definitelynotanalien

[definitelynotanalien]

So um I’ve kinda been stuck on epic the musical lately? Always been a fan of greek mythos — had books since I was little — and I adore Percy Jackson as well. Yet I read a few too many of the [character] with porn plots, and I made one for Hermes?

It’s a bit horrid, and I think it’s a tad unrealistic for an irl scenario, but it is meant to be a porn plot? So enjoy.

tw; smut, cheating, implied emotionally abusive relationship, kinda dubcon? don’t rlly think so but labelling it just to be safe, female reader

HOT MAILMAN ALMOST CAUGHT FUCKING CLIENTS SEXY WIFE!? (so funny i’m sry)

“I’m playing games with my friends, get the door!” Your lazy husband calls out from his ‘office’ — really his gaming room after he was fired half a year ago.

You sigh from your spot in the living room, the thin walls barely hiding your disappointment as you walk on new wooden floors, mentally prepared for whichever salesman is here to scam your money.

The light of another bright sunday morning fills your house as you spot the handsome mailman standing on your porch. His eye catching on your lazy pyjamas, your shirt showing off your collarbone and the lack of marks on it.

“I’ve got a parcel for you,” he announces, not passing the box into your hands as he lingers at the door.

He’s a new delivery man, not your usual old guy. He’s young, fit, and more handsome than you'd like to admit. The type of guy who would have you twirled around his finger with his brown curls and tan, as well as his wing earrings. Cute, with a face practically carved from marble.

The dark haired man gives you a fake-confused look as you silently wave him to give you the delivery, motioning him to pass it over, then he walks forward and steps into your home with a sly smile.

As soon as he enters, it starts raining outside — heavy rain — and you notice his lack of other deliveries. You close the door behind him, agreeing that the poor gorgeous man shouldn’t suffer in this presumably short burst of rain.

He notices your wedding ring.

“Have a husband?” He asks, with a knowing smirk.

The name Hermes adorns his name tag, along with fantastical little embellishments that you’re sure aren’t typical for a mailman.

You respond stiffly, “I do.”

“Don’t sound too sure about that.”

You scoff and turn, in a horrible mood because of your bum-of-a-husband and this messenger who seems to be rubbing your lacking marriage in.

“Y’know, we might be stuck inside for a while, how about we get to know eachother better.” He suggests with a friendly tone, approaching you.

You turn around sharply, “My life is per-“, you’re interrupted by a slip on the wooden floors — a new install that wasn’t fully worn in yet. A horrible decision resulting in you landing on top of the golden eyed mailman.

There’s nothing inherently bad about the situation, aside from the fact that you seem to have landed with your crotch on his pelvis. You let out a light, fluttery breath, one that could easily be mistaken for a moan.

You shouldn’t have worn these thin, flimsy pyjamas pants today, and his short-shorts seem less and less appealing as the seconds stretch on.

He grins. He doesn’t smile or smirk, he grins. A cocky, boyish grin that spreads across his face as you pin him beneath you. “When I said we should get to know eachother better, I didn’t mean like this.”

You groan, feeling his growing hardness beneath you as you seem to get soaked from his teasing words.

While this isn’t what you initially expected when you saw that handsome mailman outside your door, you wouldn’t object to this.

You’re a lonely, desperate wife, who’s husband only lazes around and doesn’t give you the pleasure you deserve, and you can feel Hermes’s large ‘package’ beneath you, so you just need more of it.

“Shut up and pull your shorts off.” You command, already unbuttoning the top button. Your rubbing yourself onto him whilst doing so, relentless in your search for completion.

He gladly obliges, unzipping and pulling them off with his boxers, you practically drool at the sight of him, reaching to grab it before he stops you.

Yanking down your pants, he rips off your undergarments and flips the position all at once. It’s impressive, a trick he learnt throughout the years you presume, allowing him to pin your hands by the side of your head.

You’re finally filled after what seems like years of waiting, getting relentlessly pounded into as your now sticky body is pushed up and down against your floorboard, pure thundering pleasure fills your soul. If you had lower-floor neighbours they’d surely complain, luckily you live in a house, unluckily your husband is in the next few rooms over playing video games with his loser friends, and if he hears you then you’re dead. You get wetter.

Hermes makes small, barely audible hums as he fucks you. It’s as if this has no effect on him whatsoever as you writhe beneath him, making more than audible moans.

It feels like finally being whole, united with the one pleasure you've always wanted — needed — in your years of marriage.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” The dark haired man admits as you desperately claw at his back, it’s a weird sentence seeing as you’ve literally never seen him before, but he doesn’t elaborate.

He lifts you up, literally lifts you into the air with his strong muscled forearms as he stands up, pushing you against the dining table and destroying you on the spot your husband would eat, you wonder how he knows this. Your back is on the table as he stands, giving him easy access to rub his fingers against your clit.

He makes you see stars, pure utter ecstasy. You can feel your vagina throb like a heartbeat as he satisfies your deepest urges. He continues like this for a few moments, when you hear the sounds of video games in the distance stop, and you bite your tongue.

Hermes continues pushing himself in and out of you as you hold your delicious whines back, his golden eyes flickering with a hint of annoyance.

“You're gonna get us caught.” You moan out between breaths, desperately holding your other noises back.

Hermes pouts. Pouts. It’s a bit funny, but what's not funny is how his pace immediately increases. Pounding you with new, god-like speed.

“Let him catch us. Let him see you’re mine.” A bit possessive for a guy you just met, but you suppose you've had worse.

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You’re screwed.

Tw; swearing

inspired by a dream i had

Sae Itoshi has been your friend ever since you were twelve years old.

You first met at some silly tour of the football academy, your father was a major investor in Re Al’s club and he had insisted that the two of you get to meet the new talents.

Your father was busy chatting with one of his associates, while you zoned off. It was rather normal for a kid your age who would have rather been playing with your friends than listening to boring business talk.

Unfortunately you weren’t allowed to read a book, or use a phone, so you were stuck ignoring the conversation and making up weird scenarios in your head.

You did that for around five seconds before a certain pink haired boy caught your attention. A — not very awkward — teenage boy version of the future greatest midfielder in the world.

He had the prettiest lower eye lashes, and his actual eyes were gorgeous. They were a green tinted cyan that seemed to contain the mystery’s of the ocean, you would compare it to the Mariana Trench, but his eyes were slightly more intimidating.

So you stared at the boy, burning holes through his soul, using his casual attractiveness to provide some interest in your father’s business interaction.

Of course eventually the mysterious teenager looked at you with a deadpan expression, noticing your less-than-subtle look. You responded with a side glance to your father and his associate, and you could’ve sworn the boy chuckled at your predicament. You rolled your eyes in response, and the boy walked over to you casually.

The pair of you didn’t make proper conversation, perhaps a small introduction at most. Sae simply stood next to you to keep you company, letting you continue to gape at him.

You ended up exchanging numbers thought some stroke of luck, and have kept in contact ever since. Quite a few years have passed since then and now you’re screwed, you’re sure of it.

You see, you had developed a massive crush on him. Who could blame you? An attractive and fit guy who was that interested in you? The dream! And now it’s come back to bite you in the ass.

He’s straddling you against the couch of your much too expensive air BNB, your phone playing a rather familiar reel in hand.

The pair of you are on a vacation in the Alps, supposed to be having fun in the snow and relaxing, of course nothing can ever go as planned — especially if it’s on your fathers dime.

Sae has found your collection on Instagram with various edits and more of him saved, with the official title being ‘🤤🤤🤤’, and now he’s confronting you in his unusually Sae fashion by dangling your phone in front of you, as if it’s the steak to your dog.

“I didn’t know you were that interested in…” He pauses, and a pregnant silence fills the room.

Your heart skips a beat, and you regret not deleting that collection a while ago, but you didn’t think it’d come back to bite you in the butt this soon!

“Football.” Sae concludes with a mischievous grin, fluttering his fluffy eyelashes.

You groan underneath him, holy shit, you’re far more screwed than you think.

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i think if Chigiri tied me up in some complicated shibari rig i’d be healed

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re-al or fah-ke?

mmm fah-ke

oh no! re-al!!!

now say i'm the only one you need

ranking the bllk men on how good of a boyfriend they are ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu, michael kaiser, alexis ness

song from here listen to it to get a kiss from me

༄ isagi: 10/10

one third of the “perfect boyfriend trio.” he’s incredibly attentive of all your needs and overall is very good at balancing his soccer career with your relationship. dictionary definition of “walk him like a dog.” anything you say goes and he’s more than happy with things being that way. actually has a pretty high tolerance for whatever things you might put him through, he tends to be good at solving problems before they can spiral out of control. the most you’ll have to deal with is the fact he can be kind of on the more awkward and shy side of things, unsure how to really be in a relationship. he wasn’t really popular or well known at all before blue lock, so at most he had crushes that were one-sided. his friends joke and tease about how you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. he doesn’t even care that they’re right.

