Lucifer x reader: Accidentally hooking up with him when he’s your patron
A/n: hey yall time for my yearly post🙏🏿 I have like a few more I hope to post but it’s 3 am and I woke up in a cold sweat for this. Kinda a longer one but Nsfw as always
Lucifer:
- ok so in my head this was like some private party. Not a full club scene in the human realm
- But you’re not in the devildom either
- Maybe he’s at some diplomatic meeting between realms with mc(did I forget to mention you’re not MC in this?)
- As everything usually is, it’s a dinner party and he can’t help but drift over to the only other person who seems to be bored with this across the room
- He’s not shy so he easily strikes up a conversation with you and it goes smooth as butter
- Like almost unnaturally easy the conversation flows
- You think nothing of it
- You pulled up to this fancy rich person party to get a bag and look good
- Since they’re in human form anyways he invited you back to his hotel
- Lavish and extravagant in a way you’ve never even seen
- Like the room isn’t even apart of the hotel with how it’s decorated
- Feels like it’s just him everywhere like everything oozes his personality but in a way that’s makes you feel all calm and relaxed
- He never is one to waste time so he’s already got your shoes off across the room and you spread out all pretty for him on this big ass bed.
- Then it hits you
- Not at any point in time did you ask for this man’s name
- How the hell did that happen??
- Was the conversation so good you just ain’t ever ask for it?
- regardless you have to pull your lips away form his and ask for his name
- THe look he gives you almost makes you not even hear it because you about to rip his suit off
- Those deep red eyes that seem to swallow you whole somehow
- Or maybe they just look red in the low light of the room?
- He breathlessly gives you a snort that makes you almost rip his nice ass suit off right then
- “It’s Lucifer but you are welcome to call me sir, or master if you prefer.”
- Oh.
- Okay.
- You immediately feel your blood turn to ice
- Hell froze over in an instant
- You blink and look over at him
- And he’s not new to this. His hands don’t leave your hips but he sighs
- “I’m not some devil trying to seduce you and steal your soul, my father just has an….interesting humor when it comes to names. If Lucien or Luciel is easier for you to say you can call me that.”
- But you see that pouting look on his face when he says that
- You immediately shake you head
- “Nononono I’m not like some superstitious religious person or anything, like-“
- You hold up your necklace with his sigil on it
- “Like this! This is a luciferian necklace I wear like everywhere.”
- You don’t notice how he gets rock hard in an instant and his eyes are blown wide with lust
- I feel like when he has a pact mark on someone, he likes that feel of ownership so seeing you wearing his necklace in devotion to him?
- Yeah you’re not leaving this bed until you’re unable to walk he isn’t letting you get away
- Now i don’t think he’s like all seeing eye. To know before he even speaks to you that you follow him
- Maybe like a hotel owner. He knows how many people live here but he doesn’t know all their names by heart you have to identify yourself
- So in his mind you’re a cute mortal with a interest in the occult
- Might even pull out some demon tricks mid fuck as a little treat.
- You know how people can be
- Just because his name is Lucifer don’t mean he is like cool with actual devotees
- “Like it’s just…kinda a little weird to moan Lucifer Yknow? Like I’d feel like I’m summoning beetlejuice.”
- His ass is NOT listening
- “Well maybe he’ll hear how good I’m making you feel and leave us alone.”
- Oop
- He’s so annoying you’re trying to explain why without going “it feels like I’m calling patron directly that’s weird”
- And how he just feels right
- Like you might have never seen I’m in the flesh but when you look at him he just feels familiar in a way that makes your brain default to safety
- Fighting for your life to turn them warning sirens on but the way he’s roaming his hands on your thighs makes it real hard to think….
- Looking at him almost like “is this a test? If I wake up tomorrow will Lucifer be looking at me sideways?”
- Almost get off the damn bed to pull out your tarot cards to ask
- But that stupidly smooth authoritative voice makes you want to throw caution to the wind
- He MAY be using like 2% of is demon prowess to seduce you
- Like he’s aching to be inside you he rly don’t want to keep waiting an he will not start begging (yet.)
- “Is it different from moaning oh my god?”
- “I…..that is a good point I guess…”
- “Precisely so let me show you how good I can make you feel.”
- You can’t even remember when or how your clothes got on the floor
- Or when he took off his
- He’s pressing you into that mattress as his hands roam all over you and his lips never leave your skin for a second.
- “You taste Divine”
- Sigh
- Like logically how can that NOT make you dizzy when he’s looking up at you with his eyes blown wide with lust like he wants to devour you whole?
- It almost feels like you’re being hypnotized.
- Like you’re in a trance
- Sex has never felt this…good before
- Or psychedelic for that matter
- Like you’re in a realm of your own where all you can feel his hands and hear his voice
- You can feel this heat buzzing under your skin
- Like your brain is melting
- Barely even notice he’s finished you off 4 times and he hasn’t even come once
- The groan he lets out when he’s finally inside you is otherworldly
- You can barely get out a word between cries of his name and your lungs forcing the air out of your mouth.
- Clawing at the sheets like they will ground you
- Everything about him is so gentle but firm
- The feeling of him inside you feels like you’re being warmed up from the inside out
- Like soul ascending almost
- Moaning his name as you curl your fingers into his hair and arch your back off the mattress
- “Just like that. Submit to me.”
- And you do just that.
- Feel like you’re drunk almost
- Like your body is completely out of your control the way it feels like you’re just stuck feeling everything without any resistance.
- Like your body is actively fighting you against twitching and squirming and just relaxing under him sitting him make you feel good.
- By the time you’re coming on his cock again you’re whining and pulling him closer as his grip on your hips tighten
- “Be a good little mortal for me and take it.”
- That don’t even throw you off because it does feel spiritual the way his dick got crack in it or something
- “Since you’re making such a mess you’ll have to face the consequences. After I will you up you’re going to thank me.”
- Did he even use a condom??
- Did he even mention one at all?
- All you can do is breathlessly nod, while your nails scrape down his back
- For a split second through teary eyes it almost looks like he has horns….
- Dick so phenomenal it got you seeing shit now
- “Just like that take every inch and then then beg for me to fill you up.”
- Do you remember what you said?
- No
- But whatever it was it was enough because that’s the moment he spills himself inside you
- The groan he lets out and the swears under his breath have you coming all over again
- Maybe it was just how out of it you were but it didn’t even sound like he was speaking a normal language
- Maybe if you weren’t so cock drunk you’d be able to tell that no human mouth could make those sounds
- He’s kissing all over your neck chest and arms softly whispering praises that lull you to sleep
- “Rest easy now human you’ve been so good for me.”
- Out like a light
- Diavolo knew what was up the moment he left the party with you and just texted him to have a good time
- When you wake up you feel brand new
- Like a factory reset
- You haven’t slept that damn good since the day you were born
- Like ok I see why people wake up early and go jogging now
- Stretching as you sit up your ability to walk has been hindered but you feel great
- Before you can look over and smile at the man that felt like he was doing a ritual on your insides you look down to see a black feather under your hand.
- ?
- Touching it up you look at it.
- It could def be from a fancy pillow or maybe his suit did have like embellishments on it he definitely looked like he made it himself
- Before you can dismiss it you look over to find him still sleeping
- Something about that sight doesn’t make you as relaxed as it should have.
- The feather is the same color as his hair.
- With post nut clarity you notice a few things your hormones hid
- He’s like really tall.
- Like there’s men who are 6”6 and then there’s him who looks a LOT larger than you and definitely the size difference is startling when he’s not bouncing you on his cock
- His hair fades to white at the tips
- He had the sexy older man look to him but he looks like tired almost
- Like kinda exhausted
- Like maybe you fucked him a lil too good last night
- But even then why only the ends of his hair? Like it’s creeping upwards towards his scalp?
- He’s got a few full grey strands here and there but it’s like this pure untouched white
- If you know hair bleaching your hair platinum white is very hard to do
- And with how black his hair is it would be near impossible to life the color entirely without severely damaging it
- And get it looks just as soft as the rest of his hair
- You reach over cautiously to run your fingers through it
- His hair is like Raven black. Not just regular dark brown black
- Almost like the night sky
- He’s also pretty
- We knew that obviously
- But this ethereal looking man sleeping looks so soft so vulnerable and unguarded
- Like it would be easy to hurt him
- Bit something makes the hairs in your neck stand up as if even thinking that would be a death sentence
- Like at any moment your waiting for those piercing red eyes to snap open and look at you not with lust but with anger
- You feel your stomach doing cartwheels as you keep looking him over
- Something in the back of your head that you felt last night is back
- You swallow as your necklace almost seems to burn against your skin
- And suddenly that feeling of being refreshed and rejuvenated feels horrifying
- You shake his shoulder
- “Hey….Lucifer… wake up.”
- Almost immediately hear hear a groan leave those soft lips as he reached up to block the sun from his eyes
- “Apologies I’m usually an early riser. It’s a miracle you woke up before me.”
- That phrasing makes you even more unnerved
- When his eyes meet yours they soften instantly
- Like he’s looking up at you with this warm satisfied smile as if that’s a thank you in itself
- Your too busy looking at every pore on his face like they will give you the answer you’re looking for as he reaches for your hand pressing soft kisses to your palm thanking you for trusting him with your body
- For how divine you made him feel
- A shiver goes down your spine
- “Hey so weird question.”
- He looks up at you as he sits up fully the sheets sliding down his body
- We MUST stay focused y’all eyes on the face
- The face card that never declines
- “Your name was Lucifer right? I didn’t imagine that?”
- A chuckle like honey greets your ears
- “That is right. Still put off by it? You were screaming it so loud I thought that you’d gotten past it.”
- He looks over at you his eyes appreciating how good you look in his bed
- “Fearful you might have summoned him somehow by accident?”
- He’s joking but you are not
- “Yeah…something like that.”
- For a moment he notices the hesitation in your eyes
- “If you’re worried-“
- “No I’m not worried about you being like rosemary’s baby or something—I’m worried that I possibly fucked my boss last night and I didn’t know.”
- He looks at you for a moment and blinks. Then at your necklace
- His symbol so proudly displayed against your neck
- So maybe that wasn’t a decoration
- Huh.
- He’s never one to give himself away so he looks at you calmly
- You clock immediately the way he looks like he’s hiding something. No one is usually that clam and composed and the way he’s calmly asking you questions like a therapist is off putting
- “Your boss? I don’t recall inviting any of my employees to my bed.”
- “No yeah That’s the thing isn’t it?”
- You look at him like dead serious like ok so we both hiding something? Bet.
- “Unless you’re a light-skin Haitian man who was using that “energy” you claimed to love from me during sex to manifest something to to put a love spell on me something is up here.”
- “I can 100% assure you it’s no love spell.”
- “Mhm, so Haitian is still on the table I asks you two things and you only answered the last thing I said”
- He’s lowkey sweating because like what will you do?
- Ok cool he’s the devil
- Now what?
- You gunna freak out and try some banishing spell on him?
- Because like he really doesn’t have the time him and lord diavolo have a train to catch and he has such a good night last night
- Don’t sour it by having him wipe your memory and put you to sleep so he can get dressed in peace and leave :(
- “If I made you uncomfortable i deeply apologize-“
- “No, that was THE best dick I have ever gotten in my entire lie that’s why it’s suspicious. No regular ass man can do that.”
- You lift up the feather and hold it in his face
- “I don see a single Raven around here do you?”
- He freezes
- That cute little thing his avatar did where he gets genuinely shocked and like goes 😦 for a few seconds
- Yeah that
- “Right so let’s be serious for a second. You know what I’m putting down and I know what you’re not picking up.”
- “And if I was Lucifer? Would you start screaming and throwing salt at me?”
- Boy if you don’t take the sarcasm out your fucking voice ….😒
- “Well for starters I’d as you why the fuck my red pens are always missing and why do you feel the need to shatter every nice candle holder I get you?”
- He furrows his brim before your necklace catches the light
- Oh.
- OH.
- That’s what you meant by boss
- He feels a migraine coming on
- Like he didn’t even know he could still GET religious guilt but here we are
- He’s rubbing his temples
- “So That’s not just a mere accessory you like because it’s “spooky”?
- “Not at all.”
- The sigh he lets out she’s him another century she looks at you with this look of “please don’t start I’m so tired this is just more paperwork I have to do”
- “Am I like trouble though?”
- “….Trouble?”
- Human please don’t be vague he’s got a bad heart as an older man :(
- “Yeah like when you said it last night I was like not sure if this was some kinda test like…do you USUALLY go around fucking your devotees? Better girles on TikTok who swear they’re married to you are full of shit-“
- “First off. I was NOT aware you were a follower of mine. There’s not really many of those. Not genuine ones. Ones that know I’m not Satan.”
- “And second what you would you be in?”
- “….I don’t know like I figured like if I fixed a hot man and Lucifer when i go home and light your candle you’re gunna flip out or something.”
- “Who you sleep with as long as your safe is none of my concern.”
- “Yeah well the dick was attached to you so maybe do some of that concerning.”
- He is fighting for his life
- Because he genuinely had a good ass time last night but now he’s like wow the consequences of my actions
- I see why angels were getting punished for sneaking it of heaven and sleeping with mortals
- AND he went in raw
- He will secretly do a little bibbity boppitu boo later to make sure you ain’t got no demons popping out 9 months later.
- He doesn’t need even MORE paperwork to do and an impending celestial realm war on his hands.
- He’s mentally questioning the ethnics of this. Like if diavolo knew if Barbatos can erase this from time of he can take it to the grave and never tell his brothers. If MC knows and already told them.
- His phone isn’t exploding so maybe he’s safe…
- “So you like didn’t know like I was yours??”
- “I don’t mentally carry around a checklist of everyone of my worshipers and their name and faces and I can’t magically tell just by talking to you. You didn’t summon me.”
- “Wait so we just like fucked—raw mind you— and we were unaware of the consequences?”
- “It seems so.”
- “…..So like about my red pens”
- He is pretending to be fed up but he in fact has your brand new red fountain pen in his suit pocket that writes like a dream in blood red ink and dries burgundy
- Hey you wrote like prayers and petitions with him to it so it’s technically his and he can borrow it!
- Don’t be stingy he made your boss pay you overtime for hours you didn’t even clock in for 🙄😒
A/N: listen,,, I’ve been writing fic fie the requests and then I was dragged kicking and screaming into Bruce Wayne’s arms. Nothing I love more than a tired depressed Dilf✨ got a lot more things sitting in the drafts because it’s SO good to do a character study on them and Damian is next I think he should have a cool stepmom. Bruce Wayne I can read your mind🗣️
Cw: ambiguous age but not explicable age gap so imagine what you will, the batfam are WEAK to black women but it’s pretty ambiguous in writing, fellow vigilante reader, Bruce is shit at feelings and can’t communicate, Fem reader, Bruce thinks with his dick before his trauma, his kids are nosey as fuck. oh and like mentions of aphrodisiac chemicals used but only once or twice.
Summary: Bruce could only internally groan at his predicament. He wasn’t to say he’s not sure how he got here but he knows exactly how he ended up here. He’s too grown for a one night stand.
Bruce Wayne:
"—told you they stayed the night!"
Bruce wakes to the muffled voices of giggling adolescents. Terrible timing. Dread settles into his gut as his bleary eyes snap open.
Bruce's biggest mistake was bringing you home. Blaming it on the chemicals he and his fellow vigilante crashed into last night would be convenient. But truthfully, both of you consented before those substances burned through your inhibitions, landing you in his king-sized bed, engaging in activities that his hyper-aware mind keeps replaying. Now is not the time to reminisce, not with the voices of his kids echoing outside. He swallows a groan. You'd think he trained all that boyish cheek right out of them, because that is not how one conducts reconnaissance. He'd do the shameful thing and sneak out, but alas, this grand manor belongs to Bruce.
