#kunigami x black reader

[kazvha]

What would dating them be like? pt. 1

Including: Chigiri, Kunigami, Shidou, Sae, & Rin

Notes: Here's part 2!

Dating Chigiri would include:

Shopping together and giving each other fashion advice. Buying scents and new books. Going to a café afterward to rest and chat while enjoying your tea and your sweet pastries. Doing self-care routines. You braiding his hair before practice. Wearing matching outfits. Taking tons of selfies. Helping him to take care of his leg. Going to his matches with his mother and his sister. Having family nights with them after the matches.

Dating Kunigami would include:

Working out with him or joining him on his morning runs. Being the motivational coach for each other. Him gifting you flowers, mostly roses, every week. Long hugs, he won't let you go until you move away. Taking strolls in the park while holding hands. Maybe finding a pretty place to have a picnic at. Sleeping in with him burying his head into the nape of your neck. Cooking healthy meals together.

Dating Shidou would include:

Crushing back hugs. Walking home together from work. You either pretending not to know him in public because he is so embarrassing, or joining him on his antics. Desperately trying to avoid seeing him when he is doing his morning routine (look it up on his wiki page ;-;). Dyeing his hair strands in a pink color. Movie dates with lots of unhealthy snacks. Sometimes getting kicked out because you're too loud. You proudly wearing his jersey at his matches, and also at home. Petty pet names like love bug, honey pie, or Barbie. Random kisses.

Dating Sae would include:

Date nights. Candle night dinners. Secretly buying tickets to cheer for him on his games and surprise him at the hotel. Forehead kisses. Lots of face timing. Blackmailing him to stop being salty, or else you won't pick up the phone anymore. Taking vacations and traveling after his busy season is over. Basking in the sun at the beach and enjoying each other's presence. You both wearing a necklace with each other's initials engraved on it. Slow mornings. Making him see the good things in life.

Dating Rin would include:

Watching horror movies and playing horror video games at midnight. Cooking Ramen at 2 AM. Falling asleep in his arms. Running away from paparazzi. Scolding him for his unfriendliness. Longing glances. Pushing his bangs to the side to stare at his pretty eyes. Kissing his frown away and turning his face into a smiling one. Playing fights if he eats your snacks. Taking a ride on his bike when you're bored.

[rynfiles]

want u around !

✎ᝰ — post breakups with the blue lock boys

★ — oliver aiku, rensuke kunigami, sae itoshi x gn!reader

★ — genre + warnings: angst + literally all the boys fucked up, ooc for sae (sort of)

The morning rises and Oliver awakens from his slumber, mainly because of his dark-furred border collie, Ella. But also from the recent, recurring, dream, one that brought him peace but also drifted him from reality. You both were dressed comfortably, lounging on the rooftop of his apartment, and enjoying the starry night. You both talk of the future, his soccer career, family, personal thoughts, and just about anything to avoid silence and to say what you truly want to say, that you love him. You were nervous; nervous laughter instead of joyful, clammy hands, playing with the ends of your hair, anxiousness rising, you were a frazzled mess. Oliver took notice and asked if you were okay, instead of responding “normally”, you exploded your heart onto him and told him you love him. Your emotions flooded your brain and mouth, and instead of stopping after the confession, you spewed out how your heart beats for Oliver, how your body yearns for him, your heart tugs at even the thought of him, just everything you’ve held in for the night.

Now his body yearns for you, his head hurts and his heart aches at you being the missing piece from his life. He wishes he didn’t screw up, he wishes your feelings of anger and hatred, he replaced with love and nurture, he just wishes that he had done right. He wishes for you to still be around.

The large double doors open, indicating that the Blue Lock players are released from the facility for a small break. It’s been a gruesome year, some suffered more than others, but it wasn’t the worst the boys have handled. Especially for Kunigami, his world shattered on multiple occasions and his heart was ripped from his chest as well. Not only did he lose a spot in the Blue Lock project but also lost one of the most important people in his life, the love of his life.

As the young male continues to exit, and says his goodbyes to his friends and teammates, he looks around for his parents, and you as well. Now he’s very aware of the certain circumstances between you and him, but that doesn’t stop him from having at least a sliver of hope. He’s praying and begging that you would be next to his parents and hug him tightly, he’s hoping that you’re there to greet him with your warm smile, he’s hoping for some kind of inkling of your presence. Hope is what is keeping his head held high but as he gets closer to the parking lot and finds his parent’s car, anxiety starts to replace that hope. It heightens once his parents spot him and exit the car, but you don’t.

Kunigami's brain starts thinking that maybe you were too busy to come with, maybe you forgot the date, or maybe you actually don’t care anymore. No, it couldn’t be that there’s no way you no longer have care for him, you said you love him. The breakup couldn’t have been that bad that you completely erased him, there’s just no way. Kunigami opens his phone and opens your messages, he sends a text but it doesn’t send. He panics and calls you but it goes straight to voicemail, he tries again yet the same result. He tries to call and text, yet the same message is repeated over and over again.

Kunigami soon becomes frustrated and realizes that you really have erased him from your life.

As he enters his home, Sae sighs heavily from the escape of the paparazzi. Usually, he just ignores him but he has dug too deep into his sorrows and tries every way to avoid them, not even having enough energy to throw a snarky comment at them.

Since that conversation, Sae’s emotions have been running rampant and they’ve been affecting his livelihood, as well as his playing skills. Thankfully, he can play it off and have no one notice but that doesn’t stop his mind from wandering to the last few words that were said and how you walked away teary-eyed. Soon enough, his mind becomes hazy and he misses a shot or incorrectly executes a play, but instantly saves it. Some of his teammates have noticed but don’t dwell on it since they know how Sae can be.

He drags himself to his room, half expecting you to be there and half expecting an empty bed. He plops himself on his bed and immediately starts cursing himself, getting angry at his sloppy plays, getting angry for even wanting to care, angry at allowing himself to become who he became, and just angry at himself. He’s frustrated at how he let fame and recognition change him to hurt his lover, the love of his life, the one thing that brought light to his mundane, cyclical life.

He promised himself to not mess this one thing up, this one thing of perfection, the one thing that he genuinely enjoyed. Yet, he did exactly that. But what did he expect? He’s Sae Itoshi, the man who’d rather put soccer over everything and who would rather tend to himself than to his loved ones. He tried, truly, but even that wasn’t enough to stop you from leaving. Nothing of him could stop him from leaving you and he may as well sit in that truth.

★ I had a completely different idea for these boys but why not write some angst ;p

★ hope you guys enjoy my first post here <3. lemme know which one is your fav !

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: matthew 5:10

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[torasplanet]

Hellooo! I'm new to your page and to the Blue Lock Fandom. I was wondering if I could get some headcannons on what boys you think would have a black gf and how they would interact with her and her family. I hope this is okay! I haven't been able to fully check the rules yet, so I understand if it's not something you want to do. I love your page ✨️

❝𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐅.ᐟ❞

BLLK. MEN + BLACK! F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; blue lock boys with a black gf and meeting her family !!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; fluff, skin color is not mentioned but black reader, that mean ass auntie everyone has in chigiris and i think sae’s , that’s it i think and ignore how every scenario has something to do with food, i’m a fatass

YOICHI ISAGI

come on now… ik y’all saw this one coming

i feel like isagi is that boyfriend that loves soul foodddd, like i’m talking he will beg you for it everytime you cook

he could eat an entire pan of cornbread after a rough practice i’m telling you and maybe a lil chili on the side

everytime you get your hair done, he always looks at you like he’s never seen you before and you were light itself

“wow that’s so good! i saw this one style on instagram, you should get it.”

when it comes to meeting your parents, he’s literally shitting himself and on top of that, you chose to bring him to meet your family during easter so that means all your family was there

and they all saw him being so fucking competitive with the little kids to get the eggs, it started as a game but then the little kids started calling him poop head and he cannot let that go

speaking of, he is a baby magnet. all your little cousins wanted to play with him

“hi…i’m yoichi.” isagi muttered while standing beside you nervously with a red solo cup in his hand full of a caprison, he didn’t know if he was allowed to get the sodas. your baby cousin told him only for adults.

your mom smiled at him with a laugh “nice to meet you, i hear good things about you.” she says and isagi nods while trying not to seem too nervous as your dad hasn’t said anything yet. “yeah, nice to meet you man.” your father says raising a fist for a fist bump.

isagi smiled non-nervously for the first time and returned the fist bump. you leaned on his side comfortingly but the conversation was cut short when your baby cousin ran up and tapped your boyfriend’s leg. “play with me! help me find eggs!” she yelled jumping up and down and isagi looked at you for approval and you nodded before watching the two scurry away toward the yard.

“better start cooking, he’s gonna work up an appetite.” your mom said to your dad with a laugh making a deep belly chuckle come from him while you sweat-dropped. isagi could be really competitive when he wanted to and lord knows that those little kids took this egg hunt seriously. he was gonna be the designated babysitter for the rest of his life.

and wouldn’t ya know it? five minutes later, all you hear is isagi screaming with your younger cousin at all the other ones “move you little shit. it’s mine.” he grumbled pushing a 7 year old to the ground to get the egg but when they tried snatching it out his hand, he picked them up and started to threaten them to their face.

“yoichi!” you yelled from the porch glaring at him to tone it down and he sighed and dropped the child but only whispered his threats now. ever since then isagi loved going to your family gatherings, he likes the children games.

SAE ITOSHI

sae is a traveling man, he’s all over the world so he’s vaguely familiar with dating women of all different races

he likes taking you on dates and spending hella fucking money on you

that being said, he likes to pay for all the things you want. he likes to pay for your hair, the products, your clothes, if you want your nails done, he’ll drop a band right there for whatever design you want

sae kind of has a fascination with your body also, like whenever you get out the shower he likes to rub lotion and whatever other products you use on you but not in a sexual way

that’s just a gen hc but whatever

sae really likes to watch you do your hair, not because he doesn’t know anything about it, he just really likes to watch. it’s also good for you because whenever you get too frustrated he just calms you down and says he can get someone to do it if u want

really bad at doing your hair and not just curly hair, any type of hair. straight, kinky, wavy, it’s doesn’t matter bc the most he can do it probably a ponytail

anyways he’s probably very chill about meeting parents, he’s a very classy guy so he has nothing to worry about especially bc he met them during christmas, so he bought hella gifts

that being said, he’s also not going to let any disrespect to you slide

sae stacked two plates with macaroni and cheese, turkey, greens and other foods he knew that you liked as he occasionally said hi to the people that passed by him in the kitchen. once he was finished he trodded over to the living room where you sat chatting among your family while trying to avoid the children running around.

he swiftly dodged one of the soccer balls he got one of your nieces as a gift and made his way to you and your mom. “here baby.” sae muttered handing you your plate and then your mother hers. you thanked him with a smile but the smile didn’t last long when you heard the huff of your aunt beside your mom.

“honey, i feel so bad for you. you had to make her plate.” your aunt said with a small chuckle as the boy sat next to you with a confused look on his face. “why is that a bad thing?” he asked already not liking where this conversation was going. the entire car ride, you were complaining about this aunt and how annoying she was toward you but how you never said anything.

you grabbed his hand to tell him to just let it go but you should’ve known better, if you weren’t going to do something, he was going to do it. “well you’re the man, she’s supposed to be serving you.” sae rolled his eyes very obviously with a ‘ugh’ leaving his throat.

“if i’m the man i should be serving her. she shouldn’t have to move an inch.” he muttered glaring at your aunt and looking her up and down with disgust and that’s when you decided to stop it. you put your hand on the side of his face and turned it toward you to whisper in his ear. “be quiet.” you muttered and he only rolled his eyes again.

you took a spoonful of food and shoved it in his mouth before kissing his cheek to thank him for standing up for you. “you’re annoying.” sae said beneath his breath and you just told him “thank you.”

RYUSEI SHIDOU

idk how to explain it but i don’t think you being black would change how he acts in the relationship

he buys you things, clothes, food, anything you’d like

doesn’t care much for your hair and not in a disrespectful way it’s just he wouldn’t get it if you said it looks bad when it looks perfectly fine to him??

does like watching you do your makeup and commenting that your concealer shade is so much lighter than you and laughing about it (he barely understands shit abt makeup unless it’s eye makeup)

when meeting your parents, he was not nervous but you warned him that he needs to tone it down just a bit afterall this is the first time they’re meeting him

he didn’t want to do it but he did because you asked him to although despite this, he still fits right in with your uncles

and not the sports fanatic uncles, the uncles that try and upstage each other during every family gathering

you watched as shidou laughed with your uncles in the backyard, all of them with a drink in their hand due to new years just coming around merely minutes ago. “you play soccer right? must be flexible as hell.” one of your uncles asked shidou as they lightly punched him on his shoulders while he laughed.

this was shidou’s opportunity to show out. to show how flexible and amazing he was and of course, he’ll never miss an opportunity to show off his talents. “hell yeah i am! watch this.” he mutters making motions for everyone to make room for him and they did. seconds later, shidou began to do a backflip that just turned into him doing other flips until he felt like stopping.

“wooo!” “damn man!” the men whistled as they gathered around your dear boyfriend who just laughed extremely loud. then his stomach started to growl and he immediately looked over to you who watched the entire ordeal “babydoll!” the tanned man shouted immediately gaining your attention. “can you get my plate please?” he asked still yelling. usually you would’ve told him no and that he can get it himself but he was having so much fun, so you nodded and went inside to get his plate

when you came back from retrieving his plate, he was sitting at the table on the porch waiting for you breathing heavily. “you have fun over there?” you asked sitting next to him and he nodded with a laugh “yeah and now i’m hungry, feed me.” shidou said with his words coming out as a jokingly beastly sound making you grin.

“nah, you have hands.” you said pushing the plate toward him but he let out a groan as he threw his head back. “my bones hurt.” you sighed at his pleading and picked up the fork before scooping mac and cheese on it and of course, shidou had to give you instructions. “get some of the barbecue from the ribs on it.”

RENSUKE KUNIGAMI

pretty much a combination of everyone on this post

child magnet, parents love him, uncles love him, just really loved by your family overall

he likes soul food but mainly the desserts, he loves that shit

kunigami doesn’t really know how to do your hair but he tries his best but he’s really good at doing your edges for some reason…

knows so much about you that he can go into the beauty supply store and they recognize him and already have all your skin stuff ready

unlike everyone else on this list, he met your family when they came to one of his things and even tho he talked to them for only a few minutes, he managed to make them accept him into the family already

kunigami sat in the empty locker room drinking out of his water bottle with heavy breaths leaving his throat. the game was very stressful but it was fine because he saw you in the stands cheering for him like always with the addition of your parents.

his attention turned to the door when he heard it opening and he saw you and your parents standing there with smiles on your faces, you had on one of his extra jerseys with a corny smile. “you did so good!” you screeched hugging him as your parents laughed at how excited you were.

“i’m not a huge soccer guy but you are good.” your dad said walking over and putting his back comfortingly making kunigami smile. then came your mom with a styrofoam box in her hand. she practically forced it into his hands “here, i thought you’d need it after allat running.” she said and your boyfriend smiled not overwhelmed one bit with all the attention.

kunigami opened the box and ate a spoonful of one of the food portions and immediately hummed in delight. “mhm! this is so good. you either have to give me the recipe or make me my own tray.” the ginger boy said with a hearty smile on his visage.

you kissed his cheek “okay we’ll leave you to get dressed, see you after.” you said with a smile before you and your parents walked away with kunigami bidding his goodbyes to the both of you. safe to say, they loved him.

HYOMA CHIGIRI

just like he’s obsessed with his hair, he’s obsessed with yours

like obsessed obsessed, if he didn’t know how to do your type of hair before, he learned how to like he might as well be your hair stylist because he can do whatever style

silk press, ponytail, simple straightening, literally you name it and he can do it. certain hairstyles he can’t exactly do well like box braids and shit, you’re better off going to someone else but still

if you wear wigs, he knows how to lay that shit DOWN. and by this i mean he watched so many tutorials and can only glue it. so don’t expect him to do the whole thing

beauty supply store knows him by name, he’s always in there buying stuff for you (and him) like he knows everything you need and use. mielle, carols daughter, he knows it all

he also likes when you do his hair, he really likes when his hair smells like yours because of the oil but don’t fw his shampoo. he got that routine down.

he wasn’t nervous meeting your parents, he didn’t really care too much for it so he went there and acted like his usual self. his pretty princess self.

“c’mon get on that grill, show us whatcha got.” your dad said slapping a hand on chigiri’s back that hurt a lot more that he’d anticipated. he looked at your dad and your uncles standing around him unaware of you watching from the porch.

kids ran around wanting to light the fireworks for fourth of july already as you sat next to your aunt. “when are you going to get a man? it’s been years [y/n]?” she asked turning toward you and you looked at her confused while trying to figure out what she meant by that.

“he’s right there, what are you talking about?” you asked tilting your head and your aunt merely scoffed as she rolled her eyes. “please, he looks like a girl and can’t grill nuthin’.” your aunt said a little too confident for someone that’s been single since you were little. “he doesn’t cook with his hair down.” you said with your nose scrunched up irritated as if he was the devil, chigiri appeared in front of you with a sheepish smile.

“hey babe, hope i’m not interrupting anything.” the redhead said looking between you and the older woman and you gave her a passive aggressive smile before turning back to your boyfriend. “not at all, what’s up?” chigiri smiled and turned around with his back facing you.