༄ bachira: 9/10

the thing with bachira is that you’re not gonna date him unless you’re okay with all of his quirks, so there’s really nothing “bad” or unexpected going into the relationship. at his worst he can be clingy and a smidge overbearing, but he’s terrified of you deciding you want something more, better than him. he’s very easy going because of this, and really won’t have any disagreements with whatever ideas strike you. you’re actually a rock in this life, and he feels safe confiding all the thoughts clawing at his mind when he’s being held in your arms. despite what people may think, he does have a calmer temperament to him - generally after practice or late at night. he’s a big cuddle bug and will most likely fall asleep on your stomach, clinging to you so you can’t leave him.

༄ chigiri: 5/10

rose-glasses off, chigiri kinda sucks. he’s very selfish without the whole egoist thing going on, and it’s confirmed in canon that a lot of people get turned off by his personality after being drawn in by his looks. he obviously has some interest in you if you’re dating, but that doesn’t mean his bad traits magically go away. his mindset is very “me before you.” if you’re arguing he’s going to bring up points for the sole purpose of hurting you because he has to be right. he has too much pride to admit when he's wrong but also to apologize for his actions. on the opposite side of that, though, is compliments and the like are easy for him to give you. he’s pretty open with his opinions so if he likes a certain thing about you he has no qualms with telling you as such. he would never deny you're dating and generally likes to show you off, wanting everyone to know he bagged an incredible person. he’s not the worst person to date, but it probably won’t be worth anything as a long term relationship.

༄ nagi: 6/10

nagi is my favorite character and that’s why i need to say this. he does have some merit for what it’s worth. he’s very physically affectionate and is also really easy to be around. i see him as being more open to compromise if you’re stern enough with him. he might complain a bit but he’s not that hard to convince. the biggest issue with him is that he just… doesn’t care. if he goes to a new cafe with you it’s cause you asked him, not because he wanted to. it’s not that he doesn’t love you, he just doesn’t process things like this in his brain. the concept of ‘doing things for your partner before they ask’ doesn’t click. he’s not a mind reader, so isn’t just being vocal about what you want the easiest? he doesn’t really expect much from you as a partner so easily grows confused at why you have these random demands and expectations from him when you know exactly how he is. it might not be a dealbreaker, but it does make you question if he’s ever actually enjoying his time with you.

༄ reo: 8/10

reo’s biggest issues are 1.) he's absurdly jealous and 2.) his money. the thing with his money is the fact he uses it almost as a deflector of sorts. if you have a genuine problem you need to sort out with him, he's giving you new jewelry, designer bags, dinners at michelin star restaurants instead of talking it out. he doesn’t want to give you the chance to bring up your displeasure in regards to something he’s done. it’s his default answer because it’s the only thing people have wanted from him. reo is actually very scared of conflict. he’s worried you’ll leave him at the first sign of him not being the picture perfect boyfriend that’s expected from him, which ties into the jealousy. if someone has a trait you admire, he’ll mold himself to fit that thing you seem to like.  he hates when you even acknowledge other people’s talents or attractive features  (save for nagi.) speaking of nagi, it’s played out but i do believe he’s the only person reo will share you with. if nagi wants to cuddle, kiss, act like your boyfriend, reo has no issue as long as he’s involved too. when you’re someone reo truly loves, he’ll let you do pretty much anything to him with no repercussions. it’s very easy to take advantage of him as long as you promise stay by his side.

༄ rin: 7/10

no matter how much he denies it, rin tries very hard to be sae. he wants to be the nonchalant boyfriend, never losing his cool and making it seem like you’re always running back for more. in truth, he couldn’t be more obvious about how badly he needs you. he has this sort of non-stop identity crisis going so he’s going to have this front of “fine with you, fine without you.” he wants you to think he doesn’t need you that bad because he’s worried you’ll see him as weak. the thing that makes it obvious is that when you’re threatening to leave because he’s just too hot and cold, he caves instantly. teeth gritted, he’ll ask what you want him to change, what kind of person should he be for you? after sae, he became so desperately starved for love that the second you started dating  he felt like he was suffocating, always needing your validation but unable to ask for it. similarly to reo, he’s easy to take advantage of if you insinuate that you’re unhappy with something currently in your relationship. be gentle because you can break him apart and he’ll always think it was his fault.

༄ sae: 9/10

i’m gonna go against the grain and say that sae is actually a great boyfriend because he wouldn’t bother getting into a relationship to begin with if he didnt think it’s worth his time. he’s an incredibly self assured person so he has no reason to be all wishy-washy with who he’s interested. sae’ll make it clear he wants to date you and obviously you’re reciprocating because duh, he’s sae itoshi. from the get go he’ll remind you that soccer is his career, his lifeblood, and while he loves you more, his priorities lay there. the fact he straight up admits it instead of letting it become a festering issue is exactly why he’s so good because neither of you will have wasted time in the relationship. he’s also easier to talk to than one might think. sae generally believes drawn out arguments are pointless  and wasting energy on them doesn’t help anyone, so any that you two have are squashed pretty quickly. affection comes pretty easily to him but he can be a little emotionally absent at his worst. it’s not really something that changes over time, but he has other methods of making sure you know he adores you. it’s very “what you see is what you get.” if you’re acquainted with him at all, there’s really no negative surprises or unexpected twists that put a damper on the romance between you both. if nothing else, he makes sure the whole world know exactly who you belong to, and it leaves you with no room to doubt he plans to keep you by his side forever.

༄ karasu: 10/10

one third of the “perfect boyfriend trio.” this is generally a shock to people who know the kind of company he keeps around but the thing is that karasu doesn’t approve of otoya’s behavior. he goes from insinuating otoya could be doing better things with his time than leading girls on to flat out telling him he’s pathetic for not holding down a relationship. most of the girls who have their hearts broken by otoya fall in love with karasu right after from how kindly he treats them and the way he apologizes for his friends nasty habits. karasu holds a lot of respect for you as a person since he’s attracted to people he can analyze and read into. a common bonding activity is just him asking your opinions on certain topics or how you’d approach a theoretical situation and he’ll sit back and listen, trying to dig into your mind. he’s also very self aware of his flaws and will admit he isn’t perfect but is always working to better himself (“his weakness is that he can't be nice to people he thinks are mediocre and knows he needs to fix that.”) it’s not like you’ll never have issues, but he always resolves them in a way that doesn’t add tension or doubt to your relationship. he’s also good with all 5 love languages and prefers to show them all to you, but if you have ones you prefer or dislike then he can easily adjust. he’s always listening to you, learning about you, wanting to be the best version of himself he can for you.

༄ otoya: 6/10

the glaring bone of contention with otoya is obvious to anyone who knows him - but not in the way you think. otoya can be a good boyfriend if he wants ; he knows what girls like, what makes them happy, how to keep them satisfied. he’s had enough practice for it to be second nature. once you're in a genuine relationship with him, he’s going to treat you pretty well. thing is - that’s exactly his problem. in the back of your head you know why he’s so good at this. you know you’re an idiot for thinking you can change him despite the fact you did. it’s just impossible to believe. every time he tries to reassure you that yes, you’re his only, he doesn’t want to go back to his old ways, you’re just staring at him thinking to yourself, ‘wonder how many times he’s used this line on someone.’ you’re just never going to have a sense of security with him because there’s always this lingering "what if" bouncing around. the worst part is that it’s not an unreasonable line of thought. mindless paranoia is one thing, but there’s so much proof against him that you’d be more humiliated for assuming he isn’t cheating on you - you can’t date a serial cheater and be really that mad or shocked if he does. you know what you signed up for accepting his confession, so your entire viewpoint is that it’s a matter of ‘when’ and not ‘if’. you can never ever say with full confidence he's 100% yours, even when he is.

༄ yukimiya: 10/10

one third of the “perfect boyfriend trio.” i know it’s like beating a dead horse since this is a commonly shared sentiment but he really is incredible. a big part of the reason why is actually the fact he’s emotionally mature. he’s in tune with how he feels and knows how to convey it respectfully but isn’t so set in his ways he can’t see what points you want to make if you were to disagree on something. something else is that he’s very good at reading your micro-behaviors and can fall in line pretty well with how you act without compromising his own personality (in comparison to how someone like bachira or alexis would.) if you tend to be on the shyer side, not really one to defend yourself, he has no issue stepping in and solving whatever problem is going on. on the flip if you are more outgoing and not scared to bite at people then he'll fall back, only intervening when he can sense things’ll get ugly if he doesn’t tug on your leash a little bit. something he particularly enjoys doing is picking up hobbies or skills that you enjoy or would appreciate. he’ll learn how to cook if you hate it or asks you to read your favorite books to him at night, wrapped in his arms while he presses a gentle kiss against your temple. 

