite her to my soccer game, that’ll impress her.”

Suddenly, a knock his door was soon followed by Rin’s voice, “Dinner’s ready”

Sae sighed and put the letter away, telling himself he’ll deal with it later before joining his family for dinner

“So, Sae” His mother smirked, “Rin told me you have a girlfriend?”

Sae’s face turned to one of shock, embarrassment and betrayal. He turned to Rin and frowned at him. “He’s lying.” Sae stuffed some noodles into his face, not wanting to talk about it

His mother rolled her eyes, finding this very amusing. “You should write back, it’s impolite to keep her waiting.”

“Sure…” Sae said, pretending to only be half-listening, “That’s not a terrible idea…”

>Niko

“Thank you” Niko gave the school librarian a quick bow, taking the manga in his hands. He just finished a series and was looking to start a new one, luckily the librarian had some recommendations, and it seemed that she very much wanted him to read it

He went to the back of the library and sat down on one of the bean bags and started flipping through it. It was a manga about high school romance, and though this was not usually his cup of tea, it was highly rated online so he thought he’d take a look.

He sat for a few hours, just reading it, occasionally sipping snacking on some pocky

Niko had just finished the first volume, and was about to go get the second one, until he saw an envelope sticking out from the last page

He took it out and held it up to the light, there seemed to be a letter inside, and based off the heart seal on the front, it was probably a love letter. 

“Should I open it? No that’s rude, it’s not mine anyway… but how would they know? Who is this even for?” he flipped the envelope around, and there was his name written out in cursive

He had to take a moment to process, this was meant for him?? He looked around, confused. Was someone watching him? But he was the only person in the library at the time, “Please don’t tell me I have a stalker…” 

He opened the envelope nonetheless, and started reading. He found it very hard to believe that someone liked him, barely any girls talked to him. Except for you

Niko’s face flushed, was it really possible that you sent it to him? No no, there’s no way you like him. Right? I mean sure, the signed initial was yours, but there’s just no way! 

He went back up to the front desk to interrogate the librarian. And to get the next volume of the manga

But the librarian insisted that she didn’t know anything, but the smile on her face said otherwise. Niko sighed, slightly disappointed that she wouldn’t tell him if you were the sender, or if it was staged at all. What if you were just trying to embarrass him?!

He took the second volume and left with the letter in hand, feeling unsatisfied 

Niko couldn’t stop thinking of you, even once he got home. He re-read it like 20 times, arguing with himself about what to do.

He groaned, “I should really do something else, I've been spending too much time on this.” Niko picked up his book and decided to read that instead.

But he didn’t make it very far before you invaded his mind, curse the book for being a romantic one.

Niko sighed, he should really sort this out, shouldn’t he? Or the feeling will eat at his heart forever. He hesitated before dialing up Aiku. Was this a good idea? Probably not, but whatever.

“Heyyy, Niko my man, wassup?”

“K so, there’s this girl I like…”

Niko explained the situation quickly to him, and asked him for his advice

“Pull her in by the hips and say her lips look lonely!” Aiku said confidently

“... I’m hanging up.”

“NIKO NOO-”

Niko sat there in silence, wondering what to do now. “I should probably confess too… BUT WHAT IF SHE WASN’T EVEN THE SENDER?”

Just then, he got a text from Aiku,

“Just send her a letter back ;)” -> “Thank you, for your one good piece of advice.”

>Kaiser

Kaiser had gotten back from practice a while ago, now scrolling his phone.

Suddenly, a message appeared.

[IMAGE]

Usually Kaiser would’ve just let Ness do it for him, but Isagi called him a brainless b1tch the other day, so he felt the need to prove him wrong

Kaiser sighed as he opened the math workbook, most things being written by Ness

He flipped until he got to the assigned pages, throwing some headphones on to focus

He pulled out his pen and got to work. A pencil you say? Tch, those are for people who make mistakes, Kaiser cleared the questions easily.

“That was easy, see Isagi? I’m not the dumb one.” he smugly thought to himself 

He was about to put the book away, until an envelope popped out.

“Did Ness leave this here?” he took the paper in his hands, flipping it around. His name was written out in fancy cursive, this definitely wasn’t Ness’

Kaiser didn’t hesitate for a second before ripping it open and reading it

With every word written, his pride and ego grew. And by the end, he was 100% sure he was gonna bag you. Was it even proven that you were the one who sent it? No- but he was convinced you liked him.

He wondered how long the letter was in there for, it’s been a while since he’s touched his math homework.

A/N: Yea im just posting all wattpad stuff now.... i feel forced to put an A/N

[suhkusa]

EGOIST 17.

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader

CW. plot, angst, smut, very much uh-oh-moment

A/N. ruh roh

-> MASTERLIST.

The morning goes by in a blur, and before you know it you’re on the bus on the way to the big stadium. Atsumu didn’t even have to ask, opting to just take the seat. 

Unlike the last time, you two chatted the whole way down. You guys had to be shushed by a couple other players who were trying to nap, to which the two of you snickered.

Once you guys arrive, the Coach sends you on errands. Taking final notes on the Adlers, meeting with camera crews, grabbing schedules. You nearly broke out in a sweat by how much you were running around. The arena was huge. You definitely got your steps in for the day.

By the time you make it back to the team’s locker room, everyone is already ready. 

“Y/N, go ahead and fix yourself up and meet us out there for the pre-game interviews,” Foster tells you.

The rest of the guys trickle out and you can hear as they chatter with the interviewers outside of the room. Quickly, you grab your brush and fix your hair. Grabbing your oil blotting sheets, you dab them on your face before finishing up with some lip oil.

You join the rest of the outside before a woman with a “PRESS” lanyard walks up to you. The microphone is shoved in your face before you know it.

“How is it being the Jackal’s manager?”

“Not bad, I love being able to be apart of this team and the players make it easy,”

She nods at your response, “Do you think they’re gonna manage this Championships? Last year they lost against the Adlers,”

Your eyes widen a bit but you manage to put your best poker face, “Of course! They’ve been doing tons of practicing and have improved immensely over this past season,”

She nods once more, “Alright, thank you for your time!”

Once she walks away you can feel yourself become self conscious. Did you look okay?

A hand on your shoulder shakes you out of your thoughts, “How’d it go?”

“Atsumu! I didn’t know I was going to be interviewed,” you sigh, “I think it went okay,”

“Yeah, I’m sure you did fine,” he smiles, “the coach wants you, we’re about to walk out to the court,” 

You spare him a nod before walking away to find Foster.

You can hear all the announcers and fans from where you and the team stood. They were just finishing up announcing Adler's team. You peek out and see the light colors change as the announcers call the “MSBY Jackals” out to the court.

All the players run out, you wish them the best of luck as they pass by you. Atsumu spares you a wink as he rushes by, causing you to roll your eyes.

You and the coach Foster follow shortly behind as you two find the team’s benches. You cheer as they introduce the starting line up. 

With a blow of a whistle, the game commences.

Bokuto starts the match off with a strong serve, earning the Jackal’s the first point of the game. You go wild along with the crowd. 

With all the hardcore practicing the men have been put through, they easily take the first two sets. It’s a tug of war for the next two sets, the Adler’s pulling out their star player Hoshiumi from the benches, boosting their team’s morale and offense.

