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lalunanymph · 1 year ago

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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── as the last woman on earth, a government bounty marks you as humanity’s only hope for repopulation. unexpectedly, stumbling into your college football team becomes your lifeline, but instead of turning you in, they want to impregnate you on their own terms.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── you're now reading . . . 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 + 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 with isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, barou shoei, kunigami rensuke, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro & mikage reo

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── fem!reader, mentions of sexism in medicine, gangbang, breeding, cunninlingus, unprotected s*x, mild degradation, reader gets spanked once, mentions of food, mentions of babies, mentions of pregnancy, reverse harem, reader gets kidnapped, creampies, double penetration, nipple play, mentions of viral outbreaks, home isolation, mentions of human torture and experimentation, apocalypse AU, dark content ahead (10k+ words i am sick in the head)

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One thing about life you were coming to find out in your short existence, was that it could change in the blink of an eye.

One day, you’re a popular cheerleader everyone loves, on the Dean’s List and speeding through to a life of accolades and financial stability, then the next, a viral outbreak spirals out of control, infecting and offing only women.

It started with rapid coughing and sneezing. Many expert scientists cited a woman's inferior immune system compared to men. They barely paid any attention to the growing casualties in one half of the population, just like how they turned a blind eye to PCOS or the persistent chronic pain most women seemed to experience throughout their lives.

As the voices of one half went unheard, the dire consequences slapped mankind fully in the face.

Birth rates dropped, many nations lost their manpower and society became increasingly violent and hostile.

Those women that were left were transferred to medical facilities under the guise of rehabilitating them. But, there were the rumours of abuse and medical experiments that arose from shady forums and chat groups.

You had read some of them from Jienna’s laptop when she was still alive.

Your best friend and roommate was an advocate for women’s rights, even before the world hadn’t gone to shit, and she was the first one who opened your eyes to the blatant mistreatment women were going through official medical channels. When the virus hit, the both of you huddled in your shared dormitory, trading packets of ramen and stories while waiting for more aid to come.

She always had such a bright smile and determination. The day the virus took her away from you was one you could never forget.

Jienna laid on her bed, a grey pallor overtaking her once radiant skin. The skincare she religiously applied was gathering dust on her dresser, and everytime she exhaled, it sounded coarser and coarser.

Eventually, she closed her eyes and never awoke again, and you had to page the medical team to extract her body, all while tears streamed down your cheeks and you were hovering on the edge of a full meltdown.

Your family across the country couldn’t even come and see you; your brothers were barred from taking you back home, as every woman in the district was given strict orders to remain at home and behind locked doors to keep the virus away.

But, it always managed to slip through the cracks. Whether it was from infected food or contaminated medical equipment.

The virus killed any female it touched.

News reports began surfacing that hens were dying out, impacting the supply of eggs. Cows were dropping dead in fields, the world’s milk supply running dry for the first time in existence. The pregnant black cat you used to feed behind your dorms was found dead behind a dumpster by a group of computer science boys.

Slowly, the world descended into chaos, and more and more women were disappearing.

It was exactly day 40 of your lockdown when you decided you would run away.

Packing every non-perishable canned food you could find into a big bag, you waited until dusk fell and when the nurses would hand you your dinner. You knew it would be one of the older security guys who used to direct parking on your campus, and he had a bad hip so he couldn’t chase you down.

As much as you hated hurting him, the first punch in his face was enough to knock him out cold. You hopped over his body, careening down the hallway and pushing yourself towards the outside of the college campus.

Luck was on your side when you dashed out the front door to find an idle truck. It was from one of the block rangers, and you didn’t hesitate to jump inside of it, revving the engine and stepping down on the gas pedal.

Someone yelled out your name, but you were too fired up to care. In your mind, you decided it would be better to die from the virus than staying cooped up for the rest of your life. At least with dying, you would be free.

You had no plan and no idea what to do next but to race towards the closest abandoned building you could find. Jienna had told you about it during her dying days—how there was a series of abandoned buildings just at the edge of town where defiant women stayed the last of their days there.

Having seen with your own eyes what the virus did to your roommate, you were sure you were prepared to go out the same way. There would be a few days where your immune system fought back, but without the right food and care, you would waste yourself away.

Better than being trapped forever in a small dorm. You viciously gunned the engine and raced towards that shining beacon of hope.

The buildings out of town were abandoned like Jienna said, and you prepared to set up your death camp. The concrete slab walls were drab and the floor was too hard and cold to sleep on, but you made do with a blanket you managed to steal from the lobby.

Days passed and soon, you were starting to wonder if the virus was even real. Your meals consisted of canned beans and whatever scraps you could find in the dumpster nearby. You didn’t dare to light a fire in case it might attract someone’s attention, and your showers were virtually non-existent.

Maybe I shouldn’t have left the dorms.

Those thoughts of ‘what if’ and ‘should haves’ kept you up at night and haunted your waking moments.

One day, you thought you heard footsteps echoing down the hallways, but then, you found out it was just a bunch of squatters looking for a place to sleep. They turned their nose up on the squalor and left you alone feeling bemused and a little disappointed that not even the lowest rank of humanity would want to spend a night at a place you consistently slept in.

But, your newfound freedom was too good to be true.

It had been too quiet and too peaceful. The bubble was waiting to pop and your hopes burst one day when you awoke in cold sweat to hear a man’s voice down the hallways.

“... heard she escaped here…”

“Are you sure?”

The fatigue weighing you down shot out of your system and you sat up ramrod straight, rushing to get your goods without making a sound.

“No news of… gotta be the last one in the vicinity…”

You hurriedly stuffed your blanket into your backpack, taking care not to breathe too loud in case they might hear. The beam of a flashlight pricked your irises, and having lived for a while in the dark, you weren’t used to such brightness.

Squinting, you stayed close to the walls, slinging your bag onto your shoulders and preparing to depart down a flight of steps straight into the forest fringing these buildings. Your flexibility as a cheerleader back in your old life helped you out to creep on the floors quietly, extending one leg and then another while keeping close to the walls.

However, you didn’t see where your foot landed, and before you could stop in mid-step, the empty can of beans went clattering to the ground.

For a split second, all you could hear was your breath and the rush of blood in your ears.

The beam of light immediately swung towards your direction, illuminating your left leg and the implicated empty can in question.

Shit. You had been discovered.

“Wait!” One of the men yelled, but you didn’t stop to listen. Hightailing it out of here, you sprinted to the entrance, about to escape into the night when you felt a bigger body slam into you from the side.

Screaming out, you barely caught a glimpse of your perpetrator, but he was holding you down with his larger body, pinning you right to the dirty ground.

“Got her!” he yelled back to other men. “It’s a girl! She’s here!”

You blindly reached your hand out and felt the sharp edge of a rock cut into your palm. Swinging it towards him, you bashed the side of his head, and in the glimpses of light from the shining moon up ahead, you caught sight of his vivid, dark hair.

The man yelped and stumbled back, staunching the heavy flow of blood oozing from his right cheek.

“Fuck!” he bellowed, and you used his momentum of shock to push him off of you.

But, he had enough dexterity to clamp a hand around your knee, bringing you back down to the ground.

“No!” you started to scream and sob. “Please! Let me go!”

Someone else came to his rescue, holding you down. You felt ropes around your wrists, drawing them behind your back. Your sobs were muffled by a bag thrown over your head, and for good measure, they tied your ankles, too. It took two of them to carry you into a car, and you were laid on someone’s lap, his arms roping around you and pressing you to his chest.

As the men piled back into the car, you started to sob when you heard the engine ignite.

“Ssh, it’s okay,” the man who held you crooned. “It’s gonna be fine, Y/N.”

Through your tears, you recognized that they knew your name.

A hand touched your knee, rubbing it soothingly. “We’re not here to hurt you.”

That voice. You had heard it before. It brought to mind dark blue eyes and a mop of dark hair. A pair of toned legs tearing through a football field and a charming, lopsided smile.

“I-Isagi?”

He hummed. “It’s me, Y/N. Barou’s holding you, by the way.”

In answer, the self-proclaimed king of the field back from when your college days consisted of study horrors and not a world crisis, flooded your mind with stark familiarity when he exhaled out your name.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“It’s the boys from the football team,” Isagi informed you, like you were on a road trip with them instead of forcefully being kidnapped against your own will.

“H-how did you find me?” The bag they stuffed over your head smelled musty, and you struggled to talk through it. “C-can you get this fucking thing off my head?”

Someone pried the sack off, and you inhaled in deep gusts of air, your wide eyes taking in the darkened interior of this truck and the boys who were holding you hostage.

Isagi had lost a bit of weight since you last saw him. The last you heard of the Blue Lock team’s co-captain was that he had lost his mother to the virus and the school had started a fund for him to cover her funeral expenses. Turning your eyes towards the man who was holding you, Barou’s jaw was tight, and his eyes were heavy with dark circles.

The man driving was Kunigami, whose hands were white-knuckled fists on the steering wheel. Next to him in the passenger, bleeding out from his cheek, was Itoshi Rin. You noticed how he side-eyed you from the front, and returned his evasive look with a frosty glare.

Lastly, at the back of this 8-seater was Chigiri, Nagi and Reo—the former two being the most unlikely combination of acquaintances you had ever seen join this ragtag group of football bros. Nagi and Reo were famous for being fused at the hip since they both started their business degree courses together. They rarely fraternised with anyone else outside of their coursemates, much less kidnap some random woman.

At the reminder of your predicament, you squirmed, accidentally rubbing your ass all over Barou’s crotch. He didn’t react beyond a low hiss of, “Quit it,” those thick and sturdy arms tightening around your trembling body. You tried to ignore how you could feel something hard poking your lower back.

“Why did you kidnap me?” you demanded off the bat. “How did you find me? What are you going to do with me?”

Those rapid questions were met with silence. You flitted your gaze to each of them, and through the passing snatches of orange streetlights, you saw every one of their expressions drenched in guilt.

“We… don’t know.”

Isagi was the one who spoke first, preparing himself to earn your rage.

“You don’t know?” you mumbled, growing more incensed every minute with how they had wrenched you from your peaceful life in the ruins. “You don’t know where you’re taking me. What you’re planning to do with me. You don’t know the reason why you went through all that trouble to track me down. You don’t—”

“It’s because you have a bounty on your head.”

Rin’s voice cut through your growing tirade, leaving you cold with disbelief.

“I… what?”

On your right, Isagi nodded, rubbing the back of his neck like he would rather be somewhere else than in this vehicle having such a difficult conversation.

“After you escaped, the officials posted your bounty and your suspected whereabouts. Um, it’s uh… well, Y/N… you’re the last woman alive from our college.”

You exhaled, feeling your chest constrict and tears prick your eyes.

All your lecturers… your friends… your cheerleading gang…

“Are they all gone?” The boys didn’t comment on your thick voice or the unshed tears.

Kunigami was the first one to express his remorse. “I’m sorry, Y/N. That’s the truth.”

Rin decided to rip the bandaid off quicker, leaving you reeling in confusion and despair. “The authorities put up notices for you because your status was unknown. They said that anyone who brought you back—dead or alive—would receive two million yen.”

The reality of your situation settled in like sentiment falling to the bottom of a glass jar.

You felt cold all over, your heartbeat right in your throat.

“So, you’re either going to k-kill me or turn me in, huh?”

Your heavy question was met with silence.

Surprisingly, it was Nagi at the back who piped up in his lazy, drawling tone. “Actually… we have a better plan.”

Isagi was the first to react. He shot Nagi a murderous look, shaking his head. Kunigami glanced at the white-haired man through the rearview mirror with narrowed eyes, and Rin’s scowl deepened. Chigiri, who had been quiet throughout this entire exchange, sighed out, “Idiot” under his breath.

The only one who looked supportive of what Nagi had to say was—no surprise there—Reo himself.

“It’s a good plan! She’s still healthy,” he argued on behalf of his best friend. Nagi nodded, humming.

“The virus should’ve taken her out weeks ago, but she managed to survive all on her own in such dirty conditions… I really think we should give it a shot.”

The air in the car changed; thickening and becoming ripe with tension. Barou’s arms suddenly felt too hot around your body, and you broke out into a sweat.

“It could work,” Isagi started out slowly, rubbing his chin. He had a look on his face you knew all too well—that calculative, goal-hungry stare that would eventually destroy his enemies.

Rin tilted his head towards the backseat, his turquoise eyes drawing circles on the car’s water-stained ceiling. “Do you think that would be legal for us to do?”

“We have to keep her hidden.” Chigiri spoke up, demanding everyone's attention. “The authorities can’t know that we have a woman with us or we’d be punished. We have to be very careful with Y/N.”

You were still drawing blanks on their ideas, growing more frustrated every single second you were kept in the dark from their decisions on your fate. “What do you fucking assholes mean? Legal? Keeping me away from the authorities? What do you want with me?”

Your voice broke on the last question, and without warning, you started to sob. The weeks of roughing it out on your own, trying to escape from society and hide in plain sight were taking its toll on you. You wept bitterly, hiding your face behind your hair and sobbing into your shoulder.

“Shit,” someone muttered in the front.

“Give her some water.”

It was Isagi who gently coaxed your face from your shoulder, holding a bottle of clean water. You contemplated spitting a mouthful at him, but ultimately, your thirst won out and you drank deeply.

He wiped your tears off with the sleeve of his threadbare sweater and you hiccuped into a silence, already accepting your death.

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Reo murmured from the back. You lifted your swollen, red eyes to find his purple ones full of sincerity. “We actually want to keep you safe. There’s been rumours about human experiments and none of us want you to go through that. We want to keep you safe.”

You should’ve known the group’s appointed spokesperson would be a man used to spouting sweet words to get his way—whether with professors or girls—but a part of you wanted to believe Reo. You were so, so tired of fending for yourself, you wanted someone to help you with the burden of being a woman in these unacceptable times.

“Yes, Y/N.” Rin’s sudden reassurance struck you dumb with disbelief. “We have our old frat house—nobody comes by there anymore. We’ll keep you safe there and you can rest.”

It all sounded too good to be true. Here was a band of college footballers being completely sweet with you—wanting to protect, nurture and keep you hidden. But, you were waiting for the other shoe to drop; the catch in this arrangement.

“There’s more,” you whispered, scenting out their bullshit. “You’re not telling me the real reason.”

Men were never good liars—that much you could tell. So, when every single footballer glanced at the other, your senses were in red alert, demanding to uncover what was the terrible footnote to this otherwise flawless proposal.

“Well?” you muttered coldly, strengthening your resolve. “What do you want from me? What’s the catch?”

Reo was quick to turn your question around. “What? There’s no catch—”

“There is.” It was Isagi who spoke, sounding resigned and tired in the dimming darkness. “There is a catch. We shouldn’t lie to her, guys. We all agreed to tell her the truth if we found her and she was willing to listen.”

You held your breath, waiting for Isagi to drop the bomb. He seemed like he needed a moment to stabilise himself. He drew in a deep breath and unlocked his shoulders, looking you square in the eye. You half-wished he had kept you in the dark; never told you the truth. Because what he said next completely swept you off your feet, landing you onto the ground face-first and gasping in disbelief.