༄ kaiser: 4/10 to 8/10 

the thing with kaiser is that he’s a really good boyfriend, but you have to go through hell to get to that point. he has so many walls and has all these little “tests” where he tries to catch you using him for his money, status, looks, etc. kaiser wants to convince himself that love obviously isn’t real ; look at his parents for god’s sake. so he’s always trying to plan some “gotcha” thing and catch you in the act. the issue is, he doesn’t. you’re really like this from the bottom of your heart and he can’t wrap his head around that fact. so he goes to the emotion he knows best - anger. he’s lashing out at you for lying to him, accusing you of all sorts of things because surely there’s no way this is real, that he has something fully his, someone who cherishes him and sees him for his best. this entire process isn’t a few months either - this is a good two or three years. he has a lot of built up trauma to navigate both on his own and with you. if you somehow have the conviction to get through this then he’ll be a really incredible guy to have around. he loves you so fiercely that he’d rather die than let the one good thing he’s been gifted to slip from his fingers, but everyone in your life is going to hate him by then and insist he hasn’t changed, feeling like you’re going to eventually be broken by him.

༄ alexis: ?/10

alexis is actually pretty similar to bachira, just more extreme. in any other context, his obsessions would be viewed as something of concern or distasteful but dating alexis means you already would know about it and in turn only get into a relationship if you were okay with it. it’s not as if his attachment to kaiser is a secret. if you’re going in with the “i can fix him” mentality then you’ve doomed yourself already. you have to already accept his quirks and such to really reach him in a way that matters. a relationship with him is this unending back and forth. you're actually not really going to be viewed as this untouchable deity because he's already yours. he doesn't have to prove his worth like with kaiser. the thing is that kaiser molded who he is now so kaiser is kind of his tie to humanity - without him, alexis doesn’t really have much keeping him tied to earth. don’t think you’re not important to him because and he’s going to insane lengths for you to accept his unhealthy outlets of showing his love and devotion to you. he feels so much more human with you because you’re giving him the attention that he has to beg kaiser for but without the requirements to earn it - you just love him naturally. he’s not trying to prove that he deserves your love, he’s trying to prove that he loves you just as much back but he doesn’t know how to do it normally. he doesn’t know how to offer himself to you in a way that isn’t self destructive. he’s stuck in this non-stop cycle of you trying to convince him he doesn’t need to like earn your love and him thinking that it’s you saying he’s not doing enough to to earn your love and thus he goes to more extremes. if you can handle it then he’s great for you, you’ll never question that he’s madly in love with you. but if you get overwhelmed then he grows more unstable, and you’re stuck trying to make him better while he makes himself worse to hopefully get you to finally praise him for shattering who he is.

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Chigiri rlly likes eating you out?

tw: allusions/outright stating oral sex

It’s a bit off putting how much your boyfriend, Hyoma Chigiri, loves to eat you out. At first you assumed it was because he got off on your pleasure, and while you’re sure that plays a part in it there also seems to be some other underlying reason.

Hyoma treats it like it’s some need, making sure to have his serving of you before bed whenever he can.

At some point it seems like he wants it more than you do, especially with the way he practically slobbers whenever he has the chance to do it to you.

Honestly, you’re beginning to grow tired of questioning it, and you’re beginning to grow tired of how he constantly does it to you without letting you do it back. As much as you adore the pleasure, at the same time you want him to feel as good as you do! Especially with how he seems to prioritise eating you out before anything else, even actual sex.

Maybe you’re just curious, yet you feel you must know. That’s what leads you to propose the question to Hyoma one day.

“Why do you like eating me out so much?”

Hyoma hums in response, continuing to sort through his books with his hair tied up. It’s not in the usual braid he wears, instead it’s in a loose bun that effortlessly sits on the back of his head. His skin is glowing as usual, and Hyoma looks like an angel.

He responds, “I like pleasuring you.” As if it’s a universal truth. As if he lives to serve you.

You narrow your eyes, you already knew that part. Scooting closer towards him you begin to stare carefully at him, observing every last detail.

“Tell the truth, Hyoma.”

“That is the truth.”

“Hyoma!” You scold indignantly.

“… Fine.” He sighs, loosening his shoulders and slouching down defeated.

You watch as he narrows his eyes, staring up at the ceiling contemplating how to explain the truth to you.

“Whenever I eat you my skin is always super clear in the morning, and I don’t get bedhead.”

That explains so much.

That explains so much.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Hyoma shrugs, tucking a piece of his cherry red hair behind his ear and closing his eyes calmly.

You start to wonder, maybe you should start eating yourself out (or test if it works with Hyoma’s stuff).

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ngl i think N from pokémon black and white started my love of boys with long hair

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vampire chigiri post because oh my days i love him sm i swear to god

tw: mentions of blood, biting, kind of a lime?, sorta religious imagery, light exploration of immortality stuff, the vampire chigiri photo is rlly low quality

inspired by this and a delusion i had in the car

Chigiri is towering over you, pinning you down against the soft velvet couch and hovering his mouth above your neck, his pearly white fangs sticking out and scratching you ever so slightly, not enough to draw blood.

The way he’s staring at you with half lidded eyes, and drool pooling around his parted mouth, is titillating. He has such want, such yearning in his expression and it makes your heart swell.

As he hovers over your neck, he asks a simple question, “May I?”, it’s polite and as courteous as he is.

You don’t exactly know how you’ve ended up like this, especially with a vampire that you’ve been logging with for the past couple of weeks, but you must admit this is satisfying, much more satisfying then you initially expected.

You nod wordlessly in response, breathing heavily as he finally sinks his fangs into your neck, slurping up your ruby red blood. It’s a bit out of character, how needy he seems to be at this moment, he’s never been as wild with you as he is now, always speaking with withdrawn words and actions. This clinginess is refreshing, how he’s rubbing himself against you as he feverishly sucks the blood out of your neck.

If you’re honest, you can feel yourself pulsing as Chigiri pleasures himself on both your blood and your body, practically melting at the spot. The way he seems to suck the blood out of you, so much so that you cannot feel any dripping out of your neck, as he seems to get every last drop with a ferocious need.

You’re beginning to feel a tad woozy now, the blood loss seems to be getting to you as the blood gain is getting to him, yet you’re not prepared to ask him to get off of you, as you want to prolong this heavenly (hellish?) moment as much as possible.

Maybe this action, this sinful relationship between you two, is against divinity, against whatever creature or godlike being that forced Chigiri into immortality, yet you can’t seem to be against it yourself. But no, he is a vampire and you are human, you are meant to despise him, to want to destroy his very being, yet you find yourself wanting him to ruin you. Ruin you as he ruins velvet couches and satin sheets, ruin you as he breaks through the skin of your neck, ruin you as he lives, as naturally as he breaths.

Perhaps you are greedy. Greedy for wanting him to do this, for wanting him to destroy you, and yet you can’t seem to regret this. You believe you will never regret this single action, and you can’t find yourself fully refuting that belief.

When Chigiri finally retracts from you, with an embarrassed blush on his face as he scampers off to get you a bandaid, you realise something. This isn’t just a want, or a need, it’s a guarantee of mortal (or conversely immortal) life, you must have Chigiri as he must have you.

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looking at vampire chigiri like do i want him to eat me out, or simply eat me???

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AHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE CHIGIRI SO MUCH OH MY DAYS AHHHHHHHHHH

Fruit Roll Up

Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Ryusei Shidou

Content: Blue Lock boys react to you wanting to wrap a fruit roll up around it (semi crack fic, semi smut)

A/N: inspired by this post -@captainshindo

Warnings: mentions of oral sex

         Yoichi Isagi

      "Wait, hold on—what?"

      Isagi blinked at you like you had just suggested kicking a soccer ball all the way to the moon. His brows furrowed; lips slightly parted in sheer bewilderment as he tried to process your words.

      "You wanna put a fruit roll up on… where?"

      His voice wavered between confusion and mild concern as he sat there, watching you dangle a blue colorful fruit roll up between your fingers like it was some kind of forbidden delicacy. You grinned, leaning in a little closer, eyes sparkling with mischief.

      "Come on, Ichi, just trust me on this."

      "I mean, sure, I guess. But why?" He shifted awkwardly, fingers twitching against his knee as a flush crept up his neck. His usual composure, the razor-sharp focus he had on the field, seemed to crumble under the sheer absurdity of the situation.

      “Because I wanna try it out,” you said, pouting just enough to make it almost impossible for him to say no.

      His shoulders sagged in surrender, a deep sigh escaping his lips. "If it makes you happy, then—ah! Ohhh, fuck—”

      You didn’t even let him finish his sentence before jumping at the opportunity. A victorious grin spread across your face as you reached forward, determination shining in your eyes.

      “See? Not such a bad idea, huh?” you mused as you got to work.

      Isagi sucked in a sharp breath, throwing his head back with an unexpected hum. His fingers twitched against his sides as if resisting the urge to swat your hands away, but he didn’t. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before peeking at you, filled with a mix of trepidation and intrigue.

      "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" His voice came out breathless, slightly strained.