“can you put my hair up? i’m gonna cook.” chigiri asked and you hummed in response before beginning to put his luscious locks into a high ponytail with the hair tie on your wrist. “thanks babe, come over with me. i miss you.” chigiri said turning around and kissing your cheek. the whole reason he was asking you to come over there was because he could clearly see your hatred for your aunt in this moment.

plus he really did miss you. “okay, bye.” you said waving to your aunt not even looking at her before you and chigiri walked off the porch and to the grill. your aunt did not like him but after he cooked the food, your dad did.

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[luxesiren]

your fave deep stroking you into a coma, they love to roll their hips so slowly and deeply, you beg for them to go faster but they don’t listen. they tell you to sit there and take it while your nails scratch down their back, “come on, you can take it, can’t you?” their voice so soft and teasing while you lose your mind over how good their dick is.

you can’t help that your legs shake with every thrust they give you, their hips smacking against yours but not in the way you want them, you wanted it fast pace and rough but this was also nice too…the slow build up of your impending orgasm, how deep he was inside you — almost enough to see a bulge in your stomach and he loves to see it. his hand rests there and he keeps rolling his hips to make you see stars.

“fuck, you feel me? so deep, baby. that’s where you wanted me, right? right here?” his hand expands around the bugle and his eyes never leave your body. your moans loud and clear, making him chuckle and fuck you even deeper because that’s what he wants. he wants to see you absolutely unraveling just for him.

eren, draken, connie, gojo, toji, and kunigami (you can also insert your fave. these are just who i think of)

a/n: something else i wrote but wanted to share with you guys, i added more to it but i personally like this one

[ierr]

╭﹐❣︎﹕ They Find Out You,re A Girl﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖬𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖴 𝖡. 𝖪𝖴𝖭𝖨𝖦𝖠𝖬𝖨 𝖱. 𝖸𝖮𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨 𝖨. 𝖱𝖤𝖮 𝖬.

cw/tw. fluff, teasing (not sexually)

an. got this idea from watching Mulan 🙎🏽‍♀�� also they might be a tad bit oc but not really, i just started watching Blue lock and i’m already on episode 11 so i do apologize if they seem oc. Also i’m only doing four characters since it’s my first time writing for this anime but next one there will be more people! anywho enjoooyyyy .

𝖬𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖴 𝖡𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖠

It didn’t take him that long to put two and two together that you were a fake male.

I mean the hints were obvious, your feminine body, you’re a tad bit shorter than the group, your scent was way different and you were always the last one to leave the locker room. He was surprised the others didn’t catch on when the hints were there but he wasn’t going to tell on you, honest truth is he likes you and took interest in you so there’s no point in snitching. Your skills were unmatched, you were fast and extremely talented, seeing that you placed 270 on your band made him question things about the rank, the way your body has control over itself when having the ball, your dribbling skills..that’s what made him interested into you which made you both end up being friends.

Spending your time with him and growing more of a bond you started to grow slight feelings for him…but that’s for another time ;)

You on the other hand were utterly shocked that they didn’t catch on you were a girl..maybe they were just dumb or too focused on winning the matches. After the game with Team V, all of you guys celebrated in the locker room with screams and laughs of joy, you were blessed that none of them were completely naked especially Bachira for some reason who was always butt booty naked,

It was all laughs and smiles that night as the boys made their way back to the room deciding to do the tradition celebration potluck, Isagi noticed you weren’t with the group questioning you on why you weren’t following along, “Hey (Y/N), you coming?” You simply shook your head with a soft smile, “Ah, no imma stay back for a while i gotta do something. I’ll catch up with you guys later,” He hummed with a nod before walking out of the door catching up with the group, seeing that he finally left you sighed in relief taking off the blue jersey tossing it on the bench as well taking your hair out of the short ponytail you had in with your locs.

Sighing once more you placed your head against the locker feeling your heart speed up, “It’s too late to turn back now,” You mumbled, before you had the chance to recollect yourself you felt a hot breath hit your neck, “So you are a girl..?” You gasped lightly, quickly turning around to be faced with Bachira who slightly towered over you with a grin on his face, your back instantly collided with the lockers as you looked up at him staring into his gold eyes with your shocked ones, “Bachira!? It’s not what you think-“ He hummed, leaning his face closer down to yours to the point you feel his breath hit your lips, “Oh cmon (Y/N), there’s no reason to keep lying, yeah?” You opened your mouth to defend yourself but quickly closed it knowing he was right.

There was no getting out of this even if you tried, you huffed looking away. “How did you even figure out i was a girl?” He shrugged his shoulders, “It was obvious really, your scent is different from ours, you’re a lot shorter and your body is more feminine which completed the whole thing.'' When he finished, you could physically feel your eye twitch. YOU WERE THAT OBVIOUS?! I mean you were obvious but you didn’t think you were THAT obvious, you thought if you worked out more with your back muscles it would’ve at least not given them the hint you had a feminine body! Seeing your utter defeat he chuckled, “There’s no reason to be defeated, I'm the only one who catched on with your little secret,” Well that made everything better you guessed, “Just..Bachira please don’t say anything. If they find out they’re gonna freak out and if that maniac in the computer finds out i’m gonna get kicked out.” You sighed looking into his eyes, he hummed in response looking into your (E/C) orbs as if he’s getting lost into them, with a small smile.

“Your secret is safe with me sweets.”

Reference Hairstyle:

𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖴𝖪𝖤 𝖪𝖴𝖭𝖨𝖦𝖠𝖬𝖨

The only reason he found out is when your voice accidentally slipped when you were training together.

You didn’t mean to lose your temper honestly! But he was teasing you about how bad you couldn’t block his shots and being the short temper person you lost your cool and accidentally let your real voice slip, hearing your slighter high pitched voice from your fake deep one echo through the training room as you both stood there in utter silence staring at one another.

Kunigami stood there with wide eyes staring at you as you avoided his stare at all cost. You lost your cool and now you’re caught, just your fucking luck any minute now you swore you could hear crickets by how silent it was. Building up the courage you cleared your throat finally forcing yourself to look up at him, “Kunigami- '' You started but got interrupted by a gasp when he backed you up into a wall, arms crossed staring down at you. Shit being corned like this by a big guy is kinda scary, “What are you doing here knowing this is an all boys union?” He questioned letting his deep voice echo through your ears, you swallowed that giant lump in your throat as you held eye contact with him, “Uhm..i just..i.” You stuttered, having a hard time to finish your sentence, for some reason hearing your stutter and seeing how difficult it was for you to finish his face softened a little knowing he probably had that mean muggin face placed.

He doesn’t know why his face did that but he didn’t really care, he sighed. “Listen (Y/N), it’s not like i’m gonna tell or snitch on you- just wanna know why a girl like you is in an all boys soccer union.” He asked with a softer tone, you groaned leaning your whole weight against the wall with your arms crossed. “As you know my passion is playing soccer and being the world's greatest spiker— and since there isn’t exactly a girl blue lock union I decided to come here instead…By” You paused looking down, “By stealing my brother's letter and basically making me into him so it would’ve been believable,” You finished, Kunigami looked at you speechless you really did the extreme to steal your own brothers letter to enter the blue lock program, “And before you say anything. Yes I know i’m a dick for doing that but he doesn’t even care about it to begin with! He only got the letter because of me so i decided to take my opportunity and steal it,” Again he looked at you in disbelief,

This is why you didn’t wanna get caught, you hated explaining things but you knew what you were getting into when joining the program, your eyes everted to his orange ones hearing him murmured, “Wow..that’s- damn (Y/N)” He slightly chuckled running a hand through his orange spiked hair, hearing his chuckle made you form a small smile of your own. “But if you did make it, that would mean you have to act like a boy for the rest of your career,” You nodded your head, pushing some of the twists out of your face, “Yeah..but i knew what i was getting into when joining. So please Kuni..keep this between us?” For some reason hearing your soft voice speak and hearing a nickname you called him made him slightly blush looking away, you paused for a minute to see his face turn slightly red, you grinned. “Are you blushing, Kuni?” There you go again, talking in that soft voice with that nickname leaving your mouth,

He grumbled, “Shut up! I’m not, and stop with the nickname.” You giggled slightly seeing how flustered he got, “Oh come on, is this your first time getting a nickname?” You questioned, he mumbled in response, “So what if it is..” You smiled once again, “So cute.” You teased, Kungami rolled his eyes feeling a small smile tug on his lips, “You keep this whole situation between us, got it?” You nodded your head, “Yessir.”

“And I'll keep this secret of yours safe.”

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𝖸𝖮𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨 𝖨𝖲𝖠𝖦𝖨

Isagi found out when he accidentally walked into the locker room seeing you shirtless with a bandaged chest and your hair down from the pony tail you had in earlier with wide eyes and a flustered face.

You didn’t notice he had came in at first till you turned around to see him by the door with wide eyes staring at you, shocking you as well pausing your actions to look at him, “(Y/N)?!” He questioned, shit you weren’t careful enough to look around your surroundings, you gulped down that giant lump in your throat, “Isagi i can explain-“ Before you could get the sentence out he ran out of the locker room with a still red face and many thoughts running in his head.

Should I tell everyone? Do I keep this to myself??

Wait no i can’t tell anyone about this or what i saw..but i can’t keep this to myself! I have to tell someone anyon-

“Hey Isagi! Where you go man?” Igarashi questioned spotting him walk into the room, Isagi looked up to the group making their eyes widen, “Woah dude! Why is your face red?” He gasped lightly forgetting his face turned red after the whole incident that just happened, “My face? I- well you see-“ He got interrupted when you walked into the room taking everyone’s attention off him and onto you, “Took you long enough!” Jingo yelled, you nervously chuckled, “Sorry guys, i took longer than expected.” You cleared, avoiding eye contact with the black head as he stared at you. “Well since everyone is here let’s all go to sleep, we have a match against Team Y tomorrow.” Gagamaru stated, everyone nodded their heads and went to the their assigned sleeping bags,

You walked to your sleeping bag that was unluckily across from Isagi avoiding all his stares, getting under the blanket, shakily breathing out to yourself, forcing your eyes closed to try to sleep it off. As for Isagi he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t when he just found out one of the best players on Team Z is a girl it was just the thought clouding his mind. He huffed as he sat up to be met with your figure, he couldn’t take it anymore he needed to talk about what happened earlier, “(Y/N),” He whispered, you flinched hearing his voice call out your name, tightening your grip on the blanket,

“We need to talk about what happened,” He said, you grumbled, “There’s nothing to talk about it,” You said in your real voice he rolled his eyes grumbling in response, “There is something we need to talk about,” Silence filled the room as you started to think to yourself, if i tell him he might sell me out to the others..but the time i’ve been playing with him and getting to know him he probably won’t..ugh why did i have to get caught. You huffed, ripping the blanket off, sitting up straight to be faced with his dark blue eyes with your own dark (E/C) ones. “Fine,”

-

You leaned against the wall with your arms crossed, glaring at the hard ground. It was silent between you both, he didn’t know how to start this conversation and you didn’t feel like explaining yourself, “Uhm..so-“ You cut him off, “Isagi, listen, what you saw back in the locker room keep that between us. I can’t afford to get kicked out, I already made it this far so please just don’t sell me out.” You finally looked up to make eye contact with him, he felt his air way get caught in his throat as he stared into your eyes, he felt his face go slightly red getting a real close to your features now.

He’s now noticing how feminine your face looks, your nose, your eyes, your cheeks and lips— and your hair! He was surprised you were able to trick the whole team into thinking you’re a male, he blinked a couple of times nodding his head, “Y-Yeah..your secret is safe with me.” You sighed in relief finally letting that tense feeling go, “Thank you Isagi,” You smiled, he swore he felt his face go hotter just seeing your smile,

“Yeah..yeah..”

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𝖱𝖤𝖮 𝖬𝖨𝖪𝖠𝖦𝖤

Reo found out when you yelled at him not watching out for your real voice, it was when you guys had lost to Team Z. Everyone was in disbelief about the whole match, some mad some upset shi you were even pissed off about the whole thing. You were upset at yourself for not getting there on time, you let the team down you couldn’t help be feel at fault here.

The members tried to comfort you saying you tried your best but you couldn’t believe them..to make things worse Reo was frustrated and pissed off. He didn’t even mean a single word he said to you but he couldn’t control his feelings at the time, “Reo i already know i fucked up you don’t gotta remind me.” Your voice snarled glaring at the purple head through your eyelashes as he scoffed with a sarcastic grin, “I wouldn’t have to remind you if you would’ve just gotten to the ball! You’re our fourth best player, you had that!” You stood up with a scoff of your own, you took one step forward before Nagi had to hold you back, “That’s enough Reo, (Y/N) tried his best,” He defended but he only rolled his eyes, “If he was trying his best we could’ve won against them!”

That was it, you growled under your voice ripping your way out of Nagi’s hand being face to face with him, “Listen you jackass, i know i fucked up ight!? I know i didn’t get to that ball on time like i predicted but you don’t gotta put the whole blame on me! We all lost as a team and i already feel like shit for selling us that win,” The rest of the group went silent hearing your higher pitched voice from your deep one echo through the locker room, Reo eyes widened, “What happened to your..” You know you fucked up by revealing your real voice but there was no turning back now, you didn’t give a damn at the moment. You scoffed, “My voice? If you haven’t guessed it i’m a girl genius.” You said bumping into his shoulder walking out of the locker room to Team V’s room.

The locker room was silent as they saw you stomp off, Nagi sighed walking to sit on the bench as Reo stood there still in shock, “One of our best players is a girl? How did she..” One of them started, but stopped still in disbelief. Reo ran a hand through his hair staring at the ground, with a grumbled Tsurugi walked up to him placing a hand on his shoulder fixing his glasses with the other hand. “I suggest you go talk to her about an apology,” He looked up at the black head who looked at him, “Did you know about this?!” Tsurugi nodded his head looking back at Nagi who looked at the both, “Me and Nagi knew.” He slowly nodded his head looking away from the taller male,

You slammed down your jersey onto the bed, running your hands through your hair slightly gripping it due to irritation. You started to grumble cuss words under your breath only to stop to hear the door open and close, you didn’t bother to look up assuming it was either Nagi or Tsurugi coming to check on you but you were wrong. “(Y/N)?” You looked up at him making eye contact with him with a scowl on your face. “What? Hear to yell at me and say it’s my fault again?” He sighed softly shaking his head, “No..I wanted to apologize for what i said.” You squint your eyes slightly at him, leaning on one leg with your arms crossed, “Go on.” He cleared his throat, “I’m sorry for yelling at you back there, I was just pissed and I let my emotions run free without watching for it, so I'm sorry.”

You raised a brow, but hummed in response. “Next time you yell at me I'll throw a soccer ball at your head.” He chuckled in response, rolling his eyes, “Yeah yeah whatever..but uh what’s with…all of this?” He spoke indicating finding out you were indeed a girl in an all boys soccer program. You shrugged, “Well you found out i’m a girl obviously due to me using my real voice and not giving a damn. And since i..basically exposed myself from losing my temper please don’t tell anyone that the fourth best player on Team V is a female, i don’t know how the other boys will handle the fact a girl sneaked into Bluelock. I can’t afford to get kicked out..so please tell the team to not tell anyone,” Reo softly smiled towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder,

"Your secret is safe with me."

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men who use their huge bulking muscles to his advantage when you get him mad or misbehave in front of guests at important dinner parties. using his huge biceps during doggy to keep you still as his dick keeps hitting deep inside of your cunt as you squeal, completely unable to move because he’s holding you in place. he knows how naughty you get when you don’t get your way so he has to make sure to keep you glued in the position he wants. he pays no mind to your tears streaming down your face and instead uses them to fuel his hunger.

those same men are the ones who use his huge biceps to hold you down when you’re squirming too much as he’s sucking on your clit. shaking his head left and right but still somehow managing to keep you in place as you shake from overstimulation. his strength is completely unmatched.

Armin, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, TOJI Choso, Sukana, Barou, Kunigami, Eren, Ony, Kishibe, Reiner and anyone else 🩷

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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.

©️lalunanymph, 2023

[bitchimasnake-sss]

☆ suck-suck-succubus! ── a blue lock fanfiction. // where you come to wreck the blue lock boys but end up ruined instead.

synopsis: ego jinpachi was a crazed man, a man who had raised a team of monsters that devoured everything on field and made their way to national team in just their early twenties. but were these men ready to be the greatest just yet? were they ready to leave behind dirty temptations and sickening thoughts just to be the greatest? good thing he knew just the person to test them. pairing: afab!reader x multiple men [aged up isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, hyoma chigiri, meguru bachira, rensuke kunigami, nagi seishiro, reo mikage.] // every character gets a separate drabble with the same character (reader.) and it's implied that the reader has slept with them all. cw: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. [this means the story contains themes one may not be comfortable with. if you find yourself growing uncomfortable, please click away.] NOT PROOFREAD. WRITTEN DURING A DELUSIONAL PHASE. MDNI. girl don't. nsfw concludes: penetration, doin' it raw, cunnilingus, blowjob, teasing, nicknames, slight bimbofication and teasing, overstimulation, praise, marathon sex. please read it whole or i'll hunt you. pretty please :) m.list [part 02]

"you know what to do." the man nodded once, not even sending a fleeting glance your way as he casually leaned back into his chair, "just try to break them."

"i don't have to try, ego. just say the word and i would have already gotten them wrapped 'round my finger."

"that delusional?" the man enquired and you didn't miss the sharp glint in his eyes behind those rimmed glasses. all you could do was smile, "that confident. but—" your words drawled on, fingers clasping over the mahogany table, "what do i get from this?"

ego jinpachi smiled, and the sight sent shivers down spine. a cheque slid over to your side, a clear sum of one million yen printed neatly for you to claim. you stared at the piece of paper a second too long before dragging your gaze to the crazed man, "you're offering me money to ruin your players?"