“It’s not about rewards or money—it’s about duty. We need your help to repopulate this city, Y/N… we want you to carry one of our babies.”

You felt a pair of broad-set shoulders shake under your smaller frame, the man underneath you stretching out his kinks and stiff muscles after a night of good sleep.

“Hm,” he groaned, brushing a hand down your bare spine. “Good morning, angel.”

Reo’s husky voice drew you back into consciousness, and you whined, burying your face into his neck to hide yourself from the morning’s glare. He chuckled at your antics, nosing your hair and pressing soft kisses onto your temple. “C’mon, sweetheart. It’s Rin’s turn with you today.”

Without missing a beat or opening your eyes, you mumbled: “Maybe you should all fuck me at one go so you guys can see who’s strong enough to knock me up.”

You meant those words as a joke, but when Reo’s shoulders stiffened, you suddenly realised the depth of danger you were flirting with.

“Don’t say such things you’ll regret, sweetheart,” he meant to tease you, gently easing you off his chest. “Or, the boys won’t stop until you give each one of us a baby.”

You tried to laugh, to shake off the sudden unease. Today was Wednesday, and Wednesdays meant pancake days in this unconventional household. You got up and slipped on Reo’s shirt, fluffing out your shorter hair. The guys had insisted you cut your locks so that it would be easier to hide them under a baseball cap and pass you off as a man if anyone came looking.

Sometimes, you did miss your femininity, but in a world where it was literally dying out, you couldn’t take any chances.

Flashing Reo a smile, you hummed. “Don’t laze around too much like Nagi—I’m making breakfast.”

In the living room, Bachira was the only one up and awake, his bright golden eyes following your every move as you wished him good morning and prepared your ingredients. Without a sound, he slipped behind you, calloused hands warm on your bare belly.

“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered into your ear, making goosebumps rise on your arms.

“Morning, Meguru,” you mumbled, trying to ignore how his hands were creeping up to your bare breasts. Living with seven men meant that you were subjected to their advances night and day. It got even worse when you had told them you missed your period last week, but your cycle turned out to be just a few days late.

That didn’t stop them from feeling you up, grasping your hips or pressing soft kisses to your neck when you least expected it. Like now, with Bachira’s hot breath bathing the sensitive strip of your jaw.

Meguru hadn’t been part of your kidnapping heist a few weeks ago, but he had shown up when Isagi called—ready to be of service and contribute his portion in repopulating your tiny, dying town.

Clicking your tongue at the price tag on the egg carton, you flipped the cardboard cover closed, affronted by the steep spike in those numbers.

“It’s getting bad out there, right?”

Bachira paused his efforts in running his nose down your neck, taken off guard by your sudden question. “Um. Yeah. Why’d you ask, princess?”

Because I haven’t seen the outside world in weeks. You swallowed your bitterness, focused on whipping the yolks into a golden perfection. The boys were doing their best to make you feel cosy and safe within these walls; you couldn’t be too ungrateful. They didn’t let you out for fear of someone catching sight of you—that’s why the windows and doors were all covered and barricaded.

They restricted your contact with only seven of them because they didn’t want an anonymous tip-off to result in you being taken away.

Every Blue Lock player was careful to protect their golden ace.

“Nothing,” you hummed in the breeziest voice you could muster. “Just curious, s’all.”

“Hmm.” Bachira’s hands moved up to your naked tits moving freely under Reo’s bigger t-shirt. “You smell like him,” he accused you softly with a nip to your ear. “That stupid rich boy.”

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” you tried not to smirk, but failed.

“Nah.” Bachira’s fingers trailed to your stiffening nipples, still sore from Reo’s ministrations (he loved biting down on them while you rode him) and eased the soft flesh in between his thumb and forefinger. “I was waiting for my turn—can’t believe I have to share you with those bastards.” You tried not to gasp and push your body back to meet his pelvis halfway, failing miserably to measure a cup full of milk. Some of the liquid sloshed onto your wrist and you heard Meguru snort.

“I love how sensitive you are, baby.”

Biting on your lower lip to stifle a whine, you pushed your ass back to brush the front of his pants, finding him already hard and waiting.

Bachira was one of the more eager boys, and you had to pace yourself and him less he fucked you on this counter and ruined Rin’s day with you.

“Meguru—”

“I know, I know,” he groaned, sounding both lustful and disappointed. “You’re emo Itoshi’s tonight. Fucking stupid stick game.” Cursing himself for literally getting the shorter end of the stick, you felt his pout imprint on your skin. “But, can’t we have a little bit of fun, baby? Can I eat your pussy out at least?”

You literally throbbed at his words, and almost gave in to the rushing desire sweeping you off your feet. Almost—until you heard Isagi’s voice knocking the both of you out of this lust-filled fog.

“Hey. What’re you both doing?”

While you smelled a threat, Bachira smelled an opportunity. His grin was shark-like, cutting through the tension when he didn’t stop playing with your nipples or back down when you hissed out his name.

“What’s it look like? I’m trying to fuck her.”

You tensed, waiting for Isagi to be pissed off. He was the one who reinforced this one-night sharing rule, and to see his best friend blatantly disregarding it would set off his rigid ego.

But, to your surprise, Isagi tilted his head, taking note of your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. “I think she… she likes it.”

Bachira glanced down to find your mouth parted slightly, brows furrowed with a deceptive look of pain when both men knew what it was. Desire.

Isagi, who could smell a goal or a wrench in the plans from a mile away, started to chuckle.

“Lift up her shirt. Continue playing with her nipples, Meguru.”

“Yes, captain,” Bachira sang, and lifted the hem of Reo’s sleep shirt up to expose your puffy, swollen nipples.

“Shit,” Isagi breathed, and you didn’t miss how he had to adjust himself through his shorts, those dark blue eyes eclipsed with a dark, unnamed emotion you were terrified to uncover. “They look so perfect and pointy.”

Bachira rolled your sensitive buds between his two fingers, ignoring your soft yelp and flinch when he began to tug on them with a bit more force. “Huh—it really is. Reo must’ve prepped her nicely for us.”

“For what?”

The voice of another lover joined the fray. You peeled your watery eyes up to find Reo’s curious expression sweeping between his two friends and your own flushed face. He didn’t seem angry that you were being fondled by Bachira in broad daylight—in fact, Reo looked like he didn’t feel anything.

He almost looked bored, sweeping those purplish hues to Isagi. “So, are we finally doing it?”

“Hmm.”

Doing what? You wanted to ask, but your head was tilted back, mouth falling open only for it to be filled by Bachira’s tongue coaxing yours to come and play with his. His kiss—if it could even be called that—was sloppy and unhurried, its full intention to leave you feeling shame and vulnerability in front of two of your other lovers.

Showing them how you easily folded and lost yourself to the sensations.

“Mm—can see her moving her hips,” Isagi’s lowered, husky voice shot a potent mix of desire and shame through your veins. “Check how wet she is Meguru.”

Abiding his best friend, Bachira dipped two fingers past the waistband of your sleep shorts. You mewled and tossed your head back when he swiped through your folds, teasingly circling your clit.

As soon as he gave you that wonderful friction, he retrieved it, leaving you high and dry.

“Meguru,” you whimpered. Bachira ignored you, holding his fingers up to the other two men; his digits glistening with your juices.

“I don’t think she can wait anymore,” Reo murmured, and this time, you caught a flash of darkness in his otherwise kind eyes. “Isagi—”

“I’ll go first.”

Meguru nudged you firmly to face the approaching, dark-haired man. You couldn’t keep your eyes off Isagi’s intense, blue eyes that were pinning you right to the spot like you were about to be burned on a stake. The fire came next when he reached out to caress your cheek, trailing his hand down your neck and grabbing your throat.

“Tease her clit again,” he ordered, and Bachira playfully said,

“Yes, captain.”

Fuck. You were growing lightheaded from the combination of Isagi choking you and Bachira running slow circles on your throbbing clit. It was even filthier when you remembered Reo was watching, most likely getting off to your desperate pinched expressions.

“Meguru… Yoichi…”

Calling them by their first name seemed to spur on those two men. Meguru eased one finger past your tight ring of muscle, melting through your spongy walls and hooking the tip of this thick index right against your g-spot. He nudged it forward in a fluid motion, like how he would effortlessly send forward a ball across the field, forcing a yelp past your kiss-swollen lips.

Your vision was purely dominated by Isagi’s increasingly unhinged expression; the sweat bulleting down his forehead, his mouth parted in a silent snarl, those dark, beautiful eyes coaxing you to jump down a well just to feel his touch…

“Y-Yoichi.”

As if he understood your deeper need, Isagi nodded feverishly at Bachira. “Remove her shorts… hold her open while I eat her out.”

Dutifully, Meguru followed his friend's instructions. You watched with wide, unblinking eyes as Yoichi got to his knees, his mouth so close to where you needed him the most.

Bachira slung your shorts down your ankles, revealing the sweet shape of your mound and the even sweeter treasure hidden in between your folds. Like a man hellbent on a mission, Yoichi gently pried your clit from under her hood, revealing the throbbing bud waiting to be licked, sucked or loved on.

You barely had time to catch your breath before his mouth was on you.

Every man in this house ate you out differently. Reo was more careful and controlled. Nagi was languid and tended to overstimulate you. Barou loved to have your legs on his shoulders as he dove in between your thighs.

But, Isagi was different; he ate you out with the determination of a man who had to prove he was the best in every way.

The feeling of his tongue swiping through your folds, those perfect pink lips sealing around your clit and how he sounded like he was making out with your pussy made you clench down on thin air.

“Yoichi…” you breathed.

Bachira went to work on stimulating you, too, tugging your shirt above your head and pinching your nipples again.

Both boys were so intent on driving you to the edge, that they didn’t realise the group of spectators they were attracting.

From the corner of your watery eyes, you noticed Rin standing, arms crossed over his broad shoulders and frosty glare—tainted with jealousy—directed towards the man in between your thighs. Kunigami had just gotten out of the shower, so his hair was still damp while Barou had returned from a workout, his muscles swollen and shiny with sweat. Chigiri and Nagi were the only ones probably still asleep, though you had little doubt your stream of moans would wake them up out of curiosity.

Meguru flicked the tip of his nails on your nipples, the sharp sting sending bites of pleasure right to your core.

“Megu—” you were interrupted again by another sloppy kiss.

“Tch. You’re all such fucking horndogs.” Rin’s grumble was white noise behind the blood rushing in your ears.

“... you’re not complaining…”

“Shut up…”

A sharp nip to your flesh inner thigh wrenched you back to the present, and you gasped, making eye contact with Isagi and his raised brow.

“You’re getting bored, Princess?”

Without missing a beat, you shook your head. “N-no, ‘Ichi. Mm’sorry.”

He clicked his tongue, obviously not buying your lie. “Here you are getting your pussy eaten out by me and you’re focusing on the other boys. Just admit that you’re a fucking cockwhore, Y/N.”

You gaped at his words, and your rage was lost when Bachira dragged you back to the counter, arranging you face down and ass up.

“M-Meguru—!”

“Come on, who wants to fuck her first,” he boldly exclaimed, shaking you to the core. “She’s ready for a baby.”

You burned from the inside out at how cheaply he was treating you; that sensation amplified by the sharpest slap of humiliation across your cheeks, Bachira’s handprint glowing warmly on your skin. He spanked you again, matching his mark on your right cheek to your left one, letting you cry out and clench down on thin air.

“Me.” A deep, resonate voice which you loved having at your ear while he fucked you on every Monday night. After all—a King always went first.

As one of the bigger guys, Barou’s physique gave him the advantage over the others to call dibs on you first, his undeniably good genetics and strong bone structure a contender for healthy babies.

You felt Bachira’s warmth melt from your side to be replaced by the feel of Shoei’s toned thighs pressed against your rear.

He soothed the spanks left on your skin with one large, coarse palm, and hummed deeply.

“You ready, pretty?”

Nodding, you turned your head to the side, unable to believe that you were in such a vulnerable position to be fucked by the entire football team.

You weren’t going to lie—you had imagined yourself in this position before. But, it was always in your wildest fantasies; to be defiled by the football team in your tiny uniform behind the bleachers. If you were being honest, every girl on campus had the same daydream, but you were closer to the unattainable. The entire idea was such a cliche, and yet, here you were, in a room full of hungry, testosterone-fuelled men who eagerly waited to have their turn with you—the pretty cheerleader from their bygone days before the world tried to kill humanity off.

Barou wasted no time in sinking his thick cock into you, groaning as your body took him inch by inch. He rubbed your hips, leaning forward to gently thumb your nipple. “There you go, baby. Taking me so well.”

His words were a stark contrast from his actions. Shoei gave a low, guttural groan when he bottomed out, a dirty thrill shooting down your spine at the feel of his entire cock moulding with your walls as seven other men gaze lustfully at you.

Through the shine of an old kettle on the counter top, you noticed Isagi palming himself through his shorts. Bachira was blatantly jacking himself off, one hand inside his sleep shorts. Kunigami was sitting on the sofa, staring at you slack-jawed and completely hard under his towel. Reo was the more subtle one, furtively glancing around and looking slightly uncomfortable, but still unable to tear his eyes from you.

Chigiri and Nagi had woken up, and Rin was standing a little ways by the door, distancing himself from the activities taking place.

For a split second, you felt bad for him—Rin was supposed to have you today, but he had to wait for his turn as the other guys fucked you; figuratively and literally blue-balled by his own teammates. It would’ve made you mad on his behalf if you weren’t—

“Ow!”

A sharp tug on your roots snapped your head back, and your cry bounced off the walls. Barou’s lips were on your neck, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

“Did I tell you you could be distracted? Pay attention to when your King fucks you.”

From the back, you heard Bachira snicker, but every thought flew out of your head when Barou set a pace which had your toes curling in your house slippers. He clamped one hand around the delicate roots of your hair, while the other guided your hips to meet his halfway.

The sound of balls hitting flesh filled the air, along with your animalistic groans and Barou’s deep ones. You heard a few more muffled groans, and someone cursing, but your thoughts were doused in wet cotton, growing heavier and fuzzier.

You could barely keep your eyes open, only cognizant of Barou’s cock shaping your walls and the impending ball of heat waiting to unravel right under your navel. Meeting his thrusts cleanly, soft mewls fell from your plush lips like dew, mingling with a bit of drool puddling onto the counter right under your mouth.

Barou was fucking you stupid and the other men knew it. He couldn’t stop the feral grin splitting his face in half when your hips bucked, a little slutty tick which told every man you were about to cum.

Without warning, you felt wet warmth fill you to the brim—your first load of the day taken like a champ.

Shoei hadn’t let you cum, and you reeled back from the disappointment with barely any grace; your soft sob was replaced by a moan when another man lined up his cock to your stuffed entrance.

You smelled his fresh pine cologne before you saw him, and sensed Rin’s impatience the second he gripped your jaw and wrenched your face back for a deep, frenzied kiss.

“Fucking whore,” he whispered into the heat of your mouth. “Letting the other boys feel you up when it’s my turn with you today. Where’s your shame?”

