#ubers x reader

[hiddenlife-manager]

Oliver Aiku x Fem Reader

cw… I had a chubby reader in mind but I never clarified, cock in pussy, wall sex, hook up, quickie, they do not know each other, drunk, condom, orgasm, public sex, sloppy sex, etc…

notepad… Not gonna lie I was like let me write this in honor of his first ever animated appearance in the show! I have a Hermes story in the works and I have an Oscar Piatstri one but I am currently in midterm season so give me time pookies! (Also yes I’ve been gone college has been beating my ass)

“Fuck!” Your voice cried out. Your hands were scratching at his clothed back. What you were doing was disgusting—having sex in a public bathroom. It wasn’t supposed to end like this; you were supposed to get drunk and go home with your friends. But here you were letting a random soccer player fuck your pussy into oblivion. You knew that this would end in one quick orgasm and act as if this had never happened; you didn’t mind. After all, he promised you a fun time, and you took it up with very little hesitation.

“Hush down, baby.” He whispered into your ear while he placed his hands on your ass. He continued to grope the soft flesh of your ass, not caring that while he was doing so he was shoving his cock into your loud pussy. His pants were down to his knees, all rumpled up, his belt still on his pants but unbuckled. His hard cock out with his boxer still on, he moved his cock to the side, giving him room to fuck you. As for you, your dress was tightly on your body, and your panties were moved to the side, giving him the best access to the one thing he wanted, your pussy.

The bathroom was as hot as it could be, with no air conditioning and covered in spray paint. The room dimly lit with red lighting complimenting the dark red aesthetic of the entire club. For a bathroom covered in spray paint, it was clean to a certain extent. You would never allow your own body to fall onto the sticky floor, but the wall was clean enough to allow him to fuck you.

“So good, Aiku, don’t stop.” You tried to say in a whisper, wanting desperately not to get caught. Never in your life have you imagined letting a random stranger fuck you in a club bathroom, but here you were, and just like him, you were loving it. He loved those words leaving your mouth. He loved it so much. If there was one thing that could boost his ego, it was when a pretty girl like you begged him to continue fucking you. His black and green hair stuck to his skin easily. Your body was already so sweaty it was clear from him holding your body up; occasionally his hands would struggle to get a grip, but he always managed. He may be using you as a hole to fuck, but he would still treat you with some level of respect.

“As you wish, baby.” He grinned at you; his beautiful, two-toned eyes stared at you in the red-lit room. Your breast bounced with every thrust of his. He was getting tired of just thrusting into your sopping wet pussy. Your juices hitting the floor of the semi-clean bathroom and soaking his condom-covered cock. He stopped, and in a second he began to move your body up and down his cock. “That feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

“Mhm.” You mumbled as you felt your eyes roll. Your one arm gripped at his muscular neck and the other scratched at his clothed body. If you two were naked, you likely would have left lasting damage on his built body. His lips reached at your neck hungrily while his arms continued to move your body. His lips sucked at your skin; he loved quickies—the way he could just grab a random girl and fuck her to release his frustrations. It was an art, and he knew how to perfect it.

“Fuck so tight.” He complimented right under your ear. You clenched harder around his cock from hearing those words. He truly knew how to fuck a girl; he knew what to say, and you were no different. You were there for his pleasure and a side gift you would get to cum. It was a win-win situation. You get to be fucked properly, and he gets to cum. Your pussy pulsated with pleasure; each thrust followed with the sensation of being full. He was big, and it felt amazing; he knew how to work his cock. Fucking you until your pussy could not take any more of him.

Your moans were erotic, music to his ears. He loved it; it was all so sinful and wrong. Disgustingly wrong; no one should be getting fucked in a club bathroom, but here you two were, and there was no complaint from either of you. There was a heat that emanated from your two bodies; it wasn’t just from the heat of the bathroom; it was the heat of pleasure. His moans were low right under your ears, his mouth continuously working on your neck.

“Ah… ah- please make me cum! Aiku please!” You begged, and he could feel it the way your velvety walls clenched and pulsated faster and harder. Each time they clenched it, it made it harder to move you off his cock. His arms were gaining a workout from moving your body, and it was even more of a burn when your pussy kept him deep inside you, refusing to let him go. “Please… please-please-please!”

“So close aren’t you?” He knew he was being condescending, but he knew you would love it. He heard your moans and accepted it as his answer. He pressed your body against the wall more, squishing you against his body. “I need you to put your legs on the ground so I can fuck you, baby.” You nodded, and he slowly helped you put your legs down, and as your feet made contact with the ground, he thrust harsher and deeper. His arms were slammed against the wall beside your hands.

He ripped the precious moans of yours; it was pornographic the way you called out his name. You two did not care anymore about getting caught. He needed to cum, and you needed to cum with him. He finally felt his cock begin to twitch at the way your pussy sucked him in and knew that he was just as close as you. He began to thrust at the right pace, and there he felt your walls spasming. Your head slammed into his chest, and he groaned; his cock felt it all milking him. His cock came deep inside your pussy luckily, his condom kept it all inside.

“Ha…ha…” He breathed out his mouth, going onto the top of your forehead, and kissed it. He pulled out and placed a hand on your waist to keep you up. He reached with his free hand, pulling his condom off, and looked at your tired self. “How about I drive you home? Least I could do for this fuck.” He heard you laugh tiredly and nodded your head against his chest.

“I would appreciate it.”

“No problem.” His hand still held onto his condom, and his other still gripped at your figure. Maybe he would want to fuck you again if you were down for it.

[jezebelenabler]

Being drunk off your ass and checking your Uber app again, the phone screen giving you double vision. The black sedan that’s parked against the curb must be your ride. You bid your friends a goodbye hug and open the door, sliding into the back with a polite smile.

Your Uber driver makes no move to speak to you, just stares holes into your very being before pulling off and merging into the traffic on the street. Not being talkative is fine, but openly smoking a cigarette during the ride might be a reason to knock off a few stars.

“Hey,” you interject, leaning forward to tap his shoulder and being met with unyielding mass.

“You missed the exit,” you slur, inhibitions too far gone too panic. Too trusting. Too complacent.

He doesn’t even turn his blinker on, hanging a sharp right turn that presses your body against the passenger door and has you scrambling to sir up right. He laughs, the only thing breaking the silence in the car since he’s apparently a sociopath who drives with no music.

“I know my way home just fine,” he rumbles out, the bass in his voice settling deep in your gut.

Your phone buzzes against your thigh,

Uber: Hey where are you

Uber: I’m not waiting all night

Uber: Your driver has canceled the ride, we will connect you to another driver.

Your head snaps up to the man in the driver’s seat, panic rushing into your veins as he pulls into a driveway which is certainly not yours.

Simon doesn’t believe in fate, but who is he to look a gift horse in the mouth?

[jebunkle]

sleepy time with chrysos heirs heh, gn!reader, written before finishing 3.0 ahaaa

imagine aglaea sitting on her velvet sofa, threading her nimble fingers through your scalp, combing through your hair. her loving gaze is locked on your restful face, a look of pure admiration. she lifts one of her hands to slide over your cheek, circling the pad of her thumb over your soft skin.

as you slowly stir from her gentle caresses, she whispers a soft command to you. “my dear,” she looks into your barely opened eyes, “return to your slumber. i am right here.” her sultry voice flows through your ears, placing what seems to be a sleepy spell over you. your hand reaches up to graze aglaea's, her jade colored eyes soften at your tired touch.

think of the airy chuckle that phainon emits after accidentally waking you up for the third time. he can't help how ethereally peaceful you look while asleep, he can't help the way his hands automatically drift to cup your face, and he can't help how his stomach does flips by just looking at you. the early dawn shines through the curtains of you and phainon's abode, signaling that it was now morning and there was work to be completed;

despite this, phainon didn't have the heart to shake you awake. he knew that there were duties for both you and him to carry out, but isn't it so much nicer to lay at home with his sweetheart? “go back to sleep, love.”

mydei's typical intense gaze is abnormally gentle as he stares at you. the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest against his torso is practically a lullaby to him, yet he can't fall into slumber, due to the fact that he'd rather die again then pry his eyes from your tranquil form.

why can't he seem to rest normally when with you?

instead of his answer coming as he ponders, he hears the slightest mumble from you. mydei immediately glares at your face, searching for a hint of awakeness, but finds himself to be oddly relieved when he sums it up as sleep talking. hesitantly, he brings his hand to your back, massaging soft patterns into the skin. “what're you doing to me?” he mutters in a false annoyance.

thank u @/enchanthings-a & @/hyuneskkami for the dividers :p

if you enjoyed this, like/reblog so i know if i should make more!!! experimenting rn

[whirlybirbs]

please god give me "[ CLING ]: having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder" with astarion and gale.

┊ astarion ancunín + f!tav!reader┊ CLING

His voice is a near shriek — full of irritation.

"What is wrong with you, hm?!"

"Astarion, I am not in the mood—"

"Oh, well pardon me, my dear lady," comes the snarl of a snarked jest as he follows hot on your trail, "Had I known you weren't in the mood, I would simply have kept my mouth shut and let you die!"

"I had it handled!" you fire back, throwing your hands in the starry, night air and very much ignoring the inquisitive looks from the rest of camp. Astarion does not let up, in fact he jogs to follow more closely than before — right on your boot heels.

"He had a knife to your throat!"

"Wouldn't be the first time that's happened!"

"God, you are the most stubborn woman I have ever met—"

You finally reach your tent and slam your pack down on your makeshift vanity. Inside, the stolen wares rattle amongst pinched gold and silver. A few scrolls, a few potions; enough to get you and your rag-tag team through the next few days on the road.

You'd embarked into the town at sundown, with Astarion by your side, to pull a few old tricks. You're not a stranger to the silver-tongued methods of a thief. A few plucked lute strings, a few batted eyes. Usually, it's quick work. But, tonight you'd met a bit of resistance behind the town's tavern.

At the edge of camp, it's darker. The moon is hung half-full in the sky, and you gather your matches lighter to ignite your trusty lamp. However, the moment you move to flick the ignition, there's a hand on yours.

"Will you listen to me?"

"I told you," you huff haughtily, "I'm not in the mood, Astarion—"

Suddenly, he slaps the pack of matches from your hands.