"try your best." the man sat up straight, his lanky frame shifting under his usual suit, "ruin them if you can."

you knew ego jinpachi was an eccentric man, and you knew you owed him a favor from years ago. but for him to have called you, and asked you to seduce his own team before they went for championship felt crazy... even by his standards.

"why are you doing this?" you asked, nimble fingers mindlessly pulling the cheque and turning it around in your palm, "they're your team. don't you want them focused before the championship?"

"don't question me."

fair enough. after all, you were getting paid.

★player 01: isagi yoichi! ya think i don't know what i'm doing?

you had heard of the man, seen him on your television screen game after game. flowing, black hair, blue eyes with a crazed look every time he was on the field. isagi yoichi was a beast; an ever-evolving phantom that possibly haunted every footballer's nightmares. on the field, he was ruthless. he was the one to ruin others, and now it was finally his turn. at your hands, at that.

his hair was tousled, head tipped back and rested against the wall as weak pants slipped past his lips. his fingers were tangled into your hair as you kissed his erection, all sloppy from his salty pre and your lipgloss. he pulled his length out just to smear the tip against your lips, groaning at the feeling of you eagerly peeking out your tongue to tease his needy, aching dick.

all it had taken to break his resolve was to call him to your assigned room after everyone had slept, and tell him the thing as it was. no hidden games, no unkept promises. isagi yoichi was smart enough to see through any games, anyways. what was the point?

"so, ego sent you? to test me, probably." he had concluded by the time you had uttered the second sentence. you rolled your eyes, "has blue lock altered your brain chemistry to think of everything as a trap? i jus' wanna fuck, yoichi."

you saw his fist tighten as you let out honeyed syllables of his name, purposefully bunching your already short skirt upwards. even as his eyes swayed, transfixed against your soft, exposed skin, the man's tone stayed ever-so-polite, "i honestly expected better from ego. i didn't think he was a benevolent man."

"who says i am a product of his benevolence?"

"a-ah," and now the footballed panted, his fingers pulling at your roots as you bobbed up and down, taking his length deeper and deeper into your mouth with each mean, little suck.

"shit," he hissed, eyes clenching shut, "jus' like that, baby."

you felt his thighs clench under your touch, the muscle spasming all erratic as his hips bucked into your mouth. as you felt him breath heavily, you peeled yourself off of him with a lewd pop.

looking up at him, all wide-eyes and devilish smiles, yoichi looked down at you with part confusion, part impatience. "i—" his voice trembled, "i was so fuckin' close, why'd you stop?"

you pulled yourself up, cleaning your mouth with your fingers carelessly, "just cause. goodnight, isagi. you can go back to your room."

"wh-what?" the man spluttered, demeanor uncharacteristically disheveled as he took in the sight of you walking away from him, "what?"

"goodnight." you replied without even looking back, ready to cozy up in your bed and go to sleep. there was no reply from his side, and then something flipped.

"what?" his voice rasped, hands coming to close around your wrist to pull you back into himself, "you think i'll just let you walk away?"

the man turned you around, pressing your chest to the wall as your cheek came to squish against the cold, hard wall. a harsh tug had your skirt pulled upwards, has your drenched panties pulled to the side hastily and had him stuffing you full of his cock, "take it."

"sh-yoichi!" you yelped, thighs automatically parting to accommodate his mean, shallow thrusts. something in the air changed. the compliant man, ready to be ruined by you was suddenly a beast, a man who would break you just to build you up again. his voice dragged, a nimble finger coming to spread your puffy folds and toy with the wettened bud, "think you can jus' toy with me? hah," a humorless laugh left him, dick slipping in and out of you faster and faster and faster, "you thought i'll spare you?"

"ngh— y-yoichi," he pressed your face into the wall, using the pressure to drill into you, to find the spots that will undo you. your mouth fell apart, silent screams into the bricked walls as he rasped in your ear, "you just wanted to fuck right?" a harsh snap of his pelvis and you lost your balance, limply held up by his strong arms, "see? aren't i fucking you right now?"

as you stayed silent, too lost in the feeling of his tip brushing against your g-spot and a hurricane building up in your stomach, yoichi pulled your face towards his, meeting your bleary eyes with his crazed ones, "answer me."

"ye-yeah."

"feel good, huh?" his heavy breaths the only coherent sounds, accompanied by the slap of skin over skin and your stupid babbling, "y- hah yoichi, harder."

"huh?" the star player laughed, his agile finger rubbing patterns against your clit as he kept up his inhumane pace, "want more?"

he pinched your throbbing bud and you arched back into him, eyes growing teary, "ah, ngh please 'm gonna cum. mgonna— cum."

you heard the man shuffle behind you, fully expecting him to go overboard. except he didn't. pulling himself out, he left your throbbing, dripping cunt empty.

"what—" you turned around to look at your culprit only for him to slip back inside in one fluid motion, fucking you dumb again. your voice wobbled, your body falling forward and only held up by him, "shit, you feel so g-good, hah oh my god."

and then you were spasming around his dick, eyes clenching shut as he kept fucking into you through your orgasm. your stomach felt heavy, breath uneven and barely lucid as isagi emptied himself within you.

seeing you in front of him — his seed slipping out of you, your face all reddened and sweaty from his administration, beautiful — isagi yoichi was sure he had finally found another addiction, one battling even the likes of his football career and dreams of being a striker.

as he left your body and stepped back, you leaned on the wall, catching your breath. yoichi spoke up again, his words no longer formal and polite like they had started off when he had first came into your room. he was ruthless. "if you wanna get fucked dumb again, let me know."

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 02: rin itoshi! you thought this would work on me?

rin itoshi was nothing if not a fucking hard-ass. he was rude, blunt, downright cruel if you didn't fall into the small circle of people he could tolerate. he was a man with a purpose, a man with tunnel vision, and right now that vision was you bent over his desk, looking back at him with nothing but heady desire.

his strong grip held your wrists behind your back, the other hand toying with your entrance. for the activity he was doing, his voice was awfully bored, "what did you exactly think would happen once you came here?"

you tried speaking, "well—"

"—it was a rhetorical question." the man replied coolly, his eyes against yours in a heavy dance while his fingers teased your drenched cunt, "did you actually think you'd come here, and i'd fall into your little trap? ego has seriously lost his mind if he thinks this is enough to make me lose control."

"that being said," the younger itoshi hummed, finally looking down to see what a mess you were making of his table, dripping down obscenely onto the wood and coating his fingers, "i cannot lie that this is entertaining."

he had you spread out like that for however long, you couldn't even recall. but seeing how his green eyes locked onto you, how his voice slightly lost their edge as he played with you had you feeling like maybe he was losing control.

"rin," you whined, your chest arching further into the wood as you pathetically tried to move, "jus' do something. anything."

"tsk," the man husked, all disappointed as you tried to meaninglessly struggle against his vice-like grip on your wrist, "why? from the looks of it, you look like you're enjoying this a lot."

as if to emphasize, his fingers finally swept past your puffy clit, softly rubbing the nub. you threw your head backwards, a silent moan at the final contact. looking at you entranced, the man finally slipped a finger into your velvety heat, and then another immediately after.

stretching you open on his digits, rin itoshi couldn't lie he could see the appeal in you. the way your body molded to his touches, how you keened into his fleeting touches against your clit, how he almost all but buried himself within your sickly, sweet cunt.

"r-rin," you panted, eyes clenched shut, "f-faster, please."

"hm?" if you didn't know any better, you would have taken his tone as one of annoyance. dripping in boredom, he reminded you all while his digits pumped in and out of you repeatedly, "look me in the eye while you're talking to me."

"ugh," your voice shook as you forced your eyes open. looking at the raven-headed man through a shaky gaze, you tried to repeat the lewd request, "faster... please?"

as you looked back at him; eyes red, lips wobbling and body almost limp except for the jitters that shook you over and over again, rin swallowed hard. faking nonchalance was getting harder.

"let me do you one better." rin itoshi pulled out his fingers — all coated with your essence — and you whined at his action before he teased the stretched-out cunt with the tip of his aching dick, "take it all since you want it so fuckin' bad."

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 03: hyoma chigiri! gentleman in the streets, freak in them sheets!

hyoma chigiri prided himself to be a gentleman. he was always graceful, always so well-manner and proper. he was — what you considered — the easiest prey. you thought you would utter something suggestive, tie your hair and fall to your knees and he would explode right there. oh, how wrong you were.

"tired already?" his hair stuck to his forehead, long tresses half-glued to his sweaty back and half-falling over you as he caged you under him. his lean biceps flexed, his pelvic region coming in fleeting contact with your aching cunt every time he slipped his cock inside you.

you panted, words jumbling at his almost mocking tone, "chigiri plea—"

he cut you off, "please what?"

oh, how dare he act so nonchalant? especially after he had been keeping up the same tantalizing, torturous pace for the past hour. you knew the man had crazy stamina, you had seen his explosive strength as he ran the course of the field in a matter of mere seconds. but those same legs now supported his figure as he pressed your knees to your chest and rammed into you so, so slowly.

"the p-pace," you tried again and he furrowed his brow, looking so pretty hovering over you. he repeated, "what's wrong with the pace?"

"'s so slow." you hoped your weak words would do the trick but hyoma chigiri just looked at you confused, as if you were uttering an alien language. he laughed, "are you saying i'm slow? me?" shaking his head, he disapproved, "that's a bit harsh."

you whined, nails digging into his sculpted back as you tried to physically taint him into changing the pace. the reddish scars against his back ignited something within the man. he hummed, "well, since you've been so patient 'n all, i guess—"

his thrust almost took you by surprise, a gasp stuck in your throat at his sudden intensity. his pelvis met yours in a lewd grind and you keened into his touches, praying to any deity above that he just keeps up this pace.

and boy, did those deities answer.

because now you were gasping, reeling from your second orgasm, as the man above you kept going. a light layer of sheen covered you both, his hair was dripping, and you were sure that one more thrust and your body would rip open.

"c'mon," he insisted, his words now reduced to groans and stuttering moans, "gimme one more."

"no, no, no." you shook your head but a steady hand came to pull your cheeks together, forcing you to meet his eyes. the man rasped, "did i fuckin' ask? i told you i need one more."

the same hand that had been holding your face trailed downwards to toy with your neglected clit while his dick rammed against the same gooey spot within you. the pressure in your stomach rose dangerously, and you squirmed under him, screaming his name.

and then, you erupted. muscles spasming, cunt fluttering so tight around him as you screamed his name. and he came just as intensely within you, painting your insides white with his essence.

as chigiri hyoma finally caught his breath and looked down at you, at your blissful, spent expression, he almost envisioned a future where this was you and him every morning. a future where he woke you up with orgasms and candied words against your lips. ah, too bad ego was the one pulling the strings.

but dammit, was ego good at pulling strings.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 04: rensuke kunigami! over 'n over again? let's go till infinity, tonight.

rensuke kunigami knew what he wanted in his life. you knew the muscled man as someone who never stopped, never gave up, never for a second ever held back from giving it his all. so, why would he act any different with you?

you had been so sweet to him, anyways. you had waltzed into his room late at night, complimenting his strikes and offering him a massage as a small favour. now, he was returning the favor by folding you in half, ramming in 'n out, in 'n out, in 'n ou—

"—oh my god, rensuke." you gasp, your legs dangling on his muscled shoulders as he used you as a ragdoll.

his untamed hair is now a bit matted, sweat drops cascading down his neck and down his rippling abs and chest. you would follow the path of that drop shamelessly if he hadn't forced you to focus on him and only him.

rensuke kunigami was an usually reserved man. but the way you ruined him was a experiment that needed to be studied. he lost control the second you showed up in those itty-bitty top and short combo to give him a free massage. ofcourse, now he was just repaying the favour.

he didn't care that ego might be behind it, that you were just a mere distraction. more like he couldn't care as you moaned out his name and tried to buck into him, tried to match his erratic thrusts.

he was such a deranged man at your touches, losing all inhibitions and acting on his most dark thoughts because as soon as you got comfortable in one position, as soon as he saw you about to come undone, he would manhandle you and have you another way.

this position was your fourth and you were half-afraid you'd pass out before his stamina ran out. the man panted, "shi-shit, gonna come?"

"yes, please." your legs locked against his broad back, trying to force him into the position and not edge you again. and although, rensuke kunigami was a crazed man, he couldn't lie that he wanted to feel you cum on his dick. ego's scheme be damned.

"c-cum for me," he hissed, pelvis grinding into you with more and more intensity as your eyes rolled back and muscles grew tense under him. he repeated, words coming so hard to his parched throat, "cum for me. cum on me, pretty girl."

"hah shit—" your voice pitched and you saw your vision fade to black, just a violent storm inside your body that calmed down slowly as the man above you finally pulled out and spilled white all over your abdomen.

he panted, gasping for air like he had just played 6 consecutive matches, he picked up the white on his index and pushed it past your wobbling lips, looking as you accepted his taste with a sweet hum.

"fuck, baby. one last time?" he asked. but what was the point of asking as he was already slipping inside you?

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 05: meguru bachira! ah, the monster won't let me stop!

meguru bachira swore he grew up with a monster. not the scary kind, no. his was kind, his was ambitious, his was his only friend growing up. but now, as you laid before him, he realized that the monster was him.

you had grabbed his wrist after dinner, and he had grinned and teased his friends as you dragged him away. he had heard the rumors. isagi, itoshi, kunigami, chigiri ��� all of them seemed to have gotten a pretty little session from you. and he would be lying if he said he wasn't waiting for his turn.

sure, ego was playing with them. ego wanted to test them. but what ego didn't know was that meguru bachira was a man at your service, ready for whatever.

he had waited for his turn so long, of course, he wanted to make a good impression. maybe that's why your hands were tied to the headboard of his bed, your thighs split open on each side of his face as he lapped at you like a man ravished.

you were so sweet, and he almost grew angry at the idea of all of them having you. but right now, you were pulling at your handcuffs so desperately, you were telling him he was doing so good and that you were gonna come again.

"meg—" you cried out, hips raising in a desperate attempt only for them to be pushed down by his arms. he kept lapping at you, kept fucking you with his tongue, kept staring at your face as it contorted into one of pleasure. you cried again, trying to push him away, "meguru, too much. 's too much."

he stopped, if only for a moment. he raised his head up, looking at your disheveled state. your hair stuck to your body, your eyes crazed the same way he felt he looked chasing after the ball on the field. except, you looked more beautiful than all of his sweaty teammates combined.

you sighed with relief, "stop, megs."

"hm?" he peeked his tongue out, softly licking away at the honeyed residue on his lips, "why?"

"i'm tire— meguru!" your voice climbed several octaves higher as he ignored you and delved right where he had made a mess with your unyielding juices, cum and his spit. you cried out, tried to rattle the bed with your actions.

but those sounds did nothing but make him rut the bed harder. his sweats and bedsheet were nowhere as sweet or plush as your cunt, or your mouth. but right now, it would do. he rutted, pressing his sensitive, wet cock into the fabric like an animal in heat. he wasn't ashamed to admit that he had already came once. and how could he not with your sweet voice just above him?

"m-meguru, baby." you tried to move away, but it was no use as he actively hunt you down with his tongue. he hummed against you, his words a broken mess, "yeah, what?"

"stop, please." the overstimulation was getting too much, it was going straight from your cunt to your head and you swear you were growing dumber as he wrecked you with his sultry muscle.

"no," he stuck his tongue out, teasing your swollen clit with his tip, "the monster said i cannot stop."

and maybe meguru bachira was a sadist cause he swore he came again when you whined and he answered by eating you out even more passionately.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 06: nagi seishiro! the only kind of hard work i wanna do.

nagi seishiro thought everything was pointless, and so very energy-consuming. he had heard about ego's new scheme, he had seen you waltz around the blue lock facilities and all he wondered was: was all that hardwork with you worth it? yes. it was.

his arms pressed your back to his chest, and you were surprised by the force as he kept you pined against him. his leg snaked against yours and you found it difficult to move. rendered useless. all you could do was lay by your side, held by his arm and with his leg between yours, opening your drenched pussy to his greedy vision.

by now, everyone knew what you were upto. a succubus. a fucking witch that came just to fill their head with filthy thoughts, and wreck their cognitive senses. and now, it was nagi seishiro's turn.

"ah, ah, ah." the man tutted, shaking his head softly and the white tresses softly caressed your neck. he buried his face into your skin, inhaling you and exhaling a soft moan even though it was you getting utterly wrecked.

he knew it would be a lot of hardwork, so, yes, nagi seishiro did cheat. he went ahead and got a vibrator. a small, bullet vibrator that did more than enough work for him.

"s-sei." you cringed at how pathetic you sounded, your own voice drowning under the buzz of the toy, and the man replied against your soft skin, "hm?"

"turn on the higher intensity s-setting." your voice sounded confident, as if you weren't already making a mess on the little, buzzing adult toy even at the second setting. nagi's fingers were drenched, the sheets underneath you probably soiled with your juices.

"oh?" the snowy-haired man repeated your words in his head, "you wan' more?"

you nodded and the man pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder, muttering, "okay, then."

while you did expected a gradual increase in the vibration, you did not expect the intensity to go up to a 5, and then nagi slipping his erection within you immediately afterwards.