Your answer melted as one with a dulcet moan when Rin slid two fingers in between your swollen folds, testing the waters of your arousal. He barely cared when his digits were coated with a combination of Barou’s cum and your juices; he just stuck those soiled, pale and nimble fingers which could’ve rivalled a skilled pianist down your throat. You gagged on them, eyes going blurry and all teary from the flavouring of sin heavy on your tongue.

“Rin,” you hiccuped, and he hummed.

“Take me deeper, baby.”

His command brought a throbbing wave of desperation arresting you from head to toe. You tried to bring his fingers further down your gullet, but gagged when he was almost knuckle-deep.

“Mhpmh!” Your syrupy moan made every man groan, the sheer desperation in how you attempted to fully swallow Rin’s fingers a commendable feat considering he had absurdly thick fingers to match his height.

“Good girl,” Rin praised you in a husky voice when he felt your throat bob around his digits. “You’re really such the perfect fuckdoll, huh? Always so ready for us.”

“Mhmm…” your eyes rolled back into your head, your entire body tensing when you felt his cock slowly breach past your tight ring of muscle.

“Fucking take this dick, baby, I know you can,” the youngest striker urged, his words beyond filthy compared to the other men. Rin was one of the only few people in this house who could talk you through the immense pleasure, and you loved him all the more for it.

His obscene mouth would never fail to leave you reeling from the difference in his demeanour; sour and quiet when he wasn’t fucking you, to brash and downright filthy when he was egging you towards an orgasm.

You loved Rin and his duality; lived to watch it come to life.

You wanted to swallow him down and eat him up whole to satiate the deep well of lust inside of you no matter the price.

“Rin…” you gurgled past his fingers. “Mhmmmore.”

“More?” he interpreted your gurgles with the ghost of a chuckle. You quite liked it when Rin laughed even if it was a soft exhale; it made you feel lighter to hear his happiness. He hummed and plunged his fingers back down your throat, playing with the soft palate of your tongue, while his cock inched deeper and deeper into your sacred heat.

The second he bottomed out, his forehead thumped onto your shoulder, a long drawn out groan of relief radiating warmth right into your throbbing heart. Rin’s reactions were adorable as they were pussy stirring, his duality further exacerbated by those spit-slicked fingers retracting from your mouth and moving down to your puffy clit.

He gently rubbed circles into them, catching you whenever you bucked into his embrace. His lips were on your neck, his hot breath expelling heated groans onto the sensitive skin. Every single shaky circle on your sensitive nub was pulling you closer and closer into a white hole of pleasure.

Your moans were reaching fever pitch, and the entire house was doused with the arousal of seven men who couldn’t wait to fuck you.

The boys whispered something over your stream of mewls and your feet were off the ground, your limp body in Rin’s arms. Without a second to spare, he brought you to the main bedroom where the largest bed could fit at least three men.

There, he laid you down, your head dangling off the edge so your mouth was hanging wide open for the next man to defile.

Rin eased himself in between your spread thighs, placing a kiss onto your sternum almost reverently and leaving more pressees on your jaw and cheeks. You felt someone else rustle up towards the other side of the bed, and your eyes met Kunigami’s darkened ones. His towel was shed off, a heap on the floor, and his long, girthy cock throbbed in anticipation over your face.

“Open up for me, pretty girl,” Rensuke murmured, grazing your cheek and then hooking a thumb on your bottom lip to spread you wider. You whined, overstimulated on both ends when you felt both men sink into you at the same time. Rin bottomed out the second Rensuke hit the back of your throat, making you jerk and gag.

The both of them were big—far too big for your smaller body. It was a struggle to take them both and you felt your body reacting to the impossible feat.

“Ssh, ssh,” Rin whispered into your hair. “Relax, baby. You can take us, I know you can.”

With watery eyes, all you could do was mewl, hips bucking pathetically. Rin’s long girth was directly hitting your g-spot with every thrust, and Rensuke was splitting your throat in half. You felt like you could drown in their musk and the thick scent of sex in the air.

Something bitter hit the back of your throat, and you gagged, about to spit Rensuke out when he clamped one hand on your throat, telling you to keep him there if you wanted to know what was good for you.

“Hold me, sweetheart. Hold it,” the large football player murmured. You were sure your entire system was going haywire—your pussy and mind in war to come out at the top of your frazzled emotions.

One of your hands was buried in Rin’s hair, and another was perched on Kunigami’s thigh, trying to ease him down your battered throat.

Without warning, the other man withdrew his thick length from your mouth, splatters of drool dripping down your chin and neck; defiling you even more.

“Fucking hurry it up, Rin,” Kunigami growled, throwing the other striker a murderous look which juxtaposed his usually kind expression jarringly. “I need to cum in her.”

Rin grunted, returning the other striker’s glare with a hostile one of his own. “Shut the fuck up—let me have this with her.” Kunigami stroked himself, trying to keep himself hard as Rin started to jackhammer into your willing cunt.

Your screams of pleasure echoed around the room, contrasting with the other men’s deep growls and groans. It sounded like a smorgasbord of erotic sounds, complemented by the slap of Rin’s balls on your ass.

The youngest man was close on the verge of his orgasm, his face pinched and drawn. You thought he would’ve taken this chance to cum and ignore your pleasure, like Barou did, but you were sorely wrong when it came to Rin. He pressed a thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing it soft and sweet, increasing the pressure when you started to buck and whine into his embrace.

You smelled the sting of his sweat, felt it drip into your open mouth, tainting it with the taste of Kunigami’s precum and his own excitement.

“I’m close,” you sobbed out, arms like vines around his shoulders, nails stabbing into his back. “G’na cum, Rin-Rin—fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He shook his head, a feral look of pure determined arousal lighting those beautiful features. “Cum for me, baby. Make a mess—show the other guys how much you love my cock.”

Your back arched, and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Your thighs tensed around his waist, almost clamping the air out of his lungs from how hard you were clenching around him. The minute ticks, the red lines you left down his back, and your eyes rolling back into your skull arrived at a blinding crescendo.

“Oh! Ugh, Rin—!”

Your first orgasm hit you like a brick wall, steamrolling every thought from your blank mind. Rin’s face fell into the crook of your neck, and his stuttering hips brought forth a fountain of warmth flowing freely into your womb.

You were coasting, high on hormones and pleasure, when he disappeared from your embrace, only to be replaced by another body. Kunigami’s lips on your skin were like warm fluttering butterfly wings, slowly bringing you back to the ground.

“I’m here next, okay, baby?” His tender tone didn’t prepare you for how his cock stretched you out.

“Too big,” you muttered, losing every shred of your composure and shame to hiccup those dirty words. “You’re t-too big.”

“Yeah?” He kissed your tears away. “Aren’t you glad I can stretch you out? Give your sweet body some practice when you have to push out our babies?”

His words ignited a flame right in your lower belly—making you cry out when Rensuke started to slip inside your already overflowing hole. Gushes of white streaked your thighs, the other men’s releases staining the bed underneath you.

As you got used to his slightly wider girth, you didn’t expect Kunigami to roll you on your hands and knees. His cock slid back into your waiting heat, the angle making him feel bigger, and stretching you out even more.

But, it also placed you face to face with the other guys who were eyeing you hungrily—none more so than Reo.

One thick hand wound the hair around the nape of your neck to snap your head up, keeping you firmly in place to watch the lust dancing in their eyes.

“You really should see how fucking sexy you look, baby,” Chigiri hummed, those bright eyes latched onto the spot where you and Kunigami were connected. “We could eat you whole—you fucking little slut.”

“So pretty,” Reo cooed, and Nagi nodded in agreement.

The lilac-haired man got bold enough to stride up to you, perching himself on the edge of the bed where your swinging tits were mesmerising him.

“Raise her up a little bit, Ren.”

Kunigami obeyed Reo’s orders, settling on his haunches and bringing you up with one arm securely snug around your neck. Your tinier hands fluttered to the thick trunk of his forearm as if trying to pry him off, the breath in your lungs knocked out by Rensuke’s headlock.

But, whatever bit of oxygen you managed to inhale from Kunigami’s loosening hold was taken away as Reo leaned forward to kiss and suck your tits. He massaged the neglected one with one hand, his lips busy toying with your right nipple. You watched with bated breath as his tongue caressed the hardening flesh, the firm suction of his lips on the vulnerable flesh sending pangs of pleasure straight to your core.

You cried out, throwing your head back to bump Rensuke’s chin. He grunted, and shifted his arm a bit so he could grasp your neck instead, holding you steady as his cock wrecked you and Reo’s mouth on your tits continued driving you insane.

“She’s drooling,” Nagi drawled, catching their attention.

Every eye zeroed in on your blissed-out face, your mouth parting and a little bit of spit dripping past your chin. Kunigami chuckled, breathless and almost feral when he leaned forward to sloppily make out with you.

The sound of wet lips smacking on each other and a big cock stirring you closer to another orgasm made every man in the room throb—even those who had already come. Every footballer was thinking of the numerous ways he could bend you over and fuck you hard until you squirted all over them; each of their mind’s eye tainted with your sweet moans and even sweeter release.

You gave a short scream, your orgasm catching everyone off guard when you almost folded forward if it wasn’t for Reo catching you. Your body was shuddering like someone had tasered you—a pure scream of pleasure rebounding across the thin walls.

Reo held you as you sobbed, your release triggering Kunigami’s own orgasm. More warmth filled you up and you had lost track of how many men had already came in you; your brain a complete mush with no solid thoughts in it.

Like clockwork, another cock filled you—this time it was Reo’s again—and your mouth was stuffed with someone else's length. You were dragged into a cowgirl position by Reo who let Nagi mount you from the back, both of their lengths taking turns pistoning into your stretched out heat.

“Disgusting,” someone muttered in disdain over the sounds of two men concurrently fucking one woman. Neither of you cared, and you were pulled into a sloppy makeout session with Nagi as Reo continued sucking and licking your already reddened nipples.

Every part of your orifice was swollen, but you still took Chigiri without complaint when it was his turn. You were already like jelly at this point, your entire body sagging on the bed and going numb from the neverending pleasure.

Thankfully, he was quicker, cumming into you within minutes, and kissing you on the forehead afterwards. Your hole was stuffed to the brim with white hot cum, and you thought you couldn’t take anymore until you felt Bachira sliding behind you, hitching your thighs up.

“Hey, Princess,” the golden-eyed menace cooed. “Did you think we would forget about you?”

You felt the bed dip, and Isagi’s face swam in your vision. He came closer to give you a kiss, and his lips felt like a soothing balm on a hot day.

“Yoichi,” you whispered, eyes heavy and body already close to shutting down from exhaustion. “M’so tired.”

“I know, pretty girl, I know,” the dark-haired man whispered. “But, Meguru and I haven’t had our turn with you yet. It would be unfair if we didn't, right?” He gently stroked your cheek, voice saturated with fake sympathy. “You wouldn’t want us to not fuck you after you’ve already taken everyone’s cock, right? You’re not that cruel to deny us, are you, baby?”

“Fucking twisted weirdo,” you heard another person quip. But, you were too far gone to stop the collision of his lips on yours, that skilled mouth drinking away all of your complaints.

As he distracted you, Bachira slipped his thick and veiny cock right into your waiting cunt, his groan low and erotic against your shoulder.

“How’re you still so wet and tight after so many rounds?” He nipped your shoulder in frustration, setting a pace that rutted your body back and forth on the soft sheets. “You’re a fucking nympho, baby—so needy for our cocks.”

“Shut up,” you groaned in between Yoichi’s hot mouth pressing onto yours. You tried to squirm away to get back some of your lost breath, but Isagi refused to let you part from his lips. He chased after you, mouth sealing over yours again and again as you tried to twist your head this way and that.

Strings of spittle clung to both of your chins, and that sick part inside of you which wanted more pushed the voice of common sense in your head out of the way—making you fall head over heels for Yoichi’s mouth on yours. You kissed him back with as much hunger and zeal as your tired body could muster, pushing your boundaries right to the very edge.

Isagi’s ego fed heartily on your submission, greedily taking everything you gave him.

By the end of this sloppy makeout session, your lips were tingling, and Bachira had already come inside of you—getting off to the sight of his best friend and the girl they were sharing stuck in an intimate lip lockdown.

The last man to take you was drawing it out. He took your face in his hands, nudging you free from Bachira’s grasp and rolling you into his arms.

“Out,” Isagi commanded, in a tone that broke no argument. “Leave me and Y/N alone.”

The rest of the guys began to grumble, but one sharp glare from the terrifying striker was enough to quiet everyone down. Indisputably, Yoichi ran the show, and his ego was bigger than any of theirs combined—the lesser knew when to give way to someone who could devour them without regrets.

Everyone turned to leave, and the last one was Rin who hovered by the doorway, unwilling to abandon you to Yoichi’s devices. The other dark-haired man shot his nemesis a frigid stare that could’ve frozen over Hell’s fires.

“Out, Itoshi.”

The younger man countered his superior’s glare with a mutinous one of his own.

“Who’s to say you won’t hurt her?” Rin’s nostrils flared, flickering his gaze to your closed eyes and limp body. “We can’t trust you with her.”

Isagi snorted. “If you want to watch, be my guest. I’ll fuck her so good she’ll forget about you assholes.”

The competition was on, and you were the final prize for these men to win. But, it wasn’t just your body they wanted—each of them fought to secure your womb so it would grow their fruits and give them the family they dreamed of.

You were their greatest treasure, and they would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you were safe—even watching the other men to make sure none of them would hurt you.

Isagi was a packaged dynamite waiting to blow; he was too unpredictable and Rin would hate himself if he pushed you too far or injured you in any shape or form. He planted himself against the wall, arms folded across his chest while those searing teal eyes watched you gasp and preen for Isagi’s attention.

The dark-haired man was playing with your clit, using the dirtiest tactic to rile you up so you would explode in pleasure for him. His mouth was toying with your swollen nipples, and Rin winced when he bit on the tender nub, earning your shriek. It didn’t take a genius to see you were hanging on the tether of your sanity, and with your body already keyed up to the hundreds, your next orgasm was sure to leave you delirious.

Your small hands wound up in his hair, holding him close despite the excruciating pleasure. If Yoichi was the current wrecking you apart, he was also the life buoy you clung on to as your body coasted on the unending pleasure.

“I don’t even need to make you wet, baby,” he breathed right into the shell of your ear, gripping your hips hard. “You’re already so stretched out for me.”

Your breathing caught, a hitched moan echoing around the room when he sank deep into your heat with little to no prep. Isagi kissed you on your lax mouth, and tasted your tears right on his tongue.

“You okay, baby?” He forced your face to his, and your eyes fluttered open. All you could give was a tired nod, and he grinned down at you. “Okay. Are you ready?”

You nodded again, and that was when another person caught your attention. “Rin?”

“M’here,” the other dark-haired striker murmured, his eyes softening with fondness when you smiled at him. “I’ll make sure you get your rest afterwards.”

You hummed, and the idea of knocking off to sleep sounded so good, your eyes had already slipped close.

“Hey—focus on me, sweetheart.”

Isagi’s hand around your neck squeezed down, cutting off your air supply. You gasped and sputtered, eyes rolling wide open. His grin was feral, touched with a hint of insanity. “Good girl. Now, watch me fuck you, sweetheart.”

