innocentius

what are you stupid? no rhetorical questions are rude. you're stupid.

[ranposkelirator]

ALTER..

EGO...

hi this is @juliloki's other account 🥹

and also @mbappekiselirator

this account will mainly be just reblogs, so i don't flood my main with silly reblogs !!

since i cannot really do answers, ill just do it on my main: @julilokiselirator 👌

as for why this is ranpo themed.. it's because of like my little brown french hat that i own 💫

introduction: oh deer

[yayamrata]

Who is foxy??? teddy fnaf fan confirmed???

how teddy and mystery fox gonna be moving next match

@sevarchive i solved the mystery

[hanako-miyamoto]

Shut up you chud

This is the worst fnaf refrence EVER

And there are no bad fnaf refrences

SO BE ASHAMED

[yayamrata]

[ranposkelirator]

[saestarzz]

HELLO U WRITE FOR LOKI!!!! I HAVE SOOOO MANY REQ FOR HIM!!! okay so if that good with u i would like to request a jealous Loki one shot like... reader try to ragebait him by saying that Isagi (or another player) is better than him? (Or maybe, to take a more toxic turn, reader is trying to get him jealous for real? Hehe 😋)

haiii anon i love this idea sm! here you gooo

jealousy ft. Julien Loki

julien loki is not the type to get jealous. however, there is one exception...

julien loki x g/n reader (who is cw: pure flufff

To Julien, the idea of jealousy was, for the most part, a foreign concept.

With a lack "what does he have that I don't" questions to ask himself, combined with a natural confidence stemming from these qualities, Julien never found himself particularly insecure whenever you talked to other men.

It wasn't like the possibility never crossed his mind. He'd seen how affairs worked on the news; other players' wives caught in large scandals, and even players themselves scrutinized for their lack of integrity and faithfulness. But he trusted well you enough to know you would never cheat on him, and the worry that a lover more attentive than him existed out there was, well... fairly close to nil.

However, as he often did to others, it was Isagi Yoichi who once came very close to cracking Julien's reassurance.

You'd been trying to get Julien to show any signs of jealousy for ages, but nothing had worked. From liking his teammate's post to laughing at another guy's joke, Julien had proved himself again and again to be the calm and rational man he was. And yeah, as much as you appreciated the trust from your boyfriend, what was the harm in feeling sought after? Had your relationship already gone stale before the two of you were even married?

However, a revelation came upon you the day following a massive match against Japan.

The way to make Julien truly jealous wasn't through flaunting your ability to flirt - it was through compromising his position as your number one.

✶

"That player with the little sprout from his head certainly gave you a run for you money," you remarked as the two of you went over the highlights of the game.

"What, Isagi? Nah, he wasn't that much trouble."

"Doesn't seem like it. Woah, he's fast."

"You're funny if you think anyone's faster than your guy right here," Julien chuckled.

"Oh yeah, this is the part where he takes the ball."

He shrugged. "Pshhh. That was nothing."

"Didn't look like nothing. Look at that!" You pointed at the screen as the camera zoomed into Julien's chase after Isagi. "Gosh, you were sweating so much, I was beginning to feel nervous."

Julien scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. You could feel his cool demeanor cracking by the second. Was this really working?

"I was running. People sweat when they run."

Feeling his restraint chip away, your lips curled into a sly smile. "Just look at him go. Wow, he is killing it. Japan hasn't had a player this good in ages, have they? I think you might have a new rival on your-"

Immediately, your boyfriend paused the video, jaw hanging open slightly as he stared at the TV in quiet disbelief.

"Babe, look," he said, unpausing the video and gesturing to the TV.

"Look at what?"

Julien sighed, waving his hand at the TV once more. "Look at how much faster I am than him!"

"Yeah, I can see that."

"So-" he let out an exhale at your underwhelming reaction, clearly trying to keep his composure. "So... just look at how much faster I am! I score after this, you know."

You chuckled under your breath, having finally gotten the reaction that you yourself wanted. "Yeah, after he scored."

"He's not that good. And he's not my rival."

"Sure. He's pretty cute, though."

Okay, that was it. That was the last straw.

"Oh, what is this? Is this some sick joke? Wait, is this because I finished the milk and left the carton in the fridge?"

"No, no, it's nothing like that." You stifled back a laugh, barely able to keep a straight face.

Julien cocked his head, clearly puzzled by his own feelings. "So why are you acting so weird, then?"

"You're the one who's acting jealous!"

The thought must've finally formed in his head as you said that. Your boyfriend clicked his tongue, preparing to generate a rebuttal to your statement, before he finally shut his mouth in defeat.

"Huh. I am jealous," he admitted, nodding his head slowly. "Sorry. This is strange of me."

Equally satisfied and entertained by his bewilderment, you couldn't contain your laughter. What was even stranger was the fact that a few compliments to Isagi's gameplay was what finally pushed Julien to the edge.

Apparently, you'd finally found your boyfriend's weak spot.

After all, Julien Loki's world consisted entirely of you and football.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

[julilokiselirator]

PROLOGUE

synopsis: a new transfer student from the Philippines randomly gets included in the NG11's group chat out of interest, which later turns into a competition of who wins their heart! : (school smau where they're all in one big school, or something because why not - also filpino rep woohoo)

ACCOUNTS:

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Translation: 1. my type is not a womanizer (bio)

2. fancy huh, well duh im the best (tweet)

On the first day of transferring to a foreign school, you hoped nothing would go wrong and that the heavens may favor you; what you didn't expect was for the heavens to favor you so much they gave you a practical romance route.

It confused you for a bit, thinking you were in some fantasy land since you were getting compliments left and right — questions about your voice and many others. That's after they found out you were from an Asian country.

Honestly, you didn't expect this much attention at all! Especially from famous people in the school, is this real or a simulation disguised as a dream?

Who knows, but you know you're oddly enjoying it! Will this continue? Hopefully.

Later on, a famous person.. (you can't recall) asked you for your socials; being the ever so care-free person that you are you gave it casually, what's the harm in giving them your socials anyways?

Well you didn't expect to get added in a group chat with other famous people!

(To Be Continued)

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a/n: hi. walks away. ok im going to bed im tired. its like 11pm

[no1-glazer]

Magnetic

NG11 x reader

⪻Synopsis⪼

You, a girl in Chicago, just seem to attract these New Generation XI like you're magnetic!

⪼Contains⪻

Probably ooc (please tell me things i can/should change!), bunny is lwk a flirt, slightly suggestive? (Only like twice, don't get your hopes up😔), barely proofread, oneshot (could make a pt2🧐), 4k wc

A/n: first post... Kinda scared! Anywho, lmk if i missed any tags or if there's anything i can do to improve my writing! I'm not completely sure if they're ooc, but i did look at the wiki for ones I was unsure of.

“¡Oh, qué pareja tan linda! ¡Me dan ganas de morirme!”

[Oh, what a cute couple! It makes me want to die!]

You froze for a second, glancing at the scarred man next to you. Now you knew your Spanish was rusty, but not that rusty.

After working up a little courage, you spoke up, “Sorry, my Spanish isn't the best. But did you just say that couple made you want to… die?”

The man turned to you, eyes widening in pleasant surprise. A smile slowly formed on his face, and you genuinely couldn't tell if it was real. “Pardon me. Just… insensitive. They're so happy, y'know? Making out in public like that. Absolutely repulsive.” His eyes caught the Sun for a second, red shining beautifully. You thought he might've been a demon.

After a minute of nibbling on your lip, he chuckled. A strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him. You'd rather flee, but his body was surprisingly warm for winter.

“Not going to pull away? Mh, maybe you do belong on the streets.” His hand came up to push your head onto his shoulder. You, basically being cold-blooded, nuzzled into his touch.

“Big talk for someone who finds couples repulsive, then does this to a stranger. Who's really the desperate one?” You let out a small yawn, watching as the sun rose beyond the horizon of towers.

He let out a small sigh, rubbing your shoulder. A low chuckle came from him. “Know any good restaurants around here? I have some idiots I need to feed. Unless you're up for a date?” His smooth-talking was good—but you weren't easy. You actually were, but that wasn't important as of now.

After a brief moment of silence, you got up and stretched. He followed too, turning to you with that bright smile from earlier.

You glanced around the area. Still early in the morning, most restaurants were closed. Part of you wondered why this foreigner was even out this early, let alone the weather. Chicago wasn't exactly known to have light winters.

After no response, the guy shifted to meet your gaze. You flinched back instinctively, softly apologizing for zoning out. “My bad, just got lost in thought. Most places are closed right now… but I'm pretty sure there's a hidden gem just a couple of minutes away. No time for a date today though… Are you free sometime around next week?” You didn't want to let this chance go to waste. A handsome Spanish man trying to take you out? Hell yeah!

And so you led him down the street, the buildings and skyscrapers surrounding you. Then into a mall that was quite empty with the calmness of an early morning. After going down some stairs that were practically hidden, you finally arrived just as the shop was opening.

“Oh hello y/n! Haven't seen you so early in a while. And who's this?? Did you finally get a boyfriend?!” You could've sworn your face turned beet red.

You see, this place was owned by a friend of a friend. They knew you by heart considering the small staff and your frequent visits. “Ah no, just a tourist I met. He asked about any good places and I just thought of here..!” The cashier snickered while one of the cooks loudly whispered something like ‘yeah right'.

The man glanced at you with a smirk, before turning to the cashier. He asked a couple of questions about the food, you two exchanged numbers, and you eventually departed with your heart racing.

How could it not?