"feels good," the man muttered again, his voice so soft that you had to concentrate just to hear his little quips. nagi's hips pistoned in and out of you, a steady, jagged little rhythm that made sure he bumped against your g-spot drag after drag.

with a particularly harsh stroke, nagi stilled within your heat. his tip kept stationary against your kryptonite, and as he pressed the bullet vibrator to your clit, you felt a fire budding within you.

you thrashed against him but you were quickly reminded he was a professional player because he had a chokehold on your body. not one muscle moved without nagi's permission, and you were effectively all but in his control.

he was your puppeteer and you were the helpless, stupid doll he was playing with. he decided everything. from the pace of his strokes, to the intensity. he stopped as he pleased, and then started again. you almost grew frustrated, "sei, fuck me harder."

well, you should have given him clearer instructions. because now the snow-haired prodigy focused. his hips snapped, skin reddening by hitting against your skin and the tip of the vibrating toy placed perfectly on your swollen nub.

"oh my god," you rasped and nagi took it upon himself to fuck you toll you could not utter a word more. as you spasmed against his cock and he emptied himself within you, nagi seishiro could only ask one thing, "wan' more?"

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 07: reo mikage! etch me to your memory, forever.

reo mikage had all the wealth in the world. he could buy you whole if he wanted, but what was the fun in that? he wanted you to remember him. he wanted you to think of him everytime you touched yourself, everytime those wretched fucking bastards touched you.

"jus' like that," his smooth voice guided you, "go slower."

you focused on the smooth baritone of his voice, on the pretty way the syllables rang out of his mouth. you focused on his sound, because frankly, that was all you could do.

you were blindfolded, sat down on his bed and spread open for him to devour you whole.

even with all the access in the world, reo mikage didn't want anything that didn't make him work hard. so, naturally, he wanted to put on a show. he wanted to feel you follow him. he wanted to remind you who he truly was. even if ego wanted him distracted and in shambled, reo pledged to ruin ego's chess piece entirely.

"now, circle your clit." you did as you were told, pace slow and the actions well-calculated. reo smiled, a self-satisfying little thing as you followed his instructions like a lost puppy, "good girl. continue that, keep goin'."

you shook your head, already worked up with your own fingers against yourself. after being filled and defiled by each of them, just having your own fingers felt rather... bland. but as reo's voice guided you, you couldn't help but follow along.

"go faster," he instructed, his own hand falling on his hot, hard erection, "go as fast as your pathetic fucking fingers can go. yeah," he laughed, looking at how you tried to keep up the pace but faltered just a few moments in.

you felt shivers down his spine as you felt his hot breath on your inner thigh. he was so close, yet he did nothing but chant instructions, "put a finger in, and fuck yourself like it's my dick."

you tried, a helpless whine on your lip as you couldn't exactly fuck yourself as well as they could. "awh?" reo questioned, his breath so close to where you wanted it, "cannot?"

"reo, please." you tried to negotiate, still pumping a finger within yourself, "please jus' do something."

"hah," he player laughed, almost flattered at your whines, "can't. just work for it, pretty girl." he waited a moment, seeing your struggle before uttering out, "now, another finger. go on."

you put one more, and he moaned as he tugged on his own erection, "now fuck yourself open on them."

you threw your head back, finally finding some rhythm within your own digits. but as soon as you felt yourself growing hotter with your own touches, a soft hand caught your wrist and then you felt a soft, foreign kiss on your drooling cunt.

"r-reo?" you asked, taken aback by his tongue lapping at you. reo mikage hummed, his grip still tight on your wrist, "shh, just enjoy."

but there was nothing to enjoy. he stopped, making you realize his absence. "reo?" your voice grew feeble and then, you heard a deeper voice. a familiar voice. a voice that echoed against your ear, "missing me?"

rensuke kunigami?!

"huh?" you replied, confused and then a sharp smell invaded your smell. a characteristic smell. the same perfume rin itoshi always wore. and then, your heightened senses let you know that there were a lot more people in this room than you anticipated.

"told ya, didn't i?" isagi yoichi hummed, "if you ever wanted to get fucked dumb, just call us."

oh my god. what kind of a trap did ego jinpachi throw you in?

a/n: PART TWOO IS NOW UPP!! no, i will not apologize for this shit. it got me out of writers block. no, i don't take criticism. only compliments, thankyou. jokes aside, ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH BLUE LOCK OMGGG. catch me writing for them day 'n night now. also, sorry if i mess up somewhere. uni started and brother, all my energy is gone. hope you like it, love ya hotties 💋💋 m.list [check out my other work mwuah]

[aciddrattboyy]

tramp stamp

various bllk guys and how they would react to you getting a tramp stamp

bachira; kunigami; nagi; ryusei x f! reader[separate] ☆ smut ☆ wc: 1.2k cw: mirror fucking(bachira), reverse cowgirl, oral(m! receiving) kunigami)), doggy style, i think thats it [all characters are aged up!] a/n: i was gonna write for more but then i blanked so stay tuned for pt 2 if you feel inclined to do so

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bachira

⋆ was v e r y excited when you said you wanted to get one ⋆ actually offered to pay for it AND go with you ⋆ but you declined, knowing he’d try to fuck you in the parking lot as soon as you were done ⋆ now that you had confirmed you were getting one bachira had a bit of a dilemma  ⋆ he loved looking at you while he fucked you senseless ⋆ but now he needed to see your new tattoo while he did just that so ofc a hasty amazon order was made  ⋆ come the day of your appointment, there was now a full length mirror stuck onto the back of your bedroom door waiting for you when you got home

you were a whining, blubbering mess as meguru pounded into you. on all fours, he grabbed you by your hair with one strong hand so you couldnt bury your hair in the sheets. usually he would, usually he was a bit nicer. but he needed you to see, needed you to look at your now fucked out self through the mirror he bought just for this reason. 

“so hot baby- so hot like this,” his pace was brutal as he fought a constant internal war on where to look. if he looked at your new lower back tattoo for too long he’d cum too fast. but being able to see you at a new angle was making it hard to not spill inside of you. his other hand that had a painful hold on your waist snaked down to rub tight circles against your clit. his hips faltered at the sight of your face contorting in pleasure. with a guttural moan leaving his throat, meguru buried himself balls deep in your cunt as he came.

gingerly releasing his hold on your hair, he moved back to your waist. meguru panted softly, eyes unable to leave your lower back. he could feel himself getting hard all over again at the thought of one day being able to spill his cum all over it.

kunigami

⋆ kunigami wouldnt deny that the idea was hot to him ⋆ he was very supportive- excited even ⋆ he both paid + went with you to your appointment  ⋆ was very proud of himself for exercising the utmost restraint when he saw the final product ⋆ not wanting to hurt the already hurt area, he kept the sexual activity to a minimum  ⋆ definitely didnt pass up a chance to playfully slap your ass any time it was visible  ⋆ despite his chivalrous behavior, it was as if his libido went up 1000% knowing the tattoo was there

“oh fuck-,” kunigami’s jaw seemed to be permanently clenched as took more of him in your throat. head resting against the back of the couch as he looked at you with eyes that sent heat straight to your throbbing pussy. his hips involuntarily bucked into your mouth when he caught a glimpse of your back. your tanktop was pushed up from your previous messy makeout session and your lower back tattoo was almost on full display. 

catching where his gaze was now focused on, you arched your back. your shorts rode down just a bit from the change in position but it was enough to send kunigamis head spinning. his grip on your hair tightened as he started fucking your face. the room filled with sounds of you gagging and his moans as he got closer to cuming. “ ‘m close,” he warned, voice strained as he kept staring at the black ink forever etched on your skin. 

this only spurred you on, hollowing your cheeks as best as you could; determined to take him all. and that you did, swallowing the hot cum that spilled down your throat with a pleased smile. your stuck out your tongue, proudly showing him that none went to waste until he pulled you onto his lap. fully intent on fucking you here and now. 

nagi

⋆ he was never big on showing emotions outward ⋆ but when you came home, stripping down in front of him to show off your new tattoo ⋆ you could see something change in his eye ⋆ he never considered any tattoos hot before you just kinda saw them as ink on skin and nothing more ⋆ but now that you had one he was obsessed

nagi was laying on his back, head propped up on multiple pillows as his hands held a vice grip on your waist. 

“sei- ‘s too much,” having already came three times on his mouth, you were a mess. holding onto his thighs tightly as he fucked you down onto him. nagi couldnt even respond, low moans tumbling out of his mouth as he watched your ass meet his pelvis. his eyes were fixated on the tattoo and nothing could pry them away. 

feeling you clench around him from the sensitivity is what sent him over the edge. pulling you off of him with ease and setting you down on his stomach as his came on your stomach and abused cunt. you were panting, eyes fluttering shut when you assumed he was satiated. but you soon learned that you assumed wrong, yelping as he got you on all fours. he leaned over you, pressing a kiss into your shoulder.

“not done”

ryusei

⋆ it was hard for him to keep his dick in his pants around you already ⋆ but your newly added tattoo was making it so much harder ⋆ he thought it was incredibly hot ⋆ a hint of possessiveness when he thought how he’d be the only one to see it in its entirety ⋆ he grew a habit of stretching the waistband of whatever you were wearing to peek at it ⋆ laughing when the fabric snapped back and made you jump  ⋆ he was more touchy than ever and you couldnt bring yourself to hate it one bit

“such a needy little thing,” he had you on your stomach, legs trapped under his as he pushed your head into the covers. the smile on his face was evil and his pace was no better. his free hand was groping your ass, loving how sore they know were from your previous endeavors. he loved how you were trapped under him, only able to whine and beg for more while completely under his will. his fingers lightly traced the now healed tattoo, enjoying how it made you shiver. 

he rutted into you brutally, the sound of his pelvis hitting your ass reverberating through the room as he placed messy open-mouth kisses along your shoulder blades. but he couldnt stay there for long. leaning back, he watched as his dick disappeared inside you. the tattoo was just the icing on the cake. 

you could feel his hips stuttering as he pounded inside you before he quickly pulled out. ryusei desperately humped your ass, head thrown back as he came. you whined, thighs clenching as you felt his cum drip onto your lower back. you only lifted your head when he hurriedly got off of you, watching as he reached for his phone. 

“what a pretty little thing,” he seemed to murmur more to himself than anything as he took pictures of your cum covered tattoo before getting back on top of you. you would be dumb to think ryusei would ever stop after only cumming once.

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[sugurouge]

— your eyes on my body : kunigami rensuke x f!reader

contains! — mdni: smut, pet names (succubus, sweetheart, love), praise, body worship @ kunigami, size kink/difference, manhandling, teasing, a pinch of dumbification if you squint — 2.3k words

❝ Worship me, make you believe I'm what you need. So beg, darlin', please, baby, don't lie, it's okay that you crave me. Your eyes on my body, you're shaking, get high on me for you're forsaken.❞

summary: kunigami sucks at accepting compliments. even after all his personal growth, he still struggles with the same quirk years later. so when you suddenly feel the need to put the focus on him and make him feel flustered like a teenager all over again, the best course of action is to leave you unable to form a coherent thought in return

Across the rooftop, you watch him grab another drink at the bar counter. Shamelessly, you admire just how good he looks: slightly tanned skin, fitted black trousers that emphasise his strong legs and nice butt. A small smile tugs at your lips as your eyes roam his figure, appreciating how broad his back appears in that tight white button-down shirt. Then he turns around—

Someone walks in front of your vision, another guy, shorter, with shoulders that aren’t half as nice as Kunigami’s. Suddenly, there is a frown on your face. “I just saw you standing here alone and thought about keeping you company,” he says.

You only hum as you lean slightly sideways to get a glimpse of your beloved. The three buttons you convinced him to leave open your reward this very moment: The sun casts a perfect glow on the crevices of his chiselled chest, his dainty golden necklace shining in the rays of light, and those beautiful auburn eyes zeroing in on the guy in front of you.

A big hand lands on the other man’s nape. You would almost feel sorry if the size difference between the two didn’t turn you on so much. Kunigami’s grip tightens a little; he enjoys the stiffening of the guy’s shoulders as he redirects him to move sideways. Leaning into the frame to force eye contact, a gentle smile is plastered on his lips. “You’re not pretty enough to be talking to her, you know.”

You could have taken him right on the spot. Instead, you press your lips shut, biting down on your inner cheek to stop a grin from spreading across your face. He looks so good. And he’s all yours.

Once the intruder is gone, you take the cocktail from Kunigami’s hand. Your free hand rests on his neck, tugging him down to kiss him like you’re parched, with a hunger as if nobody else is watching. You leave him fully overwhelmed, his body stiffening in response, but how could he pass up on that chance? His hands claim your waist, holding you close and prolonging the kiss until your knees grow weak.

“So, you think you’re pretty enough for me?” you tease, recalling the words he used earlier. Rensuke’s eyes dodge yours, a slight pink hue dusting his cheeks now that he thinks about it. He’s never been the best at giving himself credit, nor at taking it. “Well, I think you’re very attractive,” you whisper before giggling at his adorable reaction.

The hunger for your partner kept your mind wide awake during the late afternoon until you finally arrived home. Kunigami, instead, is all but ready to get comfortable and wind down for the night. Yet, he is well aware of the clicking of your heels that follow him into your little walk-in closet, and you hum a sound of discontent to gain his attention.

“Ren,” you drawl his name softly, feigning a pout as you stand in front of him and let your hands dip beneath his button-down. Nails drag along his chest as you rise up on your toes to close the distance between your bodies. He leans in instinctively, the tips of your noses brushing for a second, but when he moves to kiss you, you turn around to offer him the zipper of your dress instead. Kunigami obliges, he's eager to watch the dress pool around your ankles, his eyes raking over your legs, ass, and the frilly panties you wear until your eyes meet again.

The challenge is starting to drain the blood from his brain. How is he supposed to maintain eye contact when you turn around with your arms resting at your sides? You win this game every time.

Auburn eyes flick down to appreciate the shape of your breasts, how they bounce as you step closer until they press against his body. “Baby,” you whisper, “where’s your decency, hm?”

“You’re playing with me too much; you know what you’re doing,” He shoots back, finally able to look at your face again. You can see how dilated his pupils have become.

“I’m sorry, I’ll behave, okay? I’ll be nice,” you tease. But your moves are anything but nice: a hand sneaks between your bodies to palm his growing erection. You love the way you feel him getting bigger because of you. Glossed lips stain his neck and chest as Kunigami’s head leans back slightly to offer you more room, a hum of content vibrating in his chest. “You’re so attractive,” you whisper into his skin while your hands unbuckle his belt.

If it wasn’t for his own hands that stop you, holding you in place as he leans down to kiss you for a moment, you would have continued your advances. “Stop saying that,” he gently protests, a slight frown highlighting his confusion.

“But you are. And I don’t tell you enough—”

He interrupts quickly, clearly bothered, “You tell me plenty.”

“You have no idea how hot you are, Ren,” you challenge back, while you both are staring at each other for a good moment. Silence hangs heavy in the room as he struggles with the compliment, a slight cringe inevitable. “I mean it, do you—”

Your words are cut off as Kunigami throws you over his shoulder, adjusting your body like you weigh nothing until you rest comfortably. A firm spank to your ass makes it impossible not to whine at the impact; he can practically see how your thighs are pressing together. 

That’s better.

Or so Kunigami thought. Unfortunately for him, you start all over again on your shared walk to the bedroom. “That guy earlier, he stood no chance compared to you. Nobody stands a chance! Ouch!” The rambling, the compliments—it's all a bit much with so much blood flowing to his cock. The best course of action is to bite into your ass cheek, deep enough to leave an imprint of his teeth. The sudden impact has you grasp onto his shirt, tears brimming in your eyes from the stinging pain and running free once your back meets the mattress.

Kunigami stands at the edge of the bed, rough fingers holding your ankle while he unbuckles the little straps of your shoes before throwing them aside.

His hands roam over the back of your thighs, pressing them into your sides as he leans in above you, his mouth attaching to your neck before littering your upper body with kisses. “You talk too much,” he mumbles between sloppy kisses and licks, his trail leading down your stomach to your soaked panties.

“Ren! Just—” you're unable to finish the thought as he drags the tip of his nose along your pussy, shamelessly inhaling your sweet scent and moaning against your wet panties. Those cute little whimpers are much better than any compliment, Kunigami thinks to himself. You look adorable when you're struggling so much. One finger on each side hooks around your panties to pull them off, allowing him to admire your messy state in the sheets, your cute cunt glistening and begging.

A foot presses against his chest as he leans down, desperately trying to keep him off you. “You make it impossible for me to look after you,” you complain, but it nearly falls on deaf ears. All Kunigami can think of is making that pretty mouth of yours unable to talk so much. His fingers wrap around your ankle, lips returning to kiss your skin up to your knee while his middle finger drags along your puffy lips.

Your thighs close around his fingers, your own hand reaching for his wrist to bring the slick-drenched finger up to your lips, tongue licking up your juices until you pop two of his digits into your mouth, mimicking what you could do for his painfully hard cock.

A sigh of defeat leaves Kunigami’s lips as he gives you room to crawl up on your knees, nimble fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt before your mouth leaves marks of pink and purple on his abs, teeth grazing his skin to distract him from the zipper of his pants. Kunigami cradles the back of your head, thumbing your neck gently, a silent urge you know too well.

“So needy for me, makes you only more attractive,” you chuckle to yourself, but any fight he would put up is forgotten once Rensuke looks down to witness you lick a greedy strip of his length, from base to tip, tightening his muscles and leaving his head spinning. “Succubus,” he groans. You're so pretty when you look up at him like that.

“Just wanna make you feel good,” you hum innocently before inviting him into your mouth, your warm, wet tongue pressing against the underside of his heavy cock as you put on a show for him. Moaning against him, coating him in your spit, you make it impossibly easy for him to move his hips.