      You tilted your head, biting your lip to keep from laughing. "Maybe a little."

      "As long as you’re happy," he muttered, exhaling through his nose. His ears were burning red, and he refused to meet your gaze, probably regretting every decision that led him to this moment. And yet, he didn’t stop you.

      There was something about seeing Isagi, usually so confident and competitive, now reduced to a flustered mess over something so ridiculously simple. The contrast was almost too much to handle.

      "Okay, okay," you giggled, finally pulling back slightly. "What do you think? Rate the experience."

      Isagi blinked at you, lips parted like he was still buffering. Then, after a long pause, he swallowed thickly.

      "Honestly?" He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but at you. "Kinda… weird. But not bad. Like, I didn't think it would work, but now—uh." His sentence trailed off as he looked at you again, expression unreadable.

      You smirked, tilting your head. "Go on."

      "You might be onto something," he admitted begrudgingly, shifting slightly under your gaze. "But if you tell anyone about this, I swear—"

      You snorted, reaching over to poke his cheek. "Relax, Ichi. I don’t tell anyone about anything we do in the bedroom"

      "Alright, good. So, uh..." He trailed off, eyes locked onto you with anticipation. You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head, waiting for him to continue.

      His cheeks flushed as he hesitated before mumbling, "Are you gonna finish?"

      A smirk played on your lips. "You want me to?"

      "...Yes, please," he admitted, almost shyly.

      And that was all the confirmation you needed before putting him back in your mouth and getting to work.

     Meguru Bachira

      "Oh-ho-ho~? You absolute freak, I love it!" Bachira clapped his hands together, eyes gleaming with mischief like a goblin who had just discovered a new way to cause mayhem. He leaned in closer, watching you with rapt attention.

      You pulled out the fruit roll up, mango pineapple flavored and got to work wrapping it around Bachira’s dick.

      "Wait, wait, wait—you’re actually doing this? Oh, this is gonna be amazing." His excitement was borderline unhinged, his energy bouncing all over the place as he perched on the edge of his seat, barely able to contain himself.

      You didn’t expect him to be this excited. You were actually unsure of how he’d react to your request but this was better than you expected. Maybe that wasn’t such a good thing though because before you even got to put your mouth on it, he was swirling out ideas.

      "What’s next, huh? Should we go full dessert mode? Whipped cream? Chocolate drizzle? No? Tch, you’re no fun," he teased, shaking his head dramatically before perking right back up. "Fine, fine! Just fruit rolls ups… for now"

      As you rolled your eyes and continued, Bachira, of course, had to make things weirder. He started making airplane noises, rocking side to side like a child hyped up on sugar. "Choo-choo! Here comes the flavor train! Next stop: Meguru’s curiosity!"

      You shot him a look, exasperated. "Are you seriously narrating this?"

      "Of course! This is a historic moment!" he declared, placing a dramatic hand over his heart.

      His laughter bubbled up as he watched you, his gaze filled with that signature mix of chaotic excitement and genuine affection. "Y’know, I gotta say," he mused, tilting his head, "I love the way your brain works. Completely unhinged. Just my type."

      His endless enthusiasm made it impossible not to laugh. "You’re ridiculous."

      "And you love it," he shot back, beaming.

      “Oh–oh! Oh this is… this is better than I was expecting~” Bachira moaned as you put his fruit roll up covered cock all the way into your mouth.

      “Yeah?” You hummed, the vibrations from your words contributing to his pleasure

      “Oh yeah, please, don’t stop.” He shut his eyes, his hands finding their way to your hair, entangling themselves in it.

      At the end of the day, Bachira was a whirlwind of chaos and sugar who made everything twice as fun, just by being himself. And oh how you loved him for it.

     Hyoma Chigiri

      Chigiri stared at you, utterly unimpressed. His crimson eyes flickered with disbelief as he took in your suggestion, arms crossed in a way that made him look like a prince being subjected to absolute nonsense. "You could have literally suggested anything else," he said, voice as flat as ever, "anything, and you went with fruit roll-ups?"

      You nodded enthusiastically.

      He exhaled sharply through his nose, pinching the bridge of it like this was giving him an actual migraine. "This has to be some weird diet trend I don’t know about," he muttered, shaking his head.

      "Not a diet," you corrected with a grin. "Just an experience."

      Chigiri gave you the most deadpan stare imaginable, like he was seriously reconsidering every life choice that had led him to this moment. But despite his apparent suffering, you could see the tiny twitch at the corner of his lips, threatening to betray him.

      After a few more seconds of dramatic silence, he sighed in surrender. "Fine," he relented, shifting his weight like a reluctant aristocrat about to partake in the peasantry. "But just this once. And don’t—" he paused, fixing you with a sharp gaze, "—get any on my sheets. I don’t want ants."

      You snorted. "That’s what you’re worried about?"

      "Obviously," he replied smoothly, flicking his silky, shiny hair over his shoulder like this was just another day of dealing with absolute chaos.

      You rolled your eyes, but he wasn’t done. "And if this ends up being terrible," he continued, narrowing his gaze, "you owe me. Big time."

      "Deal," you chirped, already enjoying how much this was ruffling his usually composed demeanor.

      As you prepared everything, Chigiri watched you like a hawk—arms crossed, gaze sharp, still looking vaguely offended by the entire ordeal. Yet, despite all his protests, there was no missing the curiosity lurking beneath his exasperation.

      He was trying way too hard to act like he wasn’t at least a little intrigued.

      And that was exactly why you loved messing with him.

      “What’s taking so l-” Before he could finish, you had him in your mouth. He froze for a moment, shocked, but quickly relaxed, melting like putty as you continued, savoring each movement as you slurped him up like a slushie.

      “D-don’t stop,” he groaned, eyes squeezed shut, clearly enjoying the experience.

      “I’m taking this is going well, and that I won’t have to owe you?” you asked, pulling away. You noticed the disappointed look on his face when you stopped.

      “We’re not finished yet. I’ll let you know when we’re done,” he replied, his frown deepening.

      “Sounds to me like you’re hoping I’ll keep going,” you teased. “but, you don’t have to tell me twice”

        Rin Itoshi

      Rin took one look at the fruit roll-ups in your hands, then glanced at you, and without missing a beat, he immediately turned on his heel and started walking away. "No."

      You blinked, staring after him. "No? Why not?"

      He didn’t even slow down as he walked away, his voice barely turning back to address you. "Because you’re insane."

      You gasped dramatically, hand on your chest. "Excuse me?"

      Rin rubbed his temples like he could already feel a headache forming. "Find someone else to entertain your sugar-fueled delusions," he called over his shoulder, completely unimpressed.

      You stood there, staring at his retreating form, half frustrated and half amused by his complete lack of enthusiasm for your idea.

      He came back five minutes later out of pure curiosity.

      He stood in the doorway for a moment, arms crossed, watching you with that look like he was contemplating whether he was about to make the worst decision of his life.

      "How set are you on this," he began with a sigh, his tone reluctant.

      “Very.”

      "This is a terrible idea." But despite his words, there was a faint twitch at the corner of his lips, and his eyes had softened ever so slightly. Yet, he still walked back into the room, eyeing the way you were on your knees.

      You grinned, clearly winning this battle.

      "Fine." He rolled his eyes, "I’ll humor you. But, this doesn’t mean I’m into this food fetish thing you got going on"

      You could tell he was trying his best to seem unaffected by the ridiculousness of it all, but there was no hiding the faint interest in his eyes as he watched you get to work.

      "One condition," Rin added, stepping a little closer now, as if finally accepting that he was going to be involved in whatever you were planning.

      You raised an eyebrow. "What’s that?"

      "Don’t make it weird," his eyes narrowed slightly as if trying to guard himself against whatever might come next.

      You leaned in with a grin. "No promises."

     Seishiro Nagi

      There was only the faintest hint of interest in his eyes as he leaned back on the pillows. He barely even moved, perfectly embodying the phrase ‘no thoughts, just vibes.’

      As you started preparing your… unique setup, Nagi just lounged there, sprawled out like a cat in the sun. He didn't have any objections, nor did he offer much in the way of encouragement. He simply watched, not bothered enough to care.

      "Seriously? You’re just letting me do this?" you asked.

      "Yeah, I guess," he replied, his eyes drifting shut for a moment as he stifled a yawn. His voice was so devoid of energy that it was impossible to tell if he was bored or just entertained by how over-the-top you were being.

      You kept going, not letting his disinterest stop you. After all, this was Nagi, his lack of reaction was practically a sign that you were doing something right.

      The only time Nagi actually stirred was when a stray piece of the fruit roll up fell on his stomach, just within his reach. Without even opening his eyes, he lazily reached for it, grabbed it, and popped it into his mouth with zero fanfare.

      "Huh. Tasty," he muttered, completely unfazed. He didn’t even bother elaborating or making a face.

      "You’re so weird," you said, shaking your head, but secretly enjoying the way he just went with it.