That was Bunny Iglesias in the flesh!

---

Excitement still pumped through your veins as you walked around. It was late afternoon and your heart was still pounding against your ribcage. You had met one of your many idols just a couple of hours earlier!

You walked around the city for a place to sit. Of course you ordered from the niche restaurant you showed Bunny earlier, but to-go. You always got to-go during your lunch breaks just in case you lost track of time.

Eventually you found your way to a little bench. Some guy was there, a little odd looking but didn't seem to be bothering anyone. Unless they hated pigeons. This man was feeding a whole flock of them with a loaf of bread.

It was quite a cute, little domestic scene. Then you saw someone walking over.

Ugh.

Some people just felt like they had to enforce laws. Like if you're gonna be so strict about it, become an officer or teacher or whatever!

Being the empathetic person you were, you sat down next to the man—who looked like a tourist now that you think of it—and warned him. “Hey uh sir? Feeding pigeons isn't allowed. But if you move two blocks away to a company building, you shouldn't have any problems there.” You pointed towards your company building. That wasn't owned by the city, but the company itself. “I can sh–”

Before you could finish, the woman stormed over, already red from the anger. It was pigeons, man, why is she so mad?

“Hey! You, stop feeding those pigeons!! It's illegal in these parts!” Her shrill yelling gave you a throbbing headache.

But before you could say anything, the man cut in. “Aye, shut up. You're scaring the birds. C'mon, they're hungry after people like you neglect them. They deserve some food.” He happily gestured to the little birds who were intently focused on the bread crumbs.

You blinked and next thing you knew, the lady had slapped him. The noise scared some pigeons. She tried kicking some before you stepped in and pushed her back.

“What the fuck? Back up bitch. He's a tourist and just trying to feed some birds. It's not like you'd need any more food.” You had no clue where the hell you got this confidence from. Yelling at a stranger?! For a different stranger no less!

The man stood up so fast you almost flinched. He was like 6 foot something! “Don't worry about me. I was just about to leave. And this lady was about to let the birds finish eating—right?” He smiled, gold teeth glimmering in the bright sunlight.

You didn't need to look twice to confirm that was Don Lorenzo.

The lady yelled something but left after getting frightened by the height difference. You turned towards Lorenzo, his expression truly kind. Not that fake yet charming smile Bunny had shown you earlier. “Are you okay?”

You blinked. Not scared or something, just shocked. He got slapped by a rude lady and that was his response?!

Despite the surprise drumming through your thoughts, you nodded. “I'm fine. A-are you good though? Looks like she hit you pretty bad…”

Lorenzo chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Part of you worried once you realized he didn't have a scarf. “Oh uh take this.” You unwrapped your own scarf from around your neck and held it out to him. “Chicago gets pretty chilly during winter.”

At first he refused, but after much insistence on your part, he took it. You offered to show him to the company building, telling him it wouldn't even be a problem considering it was your work building. But once he realized the time, he left in the opposite direction. You didn't mind, but that encounter was definitely unexpected.

What was it with these World Generation XIs??

---

The next day, you wanted to take a stroll around Lake Michigan. You liked swimming, but the beach wasn't really an option during winter.

Then you saw someone. Sitting on a bench, warmly covered. But even then, you could make out the pink-ish hair under that black beanie.

Sae Itoshi is here too?

You lulled yourself into a calmer state before sitting next to him. Morning stroll, you thought. Yeah right.

He glanced at you but continued peering out at the ocean. He seemed quite interested. The lake did look pretty at the time. Water had mostly frozen over, but didn't exactly freeze in one piece. The surface was broken into small glaciers and waves pushed them around, making a fascinating sight to behold.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Does it freeze over like this in Kanagawa?”

You didn't mean to give away the fact you knew him. It was just, you were genuinely curious. Kanagawa's beach wasn't a lake, hence the question.

Sae glanced at you, eyes narrowing when you didn't say anything beyond that. “...no. Does the lake always look like that during winter?”

You shook your head and continued gazing into the water. At one point, you glanced at Sae. He was already looking at you.

But you didn't dwell on that. You stared into his eyes, the beautiful teal reminding you of the wild lake just in front of you.

“You're pretty.” You wanted to explode right then and there. What was it with you?! It's like Sae just demanded the truth without saying anything.

Yet he didn't fuss over it. Instead, just tilted his head, a ghost of a smirk flickering on his face. “Pretty? I've heard a lot about me, but not pretty.”

You looked away, mumbling some excuse. After a straight minute of chewing on your lip, Sae added something, “Don't worry about it. I've heard a lot in my career. You're one of the more tame fans.”

That managed to soothe you. Soothed you enough to ask questions. “Y'know, you're the third World Generation Eleven I've met this week. Are they all around the area?”

Sae hummed in confirmation, taking a second to respond. “Not everyone, but majority. Kaiser, Lorenzo, Loki, Hugo, and… Bunny.”

Silence settled comfortably between you two. Until he broke it again. “Who've you met so far?” His voice was quieter now. Calmer. You glanced at the sea and the waves weren't as chaotic. Did his emotions depend on the water or something?

“Ah uh Bunny and Lorenzo. I don't think Lorenzo knows my name—it's y/n by the way—and Bunny is…something? No offense to him! Just a surprising first impression.” The more comfortable you got, the more talkative you became. Sae Itoshi was known for being cold, yet you couldn't help yourself with a cheery mood.

Sae sighed at the mention of Bunny. He didn't seemed too fazed about the latter making quite the impression. “Oh really? He's like that. What tepid nonesense was he spewing when you met him?”

You took a second to respond. Did Sae sound… amused? Because what? Just the mere thought of Bunny of doing something stupid entertained him that much?

You quickly responded befire your thoughts spirled into questions again. “There was a couple making out in the park. He was sitting next to me and said the couple was repulsive in Spanish. I was so taken aback I had to ask what he meant by that. It was really something.” You laughed to yourself as you recalled everything else that transpired that morning.

Sae checked his watch before letting out a soft exhale. “Gottta go… How about we exchange information? You don't seem too bad.” You were stunned silent for a second.

The Sae Itoshi was asking for YOUR number???

Without much hesitation, you pulled out your phone and held it towards Sae. He typed in his number, saved it, and gave it back to you. He then got up and left without a word. At least Don said bye yesterday!

---

You needed a drink. Now, you weren't much of an alcoholic, but you did take a glass or two when you wanted. And besides, the bar was always playing some sport game on the TVs. Wouldn't hurt to watch one, right?

It was a hockey match. You were nursing a glass of whisky, cheering whenever either team scored. Not much of a hockey fan regardless, you stopped caring about the score a while ago.

On your third glass, you stopped caring about the match in general. You felt woozy. By your fifth, you knew you were done. How did you even end up like this..?

You tried to get and walk outside for some air, but ended up stumbling. Almost fell before a strong arm caught you. “Shouldn't a little thing like you know better than to drink that much?”

Your body reacted before you could. You squirmed, trying to escape whatever hold you were in. The man let out a quiet sigh before readjusting—more so manhandling—you.

Suddenly, the voice spoke up again, “What a pretty girl. Nobody with you, hm?” His thick German accent and quiet mumbling made it a little hard for you to understand, but you still did in your drunken haze.

Then you truely saw him. The blue rose tattoo on his pale neck, peaking out from under his jacket. The blonde hair dyed blue at the ends. Unmistakable, gorgeous blue eyes with red eyeliner.

Michael Kaiser’s unique look.

Suddenly the accent made sense. You never took Kaiser as the type to drink though. At the same time, celebrities aren't always as they seem.

“M–Michael? Wait no, uh Kaiser, right?” You tried talking but nothing came out right. He chuckled and led you to his car.

Kaiser opened the back door and made you sit inside. He stood outside, crouched to meet your gaze. “Where do you live?” Silence from you. “I asked you a question.”

“You did?”

“... Yes, I did. Where do you live?”

“Why…why do you wanna know though?”

He let out a sigh like he just came back from a 9-to-5. “I need to know so I can drive you home. You can barely walk, so I doubt you can do anything on your own.”

You shook your head, a pour forming. “I can go home myself!” Then you crossesd your arms, the epitome of adorable stubbornness.

Next thing you knew, Kaiser left to call someone. And when he returned, he buckled you into his car. Then he got in the driver's seat. For whatever reason, you didn't fuss. Actually, you ended up falling asleep. Something about cars—or just transportation in general—made you sleepy.

When you woke up, you were being carried inside a… place? Hotel probably. Oh well. You drifted back to sleep, curling into whatever warm area that was by you.

---

Next time you were awoken, it was by a couple of voices. Familiar voices?

“Did you need to bring her here? What are we gonna do when she wakes up in some random hotel surrounded by strangers?!”

“Relax, Sae. Bunny said she's not the type to fight. And Lorenzo said she doesn't back down when scared. Hugo and Loki wanted to help take care of her. You won't need to lift a finger.”

“It's not about me doing work, it's about the fact you brought her here in general. She's drunk and couldn't even recite her address earlier.”

The bickering continued for a while. You wanted to say something, ask questions, but you couldn't even lift a finger. Sleep overcame you again as you listened to the chatter fade into background noise.

---

“Hugo, be careful with that.”

“I will. Do you think she'll like this?”

“Well I hope so. We won't be here to get her anything when she wakes up.”

“How bad are hangovers usually? I wanna make sure she's comfortable.”

“I wouldn't know. I'm pretty sure this stuff helps though.”

As much as you wanted to open your eyes, ask questions, your body just wouldn't cooperate with you. It had been a while since you were last drunk, was it always like this?

