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[i2rizz]

LMAOO so mootie whatcha think ab urself being put on the Blue Lock Misconceptions author list?

Yeah i saw it. Honestly? I get it, some of my fics aren't canon-accurate, but that's kinda the point. They're fan fictions, not documentaries. I interpret the characters in my own way, in my own space. If someone wants strict canon, they can either scroll past or specify it in requests. I'm not limiting anyone,I'm just writing with my silly little imagination like we all do.

[i2rizz]

Hey I have a suggestion please :3 bllk boys (rin and kaiser are my fav :3) with reader who goes non verbal a lot :3

Exams are frying me rn btw

The Way You Speak Without Words

Rin/Kaiser/Shidou/Isagi x Neurodivergent!Reader

Rin Itoshi

You don’t speak when you arrive at his apartment. Not out of rudeness—Rin knows better than that—but because today is one of those days.

You hang up your coat silently. To anyone else, it might look like you’re just quiet. To Rin, it’s a full sentence.

You're nonverbal.

He freezes in the kitchen, hand still halfway through opening a bottle of water. Something clenches in his chest—not panic, just... tightness. He hates when he doesn't know what to do.

You drop your bag on the floor. He watches you toe off your shoes with slow, careful movements, like every motion has weight.

"...Long day?" he mumbles.

No answer. Not even a nod.

You don’t make eye contact, but you walk over and gently lean against his side like a sunflower curling toward the sun.

He tenses. Only for a moment.

Then he exhales slowly and slides an arm around you. No questions, no awkward "should I…" thoughts—he just pulls you closer and lets you be.

You stay like that for a while, warm against his chest. Your fingers fidget with the sleeve of his hoodie. It’s your favorite one—oversized and worn at the cuffs—and he put it out earlier when he saw the weather turn gray.

Rin doesn’t ask why you’re quiet. He’s done that before. Got frustrated once, even. It ended with him feeling like a jackass and you overwhelmed.

He learned.

Now, he lets the silence talk.

He grabs the water, uncaps it, and holds it to your lips like it's the most natural thing in the world. You drink.

"Good" His voice is rough, but soft. "Sit. I’ll make that rice thing you like"

You sit. He cooks. You press your cheek to the table while it simmers.

When he sets the bowl in front of you, you look up at him, tired but grateful.

And Rin—stoic, cold, sharp-tongued Rin—softens just a little.

"Don’t gotta talk" he mutters, flicking your forehead lightly. "I still hear you"

And he means it.

Michael Kaiser

Kaiser thrives on reaction. Your laughter. Your fake annoyance. The way you roll your eyes when he says something outrageous, which is every five minutes.

So when you don’t say anything one morning—no kiss, no quip, not even a smirk—he short-circuits.

"You mad at me?" he jokes, pouring cereal like he doesn’t care. His smile is crooked, but his eyes flicker. He’s watching.

You blink once and shake your head.

No.

Then silence again.

You tug your hoodie sleeves over your hands and stare down at the bowl he placed in front of you. Kaiser sits across from you, arms crossed, leaning in.

He’s quiet for once.

You can feel him trying to decipher you like a puzzle.

"…Wait" he says suddenly, like a lightbulb exploded in his brain. "Is this that nonverbal thing again?"

You glance up, startled—not because he noticed, but because he said it so casually. Like it wasn’t weird. Like it was just another part of you.

He grins. "Hah. Knew it. You always get real twitchy when I talk too much. And I’m amazing at reading the vibes, shatz. It’s like a talent"

You snort softly.

Victory.

"That counts as a laugh, by the way. I’m counting it"

He slides your spoon closer and grabs his phone. You watch him open Notes and type in:

"Tuesday: won a laugh while girlfriend was mute. Still got it"

You smack his arm. Gently.

And he beams.

He doesn’t ask you to speak. Doesn’t get pouty. Just keeps the energy up like a one-man show, making dumb jokes and holding out your favorite fruit like it’s a peace offering.

When you finally curl up next to him on the couch and press your nose into his side, he slings an arm around you and whispers:

"I talk enough for both of us anyway"

And for once, the silence makes him feel comfortable.

Shidou Ryusei

"You’re quiet" he says.

No shit Sherlock.

You give him a look. He gives it right back.

"Like, quiet quiet" he adds, poking your cheek. "Usually you huff at me or throw a pillow or something. But now? Nothing. Zip. Nada. Zilch. Creepy"

You stick your tongue out.

"Oh thank god" he sighs dramatically, flopping onto the bed beside you. "I thought I broke you"

You turn your back to him, but he wriggles closer like a worm. His breath is warm against your shoulder.

"…You nonverbal again?"

You nod once.

He pauses.

Then: "That’s kinda sick"

You blink.

"Like—okay, no, wait, not sick like bad, sick like rad. It’s mysterious. It’s cool. It’s like you’re casting a spell or plotting my death silently. I respect the hustle”

You laugh silently.

Shidou slings an arm around your waist and squeezes. "Don’t need words anyway. You’ve got those shifty eyes. You’re like a sexy little mime"

You swat his hand. He cackles.

Then, after a moment of calm: "Hey. Seriously though. You good?"

You nod again. He taps twice on your forehead.

"Cool. Just gimme a signal if you need to bail or whatever. I’ll fight anyone who looks at you weird. With teeth"

You smile into the sheets.

Only Shidou could make nonverbal comfort feel like a rollercoaster at a rave. And yet… he gets it. In his own gremlin way, he always does.

Isagi Yoichi

You warned him early on: sometimes, you don’t talk. Not won’t—can’t.

Isagi nodded like it was normal. Then showed up the next day with a notebook and sticky notes labeled "Is this okay?" / "Want water?" / "Need a hug?"

You fell for him a little harder right then.

Today is one of those days.