It hits the ground a few feet away.

You look up at him, brow wrinkled in shock and confusion.

"...Rude..."

His face is set in a firm frown. And then, suddenly, he's pulling you into an embrace that is as unpracticed as it is rough. Your arms are cramped to your sides as the vampire presses his face hard into the crook of your shoulder. You can feel him huff, and then soften slightly.

Your attitude melts away.

"Don't do that again," comes a quiet, desperate utterance. You swear it will cling to your throat forever more; the sound of his true intentions, "As much as I hate to admit it, you've grown on me."

Your eyes slip shut. "...I'm sorry."

He scoffs. His nose, cold and delicate, brushes the skin of your throat.

Astarion can feel the thrum of life beneath your skin there; a familiar feeling. His heart pangs in want. He knows your scent best — comforting. Home. Even if you aren't entirely aware of it.

...But, he'll keep that to himself for now.

And maybe forever.

┊ gale dekarios + tav!reader ┊ CLING

It's a long trek back to camp — and by morning, you've never been happier to smell the last embers of a fire that's burnt noon and night.

Morning rays, fresh from the dawn, spill over the horizon as you meander into the camp. There's dew on your boots and blood in your hair. The gash along your side has long since coagulated into a sticky, cold mess; your leathers are drenched in all sorts of gore. Not all your own. Most belonging to the three Gnolls who had attempted to take you along with your hunted prey for the camp's dinner.

You lost the boar, your favorite bow, and a good amount of pride in the scuffle.

The moment you cross the threshold of camp, you can taste the tang of magic in the air.

You know, immediately, that it's Gale.

Perhaps it's your own awareness of the Weave, or a particular tenderness for the Wizard himself, but you feel him before you see him.

And then, it's a crushing embrace.

His toiling is long forgotten the moment he lays eyes on you, in all your brutality, and he can't help but surge forward with enough momentum to nearly knock you both breathless.

"Where the hell have you been? Avernus?" he mutters, one hand moving to gently cradle the back of your head. His palm is warm, radiating already with a healing magic that alights the air with the smell of lavender.

"Met a bit of trouble fetching us dinner—"

"Karlach will have your head," Gale says, leaning back to eye you up and down as a warm sweep of light graces your edges. You feel it, like a touch white-hot against bare skin. Intimate. Caring. Different entirely from Shadowheart's healing entirely, "She has been out all night searching for you — Astarion, too."

"I'm fine," you mutter — pointedly keeping the fact you had been chased up a tree by the aforementioned Gnolls to yourself — hands falling to his waist, "And I'm ruining your robes."

"Hush."

The magic pulses hotly, and you slip your eyes shut at the intrusion. His sternness comes robed in warmth. A safe sort of thing.

Gale pulls away only long enough to plant a kiss on your brow.

AS ALWAYS: prompts are here, the ask box is here.

[claralance]

Thinking about...

Ubers finding out about Barou's crush.

Now, there's Barou who has a crush on you but he himself denies it.

He acts all nonchalant and rude like he doesn't give a damn about relationships, claiming that it'd be a hassle and a mere distraction on his way to the top.

Then he saw Aiku and Sendou trying to flirt with you after one of their games, and he looked visibly irritated. Like, he'd try to act like he isn't, but it shows, and literally everyone could see that. He looks scary as hell, even a blind man can feel that.

He'll make training hell for the whole team that day (Sendou was confused as hell why Barou keep shooting at him like he was aiming to break his skull).

Aiku, of course, notices first and immediately realizes the problem.

He teases Barou relentlessly.

Barou denies it, of course, he'll deny it till the day he die. A crush? On you? Ridiculous. But all his actions around you say otherwise, his attitude when another guy (poor Sendou) approached you say otherwise.

Then everyone starts seeing it too.

They all jump on the bandwagon to tease Barou. Every time you see him from that point on his ears are always red and he looks like he was two seconds away from strangling his teammates.

I believe that Aiku definitely tries to give him dating advice and he actually listens and takes notes while acting like he was annoyed.

Also think that if Snuffy ever knows, he'll try to give Barou 'the talk' at some point after a practice. (Ubers dad! Snuffy superiority)

Cue a flustered as hell Barou screaming at everyone in the Italy building. He swears to kill them all if they ever blurt this out with the other Blue Lockers (they'll do it anyway).

I love Ubers sm!!!!

[aninipanin1]

Haiti I love that your writing for the masters omg (no one write for them)

Anyways I was wondering if you can write about master hanging out with manager yn! Outta blue lock, like they get weekends off and she gets taken on date

^_^ thank you

DATE WITH WHO?!

Notes: Soo I chose Snuffy with this one, mainly just a random pick. Since I already made a post with Lavinho, it's Snuffy's turn. The others would have their time to shine, don't worry! Its also one of my most favourite piece I ever wrote on this blog, legit squealing at some parts lol. Also, the arts and other places in here may not be accurate since I don't live in Japan nor am I Japanese, so just a small warning. Hope you enjoy!

"You're going on a date with who?!" Anri said, slamming her palms on the desk of the table, her eyes wild and wide as if the news was something to be panicked over. You tilted your head at the reaction.

"With Snuffy-san, but I don't really consider it a date. It's just a hangout since he said he saw a museum in Kamakura and wanted to sightsee, so I'll take him there!"

Anri nodded and sat down before sending a haphazard look towards Ego, whose glasses fogged the look in his eyes. He doesn't look too happy, and who would be? That guy managed to score a date with you even if you two hadn't known each other for more than a few months, yet he has known you ever since the beginning of Blue Lock.

But, the bright smile on your face managed to win him over as he sighed. He knew you were a huge enthusiast of the arts and science, so going to a museum is probably something you would really like, especially since its a once in a lifetime for the JFU to give you two days of rest.

"Go on, the bus provided to you is arriving in a few minutes." With that, he turned his chair again to face the screen, acting unbothered. You bowed to both him and Anri and scurried away.

Anri raised an eyebrow at Ego and sighed.

'His stubbornness is not helping his case at all...'

"Snuffy-san! Good morning!"

You greeted the man who awaited you in the train station. It was your first time seeing him wear something casual, with a simple button-up shirt and slacks, his usual headband on his head, but in a simpler color. You felt like you overdressed, as you look down on your own outfit.

Instead, he just gave you a warm smile.

"Good morning, Y/n. I assume you're ready for today?"

"Yup! I'm as ready as I can ever be!"

He chuckled lowly at your enthusiasm, he was more than satisfied that his questioning of the Blue Lockers under his wing about your interests and likes led to this. Niko, being one of the closest players to you, mentioned your love for arts and science, even telling him how you have been wanting to visit a certain museum in Kamakura for a while now.

And so, he made sure that he got to ask you first thing in the morning when he heard you will be having a few days of break just so he take you there. He extended his hand to you, making sure to be subtle yet romantic as possible to set a tone that you won't feel awkward at all.

"Shall we go, mi'lady?"

You let out a laugh at his actions and words, happily taking his hand that was hilariously larger than yours. And with that, the day begun with a huge promise between the two of you.

The museum did not have many people, and it was a weekday, so both of you did not experience much hassle with the registration and the tour around the museum. Your mouth was hung in awe. The colors and shapes the museum offered felt so beautiful in your eyes. Your brain was hungry for information about each piece, wondering what the history and significance behind it was.

Walking up to one of the canvases that had an ethereal painting of a man and woman in the traditional Ukiyo-e artstyle, the colors and uniqueness popping in the woodblock. It felt ethereal yet a little melancholic, like there was a deep love stoeu that brewed between the two muses in the painting. Turning to Snuffy, who also looked at the painting from beside you and asked a question mindlessly.

"Snuffy-san, do you think they ended up together? I hope they did..."

The man could not help but let out a small laugh at the wistful expression in your face, finding it adorable that you felt such deep emotions with a painting.

"Hmm, we don't know. There isn't a description either if the people in the painting were really true people once. I guess its up to our imaginations now, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I agree..! Then I imagine that they did end up together, and well got married and whatever legacy they left behind as a couple!"

Snuffy smiled at that. Ah, how optimistic of you. For someone who can be pragmatic at times, you are quite the hopeless romantic. This trip was really useful in him getting to know you, huh?

With this knowledge, he knows how he'll start to slowly win you over. Extending his hand to hold your wrist gently, he gave you a comforting yet charming smile, one that would make any girl sheepish.

"Lets look at another artwork, shall we?"

"U-uh...sure!" You were definitely taken aback by his touchiness, but since he was so polite with it at the same time, you could not help but get a bit shy.

The museum had a lot to offer, having 3 floors filled with different works of art and inventions with interesting meanings behind it. You both shuffled closer at a seemingly new exhibit with a worker explaining the background of the large artpiece that was painted on a large wooden canvas.

"This is called the "Art of Two Hearts" by an unknown artist in the year 1786. The many colours depict the wonders of the emotion of love, specifically, one that is new. The blue represents the trust and peacefulness you feel with the other, the red represents passion and love, the yellow represents the dreams and hopes, and finally, this pink thread represents the two hearts connecting, pulling itself towards the other, hoping that the other responds the same. It masterfully depicted the feeling of realization, when you look at that person and in your mind you say: "Yes, he or she is the one."

Everyone was focused on the words of the lady, curiousity in their eyes as they looked back at the large canvas. Sure, it was hard to understand at first since it was an abstract art, but when explained, the colours and cloud like texture of the paint made so much sense, especially to those who have experience the feeling, that is love.

And Snuffy himself believed that maybe, just maybe, he is currently experiencing it too. The cloudy feeling of butterflies in your stomach and chest, the colourful view of the world, the feeling of trust in someone because she has proven to him that she was a person filled with nothing but kindness to him and everyone else. The feeling of love and passion that he never felt for anyone else in his life, at least, not in this way. The feeling of hope that maybe, just maybe he had a chance, that even is hes not the best in the world, and like all the other men who wanted you, you would still turn your attention to him.

The pull of his heart from yours like a string, trying its best to combine with yours, that your heart hopefully does not resist the pull and find another string and instead run to where his heart is-

Shit. He's screwed, isn't he?