….Maybe he can politely kick you out without incurring Alfred's wrath and enduring hours of lectures on dignity and respect—two things Bruce has little of at the moment. The scent of coffee and toast wafting in from the doorway indicates that Alfred set up a snack cart outside his door—a subtle reminder to behave. Bruce grimaces. Damned Englishmen and their inane concept of manners. Shifting on the bed, he keeps his eyes fixed on your head and not the bare expanse of your skin that he touched. A lot. He left—his dignity won't allow him to call them 'hickeys' because grown men don't do hickeys—various passion marks on your skin.
This time, Bruce can't quite stifle his groan. He's too old for a one-night stand.
"Christ," he grunts quietly, knowing divine intervention won't be coming.
No one said Bruce Wayne ever had a proper love life. Still, he'd take any endless rant from Gordon about Nightwing's countless motor vehicle violations over his children confronting him. At your groan, Bruce's tense shoulders relax slightly. Part of him expected you to be one of those people who woke up ready to take on the world—another reminder of Bruce's age. When you shift, his muscles tense again. Bruce clears his throat, voice gruff. "Morning," he rumbles, before he's tempted to do something less than honorable. The noise, followed by shifting sheets, pulls attention to you stirring. In the soft light, you look soft and relaxed in his bed, like you belong here.
He knows that's a dangerous thought to entertain.
Bruce says and does nothing as your eyes flutter open, blinking blearily and trying to piece together the circumstances of the previous night. He looks at you for a moment, contemplating whether he can get away with offering you money to keep quiet.
“Mmmmorning..”
That yawning stretch is both distracting and endearing. It's unfair. Bruce watches your movements, taking in every detail from the slight dip of your spine to the flutter of eyelashes. It's a sight he'd become intimately acquainted with.
"Sleep well?"
He asks, already knowing the answer. Even if you slept like a log, your body would be sore from being tangled in him all night.
“Mhm.”
If you weren't so drowsy, you'd notice his jaw clench at the sight of the sheets pooling around your hips, exposing your bare chest. Like most things, it's unfairly alluring to Bruce.
"You've got a choice of coffee or orange juice," he says, nodding at the cart a couple steps from the bed. His voice is still gruff.
“Orange juice please.”
Bruce rises from bed, unashamed at his own nakedness. He crosses to the cart, ignoring the faint twinge in his muscles, and pours you a glass of orange juice. A glance back reveals you sitting up against the pillows, wrapped in his sheets like a makeshift toga. He's never seen a more enticing sight in his life. Bruce ignores the impulse to push you back down and take you again.
"Here."
He returns to the bed and offers you the glass.
“Thanks.”
Bruce watches you drink. Another mistake. He can't help imagining how that mouth felt on other places, wrapped around and- Gods. Not the time. He should've given you a robe or something. Those sheets aren't hiding much and your sitting against the pillows has the fabric slipping lower and lower- He clears his throat, trying to rid his mind of dirty thoughts as he sips his coffee.
"You're welcome," he mutters. There's a satisfied, primal part of his soul that preens knowing that you're still in his bed, his sheets draped over you like a claim.
"Did you...have fun last night?"
He cringes almost immediately afterward. Bruce's pillow talk is abysmal.
“what…?”
The events slowly coming back to you, playing behind your eyelids like a movie. A noise of realization leaves your throat as you nod. Under usual circumstances you’d would be embarrassed beyond belief but after having slept so good and still being tired you can’t really find it to care
“oh yeah. I did. ‘t was ‘fuckin amazing.”
Bruce can't help it when his lips curve in response to your praise. You're still in his bed, still wrapped in his sheets, and now telling him he was amazing in bed—damn his ego for being so smug.
"Mm, I'm glad," he hums, taking another sip of coffee. He sets the cup on the bedside table and leans back against the pillows, eyeing you appreciatively.
"Are you... sore anywhere?"
“Nah, just all over.” Bruce can't help the satisfied smirk that crosses his face at your answer. Knowing he left you in a state of boneless bliss has that primal part of him preening again, like a pleased cat.
"Good," he murmurs, a hint of male pride in his voice as he gazes at you. "It... wasn't too much, was it?" Bruce swallows thickly, the urge to touch you growing. The kids are just outside the door. He shouldn't. He won't.
But maybe he can have just a little taste.
“It was, but in all the ways I like it so you’re good.”
Bruce can't stop the quiet groan that rumbles in his throat at your admission. You look a bit like a fallen angel, all debauched hair and sleepy eyes. The sight is almost too much for his self-control, more than you realized. He shifts subtly, adjusting himself under the sheets.
"I suppose that's a good thing, then."
He keeps his tone even, casual, but his gaze is hot and intense as he drinks you in. Bruce's gaze darkens at your answer. If it weren't for the kids and Alfred, he'd be on you in a heartbeat, pressing you into the bed, and leaving marks all over you that claim you as-- His jaw ticks at the possessive thoughts. No. Not the time. Later.
"Good," he repeats, voice gruff. Still, he makes no move to leave the bed. "You... don’t have anywhere to be?"
Bruce already knows the answer. It's a Saturday, after all.
“Aside from the mission last night my schedule is fully clear to my knowledge.”
Bruce nods in understanding, taking another sip of coffee. The image of your previous mission- that you both stumbled into- flashes in his mind: chemicals, a haze of lust, the taste of you on his lips. He pushes the memories aside as his gaze flicks to your exposed shoulder, then back to your face.
"So you can stay for breakfast," he says, keeping his voice steady even as he desperately fights the urge to pull the sheets off you and devour you. "Alfred is making pancakes."
“Mmm, I haven’t spoken to him in a while it will be nice to see his face again.”
Bruce's smile is a subtle, soft thing as you mention Alfred. The older man has served as a sort of parental figure in Bruce's life. Alfred and Bruce are like family, and hearing you mention his name sparks a warm sense of familiarity.
"He'll be happy to see you."
Bruce hesitates for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze. "Do you... want to get up?" he asks, his meaning clear: ‘or do you want to stay in bed a bit longer?’
“….Not gunna lie I’d rather stay in bed a little longer. It’s so warm and comfortable the thought of getting up and putting on clothes sounds like torture.”
Bruce gives an almost imperceptible sigh of relief as you speak. Part of him expected you to get up the minute he mentioned getting dressed. But you don't. You didn’t. You want to stay in bed, and you have no idea how happy you just made him. With a smirk, Bruce reaches out, sliding his hand under the sheet, and grabs your hip, pulling you closer. He doesn't miss the way the fabric slides farther down your torso, revealing more tantalizing skin.
"You are very articulate in the morning."
“Mmm I’m like barely awake right now honestly. Less of a filter or any sort of shame.”
Bruce smirks at your admittance. You're clearly still half asleep, your guard down, and more unfiltered than he expected.
"You're normally more stoic, less open," he muses, tracing his fingers lightly over your hip. "I like it. It's refreshing."
His eyes take in every inch of skin visible to him, making a mental note of the various passion marks he left behind. It makes him want to see how far down they go.
“I’m more relaxed now. And in a hell of a good mood.”
Bruce chuckles, the sound deep and rich. His hand continues to explore your skin, mapping every curve and contour with gentle, yet possessive touches. His thumb brushes over a mark on your skin, and his gaze darkens a fraction.
"And whose fault is that?" he muses, his voice a low rumble, the sound more intimate without the Batman modulator.
“Yours obviously. Haven’t felt this sore in a while. didn’t know I needed an attitude adjustment that bad.”
Bruce's smirk spreads into a wolfish smile as you mention your soreness. A sense of pride swells in his chest. Knowing he made you feel so good last night that your entire body aches from it makes that possessive part of him purr.
Bruce's touch wanders to your thigh, his hand trailing higher and higher up your skin, his eyes fixed on yours as he speaks:
"I’d be happy to give you another one."
“Yeah? jeez going to tire me out before it’s even noon? Didn’t really expect that from you, B.”
Bruce’s expression is somewhere between a cocky smile and an affectionate smirk. It's almost like he's challenging you. The way you say his nickname in such a low, sultry tone is driving him insane. He continues stroking your skin, his fingers tracing a path up the inside of your thigh.
"If it gets you moaning and crying my name again," he murmurs, his voice dropping in register, "then I think it’s worth it. Besides..."
Bruce's other hand reaches out, his fingers gently grasping your chin as he looks you in the eye.
"You underestimate me.” he rumbles, his hand still stroking your thigh. "I have excellent stamina."
“Ooh wow just like that huh? Ready to go in the morning again? Can’t even enjoy the next morning soreness before you need to start all over again. I won’t be able to walk downstairs to breakfast if you’re that insatiable….Never expected you to be the frisky type. Aside from the sexual tension breaking in the air last night I never got that vibe from you.”
Bruce laughs lowly in response, his hand still tracing over your skin. The sound vibrates through his chest. When your hair falls into your eyes, he gently moves it out of your face. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, his gaze dark and intense. Your words make him smile, and he leans closer, his thumb brushing over your jaw.
"You're a tease," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "You have no idea how much restraint it's taking me not to flip you over and show you just how frisky I can be..."
“Lord, don’t say that. My insides are getting flashbacks.”
Bruce’s laugh is sultry and almost sinister. Your words only feed his hunger. You’re right in front of him, skin bare and marked by his mouth, and still he can’t touch you the way he wants. The way he craves. He can’t give in. Not now. His lips brush over your neck, his breath warm against your skin.
"Mmm,” he purrs, nipping at your pulse point. "I can still taste you. All over my mouth. It's driving me feral."
“Jesus Christ B. You sure those weird chemicals we got hit with aren’t still in effect?.”
Bruce smirks against your neck, his teeth grazing over your pulse point. His hand continues to stroke your skin, his touch like a caress. His voice is low and rough with desire:
"I can promise you, it's all me."
He nips at your earlobe before pulling back, his gaze roaming over your marked body. He wants to add more. Leaving you marked, bruised, sore…
“With you talking like this, it’s a wonder we made it back here last night.”
Bruce releases a low, dark chuckle at your comment. The memory of last night, of stumbling into the manner, shedding clothes and tearing at each other’s skin, flashes in his mind. He doesn’t reply immediately, instead leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses up your neck. His voice is a warm, gruff whisper against your skin:
"It was a close thing, I won't lie."
“It still feels unreal almost, but you’ve got that same look in your eye you did last night. starving. I didn’t think my teasing would make you snap like that not gunna lie.”
Bruce hums against your skin, his lips trailing over your shoulder. The way you tease him is going to be the death of him. The sounds of your chuckles only add fuel to the fire. He can still feel the ghost of your nails digging into his skin, your moans echoing in his ears. He pulls back, eyes dark and glittering as he speaks.
"It took a lot of control, trust me," he says, his voice a low rumble. "If it were up to me, we never would have left that lab."
“Pfft, if it were up to you we’d never leave this bed.”
Bruce chuckles, his hand continuing to roam over your skin. The thought of spending hours, days, in bed with you is incredibly tempting, but he can't. The kids are right outside, and Alfred is waiting in the kitchen. Besides, he has work to do. He sighs, his thumb tracing a lazy circle on your thigh.
"I'd love to stay here forever," he admits, his voice low and rough, “But I'm afraid there are other responsibilities to attend to."
“There usually is-…. There are children behind that door.”
Bruce hears the hushed giggles and whispers on the other side of the door. He knows exactly what’s going on. He can feel the kids’ heartbeats through the wood, like a bat detecting its prey. They’re excited, curious. And they’ve likely been listening for the past hour despite him doing his best to keep his voice low to mask the conversation. Bruce sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly as he acknowledges the reality.
"Yes," he says, his voice dry. He glances at the door, then back to you. “There are kids behind that door.”
“I guess we have to get up then. Wonder if I can actually find all my clothes…”
Bruce’s lips twitch into a smirk at the thought of your clothes. His eyes trail over your naked form, taking in every tantalizing inch, then glance down to the floor. There is a trail of crumpled clothes leading to the bed. No doubt, you’ll have to walk through the minefield of evidence at some point if you want to get dressed. He sighs, sitting up in bed.
"Considering how fast we undressed, I’d say it’s going to be difficult.” He chuckles.
“Yeah I bet.”
Bruce’s eyes rake over your naked form, unabashedly appreciating the view as the sheets fall away. God, you’re beautiful. He has to force himself to look away before he snaps, ripping the sheets off the bed and pinning you back down. His voice is a gruff rumble as he responds.
"No fair," he mutters, reluctantly sitting up on the edge of the bed, his back to you as he tries to reign in his need to touch you all over again.
Chuckling you glance over your shoulder at him as you pick up your costume and start putting some pieces back on.
“Hey,don’t start pouting now. I agreed to stay for breakfast yeah? Can’t get rid of me that easily Bruce.”
His name rolls off your tongue teasingly. It had definitely been a surprise to find out Batman was Bruce Wayne last night but in the haze of trying to rip each others close off the surprise was lost. Even now looking at him like this you can’t help but see Batman and want to tease him. Saying his name felt forbidden in a way,making you want to say it more.
“Anyway, you should get dressed too.”
Bruce's shoulders tense slightly at the sound of his name falling from your lips. Hearing you say it is an odd juxtaposition. At this moment, sitting on his bed, he is Bruce Wayne, but the mention of his name has hints of Batman, Gotham, the mask. He glances over his shoulder at you as you get dressed. Bruce bristles at your teasing tone, his hands clenching into fists in his lap. The way you say his name in that sultry tone makes him want to throw everything aside and drag you back into that bed. But he doesn’t. He stays sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you, his eyes fixed on the floor. He takes a deep breath before responding, his voice low and rough.
"Trust me, the last thing I want is to get rid of you.” he mutters, his jaw clenching. “I’m getting dressed.”
Bruce listens to the sound of clothing rustling, his back still to you. Part of him resents the fact that you’re getting dressed, leaving him here alone. He watches as you put on your clothes, covering up the marks he left on your skin. It sends a primal pulse of possessiveness through him. But he resists the urge to reach out and pull you back into his lap, or at the very least, make sure his mark is still clear on your neck. His jaw clenches as he speaks:
"I’m surprised they haven’t tried to barge in yet.”
“Hah! Even in a drug induced haze of lust I still remembered to lock the door. I wasn’t about to take that chance.”
Bruce huffs out a quiet laugh, a small smile on his lips. You’re as smart as you are beautiful. Locking the door was a wise decision. If you hadn’t, the kids would have been listening to a very different conversation for the past hour. He glances over his shoulder at you, taking in your now clothed form. It seems less appealing now that you’ve covered up the results of their night together.
"Impressive," he rumbles. You had the presence of mind to do that? While his brain was full of nothing but the smell and taste of you? He almost finds it adorable that you think you have such self-control. His lips twitch with a smirk, his voice a low rumble:
"You definitely have more control than I do."
“Once you have a situation happen like that once the anxiety never lets you forget. And doing it inconspicuously while not ruining the mood just was dumb luck on my part.”
Bruce snorts, a chuckle escaping his lips. You’re not wrong. One time was enough to learn that lesson. He knows that from experience. He should be grateful that you’re more reasonable than he is. It’s no wonder things with his previous conquests always ended the way they did. There’s a long, heavy silence as Bruce considers his next words. Instead Bruce sighs, standing up from the bed. He stretches his arms over his head, his bare chest on full display for you. He can feel the marks you left on his skin, stinging slightly in the air. He smirks at the memory of your nails raking down his back. He’s going to have a hard time keeping his hands off you in front of the kids, especially now that he’s had a taste of how good you feel. He groans quietly, running a hand through his messy hair.
“What’s up? I can tell you’re thinking thoughts with that look in your eye. Say whatever it is you’re thinking so hard about.”