You sit on the couch with your knees to your chest, zoning out. He enters, sees your face, and doesn’t say a word.

He just walks into the kitchen and comes back with tea.

Sets it down next to you. Doesn’t push. Doesn’t ask.

He sits beside you and opens his laptop, leaning lightly against your side. A calm weight.

After a while, he taps your knee and holds up a sticky note.

"Want me to put on a comfort movie?"

You nod.

He doesn’t ask which one—he already knows. The menu theme starts to play. Familiar. Soft.

You nuzzle into him, and his arm wraps around you gently.

"I love you" he murmurs. "You don’t have to say anything. I’ll still say it"

Your throat clenches—but in a good way.

You press a kiss to his shoulder in reply.

And it’s more than enough.

[i2rizz]

Not gonna lie gang, i never read fanfiction but this writing is fire✍️🔥

you walked into my clown circus of a fic and left a changed person. mission accomplished🙌

[i2rizz]

No way he pulled that but with Sendou Shuto and a serious (bonus if goth or something like that) S/O who is soft only for him????

Another day another nwhpt request✊️ but sendou lowk doesn't get enough writer's attention so i might just grace yall with a fic

No Way He Pulled That Pt.15

The Neo Egoist League crew had seen some things. Ego's unhinged psychology rants. Barou screaming at vending machines. Kaiser and Isagi glaring so intensely it shorted a stadium's lights once. They thought they'd seen it all.

Until they saw her.

At first the boys didn’t believe him. Not for a second.

Not when Sendou kept showing up to practice with scratch marks on his neck like he barely made it out of a black lace death match. Not when he changed his phone wallpaper to some blurry photo of what looked like a cursed Victorian painting. And especially not when he said, proudly and without blinking:

"My girlfriend’s the hottest girl alive. She’s so cool she scares people. But she lets me hold her pinky"

They laughed for hours.

"Bro, you downloaded her off Pinterest or sum?"

"You don’t even like goth girls"

"She’s either fake or you’re her emotional support himbo"

"Yall dont get it! She's so cool, man. Like, she reads Sylvia Plath and threatens me with eyeliner pens"

"Bro" Reo blinked, "are you okay?"

"She has a playlist called songs to hex men to"

"...What"

"No, like, seriously. She's so smart. And she wears these boots that make her like six feet tall. One time she told a guy off for littering and I almost proposed on the spot"

Everyone assumed it was an elaborate coping mechanism. Like, he had to be making her up. There's no way Sendou Shuto of all people managed to bag a mysterious, goth, goddess-level woman who quotes poetry and wears spike chokers.

Right?

Right??

So when Ego gave them a surprise beach day—yes, the devil himself granted mercy—they dragged Sendou along, still clowning him for the imaginary mistress of darkness he swore up and down was real.

Everyone was chilling - Barou doing crunches for no reason, Rin brooding under an umbrella, Bachira building a sand monster, and Isagi angrily trying to explain sunscreen ingredients to Kaiser, who very much did not care.

The other boys had just begun setting up the net when Reo looked up from his phone, eyes narrowing.

"Who the hell is that?"

Heads turned.

The music from someone's speaker cut out for a second, like the universe was holding its breath.

Across the beach, emerging like a mirage from a nightmare, was a woman. A vision.

Black mesh cover-up. Chunky boots. Lacy swimsuit peeking through. The kind of girl who looked like she either cursed your bloodline or read Baudelaire for fun. Maybe both.

She wasn’t just walking. She was gliding across the sand like she was paid for it. Cool expression, unreadable gaze behind black sunglasses. Jet-black nails, noise-canceling headphones, and the look of someone who wouldn’t even flinch if the ocean caught fire.

The volleyball court froze when the ball bounced near her.

And then. She bent to pick it up.

The sun hit just right.

Kaiser choked on his drink.

Isagi whispered something that sounded like a prayer.

Bachira actually dropped to his knees.

"You have got to be kidding me" Rin said, blinking furiously like that would fix the hallucination. (see what i did there? LMAOO)

And Nagi, barely lifting his head, muttered, "She looks like my sleep paralysis demon. I’d let her step on me"

Then—

"BABEEEE!!"

Their heads snapped to the source.

Sendou Shuto, golden retriever incarnate, was sprinting across the sand like a man on a mission. The woman smiled—smiled—and opened her arms.

And he dove into them like it was home base.

No one breathed. No one moved.

"You came!" he beamed, looking like a kid on Christmas.

"I said I would, didn’t I?" she said, voice soft and silken, brushing sand off his messy hair.

He preened. She kissed his cheek.

And everyone watched -slack-jawed, collectively going through the five stages of grief - as this gorgeous, gothic siren of a woman melted the moment she saw him.

"Is that her??" Reo whispered, scandalized. "Wait-no way. No. No. NO"

You smiled. It was slow. Dangerous. Sexy. The kind of smile that made people rethink their religion

The group’s collective soul left their bodies.

Otoya turned slowly. "...No way he pulled that"

"Okay but she’s like, scary hot" Reo hissed.

"And nice to him?" Nagi blinked. "Unfair"

"She hasn’t even looked at us" Aiku muttered bitterly.

"She doesn’t need to" Bachira whispered. "I feel like if she looked through me i would feel judged"

Barou clicked his tongue, jaw tense. "Tch. I ain’t impressed"

He absolutely was.

Kaiser was still muttering in German. Possibly casting spells.

"Oh, darling," you whispered, hands cupping his cheeks. "Did you drink enough water today? You better've stretched. I'll kill you if you cramp"

You kissed his neck. His NECK.

Sendou giggled.

GIGGLED.

Bachira dropped his popsicle. Rin audibly gagged. Shidou choked on his LaCroix. Isagi looked like his ego was dying.

And Reo just-sat down.

"This...this is wrong. Reality is broken. How did he get her?"