You're on your toes by the 5th set. Your inner cheek is chewed raw with how badly you were anxiously gnawing at it. It’s so scary, especially with how the Adlers manage a 5 point lead from the get-go. 

Fosters chooses to call for a timeout, leading you to stand up and help the boys cool down. You hand them towels, water, and any words of encouragement you’re able to get out. 

“Y/N,” Atsumu calls from behind you, and you can tell from his face alone that he's heated.

“Calm down, you were doing good, don’t let them shake you,” you take the towel wrapped around his neck and wipe his forehead. “Drink more water, the timeouts about to end,”

Atsumu nods before taking the bottle out of your hand, chugging it down before nodding at you and making his way back to the court.

After multiple grueling rallies, the Jackal’s manage to finally catch up, 10-9. 

There’s people booing and cheering, it’s all overwhelming. You just want them to take it home.

The Jackals continue to score, point after point. The Adlers are on their tail, but still can’t catch up to them.

With the slam of a ball, the stadium roars. 15-13, the Jackals have finally ended this match, crowning them the Champions of this volleyball season.

The men are screaming and yelling, bumping against each other as they cheer. Some are in tears and some are smiling so hard their cheeks might fall off. You don’t realize you’re crying until the Coach slaps you on the back, pulling you in for a hug. 

He releases you as a cameraman approaches him, allowing you to grab your bag from under the benches.

You’re in the air before you know it, “Hey- Atsumu!”

You’re smiling as you look down at him. 

“You did it!”

There’s no words spoken before he pulls you in for a hug. A big, warm, sweaty hug. Despite all that, it’s comforting. You hug him back, face buried in his uniform as you congratulate him.

You’re caught off guard when a warm kiss is placed on the crown of your head. You look up at him, confusion hinted in your eyes, before he releases you to join Sakusa and Meian in their interviews.

“Y/N, let’s go to the locker room while we wait,” Foster catches your attention.

“Yes, sir,” you smile.

Once the boys finish their interviews, the locker room is loud. There’s music, champagne being popped, cheers. Cameramen and their crew are shoved in there trying to get postgame footage.

You’re caught up in the fun of it all when Sakusa catches your attention,

“You with Miya?” he questions, a small smile tugging the side of his mouth.

“Ah-” you’re not sure why you’re surprised, it’s not like you guys hid it, “Sort of, we’re just talking,”

“I see,” he nods in understanding, “you should hop on the game, the other guys miss you,”

You smile back up at him and nod before you join in with the cheers once again.

———

The guys decide to not to hit the usual spot, all of them being tuckered out and ready to sleep. Meian decided that there will be a party at a later date, which you don’t complain about. You were ready to knock out.

“Y/N,” Atsumu catches you before you get into your car, “you want to come over?”

“It’s late,” you whine, “Maybe tomorrow?”

“C’mon my house is closer, it’s literally down the street,”

True.

You felt yourself being dragged along to Atsumu’s shenanigans once again, collapsing onto his bed as soon as you got the chance.

“Sooo tired,” Atsumu mocks before he collapses on top of you, nearly squashing you to death.

“F-uck,” you squeal, “I can’t breathe you pig,”

He laughs as you struggle to get him off of you. When he finally decides you’ve had enough, he rolls off of you, allowing the two of you to be side to side.

“Whew,” he breathes out, “I deserve an award,” he turns his head to you, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“Ugh,” you shove him, “in your wildest dreams,”

“At least a kiss,” he pouts.

You laugh, “You’re so ugly,” you smile before leaning into a smooshed kiss. It’s messy but it’s warm.  

It’s just a kiss, until it’s not. And once again, you find yourself falling into Atsumu’s trap again. He’s on top of you, and weirdly enough, you want more.

You’ll blame it on your stupid hormones and adrenaline but it feels like you need him. You’re tugging him closer and closer until you’re essentially one.

Your shirt is guided off, “Fuck, you’re perfect,” you hear him mutter as a hand sneaks under your bra to thumb at the nipple. 

You’re gasping into his mouth, hips rising into his as a plea for more. And he gives in. Lifting your hips, he tugs your bottoms off before tugging his dick from his briefs.

You’ve felt how big he was but you never saw his actual length before, and big it was. It almost made you want to back out, but the ache in your cunt begged for otherwise.

“Please,” you moan as his hand hovers over your pussy, “‘Tsumu,”

“So impatient,” he chuckles, “whatever you want,”

He slowly works a lengthy finger into your hole, curling it inside of you and watching as your face contorts with pleasure. 

Another one is added, stretching you out in preparation for himself. He works them in and out of you, cooing words of praise into your ear. 

You’re practically riding his fingers, hips moving on their accord as you fuck yourself on his girthy digits. Your relief is pulled from underneath you as he tugs his fingers from out of you. 

You whine at the emptiness, “please,” you’re tugging at tufts of hair on the back of his head. 

“Yeah, yeah, just you wait,” he mumbles as he lines himself up to your entrance, hissing as his tip slowly squeezes into your tight cunt.

Tears prod at your eyes as you begin to feel full of him. You grasp onto his back as he thrusts into you, dick plummeting your insides as you moan into his ear.

“So good,” you sob, “Want you,”

You can see him hide a smile through your wet eyes before he pulls your chin to face him for another sloppy kiss. Your bodies are in harmony as he fucks you through your tears. You’re babbling nonsense as he groans from the grip your cunt has on him.

Yes, you’ve had your own fair share of fucks, but it’s never been this good. His hands move down to your ass, gripping the flesh there as he continues to fuck you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Atsumu grunts, breath heavy from the force he’s using.

His words push you closer to edge until you’re gasping as you cum around his cock, twitching as your orgasm rips through your body.

“Holy shit,” Atsumu nearly struggles to pull himself from inside you, until white ropes of cum spill from his tip onto your stomach, the warmth of it on your skin spreading through your body.

Your head feels fuzzy, as the aftermath of your relief washes over you. 

Through wet lashes you can see him smirk down at you, “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

Atsumu’s gentle, compared to earlier, when he wipes you down. A soft, warm rag makes its way from your head down to your sensitive heat as he cleans you. 

“You’re beautiful, Y/N,” Atsumu whispers as he works one his shirts onto your body, “I love you,”

After cleaning himself up, he finds a space on the bed next to you, tucking the both of you in. At the feeling of his presence, you move closer to him and tuck your head near the crevice of his neck. 

“I like you, too,” is all you are able to mumble out before the feeling of slumber takes you away.

———

Atsumu smiles as you fall asleep in his arms. He’s about to join you when a ping on his phone catches his attention.

Osamu [2:43AM]: yo have you seen this? {link attachment}

Atsumu clicks the link before it takes him to Twitter, and his jaw nearly drops out of its socket. 

It’s a picture of you and Sakusa walking out of the bar and into a car with the caption, “MSBY MANAGER SLEEPING AROUND WITH FELLOW PLAYERS? Learn more…”.

It wasn’t just any picture. It was one that Atsumu took.

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Both Ends Cleared Special Story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

This is in his POV

nsfw, minors dni

Today, I’ll tell you a story about me, a man named Roger Barel.

Someone, whose face I don’t remember anymore, once asked me something.

“Why do you live so recklessly?”

I absolutely don’t like wasting anything or being idle.

“Finding a way to get rid of curses” is a huge research project, and time keeps ticking away.