The only thing you could do was shift your body. Everything felt warm, comfortable. You half-buried your face into the pillow.

All talking stopped the moment you moved. But after nothing happened, you felt yourself get tucked in a little more.

“What a restless little doll,” a French accent spoke, “She's been moving quite a bit.”

You whined at that. A different voice, softer, chuckled. “So you can hear us, hm? C'mon, wake up.”

You wanted to listen so bad, but your limbs felt like lead. The longer you stayed awake, the worse everything felt. You clenched your jaw, curling up into yourself.

Taking the hint, one of them tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Rest, ignore Julien.”

That you could listen to. You shifted a little more before you could finally rest again.

“She's adorable. No wonder Bunny wants to take her with us.”

---

You were finally able to move by next morning. This time, you didn't hear anyone. You slowly blinked awake and sat up. After a quick visual survey of the room, you deducted you were in a hotel.

There was bread, water, and a note on the night stand. You gently picked up the piece of paper to read it.

Good morning, y/n!

Apologies we couldn't be there when you wake up. Early morning plans and whatnot. You're currently at [hotel name]. Michael brought you here after you got drunk. Below is my information if you need it, don't hesitate to reach out. And feel free to stay in the hotel as long as you want!

–Julien Loki

+X (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Woah. No way this was the Julien Loki you were thinking of, right?

…

This was definitely the Julien Loki you were thinking of.

Was he the one who took care of you yesterday? Wait, is this what Kaiser was talking about? Hugo and Loki wanting to care for you?

You had so many questions. But with nobody to answer, you sloppily grabbed the cup of water, almost spilling some in the process. You drank small sips before getting the piece of bread.

It took you a while before you finished everything, then even longer before you got up and left. You made sure to pocket Loki's note before leaving the hotel.

---

After a massive headache, you went back to the lake. Who knows, maybe you'd see Sae again! Though unlikely, you wouldn't mind another conversation with him.

You were completely zoned out when you realize how winded you were. It took a minute for you to find a bench. You reached for your water—and fuck. You were fresh out.

Your hands braced on the bench as you attempted to sit down. Air shot in and out of your lungs as you tried to catch your breath. God, what even caused that moment of lightness to the point of this?

“Need water? Or anything for that matter?” A sweet voice rung out from your left, good english with a strong french accent.

Of course Loki was taking a jog too.

You turned and saw him smiling down at you. The moment he sat next to you, you collapsed onto him. Your head fell on his shoulder, hands tempted to reach out to his. “Loki…” You knew how pathetic you sounded, whimpering his name, but you couldn't do much else.

Loki's expression softened as he lifted a bottle to your lips. You greedily drank until you couldn't. A hand reached up to paw at his. He chuckled, but pulled back the bottled and capped it.

A voice drifted through the harsh winter air, “What are you doing here? Thought you'd be dealing with a nasty hangover.” His hand snaked around your waist, pushing you upright.

A whine came before a proper answer. Though eventually, you did speak up, “I felt a little better and wanted fresh air…”

Time passed before you finally felt good enough to stand. Loki helped you up, and even improved your running form once you two started jogging. He matched your pace the entire time, which was sweet knowing how fast he could go.

Loki made sure you got to your apartment before seeing himself off. You laid down with your heart racing. You told yourself it was from the exercise, but you also knew otherwise.

—

Chocolate croissant. You really, really craved a chocolate croissant. Part of you was tempted to ask Loki to get you one.

After much hesitation, you dragged yourself out of bed and got dressed. There was a bakery right down the street. Overpriced and popular, but insanely good. And besides, they gave locals a discount. Who wouldn't want that!

The cold air was painful on your throat, but you kept trudging through. Once you entered the crowded shop, a shiver of delight ran through you. The delicious scent drifted through the warm air.

You found a table and placed your jacket on it. Then you went to the counter and ordered your chocolate croissant.

Nothing could stop you from devouring it! Well, until a voice cut through your thoughts, “Feeling better, chéri?”

What was Vivian Hugo doing in a bakery?

You took a bite of your food before answering, “Minor headache, but other than that, I feel great.” Then you gestured to the seat across from you.

The chair screeched slightly as Hugo sat across from you. He opened his paper bag—one from the bakery—and pulled out an eclair.

A moment of silence stretched—until you broke it, “Thank you. For taking care of me. I forgot to tell Loki that, but I'll thank him later.” You looked at Hugo with a soft smile.

He froze like he malfunctioned for a second, then reached out towards you. His thumb brushed away a crumb and some chocolate before bringing it to his tounge.

Your heart almost leaped out of your chest. He simply just licked off some chocolate from his thumb and you were (turned on) attracted to that??

“So… uhm, why are you and some of the other new generation eleven here? Sae told me who was here but not why.” Your attempt at breaking the tension was tepid at best, but Hugo humored it.

He took a bite of his eclair before answering. “Just wanted to check out this place. It's off-season and we have nothing to do.”

After light conversation and two finished pastries, you went back to your apartment. That's when you realized you couldn't find your purse. Normally you wouldn't care, but it was your favorite!

---

It took much convincing yourself to go back to that hotel. Night had fallen and you weren't even sure you remembered the hotel or room number correctly.

Knock knock knock

You stood outside a familiar door, heart pounding. You really hoped for just Sae, Kaiser was okay too. Or maybe Hugo and Loki! You knew it was Sae and Kaiser's hotel room, but one could hope.

When it opened, you saw… Don Lorenzo???

“Oh! It's you! Come, come, we were just talking about you!” Despite his ecstatic attitude, you worried. What exactly did he mean by we..?

You stepped inside and your heart dropped. Now you knew what he meant.

They were all there.

Bunny sat on the edge of one bed—the leftmost one, where you had woken up earlier. Kaiser and Sae sat on the couch, to which Lorenzo joined. Hugo and Loki sat on the edge of the rightmost bed, the latter already smiling at you.

He soon spoke up, voice dripping with delight, “Ah, Y/n. What brings you here?”

Before you could answer, Bunny patted the space next to him. You hesitantly sat next to him. He instantly manhandled you to straddle his lap, drawing a whimper from you. “See? I told you guys, she's so easy.”

You wanted to argue, but Sae had already came over and yanked you up by your arm. “Get your filthy hands off of her, creep. Aren't you Spaniards raised better than this?”

Bunny rolled his eyes, leaning back on the bed. “Y'know, you really make me wanna jump out this window. Actually no, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?”

Lorenzo got up too and forcefully seperated everyone. “Hey, enough with the yelling. Why don't we just get along with each other! Didn't even give the poor girl a chance to answer Loki.”

That gave you a chance to answer Loki now, but at what cost? You felt everyone's eyes on you, making you beyong shy at this point. Your hands fidgeted with the hem of your shirt before you sheepishly answered, “I, uhm, I think I forgot my purse here..?”

Hugo wordlessly held it up. You quickly grabbed it. Before you could leave, Kaiser's voice cut though the silence,

“Say y/n, why don't you stay the night?”

A/n: feedback is much welcomed! I do have other fics in mind btw. Gosh moots would reallyyyy encourage me to finish writing and posting 👀

[minnieninnie]

Bllk boys Headcanons ˚˖𓍢ִ໋

Characters : loki, bunny 𓍢ִ໋🌷(MDNI,18+)

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• ​He has a huge ego but acts like a total gentleman around you, always opening doors and treating you like royalty

● ​He shows his romantic side by taking you to expensive Paris cafes, talking about his big dreams and making sure you are a part of every single one of them

● ​He pulls you into his lap after a long training session, burying his face in your neck to completely relax!

● ​He whispers sweet things to you in French with a soft voice to make you feel special

●​He walks with you through the glowing streets of Paris after midnight, carrying your luxury shopping bags in one hand while holding your waist tightly with the other hand

●​He likes to make you ride him while he sits on a chair, holding your hips and guiding your pace while he watches your chest move

●He likes to spread your legs over his shoulders on the edge of the bed, eating you out aggressively until you're shaking & begging him to stop

●​He loves to slide his hand straight into your underwear while you're sitting on his lap in the car, playing with you roughly & fingering you so deep and fast

●​He fucks you at a brutal & fast speed that takes your breath away, then he suddenly stops and forces you to stay still while he rubs you roughly

● The louder & messier your moans get, the rougher & faster he fucks you, getting completely turned on by the sound of your voice breaking down into pure pleasure.

𐙚 𓍢ִ໋🐇 𝑩𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 ─ 𐙚

● He is incredibly gentle & always puts your comfort first

● He loves to touch you 24/7

● He loves doing your hair, gently brushing it out or trying out simple braids while you both talk about your day

● He never forces you to talk about what is wrong, happily sitting with you in peaceful silence or playing a simple video game next to you just to distract your mind

● He loves pressing his face into your hair and inhaling deeply & letting out a soft contented sigh because your scent instantly relaxes him

● He locks his fingers with yours & pulls your hands up to his chest, closing his eyes as he holds them right over his heart so you can feel how fast it beats whenever you are near him

●He is going to have sex with you every night, but he is always gentle. He only speeds up when you tell him to!

● He loves to slips his hand down your underwear to finger you while you are trying to watch a movie, whispering in your ear about how wet your pussy is !

●He likes to lift you up against the wall, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist while he fucks you standing up, holding you tightly by your thighs so you can feel just how easily he can take control of your entire body.

● He loves it when you moan his name over & over in a shaky voice, begging him to go faster!