Bruce notices your stare, the way your eyes drink in every inch of his exposed flesh. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes linger on his body, appreciating the view. His lips twitch into a smirk, a flash of possessiveness coursing through him. But he’s snapped out of his thoughts as you ask your question. He knows exactly what you’re asking. He looks at you, his gaze intense. He’s thinking of all the things he wants to do to you, all the ways he wants to touch you. But instead of saying any of that, he simply responds with a low hum. He should be grateful that you’re more reasonable and straightforward than he is. It’s no wonder things with his previous conquests always ended the way they did. There’s a long, heavy silence as Bruce considers his next words. He finally speaks, his voice a low rumble, his back still to you:
"You… You didn’t expect to see me again after this, did you?”
“Eh? I… don’t know what you mean?? We work together as vigilantes so it would be kinda stupid not to mention difficult to avoid you especially when you could find me anywhere I managed to hide in Gotham. You’re not exactly easy to run from. Even if it was some awkward tension i wouldn’t let that stop me from doing my job. I feel like that’s a dumbass question even for you B.”
Bruce clenches his jaw at your response. He knows you’re right. Working together as vigilantes would make it near impossible to avoid each other, especially in a city like Gotham. And even if you did manage to run, he’d find you. His eyes are narrowed as he looks at you, studying your nonchalant expression. He can’t tell if you’re being oblivious on purpose or if you’re just dense. His eyes searching your face for any hint of… something. What? He doesn’t know. But the way you answer his question with such plain honesty throws him for a loop. Usually, the women he sleeps with would want to forget about him. It was less messy that way. But here you are, talking about the work you do together like a conversation about the weather. Either way, his tone is a little sharper than he intends when he speaks.
“You’re not getting what I’m hinting at.”
“Please elaborate then because I didn’t understand that at all.”
Bruce huffs, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. You’re being intentionally obtuse. It’s pissing him off, yet he can’t stop the surge of jealousy and possessiveness that he feels towards you. You’re still standing there, looking at him like you don’t understand what he’s saying. Part of him wants to grab you and push you against the wall, to make sure you understand his point clearly. But he doesn’t. You’re forcing him to be direct, to be open and explicit, and he doesn’t like feeling this vulnerable. He turns to face you fully, his arms crossing over his chest. His eyes are intense as he looks at you, his voice a low, tense rumble:
“You didn’t expect to still be speaking to me after tonight, at least not for anything other than work-related business. Right?” He lets out a long sigh, struggling to keep his voice even as he tries to make you understand.
He can just barely make out you tensing up in surprise for a second before shifting your weight to the other foot, expression not giving anything away.
‘You resist the urge to grit your teeth or give away any other actions on how you’re really feeling. It’s silent for a second before you exhaustedly roll your eyes.’
“Do we run into each other at all outside of work? I’m not changing my schedule.”
You’re internally sighing at the back of your mind. You’ve know better than to push against his typical self sabotaging nature. If he was going to push you away. You’d let him until he eventually comes back before the guilt of his actions eat him alive. You have seen him do it enough times to the people around him including the justice league and his kids. Mindful not to start an argument with his kids having their ears pressed up against the door probably trying their best to hear despite you both speaking lowly. You respond back in an equally sharp none keeping an air on nonchalance to mask the hurt.
Bruce clenches his jaw, a mix of frustration and jealousy coursing through him. You’re being infuriatingly stubborn, just like usual. He knows he should back down, let it go. But he can’t. Your words are like a barbed wire around his heart, tightening the more you speak. Your nonchalant attitude is irritating the hell out of him but also causing a wave of desire to shoot through him. How badly he wants to reach out and press you against the wall, to make you understand. But he doesn’t. Is it this annoying for others when he close’s himself off?
“No. You’re right, we don’t-“
“So then that answers your question. Wow you sure do overcomplicate everything.”
Your response only pisses him off more. He wants to grab you and shake you, to make you understand the point he’s trying to make. Yet, a part of him is surprised, impressed, and amused by your stubbornness. It’s just like you to take everything he says literally and not get the hint. His eyes narrow, a hint of annoyance and humor in his tone:
“You’re being deliberately obtuse. Don’t play dumb. It’s not a good look.”
“Boy, If you don’t speak plainly and make your point already.”
Bruce scowls back at you, not backing down from your glare. A part of him wants to back down, to avoid a fight. But the more stubborn part of him, the part that wants you to understand, won’t budge. He lets out an annoyed huff, his voice low and intense:
“I meant that, after tonight, I wouldn’t expect to see you again - on a personal level. As in-” He hesitates, struggling to find the right words. “Not just for ‘work related business.’ ”
“Wait you- Jesus Christ you are needlessly confusing and it’s so aggravating. That wasn’t my intentions at all. Like not even a little bit. At what point did you come to this conclusion in your own brain if I never said anything like that? I know your ass can’t read minds so who gave you this information? Because it’s wrong.”
Bruce scowls, his irritation peaking, his body tensing under your glare. His eyes narrow, the sharp edges of his jaw clenching. He’s annoyed by your stubbornness, by your inability to see what he’s trying to say. Your frustration makes his heart ache and his irritation flare. But your question catches him off guard. He doesn’t think before he speaks.
“No one had to give me that information. It’s just logical. How many of your one night stands do you see again afterwards?”
“Do you think you’re the same as them?? because this is a vastly different situation if you haven’t noticed.”
Bruce’s eyes narrow further at your response, his irritation growing. Part of him knows you’re right, that this situation is different. But his doubts and insecurities are flaring up, causing him to be more defensive and closed off than usual.
“It’s still a one-night stand, isn’t it? They usually end up not talking afterwards for a reason.”
“Bruce. This isn’t a regular one night stand. You’re jumping to hella conclusions, because I’m already thinking of the next time I can wake up in your bed.”
Bruce freezes, his body tensing at your words. He’s caught off guard by your bluntness, but also secretly pleased, excited even. He can feel something stirring in his stomach at the thought of you wanting to be in his bed again. He tries to hide it with a scowl, to keep himself under control. But your statement makes him want to grab you, to feel your body against his again. He doesn’t want you to see how much he’s affected by your words, so he grunts gruffly:
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Aawww, don’t go shutting me out now! We just had a lovely night together followed by a soft morning after. Don’t start getting scared of being vulnerable now. I’ve already seen every inch of you nothing left to hide from me, love.”
Bruce huffs in irritation, his scowl deepening. He knows you’re right - you’ve already seen him in his most vulnerable state. His body, his scars, the pain and pleasure he’s felt in your arms. But he can’t shake off the feeling of vulnerability, of baring his soul to you. It’s not something he does lightly.
“I’m not scared, I’m being practical. It’s not healthy to get emotionally attached.”
“Ugh and here you go with that again. Humans aren’t meant to just go through life alone superhero or otherwise. It’s okay to admit you care about people. And too bad I’ve already gotten attached. After my attitude adjustment I’m going to be in the most pleasant mood for the next 5 business days.”
Bruce glares at you, his irritation growing with your nonchalant attitude. He’s frustrated by your stubbornness, your damnable optimism. He wants to push back, to make you understand the danger of getting attached. But your words cause his heart to skip a beat, his chest tighten with emotion. He clenches his jaw, struggling to keep himself in control.
“This isn’t a joke. Relationships don’t work for me. I can’t afford the risk-“
“Blah blah blah. Yeah, I know and I’m not letting your paranoia self sabotage yet again. Go ‘head and schedule me in for 11:30 on Tuesday by the way. You can’t escape me or my affections, not that I was stingy in giving it to you anyway.”
Bruce lets out a frustrated huff, his scowl deepening at your dismissive wave. How easily you just brush off his concerns, ignore his past experiences. He doesn’t want to admit how much he’s tempted to give in to you. To hold you against him, to taste your skin again, to feel your body writhing under his touch.
“It’s not paranoia, it’s experience. It’s logic, practicality. The city need-.”
“The city needs you to get laid. You think people wouldn’t immediately vouch for Batman to get his dick wet?? Like why jinx it? You and your annoyingly exhausting self sabotage destructive tendencies are truly tiring for everyone around you to constantly be the victim of. And then you feel guilt which makes you repeat the cycle all over again. You deserve to be happy too?? Not sure anyone’s told you that before.”
Bruce’s irritation turns to frustration as you list off his flaws. As if he’s not fully aware of his own issues, as if he doesn’t hate himself for them. As if it’s a choice. He clenches his jaw, his body tensing further as you continue your lecture.
“You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know I’m the one that causes problems, that hurts people? You think I’m not living with the guilt every goddamn day?”
“Yeah and it’s making you go through this exhausting cycle. Allow me to at the very least snap you out of that for a while. Normalcy would be good for you….Also me and Alfred have been talking about you needing it for ages now-“
Bruce’s irritation immediately turns to surprise and embarrassment as you mention Alfred. Of course Alfred would be behind this. He can’t help but wonder what you’ve been saying to him and what you’ve been scheming. The thought of you two talking about his personal life causes his heart to skip.
He scowls, his voice frustrated, defensive, and mildly defensive as he crosses his arms over his chest:
“What exactly do you two talk about?”
“You and your shenanigans.”
Bruce lets out a huff, his irritation growing once more. It’s bad enough that you’re pushing his boundaries and questioning his decisions. But the fact you’ve been talking to Alfred about it, that you’re both ganging up on him behind his back, makes him feel outnumbered, vulnerable.
He glares at you, a mix of frustration and vulnerability evident in his voice:
“I do not have ‘shenanigans’.”
“Yes the hell you do. Also do you like dark blue? Or black better?”
Bruce’s scowl deepens at your persistence. He doesn’t like being ganged up on, and now you’re talking about colors? He looks at you, slightly bemused, still frustrated but also curious.
“What does it matter to you what color I prefer? How did that even come up in conversation?”
“Because I’m thinking of what to wear for Tuesday. So what color?”
Bruce’s irritation eases slightly at your question. He’s momentarily thrown off guard by the realization that you’re already planning for the next time you see each other. He looks you up and down, taking in your appearance, his gaze lingering on your curves longer than it should.
“Black.” he grunts out, trying to hide the hint of desire in his voice.
“Got it.”
Bruce swallows, his gaze not leaving your body. He notices the way your curves fit your clothes, the way your muscles move under your skin. He can barely restrain himself from wanting to reach out, pull you close, and feel your body pressed against his again. His voice is low, a hint of desire in it as he speaks:
“Why are you even asking me about colors?”
“Because. I want to wear nice lingerie under my clothes so I figured I’d ask what color before I go choose an outfit myself.”
Bruce’s heart skips a beat, his body tensing at your words. The image of you in black lace under your clothes is almost too much for him to handle. He swallows, trying to keep his composure but almost failing.
He scowls, trying to hold on to his stubborn resistance, his voice gruff and strained:“Why do you care what I think?”
“Huh? Because if I’m going to show up to get fucked stupid I want to at the very least look nice.”
Bruce lets out a huff of frustration, his annoyance returning in full force. He can practically hear the eye roll in your voice. How are you so damn confident and stubborn at the same time? It drives him crazy.
“You always look nice. You don’t need to wear fancy lingerie or anything for me.”
“Yes, but I rarely have a reason to wear them so let me have this and just enjoy it when you see it. And thank you.”
Bruce rolls his eyes, still trying to resist giving in to you. But the image of you in black lace is still stuck in his mind. It’s making it increasingly more difficult to not act on his desire for you.
“Fine. I’ll look forward to it. But don’t get too cocky just because one night together went well.”
“I’m confident the next night will be equally if not more electrifying.”
Bruce lets out a huff, his irritation fading once more. Your confidence and stubbornness are exhausting, but he can’t deny they’re also endearing. He’s starting to question his own resistance to this situation.
“Cocky, aren’t you?” he grumbles softly. His heart is beating too fast for comfort, his thoughts swirling with images of you, bare and writhing under him in lace.
“Absolutely. If you think I can’t feel your eyes burning a hole through clothes from here you’re dead wrong.”
Bruce doesn’t answer immediately. He’s caught, guilty as charged. His gaze has indeed been roaming over your body, taking in every curve, every muscle. He can’t deny he wants you again, badly. Your confidence just makes him want you even more, and it’s driving him crazy. He scowls, pretending to look away as if he wasn’t just mentally stripping you with his eyes.
“Shut up.”
“mhm, let’s go get breakfast. I’m actually hungry now and teasing children will not deter my stomach.”
Bruce grunts, still a little flustered and frustrated with your confidence and stubbornness. But he admits that he’s a little hungry too.
“Fine. We can go to the kitchen. The brats will be there and we’ll have to deal with their stupid comments.”
He stands and starts heading out of his room, with you following behind him.
“And quit calling them children. They’re like 18-26 years olds.”
“And yet they were outside the door giggling and whispering like 7 year olds.”
Yeah, this will be a long morning indeed..
This was the cute version. The other versions is longer and Bruce fucks you like a man possessed😔✊🏿 wasn’t sure if I should post that one or this so here’s a little snippet of that:
“Mkay…. next time leave it in when we go to sleep. Feels ‘snicer that way.”
Jesus Christ-.
Bruce's breath hitches, a low growl slipping past his lips before he can stop it. He forces himself to focus on your sleepy glance, watching you nuzzle into his chest like a content puppy.
He shifts his body, trapping your hips with one muscled thigh, his grip on your hip tightening.
His voice is roughened, filled with desire.
"That an invitation, sweetheart?"
“mhm. You can do it even when I’m asleep I trust you.”
Christ, you're going to be the death of him.
Your sleepy admission to trust him makes his chest ache, a pang of something he refuses to acknowledge hitting him right there. You sound like you mean it, too. Bruce lets a low, strangled moan slip, nuzzling your hair and wrapping his free arm around your middle.
He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his hand going even lower, possessive and greedy.
"Can I, right now?"
“Yeah.”
God.
He’s going to start calling you a vixen instead of sweetheart, with those bold little words. Every breath of yours against him feels like a flame to the gunpowder that’s his body. He lets out a hoarse sound, part of him still in disbelief that this is happening.
“You drive me insane,” he grumbles, his low voice filled with unbridled desire. But even after everything, even after a night of letting instincts take over, a night of being completely open and vulnerable with someone, Bruce hesitates.
He needs for you to be sure, for you to want this, even if you’re only half awake.
He keeps his hand on your hip, his other hand gently tilting your chin up so he can look at you, his eyes meeting yours.
“Tell me you want this, sweetheart. Tell me you want me.”
“Bruce if you don’t fill me up and stop waking me up from sleeping I’m going to be real irritated.”
His breath hitches. Hard.
Bruce grits his teeth as he growls, feeling the last of his self-control drain away. He can’t hold in his possessive desire anymore, not with you looking up at him, needy for him.
He’s not a good man, he might even be a bad man. But you look at him like he’s your everything, and it drives him over the edge. His grip on your hip tightens, his breath hot against your ear.
“Can’t have you irritated, sweetheart.”
His voice is deep, roughened, the sound of it sending shivers down your spine.
He grabs your leg, slinging it further up against his body. His eyes are dark, nearly feral as he kisses right below your ear, his teeth nipping your skin. His voice is deep, roughened, the sound of it sending shivers down your spine.
“I’m gonna take care of you, sweetheart. Gonna make sure you feel good.”
He tightens his grip on your hip, his other hand tilting your chin up. His lips brush your ear as he growls between ragged breaths,
“Close your eyes, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel good .”
“Bruce’s heart clenches at your sleepy little nod. How did he end up here, this morning, in bed with you, feeling more real than he has in years? He doesn’t know, but he’s not going to question it.
He tightens his grip on your hip, his other hand tilting your chin up. His lips brush your ear as he growls between ragged breaths, “Close your eyes, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel good.”
Your surrender, even in your sleepy state, makes his chest tight. He can’t remember the last time he’s felt this wanted.
He presses his lips against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses across your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.
“Good girl. Stay just like that.”