A mixture of pre and spit trickles down your chin as he picks up the pace, your watery eyes unwavering as you witness him falling apart. The stinging sensations of your nails against the frail skin of his thighs make the coil in his stomach nearly snap. How could he not pull you forward, forcing your lips flush against his crotch as he crumbles apart?

Heavy breaths and deep moans fan your back as he towers above your frame. “Doing so fucking well, you drive me insane,” he manages to pant, trusting you to swallow every drop of his cum.

Once you pull back, you’re left breathless, lungs begging for air as you stare up at Rensuke wide-eyed. Your eyes follow the drips of sweat highlighting his firm frame, watching how he pumps his half-hardened cock again. You lick the remaining cum off your lips with one swipe before parting your lips. “You’re so pretty it hurts.” Fuck, that little whine to your voice might just take away the last of his sanity.

He is on you in a second, your legs pressed into your chest to allow him to enter you deep without much of a challenge. To watch your eyes roll into the back of your head and hear your moans and complaints of “‘s too big” like anytime Rensuke’s greed overtakes him. “You’ll manage,” he pants into your neck, without room for consideration since his hips are already pulling back, “you always take me,” his lips enclose around your collarbone, sucking on your skin as he thrusts into you. The smacking of skin, the air being knocked out of your lungs—yes, that’s right. No silly compliments, no teasing, just his good girl getting fucked until she can’t form a sentence anymore. If Rensuke could, he’d go deeper, hold you tighter, drown in you.

One firm grip turns you around, the palm of his hand on the small of your back to force you into an arch as his thighs keep your legs apart. His cock rubs along your folds, teasing your clit with every roll of his hips. “Ren, please, you can’t—” another spank has you pushing your hips into him, pussy begging to be stuffed again. “Can’t tease you, huh? Only you can be a pain,” Kunigami finishes the sentence for you.

“Only a moment ago you said I’m too big,” he mocks your whiny tone, his chuckle tickling you as he kisses along your tired form, large hands resting on top of your own while his body leans like a blanket above yours. “Suddenly you’ve gotten all quiet again. I’m wondering where your compliments are now?” he cocks an eyebrow, eyes looking into yours as his lips kiss your shoulder. He won’t even hide his shit-eating grin as he watches your tired expression, “Head stuffed with my cock as well?”

Oh, but it’s not nice of you to turn your head the other way, not when you have a man like Kunigami, who can just wrap a hand around your stomach to pull you up into his broad chest. “Sweetheart,” he continues his ministrations, large palm cupping your tit, fingertips pinching your nipples while he draws lazy patterns into your clit until he makes you whine, until you finally react to him again. “You wanna cum on my cock?” he whispers into your ear, licking a nasty strip along your neck before nibbling on your skin. “Y-yes, yes, I do, I do!” If you weren’t so desperate to finally feel bliss, you’d elbow him for the chuckle that follows. “Why don’t you tell me earlier then?”

He lets you fall onto the mattress, trusting you can catch your own fall, as his hands are already on your hips. Holding you nice and open so he may position himself in front, your begging pussy once more stuffed to the brim by his cock. The soft patterns being drawn into your skin by his thumbs are a farce, so different from the abuse he puts on your cunt.

Handling your body himself rather than making you move, he brings you back down on his length each time he is pulling out again. You moan into the duvets, tears and smeared makeup staining the fabric, but he couldn’t care less for that mess if you look this good. If he can watch your ass bounce with each thrust, watch it jiggle thanks to the force he uses to keep you creaming around him. “Just like that, come on, you know how to let go for me,” he encourages as you tighten around him again and again, only missing a tiny push. His hips snap against yours, balls smacking your clit each time as blunt nails bruise your hips. As your eyes fall shut and your legs tremble, his soft voice rings in your mind, praising you, “You’re so pretty when you cum for me, love.”

“Ren,” you sigh his name like a sweet symphony, so cute when you say his name like that. Kunigami holds you, your legs unable to keep up with his movements as his thrusts are unrelenting for his own high. But when he cums, he pulls you close, hiding himself in the crook of your neck, moans being soaked up by your skin before falling to his side, cock nestled inside you as he strokes your tired figure.

“You’re really hot,” you can’t help but mumble, always needing to have the final say. The defeated sound coming from Rensuke brings a smile to your lips, a grumbled thanks the only acknowledgement you will receive for tonight.

a/n: writing this felt like a fever dream | dividers by @/cafekitsune

[aquamarixx]

breaking the internet

chapter five A win turns bittersweet for Hiori when the person he wants to share it with the most seems just out of reach—as he sees Miss Journalist running towards someone else. chapter five pairing hiori yo x reader contains slow slow slow burn, post blue lock timeskip, afab!reader, hurt/comfort masterlist

The camera zooms in on Hiori, his face glistening with sweat as he cards a hand through his hair, the other planted on his hip. The stadium is packed, buzzing with energy, each cheer reverberating like a pulse through the field.

This wasn’t just another mid-season game. It was Bastard München’s chance at redemption after three consecutive losses to Manshine City earlier this season. Gold and black jerseys dominated the stands, their presence louder, prouder than ever.

It’s the second half, Bastard München leading 2-1. A stark contrast to their past matches. The team plays with intent, every move precise, every pass calculated. 

On the field, Mikage Reo sprints across the pitch, ball in his possession, Chigiri Hyouma shadowing him like a predator ready to strike. On the far side, Nagi Seishirou lingers near the goalpost, waiting, ever the silent threat. Isagi and Kurona track him closely. While Agi zones out Kunigami and Chris Prince weaves in the background.

Reo gets cornered by Geisner and Yukimiya, but he’s quick on his feet. A step over, a feint, and he’s past them, sending the ball to Swift. Swift barely hesitates before passing to Nagi, who traps it effortlessly. 

Then you see it. A cyan streak racing toward the goal, as if it’s been anticipating this exact moment. 

Hiori.

Nagi fires off a 2-Stage Fake volley shot, the ball cutting right between Isagi and Ness. But Hiori’s there—anticipating, intercepting. His kick connects with the ball a fraction of a second before it reaches Gagamaru.

The crowd goes crazy. 

Hiori’s block keeps Manshine City from tying the score.

The camera lands on an unnerved Nagi, his expression neutral, save for the way he wipes the sweat off his face—a small tell of frustration. Then it shifts back to Hiori, engulfed in a bear hug from Gagamaru while Isagi jumps onto his back. A wide smile breaks across Hiori’s face.

That smile. That goddamn smile. That laughter you can still hear in your head, hearty and full.

It reminds you of the Hiori from that “date.” The one the fans loved. The one where the ship officially sailed.

People love the two of you together—the cute journalist and the rising Bastard München midfielder. A rom-com come to life.

You’ve replayed that video a dozen times when no one’s around. It’s silly, really, how much it made you smile. Everything about it—the matching outfits, the effortless chemistry—felt so natural.

Hiori could be a bit of a tease (you knew that all too well when you play games together), but outside of those sessions, you haven’t expected him to have this kind of effect. Especially on you. 

And the Bastard München marketing team really did a good job in editing the video. Everything was so perfect.

It wasn’t scripted, but it felt too perfect to be real.

And you just can’t believe it. 

“So… about that dinner.” His words still ring in your ears. 

For days, it was all anyone talked about—the love story of the season, unfolding before their eyes.

Ship of the year, Isagi had joked.

Or so you thought.

Because the date never happened. 

With the mid-season kicking off, Hiori was busier than ever. His schedule filled with training, matches, and media appearances. His face is everywhere—billboards, ads, social media feeds. Thanks to that video, his popularity skyrocketed.

And you? You watched it all unfold from the sidelines.

The viral hype surrounding your supposed “ship” cooled off as quickly as it had ignited. The whirlwind fantasy of “what could’ve been” faded into silence, replaced by the steady march of reality. 

Your reality. Back to your mundane, normal life.

You and Hiori still kept in touch—sporadic messages, occasional gaming nights here and there. But the texts grew shorter, the gaming nights even rarer. And eventually, your once-familiar encounters on the field, where work and personal lives blurred, became a distant memory. 

But both of you still promised to go out though. At least, you said you would. 

The details? As vague as it can be. 

And you don’t blame Hiori. He’s an athlete, a rising star with the world at his feet. And you’re…

You’re just another journalist.

A lucky journalist who happened to ride the Bastard München bandwagon at the right time. A lucky journalist, but still—a forgettable one nonetheless.

Hiori wasn’t ghosting you; you knew that much. No matter how short your conversations are, he always made an effort to check in, even if it was just a quick text. 

hiori_yo23: saw this cute 2B n 9S keychains, should we get matching ones?

yn_offthepage: ooh i want 9S if ever u do get a pair

hiori_yo23: coz he reminds ya of me? 

yn_offthepage: no coz u like 2B so much lol

But it didn’t change the fact that he felt unreachable.

It’s not helping that Hiori seems omnipresent everywhere you go. He was everywhere, just not where you could actually reach him.

I’m not his girlfriend. I shouldn’t be… acting like this. Complaining like I am one. God, pull it together.

Not a girlfriend. Maybe a friend. Not a workmate. Just… someone he sees occasionally because of work. Someone he plays with sometimes.

We were like planets in the same orbit, drawn close for a moment before drifting apart again. 

What are we, even?

The question pops into your head, but you shake it off. Immature, you think. You’re an adult. You shouldn’t even be bothered by this... situationship.

Or whatever this is. 

“Are you dating that football player?” your mom asked one night she called, her tone dripping with the kind of suspicion she reserved for jocks. Her disdain for “jocks” had roots in her own teenage experiences with their womanizing antics, and now, you were caught in her crosshairs.

“She could still date him and not get hitched, you know,” your dad interjected with the air of someone offering sage advice. “It’d be great for her career. Maybe she could ditch that journalism gig and do something worthwhile—like becoming a news anchor. Or, hey, one of those influencer girlfriends. Then dump him once you’re famous enough.”

Your dad’s pragmatism was somehow more insulting than your mom’s cynicism.

As if your worth was measured by clout. As if everything you’d worked for—the late nights, the endless rewrites, the constant grind—meant nothing unless you traded it for likes and followers.

And it wasn’t just your parents.

Even at work, the whispers about Hiori followed you like a shadow.

“You’re still writing about him?” a colleague asks, her tone more pointed than curious.

“He’s just like the others,” your entertainment writer deskmate whispers, her voice heavy with skepticism. “Calm, cool, collected? Please. That’s just PR. His real colors will show soon enough.”

Another adds, “It’s good you’re not focusing on him too much. Don’t want people thinking you’re biased, right?”

The senior sports columnist across from you popps his bubble gum loudly, leaning on your desk divider with the casual arrogance of someone who believed his opinion mattered most. 

Ugh, men. 

“You know you should really diversify your coverage. It’s better for your career. Otherwise, you’re gonna get typecasted as ‘that Bastard München journalist’.”

His words hits like a jab.

“I’m not ‘that Bastard München journalist,’” you mutters, fingers pounding the keyboard harder than necessary. “I’m just a journalist.”

He grins, ignoring your simmering frustration as he shoves his phone in your face. “Are you, though? Look.”

The screen blazed bright with comment after comment:

Bastard München fan journalist.

The lucky Bastard München groupie.

She’s not even trying to hide her bias.

Is she really using Hiori Yo to clout chase?

We’ve been fans of Hiori before her. We were here first, get in line!

Your heart sinks.

Was that how people saw me?

Your face burns as you turn your attention back to the screen, pretending to ignore him. The article you’re working on blur before your eyes, the once-familiar rhythm of writing now disrupted by a torrent of doubt.

Were they right?

Had I reduced myself to this?

Your mind scramble for rebuttals. 

I was doing my job, wasn’t I? Covering one of the most exciting teams in football. So what if I focused on Bastard München? They were newsworthy.

You press your fingers to your temples, willing the doubts to fade. But instead, they echo louder, eating you up.

And Hiori… Hiori isn't here to make it better. Not that you need him to feel better.

He’s out there, shining brighter than ever, while you sit here, questioning every choice that has led you to this moment.

A thunderous roar from the crowd snaps you out of your spiral, grounding you in the present. The energy of the stadium floods your senses as your gaze darts back to the field.

Hiori executes a perfect triple nutmeg pass, weaving through three Manshine City defenders and sending the ball cleanly to Ness. Chigiri immediately takes off, chasing Ness towards the goal. His relentless speed forces Ness into a corner, where Agi and Nishioka intercepts snatching possession and launching the ball hard toward Reo.

But Reo barely has time to react before Kurona swoops in, intercepting it with precision. The planetary hotline combo snaps into action as Kurona passes to Isagi, who then feeds it to Yukimiya. With laser focus, Yukimiya unleashes his gyro shot, a powerful arc that soars into the net, leaving the goalie to dust.

3–1.

The crowd erupts into cheers, the roar echoing through the stadium as the timer sits at the last 30 seconds. Hiori quickly runs the numbers in his head. Even if Manshine somehow manages to score again, they’d still lose. 

This game’s ours.

Still, he could feel the hunger burning in every player’s eyes—both Bastard München’s and Manshine City’s. These weren’t players who’d give up, no matter the odds.

Agi sets the ball for kickoff, his gaze cutting briefly to Nagi, their team’s last hope for a miracle. They’ll try for a Hail Mary hat trick, Hiori thinks, already bracing himself.

The whistle blows, and Agi launches the ball into a high, elegant arc. Nagi surges forward, his strides long and smooth. Chigiri was right on him, but Hiori follows close behind, his longer legs eating up the distance.

“Thirty seconds left, princess,” Hiori spats, pushing himself to match Chigiri’s blistering pace. The red-haired panther barely glances his way, jaw tight with determination.

“Beat it, genius,” Chigiri snaps, his voice laced with exhaustion and irritation. His movements are sharp but increasingly frantic.

The ball is still far from the goal—at least 40 meters out. With 15 seconds left, Nagi traps the ball with his chest casually, making it look effortless. In the same motion, he turns and strikes it with all his power.

The ball beams through the air toward the goal, but Gagamaru is ready. He leaps high, his frame cutting off the angle, and catches it cleanly.

The buzzer roars to life, and the crowd explodes in celebration. Bastard München has won.

As his teammates began celebrating, Hiori couldn’t help but think about you. 

Their number one fan. His number fan, he’d like to think. 

He jogs toward the bench, already imagining telling you about the game.

But before he could reach the dugout, reporters swarm the players, including him, microphones and cameras in every direction. 

He tries to scan the crowd, his height doing him no favors in the chaos. His eyes dart between Manshine City and Bastard München’s players, the reporters, and the fans. Isagi and Yukimiya are already being cornered. Some of them make their way to him and Ness. None of them are you.

Where are ya?

Surely, ya wouldn’t wanna miss this win from yer favorite team, right? Hiori thinks. 

But then, he sees you. 

From the corner of his eye, he sees you jogging from the other side of the field, your notebook in hand. Your hair is in a high ponytail, wearing a hoodie and your cute leggings you wore when he taught you how to dribble. 

Relief washes over him, and for a moment, everything else fades.

You’re smiling as you jog towards his direction. Or so he thought.

He was about to break off from the current crowd of reporters and players around him just to get to you. His mouth opens to call your name but the words get stuck in his throat.

A reporter is already speaking to him, their voice barely registering to him. Everything feels distant—muted, as though the stadium has gone silent. All he can see is you.

Then you run right past the Bastard München bench. 

Past him. 

Without even a glance in his direction.

Hiori freezes. 

You’re running towards Manshine City’s side. Jogging to their dugout. Towards Nagi Seishirou.

Fuck. 

“Hiori? Hiori?” The reporter asks, pulling him back to this moment.

He blinks, trying to focus, but his thoughts splinter and scatter as his gaze locks on you again. You’ve stopped in front of Nagi, and his face lights up just a bit with that sheepish grin he’s perfected. 

“Huh? Whatcha say?” Hiori mutters distractedly, his voice hollow.

The reporter raises an eyebrow but repeats the question patiently. “How does it feel to avenge your loss against Manshine City with such a strong win today?”

Hiori barely hears it. Or more like he chooses not to. His eyes flick back to you

You’re standing in front of Nagi, notebook in hand, your body language relaxed, your posture open. Nagi, in turn, leans forward towards you, towering over you like how he does. His casual confidence makes the scene look infuriatingly effortless. 

He seems comfortable, even amused by your questions, and the sight only made the knot in Hiori’s stomach tighten.

Then Nagi grins—wide, genuine—and you laugh.

Hiori can’t remember the last time he’s seen you laugh like that. Weeks, maybe?

It’s been weeks since he’s seen you in person.

Ness nudges him, shaking his shoulder lightly. “Hiori? You good?”

His gaze stays on you and Nagi. The way Nagi is leaning slightly closer, his posture hunched but relaxed, like he has all the time in the world. For you. 

Nagi’s no longer the tall lanky guy that he was when they were in Blue Lock. Just like him, he’s grown more mature, his body more toned, exuding way more confidence in ways Hiori can’t.

Is Manshine City yer new assignment now?

Hiori knows you’ve interviewed countless players. He’s seen you talk to Otoya once, for fuck’s sake—watched as you deftly shut him down when he tried flirting. He’s never thought twice about it before.

But this is different.

This is Nagi Seishirou. 

A player Hiori knows is brilliant. A genius, even. Someone who never wavers, someone who’s always striving for the top.

Someone better than him.

“Hiori’s a little out of it today,” Ness interjects smoothly, stepping in when the silence stretches too long. He gives the reporter an easy, apologetic smile. “Why don’t you talk to Kurona or Grim instead? They’ve got great insights about the game.”