●As soon as you finish, he pulls the heavy blanket over both of you, tucks your hair behind your ear & kisses your forehead until your heart rate slows down.

Ughhhhhh im so tired 🫩

[ar1kie]

Doodles Hugoloki + Bunny being stupid

[saestarzz]

"come out and haunt me, i know u want me"

ft. Julien Loki & Vivien Hugo

Situationships are torture. (based off this song by cigarettes after sex!)

julien loki + vivien hugo x (kind of implied fem)reader who is stupid and scared to loveeeeeelooooooollkillmeeeee cw: swearing, implied sex, suggestiveness for vivien's

Nothing in Julien Loki's life felt unattainable before you.

He'd been born a winner. Blessed with great athleticism, a healthy body, good looks, smarts...

So why was it so hard to win you over?

It wasn't like the two of you weren't close. You'd gotten... close, that's for sure. Study dates weren't uncommon. Long lectures were spent next to each other with your foot on top of his. Some nights were even spent in each other's dorms, just laying together under the covers with your limbs and fingers intertwined.

But the two of you were just... something else. Intimate, yet not quite a relationship. Apparently, this unspoken rule was enough reason for you to knock on his dorm in the middle of the night with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. This very rule had bothered Julien since that same night, when you pressed your forehead against his in bed and told him he was the perfect temperature.

"Are we really gonna keep doing this every night?" Julien muttered into your hair one night as he warmed the icy arch of your foot in his palm.

"I'm doing my roommate a favor," you yawned in response, burying yourself further into his fluffy duvet. "She probably wants some space. Plus, you've got a single."

"Yeah, I got a single because I'm typically a lone animal. Didn't really ask for a roommate."

You chuckled sleepily, poking his cheek teasingly with your pinky. "Come on, you know you love me."

He paused, warm hands cupping your foot like a secret. "I do love you. That's the problem."

"Julien, I-"

"No. Come on. You can't do this to me," he sighed.

"Can't do what?"

"You can't keep torturing me like this. You can't keep coming over and sleeping in my bed if you're going to act like this is nothing. Because this is everything to me. And we both know we're more than that."

There. Look what you did to him. He let go of your foot, clenching his jaw in discomfort.

Sitting up, Julien leaned back against the headboard. "I'm sorry, but why can't you just... tell me how you feel? Does it have to be that complicated?"

You drew in a deep breath, sitting up shakily. "It's not really that-"

"But it is!" He switched on the lamp on the nightstand, golden eyes immediately darting over to the sight of you. "Look at me."

You rubbed your eyes, gaze softened as you saw his sullen expression.

"Don't you want me?" he asked, hand reaching out to cup the side of your face. You leaned into his touch. "I just... I can see it in your face right now. I can feel it."

Something inside you twisted. Staring down at Julien's toned abdomen, only then did you realize how much skin the two of you had really shared. How much of yourself you'd already revealed to him, and how much of you he'd already loved all this time you'd been scared of this being something real.

A shaky breath escaped from your lips. "Of course I want you," you whispered, eyes wandering to his for confirmation. "Who else would it be but you?"

His gaze wandered off. "Someone not good enough for you."

The two of you laughed. Lifting his other hand up to your cheek, you pressed your forehead against his just as you had the first time.

"You're perfect for me," you mumbled earnestly. "So perfect."

As soon as the words left your lips, the young prodigy couldn't hold back. In a swift movement, his lips crashed against yours, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone as if you were a piece of marble.

"I know," he muttered against your smile. "Just wanted to hear you say it."

His tongue came next, quietly brushing against your bottom lip for permission. Your lips parted in response as the two of you became one, tongues sloppy yet calculating in the heated art of french kissing. You moaned softly. He hummed in response.

The second the two of you pulled away to catch your breaths, you realized there had been a switch flipped inside of you. A chemical reaction. There soon became a missing piece of you, a hole in your heart that only his lips could fill.

That same night, as the two of you finally went to sleep with no boundaries against your skin, having learned absolutely everything about each other, Julien laid wide awake, thoughts swarming like flies in his ears.

Was this a dream?

Had he finally conquered you?

He shook his head, tilting his head to make out the shape of you in the dark. You were sleeping peacefully, face buried in his shoulder.

What was he thinking? It was his natural instinct to win.

Winning, however, rarely came with things as beautiful as you.

For that reason, this victory felt better than any on the field could.

Vivien Hugo had decided you were fated to him long before the two of you actually... met. Which was why it took the two of you so long to meet in the first place - he'd always assumed you would just come to him naturally.

Now, he wasn't sure if waiting was the right decision.

He'd waited patiently. 2 years, to be exact, for you to confess your dying love to him. He'd waited through multiple of your relationships and breakups. Waited through more "platonic" dry-humping sessions than he'd like to admit. Waited patiently for the "perfect moment", where you'd finally come to your senses and realize what the two of you had together was more than just an afterthought.

That "perfect moment" never came.

Maybe he'd have to create it for himself.

Following another messy breakup, you decided to take him back to your place after a party, as you often did in order to channel your energy into something else.

This was typical of you. You'd slowly bait him into believing you finally saw him, until you moved onto the next guy, leaving Vivien destroyed, and you, well... not following your aptitude, as he saw it.

However, this was his chance to fight back.

Your bed creaked under both your weight as you ground your hips against Vivien's, the fucked-up shit in your brain blurring into static as the bulge in his sweats proved itself once again to be the solution to a broken heart.

"Do you get bigger... every time... we do this...?" you whimpered against Vivien's lips as he rolled his hips up into you. "Fuck..."

"You haven't even seen the real thing yet," he grunted, guiding you by your hips. "Want to?"

"I can't. I'm... ugh, vowing to stay abstinent. I can't with men right now."

Vivien chuckled, followed by a soft moan. "Pretty hilarious way of staying abstinent, if you ask me."

"Don't police me," you scoffed, resuming your ministrations. "And don't stop."

Vivien nodded, pushing you onto your back. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Why not just this?" he asked you, running sloppy kisses up your neck until he reached your jaw. "Why not just us?"

"Vivi, it's complicated-"

"Come on. I'm only curious," he sighed into your ear. "Humor me. Don't you think it's funny how after every breakup, you find yourself back here? With me?"

You sighed, running your hands through his soft hair. "Yeah, 'cuz you're fine with... you know..." You made a wishy-washy gesture with your hands.

Vivien's lips paused against your neck. "I'm not," he muttered, shoulders slumping. "And I hate that you think I am."

"Why?"

"Because I've spent my entire life dedicated to my aptitude. And the moment I saw you, I knew you were destined to me. But I've been waiting, and waiting, and you still haven't realized yet."

"Realized what?" you asked, stroking the sides of his face with your thumbs.

"That I'm in love with you. And that we're destined to each other."

"Vivi," you murmured against his burgundy hair. "How is that something I could've guessed?"

His explanation was simple. "I thought that you knew. I guess not."

"No, I knew," you admitted quietly. "It was your feelings I was unsure of."

Huh, Vivien thought. Destiny really does work in funny ways.

a/n: yeah ok viviens is hella rushed bc i got bored shut up

[kxsagi]

“𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞”

a/n: i love when they’re, like, messy. like i just wanna see a boy beg on the pavement. 

title is inspired by the song be like a woman by chris rainbow! i recommend listening to it while reading for the atmosphere 😚 

synopsis: how they try to make it up to you to get a second chance. 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

isagi doesn't believe in grand romantic gestures at first because he genuinely thinks, "if i just explain myself properly, she'll understand." emphasis on at first, because after getting hit with your fourth consecutive "i'm not interested, yoichi," he realizes this is no longer a tactical discussion – this is a relegation battle. 

so now he's outside your apartment at 10 in the evening holding convenience store snacks you used to split after dates, looking like a man who's aged 15 years, saying, "i know these aren't flowers. i panicked in the checkout line." 

the man studies your breakup the way he studies match footage. he has NOTES. actual notes because he’s insane. he knows exactly where he failed, when he stopped communicating enough, the moments you felt neglected because football swallowed his entire schedule. he's not trying to defend himself anymore. every apology starts with, "you were right." 

"i thought providing for our future meant sacrificing the present." he laughs bitterly. "turns out... i sacrificed us." 

he'll wait for hours if he has to. doesn't matter if it's raining or if your neighbors are peeking through their curtains like they're watching a live drama. he promised he'd wait until you were ready to hear him out, so he's waiting. 

one day, you step outside and immediately sigh. "you're still here?" 

"yeah." 

"how long?" 

"since lunch." 

"... it's 8." 

"... yeah." 

"did you eat?" 

"i had a vending machine corn soup." 

"yoichi." 

"it was actually pretty good." 

he smiles so pathetically that you physically have to look away because WHY IS HE MAKING THAT FACE 💔

eventually comes the infamous pavement incident. 

"get up." 

"not until you hear me out." 

"yoichi, people are looking." 

"good." 

"good?” 

"they'll keep me accountable." 

"this isn’t a public apology tour.” 

"it can be." 