His hands glide and roam across your body, touching and caressing you, wanting to re-familiarize himself with the curves of every inch of you. He’s possessive, a bit rough, even. He needs to remember every inch. He needs to touch you, to make sure you’re real and not a mere dream that’ll disappear the moment he wakes up. His mouth never strays far from your skin, as if starved for the taste of you. He’s almost feverish in his desire, his hands and mouth working to find every sensitive spot that makes your breath hitch and your body arch. He’s hungry, needy, desperate to keep you in his arms, to make everything else fade away besides the feeling of your skin against his.
Feeling a familiar ache in his core he sucks more bruises into your skin. keeping your leg resting where it is he shudders as he reaches down to press into you. an unholy sound crawls out of his throat as his entire body shudders. it feels like his entire body is engulfed in flames and he doesn’t mind burning up. Biting down on his lip hard as he feels you react in your sleep, he distracts himself with kissing your scalp and holding you close. He can’t comprehend how you’re so cute and So sinful hair a mess on his pillows and you dead asleep.
His teeth leave dark marks on your skin, claiming you as his. His fingers dig into your hip, holding you close, anchoring himself to you as the fire burns hot between his legs. He can hear his heartbeat in his ears, the sound of your name on his lips like a prayer.
“I can’t… I need…” He doesn’t even finish his sentence. He just moans, low and guttural, his breathing ragged and rough. His teeth leave dark marks on your skin, claiming you as his. His fingers dig into your hip, holding you close, anchoring himself to you as the fire burns hot between his legs. He can hear his heartbeat in his ears, the sound of your name on his lips like a prayer.
“You’re so good, sweetheart. So perfect. So goddamn mine, whether you realise it or not.”
He nuzzles your hair, his eyes closed as he relishes the feeling of your warmth against him. He nuzzles your hair, his eyes closed as he relishes the feeling of your warmth against him.
A/N: WHY THE FUCK DID I NOT THINK OF THIS BEFORE?? I TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO MIX MY WITCH HCS WITH BLUE LOCK AND OFC THE EX HARRY POTTER KID WITH THE STEM CAREER PARENTS WHO CRUSHED HIS DREAMS WOULD FOAM AT THE MOUTH!! Was word vomiting onto a page and this came out and I’m like??? Fuck yeah??
TAGLIST: @priv-rose
Alexis Ness:
- I am SO excited for this🗣️
- First of all fuck Harry Potter and fuck JK rat ass Rowling
- Good now That’s that’s out of the way
- He would literally be star struck like he def wouldn’t tell you he believes in stuff like that bc of his childhood
- But like when he sees your so chill he might joke around with superstitions
- But when you know more of them than he does,,,,?
- “Don’t forget! Salt over your left shoulder!”
- “Plant rosemary by your garden gate,lavender for luck and blow cinnamon into your house on the first of the month.”
- “I- what?”
- Putting some sigils for focus and luck in the shoes
- In the inside of the compression suit
- Reading incantations before a game to help(aka mumbling them while pressing kisses to his face)
- Putting a hex on the other team or players you don’t like (Kaiser)
- Kisses as a good luck charm
- Kissing isagi eyelids and forehead so he can smell his goals😔💕
- Charming a necklace he wears during games
- Putting something in his phone case for good measure so he can accidentally not respond to his family or kaisers texts💕
- You could put a little soccer ball charm on your altar for him🥺
- Alexis ness: Love please don’t hex the opposing team I want to win on my own
- Also ness: so like if you COULD hypothetically make isagi twist his ankle,,,,,
- He’s so funny and silly
- Asking you to turn people into frogs
- “It doesn’t work like that beloved”
- I like to think he would go to haunted places and drag you along
- If this is before he knows you’re a witch
- He pretends he just wanted to see the location and he don’t belive in ghosts n stuff
- Even tho he researched like 600 ghost protection methods before yall got here
- The two of you go in, joking around and having fun in the worn down building but the two of you stop dead in your tracks as you hear something?Footsteps...that aren't yours or his.
- Ness clutching you like a damn lifeline
- Your hearts are both pounding in your chests as you walk through the halls, unsure of what is making that noise that doesn’t sound like it’s coming from an animal…
- Mama ain’t raise no Bitch
- So you just straight up yell💀
- “Fuck off! go bother someone else!”
- Poor baby Ness quickly clamps his hand over your mouth, his eyes wide at your outburst. Whatever was making noise in the abandoned hospital immediately stops making noise tho 💅🏿
- Ness gives you the “you’ve lost your damn mind” look
- “Hey! Maybe don’t make whatever it is more pissed off-!”
- “That’s how you banish ghosts! so unless it’s something more dangerous you can tell them to kick rocks! We’re technically on their territory but like same thing I guess. They can’t do much but scare us and I’ve got like 10 protection charms they can’t really do much.”
- Pause
- Rewind
- Excuse me?
- “Y’all got about three seconds to get the fuck up out my way and two of ‘em are already gone because I don’t count shit but money so get to stepping Casper!”
- He’s going to propose to you
- “ Wait! You’ve got protection charms-!?”
- Ness is side eyeing you hard asf rn😭
- Not in a bad way but a “when was this??” Type of way bc he knew nothing of this
- “Ok then…but what about those ghost hunting shows! like there’s those that say that if they get pissed off they can hurt you for being on their ‘property’ if I remember correctly..”
- Like he’s pulling out his ghost busters encyclopedia lmao
- “Those are fake and I’m a witch they can’t fucking touch me. I’ve talked to demons🙄Some old grumpy spirit can’t do much but give me nightmares and even then they’ll have to box me about it”
- Lmao he’s like full stop staring at you wide eyed
- Kaiser baby you’ve been dethroned I fear
- A new emperor about to spin the block😔✊🏿
- Oh! And not let him hear you WORK with deities
- He will be like a kid in a candy store
- Like trauma suddenly gone lmao
- His ugly ass momma saying all that vile shit to him as a baby suddenly never happened
- He’s living his Peter Pan dreams!!
- Ness’ jaw drops to the floor as he hears you list out the demons you’ve worked with.
- Kinda thinks you’re making fun of him at first so he bristles at you but when he sees you’re not even smiling about it he’s even more shocked
- “So..you made a deal with them or something-? If you did that’s like….your soul is basically his now, right!?”
- “Not really? I just had to ask nicely.”
- Lmao he’s like trying to rewire his brain right now
- Nagging voices at the back of his head telling him
- Magic isn’t real and there’s probably a logical explanation for all of this like you’re so clearly kidding
- “Y-You’re like…a legit witch? Like you can do magic and summon stuff!?”
- “Yep”
- He stares for another few seconds before a smile creeps onto his face, his eyes going wide with amazement?
- Like you can actually see the stars
- “Dude this is SO COOL! You’re like a bad ass witch! Wait…CAN YOU DO MAGIC RIGHT NOW!?”
- Dragging you through the hospital as suddenly he done forgot about the shorts or whatever
- You flinch at something dripping but he don’t even turn around to look at it he’s rambling to himself for the most part
- “Alex baby It’s not like Harry Potter but I do curse people and do old ancient spells and stuff. Like I’m technically doing magic right now? I have a protective charm on us so nothing can try anything funny-“
- “A PROTECTIVE CHARM?! YOU CAN DO PROTECTION MAGIC TOO!”
- Lord
- He grabs your hand and starts yanking it
- Chill out???
- he’s excited about this magic stuff and as he holds your hand, he seems so innocent and curious about all of this now.
- “Show me some magic…PLEASE?”
- “Like what spell do you want? And again not like flying magic. It’s more…I guess stuff close to that? Still within the realm of reality. But I mean technically your parents do magic too right? They’re scientists. And just before you know how something works doesn’t mean it’s less magical yknow?”
- Ignoring the fact that last part is what sparked this entire head canon I’m right leave me alone
- “Eh..scientists are just nerds who figure out how things work, not really magical.”
- He’s gunna start pouting, he didn’t really believe in his parents nerdy sciencey stuff
- but your magic that’s WAY more interesting! Magic! Actual magic! How cool is that!
- “Magic isn’t just something you can’t understand. Like think of it. We don’t know shit about gravity and it’s still just a theory but if I drop something it falls right? Same principal. Things seen and unseen in this earth are magic. Like you can use chemistry in spell work all the time. like urine and bleach make chloramine gas and I’ve used that in curses.”
- See he only heard that last part I’m afraid
- was DEF not expecting the last part to come out from your mouth
- “I’m….You…put piss…into your curses?”
- “I WILL call the ghosts to come jump you on my behalf…”
- That got his ass In check real quick lmao
- “like the possibility that I CAN. Like it could be for a nightmare curse. Throw in some poppy seeds for mental unrest and nightmares, vinegar to sour their mind and maybe black pepper to get them to leave your life really fast.”
- “Huh…so piss, seeds, vinegar and black pepper in a mixture makes a nightmare curse…”
- “Why did you write that down….”
- Hope your grimore or whatever isn’t like private bc he WILL dig through that every chance he gets
- Got all the books on your shelves unorganized and fucked up be he done ran through them
- Like can you have some class??🙄
- Sits and stares at your altar for hours
- Like he’s looking at everything on it to see if he can figure it out
- No that table cloth is blue because that’s all I had leave me alone!!
- Back to deities
- He will always be polite
- Nothing if not a gentlemen
- Will say hello to them before YOU walking into the crib
- Like you know when a boy is so polite he talks to your whole family before even remembering he came there for you?
- That’s him
- “Hi great grandma! I bought you some of that liquor you like”
- Leaves more offerings then you I’m afraid
- He’s so baby deer coded they love him
- Everyone and they momma will ride or die for him.
- So like don’t let Kaiser be within a one Mile radius of your house and talking bad to him
- Matter fact? Don’t even watch his games in your home
- Bc now everyone mad
- “Why is he disrespecting my baby like that?”
- Like house is in shambles
- “Go give this to him”
- “What? But wasn’t this mine-“
- “Did I stutter?”
- He’s so beloved
- “I call him old man a lot. Or like Lucy-“
- “Lucy….king of hell, devil incarnate, Lord of the Underworld, and one of the most infamous fallen angels. And you call him LUCY?!”
- Jokes that your food is made with love but like now he’s not sure it’s a joke at this point….
Hi, I'm sorry if this bothers you (if it does, please ignore it) but there's a poll going on and I was wondering if you/your followers could vote for bllk? Since it's not as popular as it should imo
Here's the link if you're interested: https://www.tumblr.com/animeyanderelover/750822894213464064/ill-let-you-vote-now-for-what-you-would-like-to?source=share
A/N: Morning to all the baddies✌🏿Nothing gets you in the mood to write than starting something brand new and not working on WIPs😘 based off a rly cute TikTok I saw I think isagi would be one of the ones to meet his S/O in a super cute way
CW: black reader but not rly focused on, bad grammar it’s like 4:45 am sorry,foreigner reader, was gunna sneak in like artist reader or something but the way it’s so ambiguous is cute, Bachira the pot stirrer, he also knows Spanish a little,U-20 captain isagi?? polyglot reader, She’s afro latino, Isagi falling in love at first sight. Let me know if I missed anything!
TAGLIST: @priv-rose
"Did you see the way shidou kicked rin?” Bachira could barely breathe as memories of today’s practice filled his mind— he looked over at isagi, who was shaking his head in faux disappointment, trying to hide a smile.
“Course i did, poor rin.” Isagi chuckled, running a hand through his hair. the striker was about to add onto his sentence but the feeling of someone bumping into him distracted him. he peered over his shoulder, a small smile on his face when he saw who it was. “mm… you good?”
Looking up at him with apologetic eyes she anxiously rushes out her words.
“Ah, im Sorry!”
“It's fine, it was an accident, it happens." Isagi smiled softly, and that smile would remain on his face even as he noticed her hair. his eyes lingered on it for a moment too long, taking in the way it was pushed out of her face, the colour of it.
“Nice hair."
“Huh?” He watches as she brings a hand up to her hair reflexively fidgeting with it. “oh uh thanks. I like yours too….”
“You do? thank you, it's nothing special." He smiled still staring down at her hair. he realized he was staring and cleared his throat. After a brief moment, he spoke. Trying to clear the awkwardness.
“Hey, just out of curiosity, where are you from?" He fumbles out awkwardly internally wincing at how nervous he sounded. But he was curious as to the way she spoke. her accent sounded familiar to him, almost foreign.
“I guess but it really suits you! Shapes your face really well. And, I mean… if you’re asking where I was before Japan I’m from America.”
“Oh you think so?" Isagi's cheeks had begun to turn red, he could feel the blood rushing to his face as he smiled sheepishly Rubbing the back of his neck.
‘America? He was right, he thought. She spoke differently.’
“Ahh, you're an American, yeah? Is that why you speak funny?" He teased playfully, smiling down at her. Watching her wince a little at his words and he immediately felt embarrassment wash over him. Saying she talked weird wasn’t really polite was it? He watches as she chuckles nervously at him.
“ah, kinda? America has a lot of different accents depending on region so I’m not sure which one takes precedence when I speak Japanese. Nodding his head in relief she didn't deny it, so isagi decided to continue with his questioning.
“Okay, but what region are you from? Are you from the South?" Tilting his head slightly, his eyebrow cocked, curiousity sparking in his eyes.He tries to hide his smile as he watches her face morph into shock. Her eyes were really pretty from where he was standing…
“That easy to tell huh?”
“Yeah." Isagi snickers, he continued. "The way you speak….it's different— a lot more laidback, but not like the Tokyo-y, or Osaka accents. The American accent isn't quite heavy, but not super light either. There's no way it’s something like Texas, Florida, or California, but I'd guess somewhere in the South, closer to the South-east. Am I right?" Looking at her expectantly he can’t help but get lost in her eyes.
“….. Spot on again. I moved from Texas but I was born and raised in the east coast so sometimes I’m New York sometimes I sound more like Houston or New Orleans. Depends on the words I’m saying and how fast I’m talking.” He was actually surprised that he'd managed to guess correctly not one, but twice! With the way the corners of his lips crept upwards, he didn't realize how much he liked talking to her. As the conversation continued, he found himself smiling.
“Wow, so you're just all over the place huh, like a rainbow?" His heart fluttered hearing her giggle reach his ears. It sounded so melodious.
“yep!” Humming in thought he shoots her a smirk. “It'd be interesting to hear how you speak, like if you were super angry or something." The black haired boy teased, not realizing the flirtatious implication it could have.
“I’ve been told I talk faster and with more force so probably New York. And then I speak Spanish too so definitely that.” At the mention of her being able to speak a third language, Isagi's eyes widened. He leaned closer his curiosity growing.
“You can speak Spanish?"
“Mhm. My family is Latin American so Spanish fluency runs through my family.”
Isagi's eyes twinkled with an undeniable sparkle of curiosity. he was definitely intrigued. He’s only heard some of the players on opposing teams he’d play curse at him in Spanish but never actual full on sentences. his lips curved upwards slightly. "Can you speak it right now? If you don't mind." He watches as her eyes far around for a second before letting his again. He felt a little bad for putting her on the spot like that but not bad enough to take it back.
“Oh uh sure. Uhh” She hums for a second before clearing her throat.
“Hola, isagi y bachira. Encantado de conoceros. Los dos sois muy guapos.”
(Hi, isagi and bachira. Nice to meet you both. You are both very handsome)
Isagi's eyes widened with amazement, a look of pure joy on his face. he clapped his hands together. “That's amazing! You speak it so well!" His face flushed at the compliment.
“You know what, I have a question for you." His grin grew into a bigger, brighter smile. Her way of speaking had a certain musical quality to it. He watched her closely all the while, his eyes taking her in, and listening to the way she spoke. She'd said something about them being handsome he thinks? He looked at Bachira who'd been witnessing the conversation the entire while, he noticed his friend's eyebrows raise slightly, and a small smile come onto his lips.
‘Did she just call us handsome?’ Bachira mouthed to him. He knows Bachira definitely isn’t fluent playing in Spain and spending time around Lavinho he must’ve picked up on some. He understands it better than he does English anyway. Feeling his heart racing he looks at her without missing a beat.