      "Says you," Nagi scoffed with a lazy grin, his eyes flicking over to you briefly.

      "That’s why you love me." you smiled before taking him in, enjoying the way the fruit roll up melted in your mouth against the heat of your warm tongue. Nagi hissed at the feeling, giving you the first reaction of this whole ordeal.

      “How does it feel?” You asked, pulling away to wipe the drool off your lips.

      “Feels like…” He paused, thinking for a moment. “Like you should keep going.”

          Reo Mikage

      Reo nearly choked on air when you casually dropped the suggestion, his entire body stiffening in surprise. "Excuse me—what?" he managed, his voice high and incredulous. You, on the other hand, were entirely unphased, raising an eyebrow at his dramatic reaction.

      "Fruit. Roll. Ups." you said slowly, as if that explained everything.

      "I heard you. I just… why?" Reo blinked several times, mouth hanging open as he tried to process what you’d just said. He reached for his glass of water, clearly trying to calm himself down, but it only served to make the situation worse. He buried his face in his hands with a long, exasperated sigh, as if he was somehow both embarrassed and horrified.

      "I swear, this is why rich people get accused of having weird kinks," he muttered, his voice muffled by the palms of his hands.

      You smirked, leaning back casually, clearly enjoying the sight of his spiraling. "Well, you know what they say, if the shoe fits," you teased.

      "I don’t even know where to begin with this suggestion."

      You shrugged, nonchalant as ever. "It’s simple. Fruit Roll-Ups. You wrap it around things. You eat it. End of story."

      "I—" He stopped himself, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was trying to stave off a headache. His eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, his usual grace and composure slipping for just a moment. "Why Fruit Roll-Ups of all things? Why not… I don’t know, something normal like chocolate or honey or strawberries or—anything that makes sense?"

      "Why not?" you countered with a teasing grin. "It’s fun, it’s colorful, it’s sugary. What’s not to love?"

      "I… I just can’t believe you’re serious about this." He leaned back in his chair.

      "Come on, Reo," you prodded, trying not to laugh at his genuine discomfort. "What’s the worst that could happen?”

      “It’s just weird, alright?”

      "I mean, it’s not like you have to do it, but…" You paused for effect, watching his every move.

      He let out a dramatic groan, the sound of someone utterly defeated. "I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?"

      "Maybe," you teased, enjoying the drama unfolding before you. "But isn’t that what makes it fun?"

      “This is fun to you?”

      "You’re right," you said with a playful grin. "I should’ve suggested something weirder. Like… jelly beans and pickles."

      His eyes went wide. "No! Absolutely not! I have some standards, okay? My dick isn’t some candy buffet, Y/n, damn.”"

      “Aw, man.” You pouted, pretending to be disappointed.

      "You’re insane. But fine," he said after a beat, finally giving in, his voice resigned. "If this is what you want, I’ll play along, but just so you know, I will be silently judging you this whole time."

      You raised an eyebrow. "Judging me? Oh please, I’m gonna make you a mess under me.”

      The thought sent a shiver down Reo’s body. He was getting mad at himself from how turned on he was starting to get. "Whatever. Let’s just get this over with— JESUS CHRIST WOMAN, YOU COULD’VE GAVE ME A WARNING.”

      Yeah, he came three times.

           Sae Itoshi

      Sae just stared at you. Then at the fruit roll up. Then back at you.

      "You need therapy."

      “Sae, what the hell.” You gasp.

      He raised an eyebrow, clearly confused by your silent, almost eager stare. “You’re weird,” he muttered, a little edge to his tone. “Why would I let you do that?”

      You shrugged innocently, feeling a little giddy, “I just think it would be fun.”

      You leaned in just a bit, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “Come on, Sae. Don’t tell me you’re not curious.”

      His gaze flickered to the fruit roll-up again, then back to your face, his expression still unreadable. “You need serious help.”

      You simply frowned, the corners of your mouth turning down with a playful defiance. “You’re not going to let me? Really?”

      "No." He replied, his voice steady and unbothered, almost too simple.

      "Saeee..." You stretched his name out dramatically, your eyes wide with pleading. "Please?"

      He raised an eyebrow, his expression resigned. "What kind of pleasure do you get from this, other than tormenting me?"

      "It’ll be fun, I swear," you insisted with a hopeful grin.

      He shook his head, sighing deeply as though he couldn’t believe the words coming from your mouth. "This isn’t fun, Y/n. This is odd. You’re odd. I’ve already said no, so stop asking."

      Defeated, you let out a heavy sigh, your shoulders slumping in exaggerated disappointment. Slowly, you walked off to put the box of fruit roll-ups back, doing your best to suppress the letdown you were feeling.

      Later that day, you were sitting on the couch, sulking a little, when you heard the familiar shuffle of his footsteps. Surprised, you looked up to see him standing in front of you, a box of fruit roll-ups in hand. He refused to make eye contact, simply shoving the box into your hands without a word.

      You blinked at him, completely caught off guard. "What’s this?"

      He grumbled, his voice almost a growl. "Fine. You can do it."

      Your jaw dropped in disbelief. "Really? What made you change your mind?"

      He rolled his eyes, clearly irritated but unable to hide the hint of frustration beneath his words. "Does it even matter? Just... let’s get this over with before I change my mind again."

      "Okay! Yippie!" You exclaimed.

      Without wasting a second, you leapt up from the couch, your excitement bubbling over. You wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug, planting kisses all over his face in a flurry of joy before dragging him to the bedroom to give him the most toe-tingling, sheet-gripping, jaw-breaking blow job of his entire life all with his dick wrapped in a fruit roll up.

          Michael Kaiser

      “What’s… this?” Kaiser asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and slight confusion as he watched you settle comfortably between his legs, unwrapping a brightly colored fruit roll-up.

      You gave him a nonchalant glance, still focused on your task. “A fruit roll-up,” you answered simply, as though the answer was obvious.

      He didn’t even flinch as you casually unzipped his pants, a move that was second nature between the two of you. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness. You had an unspoken understanding, a rhythm that allowed such actions to be taken without question. You both made sure to check in with each other, confirming mutual comfort and consent, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious when you did.

      Kaiser eyed you intenty, his gaze flickering between your hands and your face, the curiosity and interest clear in his expression. It wasn’t often that he had to wonder about your next move.

      “I can see that,” he murmured, the hint of a smile playing on his lips, though his eyes narrowed in on you. “But what exactly are you doing?”

      “I’m wrapping it around your dick while I suck you off.” You say casualy.

      “What?” He looked at you like you were insane. “The fuck?”

      You threw a Fruit Roll-Up at his face, the candy whizzing through the air and slapping against his cheek with an audible squelch.

      He blinked, clearly caught off guard by it, his expression shifting to one of disbelief as he slowly peeled the sticky fruit snack off his skin. “The hell? What’d you do that for?” he frowned, his voice laced with confusion.

      “You talk too much,” you said, your tone cool. “Just let me suck you off with a fruit roll up around it.”

      Kaiser’s eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and curiosity flashing in them. “I never said yes,” he replied, his voice steady, though there was a hint of challenge beneath it.

      You raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “You never said no,”

      Kaiser chuckled, the deep sound of amusement escaping him. “You're a strange one, aren’t you?” He smirked, resting his chin in his hand, eyes glinting with something that bordered between mischief and intrigue. “But I like strange. It keeps things interesting."

      He leaned forward slightly, making the moment feel far more dramatic than it had any right to be. He seemed to take your little silly idea and blow it up, turning it into some high-class, avant-garde experience, as if he were about to set the stage for a grand performance.

      “If we’re doing this,” he grabbed your chin, tilting your face to have your gaze meet his, “we do it my way.”

          Ryusei Shidou

      Shidou didn’t hesitate. His excitement was instant and electric, the mischievous gleam in his eyes only growing as he took a step toward you, rubbing his hands together like a mad scientist about to unveil his latest, chaotic experiment.

      “Fuck yeah! Let’s get weird!” he cheered, his voice booming with confidence.

      You blinked at him, barely processing his enthusiasm, but the way he immediately dove into brainstorming ideas made you grin despite yourself. Shidou was never one to shy away from insane shit like this.

      “What if we melt chocolate on it? Or dip it in Red Bull? OOH, what if we—”

      “Ryu, no,” you cut him off, shaking your head, but even as you spoke, you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the possibilities were. Chocolate and Red Bull? He was serious about it too, you could see it in his eyes.

      “Ryu, yes.” He pushed back.

      His unwavering energy propelling him into territory you weren’t even sure you’d signed up for. A fruit roll-up was one thing, but now, the absurd ideas were starting to sound less like wild jokes and more like they could actually happen.

      “Just imagine, Y/n. We could put gummy bears on it. Or maybe marshmallows. Maple syrup. Do you even know how good that would be?”

      You stared at him, trying to process the combination of ingredients he was suggesting. The thought alone made your stomach do the thing (your pancreas crying from that diabetic nightmare), but for some reason, you could almost see it working. You did like those snacks,

      But still, you had to draw a line somewhere.