"She's...like a sexy vampire," Chigiri muttered, stunned. "And he's...Sendou"

Meanwhile, you were now lovingly applying sunscreen to your boyfriend's nose while scolding him for forgetting to reapply. He was beaming.

"I brought you your book" you added, "You left it at my place"

"You're the best" Sendou grinned.

You blinked slowly. Then kissed him again.

Every single boy in a 10-meter radius screamed internally.

Even Barou dropped his protein bar.

You could also hear Bachira screaming "is he bothering you queen?" In the backround.

Then—

"Who are your little friends?" she asked, finally glancing their way. One eyebrow raised.

"They’re my buddies!" Sendou grinned. "Say hi, guys!"

They didn’t. No one did. They just stared.

She tilted her head. "...Rude"

Shidou immediately bowed.

Isagi stammered a hello.

Bachira saluted.

Even Barou grunted something that could pass as a greeting.

Later, after she joined their volleyball game and smacked a spike so hard it nearly decapitated Reo, they huddled around Sendou like he was holding government secrets.

"How?"

"My brother in Christ how did you get her??"

"Do you have dirt on her or something?"

"Did she lose a bet?"

Sendou just sipped his juice box and smiled. "She threatened to stab me at a poetry night" Sendou said proudly.

"...What?"

"I asked if her outfit was cosplay. She threatened me. Now we're in love"

Reo, lying face-down in the sand "You don't deserve her"

Kaiser, ready to dunk himself in the ocean to feel something "I refuse to accept this timeline"

"BUT WHY—"

She walked by again, shooting them all a look so sharp it could cut glass.

The boys immediately turned into full-on panic mode - eyes darting like they'd just seen a ghost. In a desperate attempt to look innocent and not end up as collateral damage, they crouched down, nervously fixing Sendou’s hair and kissing his temple.

Sendou just grinned sheepishly.

Honestly, can you blame them? She looked like she was ready to burn the whole world down if anyone dared lay a finger on him.

The boys tho?

They reevaluated everything they knew about love, reality, and logic that day.

No way he pulled that.

But oh well, he did.

[i2rizz]

now im thinking of barou in no way he pulled that with a soft spoken girlfriend and nobody believes she exists hhhh.... or kaiser with a pokite gf.... hbhhhhhhbbhhhhggghhhbbndndjdjjdkdjdkdkskekkrkeo

AIGHT GIRLLLL there will be a different one for kaiser bc people alr requested him

No Way He Pulled That Pt.14

No one believed him. Obviously.

Barou didn’t talk about girls.

He grunted. He glared. He flexed. He trained like the he was in the WWE. If Barou Shoei said he had a girlfriend, your first thought wouldn’t be "aww, sweet" it’d be "who did he enslave?"

So when, one day, he snapped at Otoya for asking if he was free that weekend and muttered something like, "Can’t. Im visiting my girl" the entire locker room went still.

"…Your what?" Reo blinked.

"My girlfriend" Barou repeated flatly, like it wasn’t national news.

Silence.

Then Shidou cackled. "Oh sure. And i ain't nutting to Sae"

Isagi squinted. "You mean, like… actually?"

Barou scowled. "What, you're saying i can’t get a girlfriend?"

"…Yes?" Bachira chirped.

"You literally bark at people" Karasu pointed out.

And yet, Barou refused to elaborate. Wouldn’t show photos. Wouldn’t say her name. Just went back to bench pressing a small car and said, "She’s real. You’ll see"

So the disbelief only grew. Rumors flew. "Barou made her up to fool us" "Maybe she’s AI-generated" "She’s probably just his reflection in a mirror he gave a wig"

Then came beach day.

A much-needed break from training, organized by Reo (shockers), hosted on a beach with crystal clear water and team-wide bragging rights. Everyone was either grilling, playing volleyball, or roasting Shidou for wearing Crocs.

That’s when Barou got weird.

He was standing awkwardly by the umbrellas, arms crossed, eyes scanning the shore like a bodyguard. Pacing. Checking his phone. Muttering curses under his breath.

"Is he… nervous?" Chigiri whispered.

"He looks so..not barou" Nagi muttered.

"Wait. Is he waiting-" Rin stopped, blinking.

And then—

They heard it.

A quiet, silvery voice floating over the breeze. "Shoei~!"

Barou froze.

Everyone turned.

And saw her.

She walked up the beach like a mirage. Barefoot, wearing a flowy (f/c) dress over a (f/c) swimsuit, long/short hair fluttering behind her like something out of a painting. Her eyes were gentle, her smile shy, and when she reached Barou, she stood on tiptoes to hug him.

And Barou—the Barou, musclehead king of rage and snarling—softened. Like visibly.

He leaned down slightly so she could reach his neck. Rested a hand carefully on her waist. Tilted his head like a puppy when she cupped his cheek and murmured, "I missed you"

Everyone stared like they were watching a unicorn kiss a dragon.

"Who is that?" Reo choked.

"That’s her?" Isagi said slowly, as if the concept physically pained him.

"She’s real" Shidou whispered, scandalized. "He wasn’t lying…"

"She’s… soft" Karasu added, eyes wide.

"She looks… nice?" Bachira gasped.

The girl turned to the group, bowing slightly. "Hello! I’m so happy to meet you all. Shoei talks about you sometimes. He’s very proud"

Barou immediately looked away, ears red.

"YOU’RE SO PRETTY" Chigiri blurted, and immediately clamped his mouth shut.

She laughed. Light and lovely. "You’re too kind!"

Reo was absolutely spiraling. "No—no way. Barou pulled a girl who sounds like a Studio Ghibli soundtrack???"

"Ho do you float when you walk?" Bachira asked, bewildered.

Barou stepped in front of her protectively. "Back. Off."

"Oh my god, he’s guarding her" Isagi whispered, like they’d just found a rare species.