"Can I try something?" His gaze didn't waver from the way her lips curved at the sides, her smile being a mere testament of her good features.Quirking an eyebrow at him she looks at him confused for a second before cautiously replying.
“Okay?”
“Say my name." Isagi said, his words laced with a soft breath. Taking half a step closer he watched her lips closely, taking in how each syllable looked as it left her lips. He heard her breath hitch as those beautiful eyes widen looking up at him.
“Yo- I mean Isagi Yoichi.”
He couldn’t help but smirk at the way she said his name. he'd told her to do so, he'd expected it, but the way she'd said his name had his heart beating out of his chest..
"Say Bachira." She chuckles smiling at him confused but obliging him anyway.
“Bachira.” Isagi's gaze remained fixated as he watched her lips form each syllable. He was enjoying this and his brain hadn't quite caught up with the fact that he was enjoying this.
“Say your own name." She smiles at him before speaking her own name. He can’t help the shiver that runs up his spine. The way the words flowed out of her mouth like honey, her tongue curling around every vowel. He would do anything to hear her talk forever if he could. The way her accent was almost hypnotic to his ears. It seemed even her name had no special effect on him.
“I have to tell you, your accent is so cute." He tilted his head slightly as he continued.
"One more thing." The stunned look on her face had him biting back a smile. That deer in headlights look was absolutely precious. It wasn’t until then did he notice the difference between them. The way she looked up at him made something inside him go absolutely wild.
“Oh. Uh thanks.”
“How about you say... isagi yoichi is an absolute cutie?" He teased playfully. He knew when saw her flustered face he had to tease her just a bit more. Like if he’s gunna try and shoot his shot he’s going to put himself at an advantage. Grinning, he was having so much fun, he forgot Bachira was watching the two of them carefully now. His eyes darting back and fourth between the two.
“Yoichi Isagi es precioso.”
The athlete felt his heart stop. He wasn't actually expecting her to do it! And so quickly without any hesitation. He was stunned into silence. His jaw had dropped and his cheeks were blazing bright. Bachira hadn't missed or misread what had just happened. He laughed quietly, a smile tugging at his lips.
‘Damn.. Did that really just happen? Talk about matching energy.’
She laughing seeing his flushed face. He looked like he was trying to find words but forgot how to speak at all.
“Uh,you ok?” Isagi who was was still blushing, lifted the corners of his mouth tilted upwards in embarrassment and joy. Bachira was just barely holding back a laugh. When he found his voice he finally managed to speak after a moment.
“Y-yes. I'm very okay." Isagi's voice was still laced with embarrassment, but he continued anyway. “Can I ask you something though?”
“Hm?”
“Do you have a boyfriend?" His voice still laced with embarrassment, but there was genuine curiosity behind it now. He tries to steady his heart as he looks at her expectantly. He watches as she looks at him surprised stuttering out her words.
“W- I- no?? Like I don’t. I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Isagi nodded, his mind reeling. This day was wild already, she was flirting with him, he was flirting with her– it was really something else. He couldn't deny that the idea of her not being taken was something that gave him the confidence to continue.
"You don't?" He asked again, this time a little slower just to hear her say it. His eyebrows rose, his cheeks were hot with embarrassment, his mind began to race. Deep blue eyes remained on her, he couldn't help staring. He didn't need any other confirmation other than this. he smiled softly, trying to hide just how happy her answer made him.
“Oh, So that means there's no one who'd come and beat me up if I asked you out?" He asked her jokingly, but his voice still remained soft.
“o-oh uh no that wouldn’t happen….” Smiling wider as he caught onto the fact that she'd blushed. She was too adorable, the way her eyes were looking at everything but him. Her hands nervously pulling at her shirt. That, and her soft, smooth voice was sending him into a state of bliss.. And he was starting to get carried away. His grin grew.
“Wellll... Can I ask you something then?"
“Y-yeah?” Shyly looking up at him he noticed the tips of her ears looking red.
“Would you like to go out with me?" He had put all his cards out on the table now and was waiting in anticipation as he asked her. He could hardly believe that he'd gotten to the point of asking her this. His heart was beating out of his chest and there was something happening in his stomach. It wasn't pleasant... The nerves were eating away at him.
“Mhm….i would.” Isagi felt his breath catch in his throat as she agreed. His cheeks were heated, his palms were sweaty, his fingers were trembling. He couldn't breathe. Everything about this felt surreal, there had to be a catch. But, no. It was really happening, he really just asked her out on a date and she agreed.
“Really?" He watches intently as she rocks on the heels of her feet looking away from him. “Mhm.”
His heart was still beating out of his chest. His whole body felt tingly as his cheeks grew hotter. Her answer had taken him by surprise, it'd been a lot easier than he thought it'd be to ask her. His eyes were drawn towards her lips, they were so cute and looked so soft…
Just before he could say anything though, Bachira coughed.
"Isagi?"
Jolting she glances over at him flushing in embarrassment forgetting he was there. She’d completely put all her focus on the boy flirting with her. Bachira looked more like an amused observer, his lips curled up into a small smile. Isagi was flustered to have been caught staring, he snapped out of his thoughts to glance over at him. He felt his face grow even more hot.
“W-what?"
He felt a wave of embarrassment slack him in the face as his friend’s laughter rang out. he'd been enjoying watching what was going on behind the scenes. Bachira's teasing was usually directed towards Isagi, who was easy to tease. So, seeing him be the one getting teased for once and being affected this much by was entertaining.
"You're all red, man.." Bachira teased, the corners of his lips remained curled upwards.He whips his head around to hear the girl snickering at him, hand over her mouth.
“Shut up." Isagi tried his best to sound annoyed, but his voice came out sounding flustered. He was very flustered, he was still red like a tomato. His mind couldn't seem to come up with anything else.. The only thing his body was focused on was her. Her pretty face, her soft voice, her sweet smile, her laugh…. Flinching he felt her grab his hand and he froze.
“Here.”
His heart skipped a beat as she grabbed his hand and held it firmly. He couldn't help, his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. Was she really holding his hand? Her touch was so soft... her grip was gentle, yet firm.. He found himself trying not to close his eyes in that brief moment. She steps closer to him turning to hold her hand in front of him. He was hoping she couldn’t feel his heart beating out of his chest as her back pressed up against his chest. He feels frozen where he stands as she writes her name and number across his wrist.
“How about you can decide after you win your next game yeah? I’ll be watching so don’t disappoint me.”
His eyes remained on her as she wrote her number down on his wrist, their thumbs grazing together and sliding together for a brief moment. The feel of her grip on his wrist had Isagi's body tingling and his mind racing. He was taken aback by her gesture, but his mind was only focused on one thing right now. She wanted to watch him? She'd be there... watching him? Isagi couldn't help, he grinned, his pulse was rising. Once she finished she moved away from him letting his wrist fall. Capping the pen she held she tapped the end on his nose smiling at him.
“Don’t disappoint me now pretty.” Isagi was startled by her words. For the first time in his life, he was called pretty. His cheeks went red and that one word alone caused his entire world to stop moving around him, he felt so warm.
“I don't plan on it. You'll see, I'll be impressive." He said, his tone was much more confident than he'd meant to sound. She rolled her eyes at him letting a huff leave her lips.
“I’ll definitely hold you to that Mr egoist.”
“Oh?" Smirking he was aware that she was teasing him.He chuckled as it was his turn. “You have no idea..I'm gonna do my damn best to go all out in the game and win." He was already confident. His ego was growing, but he didn't mind that. He had every right to be confident with the skills that he had. His cocky smile remained on his lips.
“I expect to see you there?" He watches as she swallows hard looking up at him. She felt her face heat up at the look of determination in his eyes.
“y-yeah definitely. I’ll keep my eyes on you the whole time….”
Now isagi could feel the adrenaline running through veins. This was all so new to him, the way she was acting so flirty, the way her eyes were on him and her cheeks were flushed just by his look.. The way she was talking right now was making his whole world spin again. Smiling he was enjoying the feel of all those butterflies. He let go of her hand finally and he looked away for a second.
“Okay, then. I guess I'll see you there." He finally said as he turned to leave. Clutching his jacket in hopes to stop his heard from beating so loudly in his ears. He was on cloud 9 and he couldn’t even process this moment being real.
“Yeah… bye yoichi. See you there.” Isagi waved at her, turning to exit. He felt her eyes still lingering on him as he went. His mind was filled with so many thoughts right now. He couldn't believe that he'd done that, he couldn't believe that it had happened... But, it did happen. He had got a date. He had a date with the prettiest girl he'd ever met. That didn't seem real, and he couldn't be happier about it. As he left the gym, Bachira was waiting for him with a smug look on his face.
“You got a date?" Bachira asked, watching him as he approached. Isagi's cheeks were glowing bright red, his grin was infectious. "Shut-up." Isagi snapped back, clearly feeling flustered still. His hands were trembling ever so slightly and he was aware that it was all over his facial expressiosn. He attempted to hide his emotions but to no avail, he was just too excited for his own good.
“Awwwww Come on, you can't lie! I can see it all over you, your face is bright red and your lips got this dumb grin on em. You're down bad when you're flustered, and the way she was looking at you? Yeah, you got a date." Bachira said excitedly as he watched his friend trying his best to hide his emotions.
“Shut. up." He said, a hint of frustration in his voice. Isagi didn't want to acknowledge that his friend was right, but he had a point. He was right. Isagi could still feel her hand on his wrist. He felt like he could still feel her breath on his skin. His cheeks were red, his hands were shaking. All because this damn date.
Can you do Blue Lock Sae x female reader x Rin? The brothers are fighting for her love.
A/N: I SURE THE FUCK CAN!! The itoshi effect is hating them both and then post backstory explanation coming to like them both a lot😔
TAGLIST: @priv-rose
Sae & Rin itoshi:
- okay so boom
- Had another OC though of being like a counselor at blue lock bc none of them boys is right in the head😭
- You have previous connections to Sae bc you were a counselor for another team he was on and his manager liked you so he would schedule private sessions
- Ended up in you leaving bc he’s so frustrating but alas fate has other plans
- You show up to the U-20 match bc DUH
- Anri doesn’t have any money to hire a manager also so you’re taking over that role
- Sorry😔
- Anyway rin comes to respect you for dragging him by his eyelashes about his trauma
- “So are we gunna start with hating yourself and thinking you’re not good enough to prove a point to your shitty brother OR are we working on your material conditions that stem from that today?”
- “…..off yourself”
- Like he can’t say shit back bc you got em!
- Comes in often enough now that he doesn’t schedule sessions he just shows up to spill the tea
- (Isagi and bachira are the same. the spies on the inside that tell you how the others are doing)
- He comes in and flops down in the chair
- “I’m not looking forward to seeing him. Why the fuck did they call HIM to help the team? His ass should have stayed in Spain!”
- “Oh I hear ya, I’m not looking forward to even making eye contact with his ass either. I’m counting on yall to win.”
- “The game-“
- “I want yall to crush him. I have my own personal beef with him.”
- “…….im not asking how.”
- You’re being restrained from jumping over the divider during the game to go swing on Sae
- Like did you see that?? THE AUDACITY
- DID NOBODY ELSE IN THE WHOLE STADIUM HEAR THAT SHIT??
- Yeah I would have swing on his ass right when the final whistle blew
- Better than me for him to get that mess out his mouth about isagi
- Would have stood up and clocked his ass
- When they’re all jumping all over each other celebrating you can feel the bad vibes coming from rin
- It’s suffocating
- You run to the locker rooms to catch him and bump into sae(accompanied by shidou)
- “……”
- Glaring at his ass
- Give him the dirtiest look ever
- And then turn to Ryusei smiling like you saw a puppy
- “Hey Ryu! Wonderful performance you put on today. You definitely stole the show.”
- Like lmao just ignore him pls
- After saving rin from going off the deep end; bc baby I’m so sorry that an ugly ass bitch would say something like that to you
- Their two week vacation starts
- Rin is surprised to see you in not work clothes chilling like a regular person
- Ends up hanging out with you a lot bc you’re the only one who he can speak freely to
- Unfortunately his brother is also back in the country
- Running into Sae while hanging out with his brother was NOT on your vacation bingo card but here we are
- “You’re here?”
- “I could really say the same to you. You haven’t gotten citizenship to stay your ass over there yet?”
- Flashback✨ y’all had a casual thing back in the day because when he’s not closed off he can be pretty fun to be around
- Then he let a white man get in his feelings and refused to talk about them and lashed out on you
- So he just kinda got these feelings and nothing to do with them
- Didn’t think he’d ever see you again to be honest so now stuff that he buried ages ago is in his face
- Can’t tell you sorry. Doesn’t know how.
- Sees you smiling and doting on rin how you used to him and can’t help but get jealous
- Makes sure to approach you when rin isn’t around
- You go to the kitchen to get water boom he’s there too now
- “Jesus Christ do you ever announce yourself?”
- “You’re in MY house”
- “Is it your house if you only show up one a year?”
- Can’t help but start arguments when he just wants to talk regularly
- Rin already picking up what his brother is trying to lay down and he’s not having it
- He’s already developed a crush on you like you CANT leave
- Gets nervous bc if your past with sae that he might snatch you up too
- Not letting his brother take something else away from him
- So all of a sudden he’s a lot more touchy with you
- Trust me inside he’s screaming and throwing up bc he’s never done this before but he will try
- You can feel his stiff ass hand around your waist😭
- Poor baby
- The silent itoshi beef isn’t missed by you but you don’t know that they’re competing off the pitch too
- “You sure you don’t want to go do something? Like we watched horror movies in your room all day yesterday, I had errands to run-“
- “Well I wanted to start the final destination franchise so you gotta watch all 5 of them there’s a new one coming out”
- “Yeah in 2025! That’s like 3 years away!”
- “Shhhh, the movie starting🙄”
- Hoards you all to himself in his room because you’re surrounded by HIM and less chances for Sae to sneak up on you in public and steal you away or join your date outing together
- Thinks you look cute wrapped in his blankets and tries not to blush when you cling to him
- “I swear to god-“
- “My bad forgot there’s a jumpscare here I’ll warn you about the next one promise.”
- He won’t
- Sae rolling his eyes to the back of his head bc you just always in the house now and Rin hanging off you like a sad puppy
- Sae is more strategic where rin is impulsive
- So he’s the type to do shit from the past that he knew would make your heart flutter and run will be blunt and impulsive with his actions
- Sae will touch your lower back as he comes up behind you to grab a class from the cub board and hand it to you
- Sae will bring you home your favorite snack when he knows rin wont see him give it to you
- Rin will grab your hand in public and not let go to make sure you don’t get lost on a crowd
- Rin will clumsily press his lips to your forehead when you are most distracted
- Both are very annoying
- And after a good WEEK of getting mixed signals from both of them you’re ready to stay your ass at home for the rest of the vacation before it’s back to work
- Monday morning Rin invites you on a morning run
- Which you obviously say fuck NO to bc the sun ain’t even up
- But he shows up to your front door at the asscrack of dawn telling you to get dressed you have no say in the matter unfortunately
- The jog isn’t so bad and he has the decency to buy you breakfast afterwards so that’s nice
- Decent conversation surprisingly
- When he drops you off back at your home he kisses you before literally sprinting off
- He was working up the nerve to do that all morning
- Can’t even say thanks or whatever yet before he presses his body close to you and lifts your head to slot his lips against yours
- Puts all his feelings into that kiss before managing to get out “bye” before his throat completely closes up
- And then sprints off before you can even blink
- Clown
- Giggling and kicking his feet when he gets home
- Sae is packing for his trip back to Spain at the end of the week
- When he catches you leaving his house after another Rin spontaneous all day movie marathon
- Offers to drive you home because it’s dark and he remembers the address
- Didn’t really offer so much as grab his Keys complaining about how you know better than to be outside this late
- Sir 🫤🫤
- The ride is kinda tense until he forces a conversation
- Unsurprisingly e vividly remembers all the right buttons to press to see that smile he’s been dying to see
- Don’t even notice he took the long way back to your home
- Puts his new number in your phone and tells you to stop being stubborn and answer when he texts you
- He’s a gentleman before all else so he walks you right to your front door
- Man barely hears a word you said before pulling you closer by your neck pressing his lips to yours
- Remembers you like the back of his hand the way his lips fit so familiar with yours
- Ends up with your arms around his neck and your back pressed into the front door
- Clearly wanting to come inside he pulls away because he’s fond of the chase🙄😒
- Wishes you a good night before kissing your forehead and going back to his car
- both of them have laid their cards out on the table
Blue Lock boys and having a S/O who has a sex toy collection
A/N: This is extremely self indulgent and came to me while browsing the internet. Part one of 2 and These are also all real toys so if you know exactly what I’m talking about lmao kudos to you✌🏿
Isagi:
- lmao oh boy
- Brand new to this world
- Only has the blue flesh light you got him as a joke for Christmas
- He uses it more often than he’d like to admit…
- So when he comes to your place and he’s in the mood to get nasty
- You gotta hold his hand bc he’s gunna be a little nervous
- You ask him if he’s cool with toys and he’s like ofc
- Very excited to see what you use to make yourself feel good
- Then he is taken aback to see a box of sex toys ORGANIZED BY COLOR
- “We in for a more rough mood today or like a quick thing?”