"You didn't have to take me here too, Snuffy-san."

You said, feeling a little embarrassed as you looked at the man who sat infront of you, the two of you waiting for your orders.

After scouring the museum and noticing that it was lunchtime, he insisted on taking you to eat before dropping you back to your house. The said man gave you a smile, his chin on his hands that was propped up on the table.

"I wanted to, Y/n. Don't be embarrassed or shy, I asked you to accompany me to this museum, so it's the least I can do."

"Oh no, its nothing! I really enjoyed it today, very much so, Snuffy-san! If I were to be honest, I was so surprised you wanted to go to this specific museum because I have always wanted to go here, so accompanying you was like killing two birds with one stone!"

'I know about that already..'

"Really? Then I'm happier that it ended up that way. Hmmm..."

He looked at you, like he was currently thinking about something before finally opening his mouth.

"May I ask, if youre comfortable with speaking English?"

You blinked at the question. It was not bad, but it was a little surprising and confusing as to why he would ask all of a sudden, but you nodded anyways.

"Yup, I'm fine with conversational English. Why do you ask, Snuffy-san?"

"Then will it be fine, if we take our earpieces off? I want to hear your real voice when talking to you just for today, instead of this artificial copy of your voice."

Snuffy did not really like the fakeness of the voice. Sure, it sounded like your real voice, but it was still a bit robotic. The emotions and line delivery were too perfect, hence the problem. He wanted your real and raw voice. With all the emotions, imperfections, and thoughts. Not the polished and fake saccharine tone of the earpiece that got rid of the real sweetness in your tone and pronounciation.

So, a compromising language such as English will do for him. And luckily for him, you do not seem to mind, atleast from the look of the genuine smile on your face.

"Of course! I don't mind let me just-"

You pulled out the case from your pockets, and just as you were about to plug out the earpiece yourself, Snuffy did it for you. Leaning himself further to your figure across the table, he tucked your hair behind both of your ears before plugging out the earpieces from your ears and placing them back to the case that your frozen hand held up.

Your cheeks immediately warmed like it was set on fire, eyes wide like saucers, never having been that close, nor did a man ever do that to you before, you were definitely more than shocked. You felt like the female lead of some sort of romance novel or a shoujo manga, like for that moment the world slowed down.

It was not that you had any romantic interest towards Snuffy. You had great respect for him as a coworker and a great football player, but he did not exactly make his case easier, being an attractive man. That's the part where you can not even lie. Hell, he had a lot of fangirls, and that must mean something.

But, you shook your head. He was just being a gentleman. That was it. And with that thinking, you managed to move on with what he did. The flustered fire on your nerves dimmed down, finally managing to calm down.

Before you can acquire what just happened, the waiter arrived with the tray of food in his hands.

Unbeknownst to you, however, that Snuffy was as flustered at what he did, but he hid it behind his usual calm and gentle appearance.

He had been with many women, yes. But, none of his relationships ever had this type of build-up and romance. One, so innocent yet so genuine, with nothing like lust, money, or fame attached to it. Just pure romance. And he was so flustered with this feeling.

Admittedly, he felt a bit embarrassed that he was feeling this way. But, he wondered, should he blame this to him for not being experienced about this kind of love before. Or did this feeling just feel this jittery and exciting? Is this why teenagers would act the way they did with their crushes, because they felt this innocent type of admiration and love for someone? Not because there were things attached to the word love?

Damn, he really is in trouble, isn't he? He was here for football, not for romance. Yet, he found that here, in the most unlikely place he thought he would find it.

ADDITIONAL TIME!

UBERS

"Good for him. Our coach is the one with the most balls to ask Y/n-san out." Barou commented as he looked at Niko's phone, reading the comments as well.

"Yeah, but I can't get rid of the picture of Chris Prince, Lavinho and hell maybe even Noel Noa crashing out just because of this." Niko said laughing at the thought of the reactions of the other coaches at the fact that Snuffy was the first one to ask you out on a date.

"I would laugh, glamourously, of course." Aryu said as he dried his hair. Meanwhile, Oliver, who was beside him, was just laughing at the many comments under the post. Especially, those that thought this was a soft launch of you and their master's supposed "relationship."

"Nah, thinking about the other coaches being jealous at this fact makes me a little satisfied." Oliver said smugly as if he was the one who accomplished something, which Niko and Barou of course commented about snarkily.

MANSHINE CITY

"Why is he so loud?" Nagi grumbled, awakening from his nap as he looked at a very angry Chris Prince being calmed by Reo, sleepily.

"Its cause Snuffy-san from Ubers posted a picture of Y/n-san after a supposed date." Chigiri laughed as he showed his phone to Nagi, who squinted at the bright blur of the phone before the photo of you sinked in his mind.

"Hmm...good for Y/n-san, she looks like she's enjoying...but why is Prince pissed?"

"Because he's jealous he wasn't the one who asked her out first, duh." Chigiri pointed out the obvious, laughing at the pissed coach and a miserable Reo.

"Look, you have to calm down-"

"I AM CALM!"

Reo rolled his eyes at the coach's clearly angry face from his eyes and clenched eyebrows, and the veins that popped in his neck and forehead.

"Yeah, you are...but it's not like you can't ask her out after this. From the looks of it, and I think from Y/n-san's obliviousness, it was just a date, no confirmation of a relationship. I don't even think she thought this was a date when she went." The purple-haired striker said, hoping it would calm the restless blonde master.

"I guess...but you don't get it, Reo! She'll think I'm not original, which is bullshit by the way! I can be so much more original and charming and romantic than that...guy! Just he wait-"

He kept rambling, making Reo sigh as he continued to listen to whatever his ciach had to ramble about him planning an even better date or being a better guy for you.

'I knew this won't end well.'

BARCHA

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" The Barcha members flinched at the sudden outburst of their coach, who was scrolling on his phone.

'Ah shit, he finally found out.' All of them simultaneously thought and sweatdropped. It was a little scary how everyone thought he would react the way he already was, well except a happy Bachira, who was more than pleased that it was one of the more 'trusted' coach that you went out with.

"WAS NO ONE PLANNING TO TELL ME?! Oh my poor Y/n, she was definitely bored with that guy taking her out!" Lavinho cried out as he scrolled through the pictures. You looked really pretty (as you always are), but he felt regret and disappointment that it was not him you were with at that moment.

"Because we onow you'd react like this, coach." Otoya said cooly. Lavinho just shrugged off that answer and continued scrolling at the comments, which was a bad idea since the innuendos of the people pissed him off even more.

"NOPE! NOPE! NO ONE IS SOFT LAUNCHING CRAP! NOT UNTIL I GET TO ASK HER ON A DATE!"

"Sheesh...atleast he didn't throw a larger tantrum over this." Kitsunezato said before the rest of the team just ignored him, continuing whatever they were doing before their coach interrupted them.

BASTARD MUNCHEN

"Damn, Noa-san is so much more harsher and colder today, huh?" Hiori commented as everyone panted after a much tougher training than usual under the number one striker in the world's wing.

"What's got him in a bad mood, I wonder, I wonder?" Kurona added, very much curious as to why the coach was in such a bad mood, well enough to make Ness and Raichi run around the whole facility 10 times just cause they were arguing over something petty.

"I may have an idea." Yukimiya said as he pulled out one of the facility's tablet's before opening up the app and showed the post Snuffy made about you and a hangout, translated date.

"Oh, yeah...I get it now." Hiori said, as Kurona nodded. It was not much of a surprise that everyone around the team knew how their master felt about you. Isagi, who just finished his own lap, looked at the post and let out an 'ah' of realization.

"What are you all gossiping about?" Most of them let out a shriek as they found the usual cold gaze of their coach. Their heads turned around to face Noel Noa who's gaze hardened even more when he saw the same post he saw that morning that made his breakfast taste bitter and the stress around the facility annoying.

"Return to training or else, you'll all follow Ness and Raichi around the facility."

"Yes sir!"

PXG

"Yeah, I get it-"

"NO, YOU DON'T LOKI! THAT'S WHY YOU BETTER MAKE SURE THAT GUY BETTER STAY AWAY FROM HER!"

"Roger that, Mr. Blake."

"Good!"

Loki sweatdropped at the call as it ended before sighing and shaking his head. Turning his attention to his team, he raised an eyebrow when they saw that all of them (except for Rin who minded his own business) stopped doing what they were doing and instead was eavesdropping on his earlier phonecall.

"What the hell are you all doing? Start preparing for training!"

"Aww come on! Tell us what's happening! Thats Adam Blake right? I remember him from when we played against you guys in the second selection." Shidou said, pointing finger guns at Loki as the French master sighed.

"Its something petty. Remember Ms. Y/n's date with Snuffy like yesterday? Yeahh the rest of the World 5 found out about it and they all contacted me. Luna called me, then Silva, then Cavassos then finally what you heard earlier, Blake."

This made the players, mostly Shidou and Charles laugh. They now get it. Especially since they saw Ness and Raichi passing by their stratum in a jog. Now they get why, they probably pissed their master even more and got a punishment.

"Well, I'm just glad our stratum isn't involved in this mess." Karasu said, shrugging before focusing his attention on tying his cleats for practice.

"It's entertaining though! I like it!" Charles said mischievously which only made Loki glare at him.

"Yeah, yeah, you guys enjoy this because you aren't the one being called left and right by these scaredy cats of adults."

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[graciescott27]

call an uber on your way out! - o. aiku

cw: Oliver Aiku x uptight Head of PR! reader, pet names (sweetheart, doll, pretty, baby), alcohol use, language, smut, p in v, fingering, mocking, boob play, dub-con possibly? (she’s drunk and he’s barely tipsy)

this got way too long and I’m gonna cry if it does bad (new to writing smut)

mdni!

wc: 3.8k

The first thing you learned when you became the head of PR for the Ubers football club was that trying to make a bunch of weird guys look good in the media was hard. The second thing you learned was that Oliver Aiku was a slut.

He was by far your most problematic player, even with Barou on the team. Sure, Aiku was at least was charismatic and outgoing, but that didn’t do much to make your job easier. He just did some weird shit. After all of the leaked text chats and cheating scandals you had to cover up, you were getting tired of his nonsense. At least Barou kept to himself. Granted, that was why keeping up his image was difficult, but Aiku’s charm did the same.