He pushed your back onto the pillows, and your eyes instantly went to where you both were connected. Isagi’s pretty cock was smeared with your juices and the other men’s cum, the sight alone so filthy it made your cheeks flush.

“‘Ichi,” you hiccuped, going dumb on every stroke of his heavy cock against your velvet walls. “I-I’m close.”

Your pussy fluttered around his length, the overstimulation touching you like a livewire. He rolled his hips into yours, the sloppy sounds of your pussy getting him higher than any risky goal. There was a reason he went last, and it was because he wanted to savour the sounds you were making; the way your pretty eyes went all glassy and hazy just for him.

Isagi loved you so fucking much, he swore he couldn’t breathe when you started to chant his name.

“‘Ichi, ‘Ichi,” you gasped out, twisting in his grip, your back arching. “K-Kiss me, ‘Ichi.”

He obliged you, ignoring the jealous presence waiting right in the wings, waiting for him to fuck up. But, Isagi was gentle with you. He tenderly planted hot, open-mouthed kisses onto your parted lips, drinking in your sweet whines and mewls of desperation. Isagi himself wasn’t in control of his body; that was the effect you had on him.

You drove him crazy with your supple love and beautiful smiles. Everytime you looked at him, it felt like he had been shot right in the chest. Yoichi was so, so crazy for you, and luckily for him, your feelings were the same.

He let Rin get an eyeful of you licking his lower lip, your treacherous side coming to light when you blatantly showed off your preference for the unassuming striker. The other man looked like he was swallowing shards of concrete, his expression twisted in disgust. But, Isagi had already given him an out and Rin didn’t want to take it—he was stuck with the consequences of his actions.

“Yoichi,” you sighed out his name, all stickily sweet in your high-pitched moan. “I love you, ‘Ichi.”

“Yeah?” Isagi grunted, your little confession going straight to his burgeoning ego. “Say it louder, baby. Tell the whole world what you feel for me.”

“I love you,” your gasp of pleasure when he changed the angle of his driving hips fed the monster inside of him. “I love you!”

“Fuck,” Isagi bit down on your neck, leaving behind a mark for the other men to see. Rin’s own marks were on your shoulders and breasts, but Isagi had gone one step further to make his impression on the tender skin between your neck and jaw—right above your pulse point. It was so every beat of your heart echoed with his imprint and every time any of the boys looked at you, they were reminded of who you loved the most.

“‘Ichi,” you gasped out, and your stuttering hips told Isagi you were already close. Your thighs tensed around him, and he fueled your unravelling further by rubbing on your clit with his rough thumb, the action making you jerk and gasp like you had been electrocuted.

“Yoichi… ‘Ichi… Yoichi!” you cried out his name as your body gave one final push—your release slamming into you with the force of a thousand brick walls, dragging you straight into darkness.

You thought you might’ve died in this instance. Your entire body felt too heavy, and you could physically hear every beat of your heart.

Someone was holding you tightly to his chest, his lips peppering gentle kisses on your face. You pried your eyes open after what felt like two hours trying to recollect your bearings, only to find a pair of teal eyes gazing down at you in worry.

“Baby?” Rin’s voice was soft and unintrusive. He let you get used to the bright light of a warm afternoon—watching you stretch yourself and ease your muscles.

“What time is it?” you asked in a thick voice. Staring down your body, someone had cleaned you up and dressed you in Kunigami’s oversize t-shirt and Rin’s boxers. You felt refreshed and well-taken care of, your entire heart swelling eight times its size to fit your love for every man in there.

Rin leaned forward and you caught his face with your shaky palms, caressing those defined cheekbones.

“You slept for almost an hour. Bachira thought you had died.”

You stifled a giggle, tracing your thumbs over the shape of his mouth. Rin let you pull him in for a kiss, and like the worrywart he was, he didn’t deepen it, not wanting to give into the insatiable lust humming in his veins.

If you thought one horny, touch-starved man was a handful, you hadn’t expected the other seven to come through the door and pile up on the bed, each of them clamouring to cuddle you.

You giggled when Nagi tripped over Reo to snuggle up on your left side, only to be stopped by Bachira who literally yanked the taller man out of the way to steal his place. In the end, you took turns cuddling with each man, their deep sigh of relief that things had turned out great and not as weird as they thought, fed right into your relaxed soul.

As sunlight streamed in through the blinds, the outside world may be in an upheaval, but within these four walls, you were as safe as you could be in your favourite football team’s arms.

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♤ unKing | Barou Shouei x gn!Reader

▽ featuring: barou shouei x gn reader … no repost on any platforms © laterosal 2024 … sooo bachira and his clown antics resulting in barou and you casually kissing—and hinted in a no-blue-lock!au where barou, bachira, nagi, and reader are in the same youth team (requested!) … word count: 969

… A/N: hii mike!! i hope you’re having a good day as well, i’m just surviving school as i gotta wake up early now. (very unfortunate) but i tried your first request—something did not click because it took me a week to get down a few hundred words… so i tried with the second request and maybe it did work? hope you enjoy this one :)

📌 AO3 | requested one-shot

Shoei Barou often thought his teammates in his youth team were chaotic, but not to the point where you would even have the thought of Barou, the “king” of the field, having chased down a small bee. A small bee, taunting Barou’s every move, realizing he was backed into a corner and had to feel the wrath of Barou.

You could practically feel that fury booming from a few meters away, as you leaned against the goal post, staring amusingly at these soccer players’ shenanigans. Surely it started with Seishiro Nagi, a somewhat unmotivated yet genius soccer player who decided to join a youth team out of boredom. His famed skill was trapping: hence, the Trap-Whatever-You-Can-Championship (Part 2) commenced amongst the highly skilled soccer players of their youth team. Held in the penalty box in the soccer field, Nagi started off with balancing his cellphone on his leg, moving on with a black-inked pen on his foot. Other soccer players attempted to do the same, though only a select few were even able to find the key concepts of trapping an item. One would include Shoei Barou—his effort of perseverance unwavering as some of his fellow teammates taunted him.

Bachira Meguru, who early on into soccer figured out their skill in dribbling, decided to take up a challenge and participate in Seishiro Nagi’s challenge of trapping items. You decided to try out this skill of trapping, although you long gave up and decided to hang around the goal post.

…

It did not go as well as planned.

Bachira, his bright highlights that flowed to the rhythm of his dribbling, seemed to not take trapping a skill so seriously. Rather, he attempted to balance a soccer ball on his ankle, then kicked it into the sky and chased after it. Only without noticing Barou behind him—the king of the field wiping the sweat dripping down his face as he squeezed some water out of his water bottle, who was conveniently hanging around you.

“Oops! I guess I should have known that trapping would kill me~” Bachira’s smile widened as Barou gave the former a death glare. Bachira looked up and attempted to follow the soccer ball, knocking Barou down. Like a pair of dominos, Bachira stumbled to the nearest patches of the grass near the goal post, and Barou tumbled into you, where his lips were pressed against yours.

Silence.

The soccer ball thumped against the grass, slowly rolling towards Bachira.

Bachira raised his eyebrows and scratched his head sheepishly, already scrambling away from Barou. They all did not want to mess with Barou himself—especially when his temper would blow away the feeble from the soccer field. You stared surprisingly at Barou as he slowly stood up, a pointed glare at all his teammates watching.

“S… orry?” You murmur as Barou narrowed his eyes at his teammates.

“Stop watching and get back to doing your—” Barou cracked his neck and knuckles, his voice a low and threatening one. Bachira whistled from across the world, teasing Barou to chase him. And like a small animal chase, the king of the field scrambled onto his feet and tailed the bee, easily dodging and swerving across the field. You grinned at the sight, touching your lips gingerly as you remembered the small kiss planted on your lips, leading to the king of the field with a murderous intent chasing…

“GET THE PHONE!”

“NO, HE’S GOING TO KILL US—”

“YOU DRIBBLING BEE, DON’T DIE TO HIM—”

The teammates were howling and screeching (in case Bachira gets jumped by Barou), while Seishiro Nagi stood on the sidelines, pulling out his phone to hop onto some video games.

“Oi, Y/N, want to help me out here?” Bachira yelled out as he ran towards you.

“Don’t. You. Dare. Y/N!” Barou screeched as he went for some other teammates who began to taunt him. You decided that if you wanted to see the golden light tomorrow, perhaps it was best to sit out today.

You didn’t want to get on Barou Shouei’s bad side, did you?

“I-hm, I won’t.” You promised Barou. “Bachira, how’s it going with Barou chasing you..?”

You didn’t even get a chance to hear Bachira’s response as he tumbled onto the field, as Barou violently shook his shoulders. He later stood up, clasped his hands together and brushed off some grass on his uniform, stalking towards you.

“You don’t need to be sorry, Y/N.” Barou lowered his voice as he put his hand on your shoulder, flinging off the towel slinging from his shoulders onto his head. You frowned as you wondered why he started off the sentence with those words. “That little busy bee… I swear… Next time he pulls any of those antics again…” Sorry..? Did you ever apologize to him—

“I’ll… help you.” You gave Barou an assuring smile. “Yeah?” Barou blew a heavy sigh out and hopped out of the field.

You soon realized that you had mumbled an apology after the kiss—

Oh.

“I’m surprised that the king even acts so uh, un-kingly in front of you.” Nagi shuffled over to you, leaning against the metal poles of the goal post. “Y’know, Y/N.”

“Uh-huh? I don’t really… understand.”

“Mm, sure. He doesn’t act so strict with you, unlike me.” Nagi groaned as Barou tugged on the back of his shirt, signaling to get up for practice. If Barou had heard Nagi’s words, the king brushed it off like they did not bother him at all. Nagi snorted, before a swift click on his cellphone screen—a VICTORY screen flashing on.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe Barou did act a little… less strict in front of you.

He seemed so much of an un-kingly soccer player in front of you who seemed to listen to you.

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satrs · 1 year ago

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Can’t feel my face - bllk x fem!Reader N°5

MDNI!

Tags; NSFW. unprotected sex. ass slapping(once). nipple play. Teasing.

“PULL THEM OFF”,

Sae demanded, while frowning, frustrated at the fact that he failed in stripping you off your panties in the small space in the backseat of his car.

Y/N chuckled at his child-like frown, complying to his request. He let out a shaky breath at the sight of her beautiful pussy, aching for his attention.

He lowered his pants just right to pull out his throbbing length, too impatient to pull them down, probably or prep her. He needed to be inside of her. Now.

He allied himself right at her aching hole, slapping his tip on her sensitive bud of nerves, earning a yelp from her.

“Saeee, stop teasin‘,“ she mewled, getting greeted with a forceful thrust of his hips, causing her to moan out loudly and taking his shoulders as a leverage.

„Fuckfuckfuck, wait! Nghh!“, Y/N whined. Sae didn’t dare to say a word nor move, being positive he would cum right now if he felt her walls tightening around his length so deliciously again.

Instead, he rubbed sensual and slow circles on her clit, getting a heavy sigh from her in return.

She soon felt comfortable with him inside of her, the soft stimulation of her clit only adding to her pleasure.

Suddenly, Sae swiftly pulled out of her, causing her to whine out at the loss of contact. He seated himself on the seat, cock heavy in his hand.

He gave her a commanding look, hand gliding up and down his cock eagerly, urging her to get on top of him. She spread her legs on his lap, taking a hold of his throbbing cock, quickly slamming down on his length, causing his breath to drive out of his lungs.

Sae‘s hand fidget with her top and bra, sliding it away just for her tits to pop out, popping one of her nipples right into his mouth.

She threw her head back in pleasure, hand resting on his head, urging him to almost be suffocated by her breasts.

Sae didn’t mind. Not in the slightest. He can barely remember when he fucked her the last time, not being able to find pleasure with any other woman he tried to satisfy his needs with. She was heavy on his mind at any time throughout the day, having him go crazy over her with nothing but her bare presence.

This was perfect. The beautiful moans she let out, her face twisted in pleasure, hole clenching so tightly around him, causing him to let out a low moan.

“Just-“, he took his unoccupied hand to your back, harshly slapping it onto your ass, a loud moan erupting out of you, “-like that.”

His mind gave out on him, last bits of pride leaving his body, as he unraveled under her, reaching his high right after he just so managed to lead her to hers first.

She plopped on top of him, chin resting in the crook of his neck, causing the hair on his neck to stand up straight.

Sae tightly closed his eyes, dragging a hand over his face as he let out a shaky breath, “Fuck.”

Y/N got out of his lap, to which he had to hardly suppress a whine escaping his lips at the loss of her velvet walls around him.

She wiggled herself back into her clothes, huffing when she struggled to pull her stunt off.

„You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck. No need to show that nasty attitude.“

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As Y/N woke up, she felt the sun tickling her face. Reaching for her hand on the nightstand, she came to face with a message that came to view on her phone.

Sae:

Hey. Can we meet up?

She smiled at his text, typing her answer right away.

Ofc. Give me a minute, just woke up :o

Sae had to, couldn't conceal the smile that creeped up his lips.„Whatcha smiling about?", the man in front of him teased. “Mind your business, Oliver.”, he spat, typing away his last message.

Take your time. See you at 9.

The black haired man smirked at that, his heterochromia eyes crinkled at the action.

Oliver was also a friend of his, knowing him for even longer than Shidou. Oliver used to be a boxer at Blue Lock, but now acting on to be a cut man, Barou's to be exact.

He was the one to introduce Barou to the world of underground boxing, aiming for him to be his perfect replacement and training him all the things he needs to know. Back when he was in the ring, he was called ‚ the Final Wall', no one who ever fought him being able to force him into defeat, until his fight against the Treasure.

Nagi Seishiro - A name that tastes like vomit on his tongue. "Barou fought against that spoiled brat, right? I've heard", Oliver commented, leaning forward in his seat, head resting on the first of his hand. "Yeah. He lost, but it was a close call. Good job.” Sae’s compliment made a smirk appear on Oliver’s face, stunned by having the honor to be complimented by the stoic male.

„Stop with that weird smile and move it. I need to be somewhere.“ Oliver huffed out a small laugh, raising his hands in defeat, following Sae to his car.

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“I’m sorry he’s here, but I promised him to drop him off somewhere”, Sae tried to explain to Y/N from his rolled down car window.

She shook her head, not minding the quick change of plans, making her way to the backseat, seating herself in it.

„I’m Oliver Aiku, but a sweet thing like you can gladly call me Oli‘. What’s your name pretty princess?“ the man in the passenger seat turned around to take a look at her, holding out his hand too her in a greeting manner and smile adoring his lips.

Her eyes lit up in surprise at the sight of the man's eyes, having two different colors. „I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Oli‘“ she decided to test the waters, his smirk only growing at the mention of his nickname on the young woman's plump lips.

She’s bold, and hot at that, he thought to himself, retreading his posture back to the front.

The car soon halted in front of what seemed to be a bakery, a familiar person standing in front of the entrance, pudding pastry in hand, softly biting down on it, munching.

"Barou's at it again, huh? Even though I told him he shouldn't eat so much of that shit…", Oliver sighed, moving out of the car to greet him.

Y/N was still skeptical over him, his past action still heavy on her mind. "You want something?", Sae suddenly questioned, turning around to meet her eyes, motioning his question at the bakery.