Even with a shortened lifespan, I wanna dig even deeper with my research.

Going on missions for Crown’s like gathering information, and my trivial everyday interactions, research.

With my boxing hobby to train my body and long hours of research, the only rest I get’s when I sleep or drink.

If my brain could stay in a fresh state, then I’d do research forever.

—At least, that’s what I thought. But apparently I’ve been changing lately.

--

Only “her” footsteps were distinct to my ears.

When the basement opened, I saw her face before I heard her voice.

Kate: Roger! I’ve sorted all your data on the Cursed by year!

Roger: Done already? That’s my dog-assistant-partner for you.

Kate: …What about lover.

Roger: Haha, I left it out on purpose. Thanks Kate, you’ve been a big help.

With the way Kate was beaming, if she were a dog, her tail would be wagging.

(You’re as cute as ever)

Kate: So…Do you remember our “promise”?

Roger: Yeah, “after finishing a task I assigned you, I’ll grant one request.” What did you want so badly?

Kate: Um, there’s a place I want to go—

--

Kate dragged me to—

(...The hell?)

—A group of people lying down on the grass.

They weren’t just lying down, they were all spacing out, as if their souls were sucked out.

Kate: It’s an “do nothing party” where busy people gather for a short break.

Roger: Do nothing?

Kate: Yes, Ellis told me it’s been secretly been in fashion in London.

Roger: Where does that guy even learn about this kind of stuff?

Kate: Hehe. Roger, you lie down too. Come on!

Kate spread out a large blanket she brought and lay down. 

(...Just doing nothing, huh? If Kate wants to, then I’ll go along with it)

I lay down next to her…

A blue sky filled my vision.

(...)

(...Has the sky always been this blue?)

(And I can hear the wind)

Despite the sky being around forever and my abnormal hearing, it felt as if I was experiencing these things for the first time.

Kate: …I’m sorry.

Roger: …What for?

Kate: I know you hate being idle and that you’d rather be spending your free time doing research. But we still have to live… The fight against despair never ends. Which is why if you keep running at full speed, you’ll run out of breath.

Roger: …

Kate: Sometimes you just need to pause, breathe, take a break.

Kate glanced at me and smiled.

Kate: Let’s run together again.

(So that’s it. That’s what Kate wanted to tell me.)

She said it casually, but the kindness in those words made it sink in.

It’s like I realized I hadn’t noticed the blue sky or sound of wind in a while.

(...Ah, I see. I’ve been acting reckless ‘cause I might’ve been “scared”)

For some time, I’ve felt like if I didn’t find a way to get rid of curses, then there was no reason for me being born.

I definitely felt that if I didn’t pursue my ambitions, I’d be betraying the people important to me.

So I continue to egoistically devote all my time into pursuing my ambitions.

(But humans aren’t kept alive only because they have meaning)

Every human’s existence was equally meaningful.

Though I came to realize that I didn’t apply this to myself.

(Having free will and fulfilling your ambitions makes you a villain)

(So I’ve been living life by getting rid of all the wasted needed to feel alive)

I don’t know if Kate did it on purpose, but she taught me some important things. To pay her back for these important lessons—

(Let’s enjoy this lovely idleness to the fullest)

Roger: Kate, let’s go.

Kate: Huh? Are we going back to work?

Roger: Nope. Sitting idle’s fine , but I wanted to spoil my cute lover. We can go shopping, eat, or go on a sightseeing cruise. What do you wanna do?

There were sparkles in Kate’s widened eyes.

Kate: All of the above!

Roger: Pfft, hahaha! Alright, we’ll do all of it. Come on, let’s go. Take my hand.

--

Kate: Roger, your shooting skills were amazing! Hehe, you shot down all the targets and the carny was at a loss.

Roger: You taking one prize and giving the rest back to the carny was admirable.

Kate: …There you go treating me like a child again.

Kate was in high spirits after playing all those games and held a large corgi plushie, the top prize from the shooting gallery, in her arms.

Roger: The stuffed toy’s nice and all, but I think it’s about time you give me a hug too.

Kate’s face fell, making her look like a scolded puppy.

Kate: …Don’t want to.

Roger: What, you going through a rebellious phase?

Kate: Because! Even though I took up a lot of your time today…I want to take more. If I hug you, I don’t think I’ll ever let you go…

(...*sigh* Why’s her reason so damn cute)

She wasn’t even trying to flirt with me, but that unconscious spoiled act aroused an animalistic desire.

Not one to hide my desires well, I sat on the bed and laid my sweet trap.

Roger: You’re a villain’s lover, remember? If you wanna take it, then take it—come here, Kate.

Kate: …Are you sure I can take up more of your time?

Roger: How insensitive. And if I say “I want you to”?

Kate: ~~...!

Kate squealed and threw herself onto the bed.

Roger: Heh, as usual there’s nothing sexy about the way you try to seduce me.

Kate: Sorry, your glasses—

Roger: Don’t need to put them back on—I’m gonna do this anyway.

Kate: Mnn, nnn…

I kissed Kate deeply and she sweetly sighed out my name in between breaths.

Kate: Roger…

(Early I said your seduction wasn’t sexy)

(...But when you’re like this, it’s enough to turn me on)

As we kissed, I stripped and caressed her, making her heat up and easily melt under my touch.

The more often we did this, the more Kate’s body became receptive to pleasure, which was also cute.

Watching Kate moan on top of me ignited a wicked desire.

Roger: Oh right, how about I teach you something we haven’t done before?

I pulled my shirt out, undid the front of my pants, took my cock out, and stroked it.*

I rested against Kate’s dripping wet entrance.

Roger: Tonight, you’re gonna put “this” in by yourself.

Kate: I don’t think…

Roger: Then I guess we won’t do it then. I’ll just have to take care of myself.

Kate looked like she was fighting against her shyness as she put her hand on me…

Kate: …Please don’t laugh if I’m not good at this.

After positioning herself, she slowly sank down onto it.

Kate: Pfff…

(...I told her to do it herself, but now I’m feeling impatient)

Roger: Come on, just a little more. Keep lowering your hips.

Kate: I don’t think I can…Roger.

Roger: Heh, alright. I’ll help you.

I might’ve sounded like a sensible adult…but I was already at my limit.

Her walls fluttered around me when I grabbed her hips and lowered her down.

Kate: …Haaa…Nnngh

Roger: Come on, don’t cum without saying anything.

Kate: But…

Roger: You might feel light-headed after just cumming, but…there’s more pleasure to come.

I took a nipple in my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue while still holding onto her hips, slowly thrusting in and out of her.

Kate: Ahh…Roger.

(Ahhh, I can only think about her right now)

(No, not just now)

(Come to think of it, I never thought that she wasted my time)

~~ Flashback ~~

Kate: Strong…I want to be strong. Because I…don’t want to hate myself. Besides…life’s too long to live in despair.

Roger: …O_O Pfft, hahahahaha!

(I thought it was amusing how she was sobbing when she felt down, but didn’t despair)

--

Kate: Next time you do something perverted, I’m breaking our friendship!

Roger: Pfft, haha! Are you a kid or something? Dummy.

(We had a lot of pointless, childish arguments)

--

Kate: …Huhu…

Roger: Ah…you’re trying to hold your tears back.

Kate: B-because…You’ve acknowledged me as your partner…I’ll ruin it if I cry.