The worst part of the whole affair? He thought that he could actually win you over. Niko had “warned” you about this whole bet he had with Sendo over whether or not he’d be able to sleep with you by the end of the season. Could he seriously make your job any harder?

When you were briefing the team on sponsorship updates, his eyes never left you. It was growing obnoxious, and maybe even just a bit unnerving.

“Okay, Sendou, I’m working on finalizing your Nike campaign, but it should be finalized by the end of the week and the shoot should be somewhere between next Tuesday and Friday. I’ll get dates to you as soon as possible,” you directed, reading back over the notes you had written down about their sponsorships. “Aryu, the hair care ad has been doing well so far, I’ll send over statistics. Aiku, I went ahead and turned down the Calvin Klein offer. Knew that wouldn’t be something you’d be into.”

He raised a brow, holding in a snort. “Seriously?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you scrambled to find a fake apology, an exaggerated frown on your lips. “Would you have wanted to do that?”

He shook his head, an amused grin on his face. At least he was amused. “If you think that’s what’s best.”

You scoffed and turned away from him. You still had ten minutes left to finish your briefing. That was enough time. You ran through the rest of your notes as quickly as you could, and dismissed everyone once you were done.

The universe apparently didn’t want to let you off that easy, though, because Aiku began to walk toward you just as you were packing up your papers.

“Hey, hey. Sweetheart. I have a question,” he began. He still had that annoying, cocky grin on his lips. The amused glint in his eyes didn’t help much, either.

“Sweetheart? In the 21st century?” you scoffed. No way in hell were you going to let him see you crack from a few small compliments. If Nikko was right — which he normally was when it came to something stupid his teammates were doing — then you weren’t going to make it easy for Aiku.

He gives you an unimpressed stare. He was still smiling, though. That was no good. You needed him to at least fake a pout and walk away to be satisfied.

So, you continued your mocking. “Which war did you fight in, again?”

“Okay,” he nodded, holding his hands up in surrender, “be nice.”

You scoffed. “Being nice is for lame people who like their jobs.”

“Oh, so you don’t like being around a hot guy all day?” he snorted.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve heard someone call Barou hot before, but yeah, I guess he-“

“Doll,” he gave a teasing pout. Now you were one step closer to getting him to leave you alone. “Come on. I know that you know I was talking about myself.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve heard anyone call you hot, either,” you shook your head, a small, faux innocent smile on your face. Trying to maintain appearances might have been the only reason you hadn’t snapped on him yet.

“Wow. You’re a lot meaner today than normal.”

“Well, I just started tolerating you this week and you’re treading on very thin ice right now,” you tsk-ed.

Nikko groaned from across the room. “You started to like him after the bet?”

“Shut up,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

Aiku raised a brow. “Oh? After the bet, huh?”

So it *was* real. It wasn’t like you doubted Nikko that much, or that you had enough faith in Aiku’s character to think that he wouldn’t do something like that, you just found it… odd. He was so adamant on something that you clearly weren’t going to allow. His determination was admirable, sure, but it was idiotic.

“Gross,” you crinkled your nose at the thought. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

“You’ve thought it at least once, though.”

Oh, God. His smirk had returned. That wasn’t good for your case at all. If he was enjoying himself, there was no way he was going to let go of the topic.

“Absolutely not,” you argued.

“So you wouldn’t be interested in getting drinks with me and Sendou tonight?”

Your arms were crossed by that point. “I don’t drink.”

“I saw you drinking straight from a wine bottle in your office three weeks ago.”

Maybe the fact that you had actually done that made matters just a bit worse for you.

“I ran out of clean water bottles,” you scoffed internally at yourself for the lame excuse.

He looked so cocky at that and you knew he was trying not to laugh. “So you used an empty wine bottle as a replacement?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you even have an empty wine bottle on hand if you don’t drink?” he raised a brow.

And that was how you got coerced into going to a bar with Aiku and Sendou.

It took you about five minutes to regret your decision. The first mishap of the night happened before you even got to the bar. Work ended much later for you than normal, and Aiku was in such a rush that he wouldn’t let you go home to change before heading out. So you were left to sit on a sticky bartop stool in your nice pencil skirt, rolling up the sleeve to your button up so you weren’t completely suffocated.

The second mishap led to you attempting to run off and find wherever Sendou had wandered off to. You spotted one of your more recent ex hookups stumbling through the bar. You had met him through a mutual friend, and that friend had informed you not too long ago that he was still broken up over you “forgetting” to call him back. It wasn’t like you had been planning on starting anything with him. He worked a minimum wage job, and you could access a professional athlete with ease (not like you would want to, though). Why would you go for someone so uninteresting when you could have someone else who was miles better by comparison?

The third mishap of the night happened when you were walking away from the bartop and he noticed you. He recognized you, despite how clearly drunk he was (which you found more disturbing than flattering) and he made a beeline in your direction. Deviating from your original plan to just find Sendou, you rushed to the bathroom and settled for hiding in the line. Aiku had been sitting next to you earlier, but after just a few minutes he was gone. At the time, you had been thrilled that he decided to leave you alone. Now, though, you were starting to think that it would have saved you some worry to have him beside you still: at least he would scare off all of the other guys trying to make passes at you — or in the current circumstance, hunting you down and following you.

You waited in line for the bathroom for seven minutes, despite not actually needing to go. Aiku truly knew how to pick a popular place. The moment you saw him again, you were going to tell him that you were getting a cab back to your apartment. You could still find it in yourself to be courteous enough to warn him before you abandoned ship. Unfortunately, that time never came because of mishap number four.

You had figured that wasting that much time in line was enough to get your ex off of your back. It was a bit horrifying to be tracked by a man whose name you had already forgotten. You tried to find your previous seat again, only to learn that it had been taken by some blonde girl wearing a dress that barely covered anything. Gross. Now you had to turn around and find somewhere in the overcrowded bar to sit down for five minutes. You probably would have been better off in the bathroom.

You tripped over someone’s foot and stumbled back into another person. Quickly regaining your balance, you turned around, giving a small, apologetic smile. You didn’t look up at the person’s face. “Sorry, sorry. Excuse me.”

Whoever you ran into nodded. “Don’t worry about it.”

Fuuuuuck.

You recognized that voice. You had been avoiding that voice all night, actually. Before you could back away or say anything else, though, your casual-hookup-turned-stalker spoke again.

“Never thought I’d catch you at a bar after-”

And all of a sudden, you were yanked back into someone else’s chest. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was that time.

“Don’t think she’s that into drunk guys,” Aiku gave a dry laugh to the other man.

He laughed back. “Didn’t think that I was flirting.”

“Does it really matter?” You knew Oliver. You knew that he still had a carefree smirk on his face despite the situation. You knew that he had absolutely no idea who he was talking to. That should have worried you.

Finally, you looked up and saw the cold, not quite lucid look in your ex’s eyes. “I’ve been seeing her.”

“I would’ve heard about you if she was actually seeing you,” Aiku responded, his voice as smooth and casual as ever. What a cocky bastard.

“Who are you?” the other man asked. You were still blanking on his name.

“A friend.” You could practically feel him shrug. He still kept you held close to his chest, and it wasn’t as horrific of a feeling as you would have expected.

After a few more seconds of drunken processing, your hookup-turned-stalker rolled his eyes and walked off.

You turned to Aiku at last, eyes settling on his smirk. “Is there a story behind that?”

“Absolutely not,” you scoffed.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled, nodding slowly. “Sendou’s in a booth somewhere if you wanna join us.”

The only reason you followed him was because of the mention of Sendou. If there was a third party involved, maybe you would be safe from having to file a harassment claim with HR. Unfortunately for you, though, you forgot that the third-party being Sendou meant that he was probably already drunk on some cocktail with a stupid name.

After three minutes, both of them were making you beg for a cab ride home.

Aiku was on the outside of the semicircle booth, and Sendou was on the inside. That left you in the middle, being completely crushed by both of them. To deal with their obnoxious jokes and stupid drunk laughing, you started chugging straight from the bottle of Brandy sitting on the table in front of you. It seemed to drain your senses just a bit too well, though, and mishap number four happened.

You were in Oliver Aiku’s apartment.

Even in the moment, you didn’t remember much about how you agreed to it. He had offered you a ride — despite the fact that he had also been drinking — but you assumed that he would be talking you back to your actual house, not his. On top of that, you figured that the offer wouldn’t include being slammed against a door and kissed.

Not that you’d complain, though. You’d just have to live with the regret when you were back to being sober.

Within seconds, his lips had moved from yours to your neck. One of his hands was on the back of your head, tangling in your hair while the other roamed over your body. He alternated between palming at your tit and rubbing over your waist and your hip. You were unsure where to put your hands still. It had been so long since you had hooked up with anyone that you barely remembered how it was supposed to go. You were focused on your job, you didn’t have time for a relationship, and that should’ve been it. But Oliver Aiku had wildly different plans.

He gave a quick bite to the column of your throat before moving back to your lips. Aiku was practically trying to swallow you whole, messily pushing his tongue past your lips. The way he began to unbutton your shirt was too rushed and eager for you to know how to react. By then your hand had found his messy hair, tangling it even further. When he started to push your button-up off of your shoulders, your hands slipped under his shirt. He grinned into your mouth at the feeling of cold fingers lingering barely over the waistband of his pants. You had been almost too dizzy to stand just minutes earlier, but that feeling seemed to vanish when Aiku started tugging on your arm and leading you to his bedroom.

Normally when you stepped foot in someone’s room for the first time, you wanted to take in as many details as possible. You could learn a lot about a person strictly based on how they decorated. Aiku clearly didn’t know about this habit, though, because you had just one minute of air before he pushed you into his bed. You landed on your back, letting out a small noise of surprise, and he crawled on top of you. He started at your neck again, alternating between kissing, bitting, and sucking on a pattern that only he understood. 

He trailed further and further down, going from your shoulder to your collarbone, to the tiny amount of tit popping out of the top of your bra, to your naval, and then finally…

Bullseye.

“You gonna let me take this cute lil’ skirt off of ya, pretty?” he smirked up at you, heterochrome eyed sparkling in delight.