"GET UP." 

he absolutely gets dirt on his knees and doesn't even notice because he's too busy saying, "i don't need you to forgive me today. or tomorrow. just... let me become someone you'd want to love again." 

and that line ruins your entire week. 

itoshi rin

rin spends months convincing himself that what he's feeling is simply regret, that eventually it'll disappear if he trains hard enough, scores enough goals, and throws himself into football like he's always done, but the worst part is realizing that every victory feels strangely empty because you're no longer the first person he wants to tell, and suddenly even winning doesn't scratch the itch the way hearing you laugh used to. 

it takes him far longer than he'd ever admit to accept that he doesn't just miss having a girlfriend – he misses you, specifically, and those are two very different things. 

unlike isagi, rin isn't the type to make a public spectacle of himself because the mere thought of strangers watching him be vulnerable makes his skin crawl, so instead he becomes frustratingly, relentlessly present in your life without ever crossing the boundaries you've set. 

if your car won't start, somehow he's already called roadside assistance before you can. if your apartment building loses power during a storm, he's the first person knocking with flashlights, extra batteries, and enough convenience store food to survive an apocalypse. 

every time you sigh and ask, "how did you even know?" he just shrugs and mutters, "i asked your sibling," or "your friend told me," like gathering intel on your well-being has quietly become his newest full-time position. 

when you finally snap and ask him, "are you seriously going to keep doing nice things for me until i feel guilty enough to take you back?" he looks genuinely offended that you'd think guilt had anything to do with it. "no." 

"then why?" 

"because even if you never come back to me..." he hesitates, looking anywhere but your face. "... i still want your life to be easier." 

that answer is infinitely worse for your heart than if he'd tried to sweet-talk you. 

his biggest hurdle isn't proving he still loves you – it's proving he's actually changed. rin knows better than anyone that saying "i'm different now" is meaningless unless the person you're apologizing to gets to experience that difference themselves, so every conversation becomes a test he willingly puts himself through. 

he lets you interrupt him. he listens instead of assuming. when he's frustrated, he tells you he's frustrated instead of disappearing for 3 days and pretending nothing happened. every tiny habit he used to brush off as "that's just how i am" gets replaced with deliberate effort, and he never once asks you to praise him for it. 

eventually, after months of this awkward dance, the two of you get caught in an unexpected downpour while arguing outside your apartment. you're both soaked, hair plastered to your faces, and you're trying very hard to unlock your front door while refusing to look at him because if you make eye contact, you know he's going to say something that'll ruin your emotional stability. 

"you should go home." 

"not until we're done talking." 

"we ARE done talking." 

"i'm not." 

you groan so loudly that your neighbor peeks through the blinds. "rin." 

"i know." 

"you're being stubborn." 

"... i learned from you." 

"don't blame me for this." 

then instead of grabbing your wrist or trying to stop you physically, rin quietly pulls something from his jacket pocket – your old apartment key. the one you'd given him years ago. he'd carried it every single day since the breakup. 

he places it in your palm. "i kept this because... i couldn't let go." he curls your fingers around it himself. "but if i'm asking for another chance… then i have to earn another key." 

you stare down at the little piece of metal. then back at him. "you carried this around for almost a year?" 

"... yeah." 

"you're actually insane. you could’ve come into my place whenever you wanted to." 

"i definitely thought about it." 

your neighbor quietly closes the blinds because this has become far too intimate to keep watching. 

itoshi sae

sae doesn't believe love should ever have to beg for attention, which is exactly why it terrifies him when he realizes that losing you wasn't some unavoidable tragedy – it was the direct result of believing you'd always be there no matter how emotionally unavailable he'd become. 

once that truth settles in, it follows him everywhere, creeping into every hotel room after away matches, every flight home, every silent dinner where the chair across from him remains painfully empty because the person who used to fill that silence with effortless conversation finally got tired of waiting for him. 

he never overwhelms you with constant texts or surprise visits because he knows that would only be serving himself instead of respecting you, but whenever he promises something, he treats it with the same seriousness he treats football. 

if he says he'll call at 7, your phone rings at exactly 7. if he tells you he'll show up to support your art exhibit, concert, graduation, or family gathering, he's already sitting in the audience before you even arrive. there are no excuses anymore. no last-minute cancellations. no "something came up." if he's asking for another chance, he refuses to make you question whether you're his priority ever again. 

one evening, after the two of you accidentally end up talking for nearly 4 hours over coffee, you catch yourself laughing at one of his dry remarks before quickly remembering you're supposed to be emotionally unavailable. 

you roll your eyes. "don't smile." 

"too late." 

"i wasn't smiling." 

"you were." 

"prove it." 

"i wish i could." 

"why?" 

"because i'd frame it." 

you actually choke on your drink. "that was so cheesy." 

"i know." 

"did someone replace you?" 

"i'm beginning to think this heartbreak causes brain damage." 

despite all the progress, there comes a night where you quietly tell him, "i still don't know if i can trust that this version of you will stay." 

and for the first time in a very long time… sae has absolutely no clever response. he simply nods. "that's fair." 

then he reaches into his wallet and slides something across the café table. every boarding pass. every train ticket. every receipt from every trip he'd made just to spend a few hours with you after the breakup before quietly going back home the same night because you weren't ready to let him stay. dozens of them. neatly folded. carefully kept. 

"what's this?" 

"proof." 

"proof of what?" 

"that i stopped expecting love to fit around my schedule." 

your fingers slowly flip through months and months of little paper memories. 

"every time i said i was busy..." he smiles faintly. "i realized i actually wasn't." 

you look up. “you kept all of these?" 

"i wanted something that reminded me effort leaves evidence." 

"... you're making this incredibly difficult." 

"i was hoping." 

from the booth behind you, someone whispers much louder than intended: "girl, if you don't take that man back, i might." 

sae pinches the bridge of his nose. "tokyo has terrible audience etiquette." 

nagi seishiro

nagi spends an embarrassingly long time assuming that because the breakup happened peacefully, maybe the relationship could simply... restart peacefully too, like logging back into a game after maintenance. it isn't until reo bluntly tells him, "you know relationships don't have a continue button, right?" that the reality finally hits him like a freight train, and suddenly he's experiencing the horrifying realization that if he wants you back, he has to actively pursue something for the first time in his life that isn't football or a limited-edition game release. 

the effort he puts in is almost comically obvious because absolutely everyone who knows nagi can tell he's operating at 150% capacity. this is the same man who used to order food because cooking felt like too much work, and now he's somehow watching cooking tutorials at 2 in the morning because you once admitted you missed the breakfasts you'd make together. the pancakes come out looking like abstract art. the eggs are... chopped. but every week he quietly gets a little better. 

one morning he shows up holding a lunchbox. 

"uh, what's this?" 

"your lunch." 

"you made this?" 

"mostly." 

"mostly?" 

"youtube helped." 

you cautiously open it. somehow every strawberry has been cut into little hearts. 

"you can cut fruit into hearts, but you still burned the rice?" 

"... i prioritized." 

"clearly." 

he scratches the back of his neck. "the hearts were harder." 

eventually, after months of trying to prove that effort isn't something he only gives when life is convenient, you tell him the truth: "i'm scared things will go back to the way they were." 

nagi nods. "me, too." 

"what?" 

"i'm scared i'll hurt you again because i didn't know how lazy i was." 

"you know that's a crazy sentence, right?" 

"yeah." 

"who even says, 'i accidentally neglected the love of my life because i wanted to finish a raid?'" 

nagi quietly raises his hand. "... fair." 

then comes the day you decide to walk away from another conversation because your emotions are becoming too much. you make it halfway down the sidewalk before hearing footsteps. then another. then another. you turn around. nagi is following you. not saying anything, only matching your pace. 

"why are you walking behind me?" 

"because if i walk beside you, you'll tell me to leave." 

"probably." 

"if i walk in front, you'll turn around." 

"... also true." 

"so this seemed logically safest." 

you keep walking. he keeps walking. one block. two blocks. three. finally you stop. 

"how long were you planning on doing this?" 

"until you got home safely." 

"and then?" 

"walk home." 

"that's like 30 minutes." 

"i know." 

"you're unbelievable." 

"hopefully memorable." 

an elderly man walking his dog passes the two of you before looking between you with complete understanding. "ah. he messed up?" 

you nod. 

the old man sighs. "good." 

nagi blinks. "good?" 

"builds character." 

"this is the worst day of my life." 

mikage reo

after the breakup, reo's first instinct is to fix everything the way he's fixed every other problem in his life (with resources, planning, and solutions), but it only takes one painfully honest conversation for you to tell him, "i never wanted expensive dates, reo. i wanted you to stop trying to solve my feelings like they were business problems." 

that sentence changes him more than he'd ever admit. 

from then on, every grand gesture disappears completely. no luxury vacations. no designer jewelry. no extravagant surprises. instead, he starts becoming someone dependable in the quietest ways imaginable. 

if your parents need help moving furniture, he's there in old sweatpants before sunrise. if your little cousin needs someone to coach her youth football team because the volunteer canceled, reo somehow rearranges his entire week. if your best friend jokingly says, "if you're serious about getting her back, come help us paint this apartment," he shows up 15 minutes later wearing clothes he clearly doesn't mind ruining. 

"... reo." 

"yeah?" 

"that's a ￥500,000 hoodie." 

he glances down. "... was." 

"you're getting paint on it." 

"i noticed." 

“you're not freaking out?" 

"i've ruined more expensive things." he looks at you. “losing you was definitely the costliest." 

your friend immediately walks into another room. "i'm giving y'all privacy because WHAT WAS THAT." 

one afternoon, while helping assemble furniture for a charity event, you accidentally catch him struggling with an instruction manual that's approximately 3 pages long. 

"you've built billion-dollar companies in simulations." 

"... yes." 

"and this bookshelf is winning?" 

"this bookshelf has no respect for me." 

"you put the shelf in backwards." 

"i chose not to notice." 

"... reo." 

"... please help." 

the two of you end up laughing harder than either of you have in months. he doesn't even realize he's smiling until he catches you smiling, too. 

later that evening, while cleaning paint off his hands together outside the community center, he grows quiet. 