Roger: Pfft…

Kate: Besides, I know my crying face makes you happy.

Roger: Pfft, ahahahaha! You…You’re really… You’re so damn cute!

Kate: W-waaahhh~ Roger you bully!

(I bullied Kate so many times just to see her cute reactions)

--

Kate: Pull yourself together, Roger Barel! You’re the strongest egoist out there! This despair’s nothing. Just give it the middle finger and laugh it off like you always do!

Roger: …O_O

~~ End flashback ~~

(And when I didn’t believe in love, she proved to me that it existed)

(Kate, I don’t think any of the time I spent with you was a waste)

(To me, the time I spent with you’s a lovely idleness)

It’s thanks to this idleness that I was still able to escape despair and continue pursuing my ambitions.

Kate and I lost ourselves to passion and pleasure, savoring this lovely idleness.

Kate: …Roger, love you, I love you.

I stroked Kate’s hair as she lost herself to this heat and pulled her into my arms.

Roger: …I know. It’s an emotion you taught me.

--

A few days later, I heard Kate’s footsteps as she ran down the stairs to the basement.

Kate: Roger.

Roger: Yeah? What’s up, Kate?

Kate: Ah, you’re working right now, aren’t you?

I heard the sound of paper crinkling behind her back.

(Ellis did mention something about the circus being in town)

I guess Kate was holding the flyer behind her back.

Roger: Let me guess what you’re hiding behind your back. A circus flyer?

Kate: How did you know?!

Roger: Who knows. Gimme another half hour and then we can go.

I couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Kate looked as she blinked at me.

Roger: Research is important to me and I still don’t like anything wasteful. I’m sure there’ll be more times in the future when I get so absorbed with research that I neglect everything else. I’m not exactly the most considerate.

Kate: Hehe, I know that a little too well.

We looked at each other and exchanged conspiratory smiles.

Roger: —However, Kate, I can change. I’ll try to change for you, so— Let’s be together forever.

(I want to love you until the moment I take my last breath)

(Even if I spend my whole life searching, I’ll never find another woman like you)

Kate: …What do I do.

Roger: Hm?

Kate: I love you so, so much. You’re glittering.

Roger: Pfft, hahahaha. You’ve said something like that before.

~~ Flashback ~~

Kate: The person I like is different from everyone else. They’re especially glittering.

~~ End flashback ~~

That’s what Kate told me when I didn’t know what love was.

(Back then, I thought it was completely unscientific and impossible)

When Kate blushed and smiled at me, she also seemed to glitter for a moment.

Like gold dust glittering in the dark.

I wanted to touch the light, so I pulled Kate into my arms.

Kate: …Roger, what about your research?

Roger: …Just let me hug you for 3 minutes. Then I’ll continue my research.

Kate: …I’d like to extend it to 4 minutes. 

Roger: How about 5 minutes then.

(Ah, what the heck. It’s a complete waste)

(But I can’t live without moments with her like these anymore)

(This lovely idleness is necessary to live)

Roger: Kate, I love you so much.**

-

*I’m not using their “mass” euphemism anymore. Time to free the cock. Especially since this is Roger’s POV

**Whenever “I love you” was used, it’s been 大好き (daisuki). But here, Roger said 愛してる (aishiteru). Unfortunately, English doesn’t have as many ways to say “I love you” with different meanings and feelings so…”I love you so much” it is.

[ada7201]

How about the Blue Lock female player reader who has Unohana's personality, in the Blue Lock vs Japan u20 match? The Unohana reader is basically scaring the shit out of the Japan u20 team before the match starts, while in the match, and also after the match. She even scared Sae. For the first time, Sae felt true fear for the first time in his whole life.

i absolutely love this. i also love sae, but my man needs to be put in his place! for rin ♡ also, i’ve mentioned this before but i havent finished the blue lock manga so i don’t know much about the u20 team! i’ll just write them how i want for the sake of the story :3

“she’s scary!”

★ part 1 ★ part 2 ★ part 3

warnings ⭣ ⭣

female reader, swearing

(don’t forget to request any ideas you guys have!)

the japan u20 team were pretty surprised to hear that a girl was on the blue lock team - and even more surprised when they met you before the match.

you seemed so sweet, and gentle! how could a girl like you be a striker? an egoist?

“did you see the girl? she was a total snowflake!” Sendo chuckled, thinking back on the way you were so sweet to him - conversing with him as if he wasn’t gonna be playing against you the next day.

“yeah, but she was a hottie!” Aiku would chime, slipping his shirt on.

“she seemed really nice!” Neru would smile.

“lukewarm, is what she is.” Sae would sigh, looking away from the team to shuffle through his locker.

their opinions soon changed as they got onto the field.

as soon as they took their first step onto the field, a dark sense of dread came over the team.

“does anyone else feel that?” one of the players would ask, chuckling nervously.

they all shrugged the feeing off, instead choosing to listen to their ego and play.

the whistle was blown loudly, signaling for the match to start when you came rushing towards the u20 team, eyes sharp.

Aiku’s eyes widened, feeling a gust of wind past him - only to realise it was that girl from the day before who had just passed him.

wow, you were really fast -

“Aiku! move!” another u20 player would shout, warning him to move out of your way as you followed after them, attempting to steal the ball from under their feet.

you were like a flash on the field, easily passing any player and taking their ball.

SLAM!

the sound of your foot crashing against the ball echoed across the field - before the crowd cheered at your goal.

y/n scores the first goal of the game! 1-0 in favour of blue lock!

Shidou wasn’t all that surprised at the sound - as he had heard it many times. but you couldn’t say the same for the rest of the u20 team - who had wide eyes.

how could your foot even make that sound?

Sendo watched as you once again sped towards their side of the field, feet thumping against the field with each heavy step you took.

“the fuck do you think your doing? either move or get that ball stolen from you.” you say, dark eyes trained on the player in front of you.

should he do it—? no, he can’t! his ego won’t allow it -

your eyes seemed to darken impossibly more, face contorting into a scowl as you watched Sendo clearly disobey your order.

SLAM!

your foot slammed down on the ball as you passed to Rin.

“how dare you.” you whisper as you finally get a moment to stand, and breathe.

you lean closer to Sendo, ego filled eyes narrowing.

“don’t ever think of doing that again, okay?” you hiss, before dashing away and towards the ball who was being kicked by Sae.

you couldn’t see, but Sendo’s face paled significantly, and his eyes widened.

was he… sweating?

SLAM!

y/n scores once again! blue lock in the lead, 3 - 1!

you were staring to irritate Sae - who do you think you are, coming onto the field like that and acting like you’re not just another player who wants to be the best?

he never thought you were that scary, until he felt your dark presence loom over him.

he could practically feel your ego radiating off of your soft skin.

“move, or get run over.” you say simply, eyes practically stabbing through Sae’s back.

Rin was on the other side of the field, but he knew - he could see on his brother’s expression that something was off. he must’ve run into y/n, Rin thinks.

he noticed the way Sae’s lips slightly frowned - eyebrows knitted together in fear.

Sae was … scared. really fucking scared.

how could he not be, when you were right behind him ready to collide with his bigger body?