Your mouth hung open in either awe or surprise, and all you could do was nod weakly. Your lungs weren’t working well enough for anything other than tiny gasps.

He huffed out a laugh, a single large land finding the zipper at the side of your hip. “Can’t think of a comeback anymore?”

Your hand came up to cover your eyes out of embarrassment. All you could manage was a weak, “Shut up.”

You could feel him grin without even seeing it. “There we go. Keep the attitude, doll. Best you can, okay?”

Here wasn’t even time for you to ask why before your pencil skirl was discarded somewhere in the floor of Aiku’s room. And he nearly laughed when he finally saw your panty-clad pussy.

“What?” you shot up, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden because of Oliver Aiku. God, you were pathetic.

He just placed a hand on your stomach and pushed you into your back again, holding you down. “Nothin’. I can just see how wet you are. ‘S cute.”

“It is not ‘cute’,” you scoffed.

“It is,” he argued, no real malice behind his words. “Look at ‘er. She’s pretty.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I am.”

He ran the knuckle of his index finger over the wet patch growing right in the center of your baby blue panties. You despised the small jump in your thigh at the feeling. You knew that he noticed.

“Yeah?” he mocked, looking up at you through his lashes. “That too much already?”

His smirk only widened at your lack of a response, and he began to carefully peel your underwear off your body. He tossed them somewhere near your skirt and moved back up between your thighs. And he watched. Oliver sat there, staring at your glistening, weeping cunt, at total peace with the world. You let out the smallest, most pathetic whine, your pussy clenching at just his gaze.

“It’s been a while, huh?” he teased, continuing to watch every reaction you made. When you tried to close your legs, he just pried them back open.

“It hasn’t,” you scoffed, a feeble attempt at a lie.

“Mhm, sure.”

With zero warning, his middle finger was just barely pressing into your entrance. You fought your urge to push yourself into him to get more than that. He waiting for a minute, eyes focused on your face, and finally pushed all the way in.

Oliver prodded a bit, trying to gauge how much room he had. It wasn’t much. You were tight, and twitching, and all too clenched to have fucked someone within the past few months. It was cute, in a way. Getting someone so uptight — so untouchable — so worked up over him with just a few simple touches? It was the highest honor he could’ve been given. He would have to thank Sendou for getting that bottle of Brandy.

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you, curling slightly. “Do you not touch yourself ever? So tense…”

You whined, only realizing then just how pent up you were. You never had the time. The rest of your PR team was incompetent and you had to do their work for them half of the time. With so much going on at once, you never even thought about masturbation.

So you shook your head.

And Aiku clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Do I really make your job that hard, baby?”

You gave a second weak nod as he curled his finger again.

“Guess I have to make it easier for you now, huh? Can’t have such a pretty thing suffering in silence.”

He slipped his ring finger inside of you, stretching you out just a bit more. Still pumping and curling, he slid a hand underneath you to snap the hook of your bra (which was the same baby blue as your panties). Of course someone like him was able to do it with a single hand. He tugged on the straps as casually as ever — his fingers still ruining your gummy insides — and pulled your bra offs his other hand occupied itself with massaging one of your boobs, his thumb running over your nipple in lazy circles.

It was getting difficult for you to ignore the squelching coming from between your thighs. It was obscene and disgusting, and Aiku was all too calm doing it. You were going to lose your mind. That was if you could gain your rationality back.

His fingers moved faster, now scissoring into you to prep you for his cock. He continued to watch you, soaking up every pant and moan that left your parted lips. And just when you gasped out his name—

He pulled his fingers out of you completely.

“What was that?” he hummed, pushing his slick-covered fingers past your lips so you couldn’t reply. You groaned around his fingers, earning a grin from him. “I’ll help you out, baby, don’t worry.”

He pulled away just enough to be able to sit up and strip himself of his pants and boxers. With how many girls he brought over in a month, you had assumed that he’d be big. You never spent much time thinking about it, though. Now, sitting face to face with his cock, it was almost a bit intimidating. It was thick, heavy, and already dripping with pre-cum. Your thighs began to close subconsciously as you just stared into Aiku’s  eyes, and he smirked, moving back towards you.

“You already gettin’ scared, pretty? Haven’t even put it in yet,” he chuckled. He gripped the base of his dick, running his tip up and down your folds, delighting in the way your legs twitched. “I’ll be nice. Gonna take this nice and slow, okay?”

You gave him a meek nod.

“If you’re really that worried, though, I can double check,” he shrugs, moving back just enough so he could slide his dick up through your folds — tip catching on the hood of your clit intentionally — and onto your stomach. He was fucking measuring. His tip ended up just a centimeter or two below your belly button. “Might be a little tight, huh?”

You wanted to scoff, maybe even hit him, but he was already pushing in. He was slow at first, waiting until he bottomed out to pick up the pace. Once he was there, though, he pressed his hand onto your stomach and felt the barely visible bulge. “See? Exactly where I thought I’d be.”

And immediately, he pulled out almost all the way, and thrusted back in. You let out a cry, the feeling foreign by now. That just encouraged him to keep going. He rolled his hips against you a few times as you tried to cover your mouth with your hand, and you immediately traded that for clawing at his shoulders.

Quickly, he found a rough, deep pace, never moving his hand away from your stomach. After the work he had already done with his hands, you were starting to feel that knot in your stomach after barely any time.

“‘S too much, too much,” you moshed, arching up into him. He would have been lucky if his back wasn’t littered in scratch marks by the morning.

He leaned down into your neck, planting a small kiss. “You’re takin’ it just fine, baby.”

His thrusts sped up a bit more, and you knew what was coming. Clearly he did, too, considered he moved his free hand from your stomach down to your clit, working it with his thumb.

“You gonna cum?” he grinned, eyes never leaving your face. He would die a happy man if the last thing he ever saw was your fucked-out expression.

You just nodded, moaning and whining like a total idiot.

“Don’t fight it off. Come on. Right around my cock. You got it.”

And you did. Your back arched off of the bed straight into his chest, and your thighs trembled around him. He continued to fuck you through it, trying to hold his own orgasm off as your cunt spasmed around him. Once you were drained of everything, he pulling out, spilling all over your stomach.

You didn’t remember much else after that the next morning. What you did know, though, was that you woke up in Oliver Aiku’s bed with him no longer beside you, and your phone was on the nightstand beside you with a few fresh texts from Sendou.

I hate you.

You just cost me 5 grand.

Please get STD testing.

@graciescott27

[couch-potato28]

Imagine being a Blue Lock manager! ⚽

VERSION V.

(a/n: Hey guys, really sorry again for not updating, this past week i got hit with the flu and honestly felt like dying 💀 tyy for reading though and let me know if u see any grammatical errors ❤️)

WARNING!-none

wc: 1.1k words

ALSO: tags @ttheggrimrreaper ❤️

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FROM THE PROLOGUE:

“Congratulations L/N Y/N! Based on your results, you've earned your place in Blue Lock as the manager of player number…

…13, Barou Shoei”

A few coughs and loud 'oh'-s were heard across the room. Immediately turning around, some of the girls gave you strange looks before turning back to their friends, whispering about something. Finding it weird you tried to ask around, a sudden bubble of anxiousness taking over your mind, but all of them simply decided to either ignore or give you very vague answers. Trying for a few more minutes to no avail, you decided to go to the room with the MANAGER label on, where Anri gave you your new uniform, along with a booklet and some advice.

Imagine being Barou Shoei’s manager, known as the king.

——————

Barou Shoei, who made you shiver at first glance. Just for a moment though, but you did shiver. Tall frame, deep voice, scary aura, and red eyes that could kill with just one look. As much as you wished for another player at that moment, you still held out your hand, introducing yourself to the boy, because we don’t judge based on looks and reputation right? Still waiting for his palm, you looked up while he simply stared at your face before glancing back at your extended hand.

“You disinfected it?”

“What?”-you asked, a little surprised.

“Your hand. Is it disinfected?”-he repeated with a slight grimace on his face.

“Um…not yet. Should I?”-you replied, hoping he wouldn’t strangle you. Shit, rookie mistake. After a loud “tch,” he turned around and went to his stuff on the benches, searching for something in his sports bag.

“Here”-he threw the small disinfectant to you.- “Use it and let’s get over with this.”

———————

•Barou, the king of the court, the villain, the player who…acts exactly like your mother. You, who can’t escape the grasp of a parent even in this isolated facility, because who would have thought that you would get yourself a tidy, polite, tough-looking softie?

•He, who is terrifyingly big, yet talks so much and chews your ears off like an old lady about your so-called lazy habits. He notices right from the start that you don’t organise your notes in folders, you don't know where some papers and documents are, and the fact that you only use one freaking pen.

•Also, you know he doesn’t mean to offend you, but he does mention that it’s time for you to get back to the gym, cause he won’t be having a weakling as his manager. This guy even offers to create a personal training plan just for you.

•So, just after the first week, you can’t help but adjust your schedule and habits a little for his sake, but all of this comes with a price, of course. Meaning both of you agree to the condition that if you become more tidy, he’ll have to be nicer to those around him and that doesn’t include threatening.

•As a result, you have to go get some damn highlighters for your notes a month later, with him smirking in your face every single time you use them.

•Barou, unlike you, follows his daily routine to the core, doing even more than the mandatory training sessions, always making sure his body is on top. Most of the time, you don't even have to move or remind him to do anything, because he's already on to his next task by the time you even remember to remind him. He even keeps YOUR schedule in mind, in case you might forget that as well.

•As his manager, you could lay around all day if you wanted to, because he doesn’t need help.

•When you get up, Barou is already doing some practice rounds. When you go and do your assigned tasks for the day, he’s crushing it on the field. You go to check on him during practice, he’s waiting for you with some random request again.

•Getting ready for the evening’s analysis? Wrong, you’re literally late for it cause he has already watched almost all of it.

•He's also the one with whom conversations are usually good if you don't give him a headache. With a bit of a grumpy attitude, but he answers everything. Turns out he has 2 little sisters, with him being in charge of bringing them home from school and cooking dinner for the whole family.

•Barou is surprisingly really attentive as well. Similar to Isagi, but you would never tell him that because he would kill you for it. However, you can feel his slightly different behaviour towards you.