"Are you sure he didn’t just rescue her from a cursed forest?" Shidou added. "Blink twice if he kidnapped you"

The girl just smiled sweetly and clung to Barou’s arm. "He’s not as scary as he looks, I promise"

Barou turned even redder. "Tch. Quit saying weird stuff"

She kissed his cheek. "Awhh you’re too cute when you’re grumpy"

Shidou audibly screamed.

Karasu looked like he was witnessing divine intervention. "How…"

"Did…"

"HE…"

"PULL THAT?"

Oh and Barou?

He just smirked.

Because damn right he did.

[i2rizz]

hihi I love your "no way he pulled that" series so much it has me giggling and kicking my feet! i was wondering if I could request one for reo? with a reader who's really loud and energetic but super soft with him?

It's kinda wild how obsessed everyone is with this idea-and I totally get it-but I've got like 20 requests lined up, and honestly? I'm tapped out. It's starting to feel like I'm writing the same thing over and over.

No Way He Pulled That Pt.13

The Blue Lock boys were halfway through summer training when Reo casually suggested a "reset day" No drills. No egos. Just sun, sand, and snacks—on a beach, of course, because what’s the point of being rich if you can’t occasionally act like you’re in a teen movie montage?

Naturally, they agreed. A break sounded like heaven. But what they didn’t know was that Reo had ulterior motives. He’d been hyping up his "girlfriend" for weeks.

At first, no one believed him.

"You have a what?" Nagi had asked once, monotone as always.

"A girlfriend" Reo had said, smug. "She’s amazing"

Rin raised an eyebrow. Shidou had straight up laughed.

"No offense, rich boy," Shidou snorted, "but I thought you were married to your credit card"

Reo rolled his eyes. "You’ll eat your words. Just wait"

The rumors spread like wildfire. The mysterious girl Reo was supposedly dating. The one he talked about with this dopey grin like he wasn’t the bougie prince of Mikage Corp. "She’s loud" he’d said fondly. "Louder than me, even" "She makes fun of me constantly" "But she’s got this smile that could stop time" "And when she hugs me, I forget how to breathe"

Yeah. No one believed him.

So when the group rolled up to Reo’s private beach—because of course it was his—they didn’t expect much. Just a bougie hangout, maybe some suspiciously fancy drinks, and Nagi napping under a palm tree.

What they didn’t expect… was her.

She wasn’t even facing them when they saw her. Just this goddess on the sand, diving for a volleyball like it owed her money. Hair tousled from the salty breeze, her skin glowing like she’d been sculpted out of light and whatever filter Instagram wishes it had.

She was wearing a sporty swim top with criss-cross straps and little black shorts that rode up with every movement. Her laughter rang out clear across the beach—loud, the kind of laugh that makes your chest feel warmer just from hearing it.

Then she turned.

The moment her eyes landed on the group of boys, her grin stretched wider—teeth, dimples, the whole show. She waved, sprinting up the sand with the energy of a golden retriever on espresso.

The ball was forgotten, falling at Rin’s feet.

"Yo, Reooooo!" she shouted like she hadn’t seen him in years. "You didn’t tell me the cryptids were coming too!"

Shidou blinked. "Did she just call us cryptids?"

"That’s her?" Karasu whispered, stunned.

Reo, who had been lounging casually by the umbrellas with a smug look already forming, stood up as she barreled toward him. She practically launched herself into his arms, limbs wrapping around him like a koala.

And just like that—snap. Reo softened.

Gone was the smugness. His entire face melted into this soft, stupid, dopey grin as he caught her. He tucked her hair behind her ear, whispering something that made her giggle. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, whispered something back, and he lit up like a kid on Christmas.

Everyone else?

Absolutely losing their minds.

"THAT’S her?" Chigiri hissed.

"No fuckinging way" Rin muttered under his breath, looking deeply disturbed.

"Since WHEN do loud girls like that go for the pretty boys with daddy’s credit card?" Bachira gasped.

"Wait wait wait," Shidou pointed, scandalized. "She just called him love"

"She called him love?"

Nagi, squinting "please censor the word love"

Reo turned toward them, arm slung around her waist like it belonged there. "Oh," he said, way too casually, "guys—this is my girlfriend"

"Your real girlfriend?" Isagi croaked, clearly re-evaluating his entire worldview.

The girl looked up, blinked innocently. "Wait—you didn’t tell them?

"I did!" Reo whined. "They just thought I was hallucinating you!"

She gasped. "Rude" Then turned to the boys, beaming. "Hi! I’m Y/N. I’m loud, annoying, and I’m dating your rich friend. Any questions?"

There was silence. Pure, disbelieving silence.

Then Karasu whispered, "Bro pulled a main character"

Shidou was already fake crying. "Love isn’t real unless it’s that"

Meanwhile, Reo—still holding onto her like she might vanish—was grinning like a winner.

"Believe me now?"

Bachira flopped onto the sand dramatically. "I thought she was a myth…"

Nagi, deadpan: "I thought you were lying."

Even Rin looked vaguely impressed.

But Reo just leaned down, kissed your forehead, and said softly, "Knew they’d freak out"

And as you beamed up at him like he hung the stars—completely unaffected by the jaw-dropped chaos happening around you—every single one of those boys realized…

No way he pulled that.

But he did.

And she was crazy about him.

[i2rizz]

Hello. Greetings.

I see that you are a fellow Balkan/Slavic. May I ask the precise location of your descents?

(Not in a weird way, I'm not like that)

Oh wow, a fellow Slavic/Balkan person on here? That's rare. Didn't think I'd actually run into one in the wild.

And relax, I know you're just curious and not being weird or anything. We're cool.

You probably won't see this coming, since people like me barely show up on platforms like this, but I'm Macedonian. Rare, apparently. You're welcome for the cultural diversity.