“i said fucking move!” you practically bark, before running past him - your shoulder bumping his.

the rest of the game was a blur to everyone - the only thing they could remember was your dark eyes glaring back at them.

the locker room was silent, only the player’s shaky breaths could be heard.

you had fucking crushed them and their team.

could their ego ever recover after receiving such a blow?

Sae could barley stand walking near you as you exited the building.

“oh, hello. you’re Sae, right?” you’d say sweetly to him, smiling politely at the older Itoshi.

he slowly turned his head to you, heartbeat quickening as he heard your voice. it was lighter than when it was on the field, yet he still couldn’t help but feel nervous.

“um, hi.” he managed to choke out, taking a side step away from you to create some distance, which you responded to by moving closer.

“you’re a good player.” you say, that sugary smile still on your lips. “i’m sorry if i scared you.”

scared him…?

you fucking terrified him, along with the rest of the u20 team.

[shaisuki]

❝ EGO MEETS HUMBLE. ❞

⚽︎ FEATURING. HUSBAND! JINPACHI EGO

CONTENT WARNINGS. established relationship + physiotherapist! reader + fluff + mild spoilers + fingering + teasing + overstimulation + dom! ego + sub! reader + squirting.

SYNOPSIS. egoist football athlete and the humble physical therapist.

it didn't start with i love yous' or the thing love at first sight.

the thought would randomly passed by as his blank gaze stares at the large screens in front of him. different statistics of players littering in the screen. improvement, he would say as he stares at those new egoists he created but still the thought lingers.

ego was 20. reaching the new heights of football along with noa. his brother-in-arms, they were like day and night and dominated football in their days. the media was crazy for them. although, noa was taking the limelight, he didn't mind. ego didn't need the lights. football was his life.

as an athlete, his overall health and skills were monitored and that job belongs to you. ego met you in one of the leagues sport's facility with the team he's currently playing for.

his own physical therapist.

coming to the room with your arms clutching the clipboard. wearing a plain shirt with dress pants showing casualness and professionalism. it was unlike for someone with your figure like you to be in a sports facility but you can never judge a book by it's cover.

the dark irises of him showing boredom in that room while you introduced yourself to him and ego gets a little annoyed by your humbleness. he wasn't used to that and he was given new perspective how different for it is to him and to you.

“ego-san. this is the new training regime and the diets i made especially for you. it strictly need to be followed for your overall health and to maintain the strength of your body. you'll be showing results in a week or so.” you briefly explained. handing him the list of trainings and the diets he need to follow and his eyes bore into yours.

“just doing my job.” you shrugged while he bleakly stares at you and he ignores you after that. “call me if you need clarifications or just follow ups, ego-san.” you say before walking away from him.

it took many times before you and ego could hold a decent conversation.

after that nasty collision with a player the thrice of his size and ego would be lying if that didn't hurt. football is a contact sport it was bound to happen.

“oh, that hurts.” you commented as you take a look at the bruise blooming in his arm and in his chest. “only needs an ice pack and some ointment and it's all good.” picking up the needed remedies for his bruises.

once the first aid was done and the the bruise has finished it's first stage of healing, a generous amount of ointment was spread to his chest and to his arm. making you lean closer to him. “that was great, ego-san. you know the final shot.”

ego raised his eyebrows at your comment. “you watchin'?” you look up to meet his eyes. “yep. i told you it's my job to watch you progress and keep up with your needs and i love the sport.”

“tell me if it hurts.” pressing your finger to the skin surrounding to his bruise. he didn't reply and you continued to massage the skin. stimulating blood flow to further speed up the healing.

ego hums. adjusting his eyeglasses. “you won't reach new heights in what you are now.”

“what?”

“you heard me. your humility won't get you nowhere. you're different from others. while they assert control in their patients you seem to hold back. i assume you are more than capable in this expertise of yours.” he bluntly said, the lenses in his eyeglasses glinting while he fixes them up.

you stare at him speechless before averting your gaze to him. damn that and it's kind of true. you were holding back. the wound seem to be better.

“i expect to be taken care of from the best.” putting his shirt back after you finished patching up.

“i'll put that in mind, ego-san.”

the rest was history.

you would be his personal therapist for the rest of his career days until he decided to quit or more like disappeared. he didn't tell you why he did that but you knew a man like ego have something more and he wouldn't quit like that out of the blue.

that feels like yesterday as jinpachi's thoughts flew by.

ego was 26. he decided to retire, still passionate about the sport he dedicated his whole life too and along with his retirement, he decided to make you his. the one who took care of him during his entire career and it's almost impossible to forget you. he's not the one for attachments and here he is, putting a ring in your finger. it was bliss. a pure bliss. there was nothing who could compare to you and in the first time. there's something, someone for him besides football.

“hi, jin.” followed by a kiss in his cheek. arms wrapped around in his shoulders and ego only looks at you at the sides. “boo, i should had been assigned to noel.” you teased, faking a pout and ego stares at you like you have done something atrocious in his career.

“oh jinpachi, i'm just kidding.” you say in between your giggles. recovering from that self-induced laughter, your face neutral and took notice of the control room you are in.

“are you sure it's fine for me to be here, jin?” you asked as you sat in the couch.

“yes, as stated in my contract in my free time/day offs i shall do whatever i please without interruptions and that includes you being here.” he answered, while crossing his legs in the swivel chair he was seated.

“oh okay.” standing up as the screen flares up with the stats of the boys who will be the next striker of the japanese team. “you've really roughed them up...” watching the various trainings and the matches he put them through and this was way much suited for ego. training the diamonds in the rough and finally you understand why ego decided to erase his existence in football.

cold, calculated and cruel. this is the ego jinpachi you knew. singlehandedly creating greatness and this is the fruit of his labors. blue lock is his legacy in the world of football.

you were like a child seeing snow for the first time and it was like the first time you were comfortable with him. he knew he isn't the best person to talk to and you were probably praying that you should have been with a another player to take care of but it is the opposite.

“that player reminds me of you, jin.”

“hmm?”

“this reminds me before you left soccer. i was so disappointed and sad? i'm your huge fan and i was shaking with nervousness when i was assigned to you and...”

this was new. ego didn't know you were rooting for him at that time for the reason you were too caught up with your duties and conditioning him and it did boost his ego when he finds out.

standing up, he went to approach you. casually replying to your idolizations of him.

“really? you're a fan of mine?” he whispers. cupping your soft jaw in his large, cold hands and you shiver. a huge devilish smile in his face when he sees your flustered expression in the reflections of the screen while he turned off the replays of the trainings and matches.

“yeah, a huuuuuge fan.” looking back at him.

he spun you around to face him. making you sit in the cold, hard top table, placing your palm in the edge to hold yourself.

ego chuckles at your playful answer at him. “are you still a fan of him even he's retired?”