      “Red bull? Isn’t that a little... too much? Like, even for you?”

      Shidou’s face lit up like a lightbulb. “Not enough,” he said matter-of-factly, throwing his arms wide in dramatic flair. “It needs to be bold, right? We’re talking flavor explosion. This isn’t a snack, it’s a masterpiece.”

      “Let’s just start with the fruit roll-up, we’ll think about the other stuff after.”

      Shidou looked disappointed for all of two seconds before a devilish grin crossed his face again. “Deal. But just so you know, you’ve opened Pandora’s box. I’m not responsible for where this goes.”

      You couldn’t help but chuckle. The man was practically salivating over the idea of you giving him blowjobs with various snacks on his dick.

      You unwrapped the fruit roll-up slowly, the shiny, sticky paper catching the light. Shidou purred at the sight of your delicate hands working so meticulously into wrapping it around his throbbing cock. You looked so pretty, all concentrated as you did the strangest things with him. That’s why he loved you, you matched his freak.

      By the time it was all over, Shidou had somehow convinced you to incorporate donuts, bagels, whipped cream, honey, and even the gummy worms he so desperately wanted you to use. When the chaos finally settled, your throat ached, your stomach full, and your face was a mess—covered in a mix of food crumbs, sugar, and the remnants of his sweet, milky cum.

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bro i love chigiri so much

Chigiri boyfriend headcannons →

Boyfriend!Chigiri who loves doing face care, but loves doing it more with you.

Boyfriend!Chigiri who lets you borrow his comfy clothes, and most of the time never gets them back.

Boyfriend!Chigiri who despises when anyone touches his hair other than you. Just don't mess it up.

Boyfriend!Chigiri who is always giving sarcastic or sassy replies whenever you ask about something he's not interested in.

Boyfriend!Chigiri who would wear stuff like those cutesy sleeping eye masks or some face mask for his skin while sleeping, but still claims he's in no way "feminine".

Boyfriend!Chigiri who would give you replied like "I told you so" when you do something he already warned you about, but helps you nonetheless because he loves you after all.

[definitelynotanalien]

wait i might be dumb but are they actually cheating or being uncommunicative losers i can’t tell 😭

there are allusions to cheating. Although imo I think it's more being losers, or at least being really bad boyfriends. Ngl I wanted to keep it vague incase i made a part 2 where i need to actually redeem them :P

btw talking about this

[definitelynotanalien]

♪⋆.✮ ‘cause you think you’re such a hard boy, baby

feat: Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami

tw: toxic men, gaslighting(?), breaking up, kunigami is low-key traumatised, reader is an ah

Your boyfriend is cold, colder than usual. You thought it would’ve changed after you officially got together, even announced it to the press, but he’s acting odd. 

He’s started to avoid you in private, he never texts you to tell you if he’s coming late, and he’s stopped trying to hang out with you. Whenever you suggest something to him he immediately turns it down, and he’s not showing you his phone anymore.

Something had changed. He’s become toxic.

Maybe you should’ve taken your mom’s advice and never dated him, or never even talked to him.

He’s rude to you in public, to the point where even your managers notice the disconnect. He acts as if he’s sooo hardcore, does it make him feel big inside? Especially when you try to break up with him and he starts to gaslight and guilt trip you into staying.

Whatever, let’s see how hard he actually is when you leave.

Michael Kaiser is distant, more so than usual. He’s stopped talking to you, even when other people are around. The only time he seems to pay attention to you is whenever you’re surrounded by the press.

But it’s been on and off, sometimes he’s the usual loving boyfriend you adore, sometimes he’s like this. And it’s not getting for the better, in fact everytime you see him lately something seems to set him off.

He’s avoiding you, and you don’t know why.

Yet even though you know that the problem stems from Michael, you can’t help but doubt your own validity in this scenario. 

Maybe you did something wrong, maybe you were too enthusiastic or you weren’t enthusiastic enough. Maybe he was still pissed at you for not attending one of his soccer matches a few months ago, even though he knew you had work and couldn’t take time off. At the same time you had apologised for the incident, and you thought he accepted it.

But, whatever. It doesn’t matter that much. It doesn’t matter that when you finally confront him about avoiding you, he only responds with a simple, snarky, “Are you crazy?”

You blink, wide eyed and heart pounding. “I’m not crazy, you’re avoiding me.”

Michael scoffs, tossing his long blond and blue rats tail across his shoulder and staring at you half heartedly. 

“Why would I be avoiding you?” He laughs it off, his tantalising blue eyes glimmer in the light of your apartment.

His statement sets you off.

“You are avoiding me! You never talk to me anymore! You ignore me so much in public, that even the press is noticing!” You begin to shriek.

The blond man simply stands in front of you, his hands casually in his pockets as if this is any random tuesday. He licks his fake white teeth as you ramble about how you know something is wrong, and he glances down at his nails.

“And, and, you won’t even tell me why when I ask you! You’re constantly going back and forth between liking me and hating me!” You explain. “It’s like I’m not even your girlfriend anymore!”

There is a pregnant pause.

He runs a hand through his hair, interrupting your swirling thoughts, “You’re fucking crazy.” 

A sudden uneasy quiet envelopes the room, and your hands begin to shake.

Of course he’s calling you crazy. Of course he isn’t truly answering your demands. Of course he’s doing this as he always does. 

But. Whatever. It doesn’t really matter. Why should it. Why should you have expected more from him. Whatever.

You sigh, and poke his chest, where his heart should be. There’s a heart shaped tattoo on his chest, but there’s nothing inside. Michael narrows his eyes, staring down at the point your finger connects to his skin.

“Don’t touch me.” He screams, slapping your hand off.

His previous uncaring and nonchalant mask seems to be ripped off, maybe you were really that repulsive to him.

You look up at him, your hand retracted, “We’re done.”

The world goes silent.

Too cool for love isn’t usually your type. But now you find yourself standing in front of Sae Itoshi, on the verge of tears.

“Do you love me too?” You ask.

It’s an absurd statement, Sae is your boyfriend, of course he should love you. The phrase shouldn’t have made him stop his movement completely, his eyes darting to the side almost guiltily.

You think you’ve caught him off guard, the two of you are in his apartment after a perfect match and he’s rather relaxed, why would he expect his girlfriend to say something as odd as you just did.  

He recovers, straightening his back and pulling out his apathetic persona, “Excuse me?” Sae asks.

Your heart pauses. You know he’s heard you, afterall he gave you a surprisingly large reaction for him, and you know that if he truly loved you he would have no reason to ask.

“I said, do you love me too?” Your voice cracks, stomach swirling. 

Perhaps it’s the calm atmosphere, or the way you’re barely holding in tears as you stare down at the ground, that allows him to tell you the truth. Tell you the truth for the first time in a while.

“No.” Sae turns, resuming his prior actions. “I don’t.”

That’s what causes the dam to break, and gallons of tears to flow down your face. 

Your throat is as scratchy as a record as you question, “You’re leading me on?”

He doesn’t make a noise.

“You asshole!” You erupt, walking up to him and demanding his attention. “I thought I mattered to you, I thought we meant something!” 

He sighs, admitting coldly “You didn’t. We didn’t.” 

“What! You- take that back!” You gesture wildly, pleading to some deity to change Sae’s mind. To convince you that this was all just one cruel joke, or some stupid dare. “Make me think that I didn’t waste my life on you.”

He continues to just stand there, so unbothered and uncaring even though you’re spilling tears and your heart is shaking at the spot.

“You wasted your life.” Sae comments.

His pinkish brown hair is down, with bangs that barely reach his forehead, let alone his eyes. You’re starting to vibrate, as stupid as that sounds, you thought you meant something to him. You thought he cared for you, that he loved you as whole heartedly as you loved him.

“Why are you acting like we were nothing!?”

He bites his lip.

“This is why my friends hate you. This is why your own brother hates you! You’re an emotionless freak!” You lash out, you move your hand to slap him and he grabs your arm midair. He couldn’t even let you have that one.

He stares at you, gaze unwavering.

“I’m done. Let’s break up.” 

He smiles, “Good.”

Rensuke Kunigami is the kindest, most loving guy in the entire world. He’s the type of guy who plants flowers, just to grow them into a beautiful bouquet for you. He’s the type of guy who learns complicated braids and hairstyles to use on you and your future kids. He’s the type of guy who loves wholeheartedly, and worships his beloved.

Rensuke is, simply put, a bleeding heart. And he is the penultimate love of your life, the one man that you always find yourself lingering on and loving. 

He’s the dead parent in films, who are filmed with the blurry nostalgic footage and who the remaining family look towards as a fond yet fading memory. He’s your guiding star, your best friend and most precious treasure in the entire universe.

And you thought he would always treasure you too, after all you’ve been through thick and thin together. You dated before he got accepted into Blue Lock, and stayed together throughout the program, you kept by him even when he returned from the wild card program and became different.