But-and I say this with love-if anyone decides to bring up politics or history in the comments-Your comment will vanish faster than my motivation during finals. I'm a teen, and I genuinely couldn't care less about political debates on this platform,so If you've got nothing better to do than argue about that stuff here, don't even bother, or go beef somewhere that isn't my peaceful little corner of the internet.

[i2rizz]

𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

Synopsis-Dante's only goal tonight: wreck you so thoroughly you'll never even look at another man again.

And judging by the broken bed, the shattered floor, and the bruises on your hips? Mission accomplished.

(NSFW / MDNI / Warnings: filthy smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, jealousy, possessiveness, teasing, manhandling, breeding kink, overstimulation, hair-pulling, mouth-fucking, marking, degradation + praise, messy sloppy drunk energy, Dante being a rabid man)

(A little thank you gift for 400 followers so sit yall fine asses down and grab water because what I’m about to deliver is gonna have you needing to pace around your room for 10 minutes)

You barely made it through the front door.

The second it slammed shut behind you, Dante had you caged against it—hot, heavy, feral.

"You fuckin' tease" he growled against your mouth, voice wrecked, hands already hiking your tiny, skin-tight club dress up your thighs. "Flirtin' with every bastard in that club—shakin' that ass like you wanted me to fuckin' lose it, huh?"

You gasped, breathless, clawing at his leather jacket to yank him closer.

You could still taste the liquor on his tongue, still feel the pounding bass of the club vibrating through your bones.

He ripped the jacket off and tossed it somewhere without looking.

Lifted you clean off the ground like you weighed nothing, throwing you over his shoulder with a rough smack to your ass that made you shriek and giggle.

"You think it's funny?"

"Wait till I show you how funny it is when you can't fuckin' walk tomorrow"

He stalked through your apartment like a man possessed, kicking open your bedroom door of off its hinges, tossing you onto the mattress like a ragdoll.

You barely had time to scramble up before he was on you again—grabbing your ankles, dragging you down the bed, manhandling you until you were flat, pinned, helpless.

"Stay fuckin' still" Dante rasped, yanking your dress up and over your head, leaving you in nothing but a flimsy pair of panties.

His blue eyes burned.

Dark. Starved. Dangerous.

"You wore this tiny little shit to the club?" he hissed, dragging two fingers roughly up your slit, already soaked through the lace. "You wanted attention that bad, huh? Wanted everyone seein' what's MINE?"

You whimpered, grinding helplessly into his hand.

"Yeah, you fuckin' did"

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Gonna make damn sure you remember exactly who you belong to"

He hooked his fingers in your panties and ripped them clean off—no ceremony, no patience.

Before you could even catch your breath, he was on you—mouth messy, sloppy, devouring your pussy like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

You screamed.

Fist tangled in his hair, thighs clamping around his head.

He groaned into you, like he was savoring every filthy sound you made, grinding his tongue against your clit with reckless, brutal focus.

When you came, it was violent.

Tearing sobs from your throat, soaking his mouth, your whole body twitching under his iron grip.

Dante didn’t even give you a second to recover.

Wiped his mouth with the back of his hand—smirking, cocky—and shoved you further up the bed.

"Face down, ass up, princess"

You scrambled to obey, still dizzy from the orgasm, and he was already pulling his cock free—thick, heavy, dripping precum.

He didn’t prep you.

Didn't warn you.

Just lined up and shoved his way in one brutal thrust, punching the breath from your lungs.

You clawed at the sheets, sobbing into the mattress, as he started pounding into you with zero mercy.

The bedframe slammed into the wall with every vicious thrust, the whole apartment shaking.

"Fuckin' tight little hole, squeezin' me so fuckin' good," Dante growled, spanking your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "Can't believe you were showin' this perfect pussy off at the club—gonna have to fuck the attitude outta you, huh?"

You screamed into the sheets as he bent over you, biting and marking your shoulder, pounding you so hard the bed legs cracked against the floor.

It wasn't enough for him.

He flipped you over mid-thrust, manhandling you into a full mating press—legs over his shoulders, your ankles pinned near your ears, leaving you fully exposed and helpless as he rutted into you.

"Look at you" he growled, one hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing lightly as he fucked you deeper, harder, faster. "Pretty little slut. Perfect fuckin' hole. Gonna pump you so full you won't know where you end and I begin"

You were crying now.

Tears streaming down your cheeks from the intensity, the overwhelming stretch and heat and pleasure.

"That's it" Dante purred, licking the tears off your face. "C'mon, princess. Cry for me. Show me how bad you need it"

You shattered again, convulsing around him, screaming so loud your neighbors probably called the cops.

Dante snarled, fucking you through it, never slowing down—until you felt the brutal pulse of him cumming deep inside you, filling you to the brim, thick, hot, endless.

He collapsed on top of you, still sheathed deep, grinding lazily into your oversensitive cunt to milk every drop inside.

"Not done" he rasped, voice wrecked. "Gonna fill you up again. Gonna keep fuckin' you till you're so fuckin' full it leaks down your thighs"

You whimpered, barely able to think.

And he smirked—slow, wicked, dark.

"You asked for it, sweetheart"

"Now you're gonna take all of it"

And then he started moving again.

No mercy.

No escape.

Just Dante,

and you,

and the kind of sin that no amount of praying could ever erase.

[i2rizz]

Undercover Hearts Pt.2

Warning/tags:(NSFW / MDNI)(crazy saying this as a minor myself) / Dead Dove Do Not Eat / Explicit Language and Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, overstimulation, degradation, praise, rough sex, manhandling, hair pulling, light choking, marking/biting, creampie, slight breeding kink vibes, Dante being a filthy DOMINANT bastard, reader getting absolutely ruined)

The mission was supposed to be quick.

Quick in, quick out.