“always.” you answered without a second thought. looking at him sincerely that it almost broke him but with a man with such huge ego. it can do a lot worse.

his thumb caressing your lower lip and your hand dusting off the imaginary stain in his black button up before you twist the straps of his bolo tie. experimentally tugging on it before he leans down to kiss you.

it started as a press before opening your mouth to permit him entrance and it was warm, wet and sloppy. the first kiss in months. the desperation and yearning evident on his lips, on his tongue. how it danced inside your mouth which you returned with the same want and rhythm. small whines of appreciation can be heard and ego deepens the kiss.

breathing become more intense, the more your tongues danced around, the more your heart seems to bit more.

reluctant to break the kiss, air was becoming the need. lips a little swollen and a string of saliva connecting to both of your lips. his dark irises blown with lust and yours a little hazy.

no words were spoken as you both stared. his hand creeping up under your flowy skirt. squeezing the supple flesh in your doughy thighs before parting your legs open.

his long, slender fingers ghosts over the skin in your inner thighs and rubbing the outline of your panties and ego smirks when he can feel it dampening at his touch. pushing your panties aside. his finger rubbing your lips before slowly inserting his index finger to your hole.

your jaw resting on his chest while you look up to him and ego watches in fascination when your face morphs into one of the pleasure when he inserted his finger into your hole.

your grip on his shirt tightening while he pumps his finger inside you, followed by another addition of his middle finger then pressing his fingers in your walls finding the spot that made you see stars and fuck, he did found it. a sadistic grin crossing in his lips when you moaned. it was like music he played on repeat and after many hears hearing it for the first time again.

your eyes getting glossy and ego licks his lips at the sight. continuing his torturous thrusts of his fingers inside you. the dexterity of his long, nimble fingers making wonders inside you. gaining the pleasure that ego deeply had fascination in.

his fingers dig in the flesh of your plush waist while you roll your hips meeting the rhythm of his fingers. thighs trembling and your abdomen clenching undoubtedly preparing you for the orgasm that ego will rip out from you.

“ah, ah.” ego warns. cups your chin in his hand that was previously digging in the flesh of your waist. “look at me when you cum.” he orders as you tried to hide your face in his shirt but not in his watch. you are not going to deny him of seeing you cum in his fingers.

how much did he missed it fucking you with his fingers. it's been so long and you wouldn't dare touching yourself with yours. a pathetic attempt of making yourself cum when your fingers couldn't reach the spots he can easily reach and ego prided himself on that.

with a curl of his fingers inside you, your orgasm breaks like a thin rope and it was your first in months. your hole sucking his fingers inside and the clear essence of your cum coating his.

“suck.” he commands and he smirks, watching you open your mouth obediently as you accommodate the long digits of his finger inside your mouth. he can feel your tongue swirling around before a slight hollowing of your cheeks indicating you sucking his fingers.

pulling his fingers out of your mouth, ego crashed his lips into yours. tongue fighting inside you as he tastes yourself with your mouth.

his hand intertwined with yours. his sight lingering on the wedding band similar to his with both of your initials were engraved under the ring. he got you pinned under him. your clothes nowhere to be seen as his nimble fingers easily pulled the straps of your top before tugging your skirt and throwing it in the unknown part of his messy room.

his black polo strewn along your clothing and his pants long discarded. now ready to take part of the long session of devouring you.

ego grunts as he slowly impaled you with his long, hard cock. your velvety walls engulfing him with such want and ego stares at your bashful expression. years had passed and still acting like it was your first dick. it was the many things he exploits in teasing you and you would be a babbling, cock-drunk mess in the next minutes.

it started with slow, deep thrusts. despite his lanky appearance, ego still possess the strength he have as a pro-athlete. what strength he use to kick the long shot of balls now dedicated in fucking you senseless.

watching as every part of you bounce and jiggles. your tummy folded while he pounded into you. your flesh spilling out in his fingers while he holds and squeeze the flesh while he goes deeper. hearing the sweet moans and those whines he longed to hear. followed by the cries of you begging him. it's always too much and he's giving it back for the days you exceeded in taking care of him.

licking and bites the expanse of the skin in your chest and makes you laugh a little cause it tickles.

your gaze are warm and comforting. like it always stares with such kindness and ego isn't a munch. always took pride in making you cry and still you remain that look in your eyes. he's mean, cruel and cold. that's why he's cold and only you who could melt that off.

his sight could be a bitch too during intimate moments. his glasses would slide off but you were there to put them back and it only make things hotter. seeing you in all glory of being naked with him. face contorts into cutest expressions.

a squeeze brought him back to his current position. even with that thinking of his, he still can feel you surrounding him and long he releases inside you. making sure you've milked him for all he's worth but he ain't stopping until you come for the umpteenth time.

you forgot how many times he made you come and your pussy starting to feel numb and then the unbelievable tightness of your cunt made you cry in panic.

“j-jin. i'm going to pee.” trying to get away from his inhumane pounding and he only grins. relishing in your panic state. holding your hips in a grip that bruises would bloom after this.

“do it.”

“noooo.”

but your body involuntarily did. spraying his pelvis with the clear liquid coming from you. soaking his dick and a devilish smirk would follow. continuing his thrusts. the obscene squelch of your shame resonating in the room and you know he wouldn't stop until he's satisfied.

sweat covered skins and his pale skin littered with scratch you almost feel guilty. it stings for sure but ego loves when it stings. been so long since he felt it and tomorrow he's going back to being a coach for this players.

misty eyes he sees and he can still see tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. recovering from the pleasure he had given to you.

“i brought you food, jin.” grimacing at the discarded cup noodles and plates of instant yakisoba in the sink.

“great.” he replies. standing up to pick up your clothes and helps you get dressed while his hands wanders all over your plump body.

ego jinpachi with an ego, the size of the whole football stadium could be a little humble when his wife is present.

[milaisreading]

Ahhh~ Thank you so much! I'm glad you like and enjoy writing and that requests don't bother you! 

I've read the part too and I like it very much! Thank you for making my day better again and again! ^*^

Can I ask you please for part 3 (maybe 4 too?) for any U-20 and Neo egoists league characters like Oliver, Sae, Kaiser, Ness etc and coaches like Ego (I really want to read about his relationships with manager-chan. I feel that he warms up for her too x)), Chris, Snuffy, Noa etc. 

Thank you for your answer, I was happy to get it!~ Have a great day and I wish you a lot of inspiration!~

With love, 

Garden

Author:Thank u for the request! Oohhh I have so many ideas when it comes to the coaches! So I will be doing them individually! For the other players I have smth in mind and will be doing it later on! For now I wrote abt Ego, so I hope u like it🩷 also if u are looking for some cute platonic HC with the coaches @/maochira has great ones! They always leave me so happy ^^

Warnings ⚠️: none in particular. Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Interview day...

"This place is really huge... they didn't lie when they wrote it's a huge, nationwide project." (Y/n) thought as she stood in front of the Blue Lock headquarters. A week ago she received an invitation for an internship at Blue Lock, and as she was excited joining it, she was terrified. Will she be good enough for it? Will the players like her as their manager? Will the people interviewing see her as fit for the position?

Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) walked inside already seeing a woman with reddish-brown hair waving at her.

"You must be (L/n) (Y/n). I am Teieri Anri, I will be interviewing you along with the head of this project." The woman smile as she approached (Y/n) and the girl bowed.

"Thank you for inviting me, it's an honor." The girl said with a red face.

'Teieri-san is so beautiful! I saw her on TV a few times, having her as a possible mentor would be so cool!' (Y/n) thought as the woman lead her down the hallway, explaining that it's just some formalities they will go over.

"By the way, don't let yourself get scared off by Ego-san... he seems scary at first glance, but he means well." Anri warned the girl, who simply nodded her head.

Black eyes bore into (Y/n) as the girl kept fidgeting in her spot. Ego Jinpachi, as she came to know him, was scarier than (Y/n) had expected, but she shouldn't be surprised.