Before the reporter can respond, Ness pulls Hiori aside, his hand firm on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong with you?” Ness asks under his breath, his tone a mixture of curiosity and concern. He notices him glancing towards the direction of the other team. 

Hiori doesn’t answer. He can’t. His mind is still spinning with the image of you and Nagi.

You hadn’t even looked at him. Or at least tried to look for him in the crowd.

Is this wishful thinking? Am I reading things wrong?

And then, a sharp ache surfaces, one that feels so familiar. He remembers his parents, the endless lectures about how playing midfield was a waste of his potential. How he should’ve been a forward—the star, the one who stands out. The usual constant comparisons.

Not enough. He’s never enough.

Fuck. Shouldn’t be thinking like this. M’not her boyfriend. 

Ness doesn’t press further, instead, he steers Hiori toward the edge of the crowd. But the bitter taste lingers, sharp and unrelenting.

Hiori’s never known what jealousy feels like.

But now he does.

And it tastes fucking awful.

You try not to think about Hiori as you interviewed Nagi. But it was nearly impossible to ignore him. 

He is just there. 

Just a few meters away on the same field, surrounded by teammates and reporters, his hair catching the light like a beacon pulling your gaze.

You told yourself you wouldn’t look. 

Not now. Focus. This isn’t the time.

But this is the only chance you’d have to see him, yet here you are, prioritizing work over what your heart wants. Typical. Your editor had assigned you to Manshine City for now, and that meant professionalism came first. Your feelings? Irrelevant.

Stupid dumb, stupid feelings.

Your hands tremble slightly as you adjust your notebook. No amount of distraction could dull the ache of not being able to walk up to him and just… you know, talk.

Pushing the thought down, you force a polite smile and direct your attention to Manshine City’s star forward, Nagi Seishirou.

“Great game today, and thanks for your time,” you say, your voice louder than usual to drown out the roar of the crowd. “That last kick—it might seem futile to some people, but it definitely wasn’t. Would you say it’s about making a statement, even in the face of a loss?”

Nagi scratches the back of his neck, his expression softening as if you’d touched on something he rarely thought about. “Well… yeah. I knew we were gonna lose, but the clock was still ticking. If I can make a goal, I’ll make a goal. 

“It’s cringe, if you think about it but yeah. But it doesn’t matter if it seems pointless.”, he adds. He leans in slightly, lowering his head so he could hear you better. 

His closeness catches you off guard, conscious of the distance. You step back instinctively, masking it by glancing at your notes. Cameras flash nearby, their shutters loud in the tense, post-game air.

“That makes sense,” you reply, keeping your tone even. “It’s not over till it’s over, right?”

He nods, but the slouch in his shoulders betrays his exhaustion. Maybe it wasn’t just you; maybe it was the weight of the loss pressing down on him. You’ve seen it before—players trying to put on a brave face for the cameras.

Still, a part of you wonders what Hiori might’ve said in Nagi’s place. 

Would he have shrugged it off, teasing you instead? Or would he have stared you down with that thoughtful gaze, saying something far deeper than you expected?

You push the thought away, burying it like all the way down.

Before you could ask another question, an arm drapes over Nagi’s shoulder, and Reo appears beside him, his easy grin on full blast. “Hey, aren’t you the journalist who interviewed Bastard München last time? The one who’s a Hiori fan?”

Your heart drops. For a moment, you feel your world stop. 

Heat surges to your cheeks as you force a tight-lipped smile. You hope the grass would swallow you whole, or at least that the cameras aren’t catching this.

“Uh… yeah,” you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Reo chuckles, his energy casual and teasing. “Well, lucky us, huh? Maybe you’ll be our lucky charm next time.”

You know it’s just a joke, but the words land like a punch in the gut. The implication lingers—like you aren’t here because of your professionalism but because of someone.

Before you could respond, Chigiri swoops in, cutting through the tension with a flick of his hand.

“Sorry about Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb here,” he gestures to Reo and Nagi. “This one”—he jabs a thumb at Reo—“doesn’t know when to shut up, and that one”—he points to Nagi—“doesn’t know he’s being rude to the nice journalist.”

You let out a nervous laugh, grateful for the interruption.

“It’s okay,” you close your notebook, a small considerate smile on your lips. “Interviews after a loss aren’t easy for anyone.”

“Hopefully, you’ll interview us when we win next time,” Reo quips, glancing at Nagi with a knowing smirk.

“You should watch our games more often,” Nagi adds, his voice softer now. Exhaustion? Frustration? You can’t say for sure.

 His eyes lingera on you just a little too long. “And… you’re better than the reporters I usually get. Just saying.”

The compliment catches you off guard, but you brush it off with a polite chuckle, waving goodbye as you step away.

You don’t let yourself look toward Bastard München’s side of the field, no matter how badly you want to. The urge claws at your chest, but you can’t risk it—not after what Reo had said, not with the cameras still flashing around you.

On the train ride home, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Setting down the book you’ve just started, you pull it out, expecting a message from your editor. Instead, it was a Winstagram notification.

Manshine City tagged you on a post.

The photo was candid, sharp: you mid-laugh, standing just a little too close to Nagi. His towering frame and relaxed posture made the interaction look… intimate. 

The caption reads: Look who finally came to see us! Long overdue interview @/thenagiseishirou @/yn_offthepage 🙌

The post is already gaining traction. At first, the comments were innocuous, even kind.

『so dedicated her articles are always spot-on cool seeing reporters getting along with players like this love her work can’t wait to read her take on the game.』

A faint smile creeps onto your face, and for a fleeting moment, relief trickles in. At least some people appreciate your effort. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad—

And then came the other comments.

『guess Bastard München wasnt enough for her another player groupie. classic. bet she’s just there for the photo ops she doesn’t even play. it’s always the pretty ones chasing players for attention not a real journalist she done cloutchasing using hiori? now nagi? 』

The knot in your stomach tightens. The tuna sandwich you had for dinner threatening to resurface as you stare at the screen. 

The initial warmth from the positive comments is now eclipsed by the sharp sting of the negativity. You knew this would happen eventually—it was part of the job. But knowing didn’t make it hurt any less.

You stare at your phone. The comments, their meaning cuts clear: doubt, mockery, misunderstanding.

Your chest feels heavy. You think of your workmates, your editor, your family. Would they see this? Would they believe it? 

Would Hiori?

Hiori.

Your heart sinks even further. The thought of him seeing the post—seeing you laughing with Nagi like that, with comments painting you as some shallow opportunist—makes your hands tremble.

You want to explain, to set the record straight. This isn’t what it looked like. You’re doing your job. But even if you had the words, who would listen?

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

The train rattles along, the hum of the engine filling the silence in your head as you stare at the screen. You’re no longer scrolling but the pain only gets stronger the longer you stare at it blankly. Tears are already threatening to spill but you’re too prideful to cry at a train ride, even if it’s the last ride of the night.

Then your phone buzzes again.

hiori_yo23: Didn’t know you were a Manshine City fan now.

You freeze.

The words stabs deeper than any of the comments ever could. His chat devoid of the usual teasing tone. Or the cute emojis. Your grip tightens on the phone, your knuckles white as your world seems to tilt off balance.

He saw it. Of course, he has.

Your breath hitches, chest constricting as the sting of his words settled in.

You want to reply—to explain everything. That it's just an assignment. That Bastard Munchen is still number one in your heart. 

That you haven’t forgotten about him, not for a second. That even as you stood on the field, the only person you could think about was him.

But you don’t. You can’t.

Because what do you even say to him? Who are you to him?

The journalist he’s polite to during interviews? A fleeting acquaintance he plays games with?

Hot tears spill out, sliding down your cheeks as the city blurs past the train window. You don’t bother wiping them away.

You don’t have the right to expect anything more.

And the worst part?

You couldn’t even blame him for misunderstanding. Not when you don’t even know if you mean anything to him at all.

amari's notes: this took me a while to write. the ideas i had werent that solid enough so it was a struggle. i think a little misunderstanding would stir the pot. i tried reading it out loud alone and i felt so sad ngl anw, if you’re up for it, I’d love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to leave a reply or drop an ask. Hope you all enjoy this chapter! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[sigmasemen]

YOUR BEAUTY IS SIMPLE.

chigiri hyoma x reader tags: fluff, gossiping, girl talk, cutesy relationships, flustered reader, established relationship, short.

taglist: n/a currently.

characters: chigiri hyoma, hyoma’s sister, reader, (non romantic) mentions of isagi yoichi, chris prince, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, rensuke kunigami, meguru bachira.

word count: 625

extra: FINAL REPOST FROM A TWITTER THREAD. technically i’m also gonna make a kaiser one but that isn’t posted yet!! wish this was longer but im lazy + i get to post the rest of my fics soon since i’ll have enough backlogged !!

many people assume that when you started dating chigiri, he would automatically care for your skincare and routine constantly. everyone assumed he would be making sure you’re taken care of always.

it was… partially true.

sure, he did care about taking care of you. he’d comb his fingers through your hair slowly before you two fell asleep. he would brush your hair and help you out of bed in the mornings you weren’t feeling the best.

it wasn’t as major as people made it out to be. it wasn’t constant. he did it when you two were both open.

what was becoming a constant was his big sister doing your nails every weekend. you’d come over an hour early for chigiri, then get stopped by her when she saw you walk in. 

the conversations ranged from your day, to a childhood memory, to her skin care routine, it just mattered on how you two were feeling. but on this day, the conversation had trailed off into chigiri.

since he had been away from his sister for a while because of soccer, you were there to give her all the updates.

“oh! and he made friends with this guy named yoichi isagi.”

“oh… the black haired undercut? i see why! he’s so, so sweet, isn’t he?” her shrill voice made you briefly stiffen.

“he’s very sweet! they get along well, along with reo, nagi, bachira, kunigami, the… british coach guy? hyoma has had an easier time making friends with people.”

“maybe manipulating teenagers into thinking they have to only care about themselves makes them clingy towards people with very similar experiences?”

it seemed about right… “why are you thinking about it like that?”

“i’m just happy my brother doesn’t only have some freaky guys talking about ego in his ear… that facility annoyed me,” she brushed her fingers against your collarbone, “besides, he’s always talking about you.”

you knew she saw your little twitch as her lips curved into a smile, “mhm, always. it’s like all he thinks about is you!”

you didn’t care, you don’t care, it doesn’t matter, it isn’t important, why would it matter? “what does he say?” fuck.

“oh… y’know,” she was dragging this out, “he mentioned that he wanted to take you on a date this friday. like a little surprise. he had a rose and everything on order…”

“oh! yeah… cool.” 

…

it was impossible to remain casual. “what else?”

the words of his sister continued to fuel your ego more and more. it shouldn’t have made your heart feel this warm for your cold-hearted princess of a boyfriend to be secretly saying this cute stuff about you, but it did. it made you want to burst out into tears and run into his arms.

the entire time she spoke, your leg bounced as a tick to show joy. your hands fooled around with each other as a mechanism to calm down. it wasn’t that these worked, but it was worth a shot.

“then he grabbed a bonsai plant, which he said he hated, and wanted to give you it because it reminded him of you! he carried it around the entire store and—”

the click of a lock shot both of your head straight to the door. chigiri. you swung your body to be facing the window instead of him. though you couldn’t see it, a light was pulled from his eyes briefly.

“hm. how are you two?”

you willingly ignored the conversation you had been having previously in a feeble attempt to suppress your feelings. you were just focused on calming that blush on your face. the stupid blush your boyfriend didn’t even know he caused… you hoped to give him the same sort of embarrassment one day.

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ inside this dream by carego ࿐ྂ

blue lock x gn!reader

characters: yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, rin itoshi, hyoma chigiri, rensuke kunigami, reo mikage, seishiro nagi

content: bllk characters and their nicknames (from reader or their own friends)

ari’s note: idk i feel like their names r so nickname-able yk😁 so here we are also i feel like nicknames r so precious and special!!!!

part 2

yoichi isagi:

— ichi

he loooves it. only you call him this, it’s a shortened name of ‘yoichi’ and he thinks it’s so cute and easy to say.

— isachi

combination of yoichi and isagi, bachira and you probably made this name together.

also kinda like a cutesy way to say “isagi”.

whenever you or bachira call him this you like to make it looong so isagi feels it’s sooo cute like “isachiiiiiiiiii!!!”

— my best striker

you often call him this when he’s feeling upset or down and you want to cheer him up!!

“even if you lost the game, you are still my best striker, ichi.” oh how his heart softens when he hears that.

—yocchan

his parents call him this! makes him feel like a child again so whenever you call him this he just wants to be babied he goes all soft when you call him “yocchan”.

meguru bachira:

— megu

a simple shortened version of ‘meguru’. he likes when you call him this playfully! it’s so domestic to him

— bee

it could be spelled as just ‘b’ for ‘bachira’ but it’s cuter with the ‘ee’ and make it ‘bee’ so he loves it. you came up with this due to his black and yellow coloured hair!

— beechira

he thinks it’s so silly. he has come to believe he is a bee.

— bumblebee

just like the transformer. he does see that they have similar personalities. curious, friendly, outgoing and silly. he likes this but not a lot of people call him this. he’s happy either way!!! so it’s ok!

— baechira

he thinks it’s funny!! but it also makes him happy when you came up with this name for him since it shows that he is your bae

rin itoshi:

— rinnie

he isn’t sure how he feels about this but you and his friends like to playfully call him this. he does think it’s cute and he especially likes it when you use it to ask him for a favour

“rinnie, please!” he melts.

it’s different when like shidou says it or something though.

“rinnie! i love you!” “shut up”.

— rinrin

cutesey wootsy silly rinrin. sometimes he likes it when you just add more and more ‘rin’ to this.

you often say this when you’re in a rush, y’know? like you’re watching a scary movie and you want to hide in his chest you go, “rinrinrinrinrinrin”.

or when you’re excited to tell/show him something and you just keep repeating his name until he hears you.

— the rin(g)

man. aryu and bachira probably teased him with this just for laughs. with tokimitsu asking them to stop making fun of people’s names but rin doesn’t say anything because he did find it a little funny.

it adds to his scary aura and demeanour. with his bangs that cover his eyes he does look like the ghost from the ring

hyoma chigiri:

— hyo/hyoma

simple and easy. he likes it. it sounds airy to him, just ‘hyo’. you call him this on a daily basis.

“hyo, can you get me some milk? “hyo, let’s watch a movie.” “i love you, hyo.” “are you done doing your hair, hyo?” man, he loves it so much.

— chi

taken from ‘chigiri’ he thinks it’s cute. his teammates call him this sometimes if “chigiri” is too long to say.

— princess

he’s neutral about this. there’s no denying that he does have feminine traits like long silky hair but he has nothing against it.

in fact, he absolutely adores when you call him princess. like when you’re teasing him with, “okay, princess.” he smiles to himself a little and avoids eye contact because he’s so shy.

— onigiri

he likes when you play around with his name, it’s entertaining and you always come up with the cutest names. this is his contact name in your phone.

rensuke kunigami:

— kuni

you call him this more than his first name ‘rensuke’. he has nothing against it though. he loves it just as much as you do. he feels like it’s such a cute name that contrasts his big muscular self.

his teammates want to call him this but he gives no reaction when they call him ‘kuni’. he really only likes it when it comes from you.

— gummy

taken from ‘kunigami’. gummy sounds so cute. you call him this when you spoil him with love and affection, “i love my silly gummy”.

— ren/rensuke

his family calls him this like his mom and dad. makes him feel small and protected.

‘ren’ is also easy to say and remember.

— musclehead

well there’s no denying that he is a gym freak and loves to workout. so he doesn’t say anything.

his friends call him this when they’re joking around so he’s fine with it.

reo mikage:

— reo

everyone calls him ‘reo’ more than ‘mikage’. you call him this on a daily basis because it’s short and sweet.

this is his favourite name.

— mika

taken from ‘mikage’. he feels like it makes a big contrast. ‘mikage’ sounds manly, but ‘mika’ feels more soft and friendly. he looooves when you call him mika even though it’s mostly a feminine name.

— oreo

you call him this when you really want something from him like his attention. he loves it when you drag the name too, “oreoooooo,”

makes him feel like a kid with these silly names.

sometimes you enunciate the ‘o’ and make it, “oh-reo” “oh, reo” “oreo”.

seishiro nagi:

— sei

he likes it! he doesn’t mind what anyone calls him, actually. it’s too much of a bother to care. but when you call him this, he smiles a little.

— shiro

also part of his first name. he finds it funny how his first name can be split into two and still have both be suitable names.

— choki’s dad

his heart swells with pride when you call him this. he’ll even tease you back by saying, “if i’m choki’s dad then y/n is choki’s mom/dad too.”

— nagi seishiro

he knows he’s in trouble when you call his full name. it scares him. his eyes widen a little and he prepares himself for what he did or did not do.

“oh crap, did i leave my socks around the house again? did i forget to lock the front door?”

end.

[venusinx]

ode to a conversation stuck in your throat

itoshi rin x reader

chapter VIII: smoothe as fuck

cw: cursing, alcohol drinking, touchiness (?), jealousy (?)

chapter VII > series masterlist > chapter IX

"i can't believe you got us an entire limo," you said, shaking your head in disbelief, "and you didn't even offer the rest of the guys a ride." reo shrugged, his arm resting casually over seishiro's shoulders. "they didn't ask," was all he said. you and rensuke laughed as the limo played a popular song lightly in the background.

"well," rensuke started, "there's sake here. should we pregame?"

"yes," you said immediately.