Dante had told you that before he kicked the rusty iron of the VIP club room off its hinges with a lazy smirk, his sword resting on his shoulder like a casual extension of his ego.

But nothing with Dante was ever quick.

Especially not when it came to you.

The second you two were alone—blood still drying on the cracked marble floor, the headless bodies of demons(turns out there were more demons) slumped against the wall—he had you pinned.

His mouth crashed against yours, desperate, devouring.

Gloved hands ripped at your clothes with zero patience, dragging leather and bloodstained fabric off your body until you stood bare and trembling under the neon lights of the nightclub.

"You drive me fuckin’ insane, sweetheart" Dante growled against your lips, voice thick with hunger, grinding the hard line of his cock against your soaking heat through his jeans. "All night, watchin' you, covered in blood, covered in me... fuck, I can't—"

You whined, clutching his jacket, fingers clawing at his broad shoulders like you'd fall apart without him.

You would.

He spun you roughly, shoving you face-first against the nearest wall.

One large hand pinned your wrists above your head, the other snaked down to cup the throbbing between your legs.

"So fuckin' wet for me already, huh? Knew you were a needy little slut" he purred against the shell of your ear, breath hot and filthy.

You gasped as his fingers slipped through your folds, teasing, circling, but never giving you enough.

Grinding helplessly back against him, you begged under your breath—words you couldn't even understand, broken whimpers of please, Dante, please—

He chuckled darkly.

"Yeah? You gonna beg real pretty for it, princess? C'mon, lemme hear you"

You barely managed to choke it out, shameless, desperate, all pride long gone:

"Please, Dante, fuck me—need you—need you so bad—"

That was all he needed.

You heard the harsh drag of his zipper, the heavy thud of his jeans dropping, and then he was there—thick, hot, leaking precum as he ran his cock between your soaked folds.

Taunting you.

Ruining you.

"Open up for me, baby," he growled low, lining himself up. "Gonna wreck this sweet little pussy."

The first thrust was brutal.

Full length, full force, bottoming out inside you with a choked snarl into your neck.

You screamed—more from the shock, the stretch, than the pain—and he didn't slow down.

Not even a little.

"Take it" he snarled, hips slamming into you with reckless, punishing rhythm. "Take every fuckin' inch, sweet stuff"

Your fingers clawed at the wall, nails cracking against it, tears blurring your vision from the sheer overwhelming pleasure.

Each thrust shoved you up the wall; the force of him pounding into you shook the floor tiles, made the expensive furniture rattle and groan.

You were fucked—

literally, mentally, physically.

And you never wanted it to end.

"You were made for this cock, weren't you?" Dante growled against your ear, hand tangling viciously in your hair, yanking your head back so he could lick and bite down your throat. "Fuckin' perfect little hole just beggin' to be filled"

You sobbed, incoherent, babbling his name like a prayer.

He dragged you down to the floor mid-thrust, never once pulling out.

Pounded into you so hard your body bounced off the tiles, cock hitting that sweet, devastating spot inside you over and over until you were a drooling, mindless mess beneath him.

"That's it, babygirl" he rasped, one hand gripping your throat lightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to own you.

"C'mon, make a mess for me. Soak this cock, sweetheart. Wanna feel you cum on me—fuckin’ ruin me"

You shattered with a scream.

Legs kicking, toes curling, body spasming uncontrollably around him.

He didn't stop.

Ruthless, Dante rode you through it, fucking you harder, faster, growling curses and praises into your skin.

"Gonna fill you up," he groaned, voice breaking, hips losing rhythm as he chased his own high. "Gonna fuckin' breed you, sweetheart—make you mine forever—fill you so deep you'll feel me for days—"

Another broken sob ripped from your throat.

You could feel it—

the hot, heavy pulsing of his cock inside you, his cum spilling deep, hot, endless.

Dante collapsed over you with a ragged groan, his weight glorious and suffocating, heart hammering against your back.

Both of you wrecked.

Sweat-drenched. Bloody. Shaking.

He didn't pull out.

Just nuzzled into your throat, muttering praises into your sweaty skin.

"Good girl. My perfect little slut. Took me so fuckin' good"

You whimpered, still twitching from aftershocks.

And he smiled—

slow, wicked, filthy.

"Round two, princess?"

"Hope you’re not tappin’ out already"

Because you knew—

with Dante,

the night was just getting started.

[i2rizz]

Unholy Binding

Synopsis-Kidnapped mid-mission, you're bound in dark magic Dante can't break - until your blood burns it away, revealing you might not be as human as you thought.

Yes i got the inspo from that one scene where Saber Alter was restrained

The mission had started like any other.

Demons loose in the old catacombs. Easy work. Slaughter, banter, payday, maybe flirt a little if there's time.

You and Dante fought back-to-back like you always did — a deadly, effortless rhythm.

But somewhere along the way, something went wrong.

You fell behind for just a second — and when Dante turned, you were gone.

No blood. No scream. Just empty air and a sickening pressure he couldn’t shake.

Now he’s tearing through the underground labyrinth like a man possessed, each corridor tighter and darker than the last, stone walls oozing with rot.

"Come on, baby... where the hell are you" he mutters under his breath, boots hammering the floor, sword clenched so tight his knuckles crack.

Then — he feels it.

A pulse of magic so thick it steals the air from his lungs.

He kicks down the next door without hesitation — and freezes.

The room is massive. Cathedral-sized. Lit only by the sick, greenish glow of a giant, pulsing ritual circle carved deep into the stone.

And you —

you’re at the center.

Bound upright by thick, twisting ropes of dark magic that glisten like oil, locking your wrists high above your head and your ankles wide apart. The tendrils snake around you, alive, clinging to your skin like they’re savoring you.

You’re standing in perfect, unnatural stillness — head bowed slightly, breathing shallow — caught in the center of the monstrous sigil beneath you.