- “YOU USE THEM FOR DIFFERENT SCENES??”
- Let him take a look through your treasure chest(pun intended)
- And he’s like 🙂 bc how does he use that
- “So whats this?? It’s like flat but it has silicone flowers on the top??”
- “Oh that’s a grinder you strap it to a pillow”
- “….and it’s supposed to be green and blue?”
- “The colors on this one were pretty 😤 aesthetic matters too!”
- Best way is to just dive in and let him test out each one
- His favorite so far is this pretty little one called CLAUDETTE and he likes grinding on it while he kisses you and fucking into it
- Likes how the colors look all funky and fun
- “Is that-“
- “A football colored one yes it is.”
- “…..you didn’t have this before you met me did you?”
- “Listen it’s not MY fault that you be away on games a lot and this just so happened to be in your girth!”
- He will indulge you and do those dick mold cast things and will demand to see videos of you fucking yourself with it when he’s away
- Nothing would make him rush home faster than seeing a video of you moaning all pretty in nothing but a spare jersey of his bounding up and down on an exact replica of his cock begging him to hurry home
- Fuck the game he’s on the first fight back to Japan IMMEDIATELY
- LOVES to use them in punishments!
- When you’re acting all bratty he’ll pretend he’s not on his very last nerve
- Not super good at controlling his true emotions but when he’s calling you pet names making you feel all flustered can you really tell he’s upset?
- So when he flips a switch and tells you to “hold fucking still or I’ll tie your hands to the headboard” and he’s in between your legs holding you down it’s definitely a surprise
- Has one of the vibes that are controlled by phone
- He’s not so cruel as take you for a stroll in public
- (Also he really doesn’t want to get slammed with a public indecency charge because you can’t keep quiet)
- He’ll make you wear it as he goes about his business in the house
- Ignoring you without a care in the world as he’s relaxing on the couch and you’re begging him to bend you over anything
- “Hm? I didn’t hear a ‘I’m sorry for being a brat Yoichi’ so all that crying ain’t doing nothing”
- He has really good control when he’s pissed
- Usually that glassy eyed look while begging him to ruin you would be enough to have him on you like a dog in heat
- Buuuuuy unfortunate for you upset yoichi is some cold
- He’s literally not even flinching as you grind in his thigh making a mess all over his pants
- Rolling his eyes before shooting you the most annoyed look
- “You gunna keep making a mess on my pants or you going to fucking apologize already?”
- “I-I’m sorry Yoichi… please I need you so bad.”
- “Fucking finally.”
- Throws your legs over his shoulders but he’s still mad so he’s gunna edge and then overstimulate you before he even pulls his cock out
Nagi:
- oh he’s so silly
- Like he’s definitely like??
- Probably accidentally finds your stash before YOU show him
- “Oi, what’s this thing over here?”
- And you walk in and he’s messing w a silicone octopus cockring
- Boy if you don’t stay out my mf closet-
- Wants you to show him all the cool weird stuff you have
- “How do you even use this?”
- “Like any other toy???”
- “This tentacle is NOT like a regular sex toy.”
- Does it again by laying down on some of your stuffies and sees one w a obvious zipper
- Opens it to see a dildo inside
- “Why is this IN here?”
- “So nosey mfs like YOU don’t just come in my room and find my shit.”
- “…..that’s fair.”
- His fav for you to use on him is this gold and grey silicone stroker that has skin like texture
- When he’s too lazy to move he likes you being on top of him kissing and biting his neck while you slowly move the toy on his cock
- Will have him squirming and moaning loud as hell like you’ve never seen before
- Nagi isn’t the most vocal but he’s moaning like a pornstar
- “Ohhhh fuuuck pretty keep stroking me like that.”
- No better way to get him to fuck you like you want then to slow stroke him with a fleshlight or stroker
- Asks you to make a cast of your pussy
- When you actually make him one it’s like never brought up again until one night you get a text around 2am a few hours before nagi is set to touchdown back in Japan
- Of him fucking it like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do
- Not sure who the fuck recorded that for him🤨 bc it’s too good and so are the angles to be a shaky one handed quick video
- Moans about how he can’t wait to feel you cream on his cock
- As the most obscene noises play from your speakers with the image of seishiro fucking into a fleshlight of your likeness all messy with lube and cum
- From the way the video starts off he had to have been at it for a while already
- You catch a glimpse of his hazy eyes as he’s mercilessly pounding into the toy
- When the video ends you get another text from him
- ‘Just got out the airport be home in 25’
Hiori:
- you’d think he’d be like weirded out
- Or confused
- Nah
- He’s seen all the gamer porn there is to see
- Monster and fantasy themed sex toys are a walk in the park
- “Woah, they like make dragon dicks that you can actually ride?”
- Favorites are Ophiuchus the Forgotten, Spyro Slim, and the twilight Moon
- He likes textures so anything with more ridges and bumps the better!
- Likes ones that seem normal. He’s a sneaky fucker so hidden in plain sight is great
- Like oh you thought this was a regular lipstick? Nope! A bullet vibe
- Has like 6 of these in your purse at all times
- Annoying as will pull a “hey can I talk to ya for a sec?”
- And then lead you into a secluded area and shove a toy in you while having his mouth do the heavy lifting
- “Mmm~ taste better when you’re this scared.”
- Someone get his ass 🙄😒
- Let’s you fuck him but like you’re a service top at most
- Not very try willing to give up power because that means he looses the game
- Will tie you up and ride you
- Puts on his most slutty performance and really lets himself get whiny
- As soon as he unties you it’s a chance to get him
- Like oh so anyway we’re not done🥰 now you can’t touch
- Will send you links to stores asking you what you think
- “Check out this dark souls one”
- “Yo, baby who the FUCK is that going to fit inside”
A/N: Daydreaming about this mans dick what else is new🙄😒 imagining he’s in charge of helping the new manager get accustomed to the team and he can’t help but let his eyes wander
EDIT: MDNI but here’s an audio reference for y’all who not picking up what I’m putting down💕 twitter link 🥰
Sae:
- this one gave me butterflies Ngl
- Bc I can hear his voice
- Like I said he’s a lot more Tame than Rin so he does have an occasional soft spot
- ESPECIALLY for cute little things who can’t even remember the name of half the teammates they’re managing
- Since he’s the best of the best coach obviously tells him to whip you into shape
- “Try not to scare this one off”
- “Not my fault you signed off on someone who can’t even fill a water bottle”
- The coach is praying for you fr
- Surprised that you take the initiative to approach him first to ask him about things
- “I mean you ARE the star midfielder right? You probably have a good read on everyone and how they work so asking you would be my best bet.”
- Okay he loves a go getter
- Pleasantly surprised that you’re asking good questions
- “I’m trying to get as much info as possible so this becomes second nature.”
- Gives you a through rundown of the schedule and what time they take breaks
- Obviously he’s a diva so he’s the most demanding
- Giving you a tour around the facilities
- “That’s the locker room. Wouldn’t recommend walking by here between the hours of 4:45 and 6pm”
- “…..I’ll keep that in mind.”
- Finds showing you around not annoying
- Once you get to the dorms he’s listing off everyone’s sleeping habits
- “He won’t wake up before 8:30 am so if you can manage that congratulations”
- He’s been eyeing you this entire time but he can’t help it!
- He’s a hard worker so anyone putting in honest effort into anything especially when it pertains to him catches his eye
- Not his fault you look good taking notes and analyzing your surroundings
- Stands back when showing you the rooms so he can sneak a peek at your ass
- You feel him glaring holes into your back but it’s not for the reason you think
- He’s infamous for being kinda a spoiled brat but he produces amazing results so who’s gunna say something to him??
- Lmao not I said the cat
- You don’t even peep his heated gaze until you bump into him walking backwards
- Turning around quickly to apologize before he can catch an attitude his eyes are quite literally undressing you
- This man’s whole life is sports so ofc he’s gunna find a track suit sexy
- Will play it off like he’s not embarrassed for getting caught
- “Cat got your tongue? Don’t tell me you’re just now getting star struck.”
- Mans is giggly asf in the back of his head
- He fr ain’t seen someone catch his eye like this in a while
- Logically getting his dick wet right now would be nice
- But also with the new manager on the first day??
- weighing the options in his head and the way you look up at him and go
- “What about you? What do you want from your manager?”
- He threw caution to the wind
- Everyone else is busy with practice and he can make up some lukewarm ass excuse as to why you guys took so long
- Testing the waters by letting one of his hands rest on your lower back
- Mamma ain’t raise no bitch so he’s relieved you immediately return his energy
- He’s not wasting anymore time and pulls you in for a kiss
- Mans is STARVED for intimacy like this so he’s definitely a little more vulnerable
- Like that’s definitely the reason your lips fit so well against his
- Why your body curves into his so nicely when he carries you to his bed
- Yeah that’s definitely it
- Feeling himself get embarrassingly hard so fast he’s feverishly tugging at your sweatpants
- “Let me make you feel good, there you go.”
- The quiver in his voice isn’t missed
- You have a once in a lifetime free pass to tease THE Itoshi Sae
- PLEASE TAKE IT!!
- Grind your hips into his while tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck and he will let out some of the sweetest moans for you
- It really has been a while the way his hands are shaking to pull off his own clothes
- Pull him down to kiss you, distracting him from his current task
- He’s weak for being pushed around a little
- Throws your legs over his shoulders without warning
- The way he’s got your legs spread wide for him and he’s eye level with what he wants has you avoiding eye contact at all costs
- Moving his head between your thighs he’s damn near moaning with his mouth all over you
- Holds your trembling thighs still right beside his ears as he shamelessly moans into your cunt
- “You taste so fucking good, gonna use my fingers.”
- This man has not had pussy I’m so long he’s acting FOOLISH
- If he even took a moment to BREATHE he would be giving you heart eyes
- The way he’s singing praises while sucking your clit and angling his fingers to hit your g-spot all at once
- Man is filthy, and he’s not at all ashamed like he’s grown
- Spitting on your clit before he starts rubbing it with his thumb
- While his mouth and other hand are busy getting as much of your taste as possible
- The type of man to need to lay a towel down no matter WHAT your doing in bed
- Very “wait I didn’t shave” “did I ask all that??” Energy imo
- He’s gunna have you cumming on his sheets anyway so what do all that matter??
- Looks up and sees you covering your face trying to keep your noises down and that shit don’t fly w him
- “Keep covering your face and I’ll tie your hands to the bed.”
- And he’s dead serious too
- Comes up to kiss you not caring if you taste yourself because he wants to feel your lips THAT bad
- The way he refuses to break eye contact only serves to make you more shy because they’re glossed over with desire
- making sure you can’t squirm away from him has he has you cumming on his fingers
- “Feel good?… Yeah? like how i stretch you out? Let me feel you come undone then.”
- Whew IK he talks you through it😫
- “Keep your eyes open.”
- “S-sae I can’t-“
- “You can and you will, pretty thing.”
- Feels your nails digging into your wrists as you clench around his fingers
- “Ah. Almost there? Make a mess f’me.”
- Almost came in his pants watching your eyes roll back
- Since he IS shameless he’ll lick his fingers clean as you’re forced to watch him
- Dramatic as fuck the way he groans about you tasting good
- “Let me watch you play with it.”
- Watching your small fingers curl inside your pussy as you mewl in embarrassment almost has him intoxicated
- Throwing his damn clothes anywhere
- He’s not too stupid to not tease you a little tho
- “If you’re that shy turn around and hide your face in the pillows”
- Nothing is EVER that easy with him
- Cursing and grunting under his breath as he slips it in
- “How about you set the pace. Fuck me how you want”
- Chuckles as you hide your face in the pillows while fucking back into him
- He knows how to put on a performance before all else too
- “Use my cock cmon, make me proud and fuck me good pretty.”
- He’s moaning like a whole ass pornstar head thrown back and everything
- Trying not to move because this is your “punishment” for being all shy
- Can’t help it when you look back at him face clearly burning and whimpering at how embarrassing this is
- Praising you which makes it even MORE embarrassing
- “There you go” “fuck me till I come cmon” “you can do it”
- Like bro SHUT UP😭
- However the way you’re squeezing him tells otherwise
- When he feels you come around him he grits his teeth and says a small sorry in his head before he shoves your face into the mattress
- Feeling you wrapped about him had him fr loosing his mind
- Might skip all of practice just to keep doing this
- “Mhm, you can cum on this dick.. i wanna see it messy."
- Stretches out his words and talks all slow
- He is an Itoshi though unfortunately
- “W-wait Sae, 's too much, you're too fucking big."
- Has you seeing stars like never before
- Clit pincher🗣️ hair puller🗣️
- “Sayin’ it's too much but whining for more? Can't make up your then mind I’ll decide for you.”
- Pushing you deeper into the mattress with his whole body weight
- Grunts and moans RIGHT into your damn ear because you’re squeezing him so might tighter shouldn’t he tell you how good you’re making him feel?
- “At least your cunt knows what she wants, pretty pussy sucking me in and won’t let go. Want me to fill you up that damn bad?”
- Failed to take into account that all he wants to do now is lay down and spoon you while you cockwarm him
- But alas this is the shared dorm and NOT his apartment
- And he has no clue how long y’all been at it
- Helps you clean up while wobbling slightly
- Makes sure there’s no trace of what yall did but the sheets to his bed being in the washing machine
- Nobody thinks nothing bc he’s an upper class brat who needs things to be pristine
- Some people get suspicious when it happens like 5 times a week though….
- He does all his laundry separate so there’s no one to see how your underwear accidentally falls out the pocket of one of his jackets
- Everyone congratulates you on somehow going above and beyond so well that The Sae Itoshi acknowledged you!
- He didn’t think after the first time that looking at your ass you’d be enough to make him embarrassingly hard in public but oh well
- “Continue in my absence I’m going to check if the manager has the new schedule.”
- A few people see red scratches peeking out his jersey but meh probably just the imagination
hi there!! may i ask some obey me hcs where mc is a professional volleyball player (like of they would watch her tems matchs, how they cheer and things like that) and has a personality like oikawa when she's not playing, but turn into a queen of the court (like kageyama 🕺) when playing? tysm!
A/n: I’m literally so mad I didn’t see this b4 bc I’m watching the haikyuu movie sobbing over karasuno VS nekoma😫 but absolutely! Also I noticed how this got more nsfw closer to the end😭 couldn’t help it😔
Lucifer:
- impressed
- He did think you had a nice body when he first saw you
- But then he hears your trying out for the RAD volleyball team?