"no," sei said right after.

reo pouted at his boyfriend. "sei, please." reo made puppy dog eyes. "you never drink with us."

seishiro rolled his eyes. "because you three always get ridiculously drunk and i have to take care of you. it's such a hassle."

reo looked a little crestfallen, so you said, "i promise we won't drink that much this time sei, just have some fun with us. please?"

seishiro rolled his eyes as if he didn't believe you, but shrugged. "okay, but if i'm drunk, i'm not taking care of any of you shits."

you and kunigami cheered, and reo placed a big kiss on sei's cheek, which sei wiped off jokingly.

reo called for the driver to turn the music up, and the four of you drank sake the whole way to the club.

when you all arrived, everyone else was already waiting for you. you peered out the window. rin was making his way to the car door, eyes glued on your window, though you were certain the windows were too tinted for him to see you. he opened the door and his eyes met yours. "yn," he greeted.

you weren't sure if it was the alcohol or how good rin looked, but your cheeks felt immediately flushed. all black was undoubtedly a good look on him. "hey, rin," you managed. he held out a hand, and you took it, getting to your feet. you opened your mouth to say more before you realized everyone was staring at you two and dropped his hand.

"uh, thanks," you said, still blushing furiously. the tips of rin's ears were pink. "no problem," he replied calmly.

"yn!" a voice called your name. you turned to see yukimiya in a dark green button up, black slacks, and his usual glasses. "you look stunning," kenyu said, pulling you into a hug. you grinned. "thanks, kenyu. you don't look too bad yourself," you joked.

"i can see you and rin are still attached at the hip," he said with a chuckle before turning to rin, "how've you been, man?" rin didn't return yukimiya's smile and said shortly, "good."

you ignored the awkwardness and exchanged greetings with bachira, who hugged you enthusiastically, and yoichi and oliver, the latter of whom looked you up and down approvingly. "i hate to admit it," aiku said begrudgingly, "but mikage has good taste."

"thank you for that, oliver," reo said. you turned to find that everyone had exited the limo. the guys were doing the normal bro-handshake-hug greeting, as if they didn't see each other at practice barely over 12 hours ago, except for nagi, who stayed stubbornly under reo's arm.

"well," reo said, smiling mischievously, "it's party time."

the second they entered the building, your jaw was on the floor. the space was huge, a large dance floor taking up most of the first story, with a bar on both the first and second floors. there were strobe lights and fog machines, and the room was packed with people dressed equally as fancy as them. "holy shit," you said, "is this what it's like to be rich?"

reo laughed and shrugged. "can i be your trophy wife?" you deadpanned. sei scowled and shook his head, but reo just laughed again. "aw yn, you're already my sugar baby and side chick #1." sei rolled his eyes, begrudgingly throwing an arm over your shoulders, too. reo looked delighted. "and on that note, let's go take shots. we're celebrating, after all!"

the group migrated to the bar where reo treated them all to drinks, leaving the tab open for them to drink as they pleased. "to yn and her new job!" reo cheered.

yukimiya smiled, saying, "and she's already doing a great job, too. there's no one else i'd rather work with." you giggled, a little tipsy already from the sake on the ride here. "that's a lie, but i appreciate the sentiment nonetheless."

"it is not a lie!" kenyu insisted. they continued laughing and arguing as the rest of the group gradually split off.

"dude," oliver said to rin in a low voice, "the only time you've stopped staring at yn tonight has been to give yukimiya a fucking death glare. chill."

rin scoffed, looking away from yn and kenyu, "not true. stop talking."

aiku rolled his eyes. "whatever, man," he said, "we're supposed to be having a competition."

rin regarded him suspiciously. "the fuck are you talking about?" oliver huffed a laugh. "i'm gonna pull way more than you. i always do."

rin scoffed. "as if," he said dismissively, downing the rest of his drink as his eyes drifted back to yukimiya. kenyu had somehow moved even closer to you, his arm resting on the bar a hair's breadth away from yours. rin averted his eyes, but aiku saw where he was looking.

"why don't we go ask the whole group then?" oliver challenged, "who they think will pull more, i mean." rin shrugged. "sure."

the two of them made their way to the booth where reo and nagi sat on one side with isagi, bachira, and kunigami on the other. "yo," oliver started, "who do you guys think will pull more, my sexy ass or rin the fucking statue?"

"i vote for the statue," meguru said in a sing-song voice, "he's way more respectful than you." rin cracked a small smile. "that's true," oliver agreed, "yoichi?"

"it's not hard to be more respectful than oliver, but at least he has charm, versus rin's…" isagi trailed off, deciding to finish the sentence with, "blandness."

"fuck you, isagi," rin predictably said.

nagi shrugged. "i don't particularly care either way. it's too much of a hassle to think about, so i agree with whatever reo says."

reo considered the two contenders before saying, "i guess it comes down to preference. oliver is more the charismatic, outspoken, rogue-ish looking guy, and rin is the more tall-dark-handsome-broody strong and silent type. so it depends."

sei turned to reo accusingly. "why'd you have to spout out a whole ass analysis? you could've just answered the goddamn question. i already know you're gonna say aiku."

reo pulled sei in for a kiss. "you know me so well, and that's why i love you." he turned back to rin and oliver, who had looked away during their display of affection. "yes, sei and i vote oliver."

kunigami had his head down on the table and mumbled, "i feel sick already. too much sake in the limo. gonna vomit."

nagi sighed. "he does this every fucking time."

aiku and rin slipped away to make their way to the bar where you and kenyu were still chatting away. "yn, yukimiya." oliver slung his arm around your shoulders, well aware of the way rin tensed and kenyu's smile dropped. "we got a question for you," oliver continued. "between me and rin over here, who do you guys think could pull more?"

you giggled, nudging oliver's arm off your shoulder. "depends if they have good taste or not. if not, then i'm sure you'll get lucky tonight, aiku." rin choked on a laugh as aiku placed a hand on his chest dramatically. "you wound me, yn," he joked.

yukimiya chuckled and said, "i don't know you very well, oliver, but i'll take yn's word for it. besides, rin had an entire fan club in high school. i suspect it's only grown bigger since then."

"you'd suspect right," you said, taking another sizable sip of your drink, your eyes subconsciously trained on rin.

"well," oliver said, slapping rin's back, "time to go test these theories. we'll let you guys know the results at the end of the night." he threw a wink at you and dragged rin away, who sent you a look that screamed 'help me'.

over the course of the evening, you were joined at the bar by reo and seishiro to take shots, then by isagi and bachira, who dragged you to dance, and even by random men and women alike who approached you with offers to buy you a drink. you politely but firmly turned them all down.

"plot twist!" reo proclaimed to the group of them squeezed into the booth, "yn's pulled more than oliver and rin put together, i bet!"

isagi and meguru nodded in agreement, and kenyu said, "yeah, that's gotta be a record or something. not that it's surprising, anyone with eyes can tell you're easily the most beautiful person here."

the group was silent for a moment before bachira whistled. "damn, you've got game, kenyu-chan! can i call you kenyu-chan? that was smoothe as fuck!"

nagi and reo exchanged a look that you couldn't interpret with your hazy, alcohol-fuzzy brain. kunigami still had his head resting on the table, a glass of water in his hand.

"why don't we go dance?" isagi suggested, "and we can try to find dumbass 1 and 2 while we're at it. i haven't seen them since they started their stupid competition, and rensuke here can hold down the fort for us."

kunigami grumbled something incoherent as everyone left him, each person patting him on the head as they left.

the dance floor was packed, sweaty bodies pressed up against sweaty bodies. someone bumped into you and you stumbled, a mix of drunkenness and your high heels only making matters worse. before you could fall, a strong arm wrapped around her waist. "careful there, yn," yukimiya said, his face incredibly close to yours, "can't have your pretty self get hurt, now can we?"

he let go of you slowly, as if it was taking everything in him. "right," you said, your mind cloudy, "thanks, kenyu." he smiled softly before offering you a hand. "care to dance?"

yn glanced around, but reo and sei were dancing alone and isagi and bachira had already found women to flirt and dance with, so you shrugged. "may as well," you said with a grin.

you hadn't felt this light and carefree in ages, or this good about yourself, if you were being completely honest. you didn't think you'd ever had this many people come up to you to offer drinks and compliments.

you took kenyu's hand, gasping a little as he pulled you in close, his arms circling around you to rest respectfully on your lower back. you were surprised to find that the way your body was pressed against his was rather pleasant, as was the way he was looking down at you. intensely, as if he was trying to convey something with his eyes alone. you allowed your arms to loop around his neck and joked, "this feels rather unprofessional. you're my coworker, after all."

yukimiya threw his head back with a laugh, his cheeks flushed. it was cute, you thought. "you're right, i suppose," he agreed, pulling you even closer, "but i don't care."

he stared at you again, his eyes dipping down to your lips. he began leaning in, and your eyes were fluttering closed before you spotted something in your peripheral vision that made your stomach drop.

rin, sitting at a table, with an absolutely stunning woman draped over his lap, her hand trailing his chest and his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. she leaned in to whisper something in his ear that made him smile, a smile broader than any smile you had ever seen him give a stranger. your heart sank as the girl shifted, moving to kiss rin's neck. his eyes closed and he leaned his head back, allowing her to explore further down his throat.

you suddenly felt sick. you pushed away from yukimiya, mumbling some excuse about needing to throw up. you shoved your way through the crowd on the dance floor and out the front doors of the club for some air.

"oh god, oh god," you whispered to yourself. "fuck. fucking hell. what the fuck am i doing."

there was no way he didn't see you; the man had practically 180° vision he used in soccer. unless he was too caught up with that woman to even notice you-

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself, before slipping back inside, skillfully avoiding yukimiya, who you could see was searching for you near the restrooms. you hurried over to the booth and shook kunigami.

"come on rensuke, we're going home, okay?" he grumbled something you couldn't understand again as you grabbed his arm, pulling it over your shoulder to stumble outside.

miraculously, you were able to haul kunigami's excessively muscled body into a taxi, giving the driver the address to your apartment. you shot the group chat a quick text that you felt sick and were leaving with kunigami.

fuck.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," you whispered. kunigami groaned. "what's wrong? why'd we leave? where's everyone else? where's the limo?"

you sighed, adjusting to support him so he didn't hit his head on anything. "i- something happened, and i want to go home, is all." you sniffled a little, and rensuke seemed to sober up a bit.

"what? what happened, yn?"

you just shook your head. "i'll tell you about it in the morning, ren. i just wanna shower and sleep. you can crash at mine tonight, the sofa is a pull out bed."

kunigami still looked concerned, but he nodded. "okay, yn. whenever you wanna talk about it, i'm here to listen."

you smiled, wiping away a lone tear that had managed to escape. "thanks, kuni." you rested your head on his shoulder for the remainder of the drive home.

when you got to your apartment, kunigami immediately passed out on the couch, not even bothering to pull out the bed. you laughed lightly and moved a trash can to the side of the bed in case he needed to vomit, and put a water bottle and a bottle of tylenol on the floor next to it.

shrugging off your new ridiculously expensive dress and jewelry, you didn't even look at your phone before sitting in the shower a long, long time in an attempt to rinse off the feel of other people's sweat on your body.

every time you closed your eyes, you could only see rin's head thrown back, eyes closed, enjoying that woman's lips on his neck.

you shook your head roughly, trying to snap out of it as you dried off.

you finally picked up your phone that you'd thrown on the bathroom counter and froze.

you had a few texts from the group chat with reo and nagi, but what caught your attention were the texts from both kenyu and rin.

a/n: teehee i <3 drama even if it's the most predictable thing ever i live for it

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#So Cliché!

Sypnosis: Them as classic and overused Korean Drama cliches/cliche scenes <33

Warnings: Not proofread, this is my first time writing for Obey me characters so might be OOC(?) - I didn't choose to write for specific characters in mind because it's my first time

Featuring: Multitude of characters (Obey me, Blue lock, One Piece) x GN! reader

The silence both of you strangely found comfort in was interrupted when color burst brightly, contrasting the skies' midnight hues of black and deep blue. Using the night sky as its canvas, you find yourself entranced by the symphony of sparks and light before you, craning your neck upwards to follow the firework's path as it skyrockets into the air.

Releasing the bated breath you held in eager anticipation, your lips parted and praise gets stuck like a lump in your throat. Other fireworks pierced through the sky and followed suit, the night became a stage for the choreographed waltz of colors in the sky.

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth, leaving a toothy grin on your face. You're left enchanted, in awe, and before you know it, a compliment slipped past your lips.

"It really is pretty."

You can barely hear the sound of their voice in the ocean of crackling crescendos, but from that soft hum, it was safe to assume that you've reached a consensus with them - a rare moment when most of your conversations consist of exchanging retorts and the occasional play-fighting.

If you were any more situationally aware, maybe you would've noticed the slight shift in their stance - touching shoulders with you, how their hand grazed yours - fingers wanting to latch onto your skin and stick to it like glue.

Their eyes glanced up at the sky, a mix of emotions swirling in them. The fireworks were impressive, enough to captivate them, but they found themselves more drawn to something else much more stunning. Their gaze was sown to you - etching the curve of your nose, the reflection in your eye, the planes of your face into their memory.

"Yes. Really pretty."

Their words - or perhaps it was the sound of their voice - soothed you. Was it strange to be happy, to feel lucky that you could share such a breathtaking yet fleeting sight with them?

Warmth enveloped your hand and their fingers intertwined with yours. You couldn't take your eyes off of the fireworks, they couldn't take their eyes off of you.

SATAN, Belphegor, Solomon Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Hyoma Chigiri, Seishiro Nagi Roronoa Zoro, Shanks, Sabo, Portgas. D. Ace, Nico Robin Any of your faves!!

Chills slithered down your spine when a particularly strong gust of wind brushed past you. You feel goosebumps forming on your arm, which you rub back and forth for any friction to generate heat. Your body becomes rigid in the cold, muscles stiffening and tensing with every step you make.

You should have foreseen this - wearing something so revealing in this weather wasn't your brightest idea. Maybe you should end this date here, maybe you should call a taxi to get you home so you won't risk freezing to death and-

"Are you okay?" Your date's voice interrupts your train of thought and you feel your cheeks flush at the idea of them looking out for you - a warmth you desperately craved. Ignoring the butterflies tickling your stomach, you nod your head and force a smile on your face.

"All good." You reassure them just in case since the look they were giving you showed that they weren't convinced in the slightest. "It's just a little cold tonight." An understatement you try to convince him and yourself to be the truth.

Their eyebrows furrowed, adjusting the pace of their steps to match a speed you are comfortable at. "If you say so," is all they muttered in response as they plastered a slight smile on their face - a smile that only encouraged you to bear with the cold and see this date until the end.

You clasped your hands together at the sensation of your fingers going numb. It felt like your body had dropped several degrees.

With a hesitant glance and finally, a sigh, your date takes off his own jacket before draping it on your shoulders. They had a firm grip on your shoulders and - despite being separated by the fabric of his jacket - you could feel the warmth emanating from the palm of his hands.

You glance back at them with widened eyes.

"Next time, don't be afraid to ask for help. I'm here for you."

They said with a chuckle, a voice smooth like honey. Noticing your cheeks - now tinted a rosy color, they only grew more fond of that shy expression on your face.

"Thank you." You were able to murmur out, crossing your arms over your chest and holding the jacket in place over your body. You feel the numbness slowly subside and your senses return.

"You're welcome," They gently hold your hand in theirs, fingers caressing your knuckles before pulling your hand up to their lips. Giving you a momentary glance to make sure you're comfortable, they lock eye contact with you, waiting for your nod of approval before placing a delicate kiss on the back of your hand.

Lucifer, Barbatos, Simeon, Beelzebub Oliver Aiku, Reo Mikage, Yoichi Isagi, Rensuke Kunigami(?), Sae Itoshi Sanji Vinsmoke, Dracule Mihawk, Shanks, Sabo Any of your faves!!

"Where the hell is it?" You curse under your breath, scrambling around your hotel room for the umpteenth time. When multiple thorough searches through your apartment leave you disappointed and empty-handed, the reality of losing your favorite shoes begins to kick in.

You repeatedly attempt to retrace your steps and hope the migraine kicking in goes away as soon as it came - where did you last see those damn shoes?

"Yo,"

The sudden voice causes you to jump; the jittery state you were in signaled multiple blaring alarms in their head.

"What's up with you?"

"I lost my favorite pair of shoes. The last time I saw them was at the beach, in the afternoon. I wore my sandals back, so I probably left them at the beach."

Cue your dramatically loud sigh and frown - an expression they disliked seeing on you.

"...It's just shoes, you can always buy another pair!" It was a poor attempt at comfort, but you could see the effort. "It'll turn up eventually. We can search for it first thing tomorrow morning, yeah?"

You nod at the offer, shoulders dropping and muscles relaxing. Despite the tension slowly leaving your body, you noticed that they didn't relax one bit. No, quite the opposite, they seemed... determined?

"I'll go get some sleep, I spent the whole afternoon rummaging through this room, so I'm exhausted." You shrug it off, you didn't have the energy to question them. "You?"

They stay silent, lips sealed shut and pressed together in a firm line "...I'll go wander around for a little."

"Oh my gosh, where'd you find them?" Your eyes sparkle at the sight of your shoes still in one piece - ignoring how sandy they were.

They sniffle slightly, their nose stuffy - perhaps it was a morning thing? "It was outside of my hotel room, you forgot it there." Lying through their teeth, they offer you a wide grin and stuff their hands into their pockets.

They watch you face-palm yourself, chuckling softly at the sight. "Thanks a lot. I'm so happy to have these back." You're too relieved to notice the way their gaze softens at you.