At the thought of her favorite pastry, she gave in, "Sure."

As she walked past Barou, she tried to ignore him. He just clicked his tongue at her action, licking the remaining pudding on his lip.

When she and Sae came back out of the bakery, both of them accompanied by some sweet pastries, Oliver and Barou were still where the both of them left them to be, their eyes quick to look at her in an intense manner.

"Yo, sweet checks! You're at blue lock today too? There is no boxing today. Reo's throwing a party 'cause of that brats 100th win or somethin'", he rubbed the back of his neck, not feeling good talking about Nagi.

Her eyes peaked up at the mention of a party. She wasn't able to party for some time, due to her job and overall being busy. And, why not? Being surrounded by so many attractive men - five at that-was nothing she would say no to.

She would make sure to make this night one none of them would forget so easily.

"You bet."

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

#blue lock smut #itoshi sae smut #itoshi #itoshi sae #bllk shidou #shidou ryuusei x reader #blue lock #blue lock x female reader #blue lock x you #oliver aiku smut #oliver aiku #blue lock oliver #reo smut #reo mikage #nagi #nagi smut

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ramu-ego · 2 years ago

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(nsfw) ROPE BUNNIES :: x femdom!Reader

♡ - requests open cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, aged up, bondage/bdsm themes, nipple play, handjob(s), anal fingering, pegging/cum lube, vaginal penetration (Nagi's), sex toys, general sexual themes word count: scenario headcanons character(s): Barou Shoei, Itoshi Rin, Koun Wataru, Bachira Meguru, Nagi Seishiro

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

THE CRAB :: nylon ropes + nipple play

Barou huffed, face flush with color almost as rosy as his nipples and red eyes in a dull haze after you'd peeled the tape off of one of the bullet vibrators previously adhered to his chest. One still alive and humming on his pec as he watched you take the rest of the tape off the other tiny vibrator with a grin. "Ahh look how much you like it my king." You rolled the hard plastic between your fingers while your other hand reached out to pinch and pluck at his uncovered nipple. Immediately getting Barou to rolls his eyes into the back of his head. Muscles jumping to life as they strained against the ropes criss-crossing his chest as well as the snug knots keeping his legs and arms tied together in the classic crab like pose. You smirked down at the muscle idiot soccer player under you and saw nothing but a helpless horny idiot, "Want your titties played with huh? Does the king have sensitive little tits begging to be played with?" Wedging yourself rightfully between his bound legs you turn on the freed bullet vibrator and let it gloss over his skin as you get comfortable. Barou's legs spread and bound upwards allowing you complete access to his chest. Cock, while screaming for attention with a purple and red head glistening with precum, was not your desire at the moment. Leaving him to groan deep in the back of his throat when your front leaning over him gave him only a miniscule amount of relief brushing his cum heavy balls and throbbing cock. All of that passed up in favor of cupping your hands along the ropes crossed over his chest. And squeezing the prominent muscles in the pro's chest. Pushing them together and watching Barou melt like a horny teenager getting their tits fondled for the first time. Squeezing them together and smiling you graze your thumb over Barou's one uncovered nipple as the other one was still being subjected to the bullet on it's highest setting taped to his chest. With only one uncovered you couldn't stop at just rubbing and pinching it. Leaning down and giving his cock even more to rut and grind against in his vulnerable position on his back. Your lips encircle his sensitive little bud to lavish it with attention from your tongue. Sucking and grazing your teeth over his nipple as Barou writhes in pleasure under you absolutely unable to do anything this bound up with his favorite ropes. At your mercy until you finally popped your lips off his nipple. Licking the excess salvia from your lips but letting what clung to his nipple give him shivers the second cold air hit it. Growling but powerless under you, Barou tried to glare up at you but had no real power as you once again reached out and pinched his nipple until it was growing as red and rosy as the bridge of his nose, "Lets see if you can cum from just your nipples this time...like a good boy."

THE PUPPY STYLE :: spread bar + milking

Your hands slip down and grab at the thickest part of his thighs to pull him back against your pubic bone playfully. Rin folded over in half in front of you. Face down, ass up; with his head turned only enough so the idiot didn't suffocate himself. He was for them most part immobilized by the black bar keeping his knees shoulder width apart. Perfect positioning for you. "Such a good boy..." Words thick with that sweet praising tone Rin fought tooth and nail for, you could feel him groan when he heard you. In addition to the cute butt wiggle he did back against your pelvic area, "Ah, do you wish I had the strap on?" Eyes rolling back in his head Rin's face pinched a little before he relaxed with a heavy groan, "Shut up..." Moving away from him. Releasing his hips entirely and earning a moan of protest at even the slight friction you were giving him. Rin wiggled and pulled at his cuffs keeping his hands snug next to his feet in the spread bar. His words a direct correlation to the attention he would get. And he knew this. Reaching out to caress a single finger down the seam of his cum heavy balls. You amuse yourself with the faint touch running down the underside of his cock as Rin tries with all his might to push back into you and relieve some of the ache knotting up in his stomach due to his throbbing cock. And as your finger tip swiped past his leaking tip you indulged the brat with your fist closing around his cock. "With an attitude like that you're not gonna get anything but my hand." You reprimand him with that sickeningly sweet tone but with the worst threat of them all. Rin shakes his head in deniable about that. Burying his face into the fabric under his face as the first long languid stroke of his cock sends a shiver right up his spine. Goosebumps prickling all over his skin you can't help but draw a feathery touch down his spine as your fist slowly pumps away at his cock, "Is that really a threat though when you love to be milked like a common animal?" Rin could snap at the strongest of teammates. Argue with world super stars on a global scale. But you. You were impossible to disagree with. Not when his cock continued to leak into your fist. Fingers curled around his throbbing length in the most delicate way. Pumping him up and down slowly as your free hand switched from stroking down his sensitive spine to fondling his balls. Rin couldn't fight back because as long as he remained strapped into his spread bar, he would always be nothing more than a common animal you could milk dry.

BOXTIE :: fingering + cock rings

One prominent vein running up the side of his cock throbbed the second Kuon saw you dip your fingers in the lube. Sticky fingers scissoring and spreading the lube about on your digits right in front of his face. His face heating up as he looked down at himself naked, on his knees with his arms pinned behind his back with the ropes crossing over his torso. "You look so good in this color baby..." You hinted at the purple role, just a little shiny, looking absolutely drop dead gorgeous on him now that he was all done up like a little present for you. Leaning forward so your tits pressed into his bare chest, your lube covered finger slipped down between his cheeks to tease his enterance as you nipped at his ear lobe, "Lemme see if I can make you put some white on those pretty new ropes." Out came a shaky breath that only turned into a choked moan when Kuon pressed back into your fingers. Gooey wetness of the lube giving way quickly to the filling pleasure of your fingers searching for the right spot inside him. An easy mark to find when your slow search pushed your knuckles in deeper and one slight curl of your finger found the perfect spot. Kuon's cock twitching between your bodies. While the cockring around his base prevented him from blowing his load this early in the scene. Your perfect mark against his prostate was only made worse when a thicker bead of precum streaked with white bubbled from his slit. "S-Shit-" Kuon managed feeling the bit of water cum wanting to leave his cock but the cockring making it impossible for him to blow his load so quickly, "I- I wanna cum-" Introducing the other slimy finger into him, you succeeded in drawing out another milky white drop of cum from the tip of his untouched cock. Smearing most of his juices on his own abs. But you helped out by mashing your tits into his chest and letting your breath tickle his neck as you slowly began pumping your fingers in and out of him, "If I wanted you to cum would I have put the ring on you?" A moment of silence, a slight shimmy back on your fingers as he tried to fuck himself on them and then a sigh when Kuon lulled his head forward against your shoulder and leaned into you, "No ma'am." "Exactly." You quickened the pace of your fingers inside him. Stirring him up and abusing that man's cute overly sensitive prostate as he remained bound and knelt in front of you, "Now be a good boy and save all that cum for when I ride you." Kuon, shaking with the pleasure taking over, found more and more of himself leaning into you. Until he was bent over relying on you to hold him up. Face bright red and panting. Unable to cum and unable to get more of you inside him. His cock leaked over his stomach and begged for more than just the light friction of your bellies together. But he couldn't form a coherent word with your fingers wiggling around inside him. He'd really have to wait until he finally got to blow his load to even have a coherent thought again.

REVERSE CHAIR :: breeding + pegging

"Fill me uppppp." Bachira whined as all he could do was wiggle on the chair and voice his neediness as he lulled his head over the edge of the chair, "I want your cum in me noooooow." "Jeesh you're demanding for the one tied to a chair." You placed your hands on either side of Bachira's hips and rutted the toy into him. Slight squeak of the chair that had put up with your fucking this long. Your strap disappeared into him completely and you rutted against his ass as your hands searched for what was attached to the other end of the cum tube, "Wanna be filled up to the brim huh?" With cum lube filled syringe in hand, you pushed down ever so slightly on the plunger and just that much more slimy, white fake cum was pumped into Bachira. "Fuck..." Bachira groaned as he remained limp over the back of the chair. Drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he got that second feeling of fullness with even the meager amount of fake cum you pumped into him, "More." He managed through blissful groans. Slowly pulling out just till the tip of you toy sat at his entrance, you pushed down on the plunger some more before slipping your strap back into him fully. Thick gooiness of the cumlube making it that much easier to bottom out in Bachira as you kept pushing more and more fake cum into him. Knowing full well that he'd be happy until he was bloated with your slime if given the chance. "God you're such a slut..." You teased more with another push of the plunger. Even more of the thick mess being pumped into him and earning a pathetic groan from the soccer player tied to the chair, "I'm gonna fill you up then watch it all pour out of you like a proper creampie..." Your words always made Bachira's spine tingle and mind race. He couldn't do much but take you from his set in stone position on the chair. And as you finally pushed down on the rest of the syringe hooked up to your faux cock, Bachira was still trying to desperately wiggle down on your length even as the base of the toy was already soiled and disgusting with the lube leaking out of him. And just like you had said. You pulled out the fat silicone cock. Gushes of fake cum rushing out of him and down his balls and drooling down his cock. Bachria sighing with such relief as the sensation of being pumped full to almost empty was bliss in its own way. Only to be caught by total surprise when your hand curled around his slopy, messy cock. All the cumlube that had drooled out of him now on his cock. Leaving it a sticky slimy mess that you could stroke carefree as he remained tied to the chair. Bachira's senses immediately going on overdrive as you pumped his cock as he was tied on his knees to the chair with nowhere to go. You couldn't help giggle as you slathered the cumlube over his balls and went back to jerking him off without a sign of stopping, "Lets add some real cum to the mix, shall we monster?"

SPREAD EAGLE :: overtimulation + condoms

Three huffs and Nagi weakly pulled at the ropes keeping his legs and arms spread apart on the bed under you. He couldn't stop breathing hard as you threw your leg over his side once more. Dismounting him just to look at the cum filled condom so pathetically clinging to his cock after his orgasm. "Aww you still have some in there," You peeled the used condom and hung it up between the two of you so Nagi could see the globs of cum pooling in the tip of it just as well as you could. A disgusting little trophy and a signal that he still had more to give, "Guess we'll go again." "What a pain..." Nagi turned to mumble into the pillow under his head but showed absolutely no sign of signaling an end to this as you tore into the packaging of another condom. Even going as far as groaning when you unraveled the thing down his shaft. Stroking him for good measure and for his reaction. Before swinging your leg back over him and sinking yourself down on the fresh new condom as the one you just took off him was tied and placed next to the three already tied off and full of cum on the night stand next to you, "Can't I just cum in you...." Nagi's whine the closest to a beg you'd get out of him. "Did you earn it?" You asked, purposely moving your hips on him before he was able to form a proper answer. "N-No-" Nagi managed through gritted teeth. Both the sensation of knives tearing at his core as well as the overwhelming sensation of toe curling pleasure did their dance as his cock was once again being abused by the gummy soft walls surrounding him as you used him. The ties spreading him out on the bed more for show than formality. You could ride Nagi dry any day and he wouldn't move a muscle. Still the contrast of his skin to the beautiful red ropes excited the both of you. Paired with the slight fact that the six four man truly would have to ask you for help if he wanted out. Making it that much easier to ride him as he never went hard between orgasms just because of the simple ropes binging him helpless under you. You'd bounce on his cock and scrape your fingers down his chest until that tell tale groan left his barely open mouth. Watch the sweat bead on his forehead and make his hair clumpy. Until Nagi was curling his toes and shooting blanks into the condom like you expected him to do. But considering how much cum he was still emptying into that fourth condom. He had a ways to go until you drained him dry and decided what fun was to be had with all those wonderful balloons of cum.

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rinnstars · 12 days ago

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200 followers event <3

request: tropes/aus (or combined) + type + character + form through ask! (under the cut): ie. au #1 & trope 9 by rin + angst + rin + drabble + a bit of the plot you want !!

closed on 10 november (tentative) : fics will be under #rin200.event<3

a/n: thank you so much everyone for liking n reading my fics during these few weeks ever since i uploaded my first fic!! it has been a journey especially with exams and all but its all worth it knowing that people do read my fics and like it !! please please know that i really appreciate your support and all the interactions with my fics n that i read all of them n it makes my day every single time<3 ok ok enough yapping but rlly send me asks/message me anytime (even tho i might not reply on time because of school but ill do my very best!!)

trope: (usually set in bllk/school au: can specify others from au list!)

1. opposite personality

2. black cat x golden retriever

3. second chances

4. secret relationship

5. love language (ie. acts of service)

6. first love

7. the one that got away

8. childhood friends reunion

9. unrequited love

10. sickness

11. injuries

12. unconsciously becoming more like each other

13. miscommunication

14. dates (choose an location!)

15. photographs

16. matching

17. sharing items

18. gaming together (choose a game!)

19. long distance relationship/friendship

20. jealousy

21. sacrificing smth (ie. happiness) for other sake

22. cringefailure x cringefailure

23. pining (mutual/onesided)

24. valentines

au: (u can specify the roles of reader & character ^^)

1. royalty au

2. streamer au

3. celebrities au

4. robot/android au

5. self aware au (in a game) au

6. otome game au

7. hire a boyfriend au

8. hospital au

type

- fluff

- angst (with/without comfort)

- comfort

- crack

characters i write for! (bolded r most comfy but idm trying others in the list ^_^ + you can ask up to 3!)

- itoshi rin

- reo mikage

- nagi seishiro

- itoshi sae

- alexis ness

- bachiara meguru

- michael kaiser

- shouei barou

form

- headcanons

- drabbles (shorter: 1/>1 character)

- one shot (1 character)

no-no

- smut/nsfw (ok! with suggestive ie. making out)

- more in-detail yandere/dark content (ie. kidnapping) (ok! with thoughts but no action tysm)

- anime-like character inspired reader (ie. venti!reader) : i don’t think ill do it justice sorry TT

- character x character: only reader x character (just personal preference)

#rinnstars.wrld #rin200.event<3 #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader

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sn00pism · 2 years ago

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Let's study! Meguru!

A small blurb that I came up with while in class lol. He'd be a menace 10/10. I'm working on expanding this on my wattpad! Characters: Bachira Meguru x reader

College! Bachira who you see in your literature classes even if he's an art major.