"can i ask you something?" 

"depends." 

"if i never got another chance..." 

your heart immediately sinks. 

"would you still believe that i loved you?" 

you don't answer right away. because the answer has never been no. 

"... yes." 

he lets out the smallest breath. "then at least i did one thing right." 

you stare at him. "that's it?" 

"what?" 

"you're not going to ask me to come back?" 

he smiles, softer than you've seen in a long time. "i want to." 

"then why won't you?" 

"because i already spent too much of our relationship asking for what i wanted and not what you wanted." 

he gently folds the paint rag in his hands. 

"if we ever become us again..." his eyes meet yours. "i want it to be because you chose me." 

your friend opens the door, looks between the two of you, and closes it again. 

from inside the building you hear: "NOBODY GO OUT THERE." 

"WHY?" 

"YOU’LL WISH YOU WERE NEVER SINGLE." 

bachira meguru

bachira doesn't realize how much of his joy was intertwined with you until one day he catches himself turning around after scoring a ridiculous goal because his first instinct is still to look for your reaction in the stands, only to find an empty seat where you used to be, and the smile on his face drops so quickly that even his teammates notice something's wrong. that's when it finally clicks that he wasn't just in love with you – you had quietly become his favorite part of every good thing that happened to him. 

unlike everyone expecting him to mope around dramatically, bachira somehow becomes even brighter, but it's the kind of brightness that only exists because he's trying desperately not to let himself fall apart. he starts sending you photos of weird-shaped clouds, ducks wearing tiny raincoats, dogs that look like rin(?), and every bakery window displaying pastries you'd immediately point at, always ending each message with something painfully simple. 

"this reminded me of you." never… "please come back." 

he wants you to smile before he asks you to forgive him. 

months later, you bump into him at a local festival completely by accident. he freezes. you freeze. then he grins so hard it almost hurts to look at. 

"... hi." 

"... hi." 

"you still hate candied apples?" 

"still think they're a scam." 

"they're literally just apples coated in hardened sugar syrup." 

"exactly." 

"you haven't changed." 

"i've changed plenty." 

the conversation ends up lasting nearly 3 hours. by the time the fireworks begin, neither of you has noticed you've wandered halfway across the festival together. 

before you leave, bachira reaches into the claw machine bag slung over his shoulder and pulls out a tiny bee plush. 

"you still have that?" 

"i've actually won..." he counts on his fingers. "... 23." 

"23?" 

"none of them looked enough like you." 

"... megs." 

"this one finally smiled." 

you have to physically turn away because your eyes are suddenly suspiciously warm. 

"don't cry." 

"’m not." 

"you're making the same face you make before you cry." 

"shut up." 

he laughs softly. "i missed hearing that." 

shidou ryusei

everyone assumes shidou's method of getting you back is going to be loud, chaotic, and illegal. but well… it's only slightly chaotic. because somewhere beneath all that reckless confidence is a man who genuinely understands that if he broke your heart, then making you laugh isn't enough anymore – he has to become someone you can actually trust. 

BUT, shidou has absolutely no clue how to behave like a normal person. 

his first attempt at a heartfelt apology somehow includes scaling the fence outside your apartment complex because the front gate was locked. 

"RYUSEI???" 

"HI, BABY–" 

"DON'T 'BABY' ME???” 

"RIGHT… EX-BABY?" 

"GET DOWN.” 

"I'M TRYING." 

"OH MY GOSH, YOU'RE STUCK.” 

"... A LITTLE." 

your landlord walks outside and stares. "... is that your boyfriend?" 

"... former boyfriend." 

"CAN YOU HELP ME?" 

after the world's most humiliating rescue operation, shidou sits beside you on the curb rubbing the back of his neck. "that wasn't how i pictured this going." 

"really?" 

"i pictured way less fencing." 

eventually his joking fades. 

"... i hurt you." 

"... yeah." 

"i hated seeing you cry." 

"... then why did you keep doing the things that made me cry?" that question hits him harder than any defender ever has. 

he doesn't answer right away. there isn't a good answer. 

"... because i thought you'd always forgive me." he laughs bitterly at himself. "turns out i didn't deserve that." 

after that day, he never asks for another chance outright. instead, he lets his actions slowly speak louder than his mouth ever has, which is honestly the biggest miracle of all. 

karasu tabito

karasu spends the first few months pretending the breakup was the logical conclusion, acting like everything's perfectly fine while his friends watch him become increasingly unbearable to be around because every conversation somehow circles back to you. he starts sentences with, "well, she used to..." so often that otoya finally throws a pillow at his face. 

"either text her or shut up, man." 

"... mind yer business." 

"YOUR BUSINESS IS MY BUSINESS NOW." 

karasu eventually realizes that every sarcastic remark, every clever excuse, every smooth line he's rehearsed falls apart the second he's standing in front of you because you're the one person who's always seen right through him. 

"you practiced this speech." 

"maybe." 

"how many times?" 

"... none." 

"tabito." 

"... 20." 

"20?" 

"okay... 22." he exhales. "yer worth embarrassin’ myself over." 

rather than trying to impress you, karasu starts showing up in the places that actually mattered during your relationship. he doesn’t want to pressure you, but he realizes he'd stopped sharing life with you and had started expecting you to fit around his. 

your favorite bookstore. the tiny café where you'd study together. the elderly couple's restaurant where you celebrated anniversaries. 

one day, you catch him helping the owners stack chairs after closing. 

“you work here now?" 

"nah." 

"then why are you cleaning?" 

"they asked." 

"and you said yes?" 

"thought it'd be good for my ego." 

"is it working?" 

"nope." he smiles. "but i'm learnin’." 

kaiser michael

kaiser begins the entire operation convinced that winning you back will be easy because, statistically speaking, nobody has ever told michael kaiser "no" more than once. 

you make it 7 months. by month 3, he's annoyed. by month 5, he's concerned. by month 7, he's experiencing what ness later describes as "character development." 

"this is suffering." 

ness looks up from his coffee. "this is accountability." 

"i preferred suffering." 

the worst part for kaiser is discovering that none of the things he's always relied on actually work anymore. the charm doesn't work. the flirting doesn't work. the expensive dinners don't work. every smug smile gets met with the same unimpressed expression you've perfected over the months. 

"finished?" 

"... i had another line." 

"delete it." 

eventually, he does something that shocks literally everyone who knows him – he starts asking questions. and then… he actually listens to the answers. 

you tell him what hurt. he doesn't interrupt. you tell him why you left. he doesn't defend himself. you tell him he made you feel like loving him was a competition you'd never win. his face falls. 

“... i didn't know." 

“that's exactly the problem." 

weeks later, he quietly invites you to one of his matches. no VIP package or cameras. only a single ticket. 

after the match, instead of celebrating with reporters, sponsors, and teammates, he walks straight into the empty stadium tunnel where you waited. 

"you came." 

"i said i would." 

"... thank you." 

you blink. "you've never thanked me for coming before." 

"i know." 

"why now?" 

he smiles, but it's smaller than usual. “i spent too much time assuming you'd always be there." 

he gently places his captain's armband into your hands. "keep it." 

"what?" 

"i've spent years chasing trophies." his voice softens. "i'd rather spend the next few chasing your trust." 

from somewhere down the hallway– "KAISER!" 

he doesn't even turn around. "they can wait." 

ness alexis

ness fully falls apart after the breakup in the most alexis ness way imaginable. while everyone else expects him to bounce back eventually, he somehow becomes even more hopelessly devoted than he was when the two of you were together, except now all of that affection has nowhere to go. 

he catches himself instinctively buying your favorite snacks at the grocery store before remembering you don't come over anymore, saves memes to send you only to delete the message before pressing send, and still reaches for his phone after every match because for years you were the first person he wanted to hear say, "you did amazing." the silence afterward is almost unbearable. 

for a long time, he convinces himself that the kindest thing he can do is stay away because he believes he forfeited the privilege of being part of your life the moment he hurt you, but every single week he finds another quiet way to support you without expecting anything in return. 

if your friend launches a small business, he's somehow the first customer through the door. if your younger sibling has a school performance, he quietly sits in the back row with flowers, congratulates them afterward, then leaves before you even notice he was there. if you casually mention online that your local animal shelter needs donations, they mysteriously receive exactly what they asked for the very next morning. every gesture is intentionally anonymous because this isn't about earning points, it's about becoming someone who gives without expecting love in exchange. 

eventually, months later, you finally catch him. "alexis." 

he freezes so hard you'd think someone pressed pause on his entire body. "... hi." 

"were you seriously trying to leave before i saw you?" 

"... yes." 

"why?"  

he rubs the back of his neck, refusing to meet your eyes. "... i wasn't doing those things so you'd forgive me." 

"then why?" 

"... because loving you didn't stop just because dating you did… i still wanted good things to happen to you." 

that answer sits between the two of you for what feels like forever. 

from then on, he never begs for another chance outright because he's terrified that asking too soon would only put pressure on you, so instead he lets consistency speak for him. every promise gets kept. every text gets answered. every conversation you've been avoiding for months is met with patience instead of defensiveness, and whenever he catches himself slipping back into old habits, he's the first one to apologize before you even have to point it out. 

one rainy evening, the two of you end up sharing the same bus stop after an unexpected storm rolls in, and because neither of you brought an umbrella, you're stuck together listening to the rain hammer against the pavement while awkward silence stretches between you. 

"... this is weird." 

"... a little." 

"i had an entire speech planned." 