It's a good thing they spent most of last night searching for your shoes. Their heart dropped in their chest when they saw you stressed. Maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all... they have another excuse to hang around you a little longer since you'll be nursing them back to health... right?

MAMMON, LEVIATHAN, Diavolo, Beelzebub, Belphegor (spoiled brat) Rin Itoshi, Meguru Bachira Roronoa Zoro, Sanji Vinsmoke, Trafalgar D. Water Law Any of your faves!!

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If your requests are opened, do you mind if you did hc's of Isagi, Sae, Rin, Kunigami, Chigiri and Meguru if they were fem! s/o's boyfriend. Plz and thank you sm :3

- 𝒚𝒖𝒖𝒋𝒊𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒃𝒃𝒚 ☆

❝ 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ! ❞ － 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘. 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐈. 𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈. 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐑. 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐇. 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐁. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

⇨⚠︎︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 !¡⚠︎︎⇦ fluff, small angst, fembluelock!boy, male!reader, black!reader

𝐀𝐍. omg i absolutely love this idea! This was really fun to write also so sorry for the late post someone else requested something before you but hope you enjoy!

I also decided to try something new 😊.

- 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈

✰| 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬

Having a hot boyfriend cough you came with so many consequences angering her. She knew how famous of a model you were expecting a lot of paparazzi and fans crowding you wherever you go but at this moment she felt like throwing a few punches or more. You and Isagi were out shopping for her celebration of a game she won the other day, deciding to spoil her for how good of a job she did..till. You guessed it. Fans started swarming you, honestly you should’ve gone along with the disguised idea Isagi said to do but you thought no one would be out today! I mean people got work don’t they?!

Apparently not.

The moment one fan asked for a picture, another one stopped and saw you, then another then another leading up to a crowd of people asking for autographs and pictures. You nervously looked back at Isagi who had a look that could kill glaring at the girls who kept touching you, she was getting jealous. You thought, you turned your head back towards the crowd of people, you sighed and signed and took pictures with fans for the last 30 minutes starting to get tired of it and you knew Isagi was too. Finally after a few more minutes or so security came to push everyone back telling them to leave, you sighed in relief that a guard finally came after forty fucking five minutes of dealing with fans and all the touching. Before you could say your thanks to the guard and go back to your girlfriend a fan girl grabbed a hold of your hand making you turn your attention to her, “May i help you with something?” You asked questioning her as she nodded her head with a blush, “Is it okay if I can get a quick picture?” She asked shyly, you took a quick look over to Isagi who was already looking at you before holding up a peace sign indicating to give you two minutes.

You see her roll her eyes with an obvious scoff looking away from you. You felt bad for making her wait for you for so long, you sadly sighed before facing back to the fan girl giving her a small smile, “One last picture shouldn’t hurt, yeah? Let’s do it.” You saw how a glint of excitement was in her eyes as she pulled out her phone to her camera, you leaned down towards her height smiling for the picture waiting for her to click the button…only to get surprised when she kissed your cheek. After the picture you looked at her shocked at what she did, before you could say something to her you felt a harsh tug on your hand dragging you away fast away from her. You stared down to see that Isagi was practically dog walking you out of the mall with an angry red face.

She was jealous. Her heavy steps and the muttering she was doing gave it away, when you two made it outside before she could get in the car you grabbed her by the hips turning her around to look at her face. She was extremely red due to anger, you softly sighed rubbing her hips as a comfort method, “Talk to me baby.” You said gazing into her blue eyes, Isagi only rolled her eyes looking away from you trying to get out of your hold, “Let go off me.” She said with a slight snarl but you shook your head, “Not until you talk to me.” You heard her huff to herself again trying to shove you off, you saw how she was trying to push you away but obviously couldn’t finding it cute of how she was trying to ignore you. You leaned down towards her height to whisper.. “Speak to me mama..” You said almost in a begging tone gripping your hold on her hips, you felt her tense in your arms after she heard that nickname leave your mouth. That one nickname that made her fold so hard, she whined before groaning, finally giving in, hiding her face in your chest, “I’m jealous, okay?..seeing all those girl touch you and putting their dirty lips on you—.” She said with a slight growl in her tone before sighing sadly.

You chuckled, staring down at her embarrassed form kissing the top of her head, “Look at me, ma.” You said lowly, she slowly brought up her head to look at you, “You’re the only one i want, mkay? I don’t care about any other girl except for you..and maybe (Celebrity crush).” You joked feeling her stare turn into a glare, “I’m kidding..but seriously i only want you, you’re mine okay? Trust me when I say this.” You mumbled hovering your lips over hers,

“I’m yours, I'm only yours.”

- 𝐒𝐀𝐄

✰| 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬

She was ignoring you. And you pretty sure know why that is.

She was jealous. It was written all over her face when that day happened. It all happened when you and her sister Rin were hanging out, it was just a little friend gathering with Isagi, Her, Meguru, Nagi and Reo. You even told Sae that you guys were gonna hang out  so you were slightly confused to why she was jealous and giving you the silent treatment, you were kinda getting over it at this point, the only real thinking you could think of to why she’s this upset is because you posted you and her together smiling in a picture with everyone else in the background doing goofy poses.

You were laid on the bed scrolling through your feed trying to distract yourself, but soon enough that got interrupted when your girlfriend who’s been ignoring you for the past three days walks in acting like you were there. She didn’t even give you a glance as she walked towards the closet supposedly to change into her nightgown, you clicked your tongue in annoyance as you watched her not even caring anymore, Sae slightly shivered at the feeling of your eyes on her watching as she changed into her nightgown feeling flustered, when she got changed she turned off the light in the closet making her way towards the door. You raised a brow, “Oh no you don’t.” You we’re quick to get out of the bed grabbing her wrist before she could even open the door pinning her to wall besides it glaring into her eyes having her trapped, “You’re starting to really piss me off you know that?” You slightly growled holding that glance with her, she looked at you with a glare of her own continuing to stay quiet.

You scoffed at getting no response deciding to play fire with fire, “Sae..don’t make me do something to you.” You said dangerously slow trailing your hand to her cheek to her jaw gripping it, “Talk to me.” You whispered waiting for a response, but she only stayed quiet biting back an obvious groan, again you scoffed getting no response. You let go of her jaw trailing it to the strap of her nightgown playing with the noodle strap, “You know..you look so cute in this. Isn’t this the one i bought you?” You questioned examining it, she looked away knowing you realized it was the one you bought her. Even though she was mad at you she still wore the stuff you for her, you hummed continuing to play with it before sliding it down her arm exposing her shoulder, you leaned down to leave tiny kisses along her skin hearing her breath hitch, “Talk to me baby..” You whispered along her shoulder starting to suck on it lightly.

Sae was struggling, she was biting back the obvious moans that wanted to escape feeling your warm mouth on her skin, she bawled her hands into fists trying to not give in but gosh..it was you. Just you enough was able to make her so shy..so she gave in after three days. Sae softly moaned feeling your mouth trail up to her neck smirking, “There’s those pretty moans,” You said cockily pulled back to stare into her eyes, “You gonna talk to me now?” Not wanting to say yes..she huffed nodding her head slowly, “Seeing you with my sister just made me upset..that’s all.” She said in her usual soft tone making your gaze soften, “Why's that?” You questioned trailing your hands to her thigh, she gulped. “Seeing how close you two were made me feel jealous,” She looked away embarrassed but soon gasped feeling you lift her up wrapping her legs around your waist walking towards the bed, setting her down on her backside hovering over her. “You know i’m yours right? I don’t want anyone else but you baby, me and Rin are friends nothing more.” You said reassuring her pecking her neck going down towards her chest, “I only what you..”

“And I'm gonna have you.”

RIN ITOSHI

✰| Comforting Her.

You have no idea what happened on the field but the way Rin was sitting there with a towel over her neck and glaring at the ground told you something bad happened.

You stood there in front of her as the locker rooms were now emptied out leaving just you and her in silence. You softly sighed to yourself walking towards her smaller frame, kneeling down to look into her eyes, “Baby what happened?” You asked in a soft tone as you watched her avoid eye contact with you staying quiet. You again sighed, “Rin at-least tell me you’re-“

“Shut up.” Her voice spoke out softly but angry as she still glared at the ground, you raised a brow at the harsh request. “Shut up?” You repeated with a confused but slightly irritated face, “Rin, listen i’m not here to argue okay? If you wanted me to be quiet you could’ve asked a little nicer. Second i’m trying to help you babe, i don’t like seeing you sad and i’m not able to help when you won’t tell me what happened.” You trailed your hand to her cheek turning her head to be faced too faced with you, you softly smiled caressing your thumb along her skin, “You’re not alone my love..just know i’m here to listen but if you don’t wanna ta-!” In a flash she darted into your arms hugging you tightly as those tears finally fell, your eyes softened wrapping your arms around her waist pulling her closer to you as you let her cry on your shoulder. You whispered nothing but sweet words into her ear as she continued to cry and sniffle.

You held her into your arms for a few more minutes, hearing her start to calm down a little. You softly smiled seeing her pick up her head looking into your eyes with those gorgeous teal eyes as you placed a hand on her cheek using your thumb to wipe away the remaining tears. “You ready to talk now?” You asked and she nodded her head. She told you everything that happened with Sae and Isagi, explaining how her sister acknowledged Isagi more than her own sister. You sat there with her in your arms on the floor as she explained what happened during the match, you listened closely as you rubbed her hips as a comfort matter hearing how upset she was.

When she got done with explaining you pulled her back into your arms hugging her tightly as you whispered, “You shouldn’t be mad at Isagi..she has nothing to do with this situation. This is a sister to sister matter, you don’t have to be upset at Isagi, for Sae try to not let it bother you so much, okay? Because in the near future she’ll open her eyes and see how she lost her little sister,” You comforted pulling back from the hug to look into her eyes, “You have others who care about you, Me..Isagi your teammates? You’re not alone Rin.”

“You’ll never be alone.”

- 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈

✰| 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐫.

Kunigami was always the first to wake up first. I mean- she is a morning person so are you really surprised? Nope. When Kunigami woke up from her night sleep she was met with warm sun beaming onto her skin and the comforter as your guys cat was laid on top of her stomach sleeping soundly. She softly smiled spotting the black and white cat bringing her hand to scratch behind her ears, Kitty woke up from the sudden touch meowing happily as she pressed her hand against Kuni’s hand. “Good morning to you too Kitty.” She smiled hearing Kitty purr against her hand, she soon picked her head back up to stare at the other parent you that was still in deep sleep. Kuni’s eyes trailed to your sleeping form with a grin, “We should wake up daddy huh?” She questioned Kitty who meowed getting off her stomach.

She got up from her side of the bed to crawl over to your side pulling the blankets off your body. She saw how your body shivered from the cold air hitting you but still sleeping soundlessly, she lifted one of her legs to go on the other side of you now straddling your waist as she looked down at you. Even when you’re sleeping you managed to look so perfect, Kuni giggled slightly at the thought leaning down to kiss along your jaw up to your lips, you twitched in your sleep as your eyebrows furrowed together feeling lips on your skin.

You slightly groaned, opening your eyes a little to be met with the burning sun in your face and body ontop of you. You went to speak but got interrupted when you felt her lips on yours, you hummed into the kiss moving your hands to be placed on her hips as you tilted your head to the side deepening it, Kunigami smiled in between the kiss before pulling away staring into your eyes, “Good morning.” She said brightly, you hummed tirelessly, “This is your way to waking me up in the mornings?” You asked with a raised brow as she nodded her head, “Yep!” She replies leaning down to peck your lips, you whined playfully as you rolled to the other side now being ontop of her hearing her squeal from the sudden movement, “Mhmm..but babyy i need my sleep.” You whined in between her neck as she rolled her eyes with a smile on her face, “You’re such a baby i swear.” You scoffed pinching her hip and in response she slapped your arm, “Ouch! You jackass!” You nibbles slightly on her neck before pulling back to look into her eyes, “But im your baby aren’t i?” You teased seeing her blush in return, you started to laugh at her reaction only for it to get cut off by her smashing your head with a pillow soon suffocating you with you.

“S-Shut up!”

- 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈

✰| 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬.

One thing about you is that you hated being jealous. It was such an ugly look on you that you absolutely despised it, but right now you couldn’t help but feel jealous from what you were seeing right now.

You glared at the black haired bastard as he had that stupid flirty grin on his face as he talked to Chigiri who was obviously oblivious of the whole situation. You were sat afar from them since she had a run in with some fans who spotted her and you not wanting to be in the way you went to sit down— but oh boy you were about to burst any minute now. You gripped your hands into a fist trying to not let the feeling get to you but you couldn’t fucking help it, Chigiri felt uneasy as she felt your glare being set on her and the guy. She gave you a quick side glance to spot you were already staring at her, making her slightly blush going back to the conversation with the guy.

The moment you saw the guy touch her waist was the moment you got up from your seat making your way towards them. For a minute the guy didn’t see you approach them till he felt a much bigger presence enter the air, you wrapped your arms around Chigiri’s waist feeling her flinch from the sudden feeling but relaxed knowing it was you as you placed your head on her shoulder looking at the guy, “Hey babe..who’s this?” You asked with a hint of venom in your tone as you glared at him, Chigiri tensed up a little knowing you were letting your jealousy get the best of you, “(Y/N)..” She whispered with a warning but you ignored it continuing to look at him, the guy stood there uncomfortably and slightly imitated by your much muscular and bigger presence. He gulped down that lump in his throat as he spoke “H-Hey i think i’m gonna go..” With that he walked away almost like he had his tail in between his legs.

You grinned in satisfaction moving your gaze to Chigiri who only sighed shaking her head a little, “Why do you always get jealous with every guy i talk to?” You shrugged turning her around to be faced to faced with you, “Maybe cause you’re hot..and a famous football player and every guy wants to be with you.” You rolled your eyes with a little huff, you knew you were acting like a child but i mean can you blame him? Everyday whenever you guys go out there’s guys keft and right tryna hit on her.

It was infuriating.

Chigiri sighed lowly wrapping her arms around your waist with her head laid on your chest, “(Y/N) i only want you..i don’t want them” She said spoke softly as she looked up to stare into your (E/C) orbs, “You don’t have to be jealous because i don’t want them, i’ll never leave you for them, you know this.” You groaned but sighed in response knowing she was right, you gripped tighter around her waist, “..i guess you’re right.” She grinned pulling back from the hug turning around to walk to the car

“I’m always right pretty boy”

- 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

✰| 𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 & 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩

Arguing with Meguru was such a fucking hassle.

The moment you both have an argument she gets childish and petty, giving you the silent treatment as well as sleeping on the couch away from you. It’s been three days and she still hasn’t talked to you, you were over it really you turned your head to read the clock that read 11:35pm, groaning to yourself you sat up in the empty bed rubbing a hand over your face. “So fuckinf stubborn.” You groaned once more getting out of bed making your way to the living room, you scoffed at how easy she was asleep without you! Rolling your eyes you walked towards her figure, slightly pulling up the covers, getting onto the couch cuddling her in your arms, not even caring if she’s still mad at you or not. Either way you still found a way to hold her close to you even after arguments because you didn’t care, as for her, she was wide awake.

She’s surprised you didn’t see her eyes open, Meguru was still mad at you for the argument that happened..but she does feel like she overreacted over the smallest thing but of course she was too childish and stubborn to apologize. So she cuddled into your chest closing her eyelids letting your warmth hit her. “I’m still mad at you, you know?” Her sleepy voices echoed as you shrugged your shoulders, “And?” She huffed in response, feeling you hold her closer to your body as you snuggled into her neck. She shivered, feeling your soft kisses on her skin, having a small blush on her face, “I hate how you make me feel like this..” Her voice spoke as you raised a brow, continuing to kiss her neck towards her shoulder with a hum, “Like what baby?” Your voice spoke in a whisper feeling her shiver against you.

“That!” She whined, turning around to finally meet your (E/C) orbs with her yellow ones. You smiled leaning in to give her a small peck on her lips, pulling back to cuddle in her neck rubbing your hands against her waist, “What you don’t like it?” You questioned and in an instant she shook her head, how could she? She practically loved this feeling you gave her, she liked the feeling of having butterflies in her stomach..it took her back when she first met you. “No i love it!,“ You chuckled at her instant response pulling back from her neck to look at her, “Mhm..well i think it’s time for us to go to bed. You got a game tomorrow, yeah?” She slowly nodded her head as she hid her small blush laying her head on your chest, “Yeah..” For a moment in silence, sleep was finally taking over. Meguru looked up to look at your face to see you were sleeping, she furrowed her eyebrows now feeling this sudden ping of regret. She felt bad for yelling at you and being petty about the whole situation..she wanted to apologize to you..but you were sleeping so maybe she should waist?

But she couldn’t. The feeling just wouldn’t stop, she bit her bottom lip. “(Y/N)?” She whispered and unexpectedly you answered her with a hum, she tended up to the fact you were still awake but soon brushed it off, “I’m..im sorry for what happens earlier. I didn’t mean to yell at you and say those mean things i was just upset of what happened and-“ You interrupted her by locking your lips with hers, she gasped at the sudden action but soon leaned more into your touch savioring your taste. After a few seconds or more you pulled away looking at her with a soft gaze, “It’s okay Meguru, we all have our moments..i’m not mad at you or anything.” You smiled kissing her forehead in reassurance, “Now please..for the love of God go to bed.” You joked, Meguru only rolled her eyes laying her head on your chest listening to your heart beat soon having sleepiness take over her.

You were gonna be the death of her and you knew it.