Something is off about Rensuke. Whenever you touch he flinches, even if it’s a simple brush of your fingers. He never smiles in photos, let alone in real life. It’s odd. This big, hunky man used to brighten up years with a mere flash of his grin, and now he can’t even think of it.

And whenever you try talking with him, he always brushes you off. He comes in with one excuse or another, and you find yourself growing more and more frustrated at this.

You thought he would get better after you became fully official, but he’s only gotten worse.

You take a deep breath in, before announcing “We’re breaking up.”

“I love you.” For a second you swear you can see your Rensuke come back, with the innocent flutter of his eyes as he blinks slowly at you. 

The words hit you like a bullet train. How could a monster like him love? Maybe you misheard him, maybe he was lying. Or maybe you were growing insane.

“What?”

He pauses, repeating himself. “I love you.” He says it with such sincerity, as if you are his last and only lifeline, and for a moment you falter.

“You can’t spring that onto me.” You take a step back, trying to escape the thralls of your past love with him. He wasn’t allowed to do this to you, to make you feel like this once more.

He states straight at you, taking a step towards you, “I’m not sorry.”

“Don’t. Don’t do this to me.” You plead, you couldn’t take this. You didn’t care if he somehow got better or not, you just cared that he treated you bad before.

He responds with mere silence.

“We’re- We’re still over. It’s not me, it’s you.” You argue, gesturing as you speak with a certain lost ferocity, as if your old feelings -old self- have reunited with the current you.

Rensuke pauses, before turning away and scoffing. He crosses his muscular arms.

You continue, “You’re different now. You’re not the Rensuke I used to know.” 

“That’s true.” He responds curtly.

“Yeah. So we’re done. Over. Broken up. Get out of my house.” You overexpose yourself.

He blinks, “It’s my apartment.” 

Look at him, suddenly so hardcore. Although you may have forgotten about the apartment, in your defence it was somewhat reasonable. It wasn’t like the pair of you hadn’t lived there together since forever.

“You’re right. I’ll go.” You turn, reluctant to leave past memories behind. Memories from before he turned like this, and after he changed into this.

“Have a nice life…” He says.

You sigh, “I will. I hope you do too.”

“I still love you.”

“I don’t.”

[definitelynotanalien]

♪⋆.✮ The other woman is perfect where her rival fails

feat: Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Tabito Karasu, Seishiro Nagi

tw: ALLUSIONS TO CHEATING, angsty, open ended

[definitelynotanalien]

Blue Lock guys after pound town (the trend yk)

feat: Hyoma Chigiri, Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Tabito Karasu, Reo Mikage

tw: mentions of sex, slurs

Inspired by this post by @captainshindo

pound town, supposedly the closest a person could get to another.

Perhaps because of the use of sexual organs, or the physical action of being inside another, or even because of the pleasure that could result from the experience.

Who wouldn’t want to gain that pleasure, no matter how short term it was? 

You.

The answer was you.

Currently you’re sitting at some nowhere diner, eating the greasy fries whilst you lean on the side of the booth. Opposing you is Hyoma Chigiri, one of the star players for the Manshine’s team, and your boyfriend. 

He’s sipping his cola, stealing a fry from you every once in a while, despite your objections, afterall this is supposed to be your treat after being subjected to the butral rounds he put you through. Your legs clench at the thought.

Hyoma is watching you with an eager glint in his eyes, his composure steady, barely changing aside from an occasional vibration or two.

The pair of you had just finished a rather intense round, and decided to go out for fast food instead of just ordering take out like normal people.

You’re practically trembling, struggling to keep up any facade of normalcy as you painstakingly retrieve a small fry.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Hyoma interjects your thoughts with a small smirk, taking his half eaten french fry and dipping it into the sauce before plopping it into his mouth.

You glare at him, completely deadpan. “I can barely walk right now.”

Hyoma laughs, covering his mouth with a hand as he delightedly looks at your face. 

“Skill issue.” He comments.

You drop a fry. 

“We’re never fucking again.” You say, shaking your head smoothly. 

Hyoma gapes, his pretty swollen pink lips separating for a moment in mock offense.

He knows you don’t actually mean it, you’re just using it as a playful way to tease the boy, even if you were serious he knows you’ll come back to him sooner or later.

“But you like it soo much~” He teases, putting his arm over the table to nudge your shoulder, making you lose the support of the booth chair

You don’t bother to give him a response.

Michael Kaiser stares at you with a victorious glint as he takes a bite of his burger. 

You’re sitting in front of him, leaning your head back and staring up at the ceiling as you contemplate life, and as you struggle to even pick up your own burger, let alone eat any of it.

His blond hair is fluffed up ever so slightly more than usual, it’s not as bad as his bed head, but it looks the same as it does after a competitive match. 

You’re struggling to keep your composure, switching between trying to eat and staring at the ceiling, you hear a snicker.

“Talk so big yet you can’t take it?” He remarks, it’s posed as a question and yet it sounds more like an observation.

You shake your head, and choose to smash it against the table in front of you, narrowly avoiding your plate.

You groan, “Not when I’m taking so big.”

Michael chokes on his water, a rare moment of shock.

Then he returns to his usual cocky persona, leaning his head on his hand. “You really shouldn’t say that in public, liebling, it makes me want to do it again.”

Michael takes another large bite of his burger, practically unhinging his jaw. He wipes off any remaining sauce with a tissue.

“There is no next time.” You respond, lifting your head off the table and weakly attempting to eat some of your treat.

He laughs, it’s twisted and much too confident for his own good, yet for some reason it makes him seem even more endearing as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Don’t lie, we both know you can’t resist me.” Michael teases, twirling a strand of his blond-blue locks with a finger, he makes a crude scissoring gesture as he splits the piece of hair in half, it makes you flush.

You smash your head into the table again, having officially given up.

The pink haired man sitting in front of you narrows his eyes, twirling the metal straw that leads to his beverage as Sae Itoshi calmly looks over your appearance.

The two of you are sat in Sae’s apartment, a bag of fast food pushed to the side of his marble countertops as you lean on his kitchen’s island.

Sae regards you with a judgemental glance, looking over your disheveled appearance as he comments, “You know those aren’t good for you?”

You pause, a couple of french fries in hand. You begin to slowly guide them towards your mouth, eating them with careful consideration.

“I don’t care.” You respond, shrugging as your partner glares down at you.

Sae looks like an angry porcupine as he crosses his arms. He takes a tentative sip from his glass of ice cold water, and he contemplates forcing you to eat something actually healthy, although he doubts it would go over well with you.

“Don’t come crying to me later, then.” He turns away from you, as if about to walk off, then he turns back towards you to make another point. “You know-“

You cut him off, “Shut up.”

He raises his eyebrows, and lightly flicks your forehead. You make an over exaggerated groan at the movement, and Sae smirks.

“Stop being pissy, I’m just telling the truth.” He says bluntly, a subtle glimmer of affection in his eyes.

You reach to take another fry, and Sae lightly swats your hand, you glare. He already bought it, so why wasn’t he letting you eat it.

“If you keep at it, you’ll never get to hit this again.” You declare, shaking your head slowly.

Sae pauses, tilting his head to the side and staring at you with blank eyes, “Hit this…?” he asks, wrinkling his eyebrows. 

You forgot that Sae is chronically offline.

“Nevermind.”

A warm smell fills the air, and a sizzling sound ceases. You’re sitting at your dining room table, leaning back and facing your face to the ceiling. 

Tabito Karasu sets a plate, and some chopsticks in front of you. He grabs a few other dishes from the kitchen, his hair floppy and free from hair wax. It’s a domestic scene, especially since you’ve just been brutally railed, and you’re enjoying it.

Every so often your thighs shake from the previous overstimulation, and as it happens when Tabito sets the final dish on the table, he flashes you his signature grin.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You deflect, gripping your chair and pulling it closer to the table.

Tabito laughs crisply, it’s warm and inviting, you want to hear it over and over again. 

“Like what?” He asks, leaning towards you ever so slightly. 

You feel your cheeks start to warm as he runs a hand through his hair, his beautiful hair wax free hair.

You hesitate to place anything on your plate, worried that you’ll struggle to use the chopsticks he so nicely face you, as your hands tremble.

Tabito notices. He picks up some food and starts to place it onto your plate, giving you generous amounts. “Next time I’ll go easier.” 

You pause, flustered. Tabito finishes giving you food, and goes into the kitchen to grab a knife, fork, and spoon just in case. He places them onto the table, so you can use them if you can’t use chopsticks anymore.

Your heart swells, and you’re delighted by the fact that this man is your boyfriend, especially when you dig in and taste a delicious home cooked meal.

“What makes you think there will be a next time?” You comment in between bites, with a small smile.

He stares down at you, and smirks.

Reo Mikage looks down at you pitifully, as if begging you not to do this.