•Like the subtle but gentle tone in his voice or when he clearly doesn't like something, but he listens to you anyway. Also, if he notices that it’s that time of the month for you, he will grumble less and lazily ask if you're okay on a daily basis.

•Barou, who is not that difficult to work with if you figure out what he wants in advance and give him a ready-made solution.

•He doesn't want to run 20 laps today? Okay, let's make it 15. Does his shoulder hurt? To the infirmary! The food sucks? Well...you can’t do anything about that actually, but telling him his cooking is probably far more superior than the canteen food seems to work.

•Overall, he’s a pretty tough player to deal with and you're sure you know him well by now yet the last thing you thought was his way of spending free time instead of resting or something, was cleaning. And so skillfully at that.

•"Get me some wet wipes. The Quickle brand."- he looked into your eyes one day, after a training session.-"I’m out of them. Thanks.”

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AFTER THE U20 MATCH…

•Barou, honestly doesn't change that much. Yeah, maybe his minor tantrums during matches have gotten a little worse, and although he's not condescending to you, his personality towards the other boys has changed.

•But everything has a bright side, and his new team has a lot of advantages. First of all, their coach is really calm and treats the boys well. Barou may not like him that much, but both of you know he never likes anyone.

•On the other hand, his new teammates are...interesting to say the least, but you have to admit that thanks to them, his usual dark hair is now streaked with red and it suits him in a way you haven’t thought about before.

•Barou, with whom half of the tutoring consists of wiping the table first and the chairs, then him quickly criticising or praising the neatly written notes lined up in your folder, and lastly making some progress with the Italian language.

•Also, your pre-match habit with him is still a regular thing in the evenings, despite the busy schedules, because nothing beats eating pudding and watching The Dark Knight together as a bonding program before an intense match the next day.

[gh0stly-mp3]

Faz um headcannons de um male!reader!Bllk player aonde o reader não é tão agressivo na maioria das partidas mas quando irritado começa a agir que nem um monstro? Pode ser um headcannon geral com os times do NEL

Nunca pensei que iria ver um Br q escreve Bllk x m!reader, principalmente aqui no Tumblr 😭😭 amei teus trabalhos, continue ;DD

Mto mto obg! Tô muito feliz q meu primeiro pedido veio de um BR ♡ - Espero q goste! Pelo q entendi vc sabe inglês, mas se quiser a versão em pt-br, só me mandar msg ou outro pedido :D

(Thank u so much! Im really happy that my first request was made by a brazillian ♡ - I hope you'll like it! From what I understand you know English, but if you want the br version, just send me a message or other request :D)

Rage burst -> NEL hcs

neo egoist league teams x bllk male!reader

synopsis: you, a calm and collected player, suddenly have an outburst and get really angry

tags: bllk characters reactions, headcanons, NEL arc, soccer rage, calm to angry reader

warnings: manga spoilers, mature language, suggestive comments, pet names (kiddo, good boy, etc)

a/n: hey! requests are open! (if you speak the language you can send the request in pt, but i"ll do it in english :D)

masterlist.

Hcs scenario

The game was intense, the ball switching sides between the two teams at an impressive speed. Your team was holding up, but it seemed to feel the pressure of the match. You were on the field, with your usual calm expression, absorbing every move.

Then, at some point, you were knocked down hard by one of your opponents. It wasn’t something too serious, but you, usually so calm, got up with a different expression, clearly angry at this dirty move.

The anger in your eyes was something new, something no one would want to face. The opponents were tense, trying to organize their defense as you regained the ball, but the speed at which you advanced was unimaginable.

Finally, with a strong and accurate shot, you sent the ball straight into the goal, beating the entire defense and stopping only in the net.

You simply looked at the field, the anger still pulsing in your chest, but with a smile subtly appearing. When you let go, there were no limits to what could happen. And this time, it was for the victory.

Bastard München

Noa was observing the pace of your run with a serious expression. "This is what we need." - He thought, clearly satisfied with the burst of energy you brought to the team after your goal.

Isagi's eyes widened; the last thing he would have considered in his plan was you getting angry. But soon, a sense of satisfaction took over his face, along with a touch of curiosity. He approached and said, - "You never told me you had that kind of strength in you, I'm impressed!"

Yukimiya quickly joined you and let out a soft laugh, placing a hand on Isagi's shoulder. "He's good even when he's angry. Now, let's see how far this rage can take him."

"Yeah, I really liked the way you acted, it was a great goal" - Hiori commented, showing no surprise, but with a slight admiration.

The rest of the players were also slightly surprised, especially Ness and Kurona. They had never seen you lose your temper like that. They knew you were a composed player, but that fierce anger was something they never imagined seeing.

At last, Kaiser and Kunigami remained silent, but Kaiser looked at the scene with a smirk. "Now, that's what I call attitude" - He thought, enjoying the aggression radiating from you.

FC Barcha

The whole team cheers as they watch your goal! Both Bachira and Lavinho break into wide smiles when they see you in action. Bachira runs to you after the goal and grabs you, celebrating. - "Yippie! I didn't know you could get that angry! That was amazing!"

Meanwhile, Otoya, noticing your aggressive movement, runs along the sideline to keep up with your play. He also celebrated when he saw you score, and soon after ran over to congratulate you.

"Caralho [fuck]! That's ma boy!" - Lavinho shouted, he was really surprised, after all, he didn’t expect this from you, always so calm and composed. It was a great surprise! The whole FC Barcha team would be very warm in celebrating your goal.

Paris X Gen

The team wasn't too surprised, except for Shidou and Charles, who were extremely excited by your sudden burst of anger! - "Wow! So that idiot can have explosions! I like that~" - Shidou exclaimed.

Karasu immediately flashed a sly grin and repositioned himself to get involved in your play, while trying to figure out what you were thinking. Loki also smiled, but this time it was more of an "I knew it" kind of smile.

Charles and Shidou were the ones who celebrated your goal the most, lifting you up and shouting nonsense like two idiots. - "Yippie! Do that again, ya?" - Charles shouted.

Manshine City

Chris was the first to comment: "That was awesome! You really got those legs working, huh? Everyone, take notes!" - examining which muscles were used and, of course, turned to the cameras of BLTV, the rest of the team was stunned.

Chigiri had tried to follow up on your attack, in vain. - "Good boy! But I'm still faster than you" - He could only congratulate your attention to the field, which didn't let your speed back down while crossing through the flock of enemy players. He was amazed.

But even more were Reo and Nagi. They chit-chatted away from you, but their wide eyes didn't hide a thing: the shock was a lot. Reo studied your movements to later repeat such beautiful agression, and Nagi thought how - or even if - he could take a pass from you.

Ubers

Your sudden disattachment to the "teamwork" ideals made Snuffy initially worried, but that wasn't all that he payed attention to. Your anger was evident. He came to you, put a hand on your shoulder and asked: - "Are you alright, kiddo?" - and then, you nodded. He seemed to get the mensage, and was happy to see your potential in action.

"Tsch...Not bad." - Barou said, with a grin. He seemed a bit jealous of such a violent goal, but also satisfied. Lorenzo, on the other hand, didn't say anything, but was clearly paying attention to the entire play. Maybe, he found an even stronger spark of strenght in you.

Aiku cheered for you, messing you hair a bit. He was surprised, as was everyone else. In a rare momento, you could see Niko's expression behind the hair. A mixture of shock, fear and excitement. If you were on the enemy team, you would have been a huge problem. But here, you could be one of the Ubers' secret surprises.

[slowcatsworld]

Marc Snuffy was surprised the first time you picked him up.

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You and Marc had been in a relationship for a good while, enough for you to understand how much pride Marc has in his body. The skills he embeds into his soccer play style from his jujitsu background never failed to benefit him on the field.

Of all places, he had met you at the gym. At first he noticed your gym wear and made a comment to you in passing that he liked the color. He hadn’t seen you before that. After that, however, you two started to bump into each other more often.

Glances turned to smiles and smiles turned to you asking for his phone number. Marc was pleased when you texted him the following day and the two of you were able to make plans that fit around his soccer schedule.

You were quirky to Marc. He often would jokingly use you as an elbow rest when the two of you were out, commenting on how much shorter you were compared to him. He enjoyed the moments when you would instigate muscle contents, claiming your biceps were superior to his. He adored the determination in your movements as you two would wrestle around with each other too.

But he wasn’t expecting to be picked up during the latest wrestling session between the two of you. The beginning was a blur, all Marc remembered was that he saw you squat a little further down before rushing him with a pearly smile on your face. From the instant you made contact with his legs and hips, he lost his footing. More correctly, his feet were lifted from the ground.

Your arms crushed his waist tightly, leaving his arms to rest on your own waist to stable himself. Marc blinked, staring at the ground from his position along your shoulder.

“What? Since when could you do this, you goose?” Marc chuckled.

Giggles from below turned into a hearty laugh as you walked a couple paces to set him down on the bed. Following him, you laid along his stomach and chest, resting your head there. As he looked at you, he saw creases under your eyes and the wrinkles along your face. You were beautiful.

“I didn’t know I could do that either. It must be all those gym rat genes flowing in me, that was fun,” You chuckled. “And I win.”

Marc rolled his eyes playfully before turning the two of you over in the bed.

“You can have that one, but I’m winning round two.”

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Mwah 😽

[tillichan]

Your life in Blue Lock for archive-of-the-lost

Itoshi brothers and you are childhood best friends. You met Sae in soccer club. Being one of the most talented and the smartest players, you got attention of the young genius, Itoshi Sae. And then his brother's, Itoshi Rin, too. The days spent analyzing data on football players and teams, playing football and hanging out at Itoshi's home after are the precious memories that will never leave you. The dreams and promises you shared carved into yours memory forever. Then your life reached a turning point, Sae went to Spain. And then he came back a different person. Not blunt, but kind and protective Sae you knew before. Not the person you had a crush on. Rin changed after he met this Sae too. Your cute and ambitious friend closed himself. The friendship started to crumble after Itoshi brothers argument. But the sudden invitation to Blue Lock struck a spark in your hearts. It was a spark of hope of being together again and making your dreams reality.