The sight hits Dante like a shotgun blast.

His breath punches out of him, hard.

"Jesus Christ..."

He’s seen you battered. Bleeding. Laughing in the face of death.

But this —

this is different.

You look almost holy like this — horrifying and beautiful all at once, like some goddess sacrificed at the altar of hell itself.

The shadows cling to every curve of you. Your usual fire and fury are stripped away, leaving something raw and devastating.

He can't tear his eyes away.

A slow, involuntary whistle slips from his lips.

"...Damn, sweetheart. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to kill me"

You stir, sluggishly, lifting your head — and even that simple movement looks otherworldly, like you're floating inside the trap.

Your eyes find his — furious and burning even through the exhaustion — and the spell over him shatters.

"Get your stupid ass over here and help me" you rasp, voice shredded raw.

He smirks, taking his sweet-ass time strolling closer, boots crunching over broken stone.

"Not my fault you're pulling off the whole tied up by evil forces look so well. Kinda hard not to admire"

"Dante," you grind out through clenched teeth. "If you don't stop eye-fucking me and start cutting something, I will personally end you"

He chuckles, low and unbothered, like this is a casual Wednesday night and not an escalating demonic ritual.

But when the tendrils pulse tighter as if reacting to your voice, yanking your limbs cruelly.

You grunt in pain, shoulders straining against the bonds. A fresh trickle of blood oozes down your wrists where the ropes have rubbed skin raw.

Dante snaps out of it instantly, rage snapping to life under his skin.

"Fuck. Hold on, baby"

He bolts toward you, blade raised — but the moment his sword strikes the magic ropes, the blade bounces back with a screech of sparks.

"What the—?!" he snarls, stumbling.

The tendrils flex tighter around you like they're laughing.

"It can't be cut" you choke out, trying uselessly to wrench free.

"Yeah, no shit" Dante growls, backing off, thinking fast.

You’re shaking now — not from fear, but from pure, brutal exhaustion. Blood beads steadily from your wrists and ankles, dripping onto the stone beneath you.

And the second a droplet hits the ritual circle —

the floor screams.

The magic recoils violently, like a creature burned.

Dante stares, stunned, as the section of rope it touched withers and turns to ash.

"...Well, that's new" he mutters.

You manage a weak, grim smirk through the pain.

"Guess I'm just... full of surprises"

But Dante isn’t laughing anymore.

Because no human blood should do that.

No normal blood should burn ancient demon magic like acid.

His gut twists into a tight, cold knot.

Not human.

Not just human.

And if that's true — whoever set this up knew.

They didn’t just want to trap you.

They wanted to awaken something.

The thought makes him sick.

He steps closer, carefully this time, ignoring the tendrils snapping at him.

"Hey," he says, voice lower now, urgent. "You listening?"

You grunt in acknowledgment, barely able to lift your head.

"I need you to bleed a little more, sweetheart. Just enough to fry these bastards"

You snort — a real laugh this time, hoarse and breathless.

"Romantic as ever, Dante"

He flashes a boyish grin — but there’s no hiding the tightness around his mouth.

You bite down hard on your lip until more blood wells up, dripping steadily onto the circle.

The ropes shudder violently, a horrible keening sound rising.

More blood.

More burning.

The magic begins to fail, cracking apart at the edges.

But it’s not fast enough.

The tendrils, sensing their death, panic — yanking your body harder in opposite directions.

You scream, a sound that rips through Dante like a blade.

He doesn't think.

He moves.

Throws himself into the circle, grabbing your waist, trying to support you — even as the magic lashes at him, searing his jacket, ripping at his skin.

"Come on, come on," he growls, wrapping his arms around you, shielding you as your body convulses.

Finally — the circle explodes in a blast of black ash and howling magic.

The ropes snap one by one, and you collapse into his arms like a dying star.

He cradles you against his chest, breathing hard, adrenaline roaring in his veins.

"Got you" he whispers, fierce. "You're okay. You're okay"

You blink up at him, dazed, blood streaked across your face.

"You’re... such a dumbass" you slur, grinning faintly.

He barks out a short, broken laugh — relief crashing over him like a wave.

"Yeah, well. You’re lucky I’m your dumbass"

He gathers you up in his arms, cradling you like something priceless, and carries you out of that goddamn hellhole — heart pounding against yours the whole way.

[i2rizz]

Undercover Hearts

Synopsis:On an undercover mission in a demon-infested nightclub, you and Dante have to fake being a clingy couple - except Dante's way too good at pretending, and you're one whispered flirt away from forgetting the mission entirely.

He's so hot a devil may cry🙏🙏

The bass from the nightclub shook the ground under your boots—deep, pulsing, and wild, like the heartbeat of something alive and nasty hiding under the city.

You leaned against the brick wall outside, trying to ignore the way the neon lights cast a sweaty, wicked glow over everything. Your eyes scanned the entrance where a heavyset bouncer stood, arms crossed, blocking the door like a wall of muscle and bad attitude.

"You sure this is the right place?" Dante asked, stepping up beside you. He tugged on the leather jacket he’d thrown on for the night—worn, cracked at the seams, but somehow making him look even more lethal than usual.

You nodded. "Demon’s been spotted feeding inside. Disguised as a human. Likes to hang out in the VIP lounge"

"And no weapons allowed" he said, grimacing like it physically hurt him. "I feel naked"

You gave him a smirk. "You’ll live, tough guy"

The bouncer’s voice barked through the line of partygoers.

"Couples only tonight. No solo entries"

You and Dante exchanged a look.

He grinned. Slow. Dangerous.

"Guess we’re gettin’ cozy, baby," he drawled, looping his arm around your waist without hesitation. His hand slid down, bold, landing low on your hip. "Hope you don’t mind a little public display"

You rolled your eyes, but your skin was already heating up under his touch.