- Poor human can’t stand on the same court against literal demons??
- Is what he thought
- He sees Beel ecstatic about your first game and he’s hyping you up sm
- Lucifer goes bc if you get hurt he will step in to defend you
- Yk when hinata does his thing and the whole stadiums jaws drop?
- That’s WHAT HAPPENED HERE
- He sees you effortlessly setting to your teammates like you rly are running this show
- Made you captain at tryouts bc hell yeah!!
- They call you the demon Ruler of the court fr
- Imagine being so cocky and prideful and then getting home and being like all chill and regular chaotic
- He thinks your cheating real BAD
- He can’t play but he’s like nah okay against me you can use no spells
- Asmo is making cute merch to wear to your games
- Levi has already watched all your tapes from the human world he’s a expert and he’s never seen a volleyball before
- When you wipe the floor w him he’s like okay,,, maybe you are just that good
- That speed and serve is something dangerous
- When you get his pact he’s at EVERY game
- The way he can feel the pride running through you when you play, and the smirk on your face sends a chill up his spine when you look down on the other team
- He can and will have his hands all over you after a game
- Sorry like he’s euphoric the whole time it’s like edging almost
- Can’t deny how you look in your tight uniform is very appealing too
- Asmo too he can feel the lust for you in the room and he’s LOVING IT
- Brags whew he he gets the chance
Mammon:
- yeah he’s placing bets
- He comes to see you at practice because he skipped class and he knows if he shows up at home without you he’s in trouble
- So he does to idle around
- Jaw literally drops when he sees you obliterate the other side of the court
- Feels greed burning in him and can’t tell if it’s him or you
- The drive to win radiating off of you in waves
- It’s overwhelming
- “When were you g’unna tell me you can do THAT?!”
- “You never asked.”
- Lucifer feels a chill when mammon asks you if he can place bets on you winning
- Shows up to every game
- WILL oversee merch sales
- Has a jersey of yours he wears to sleep
- Runs the Stan page w asmo
- Will make sure your gear is in tip-top shape
- Brings you snacks before and after practice
- You think it’s all financially motivated and like 70% is but he’s like so happy and proud of you
- Right w Beel cheering the loudest at your games
- Nobody can even say anything bad bc he will argue them DOWN
- Buys all your jerseys and then saves all the tickets to your games
- Will show up w flowers
- Also sneaks from class to your practices bc he is a SUCKER for that volleyball shorts and knee pad combo
- Watches your games on replay
- Seems like the type to jack off to your games too
- Biggest hype man and will give you a ‘reward’ if you play extra hard during a game
Levi:
- he likes sports anime
- And probably will compete in a swimming event at some school festival bc duh
- But he hears Beel and mammon gushing over you play sports and is like okay well my Henry is so talented but whatever
- Almost died when you come home all sweaty and tired from practice like oop
- Suddenly binge watching every volleyball anime there IS
- Might as well be your coach
- Applies to be manager but like he’s one of the seven lord of hell lmao who’s gunna tell Levi no??
- Yall are kiyoko and Tanaka
- Very cute
- Also wearing merch w asmo they made
- Gets patches of your number to put on his everyday jacket
- Also wears your jersey to sleep
- ALSO ALSO a sucker for them volleyball fits
- Makes sure you’re always hydrated and the gym is the perfect temperature to play games in
- Guilty pleasure is that he really likes seeing you sweaty and panting
- Watching your games the way oikawa watches other teams to see how they play
- Actually good at making strategies and figuring out the plays in other teams
- Wants you to teach him to play
- Not bc he wants too but bc you’ll have to help adjust his posture and he can see you spike a lot
- Gets a thrill off of feeling the small bit of envy you feel when you see another good team or they manage to score on you
- Mayyyyyy encourage a little more envy bc you spike the ball even harder and you glare even more
- Yknow he has a thing for you to be mean
- So he’s like biting his lips hearing you trash talk the other team
- Also like mammon where he will have recordings of your games to jack off too
- “You pathetic worm know your place”
- He’s never moaned louder
Satan:
- reads books on Volleyball
- Likes to be wellread and can impress you with terms
- Hears Beel be excited and sneaks off to see you practice
- Slides in slick compliments
- He’s cheeky to a fault
- “I have to ask, do you like volleyball for the adrenaline or is it for the cute outfit?”
- Tease him because he’s not even good at hiding that he’s looking
- “I don’t know. So you like coming to my games to watch me win or stare at my ass?”
- The cat was too stunned to speak
- Chose to come to your games because he was at home alone while everyone else was at your game
- And he was doing some ‘Self Care’
- And he got this lighting bolt of please up his spine
- Needless to say he made quite of a mess
- Hears everyone hyping you up when they come back
- “Remind me to never make ya mad okay MC?”
- “I would!~ the way they were glaring after they slammed the ball down made my heart flutter.”
- Had to go see what the fuss was for himself
- The grunts and yells are really making him hot under the collar
- Used your game tickets as bookmarks
- It makes him smile
- He’s such a tween girl in love he’ll like decorate them in his spare time like maybe press flowers and glue them on encasing it all in resin
- Heart eyes
- Giggles at your trash talk
- Loves seeing you fr have beef w people
- Setters for some reason always have beef during a game idk WHAT IT IS but like they all was glaring daggers
- He’s deeply interested in the setter beef
- “So what’s the story with you and that other setter👀 I could feel a little tension in the air.”
- My hc is that his pact mark is always on your dominant fist
- Bc like yknow punching
- So he feels the sting of your hand when you hit the ball and he rly likes it
- Will offer to massage you after a game when you’re all tired
- An excuse to get nasty and he will spank you w the same hand
- Sigh he can’t help himself unfortunately
Asmo:
- Oh he’s hype
- He’s not one for playing sports
- Buuuuut he does like the appeal of the slutty outfits and seeing people be all aggressive and sweaty
- So when he hears Beel mention you’re tying out for the team he’s immediately intrigued
- He’s probably a cheerleader
- So he’s going to be there dressed to the 9 in YOUR colors every game
- Like not the school colors he’s dripped out in your signature color schemes
- Even somehow gets ahold of an old jersey from the human world and uses it in many outfits
- Brags to people that he has one and it’s signed(pls sign it for him)
- Wears earrings w your number and name on it
- That trope where the head cheerleader kisses the star player bc they’re dating after the game is very him
- Puts in his cutest lipgloss and kisses your cheek
- “Well if it’s you I don’t mind getting all sweaty and out of breath with you~”
- Like I said before he’s feeling off the lust for you in the air
- The lust his brothers feel, the audience, your lust for winning
- He’s intoxicated by it
- He feels his pact mark pulsing and it makes him giggle
- You’d think he’s tickled pink
- But he’s laughing bc he’s about to go crazy after this mf game
- Is hyper focus on how your outfit stretches over you when you move
- Watches you work out
- Bc like let’s be real he’s down to mess round in the gym showers
- Another one to give you a nice ‘Reward’ for playing so well
- Has all these suspiciously seductive pictures of you playing like when did he even take this picture of you bending over??
- Can’t help but to let his hands wander
- Instead of having a jersey to sleep in he will sleep in your whole uniform
- Like you’re looking for it in the morning to go to practice and he’s sleeping in it
- “Well now it smells like me!”
- Sigh
- Well want to get nasty in it but he’s torn between you in it or him in it
- Hardest decision in your life
- Asmo and Levi decked out in your merch and Levi stalks the Stan pages for the best pictures and asmo runs like 3 of em
Beel:
- my beautiful beloved!
- You come meet him at fangol practice and ask him if they have any other sports
- He mentions offhandedly that the volleyball team is doing tryouts for the new season and you’re like 👀 bet let’s see how yall play
- Comes with you to make sure you don’t get like picked on or anything
- Amazed by seeing what you can do and how confident you get
- Went from like shy brand new human to being the demon ruler of the court he’s so hyped
- “MC where did you learn to do that??”
- “Hard work and a lot of spite✨”
- If anyone got something to say no tf they don’t bc he’s your bodyguard
- Makes sure your games aren’t scheduled at the same time bc he’s not missing your games
- Enjoying your games when he feels a familiar feeling of hunger
- He heard all the other brothers talking about their pact marks feeling funny but he’s like meh
- Starts thinking that maybe you didn’t eat enough before the game
- But when he sees you smiling as your team wins he understands
- That gluttony you feel isn’t towards food but volleyball
- Huh. Interesting
- Not one to immediately get nasty after a game he will want to treat you to snacks first but he mayyyy want to help you get changed after practice
- I mean like you’re exhausted and your muscles are all sore like it’s totally innocent!!
- Wears your jersey number as a patch on his jacket
- But also would have a cute necklace w the number on it like right along w his gold chain
- Whew
- Dangles over your face when he fucks you
- He’s glad you both can workout together 🥰
Belphegor:
- sleepy
- Not really interested in sports
- But he goes to beels games to cheer him on
- Beel drags him to a game of yours
- Likes how hot you look playing
- Like Satan will make comments about the outfit
- “Are you sure the shorts are supposed to be that short?”
- “They don’t restrict my movement”
- “Hm…. Good to know.”
- Another who steals your jersey and sleeps in it
- Might put it over a pillow to sleep on
- Lazily wants to hold you after a game night
- “Mmmm just rest, you’ve done so much moving around relax with me.”
- Sweeps you into sweet dreams whether you want to sleep or not
- Will have his own wet dreams about you in your outfit
- Will go to the game and cheer with asmo to hype you up
- Likes seeing you set the ball to your teammates and how you can read their minds and direct the game
Oooh I have a Obey Me writing idea for you but you can ignore if you don’t wanna do it. So when you first come to the Devildom, almost all of the brothers are cold/petty asf to the MC (in my Pisces opinion). Imagine MC’s like “fuck that” and doesn’t try to pander to them as much as the game script wants you to. Like the story still progresses bc the MC is still nosy when it counts, but she doesn’t center them around her world and instead gets closer someone who was nicer/more helpful in the beginning (say like Solomon or Simeon). I’m sorryyy I’m not hating on the brothers but realistically you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Like yeah being a tsundere is cute to an extent but most of em were doing too much in the beginning. Maybe a reaction from the brothers (doesn’t have to be specific for each brother) as they slowly start to warm up to MC but they can’t stand that they’re not gonna be as close as they wanted to be. And either Solomon or Simeon (or both) reacting to you getting closer to them ;) Again this request may be highly specific so you can either tweak it or toss it if it doesn’t sound appealing to write. It can be SFW or NSFW. I love your writing!
A/n: YOURE SO RIGHT BESTIE!! Like the dick ain’t good enough for them to be all over MC like that CRAZY disrespectful 😒 like in my head I was being fake nice to them to secure the pacts until like you make one with Satan and then it’s like okay, maybe I can be genuine w yall. Bc like I’m making friends w any of the billions of other demons there like Diavolo is all but head over heels for you.
MC:
- I’m so on board with this
- Like if they want to go low I can take it right to hell
- They want to throw UP
- Mammon thinks you’re joking but when you fr never come ask him for help he’s crying himself to sleep
- Asmo hates being ignored so after that time in the maze(catacombs? wtf was those) he’s antsy that you don’t really talk to him
- They feel you having fun through your pacts but when you’re around just them it’s like nothing
- Like when a lightbulb dies
- Student council meetings become increasingly more tense as they watch you get along with Solomon and Luke and Simeon and you’re cold to them
- They don’t even really realize they the problem at first
- Lucifer always itching to punish someone so when he snaps at you and you clapback and the issue never comes up again he’s a little disappointed
- Like him and Satan make fun of your grades?
- Bet. you’re being tutored by Solomon and a demon in your potions class
- Like bitch how the FUCK were we ever supposed to take demon philosophy before?? We just got here!!
- Refuse to work with them on any school activities
- You and mammon partnered up to decorate for some school event?
- You work only when he’s not around
- Beel is the one who sounds the alarm by realizing it’s hard to keep track of you
- Like he’ll go asking where you are and nobody can even say when the last time they saw you was
- Belphagor tried to pull that “I’m a human” shit and you didn’t visit the attic for like three weeks😭
- Had to actually force himself to be genuinely nice
- Remember how they said they sent a demon to like the human realm to pretty much do the same thing? who was that because I don’t think we ever hear about them😭
- But you get their number and talk about your shared experiences
- Fish out of water if you will!
- Lucifer WANTS to yell but you do the bare minimum of what they ask he can’t mandate you to join family movie night😔
- Asks a pouting mammon where tf you are and he lists off like any number of random demons you could be chilling with
- Asmo is burning with envy as he catches you at a party with a group of old acquaintinces
- Can see they are so obviously enjoying your company
- Tries to steal the attention for himself
- Levi seeing you on other mfs socials cosplaying w them and doing a TSL marathon like he’s right there??
- Dinner be so awkward but you brush it off like a G
- only texts the family group chat for confirmation, dinners ready, and when is lord diavolo asking for everyone
- Lucifer comes to Dia’s house bc paperwork and he plans to spill the tea when he sees you and him already HAVING TEA🤨
- Like excuse me??
- “Ah just who I was looking for-“
- “Sorry Lucifer I have exams to study for I was just asking Lord Diavolo some history questions I’ll be on my way.”
- He’s literally WILTING💀
- Whines to Dia and he’s like I’m sorry ?? have yall not been spending time with them??
- “Yall….LIVE together. I ain’t out just you and them in the same house for no reason??”
- He can’t eleven rly do shit bc you’re integrating into demon society very well and are pretty sociable
- Like you gain regular popularity but not through them
- Rest of RAD forgets you’re under their protection tbh
- Like you’re your own entity and not at all attached to them so when a random demon is caught talking about like chilling w you and mammon is like IM THEIR FIRST MAN YOU GOTTA AS ME
- he looses about 500 years when the demon goes
- “Oh yeah you are their hired help huh?”
- Yeah he’s picking out a coffin
- Bc he rly tries to curb his tsun behaviors but he hasn’t made it to that level with you where he can be genuine in private
- Levi too like he calls you a stupid normie on reflex and is whimpering when he sees he’s been blocked on devilgram
- What did yall expect??
- Beel is the ONLY one who you regularly talk to
- And even then he’s got his own stuff going on
- But you guys always eat together
- Jaws dropping when he offered you food
- I imagine Beel is like “oh they don’t be talking to yall?….That’s crazy”
- Precious boy so unaware of the conflict
- Nor bc he’s dumb but he’s like “tf that got to do with me?? MC likes me.”
- Very “okay what does that mean to me tho” energy
- I imagine after the Levi pact arc when mammon is wrapping your sprained wrist and he’s all
- “If I can’t come save ya next time, Die.”
- You pull away completely
- Even Satan is having to control himself be he sees your purposefully avoiding him
- He would congratulate you on how well you’re dodging his advances if it didn’t piss him off so bad
- Keeps it a little secret to himself that he can feel your pact mark burning right under his skin whenever you talk to them
- Played hot and cold to see how he can make you less mad when he interacts with you
- Lucifer is so desperate he’s fr about to make a pact early to feel any sort of proof you exist
- Idk if peacocks do it but you know how birds will rip out their own feathers under stress?
- Yeah That’s HIM😭
- Barbados just sit back and observe
- Even the season 3(?) characters come in early! Like you meet 13 as an extension of Solomon and y’all are thick as thieves
- You’re flourishing in your Magic practices bc you still have their pacts, them helping you with magic or not you’re still not one to be fucked with
- Mephistopheles is so giddy that you’re close to him and not Lucifer
- Offers to hide you in his news room to avoid them
- “It’s so quiet a perfect place to study!”
- Sees them scrambling to get ahold of you but your in his office w your phone on silent
- “Oh hmmm, idk I saw them in the forbidden section of the library maybe check there? Weird y’all supposed to be watching them and have no clue about their whereabouts.”