The color of your ego — Dark Purple

Best skill: Outstanding analyzing skills.

Your rivals are curious if you can read their mind. But you're not only talented, but also hard-working person. The days you spent with Sae analyzing football players paid off. You're able to analyze your rivals strong and weak points very quickly and then crush their best tactic.

Ubers is known as one of the best teams in Europe, a team based in defense that prioritizes individual strength, strategy, and teamwork to achieve victory. Collecting data and analyzing every player to their core and then using that information to make multiple team strategies using their strongest players as their centers. Good choice for Monster of analysis like you, right? Not to mention, that your Blue Lock best friend, Niko Ikki, is the member of this team too. You, Niko and Oliver are able to crush literally any attack. And then Barou and Lorenzo score the goals. Truly unstoppable team.

You were always in love with Itoshi Sae. But you didn't know one important thing. That Itoshi Sae was always in love with you too~

ღ Powerful couple with mutual devotion? Yes, it's about you and Sae. You look unbelievably cool together! ღ You two share some of your hobbies and interests like analyzing people or football players, horror movies and stuff. Sae thinks that his weakness is that he doesn't know anything besides football. He's truly interested in football and works hard on his goals. And you love it, since you love people, who know what they want! ღ Sae is good listener, especially for you. He'd listen to everything you'd like to tell him. About your hyperfixations, anime, cute things you saw in the shop, your dreams about your future stories, anime character analysis — everything. ღ You tend to remember events in which you were hurt? Oh, dear, don't worry. Since Sae is blunt and protective person, be sure that you've nothing to worry about. He finds words that make you feel better and protects you from unpleasant persons. Even if it's a little bug or insect, Sae deals with it for you. ღ Sae can't help but finds cute little things about you. Like you tend to space out or buy some random stuff. By the way, about random cute stuff. Now Sae tends to buy everything that reminds him of you or things he thinks you'd like. ღ Don't worry, Sae respects your personal space, so he doesn't touch you if you don't want it. ღ He prefers more private home dates like watching movies or have a home dinner, because he, and you too, is the football celebrity. Sae doesn't want someone to interrupt your dates. But he's still fine with picnic or late night dates. ღ Finally let me tell you one thing. Sae isn't happy that you're in Blue Lock. Of course, he's really proud of you! But the number of your admirers grows. And it makes him jealous that he can't be with you.

Sae: packing his bags Sae's Manager: Sae-chan, where are you going? Sae: Blue Lock. Manager: What?!

Niko Ikki is your friend, who has a secret crush on you. You two met in Blue Lock and immediately hit it off. Of course, after all you have a lot in common! Niko is a professional otaku. He shares your anime interests. And, oh, he loves the fact that you want to be a professional writer in the future! Niko would love to read all of your fanfic and stories, even if it's just an idea. Even though you don't like talking usually, your conversations are endless. Rest in piece, your roommates ears. You're an embodiment of his ideal type! Person, who likes anime and who he can be with like a friend. And Niko can't help, but has a crush on you.

Your childhood friend, your adorable brother, your future brother in-law, yes, it's all about Itoshi Rin. He's really happy that you and Sae became a couple, even though he didn't notice yours feelings. Rin enjoys your presence. You two love watching horror movies together and talking about football. Even though Rin is more closed now, with you he's more like little Rin you know since childhood. You're important to Rin. He doesn't seems like this, but he throws a ball at the head of people who trouble you.

Stopping Kaiser Impact, you've become the rival number one of Michael Kaiser himself. He's interested in you, he watches you, he wants to crush your analysis by his power. But, who knows, how it will end. Will your relationships be Rivals to Friends trope or will stay the same. Spoiler: it won't because Sae is on his way to Blue Lock.

Alexis Ness was amazed by your jaded Disney princess self. He knows, that you're his rival, that you're Kaiser rival, but there is something about you that attracted him to you. If there's a chance, Alexis will try to get to know you better.

You've one more good friend in Blue Lock, Karasu Tabito. You two share similar analyzing abilities, but use it in different ways. Once, You and Tabito were on the same team. Friends and rivals is about you! You enjoy playing together and in different teams, helping each other to get better.

Marc Snuffy is not only your coach, but also the person you respect and trust a lot in Blue Lock. He's a polite and caring coach, who does his best to help his players to get better. Snuffy prioritizes a player's mental state along with their individual talents. He truly thinks that you're really talented player. His team needs you to be the best one. Marc values you a lot. He didn't notice the moment when he started seeing you not only as a player, but also as a child he wants to care and protect.

The main problem in the life of Don Lorenzo — How?! HOW?! HOW do you win him at cards Every. Single. Time?! That's really unbelievable! Wanting to know your secret, Lorenzo follows you around. Don't be surprised if he'll develop a crush on you one day. Especially since he falls in love too quickly. Now you love spending time with Snuffy and Lorenzo in friendly atmosphere.

[neeeooon]

Hi lovely, I was wondering if you could write a one shot about Oliver? Where the Ubers are having a get together, their S/Os and best friends there and start playing truth or drink and Sendo asks Oliver if hes ever been in love? Olivers childhood best friends there and his eyes go to hers before he answers?

imagine they play spin the bottle next 😵‍💫

truth or dare

oliver aiku & fem!reader who’s his childhood best friend. angst, slightly suggestive?, alcohol. ft sendou playing cupid

the beer left a bitter taste in oliver’s mouth, but it was nothing compared to the bitterness he felt watching one of his teammates flirt with you by the bar.

nel was officially over, and the ubers were having one last get together before whatever was next to come. they’d been asked to invite close friends and significant others, and the only person oliver had any intention of bringing along was you.

he thought it’d be a good idea, since he hadn’t seen you in person since before leaving for blue lock. watching you now, he realized he was wrong.

someone had the idea to play truth of dare, and since aiku couldn’t stand watching at you laugh with his mates any longer, he took a seat next to sendou and tipped his bottle to show that he was participating.

“sweet!” sendou grinned, but it quickly turned into a whiny frown when oliver leaned over to ruffle his hair. “hey, knock it off! do you know how long it took to get my hair like this?”

scoffing, oliver smirked at his teammate and glanced across the somewhat-of-a-circle of people, top lip twitching slightly when he saw you and the guy join last minute.

you lit up when you spotted him staring and waved, pointing at the guy from behind a raised hand and mouthing, he’s hot!

oliver flashed a supportive thumbs up, which he immediately dropped when you looked away. he grumbled into the mouth of his beer bottle, ignoring the way sendou eyed him suspiciously.

niko curled in on himself when he was voted to start the game off and sighed like he was ready to go home. “truth or dare, aryu?”

aryu ran a meticulous hand through his long, silky hair and huffed. “truth.”

“how do you get your hair so shiny?”

the giant man’s eyes sparkled and he scooted closer to niko. “oh, my boy. do you wish to switch your hair care up? i will gladly spread my knowledge to those in need!”

“um, i—“

“nonsense!” aryu cupped niko’s hands between his and practically dragged the boy to his feet, rambling about oils and masks as he dragged a very confused niko to a more reserved area.

clearing his throat, sendou raised a hand. “i guess i’ll go next?” he’d been sitting next to aryu, so no one objected until he turned on oliver with a wolfish gleam in his eyes.

“truth or dare, cap?”

oliver wanted to say dare, but the look across his friend’s face made him hesitate. instead, he huffed out a, “truth.”

apparently, sendou was prepared for the reply. “have you ever been in love?”

love? oliver didn’t think so. he was going to open his mouth and say no, or something funny to make the others laugh, but his eyes unconsciously searched for you, and when they found you, they didn’t want to leave.

you were still sitting beside his teammate, still laughing at whatever he was saying, and aiku couldn’t look away. the flow of your hair, the fit of your dress, the way your perfect shoulders curved every so slightly when you smiled, as if you were almost shy to be seen so open.

the way you stared at him like no one else was at the party. not even oliver. his tongue clicked before the jealousy made him do something he’d regret.

“no,” oliver forced out, but it was too late. his teammates were looking at him with knowing grins that make aiku’s jaw clench. “what’re you looking at? fuck off. truth or dare, shouei?”

[last-starry-sky]

another a+ youtube video inspo pull: Uber eats bike delivery Simon.

imagine ordering some greasy delivery at the ass crack of morning (after a night out/sick/just wanting to treat yourself) only instead of sneaking downstairs to grab your food, you run right into your delivery man: all six feet, 200+lbs of him. You’re spiraling because you’re hungry af and absolutely certain this man in all black, gloves, and a fucking mask is a commando sent to kill you if you open the door. In reality, the second he saw you lurking around like a skrunkly stray cat in last nights clothes and sweat-mussed hair; he was in love.

[cascade05]

Convenience

This is kinda suggestive so watch yo self, unless you don’t wanna...

Thinking about Bakugo and his pretty secretary. She wears very business chic clothes, mature and sexy as oppose to cute.

Suit pants that hug her--not enough to be innapropreate but enough to make it obvious she works out. Suit shirts that dip into her chest a little bit, not enough to be immoddest but just enough to drive Bakugo wild. Stilletoes. Just plain black stilletoes, nothing else. She does have a pair of black flats tucked under desk and a pair of pristine black sneakers, just in case. When she wears pencil skirts, Bakugo is just about sent to his knees. And if the way the freshly pressed fabric hugs her hips wasn't enough, she dares to come into the office with a pencil skirt that has a zipper going straight down her ass.

It's the convenience of it that really gets him. How easy it would be to just pull the top zipper all the way down, exposing her lacy black underwear to him. (He only knows because she bent down that one time and he saw it ON ACCIDENT! When he thought about it that night it wasn’t really on accident tho—)

It's the convenience, he tells himself as he watches her strut out of his office. She's beautiful and just so conveniently always apart of his day, that's the only reason he can't stop thinking about her. It's not because she doesn't put up with his shit and it's not because she's constantly defending him when sponsors say something sour about him. It's definitely not the worried glances she gives him when he comes back from patrol a little more banged up than usual—he'd like to bang her a little more than usual when she wears that stupid skirt—

It's convenience, he thinks. He knows her and she knows him. Its convenience, he convinces himself. That's all.

Definitely not whatever the hell his heart keeps telling him.