College! Bachira who one day asks for your notes as he's completely lost on what the fuck is going on, so you lent them to him.

College! Bachira who invites you for coffee one day as thanks for your notes and totally screws up his suave line, "would you like to go out, wait no, like just, uhm, would you like coffee? Like with me? Like go out to have coffee with me?"

College! Bachira who pays for the coffee, yours a sweat cream cold brew while his is a pink strawberry yogurt frappe. The colors contrasting your outfits.

College! Bachira who wears a black sweater underneath blue overalls and black converse with a black bomber jacket while you're wearing a pink sweater matched with Jean shorts and white puma sneakers.

College! Bachira who blushes when you tell him you're almost matching with him.

College! Bachira who turns beet red when it slips out that maybe you guys should match on the second date, you agreeing. Both of you staying quiet for a second until it dawn's on the both of you what just happened.

College! Bachira who smiles widely, cheeks and ears red but holding up a pinky to make you pinky promise to go on a second date with him. After all next time you'll match clothes!

College! Bachira who ends up walking towards a playground, sitting on the swings and asking you to push him.

College! Bachira who starts telling you how he's never cared much for reading but he's taking literature just so he can see you.

College! Bachira who smiles sheepishly as you scold him, telling him he could've just talked to you in the hallways.

College! Bachira who invites you to his games, he has one this Friday and he hopes you could go and meet his team.

College! Bachira who talks non-stop about his best friend, Isagi and how he really loves soccer and his teammates, how cool Rin is and how scary Barou gets on the locker rooms when they leave a mess.

College! Bachira who listens excitedly as you tell him about your friends and about the literature course you're both taking, nodding enthusiastically when you offer to tutor him.

College! Bachira who takes your hand as you're walking home, cold from the frappe he was holding earlier, but none of you mind, swinging the joined hands softly and humming.

College! Bachira who smiles as he drops you off, eyes widening when you give him a kiss on the cheek and a promise that next Friday you'll go to his game.

College! Bachira who fist bumps the air, almost yelling out in glee, unaware you can see him from your window doing a little victory dance.

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rr311 · 2 years ago

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Blue Lock boys react to black fem reader dancing

Isagi

Bachira

Nagi

Barou

Chrigiri

╭﹐❣︎﹕ You Can Dance?!﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖨𝖲𝖠𝖦𝖨 𝖸. 𝖬𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖴 𝖡. 𝖭𝖠𝖦𝖨 𝖲. 𝖡𝖠𝖱𝖮𝖴 𝖲. 𝖢��𝖨𝖦𝖨𝖱𝖨 𝖧.

cw/tw. fluffy, dancer!reader, black!reader

an. 𝗂’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 💀 𝗂 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒.

𝖨𝖲𝖠𝖦𝖨 𝖸𝖮𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨

✰ Isagi would honestly be super surprised when he found you dancing in the living room in your own little world. He was memorized by the way you could move your body- almost snake like.

✰ Could not take his eyes off you as he stood against the wall leaning against it, arms crossed. It did took you a few minutes to notice your boyfriend was standing there with that signature grin of his.

✰ Would totally ask a bunch of questions about your dancing, like what kind of music you like to dance to or what your favorite moves are or what genre you’re most interested in.

✰ Some days when he was off from training with his team he would join in on you. (Only cause you forced him to) At first he was embarrassed since he wasn’t a dancer himself, but when got used to it he was getting the hang of it!..kind of.

✰ Isagi would be very impressed by your skill and dedication. Sees how focus and main strain you were when you’re dancing was kinda scary. Whenever you mess up on a part of the choreography you would get easily irritated and annoyed, he knew exactly to not test you when you were in a bad mood.

✰ He’s definitely the type to secretly watch your thighs move whenever you were wearing a practice skirt/dress or shorts. He was such a fool for thighs, all he could think about were thighs.

✰ Thighs. Thighs. Thighs..🙏🏽

✰ Yoichi would be really supportive over your decision of dancing. He would even go out his way to buy all the stuff you needed! He even pleaded to pay for you to go to college for your dream, but of course you said no not wanting him to spend his money on you. “No, Yoichi. It’s fine really, don’t waste your money on me my love.” You sighed ruffling his his locks as he grumbled in response but nodded his head.

✰ Bro did it anyways. You should’ve known Isagi was gonna go against your word and do it anyways, all you could was sigh and shake your head. He couldn’t help it though! Ever since he knew you could dance and saw how much your passion was for it, he wanted your dreams to come true.

𝖬𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖴 𝖡𝖠𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖠

✰ Meguru would most definitely be confused but yet interested.

✰ He would ask you a bunch of questions about how you got into dancing, what your goals are and what you wanna accomplish from it. He always likes to hear about peoples goals and passions so he would be interested to hear about your own.

✰ Since Meguru can be a bit intense and single-minded when it comes to soccer. He wouldn’t be able to relate or share your passion for dancing in the same way that he does for soccer, but he’ll completely understand and try to learn more about it and what else there was to it.

✰ He would secretly search up dancing videos to help you with dancing ideas whenever you need it. 🤗

✰ Cutie would be impressed by your dancing skills. He would even try to give you advice! (even though he doesn’t know much about it). You found it cute whenever he’d give you recommendations trying to remember all the names of the dance moves and genre’s it came from.

✰ Very curious of what got you into dancing asking you the question, “What exactly got you into dancing?” And all you say is, “Well what got me into dancing is my passion for it, i always used to dance as a kid and i always loved it. So i never stopped.” Found it really cute how you never stopped dancing after all these years you’ve grown.

✰ Monster boy would be the type to join in with you, asking if there were any duo dancing in the world of dancers. When he found out there was duo dancing, he’ll instantly beg if he could join you or even have you practice him.

✰ Eventually you would agree to it after the fifteenth time hearing him cheer to himself before kissing all over your face with a bright smile, “I promise, i won’t disappoint you little monster!”

𝖭𝖠𝖦𝖨 𝖲𝖤𝖨𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖮

✰ Nagi is a very passionate, intense and a lazy ass person. He’d probably have a pretty strong but not really reaction to your dancing. So when he found out you could dance like..really dance he was actually memorized by it, your body control was out of this world he couldn’t stop watching.

✰ Would let his curiosity get the best of him asking you a lot of questions about your dancing, like what kind of music you like to dance to or what your favorite moves are. Nagi is a very curious person and loves learning about new things and experiences.

✰ At some times Nagi can be a full on dance coach. So If he doesn't like your dancing or thinks you could improve, he would be very direct and critical in his feedback. He was like your own personal coach, he sees something that doesn’t look right he’ll point it out for you.

✰ Seishiro would sometimes come with you to the dance studio whenever he had no trainings or practices to go to, watching you or just playing on phone enjoying the presence of you with him.

✰ Cutie patootie would secretly use one of your dance moves as a soccer move when playing in matches 🗿. Nagi always found a way to make it work and it’ll always do him good, when you found one his moves looks familiar to your dancing you instantly knew what he was up to making you shy.

✰ Nagi’s the type to be highly supportive of your passion for dance, you were even planning on going to college for it! It made him happy to see you so proud of yourself and what goal you wanted in life, he was so lucky to be with someone like you.

✰ Some days on his day offs from practice he would get the motivation to ask if you have any other dance moves you’ve learned (Just for him to steal it when playing) You raised a brow at the request, “Why? So you could steal it again?” You teased, he looked away feeling flustered himself, “Maybe.” Is all he said.

✰ No hesitation you chuckled to yourself walking up to him to peck him on his lips looking into his eyes. “Of course i do. I’ll show you and even teach them to you if you’ll like?”.

𝖡𝖠𝖱𝖮𝖴 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖴𝖤𝖨

✰ BAROUUUU. Ngl big guy would be the type to observe you from afar just watching you, waiting till you were done not wanting to mess you up in a any kind of way.

✰ When he seen you finishing up with your routine, he walked over to you with a small rare smile. “Since when could you dance?” His deep voice echoed as you flinched turning around to be faced with your boyfriend.

✰ Being completely embarrassed of getting caught you looked away face in hands as you mumbled him the story of your dancing origin.

✰ Found it surprising you had started at a young age and never stopped as the years passed by. He loved that for you to be honest, he wasn’t gonna admit it to your face but he’s not gonna lie he felt happy for you that you kept that passion for so long. Says “Good for you.” as he patted your head. Walking away to go somewhere.

✰ Would secretly be the type to search up dancing videos, being amused now realizing why you like it so much. It was a cool concept of different dancing that he founded interesting, yet some of them looked hardly difficult it still looked cool

✰ Barou is the type of boyfriend to observe closely, basically being your third eye of mistakes you can’t see but he can see pointing it out for you. You practically forced him to take upon this job after many times of telling you no but how could he possibly tell you no? You were his princess, he spoiled too much.

✰ Secretly likes when you two danced together, loves the way you would smile up at him with those gorgeous (E/C) orbs and your presence being with him. He was a big ass softie for you and only you, you were the only one to make the oh mighty great king turn into this.

𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖨𝖱𝖨 𝖧𝖸𝖮𝖬𝖠

✰ When he first found out he was really amused by how you haven't noticed him in the beginning as he watched you danced in the living room. He was shocked to even see that could you dance but wanted to see more of it.

✰ He chuckled lightly when you turned around with a shocked face catching him standing there with a shit eating grin you froze, “Uh- Hi?” You said nervously pausing your dance moves, raising a brow towards, “I didn’t know you could dance, when did this start?”.

✰ Was really interested in hearing about this considering the fact he found out a hobby you liked to do. Would ask you how or when you started dancing, why you never shared this with him or why you never mentioned it. And all you say is, “Well i was embarrassed to share it with you!”. it was cute that you got embarrassed when sharing him the story of how and why got into dancing.

✰ Chigiri would be the type to try new things..only if you forced him to which you obviously did, trying to get to dance with you. At first he was against and said he had better things to do but after begging and begging he finally gave in.

✰ He was terrible. No joke this dude could NOT dance, it took him some time though to get use to the rhythm. Just give him a week or two and he’ll get it! Have faith in him!!.

✰ But damn..boy couldn't dance to save his life, zero rhythm... okay well maybe he's not THAT bad he's got SOME rhythm... if this was a square dance.

✰ The whole dance session was full of teased and complaints by him saying how bad he was or how you could do this was such ease.

✰ He loved watching you practice in the dance studio. He loved how you could pace yourself, controlling your breathing and the way your body moved to the beats of the song you played. The concentration you had was plain focus as you practiced in the full length mirror.

✰ Would most DEF be the type to secretly set up a dancing date under the stars (which was your favorite thing to do) smiling at your reaction to seeing everything laid out.

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year ago

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Headcanons To Dabbles Masterlist (A-C)

Heyo! I've decided to divide up the Headcanons To Dabbles Masterlist up more!

Full Masterlist

Updated: 7/4/24

Big Windup

Duster (Lee!Abe, Ler!Tajima)

Black Clover

Background Check (Lee!Leopold, Ler!Yuno)

Black Bulls Tickle Royale! (Group Tickles: Black Bulls)

Commoner Life (Yunleo, Lee!Yuno, LerAsta)

Jealous (Lee!Finral, Ler!Zora)

Just Like Me (Lee!Teen!Nozel, Ler!Acier)

Not Ticklish (Lee!Nozel, Lers!Yami, Fuegoleon)

The Better Cousin (Lees!Leopold, Noelle, Ler!Mimosa)

The Pits! (Lee!Finral, Ler!Magna)

Blue Lock

Cuddles? (Lee!Niko, Ler!Isagi)

Complimentary (Lee!Kunigami, Ler!Chigiri)

Crimes In Glam (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Aryu)

Brat (Lee!Rin, Ler!Bachira)

Brat (Lee!Rin, Ler!Sae)

Doorway (Lee!Bachira, Lers!Isagi, Gagamaru)

Hair (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Kunigami)

Insecurity (Lee!Bachira, Ler!Isagi)

Looney Toon (Reo x Reader)

Moody (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Isagi, Nagi, Barou)

Not Ticklish (Chigiri x Reader)

Nom (Nagi x Reader)

Race (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Bachira)

Respect (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Barou, Nagi)

Sacrificial Lambs (Lees!Isagi, Chigiri, Ler!Gagamaru)

Smile Security (Chigiri x Reader)

Simba (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Kunigami)

Stay? (Lee!Reo, Ler!Nagi)

Whatcha Say? (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Bachira, Isagi, Kunigami)

Wet Willy! (Lee!Kunigami, Ler!Bachira)

Buddy Daddies

Iity Bitty (Lee!Rei, Ler!Kazuki)

Lesson Not-Learned (Lee!Miri, Lers!Rei, Kazuki)

Bungo Stray Dogs

“Back” To Work (Lee!Dazai, Ler!Kunikida)

Break Time (Kunikida x Reader)

Feather Light (Lee!Chuuya, Ler!Dazai)

Hands (Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Dazai)

Piggy Spot (Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Dazai)

Stare (Lee!Akutagawa, Ler!Atsushi)

The Empiricists Have No Clothes (Lee!Kunikida, Ler!Reader)

Ushanka (Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Reader)

Chainsaw Man

New Thing (Lee!Denji, Ler!Power)

Suckers (Lee!Yoshida, Ler!Octopus Devil)

Wall (Switches!Denji, Beam)

Collar x Malice

Distraction! (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Takeru)

Experiment (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Kageyuki)

Multi-tasker (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Takeru)

#masterlist #headcanons to dabbles #edit: moved non tickle centric dabbles to non tickle masterlist!

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slut4sugu · 20 days ago

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𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎— BLUE LOCK BOYS X BLACK!FEM READER

inventory: isagi, nagi, chigiri, rin & sae and Yukimiya level: tooth rotting fluff . kinda long . Yukimiya is my man fight me bout it (I’m kidding ily guys)

#- YOICHI. I

lowkey hot when he gets serious, like watching him practice is genuinely one of your favorite things to do is to watch your usually sweet boyfriend focus. Or even if it’s just working out, seeing him sweating in those compression shirts..yeah you can’t take your eyes off of him.

calls you a brat in that voice (yall know what I’m talking about, the way I was screaming when I heard him call barou donkey.)

gives you bear hug; but does that thing where his hands creep up around your waist slowly as you feel his chest pressed against your back.

what it’s like dating him: sweet kisses pressed into your skin when you wake in the morning, soft launches on your instrgrams, shared smiles from across the room, the feeling of clean sheets and warm blankets making you feel warm and fuzzy as you wait for your boyfriend to join you in bed.

#- NAGI. S

leans against doorways peering inside when he’s looking for you; honestly you forget how tall your boyfriend is sometimes. Seeing nagi easily match the height of a doorway while asking you if you got your Nintendo charger is ridiculously attractive.

States dead in yo face when your talking to him, sometimes you think he’s zoned out (he’s eyeing your lip combo) but his gaze never fails to make you nervous.

what it’s like dating him: loving insults passed back and forth over video games, matching keychains and bios, late FaceTime calls when you two can’t go to bed together, sleepy goodnight kisses, love bites and hoodies

#- CHIGIRI. H

the way he ties his hair up when he’s doing sum shit; you swear sometimes he teases you purposely when your nearby. Holding a hair tie between his pretty lips (he always steals your strawberry lip balm because it’s your favorite) while his hands smoothly gather up his fiery locks.