- Lucifer can take it NO LONGER when we’re about right before lesson 16 and he’s making a scene at dinner
- “Why do you never stay in this house? You a mere human think you’re too good to talk?”
- “That. That shit right there is why I don’t talk to any of you. Do you not notice how rude you are?”
- Before Satan can even say his “we’re demons” line you’re cutting his ass off
- “Why would I want to spend time around people who threaten my life for fun?🤨my job is to heal demon human relations and I’m doing that just not with the help of YOU.”
- Dips to purgatory hall bc it’s not Solomon’s night to cook
- They all just kinda 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍for a few days bc wtf can they say to that??
- Like you’re absolutely right
- You were already humbling Lucifer before but now he has this irrational anger towards you
- But in a nice way??
- He’s like packing your lunch and throwing away whatever you had
- Pushing you out the way to do whatever chore or task you’re doing
- Makes your favorite foods when is his turn to cook dinner
- Like he’s completely unhinged
- To stir the pot let’s say this is lesson 16 and they show up to all that
- Can you imagine??
- Their filled with even more regret than before!! They never got a chance to establish a deep bond with you
- Not really. Not like you have with everyone else
- And now you’re gone??
- They barely even care about the Lilith reveal like😭
- They do everything they can to win your favor but it’s like the end of the program now who’s to say it was enough??
- Beel is elated while the othered are broken that you and belphie become close
- Poor belphie is exhausted w all this drama so to make amends even more he goes out of his way to heal the gaps between you and the others so it’s all good now
- Not Lucifer tho
- He’s still moping
- Can’t hurt his pride by saying how glad he is that your back
- Can’t tell you how he watched his world fall apart when he saw the light leave your eyes
- DEFINITELY can’t tell you how he prayed to Lilith that he would protect you from now on and that he’s sorry
- All of RAD throws a huge goodbye party for you
- Lots of tears
- During the movie night of like that last few days
- As a little treat for you, you still sleep w Lucifer lmao
- Like you sneak out to go to the bathroom and none of the brother see you for the rest of the night?? Yeah we knew already
- He WILL cry jsyk
- He’s pressing kisses all over you and holding you like you’ll disappear
- Mumbling praises into your skin
- The most he’s ever said “I love you” in his entire existence
- Looking at you with teary eyes
- Can’t keep up his prideful façade
- He’s okay with being vulnerable to you
- Again hit him w the “my morning star”
- And he will go crazy
- Tears up when you leave
- Like he can’t even front like he’s not about to go throw up
- They’re all anxious that they won’t ever see you again because you still hate them
- I promise you on everything in all three realms
- They almost do NOT let you leave when you go
- “Thank you for my time here, I love all of you.”
(A/N): was literally complaining bc like how is he black but there’s NO black readers??? But I found out who’s clogging up the blue lock tag😒And then I realized I can do it my fucking self lmao. HC him as Nigerian bc like we’re never gunna get any cultural background info on him bc they never tell us about the parents(unless it’s central to their backstory and even then they’re the main characters not their parents.) so I’m making up my own lore✨ his dad is Nigerian who immigrated to Japan and hiori very rarely sees his dads side of the family bc they live elsewhere and his parents don’t care about him knowing family he’s supposed to be their trophy
Hiori yo:
- okay so boom
- This happens in his blue lock era obviously
- His parents rarely let him play w kids bc he was always training if you peep in the manga
- Only has some idea of some form of cultural heritage
- He was blessed cursed with only his mothers genetics so looking more like her has him skirt around a lot of that racism
- He probably makes friends with all the other mixed kids but gets viscerally uncomfortable when he sees them getting micro-aggressed
- Makes him think twice about showing up to school with his hair not styled like his mom
- Spends 90% of his time gaming anyway so like he doesn’t have to go outside
- When he runs away to blue lock life starts to have color
- I think post U-20 arc he spends those two weeks at home hanging out with karasu because he’s not gunna let him sit inside and rot around his shitty parents for two weeks
- Karasu definitely introduces you to him
- You were one of his friends from school he used to chill with and he’s like you would be good for hiori
- Karasu 100% condones your bad influence like lmao he wants to see hiori be a MENACE to society
- He’s smirking in the background as you bring his inner ultra sadist out
- He messes up your hair and will laugh when you get mad
- “stoooop iiiiit you’re messing up my hair!”
- “aww does the princess not like their hair being touched?”
- “Not when I took a long time to do it this morning!”
- Will immediately get flustered if you say you like his hair
- hide the flat iron from him!!
- I feel like he’s lowkey insecure about usually being like the only black kid in the room
- And he speaks in a different accent than a lot of them?
- Yeah pack it up!
- *he doesn’t really think much of his appearance. he thinks he looks okay and he isn’t really confident about his skin complexion. he isn’t dark skin but he isn’t light skin either.*
- His chat Ai gave me that unprompted so it’s canon now sorry :/
- Yknow how boys will say the most traumatic shit out of nowhere?
- “do you really think that I’m pretty? even my skin complexion and everything?”
- “I sure do! Anyone who says differently is a colorist racist loser . There’s nothing wrong with you or your completion. Like you’re one of the only people who made me feel welcomed here are you fr?”
- Karasu is glaring at you though for having him make pale people jokes.
- He’s very lowkey about how snake like he is so he’s the “you can’t say that shit in public!” Friend, while you don’t care about getting cancelled😭
- “but please don’t let anyone the shade of printer paper make you feel bad about your melanin beloved.”
- “The snow roaches are usually too scared to try something because I’m tall:/“
- “WE ARE IN A CONNIVENCE STORE PEOPLE CAN HEAR YALL”
- he’s trying his best really but he’s just one crow😔
- Don’t let tea about his parents make it back to your ears bc it’s really on sight for that man AND that snow bunny 😡
- “Does your dad ever like talk to you about his culture?? does he say anything outside of trying to make you into some star striker??”
- Mf just shrugs his shoulders.
- “not really. my parents don’t care about anything other than my success. they don’t care about my happiness or how i feel..”
- “Yo, baby ….. imma beat your parents ass😐 is your dad Nigerian? Bc that feels like textbook immigrant parent behavior.“
- “……. I REALLY don’t like how you knew that.”
- “My next guess would have been Guyanese.”
- Hes giggling tho bc I don’t think he really talked shit about his parents w nobody like REALLY really
- Just watching them fight 24/7 as a kid took a toll on my poor baby soul IK
- Spoiler for his backstory but I mean not really??
- His parents saying that if he didn’t become the best they would get a divorce made my jaw hit the stairs of hell
- ““you really know a lot about this kinda stuff?,,,,but yeah, nigerian parents are hella strict. they expect high grades from us and if we don’t reach those high grades, we’re basically disowned..”
- See me personally I have tattoos, colored hair and piercings and my mom fresh off the banana boat carribean
- “Like Dr umar said “you will be never get freedom unless you take it” It’s like a hostage situation!”
- “Is that how you have them long ass acrylics?”
- “….I took it😙”
- He will never bring you home bc you’re always 5 mins from punching his mom in the mouth and he really cannot handle that especially when he’s gone 24/7 in blue lock and can’t talk to you
- They don’t know you but know you’re a bad influence so they hate you from afar
- Very pro “traumatize your parents back” and karasu right there w you
- He’ll he can even scoop up yukumiya to be on demon time👀
- “hit em with the “what if I stop soccer?” And they have nowhere to run but just sit there seething because they need you.”
- “Right the cards are in your hands.”
- “…..Respectfully love, you’re a whole ass delinquent and karasu you’re a scammer. I’m not taking advice from people with active warrants😐”
- Now back on my bullshit
- He be so fine when he use metavision
- Like he knows that if he glances over at you during one of his games he’s gunna find you squirming in your seat
- Looks at you after he scores a goal every time and flashes you that shit eating grin
- Win or loose he’s getting his dick wet!!
- Have a safe word
- He’s never gunna try to push you past your limits in a way that will hurt you
- Buuuuut he is pretty mean
- Imagine that cute innocent looking face smiling down at you with his round doe eyes
- Calling you a dumb slut
- Man is a menace and probably gets a higher sex drive the more he fucks
- Not even out of like lust overtaking him he just will be randomly thinking about how he had you on your knees in this very locker room before
- And now feels the strong urge to split you open on his cock
- It’s fun for him like a game
- And he always wins
- Only way you can get him is to outsmart him but like that’s once in a blue moon so good luck Charlie😅
- Mans is 6”1 so he’s effortlessly manhandling you and giggling at how much your body is screaming for him
- “Shit, ya keep squeezing me like that and I won’t be able to pull out.”
- Again because he dosent have a high libido as a carnal thing certain NORMAL shit will set him off
- Like you was talking about the weather now he has you bent over the couch??
- Nicknames would be one
- You call him blueberry and he’s ready to go
- The cute look on your face and the smile he can see that’s reserved for him
- The way he can same the hearts in your eyes when you look at him
- He wants to ruin you and make you cry
- Edging is his go too thing
- Will do it until your grabbing at his hands begging him to let you come and he’s laughing his ass off
- “Why? ‘S real funny seeing you this pathetic.”
- He’s very mean in that soft sweet condescending way that pisses you off
- “Ow! Yo that hurt!”
- “Mmm, don’t care.”
- Bites you all over like you’re a chew toy
- Feel like he’s tied with rin and shidou for leaving marks
- He’s a cheeky little bastard so he will have you in public looking like a mess and he couldn’t be more innocent standing right next to you
- “You good?”
- “Yeah,karasu I’m fine.”
- “You sure because you’re limping right now.”
- And this fucker is there like ☺️☺️☺️
- Weakness is distracting him while gaming
- He’s very whiney if you suck him off while he’s gaming and has vc on
- Like he’s barely holding back his whimpers and wines as you’re head is buried between his thighs
- (Rin , nagi and him def game like I know they play Minecraft together)
- “Oi, hiori you okay? You’ve been pretty quiet.”
- “M good.”
- He is fighting for his sanity!!
- Has locked the door a few times to keep you out
- Accidentally left the mic on when he thought the coast was clear and came HARD
- Rin will never EVER bring that shit up and is taking that secret to the grave
- Does get flustered when he sees you and hiori not-so-subtly sneaking off to have your hands all over each other
- Keeps that memory square in the back of his head to jack off to
- Hiori Yo is a very sadistic man with a lot of confidence
- So he has absolutely no qualms about fucking you in front of his teammates in the locker room
- Oh, the team walked in on him blowing your back out? Nothing is stoping them from showering and changing
- Shares you with isagi like that’s just what happens
- He wants to see the egoist be mean to you
- This has happened more than once and bastard München straight up knows if he’s nowhere to be found when they are heading back to the locker rooms
- He’s in there making you cry on his cock
- “Cmon, tell em how much you like creaming around my cock dollface.”
- Particularly of Kaiser is kicking attitude he’ll glare at him while you’re on your knees and dare him to try something
- Oh he don’t care about doing it in the pxg locker rooms either
- Shidou has unfortunately walked in on him sitting beside you on the ground pushing your head down so you can take Rin’s cock even deeper
- “Ne, Rin-Chan. Look at how I can see you in their throat.”
- Hiori if anything isn’t going to play by the rules or be fair about it
I want to beat his ass so bad BUT I need to ride him until I pass out from dehydration 😒
Sae itoshi:
- god I hate his stupid ass so much
- But DAMN do I understand why he is the way he is and love him despite that
- We already know he’s an ass man yeah yeah nothing new
- But ik he got a nasty ass mouth and he doesn’t care
- “Who’s gunna beat my ass about it? I’m the best.”
- Arm around your waist at all times but it be drifting to your lower back
- Like y’all could be laying gown he has a hand on your ass
- Don’t go to the gym with him
- “You can tell how good an athlete is based on their ass”
- Sae😐 come on now
- He’s so “back that ass up on me” coded and it has me twirling my hair I hate him!!
- Can’t even bend over around him bc he will instantly come up behind you and press into you
- “You looking for something?”
- Sigh
- Has the potential to be really mean like rin but has a soft spot for you crying and whining in pleasure
- “Shhh, baby I know. Let me do all the work. Let me make you feel real good.”
- Long drawn out moans and grunts that make your toes curl
- Just like Nagi he’s blessed
- Pretty face pretty dick pretty moans
- All in one
- Likes going deep more than anything
- He’ll fold you over on yourself or hold you down so you can’t squirm all around to make sure you’re really taking all of him
- “You feel me right here? Keep being good for me and making a mess all over my dick”
- When he’s nice he talks to you in this soft saccharine voice, cooing at you about how good you’re doing and how you’re milking him dry
- “Go on. Ride my cock till you’re satisfied, I’m not stopping you.”
- Sits back and watches you bounce on his cock while he slaps your ass
- Buys you them work out leggings that make your butt look good
- He did have to buy an extra pair bc he couldn’t control himself and tore a hole in em to bend you over
- Literally didn’t even make it to the gym??
- Loves nothing more than looking down and watching his dick disappear inside you while seeing your ass bounce when it hits his abs
- Could probably cum at the thought of it
- Recording you in that position
- WAY more than you think too
- Like fr he has a whole folder full of videos of you and you don’t know there’s that many until you see them
- “I don’t remember this one?”
- “This was a few months ago when I took you to that lukewarm press event.”
- “Oh…”
- Has been caught copping a feel by the press but vehemently denied it
- Looks like he was placing a hand on your lower back but moved too far down
- It was not an accident but them knowing he had a lover was about enough of his private life that he’s willing to share
- I feel like he’s super good at not getting caught so any allegations of him being a sex worst are immediately dismissed
- No way THE Sae itoshi who doesn’t even like people in the first place is fucking in public
- BLTV be going CRAZY
- “I feel bad for them he don’t even smile at them😭baby is it worth it?”
- “His dick gotta be fantastic to put up w that nasty attitude”
- “Yall know he don’t fuck :/“
- “Idk he IS friends w shidou👀”
- Will give people a show sometimes but they have no proof
- “HELLO?? SAE AND HIS PARTNER WALKED INTO THE DRESSING ROOM TOGETHER AND THEY HAVENT LEFT ITS BEEN LIKE AN HOUR”
- “He’s probably helping them put on clothes🙄 why you being nosey”
- Despite the insane amount of thirst directed at him no one Actually thinks he fucks
- Rin is more likely to get caught up in sex scandals than he is lmao
- Until Oliver can’t help but laugh in an interview where they ask about Sae’s personal life
- And shidou retweets it w like smirking emojis
- He’s so tired of them
- Doesn’t answer any questions about you in any interview ever
- But one day he silently drops a picture of you with your face out of frame on his bare chest covered in hickeys with a thin ass sheet covering the both of you AT 3 AM n the caption would be some shit like “Sunrise in Spain” bc the windows with the sun rising are in the background
- BOY AINT NOBODY LOOKING AT THAT MF SUN-
- The internet goes insane
- His impact ✨
- This like when Beyoncé dropped lemonade ain’t ain’t say anything
- Will pretend he don’t know wtf you’re talking about if you ask him about that
- He’s trending for like three days and the comments under that pic are crazy
- Pinned comment is from R.Itoshi: I’ll kill you
- Liked by S.Itoshi
- Y.Isagi: This early in the morning??
- R.Shidou: lmao told yall he been a freak
- O.Aiku: oh so when HE posts shit like this it’s okay? But I do it and there’s a problem😒
- Reply from E.Otoya: right!!
- S.Sendou: oh IK that’s not who I think it is!👀🤭
- Reply from S.Itoshi: don’t you have a situationship to be sad about?
- B.Meguru: 😔 let’s pray yall city girls down - 10 points🆘
- Reply from [Redacted]: I will beat your ass you’re LITERALLY fucking w two different bitches rn
- Reply from B.Meguru: Don’t worry about me what happened to “The fuck I look like catching feelings🤨🤨
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