[bitebitekxll]

Kinktober ‘24 || Day 5

NSFW || MDNI

shotgunning | breeding | knifeplay

Kaeya x gender neutral! Knight!reader

Notes: This prompt list is actually the reason I now know what shotgunning is, and I thought I’d give it a go. I’ve never actually smoked, so if it’s inaccurate— blame it on teyvat being weird that’s the excuse we’re using. Also I wasn’t actually trying to make this match any real world drug, it is literally some random non-existent herb that is used as a plot device.

CW: recreational drug use (well, mentions of it being medical? Potentially? But mostly recreational), smoking, implications of being high, breathing in smoke from another person’s mouth (which is what shotgunning is).

w. 1888 (this is a long boi)

Masterlist . Kink list

It was always peaceful being in headquarters after hours. Of course, you didn’t ever intend to work overtime, but the soothing atmosphere of halls without a soul around— apart from the guards at their stations, of course —was a nice consolation. Walking out of your office, you were ready to finally get back home. You had no pressing work to attend to the next morning, meaning had the chance to lie in after your late night.

Except… you noticed one of the doors you passed was open: The Calvary Captain’s office. The light was off inside but the movement you caught through the crack in the door made you pause.

You spotted Kaeya, leaning against the wall behind his desk right next to the cracked open window. There was an odd sense of ease about him that wasn’t usually there, like the carefully constructed personality he always held had been stripped back, revealing something more natural.

He also looked to be… smoking something?

“It’s not polite to stare, you know.”

The smooth voice snapped you from your thoughts. Kaeya didn’t glance back at you, gaze still trained on the view outside, but tension creeped back into his shoulders. You only noticed it because of how deeply you observed him, driven by fascination or admiration— you couldn’t tell which.

Considering he hadn’t told you to fuck off, you figured it was safe to slip into the office, shutting the door behind you. “Captain,” you greeted.

He laughed, a chuckle too even and perfect to be entirely genuine. “Oh come now, we’re both off the clock. There’s no need for formalities…” Finally his gaze turned to you, even as he kept his face angled away. Taking another drag or whatever was between his fingers, he softly exhaled out the window. Smoke curled over the edge of his lips, dancing up into the cool night air. Unlike regular fire smoke, this smelled floral with perhaps a dash of mint. Astute as ever, he picked up your curiosity right away. “This is a blend of herbs from Liyue,” he explained. “Albedo has been experimenting with them and found they contain possible medicinal properties.”

“…when smoked?” You asked.

Kaeya smirked, the joint between his lips as he replied, “That’s what I’m trying to find out.” There was a lull in the conversation, but it didn’t feel awkward. “Why are you here so late, anyways?”

“Was finishing off a report.” You shrugged, leaving out the fact that it only took so long because you fell asleep halfway through. “Figured I’d get it done tonight so I can enjoy my day off tomorrow. What about you?”

“It’s peaceful…” The smile that graced his lips was smaller and softer than the usual cheshire grins he sported. And along with being smaller, it also looked… vaguely sad. “…being in headquarters after hours.” It seemed like this wasn’t the first time he had stayed back like this. You couldn’t help but wonder if he truly preferred staying here, or if he was just reluctant to go home. But you knew trying to pry would only ruin whatever connection you had built with him. Moving forward, you rested your hip against the edge of his desk, watching the moon highlight his silhouette as he stood before the window.

“What does that taste like?” You changed the subject to something less sensitive, nodding at the joint in question.

Pursing his lips in thought, he twirled the * from one slender finger to another. “It’s hard to explain… Care to try for yourself?” Raising an eyebrow, he handed it to you.

You hesitated. There didn’t look like there was much left. But, then again, you didn’t dare disrupt the mood that had fallen over the two of you. It felt almost… intimate— being allowed to glimpse something more personal of the Cavalry Captain when he could have instead politely dismissed you. Taking it from his hand, you glanced up at him.

“Did this help you with anything?” You asked. Then, awkwardly, you added, “Medically.”

He hummed, considering. “It seemed to help with a headache I had earlier,” he admitted. “There’s something quite soothing about it. I can’t tell if it’s the work of the herb or simply the action itself.”

He did look more peaceful than you had ever seen him. It was as if an underlying tension you had never even noticed in his frame was finally released. You felt bad to deprive him of the last of it. In fact, a small, daring part of you had a terrible idea to resolve that issue…

No. No, that would be a bad idea. This wasn’t some random man at Angel’s Share who you could get closer to under the excuse of having one too many drinks. This was the Cavalry Captain, who may not have been your superior— you weren’t in the cavalry, after all— but was still a superior as you certainly weren’t any kind of captain. So, to avoid acting on the very inappropriate thought bouncing around your head, you placed the joint between your lips and breathed in.

You expected to choke or maybe just feel an unpleasant burn as you usually did with the second hand smoke you had smelled. But it seemed, whatever herb Albedo had procured produced fumes that were light, like mist or the crisp morning air. The taste was faint, but sweet, and slightly floral.

Taking a step closer, Kaeya asked, “How is it?” After holding in the smoke, enjoying the pleasant buzz, you exhaled in order to reply. Turning your gaze back to him, you realised his own was trained on your lips.

You couldn’t even pretend it was the smoke he was looking at; his stare remained even after the plume dispersed into the air of the room. This close you could see his eye more clearly than ever, a deep blue that mirrored the night sky behind him. It even had its own star: a gorgeous pupil with points like a diamond. Though, the edges were less sharp than usual as it had blown wide, and you didn’t think it was simply the darkness of the room causing that reaction.

That same, terrible idea began to rear its head, sounding much less terrible than before. Before you could lose your nerve, before the moment could pass, you said, “We could share.”

Kaeya’s brows furrowed, a bemused smile playing on his lips, as he leaned in even closer. Taking another drag of the joint, you barely even let it sit in your lungs before gently blowing the smoke into his face, letting him breathe it in. His lashes fluttered as he drifted closer, like there was some force pulling him in. Then, his hand came up to cradle your face. Nimble fingers curled around the edge of your jaw and you held back a shudder; for a cryo user his touch was deliciously warm.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips, a reaction to your throat going dry more than anything, but it seemed to push Kaeya to close the distance between you entirely. His lips moved against yours with a gentle ferocity— not rough or demanding but desperate all the same. Your bodies came together and the two of you twisted, losing track of your surroundings for a moment. Then, gravity pulled you down and Kaeya was slumped over his desk with his elbows propping him up, your own body above him after just barely catching your balance.

That didn’t stop either of you, however. Without ever breaking apart from him, from the soft slide of his lips and the strong grip on your hips, you grabbed his plush thighs and lifted. You used the leverage to slide him further up on the surface, adjusting to hover over him with one knee on the edge of the desk.

Gripped by another delicious idea, this time with no reservations to hold back, you pulled back just enough to take one last drag of the joint, while there was still any left of it. Then, before Kaeya could do anything more than open his mouth to complain at you pulling away, you sealed your open mouth to his and breathed out.

Smoke billowed out from the seam where your lips met, and he let out a high keen as his eyes rolled back. His hands moved up your back, arms circling to tug you flush against him and your own found themselves planted on either side of his head. You couldn’t tell if it was the lack of air or way his tongue rubbed against the underside of yours, but your head was spinning. Maybe you were high— could this thing even get you high? You still didn’t know exactly what was in it, but the fucking Calvary Captain himself was kissing you and letting out the sweetest sounding little moans so who cared?

The silky strands of his hair brushed against your face, more and more coming loose as your hand— and when did that get there? —held his head.

Kaeya’s honey-smooth voice came out in a broken chain of noises, arching his back so he could press up against you. You sunk your teeth into his plush bottom lip before realising the burning in your lungs wasn’t just from the smoke.

As you pulled back for air you saw the last of the smoke leaving his lungs. The plumes curled out from his lips and into the air, before being disrupted by his own panting as he tried to catch his breath. You gave him the chance to while you turned your attention to his neck, peppering kisses down the expanse of his throat.

“Mm~ Please,” he murmured, sounding completely gone— drunk off of lust and perhaps Albedo’s mystery drug.

You bruised his pretty skin, leaving teeth marks in your wake, until you realised what was left of the joint was still burning. It had been reduced to a small nub of paper between your fingers. Kaeya followed your gaze and his eyes lit.

“Let me,” he purred, fingers wrapping around your wrist and gently guiding your hand close to his mouth. In one graceful, sinful move, he pressed the lit end of the joint to his tongue, putting it out with a quiet hiss. The flash of cryo around the stub explained how he hadn’t flinched. Your eyes were locked onto it, heat pooling in your stomach as he took the paper roll between his teeth and pulled it from you, tossing it to the side with a snap of his head. Then, he tugged your arm closer and licked a stripe up your forearm, peering up at you through his long lashes with a molten gaze.

Fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing. It made your blood burn, and you would’ve pounced on him again if he hadn’t continued speaking.

“You know, my office isn’t exactly the most… well-equipped,” he admitted. “But I can think of somewhere else we would be more comfortable.”

You couldn’t help but grin at his offer, marvelling at the disheveled state of his attire: jacket slipping down his shoulders, hair coming loose from his ponytail, the fabric of his trousers straining against his—

“Then by all means,” you replied with a grin.

Thank Barbatos you didn’t have to go into work tomorrow.

[vert-horizon]

Thinking about Toji x Reader... Age difference... You're rich, family money, old money. He's a mechanic that drinks almost every night at the same bar--and he's never seen you there before. You're sitting on a stool with a peeling cushion, making small talk with the bartender when he walks in. He does his best not to look at you--he knows better, he doesn't want any more messy giggly college girls hanging off him. He's got a middle schooler to worry about every other week and a trailer that isn't in any state to see someone with jewelry as shiny as yours. Color him surprised when the bartender slides him a whiskey, top shelf with a single ice cube. The bartender points at you, and you wave. wink. He licks his lips. Huh. When he's protesting later, your hand teasing the button of his jeans, nails scraping the thick muscle of his sides as you suck on his neck, you laugh. You can get a hotel, don't worry. And you can schedule an uber to bring him back to his truck in the morning. You just wanna sit on it, it's big isn't it? Doesn't he want you? And... well. He's not gonna say no to that.