Purposely leaves you hot and bothered when he’s feeling bratty, by kissing you with such intensity but softness you’d think this man was tryna fuck. Nope. His intentions? To make you wanting hell of a lot more after that kiss, however he wants you to beg for it. After your lips part, a smirk tugs at chigiris lips “Gotta go study now, sweetheart. Might take a while.”

Is the type to ask for one of your candies but when you reach for the bag he kisses you, stealing the one that was currently in your mouth. “It’s always strawberry with you isn’t it 😒.”

what it’s like dating him: online shopping and 2000s movies late at night, matching pjs and skincare + haircare routines, silent glances at each other when some weird shit was said, teasing words whispered into your ear when he picks you up for your 1 year anniversary

#- RIN. I

Teases you with kisses when he wants something, his relentless eye contact the sound of his words seemingly becoming softer. Letting your eyes flutter close as his lips slowly starts to come to yours. But instead all you get is an amused chuckle, and a slight smirk from Rin.

Tilts your chin up to look at him when you’re being shy; it’s not even in a demeaning way. Rin genuinely wants to see your face when he’s talking to you. However the intensity of his gaze never fails to flutter your rapidly beating heart.

what it’s like dating him: interlocked pinkies and flushed pink cheeks, late night drives around the city when you both can’t sleep, forehead kisses and movie dates, expensive “just cuz” gifts, the smell of cologne and mint always making your heart race

#- SAE. I

Pulls you into his lap even if there are many vacant seats; this man does not give two shits who’s around. Besides he’s “cold” like 90% of the time and your like always warm

Squeezes your thigh and whispers a warning in your ear when you’re getting “bratty” or out of line so to speak. “I’d watch my attitude if I were you sweetheart.”

what it’s like dating him: lavish dates, big jackets warming your body in the colder months when you forgot to bring one with you, intimate yet soft kisses, reassurance and devotion

#- YUKIMIYA. K

Calls you darling, dear, sweetheart or lovely as pet names; this man is so soft spoken and gives such lover boy energy I can’t imagine him calling his sweet girl anything else.

Is the type to be like “don’t cry you’ll mess up your mascara”; def is a girls girl if that makes sense

Kisses the back of your hand without breaking eye contact everytime he says goodbye, to others it’s out of pure love and adoration for his girlfriend. Truthfully it is but the shy and embarrassed look on your face when his lips meet the back of your hand is definitely a bonus.

what it’s like dating him: soft words of affrimation, the smell of vanilla and fresh laundry, love letters and tea, cute yet simple dates, true love, butterfly inducing glances, and beautiful experiences.

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LMAOOO THE PHOTOSHOP the dynamics are lowk almost giving fwtkac crew im crying

LMAOO WAIT OMG I REMEMBER WHEN THOSE WERE HUHE I’m blanking on the name but I fr remember people paying like hundreds to get like a video greeting from people…but anyways not yuki exposing Chris like that AHAHAHA otoya also can’t catch a break i love it it’s so funny

YES YUKI SHOW THEM HOW JTS DONE LMAOO the dynamic is so real Karasu and otoya being stupid like normal and yuki having to deal with their shit except this time he’s got like a 100ft metal rock snake to whack them with (bro this is just fwtkac reader thinking yukis hot and yuki putting everyone else to shame at first)

BABYS FIRST LOOK AT CORRUPTION I CANT but LOL I SEE RHE VISION anti training team x another way to read into the meaning of the x that’s so smart the celebrity crushes so real though actually now that you mention it I don’t think it’d be a pokemon au without one LOL I feel like almost everyone has one in the pokemon anime to some degree

Tabieita cannot be separated or changed destined to be closeted loser dumbasses in every universe

Ok this has me losing it I’m about to go watch an animal documentary to find out but after a quick search the only one I can find is ritual….and then behavior LMAO there’s some terms but it’s specific to a certain behavior like courting or wtv so…but yeah anyways DHHSHS no because I said the mediocre thing because it was kinda funny but my mind immediately jumped to that end of the world entry damn this scene has me in my feels imagine the moment mc fully explains the whole situation with Barou omg

LMAOO wait actually that’s be really fucking hilarious just casually “oh yeah hi I’m the champion of another region btw nbd”

LMAO the red black theme so true and those people in game who check your Pokémon’s happiness send me lowk I forgot they existed but imagine you get scammed by one of those two like an unlicensed therapist or something…POKEMON AU CRUISE EPISODE /j LMAOO it wouldn’t be pokemon without a getting trapped on a boat ep /hj STOP WHY IS THERE LOWK MAGIKARP READER ANGST??? GOODBYE “I dont regret saving you” it’s over for me guys but LMFAO imagine they’re all crying and mc and gyarados come back and they put the pieces together and karasus like “STARAPTOR WTF”

KUNIGAMI CHESNAUT SO REAL another vibe check approval wtf why does that fit so well ludicolo and Bachira too omg

LMAO KAISER wait it’s gotta be able to mega too so it gets that extra long Emo bang in front (imagine he has ness trim it too) but OOOOH Mikage gardevoir…Lowk makes me wonder if maybe they’d have a tradition where they give a ralts to their heirs to evolve into gardevoirs as they take on the company (imagine his face when he sees gallade)

BRURHH SAME yukis little “noa…” has me gone like GET HIM IN I’d be hopeful and say maybe he’ll get subbed in once noa steps back out but I have no idea if the last goal will be scored while noas still on field so…ok yeah I’m just taking it as a random PxG player then because I didn’t see anything LMAO BALD ON BALD VIOLENCE LFMSOSDJSOA im crying why’s that so funny

BRO I DIDNT EITHER??? Im wondering if maybe it got kinda fucked up when I copy pasted it into a different word file because I fr was reading through it adjusting like every other word (yukis was the worst maybe I channeled my inner yuki vision then) I fr don’t know how you read through it it fr must’ve been that wavelength connection (sorry to everyone else who might’ve read it too oops) ok but like the typos are like…you’d still be able to anagram them or understand what’s going on via context but reading through them KILLS me like just the acting reading through either an unfinished sentence a repeated word or some awfully autocorrected phrase made me die inside a little like if I were the one just reading it and not writing I would’ve closed the tab after the first sentence shdhskdhshs

Ok wait this is getting really long BUT OAEU SAE EDITION DROP OMG ok just generally that was really cute omg LMFAO sae first pinning the blame all on aiku like “yeah he’s the one with the problem not me tho dw” and Aiku flipping out like “bitch wtf I fw my coffee” and sae being like “sorry bro I forgot” (me) but BRO THAT COWORKER WHO RAT MC OUT I was ready to throw hands like bro read the room….aiku having to put up with saes whims is so funny he’s about to go through hell before he gets his own moment (like you said, karma LMAO) also mc being able to hold her composure for like, basically almost the entire time they interact is insane like props to her

The lab experiment text to sendou sent me LMAOO I’m crying the baby chick thing too and SAES INTERVIEW RESPONSE REVEAL LMFAOOOOOOOO I totally forgot about that the beef goes crazy and then y/n being “ummm I guessed?” SO DUMB LMFAOO aiku watching and listening like these two dumbasses HAHAHA the immediately auto rejection of the autograph has me reeling too and the phone call too “uhh Aiku said I should say this so” LMAO

another banger that was great and yk I don’t even care much for sae soooo

- Karasu anon

LMAOO okay wait you’re lowkey so right like tullia as fwtkac bestie is actually so valid (except instead of bestie x otoya and reader x karasu they’re all just siblings…unless tullia ends up w otoya instead of isagi/chigiri/hiori?? tbh i can see it because it would be a hilarious menaces to lovers slowburn to rival reader and nagi’s rivals to lovers but at the same time they’re also really good as just a platonic duo so idk)

NO LITERALLY i just think otoya as a fanboy is hilarious he WOULD be the one to get scammed into sending sm money to someone like that 😭 pls yukimiya has 0 chill he has no qualms about just telling otoya the truth straight up

pokémon au is actually yukimiya’s redemption for how much bullshit he has to deal with in normal blue lock 😰 his team is actually really really good too in a competitive sense (considering he used to be a battler — maybe even an elite 4 candidate — before his health got to him and he had to switch to contests) so karasu and otoya were double idiots for messing with him 😭 LMAOO omg this lowkey is fwtkac except instead of “who gets to be reader’s bf” it’s “who gets to be reader’s stand in older brother figure” HFKSJSK

there’s def going to be a lot of hints that the world/government are super corrupt but that’s one of the earlier ones!! i want the reveal about team x (not just barou’s involvement but also everything w the govt) to be a surprise but also to make sense ykwim 🤔 like one of those “how did i miss that” moments where it also completely changes how you look at the story upon rereading it!!

HELPPP IT REALLY ISN’T POKÉMON WITHOUT CELEBRITY CRUSHES originally i considered reader’s being chris prince but otoya’s being a prince stan is so funny that i think her liking luna is better 😭 maybe she mentions it to nagi offhandedly before either of them get to the seventh gym and he’s like “huh cool 👍” (he himself does not have any celebrity crushes…it took him long enough to realize he has an ACTUAL crush on reader he’s never going to realize he likes a celebrity) and then manshine trio manages to get to luna’s gym before reader and co?? and when she challenges luna he’s like “you’ll have to give me a day bro my last challenger absolutely crushed my team” and reader is like “oh who was it” and luna’s like “this white haired freak with a crazy strong reuniclus and an arcanine” (since poison is weak to psychic so reuniclus stomps most of them and then roserade/scolipede’s secondary types are weak to fire so arcanine packs them up rq) and reader’s like NAGI??? because nagi usually doesn’t put too much effort into gym battles but he had to lock in this time (he claims he “didn’t have a reason” but we ALL know the truth…) okay wait also if we go the tullia and otoya route imagine she’s fangirling over loki and otoya’s like “he’s not even all that 😒” but he doesn’t know WHY he’s mad he just. is mad. LMAOAOA

okay i guess it must have been ritual?? HAHA that makes sense anyways 😭 or maybe custom idk it’s been a while since i watched any nature docs 😩 but agreed the whole barou second death sequence is sooo painful especially because reader doesn’t know it’s not actually him?? i think afterwards isagi will be the one to tell her everything about barou’s illness and maybe they sent barou to ego and anri for an autopsy and isagi reveals that barou was already dead and what she killed was a ghost pokémon…which is kind of a relief in one sense because it means she didn’t kill him herself but it’s also so crushing because it means there was never any chance that she could save him as he’s been dead the whole time 😓 i feel like reading the story with that knowledge would be crazy too because if you think about it the ACTUAL barou basically haunts the narrative the entire time (literally the only times we see him are in flashbacks w the reader or this one arc where she and nagi go through old tapes of barou’s battles) it gives it a very weird feel knowing that reader is chasing after someone she can never catch

SPEAKING OF CHASING I CAME UP WITH THE NAME OF THE STORY!! it’s in the notion outline ss I posted which i’m sure you saw but at least for now i’m calling it pursuit which is a double meaning!! on the one hand reader is in pursuit of barou but pursuit is actually also an egg move of houndoom’s and i think reader’s houndoom will have it (not barou’s though he’ll have some other thematically appropriate egg move)!! there will be two main times she uses it: the first is in her first battle with nagi, when his growlithe gets scared and he just gives up and is about to return his growlithe when she tells houndour to use pursuit (pursuit does more damage if the opposing pokémon is about to be returned) so that growlithe stays in battle while she yells at nagi to grow up and actually be a trainer (this sets him up to be a rival as well as subtly hinting that he’ll be the love interest since the title is referenced in their first meeting) and the second is in the final confrontation against barou after she’s won against his houndoom; barou attempts to flee but reader orders her houndoom to use pursuit on him and since it’s a pokémon houndoom is able to drag him back and kill him with that move!! idk it just felt like a simple but v fitting title hehe…also i’ve started planning arcs out and i’m pretty sure this bad boy is going to be HEFTY (as in ten arcs planned and reader still only has four badges, has only just gotten her magikarp, and just learned what team x’s purpose even is) DJDJSJJS when i was writing ship in the harbor each arc was roughly 25-30k words but i don’t THINK they’ll be as long in this story?? however that should give you a general planned word count for the au and suffice to say: 😱

HELPPP YK WHAT I BET OTOYA GETS SCAMMED BY THEM like “wow your eevee is really sad if you want an umbreon buy these special uhhh potions just from us” and ofc otoya wants an umbreon so he shells out even more money meanwhile his eevee is standing there the whole time staring at him like 😍🥰☺️ because it loves him sm HFKSDK and then tullia looks at the potion and is like “yup you got scammed again” and karasu’s like “fucking idiot this is why my sister would never want you 🤣🫵🏻”

YES MAGIKARP + READER ANGST i think it not only characterizes reader but also makes the pokémon feel like parts of the plot instead of just devices?? especially because the whole theme of the story is answering aiku’s research question of whether or not pokémon can feel familial bonds!! and PLEASE that’s exactly how i envisioned it like reader pulls up to the beach where everyone’s sobbing and she’s like “damn who died” and karasu’s like “you 😢” before he pauses and is like WHAT THE FUCK…poor staraptor was doing its best 😔 karasu def puts it in timeout though LMAOOO even though it didn’t technically report anything incorrect ☝🏻

i think assigning pokémon to characters/people is like my true calling i only spit out bangers LMAOAOA jkjk but fr chesnaught just fit kuni so well!! and ludicolo having that whole fun silly dancing vibe to it really matched bachira’s freak…YES EMO KAISER + EMO ABSOL THAT’S EXACTLY THE VIBE I WAS GOING FOR i think the e4 candidates (besides isagi since he cameos earlier) will make their first appearance in reader’s fight against mr mikage and it’s just them in the stands so kunigami is sitting with his arms crossed all intimidating with his chesnaught beside him but maybe he smiles at reader when she glances over?? and ofc bachira waves and his ludicolo does a little hop in acknowledgement or smth meanwhile kaiser and absol are just sitting there, kaiser’s chin in his hand, staring off into the distance like 😒 because he cannot stand the thought that reader might one day be his boss (he also can’t stand the thought of mr mikage being his boss he’s just a hater in general tbh)

okay wait yess maybe mega gardevoir is like the mikage family sigil?? and although we made a goofy backstory for gallade maybe the actual way it evolves is reo finally choosing to break free of his father’s legacy when he starts to suspect him of being involved in team x affairs…mr mikage is HORRIFIED by the gallade ofc but reo’s like “he’s my pokémon leave him alone 😡” and there’s a whole confrontation about it (which is obv more serious than that random line i just dropped)

i’m sobbing for yuki he def deserved better than what he got…imagine being benched and igaguri gets put in before you that’s a justified crash out fr (rough and tumble yukimiya would NEVER let this slide) 😭 agreed unless they show otherwise i’m going to assume it was some random french dude!! PLSSS THE BALD JOKES ARE HILARIOUS TO ME they’re like a coping mechanism

it definitely must be some issue with file transferring or something because i’m being 100% serious i didn’t notice ANYTHING that bad!! you can search through the “karasu anon translations” tag on my blog to see if what you sent me is that same as what you have on your phone…one of my mutuals also has a post with links to all of the yukimiya ln translations so i can send that if you don’t want to dig through the tag to check!!