"really?" 

"it was... very heartfelt." 

"where'd it go?" 

"the second you looked at me, my brain filed for bankruptcy." 

despite yourself, you laugh. 

he blinks. "you laughed." 

"don't get excited." 

"i'm trying not to." 

"you're smiling." 

"i’ve been surviving on emotional breadcrumbs for months." 

you roll your eyes hard. "i can’t with you." 

"i also..." he hesitates. "... wrote you an apology." 

"one apology?" 

"um… technically..." 

"alexis." 

"there were... several drafts." 

"how many?" 

"... 12." 

"12?!” 

"the first 4 sounded too dramatic." 

"alexis." 

"the next 3 were too formal." 

"alexis." 

"then i accidentally started citing relationship psychology articles." 

"YOU ADDED SOURCES?" 

he quietly nods. "... in APA format." 

you stare at him for a full 5 seconds before doubling over laughing so hard you're forced to grab the bus stop bench for support. 

ness immediately panics. "wait– is this a good laugh?" 

"i can't believe..." you wipe tears from your eyes. "you made a bibliography for apologizing to me." 

he hides his face behind both hands. "i wanted it to be academically sincere." 

the bus pulls up. neither of you gets on. because for the first time in months, the conversation doesn't feel heavy anymore. 

and as the bus drives away without you, ness quietly smiles to himself. "missing that one was worth it." 

iglesias bunny

bunny has spent his entire career being confident enough to walk into any stadium in the world believing he can outplay whoever's standing in front of him, but absolutely none of that confidence survives the moment he realizes you've actually moved on with your life without him. 

all of a sudden, the man who thrives under pressure is getting nervous over something as simple as typing "hey," deleting it, retyping it, deleting it again, and asking his teammates whether using two exclamation marks sounds desperate. they unanimously tell him yes. he sends one anyway. 

after enough failed attempts at trying to impress you, bunny finally accepts a painful truth: you don't need to be dazzled anymore – you need to feel safe. from that point onward, every effort he makes becomes intentionally small, thoughtful, and consistent instead of flashy. 

he remembers appointments you'd mentioned weeks ago and checks in afterward. if you're stressed, he doesn't immediately try to fix everything; he simply asks, "do you want advice, or do you just want me to listen?" and then (miraculously) he actually listens. 

one afternoon, the two of you accidentally get paired together during a charity football clinic for kids, and watching bunny interact with children is deeply unfair because every tiny player immediately latches onto him like he's their favorite older brother. 

"coach bunny!" 

"yeah?" 

"can she be on our team?" the little boy points directly at you. 

bunny glances over. "only if she promises not to steal the ball from me." 

"i absolutely will." 

"see?" he sighs. "this is why we broke up." 

"we broke up for a few reasons. one of them being that you forgot our anniversary." 

"details,” he huffs. 

"those are VERY important details." 

by the end of the event, the kids have somehow decided the two of you are married. 

one little girl tugs on bunny's sleeve. "is she your wife?" 

bunny doesn't even hesitate. "you know, i'm trying really hard." 

"excuse me?" 

"what? honesty builds character." 

after everyone leaves, he grows quieter. "i know i can't ask you to trust me just because i miss you." he absentmindedly spins a football beneath his foot. "so i'll just keep showing you i'm worth trusting until you decide whether i'm worth loving again." 

you’re’ speechless. "... that's the first smart thing you've said all day." 

"i've been saving it." 

hugo vivian

hugo refuses to let pride be the reason he loses you twice. the first breakup already taught him exactly how expensive ego can be, and unlike before, he isn't interested in proving that he was right – he's interested in proving that he's capable of becoming better. 

every apology is specific. every conversation is uncomfortable. every difficult topic that his younger self would've avoided gets addressed head-on because he knows healing isn't built on pretty speeches, it's built on honesty that actually changes something. 

he doesn't flood your phone with messages or show up unannounced because he respects your boundaries too much for that now, but whenever your paths naturally cross, there's a gentleness to him that wasn't there before. 

he asks how you've been and genuinely waits for the answer. when you mention something exciting happening in your career, he celebrates you instead of steering the conversation back toward himself. little by little, he begins showing you a version of himself that isn't trying to impress you anymore. 

one evening, after months of careful distance, the two of you end up stuck waiting for the last train home after yours gets delayed. 

"... well." 

"... well." 

"... this is awkward." 

"mmm. very." 

"... did you eat?” 

"that's your opener?" 

"uh, i panicked." 

"i can tell." 

he laughs quietly before reaching into his bag. “i bought two sandwiches earlier." 

"you always carry extra food?" 

"not usually." 

"then why today?" 

he scratches his cheek. "i guess part of me hoped i'd run into you." 

“oh. oh wow.” 

"... i'm trying to look emotionally mature." 

"you're offering me a convenience store egg sandwich." 

"it's a really good egg sandwich." 

hours later, after the station finally begins emptying out, he looks at you with a small, tired smile. "i don't expect you to forgive me." 

"... i know." 

"i don't expect another chance." 

"i know." 

"i just hope that when you think about me someday..." he exhales slowly. "you'll think about the man i became instead of the one who let you go." 

before you can answer, the train finally arrives. the doors slide open. neither of you moves. 

the conductor leans out the window. "are you two getting on or resolving your problems?" 

hugo clears his throat. "give us..." he glances at you. "30 seconds?" 

the conductor sighs so dramatically you almost start laughing. "kids." 

"we're adults. sir." 

"emotionally? that remains to be seen." 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[rukaihh]

2 A Couple, 7 A Crowd

Synopsis: being in a relationship with 7 egotistical soccer players had never come easy but much like everything else, the relationship has its pros and cons!! HEADCANNONS ADDITION PT.1

Pairing: All!NG11 boys/reader poly

Tags: headcannons,fluff, suggestive language and jokes, may be slightly ooc, cringe, f!reader, NSFW and SFW hcs seperate, kinda smutty hcs but not rly, mainly just cute shi

Wc: 1k

A/N: my first time making headcannons so plz be lenient yall but Poly ng11 xreader content is literally my shi bro. I also just realized it's my main content aswell lolz:x can't tell if I'm getting followers fast bc of it or if ppl on Tumblr are just rly nice TOT. Still testing the layout. All photo credits to Pinterest

–SFW headcannons–

▪︎Bf!Sae that always brings you a little keychain whenever he comes back from an away match because the first time he had come back without a gift you had teased him about it saying that he didn't love you and now he buys the keychains as proof even if you insist that you were joking that one time and don't need the gifts.

▪︎Bf!Kaiser who in the beginning was kinda closed off and still tried to wear his mask of perfection until he realized that he was in a safe relationship where everyone could be themselves and still be loved for it. He loves that even when he acts rude and arrogant that you all still stay and heal the inner child buried deep inside who yearned for that love and loyalty.

▪︎Bf!Lorenzo who you always find yourself acting mischievous with. He's your evil twin and you are always acting silly and joking along with him and occasionally Bunny as you annoy all the others with your idiocricy(they all secretly love it and find it hilarious but can't let you guys have that win so they just act pissed)

▪︎Bf!Teddy that you always find lying ontop of you, all nuzzled on your chest(not even in a suggestive way) he just likes the feeling of being able to lay down after a long day and relax in your hold like an emotionally constipated teddy bear as you thread your hands through his soft hair.

▪︎Bf!Hugo that unconsciously follows you around like a lost chick whenever you go out because he's worried if he takes his eyes off of you that you'll get distracted, walk off and get lost one day.

▪︎Bf!Loki who no matter how arrogant and mischievous he may act on the field, in the relationship he is the most rational and sweetest of all 7 of your boys. The type that makes sure that he has texted everyone privately atleast once everyday and likes to take quite walks in the park while holding hands. Sometimes tho he may slip into his mischief persona randomly.

▪︎Bf!Bunny who's favourite thing to do with you is sneak over to the beach in the early morning(like 2am/3am) to walk around and splash lightly in the waves while most people aren't around like some cheesy romcom couple because and you quote 'gestures of love are done best in quite places' and he'll say this as he hands you a random gift to seal the moment.

▪︎Bf!Loki and Bf!Hugo who whenever the world cup comes around always end up having the same petty fight of who's jersey you should be wearing between the two on their game days(you always end up wearing Charles' one to keep the peace)

▪︎Gf!Reader that always has to deal with the odd looks from others as you get another gift delivered to you at work from one of your boys( The guys are definitely doing it on purpose to embarrass you so you have to explain to the 5th person this week why you just received your 6th gift in 4 days and all from separate people without sounding like a cheating bop smh)

▪︎Poly!Ng11 XReader that always make a plan atleast once a month to all meet up with eachother and relax together. Whether it be one big sleep over at one of your houses, a movie night or even a group restaurant date; you all always try your best to find one day where all 8 of you can meet. It's tradition and by far your best times spent as a poly couple no matter how much other people around you hate you all and judge for it.

–NSFW headcannons(not rly tho)–

•Bf!Hugo and Bf!Bunny that like to gang up on you together every now and then and pull you into a 3 way that leaves you slipping out of consciousness after one round. Doesn't mean their going to stop though, especially after how bratty you act on the group chat! They'll go until you knock out(which usually lasts 3 rounds max) then pamper you completely afterwards when you wake up.