'You would expect him to be like that if he has to deal with a bunch of high schoolers.' The girl thought as Ego sighed, finally speaking up again.

"Alright, this one might do. Cancel the other interviews we had planned." Ego told Anri.

'Did... did I get the spot?!' (Y/n) thought alarmed as Anri nodded her head.

"And you think you will be able to stand the pressure?"

"I... well I have some experience from working with my school's football team, as I stated in the beginning. I also have some basic knowledge in the sport."

"Alright, Anri-chan will give you a little tour. You are expected to move here in 2 days. Now go."

'Harsh and straight to the point.' (Y/n) thought as she followed the woman out of the room.

"It went better than I expected! Some of the candidates folded 10 minutes after speaking to him, I think you will fit in here just right."

"R-really?! He was worse than this?!" (Y/n) asked, shivering at the idea.

"Not really, he is the same to everyone. You just argued with him on some points and maybe you didn't notice."

"I-I did... Sorry, I get lost when u talk sometimes." (Y/n) said, ashamed a little, but Anri kept reassuring her that it was fine.

"Don't you think this is brutal? To eliminate them just because they lost a tag game? And Kira is one of the best high school players too." Anri argued after the entrance exam was finished and both her and (Y/n) witnessed Ego argue with the white haired boy.

"It's final, if he can't think fast, he is not made for a striker." Ego said simply as he ate his yakisoba.

"Well, I am trusting you with them." Anri gave up.

"What is the next step? Will you start the matches soon?" (Y/n) questioned as the man shook his head.

"First we have a stamina training, then the real challenges will start. This is a game of elimination and survival of the fittest. Only the strongest egoist will survive this." (Y/n) nodded her head, looking at the monitors that showed the various teams.

'Ego-san sure is brutal, but in order to build up football from nothing we need the strongest... and so far it's these guys.' (Y/n) thought as she wrote down the names of all the players who are going further.

'Hmmm.' Ego raised an eyebrow, deciding to say nothing for now.

"Did you-"

"The goal was put just in the height you requested and every training area is equipped with water."

"And the-"

"The alarms are set just as you requested with that blaring sound."

"Also-"

"Ordered the Yakisoba."

Anri held back a giggled as Ego kept on being interrupted by the girl as she answered everything. It had been 2 weeks by then and (Y/n) finally got into a routine. It was funny for Anri to watch Ego pout in defeat as he told her to go assist Team V.

"I see you found someone who can't be easily intimated or angered." The woman teased as Ego shrugged his shoulders.

"Or you are growing soft."

"Shut up. You talk too much."

The next few days went somewhat peaceful and it was the night before the final match. Ego decided to do some more research on the players and prepare for the next step, when he heard noises from his office.

"I didn't leave anything on..." He muttered and opened the door, only to find (Y/n) inside, looking intensely at the game Team Z and Team Y had.

"What are you doing up so late? Watching a game at that?"

"Ego-san? I am taking notes of some of the players, you said you wanted to do some analysis but didn't have time."

The man was surprised as her words, but didn't show it as he took the notebook from her. He read it through, surprised how well detailed she was on the players.

"Why are you doing this? And how are you sure this is right?"

"I just like analyzing, I did the same in school too. And I am not a 100% sure, but 9 times out of 10 I was right, so I am pretty confident in this." (Y/n) answered calmly as Ego handed her the notebook and sat down next to her.

"Continue, u want to read these later."

Nodding, (Y/n) did as she was told while Ego just kept watching the screen.

"What did I say about feeding her garbage?!" Anri yelled as she saw (Y/n) and Ego eat the Yakisoba from the fridge.

"It's good food. In order to be a good at analyzing, she needs to eat." Ego argued as Anri handed (Y/n) some vegetables and fish.

"Here, eat this instead. We don't want you to get sick." Anri said, sending a side glare at Ego.

"What arebyou two even doing now?" The woman asked, looking down at the papers on Ego's table.

"I am teaching (Y/n) the essentials of reading the enemy. Now, as I said..."

Anri sighed as she watched Ego talking and (Y/n) nodding her head from time to time, with questions coming from her.

'This looks oddly cute... to see Ego-san have a soft spot for anyone is a once in a lifetime thing.'

Anri smiled softly and went on with the paperwork she had left for the day.

"Code red." Anri whispered to Ego who turned to look in the direction (Y/n) was.

"Not him now..." Ego sighed as he got up to pull the girl away from Oliver and Sae, but Bachira and Rin beat him to it. The boys pulled the girl away, saying some nonsense.

"Or maybe not." Anri laughed.

"Now I know for sure you have a soft spot."

"I don't. I just don't want more issues than I already have." Ego protested, keeping an eye on the U-20 team.

"Sure, sure~" Anri mucked.

[kyojurismo]

★ — deliveries !

character : katsuki bakugo

summary : who knew the delivery man was such a cute guy who also happened to be interested in you?

tags : normal au, fem!reader, 2k words, aged-up characters, mention of toxic boyfriend, pining i guess? fluff, not proofread of course bc i’m a coward.

notes : hello !! i’m so happy i was able to write a one shot for this concept, i’m truly excited to share it w the public and i hope it is alright and that it makes sense ^_^ i love soft katsuki so yeah. have fun reading this piece and thank you as always for taking the time to stop & check my works out <3

special tag : @doumadono ♡

“please, just this once!” eijiro begged his friend. “go to hell,” katsuki sounded very decisive about it. his friend was trying to set him up with someone once again, failing of course. “plus, i’m busy with work,” he added in a gruff tone. he finished putting his jacket on and sighed, noticing it was time to go to work. “that’s just an excuse, you finish working around 9,” denki received a glare as an answer and that was enough to shut him up.

working as a delivery man was a pain in the ass sometimes, the majority of people he met were all shitty customers who always complained about him being late and stuff like that, but in reality, katsuki was very dedicated anyway and delivered everything with care, as quickly as possible.

that’s basically how he found himself standing outside your apartment door. he huffed when after his third time knocking no one was coming to open the door.

katsuki was able to hear a loud voice before the door finally opened. there was a boy standing in front of him, visibly annoyed.

“how much?” he spat, already opening his wallet. “hah, sorry man. i have to delivery this to…” katsuki then glanced down at the name on the post it, calling out your name. “fine. i’m not paying for any of this shit anyway. [y/n]!” he muttered before barking out your name, making bakugo cringe at his manners.

you rushed to the door, trying to fix the t-shirt you just finished putting on. your cheeks were warmer since you felt a hint of embarrassment because of your boyfriend’s behaviour.

“hi, sorry. how much is it?” you asked in a much gentle and softer tone, offering katsuki a smile. he found himself staring at your face for a couple of seconds more, admiring your features before he blushed and looked down, trying to hide his red face. “it’s uh, 10$,” he said, glancing at your hands moving to retrieve the money. “right… here!” you payed and took the small bag and pizza from his hands, his eyes unable to leave your face.

“um, enjoy your meal,” katsuki said then, nodding at you. “thank you so much,” you smiled at him sweetly before closing the door.

the fuck just happened?