YESSS OAEU SAE VERSION DROPPED 🤫 tbh ik most people probably found it ooc but I PERSONALLY was cracking up while writing so i don’t even care…like i said in response to someone else’s ask if people can make sae a smooth flirting fboy then i can make him a dumbass loser with 0 rizz!! and is it unrealistic that he had a first crush so fast MAYBE but it’s so so funny to think that that’s how he’d act plus the whole point of the oaeu is that it’s meant to be like a series of rom coms!! so nothing is supposed to be elegant or believable it’s just goofy yk 🤔 now if people think that that’s the extent of my writing skills i’ll have an issue (and tell them to read karasu’s bfb/pomegranate ink/hollyhock) but on the whole i think it’s fine if i’m a little silly every now and again (esp given the angst of the upcoming pokémon au)

ALSOOO agreed sae is just not a character i rlly care about bruh if i had my way i wouldn’t even have written him first (barou would’ve been the way to go) but the people spoke so i had to listen 😓 that def also impacted how i wrote him because normally i’m meticulous abt cross-referencing the wikis and whatnot but this time i was just like eh whatever people have read worse for this man i’m sure 🤷🏻‍♀️

PLS y/n is so trained in the art of customer service that she truly cannot be forced to snap 😭 i need that queen’s composure she’s better than me for sure…i loved writing both her and aiku’s perspectives though because they’re both hilarious in opposite ways 😩 and LMAOOO justice for aiku fr he’s about to be put through so much before he finally gets his own universe where he can get the girl 😓

#answered asks #pokémon au

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— BEAST BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT

ENTRY #003 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. BAROU SHOUEI + MONSTERFUCKING

— monsterfucking is a subgenre of xeno, which refers to characters or pairings involving decidedly non-humans, including aliens and science fiction as well as supernatural creatures.

• pairing: barou shoei x chubby reader

• content warnings: werewolf! barou, breeding, mating press, creampie, cunnilingus, dubcon, knots, talks about having pups.

• a/n: this was supposed for day three and whelp. got swept up with works and here we are. reblogs and comments are much appreciated. thank you!

in a small town strange things happen during the full moon and you were the one to experience what happens under the moonlight.

the rays of moonlight illuminated the whole place. the wind colder, pricking at your skin with the gust causing goosebumps to erupt all over to your skin and a shiver following suit.

nights like this with the full moon out. villagers tend to be wary at times like this. the beast comes out tonight, the elders would say but you never believe such rumors. disposing such details as tales to scare the children for coming out at night. careful, they say when you passed a group of villagers you meet earlier. taking a shortcut to our way home and you never heed such warning and that leaves you in your current predicament.

sprawled in the forest floor, head spinning as you groan. your vision a little blurry. squinting your eyes, trying to adjust your sight in the darkness with only the moonlight your source for guidance in this forest.

stubbornness be damned at your current situation. sitting up while you checked your body for wounds. touching your head you came to a conclusion that there's a bump building up from the impact of falling and a few scratches littering your arms. it wasn't too bad. thanks for the extra fat you were carrying acting as cushion. minimizing the damage of the impact. wait. you stopped for a moment to think. what the hell happened to you?

all you can remember is a pair of red eyes glimmering in the dark looking at you and then a rustle in the nearby bushes and you blacked out.

it was pure instinct. barou was still on his senses when he attacked you. little you walking all alone in this side of the forest. a dangerous feat like you doing when someone like him lurking in the darkness. searching and hunting for a meal and yet you present yourself freely to him without a care. a meal for a king.

it's been two years since he turned. one night with the moon shining in it's full glory. he was attacked and bitten rendering him useless to fought back and then he turned. in every full moon he had to deal with the transformation and barou hates the dirt in the forest and the town that surrounds it. he had to be locked up in that basement of his own home in the first year. his parents and younger siblings were aware of it and to keep them safe he have to locked himself. to keep everyone safe especially his family. he had no control of the beast no matter how he tried to control to it.

then one night in that year during in one of his transformation, a enticing scent wafts through the cracks of his home. the scent leaving him dizzy and surprisingly calm — the pounding in his skull had stopped, the bones that snapped and cracked in the process of his transformation wasn't much painful than it was. his nose twitching — sniffing the scent that lingers in the air and what entity could produce such alluring scent that it made the beast in him to be calm and turns out it was you.

after the lashings that occured in the room. his mother had informed that you were present that night. the information made him quiver in anticipation. if you were the one who can calm him then you should be by his side. he learned to control the beast with the mere memory of your scent burning in his mind and that made him free to lurk in the forest and the rumors started. you were the stupid one not to believe in such things and look where it got you within reach for him to claim.

your eyes wide and the he can smell the arousal dripping in your tight hole. you're scared and in the same time aroused. how pathetic for a puny human like you. he's within your sight as he emerges in the darkness.

you slowly backed away from him with your palms digging in the ground. your feet kicking in slow manner while you crawled backward away from him. never seen such monstrosity in your whole life and your heart beats per mile out of fear. you thought the rumors surrounding this town wasn't true and here you are meeting the center of the rumors.

“stay still, or i will hurt you.” he warns. his gruff voice and the tone of authority in his voice seems familiar but he couldn't be? there's no way and what happened?

swallowing, you began to examine the man or rather a werewolf in front of you. standing in it's hind legs, tall and proud. his bulky build. his black fur, there's a streak of red on it and those red eyes. they're awfully familiar. someone you've known for a long time.

“shou?” you asked unsure. blinking a few times and there's the sound of scoff coming from him.

“took you long enough to recognize me.” he says.

“what happened?” dusting your palms from the dirt that clung to it and his eyes narrowed at the question.

“i got bitten.” he briefly answers.

“oh...” gulping as you stared at him and barou noticed and there's the familiar feeling creeping into him. if it was to kill and wreck havoc in his path, tonight was different. there's a tight knot in his stomach and the need to breed someone — you. he had gotten cycles of rut during his transformations and he took care of it but he don't think he can control himself when there is now you.

his pupils dilating, darkening with every intake of the air with your scent mixed into it and suddenly he's drooling. snarling that leaves you shaking in fear. his fangs baring and there's an animalistic growl rumbling through his chest and you began to panic.

“shouei?!” you try to call out to him but he doesn't seem to care about it. in a swift moment, his claws meet with your clothing and tore it apart. a squeak coming from your mouth with the movement. leaving you bare and you shiver upon the contact of cool air to your skin.

you try to wiggle out of his grasp but a snarl and his fangs baring to you, stopped you from doing so. his sharp fingers clawing through your exposed skin. it drags but not hard enough to wound you. his palms pressing in your flabby arms to pin you down while his tongue laps through the surface of your skin.

dragging his tongue effectively leaving damp marks on its wake, to your neck and to your chest. his mouth claiming a nipple to suckle. teeth biting and tongue swirling to your hardened bud. you were afraid that he was going to tear the flesh from how hard he was sucking then with a loud pop he removes himself from it. his attention now to your soft stomach. his tongue lavishing it with such attention, leaving nips and there's a wet patch glistening while his tongue made a path on its wake.

he can smell you. his snout nuzzling at your clothed pussy. even in the barrier created by the cloth. he can feel how warm it was. your slick dampening your panties and fuck, he awaits for a feast. he rips your undergarments and he can feel you shiver from it.

parting your legs, gaining access to your dripping cunt and fuck this is what he imagined. your fat pussy dripping with slick. inviting him to take a lick and licking it wouldn't satisfy him. he intends to feast on your heat.

“s-shou!” you choked out his name. his long flattened tongue taking a swipe over to your perineum and above to your hole and then to your clit. the coarse texture of his wet muscle adding sensitivity to your already soaked folds.

barou growls at your taste. your sweet juice dripping out from your aching hole and he laps it with such vigor like he's a man derived of water for a long time and this only salvation is the sweet nectar coming from your hole.

at this state he was catching the slick falling out of your heat. kissing your pussy like a man to his lover. full of want and need. his large palms skimming through the expanse of your thighs mindful not to cut his sharp claws but it leaves rather impossible from you attempting to get away from his tongue. leaving him no choice but to wrap his arms around your luscious thighs.

back arching and lowering your body to him — constantly switching in position. the desire and wanting to stay away from him yet going back to his tongue flicking your labia and sucking your clit. you can feel his sharp canine teeth teasingly biting your clit. tongue wriggling inside your hole, slick gushing out continuously like waterfalls which he gladly devours.

your toes curling and legs tense from how eager he is from eating your pussy out. abdomen tight with the impending build up of your orgasm like a newly lighted wick of a dynamite close to exploding. his snout tickling your mound with it's cold surface.

“i—m, c—close, shou— going to cum” you gasped out, taking gulps of air for you to breath.

the beast between your legs growls. knowing well you're close to release. he can smell it. feel it. your walls contracting and spasming.

his tongue swipes your clit in a brutal pace and with a sharp suck to your swollen clit. you came. forcing a loud moan to escape from your lips. grinding your pussy to his mouth while the creamy liquid from your orgasm came rolling like droplets.

panting from your intense orgasm. you thighs tremble as it squished in the man's head. there's an obscene sound of him slurping your juices. you can't help but to hiss. pulling his hair to stop him but he continued nonetheless.

looking down below, your dark orbs meeting his own dark red eyes. staring back at you with such intensity leaving you to feel so small in front of him. his mouth still moving not leaving a drop of your juices. a string of saliva or drool or whatever mix it was — still attached to your cunt and to his mouth.

“i just ate you out and you're already ruined for me.” he says wiping the drool in his mouth.

“what's gotten into you?” you managed to rasp out from your orgasm and you still can't believe being given head in the middle of the forest.

he didn't utter any word. there's only a rampant growl brewing inside him ready to burst any given moment. he hovers above you. his large body covering your softer body. this is barou — in his werewolf form. it didn't much made any difference in his human form. hulking and commanding everyone from him. selfish and territorial he was. being turned into a werewolf just intensified those features of him. unwavering and dominating in every single way. eyeing his form above you.

barou's muscular. his muscles bulging. veins popping decorating his arms like swords of lightning. you can swear there's a vein popping in his forehead.

large palms skims in the back of your legs and it runs down to the back of your thighs before lifting it up. you let out a squeak when he lifts them up before pressing to your chest. folding you in half. your rolls squishing as it was met with barou's force.

there's an animalistic growl coming from him. his bulbous tip protruding at your entrance. your hole already squeezing at his tip from how wide it was. he's huge. incredibly huge. his tip a dark shade of red. angry red that drips with pre-cum and the length and the girth. it would be a pain for you take it. a vein protruding from the base to it's shaft. standing proud and tall.

slowly inching — length by length burying his girth inside you and barou growls. his blood red eyes turning dark than it already was and the vein in his forehead almost popping at the intensity. you let out a sharp gasp when in one swift movement he buried himself deep inside you.

there's a burning sensation in your walls. his cock heavy and snug inside you and you can't help but to let your tears flow from your eyes. he buried his muzzle in your neck. inhaling your scent while the tapered tip of his tongue draw pattern in your skin. trying to ease the sensation of being stretched out by his huge cock.

your cunt clenching to him tightly and even in his brute nature he waited for you to adjust. you were everything he imagined and fuck did you feel so good around him. his bulging knot resting at your entrance.

“oh fuck—” he curses out, a bit muffled. “i knew you could take me.” before pulling out and bottoming against to you. “going to breed this pussy. fill you up with my pups.”

the push and pull of his cock getting more prominent. he puts his hands in the back of your head and your hands finding refugee in his arms holding for your dear life. your thighs and legs burning from the position but you endured it. aware that you can't escape barou's hulking form — half of weight into you.

he never left your sight. his eyes wide with the intent to fuck your brains out. his hips beginning to slap into yours in a faster pace. the sounds getting loud — echoing in the ground of the forest and if there's anyone nearby you two would be mistaken as animals in heat and barou fucks you like he means it.

the drag of his heavy cock melding into your velvety walls added by the vein that cascades to his length. you couldn't help but to clench around him like you weren't being split in half by his pulsing cock.

your moans and whimpers along with his snarls and growls being in sync. he fucks you so hard that you fear he'll crush your skull from how brutal he was pounding into you.

you abandoned the thought. trusting the man wholeheartedly that he wouldn't harm you with the exception from the roughness you were taking from his fucking.

his snout or rather mouth went to take a dip into yours. although, he can't fully kiss you. his tongue made the work. slithering into your mouth, occasionally swiping the corners of your mouth. his drool mixing with your spit and saliva creating a smooching sound. it almost made you cry that barou could be this gentle minus the rough fucking you were taking.

your body quivering and jiggling. the flabs of your arm and the suppleness of your thighs rippling from the impact of his thrusts.

you came before you knew it. creaming around his cock when he pushes his knot inside you. the added length hitting your g-spot with his tip and you were drowned in the pleasure of it.

if didn't take long before spilling his hot, thick cum inside you. spurts after spurts. his knot added by your tight hold of his cock — he couldn't stop cumming. ensuring the chances of fertility to your womb with his future pups.

it is all coincidence — really. when he sensed you walking alone in the area and his instincts taking over — purely from his rut — took you.

his musky scent and your heady scent lingers in the air. he sniffs from it, making sure to burn in his memory. his first rut with you. his cock couldn't stop from pumping your full of his load deep inside you. his balls tight from it.

satisfaction and proud of what he had done. he slowly pulled out. his warm cum following suit and he frowns. what a waste. he eyes you down. you were still reeling from the haze of your orgasm and he can't help but to be enraptured and drawn to your plush form and of course to you. cheesy as it may sound you were destined to be his.

you were perfect for him. fitting for a king.

barou scoops your sleeping form before going back home to clean himself and you.

too tired to move and when sleep calls for you — the last you see is a pair of red eyes looking at you and you smiled when darkness engulfs you in his arms.

when you wake up, the ache between your legs is the first thing you noticed. removing the blanket. you were dressed in a white shirt that is a little bit tight on you and black shorts that obviously wasn't yours. you can see the bruises blooming all over your legs and in your thighs. he really had gone wild to you.

a thud coming from the coffee cup being placed in front of you. unlike barou's werewolf form where his coal colored fur bristles, his hair was down. fresh from the shower you think. he sits in front of you. giving you only the intense look he always had.

memories came flooding to you. placing your palm in your stomach. you remember how he ravished you with the intent of getting you rounder for his pups.

“you've bred me?” you ask softly to him.

“i did. made sure you're full of my cum. i'm waiting for the results.” he said gruffly.

“are you sure it will take?”

“it will. if it didn't — i'm going to ravage you again until you get pregnant with my pups.” patting your thighs littered with bruises. your face warming from his declaration. he sure did made a number on you.

“don't let your pretty head worry. i'll take care of you and our pups.” pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before nuzzling to the spot in your neck where he bit you.

you nod and you can't help but to think than it only happened last night where the moon in it's full glory had led you to this kind of fate to the man who just claimed you last night. strange things do happen when there's moonlight shining all over the place.

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