•Bf!Loki who especially likes to take you after a match. When the adrenaline is still pumping and his stamina bar slightly slipping, he enjoys using the remaining bit of his energy on you with precautions of course! He knows how fast he can get(his main weapon is literally called godspeed) and has no intention of hurting you. Normally.  Butttt don't let it be a day when he's lost a match because when that happens he might not acknowledge your safe words and hints for awhile. He just really needs to get that anger and frustration out you know? But don't worry, his aftercare will be great! Massages, kisses, cuddles, and anything else needed.

•Bf!Bunny and Bf!Kaiser who are normally sadist around the rest of yall but turn into slight masochist around eachother. It had all started that one time when Bunny accidentally slapped Kaiser on the cheek while they were roughing it. It wasn't a hard slap, it was more like a pat on the cheek if anything but Kaiser took it VERY personally. Even going as far as to hit the albino haired male back 2 times as hard as he did, so like an actual slap. And that's how some masochistic trend started between the two of them and eventually they had even roped Sae into it! Now whenever the three find themselves together in one bed, it's mainly Sae playing as the means-maker to the other twos masochistic desires and you're pretty sure that's how Sae formed his whipping and slight slapping kink.

•Bf!Lorenzo who you only let eat you out during the summer because his gold teeth feel FAR too cold during winter on your already sensitive skin but during the burning days of summer offer you immense comfort from the much too high heat.

•Bf!Teddy that enjoys when you tie his limbs to the bed and ride him like there's no tomorrow, using his body for all your little desires. It makes him feel like your little puppet and you his puppet master that has control over what he does and how he moves in bed. Bondage kink basically.

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Please don't steal my content-2026

[lushbunsss]

🂱 your son is a sore loser!

This evening was meant to be a tranquil one for you. It was Sunday and you didn’t have much to do, and since your son was playing outside with Julien, you got to start this book you’ve been wanting to read for a while. You even lit up a few candles and everything to set up the mood, and for the first thirty minutes, you were engrossed in the story. But when you saw your four year old son walk into your living room with a very displeased face, you immediately shifted your attention from the book to him.

“[S/N], what’s up with the sad face?” he didn’t answer, instead he climbed on the couch and laid next to you, clearly seeking comfort from whatever turmoil he was dealing with at the moment. "Weren't you playing with daddy outside?”

“I don’t wanna play with daddy anymore…he sucks.”

“He sucks?” You were expecting him to say anything but that. There isn't a person who venerates Julien more than your son does, so hearing him say that is out of the ordinary. “Why do you say that?”

The only response he gives you is a grumble that is barely above a whisper. You should’ve been expecting from the start, taking in consideration that he’s not the most talkative when moody.

“Fine…i’ll go speak to him. Stay here.” You kiss him on the forehead, before leaving him to sulk by himself on the couch so you can go look for the culprit of his current distress. 

Which didn’t take too long as you’ve quickly bumped into the corridor connected to the entrance. “Hey, you! where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m looking for [S/N], where is he?”

“He’s in the living room and he’s also mad at you apparently.” The man in front of you sighs at your answer. “You didn’t happen to make him angry on purpose, did you?”

“I haven’t done anything,” you’re not buying it and he can tell. “He’s throwing a tantrum cus he can’t win against me in a 1v1.”

Ah, now it all makes sense. 

That kid’s competitive nature is really starting to become an issue at this point and you don’t know what to do about it anymore. 

If he’s not the best at whatever he’s doing or game he’s playing he genuinely can’t take it. The amount of times his pre-school teacher has told you he refused to play with his friends during break time after losing one game is very worrisome.“And why can’t you just let him win at least once…”

“Because I think it’s important he learns life is not fair early.” Yeah, that is an important life lesson and you know it, but surely there’s a better way of teaching a child something like that. “Also, it's a good thing he’s frustrated right now. Shows that he cares.”

“I think we’re just raising a sore loser, Julien…and that’s not good, is it.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with being a little competitive?”

Of course he doesn’t…

an — this is a little short...and i can feel writers block slowly taking over me...help </3

© ʟᴜꜱʜʙᴜɴꜱꜱꜱ ᴇꜱᴛ 2025, don't copy, translate or repost my work on other platforms. please do not feed my work to ai either. line dividers were made by me.

[tsir-la]

Hell's here. if demons look like statues, i thought that Hell's gonna be the same

and minos. and earthmover

TW: BOOBS

erm... boobriel... i believe angels can change their form whatever they want so...

[wavelengths-mind]

j. loki x fem! reader

╰┈➤ you're upset with him, and naturally, he makes it up to you. whether it's for your pleasure or his.

୨ৎcw: nsfw, oral receiving f, face sitting, cunnilingus, praising, masturbation

a/n: well...the loki agenda got me the more i kept re-reading the fuck ass manga

the argument had started over something trivial. at least, that’s what julian loki made it seem like.

a missed call, a forgotten promise, surely those weren’t something you could just…simply brush off to the side. it was a small thing that had grown teeth after sitting unaddressed for too long. 

you had tried to brush it off at first, convince yourself that it wasn’t worth being upset over, and perhaps try to be understanding of his rigorous schedule; but all of that fell through when julian stood before you with that same quiet expression he always wore—the one that made it impossible to tell whether he was genuinely unaffected by your words, or simply too good at hiding them. 

and somehow, that made everything worse. 

loki wasn’t angry nor upset that you voiced your frustrations at him, instead he just stood there, listening. 

most people would’ve retaliated, raise their voice, try to prove their side, but julian did none of that. he let every single word fall in between you, never interrupting you once. 

and the troubling part of all this? the look on his face: amusement, and something more…hidden. one you couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

a feint curve at the corner of his mouth. a bewitching glint in his eyes, one that made you feel like you were the only one in the room who hadn’t realized it yet, which…you didn’t. until you looked down.

it was hard to notice at first through the haze of your emotion, but when you did, your exasperation completely dissipated. 

julian loki was hard. his obvious erection straining against the confines of his pants, and he did nothing to hide it. like he wanted you to notice. 

“you done?” loki murmurs, reaching beneath his waistband to fix his erection to lie comfortably in his pants. “sorry mon cœur… seeing you all angry got me worked up…how can i make it up to you?” 

it took very little convincing to get julian loki the way you wanted him, flat on his back while you dragged your drenched pussy across his eager mouth—so eager to please you he didn’t give a shit about anything else, only making it up to you.

his tongue slips from his lips to meet your clit head on, a measured motion only he could master, then angling downward to press the warmth of his pink muscle against your entrance; practically begging that you give him more with the way he was squeezing your ass. but something was amiss, a loss of contact when there shouldn’t be.

“juli…what did i tell you?” you warn him breathlessly, your eyes landing on his. it was his eyes that gave him away, that impossible shade of gold, hazed over and distant, but they refocused upon hearing your voice, properly meeting your gaze. 

you felt him smirk against your pussy, giving your folds an exploritory pass of his tongue before breaching your entrance. you jolt against him with an involuntary buck of your hips. 

“how do you expect me not to touch myself to you?” 

you had explicitly told loki not to touch himself until he had made you cum—purely out of spite. but what you enforced was quickly starting to crumble away, and you were too drunk off the feeling of him making out with your pussy to care. 

you offer julian a weak glare, but it was quickly broken down by the quick flick of his tongue against your clit. 

“mmmm! fuck—m’ gonna cum!” you cry out, your hips rolling against his face with amplified fervor, hands reaching forward to grip the headboard. 

“yeah? you gonna cum all over me?” loki mutters against your core, a hand sliding back down to grip his aching shaft, pumping his swollen cock to the sound of your labored breathing, the way his name fell from your lips, the obscene wetness of your pussy all over his mouth—he wasn’t going to last very long. 

you nod frantically, “gonna cum all over your face, juli—”

loki groans into your heat, pumping himself faster. “c’mon then, use me, make a mess, baby, i got you.” 

“julian!” 

“yes, that’s it mon cœur, let me fix it. let me make it up to you.” 

you unraveled like a thread pulled from a seam as a tremor worked its way through you, quivering uncontrollably as he adamantly lapped at you, riding you through your orgasm. loki ate your pussy like he’d been waiting for that first taste, long before you voiced your anger at him. there was something almost mesmerizing about the way he enjoyed it, how he devoured your arousal completely unguarded and unapologetically pleased. 

loki was completely blissed out from you alone, engrossed in the way you clenched and unclenched around nothing, basking in the aftermath of your high. his cock pulsed one final time before spilling all over his hand, hot spurts of cum dripping over his digits like a sinful fountain. loki couldn’t help himself, whimpering against your pussy as he bucked into his hand. 

“shit, juli? are you okay?” you ask, hastily pulling your hips away from his mouth. 

his mouth was ridiculously messy, glossy with the sweetness of your orgasm, the evidence of his indulgence impossible to ignore. loki smiled at you, completely unapologetic. 

“are you still mad, baby?” 

you roll your eyes. “it seems like you want me to be mad, julian.” 

“yeah,” he said simply, almost too honestly. “if it means i get to keep doing this.” 

[dorkerdiaries]

dictator loki would go crazy… like its very ooc but it’s dictator loki. i can just imagine him jokingly getting a riding crop or something and smacking your ass with it.

or even better if he teased your pussy with it, just stroking it down and randomly slapping your clit.

no but the role play would be amazing. since he’s more of the vanilla type in bed, it would be such a 180 if he decided to make you striptease for him— to make you work for his cock.

and then and then if he squeezed your neck while he was plowing into you and overstiming you just so he could get off…

[julilokiselirator]

Reasons why I like mbappe

1.

[stuckinachimney]

ms paint is fun

[yayamrata]

its acc not funny how hot he looks here 😭😭😭

[julilokiselirator]

I'm lowk turned on