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your sweet smile and your eyes never left bakugo’s head. he found himself still thinking about you, and a part of him hoped he would have the possibility to deliver you something else in the near future.

the rational part of him knew that you had a boyfriend — a shitty one, if he were honest, but the egoistic part of him hoped you would break up, he was a douche anyway, right?

that wasn’t the point anyway, as long as he was able to see you that would do. for now.

his inner desire to see you again was easily satisfied around two weeks later.

he cleared his throat and knocked on your door, a strange feeling of excitement filling his guts as he waited for you to open the door.

when you finally showed up, you were wearing a sweater and a pair of shorts. he gulped down and tried to focus on only your words, as if ignoring your face would be possible.

“oh um, you’re the guy from the last time… thank you for your quick service,” your words caused his heart to flutter while katsuki quietly stared at you. “10$,” he spat, before cringing in his mind. “okay…” you rummaged through your wallet and then payed, retrieving your food from his hands.

in that moment your soft skin touched that of katsuki, who felt as if electricity just travelled through his body. his mind going blank for a moment before he realised you were talking.

“s-sorry, what was that?” he definitely blushed now and you found it adorable. “i said thank you, bakugo-san,” you pointed at the small name tag attached to his jacket on the front, making him nod then. “no problem, enjoy your meal,” he said as he always does after delivering the food. his eyes lingered on your sweet face for a moment longer before he turned around to walk away, embarrassed enough.

you chuckled while closing the door, finding bakugo adorable for some reason.

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you saw bakugo again, and again, and again. you always tried to make small conversations, like speaking about how it was freezing outside and he was out there working anyway for example. but bakugo always kept his words short, probably because he was busy and didn’t have the time to stay outside your door to talk.

a part of bakugo wanted to push him to ask for your number or something, but another suggested that you were just kind because he was a delivery man, delivering the food you ordered — it was the least you could do, right?

on the other hand, you found him attractive and surprisingly he didn’t seem like a jerk. you recently broke up with your now ex boyfriend, convinced by your friends that he was too toxic and that it would only become harder and harder to get out of his grasp.

after a month of trying to avoid calling and getting your food delivered, as you tried to forget bakugo and focus on your life, you found yourself putting down the phone after placing a new order. you sighed and glanced at your friends sitting on your couch, chatting lively.

“you held back from calling because you were trying to avoid the delivery man?” momo glanced at you, more in a surprising way. mina was clearly judging you though. “no, it’s just that i tried to spend less on delivered food,” you casually shrugged, avoiding their eyes. “alright, but what if he’s still working there? like, would you say something more or just pay and say bye?” kyoka asked then, making your heart skip a beat.

“w-what?! of course i would simply do that,” you felt your cheeks warming up and momo chuckled, seeing through you. “you don’t have to feel bad about finding another man interesting, y’know? it’s not cheating or anything,” she said then, her voice was soft and soothing. “momo’s right! plus, no one said you have to marry this delivery man,” mina patted your shoulder in encouragement.

your friends were right, you shouldn’t feel bad.

“i wanna see him though, can i open the door?” kyoka begged, making everyone laugh. “of course you can’t,” momo said between laughters.

you were interrupted by the doorbell and you literally jumped on your feet, an anxious feeling growing in your chest. mina noticed and pushed your wallet into your hands before rushing you to open the door.

you took a deep breath and opened it, preparing yourself to meet bakugo’s face. your growing smile suddenly fell when you met a redhead boy standing outside your door.

“oh, hello! you’re [y/n], right?” he asked in a cheerful tone, smiling. “y-yeah,” you nodded, a bit taken aback.

did bakugo really stopped working there?

“alright, then these are yours!” kirishima smiled even more. “it’s 16$, miss,” he informed you and you nodded. you gave him the money and took the pizzas from his hands, thanking him with a smile. “enjoy your meal!” kirishima waved at you before turning to leave.

“uh, wait!” you called for him, biting your lips. “is um… bakugo-san still working there?” you found the courage to ask him, pushing the feeling of embarrassment aside. “oh, kacchan? yeah! but he caught a cold, so i offered to cover him at work. a common friend owns the place, so…” he explained with a genuine smile, as a sense of relief filled your chest, your heart beating fast. “right, i see. thank you,” you smiled at the redhead, he nodded and then waved at you.

your friends heard the whole conversation and started cheering you on, promising that you would be able to see him again very soon. they also convinced you to call again in a couple of days and hope you would see this bakugo guy again.

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you were sitting on the couch while fidgeting with your fingers, an anxious feeling growing in your belly as you waited for your dinner to arrive. well, more like for bakugo to arrive.

you felt stupid for a moment, you were a grown up not a teenager anymore. why were you acting like a middle schooler who has to meet her crush? that’s very, very stupid of you.

what if he doesn’t like you at all?

you jumped in your seat as you heard the doorbell and basically rushed to the door to open it, almost tripping over you feet.

there he was.

bakugo turned his head to look at you and noticed how nervous you were. “h-hello,” you gripped the doorknob tightly as you swiftly checked him out, before meeting his vermilion eyes. “is everything alright?” katsuki found himself asking, tilting his head to the side as to study you. “yeah, no. i mean, yes!” you covered your face with your hands, sighing deeply as you felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest and run away to hide. you should be the one hiding somewhere in shame.

katsuki smirked and pulled his hat lower, trying to cover the growing blush on his face. he thought you looked cute, all flustered for some reason.

“so… the usual,” he said then, gulping down. he was here to deliver you a pizza after all, not to make conversations. “uhh,” you tapped your pockets for the wallet and a fresh sense of embarrassment filled you as you realised you forgotten the wallet in the kitchen. “w-wait, okay… i’ll be right back,” you glanced at his face and then turned around, running to the kitchen.

katsuki took a deep breath and bit his lip, trying to muster some courage to ask if you wanted to go out with him sometime.

you gripped the wallet in your hands and closed your eyes, praying to stop being clumsy and embarrassing and actually succeeding in asking him for his number. you then quickly went back to the door and cleared your throat.

katsuki watched closely your every action, as his heart started beating faster and faster as the moment to leave approached.

it’s now or never.

“listen, i think that–” “can we exchange ph–”

you two stopped talking and simply stared at each other for a couple of seconds before averting your eyes, your cheeks growing hot as katsuki’s whole face turned red. katsuki mentally kicked himself and then cleared his throat.

“what was it you were tryin’ to ask?” his eyes searched for yours, even though you were too busy staring at your feet. “i thought maybe… we can exchange uh, phone numbers?” you asked timidly as your fingers tortured your old wallet due to your nervousness.

bakugo fought himself from reaching for them and stop you and simply nodded, feeling a sense of relief. “yeah, sure,” he offered you his phone and watched you saving your own contact and send yourself a message.

“alright, here’s your dinner,” he said as he retrieved his phone with a hand and giving you the pizza with the other. you nodded and then handed him the money too.

“thank you as always for your service. please take care, it’s pretty windy outside,” you timidly said, holding his gaze for a couple of seconds before looking away again. bakugo blushed and cleared his throat before nodding. “ah, ri– thanks, enjoy your meal.”

you closed the door and pushed out all the air in your lungs, as you could finally relax. you walked over the kitchen before realising he was about to say something too, but you didn’t asked to continue too.

a notification from your phone caught your attention and you reached for it, opening the messages app.

how abt friday at 7 pm ?

you smiled as you looked down at the message, feeling a warm feeling filling your body. your fingers moved quickly over the screen to type out your reply to bakugo’s message.

sounds good !