It’s late, and you’re surprisingly hungry after quite a few rounds, of course Reo isn’t, considering how desperate he was eating you earlier.

You’re laying in bed, and scrolling through a delivery app on your phone, Reo sits up next to you, looking at your phone.

“You realise I have private chefs?” He comments, running his fingers through your freshly washed hair with a gentle smile.

You tap your order into the delivery app, choosing to buy from a quick and easy fast food place. 

“It’s too late to call on them.” You rebutt his comment, clicking onto the pay section of the app.

Reo sighs, stretching his arms up and shuffling towards the edge of the bed. He starts to try to leave the warmth of the bed, but you wrap your quivering legs around him.

He grins, “I can make you something myself.”, Reo behind to squirm his way out of your legs and bed. Unfortunately your legs seem to have lost the strength they possessed during your earlier endeavours.

You groan, tossing your phone to the side and grabbing Reo’s torso with your hands. 

“I want fast food.” You demand, holding onto him tightly and using all your body weight to make him stay. It’s a helpless thing, as your boyfriend is incredibly strong due to his time in Manshine and his job as a professional footballer, but nevertheless!

Reo groans, “But it’s rather… unhealthy and greasy.” he explains, still ready to leave the bed to make you something. If he does, you’re sure you’ll kill him.

You smirk, a mischievous idea on your mind, and you pull yourself towards your boyfriend to kiss him right next to his mouth.

“Like you.” You say, pushing away from him. 

Reo rolls his eyes, and stays in bed, shuffling towards the middle once more.

“I despise that comparison.” 

[definitelynotanalien]

chigiri doesn’t notice when you’re all dolled up for him

lightly inspired by song ‘Miniskirt’ by AOA

“Why are you the only one who hasn’t noticed?” You ask your boyfriend, Chigiri, motioning towards your body.

You’re dolled up, and you’re sure you look amazing. You’ve put in a tad more effort in your outfit, hair, and makeup than you usually do, and that’s resulted in quite a few compliments from your friends. But the only one who hasn’t complimented you is your beloved boyfriend, he hasn’t even commented on your outfit, not even the oh so revealing miniskirt.

Your eyebrows furrow, and you narrow your eyes, evaluating him with a long look.

He bats his red eyes at you, “Noticed what?” he asks with a fake innocent look. Only you could notice the corners of his mouth twitching up, much to your chigrin.

“You know what I’m talking about.” You rebutt, waving to your outfit as if the man opposing you is the most stupid person alive. Honestly, he might be if he keeps pushing his luck and pissing you off.

He pauses, tapping his chin tauntingly and pouting. He has the prettiest dark eyelashes as he slowly blinks his eyes as if thinking, and he takes the most infuriatingly long time to think.

“I truly don’t.” Chigiri responds with a shrug, narrowly preventing his lips from finally returning to their natural place of a smirk, instead he keeps his supposedly neutral and nonchalant expression.

You sigh melodramatically, your mouth twisting into a mean frown “My outfit. My hair. My makeup. You haven’t complimented it!”

It’s a bit ridiculous, how you care so much about his opinion on something like this, but it’s you nonetheless. He’s your boyfriend, and your friend, he should be complimenting something you spent so much time on! Or at least appreciating your efforts.

“Brat.” He spits out, with a grin. “So needy, aren’t you?”

He flicks his long red-pink locks over his shoulder, and tilts his head to the side as he leans towards you ever so slightly. Poking your nose with a wicked smirk that looks much too familiar on his face.

“Chigiri, I'm so serious right now.” You say, you did not spend so much time into your outfit for him to just tease you like this. You were wearing a damn miniskirt for god’s sake, and a rather uncomfortable one at that.

Chigiri shakes his head “Fine, fine. You do look…” he pauses, contemplating his next words before stating them with a teasing smile “Decent.”

The world stops for a moment, you consider taking his words at heart and holding them against him, but you choose not to. Instead you question his comment.

“Decent?”

“Perhaps a bit above average.” He replys, squeezing his fingers together to leave a small gap in between. He gives you a quick, chaste, kiss on the cheek and leans into you.

“I’m actually going to murder you.”

Chigiri takes off running.

[definitelynotanalien]

I love your 'Co-parenting Nagi with Reo' fic! It's sooo cute. If you feel like it could you maybe write a second part where Nagi tries to get them back together because my man just wants to fucking nap without having to Deal with two idiots fighting over his time? 🤍💜

Here’s the link!

The drabble isn’t fully finished yet, as I’m unsure of whether I want the MC and Reo to get back together officially.

[definitelynotanalien]

Ask: I love your 'Co-parenting Nagi with Reo' fic! It's sooo cute. If you feel like it could you maybe write a second part where Nagi tries to get them back together because my man just wants to fucking nap without having to Deal with two idiots fighting over his time? 🤍💜

P2 to this

The much too gaudy building stood tall in front of you, Reo’s mansion. It was large and over decorated, nothing had changed from the last time you were there.

A familiar buzz filled your ears, and you entered the building through the gate with your newly granted access.

Checking your phone, you reread the message Nagi sent you in the morning.

at reo’s house

sick :x

How vague. Fortunately you had kept Reo’s number, and unfortunately you had to unblock it to get more information about the situation.

According to Reo, Nagi was seemingly ailed and couldn’t leave Reo’s home, which was why he had contacted you to inform you. It’s a bit of a shame, seeing as this was your day to keep Nagi, but nevertheless life must go on.

You click the button for the floor the pair are apparently on, and wait for the elevator to go.

Hopefully you didn’t have to deal with this for too long, or at least you didn’t have to deal with being around him. In a perfect world Nagi would be faking sickness to get out of football training, but this isn’t a perfect world.

The lift arrived at the floor with a ding, the doors opening slowly, presenting you with the sorrowful sight in front of you.

Nagi was lying in bed, groaning weakly, as Reo attempted to feed him some soup.

You rush in, standing by the white-haired boy's side. “Nagi, are you okay?”

The bed was wrinkled, and Nagi laid like a corpse. His arms were tossed to the sides, while his legs sat haphazardly on the bed. One was dangling off, the other in a weird position.

He coughed, and Reo stared at him as if he was glass about to shatter. “I’m sick.” He responded, the corners of his mouth going downwards ever so slightly.

Usually, you’d call Nagi out for faking. He tended to pretend to be ill whenever you or Reo wanted him to do something he deemed a “hassle”, but what made your heart pound was how Nagi wasn’t on his phone.

“He’s been like this since we woke up. And he won’t let me call a doctor.” Reo explained, “I got a chef to make him some soup, but he refuses to eat it.”

Reo motioned towards the food he was trying to spoon feed Nagi with, it was professional and the colours looked dull. It lacked real warmth, despite it being steaming hot.

You inwardly sighed, “Nagi, why won’t you eat the soup?” You asked, as if he was a petulant child.

“S’not good.” He turned to his side, back facing you.

You and Reo exchange equally exasperated glances, for a second you’re taken back to the first time Nagi was ill, when Reo and you were still dating and everything was good. When you hadn’t overcomplicated the relationship, and you actually spent time together. You missed it.

You shake your head, shaking the thoughts away. “Nagi, do you want me to make you something?”

He nods lazily, his fluffy white hair flopping effortlessly on his head.

Reo stands up, placing the tray with the food on the bedside table. “I’ll guide you to the kitchen.” He offers his hand for a moment, seemingly out of reflex, before snatching it away. In the corner of your eye you see Nagi smirk, then, once you turn towards him he returns to his deadpan expression.

There’s a sudden shift in the atmosphere before the two of you leave the room, Nagi seems almost pleased? Perhaps he’s just glad you’re making something for him.

You follow his movements towards the elevator down wordlessly, fidgeting with your fingers.

“How have you been?” He asks, clicking the button to call the lift.

He says it so effortlessly, as if the pair of you are mere strangers who are forced to make awkward small talk out of sheer politeness, you hate it. You hate how it makes your chest twist ever so slightly.

“I’ve been fine, thank you for asking.” You respond, rehearsed and dry. “How are you?”

Reo bites the inside of his mouth, it’s only noticeable due to the slight crinkle below his lower lip. One that you were used to seeing.

“I’m well.”

“That’s nice.”

An awkward silence continues, and time seems to flow slowly around you. Why does Reo’s lift take so long to get to your floor?

You continue to fidget with your fingers, waiting for a familiar sound as you zone out, looking at everything but your ex's face.

Reo glances at you ever so often, looking at your marble carved features, ones that could be on a statue. He admires the face he used to love, to worship, and he wonders what could have been. But the two of you have moved on, right?

A ding lights up the room.

“Lift’s here.” You announce, rather stupidly as Reo surely knows that it’s arrived.

He lets you step inside first, his hand on the side to prevent it from closing automatically. “Kitchen’s on the second floor.” He says.

You press the button, and the two of you begin to wait alone in the lift.

Then, the elevator shakes. It’s stuck.

Shit.