This was a mission. Focus.

"Play it up," you whispered, pressing close. "But keep it believable"

Dante’s smile turned wicked.

"Oh, sweetheart. I’m very believable"

You shoved him lightly with your elbow, but you were laughing under your breath as you approached the door. The bouncer gave you both a once-over—his eyes lingering on the way Dante’s hand clutched your waist, the way your body fit against his side like a missing piece.

"Alright, lovebirds," he grunted. "Go on in"

Inside, the club was chaos.

Lights strobed overhead. Bodies moved like shadows in the thick smoke. The air reeked of booze, sweat, and something darker—something wrong. You could feel it crawling over your skin, under your nails. The demon was here. Watching.

You tried to move forward, scanning the crowd, but Dante didn’t loosen his grip. If anything, he pulled you closer, practically flush against him.

"Gotta sell it, right?" he murmured into your ear, voice low and warm. His breath tickled your neck. "You’re supposed to look like you can’t stand being apart from me"

"You’re enjoying this way too much" you muttered, feeling your heartbeat pick up.

He chuckled, deep and sinful. "Can you blame me?"

You shoved him again half-heartedly, but his arm tightened. His hand slid around to the small of your back, fingers splaying wide, thumb tracing lazy circles along your spine.

Your brain stuttered.

Focus. Mission. Demon. Not Dante’s hands.

Then—he leaned in closer. Mouth brushing the shell of your ear.

"Baby," he said, voice dripping fake sweetness. "If you keep lookin’ at me like that, I’m gonna start thinkin’ you want me to make a scene"

You swore your knees almost buckled.

"You're shameless" you hissed, but even you heard how breathless you sounded.

Dante just laughed, soft and rough. He pulled you into a darker corner, hidden from the main floor, the pulsing lights turning his smirk into something feral.

"Think the demon bought it?" you asked, trying to regain control of your voice.

"Oh, babe" Dante pinned you gently against the wall with his hips, his hands framing your face now, thumbs stroking your cheeks like you were made of something precious. His forehead dropped to yours. "I’m starting to forget we’re even fakin’ it"

For a moment, the world shrank.

No music. No demon. Just the two of you breathing the same heavy air, inches apart.

You closed your eyes for half a second, feeling the thud of his heartbeat against yours.

Then—you spotted it. Over Dante’s shoulder. A flicker of something unnatural, slipping into the VIP area.

"Target’s moving" you whispered, forcing yourself to slide out from under him, though every nerve in your body screamed to stay.

Dante grinned like he already knew the effect he had on you. "Guess we’ll have to finish our little dance later"

You shot him a dry look. "You little hoe"

"You still love me"

He offered you his hand with a mock-bow, all theatrics and trouble. You smacked it away playfully and marched toward the VIP entrance, your mind snapping back into the mission—but your heart still racing from more than just the hunt.

Behind you, Dante chuckled and followed, cocky and head-over-heels in the most obvious way possible.

And maybe... just maybe, you were just as bad.

[i2rizz]

Did I mention I'm wildly in love with this deranged little bitch? Don't even ask where this idea came from-my brain's basically a cursed fanfic generator fueled by chaos, thirst, and questionable zero impulse control

Locked & Loaded

The alley was slick with demon blood—everywhere, sticky, and steaming where it hit the pavement. The stink of it clung to the night air, thick and metallic, crawling into your lungs even through the adrenaline.

Dante wiped his blade on his coat, standing over the remainings of what had once been a gangly, hissing demon.

"Ugly bastard" he muttered, nudging the corpse with the toe of his boot. "That’s the last time I take a bounty that pays in IOUs and moldy pizza"

You scoffed, stepping over a pile of broken crates. "You weren’t complaining about the pizza when you ate half of it"

"Low standards. Occupational hazard"

You shot him a look over your shoulder as you sheathed your own blade. The two of you made quite the pair—blood-splattered, sweaty, and absolutely unbothered. Dante had his usual swagger, that half-cocked grin that never quite left his face, and you? You were the calm to his chaos. Cool hands, sharp eyes, and a pistol always ready—until tonight.

Because, as fate would have it, both your guns had hit the ground mid-battle. His were kicked across the alley; yours had slid under a rusted dumpster in the middle of dodging a particularly aggressive hellspawn.

You figured you had enough time to grab them—until the second wave hit.

The growl echoed before you saw it. Low. Guttural. Disgusting.

Dante turned just as the wall behind you shattered, bricks flying. Something huge and snarling lunged out from the smoke, claws like meat cleavers and a mouth full of jagged teeth that glistened in the moonlight.

You both dove—instinct, perfect synchronization—but you hit the ground hard, knees scraping.

"Shit—Dante, your guns—"

"Gone" he grunted, rolling to his feet. "Yours?"

You looked under the dumpster. No glint. No chance. "Buried. We’ve got nothing"

The demon roared, charging.

Dante grimaced. "Alright. We’re doing this old-school"

But you held up a hand. Calm. Focused. And very much not panicking.

"Nah, twin" you said smoothly, voice cool as the metal you were about to introduce to the situation. "I got this"

Dante blinked. "Babe, unless you’re hiding a shotgun in your boots, I don’t think—"

You reached into your jacket, tugging at the zipper halfway… then lower.

He paused.

"Wait—are you—?"

And with one confident pull, you drew a sleek, silver pistol from right between your chest—tight holster, custom fit, hidden in plain sight. You cocked it without missing a beat, the click loud and sweet in the tense air.

Dante stared.

"Holy hell," he muttered, visibly stunned. "Is that where you keep it this whole time?"

You smirked, stepping forward with a roll of your shoulder. "Emergency backup, babe. You think I wear this top for style?"

The demon charged again. You raised the pistol.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three shots. Each one precise. The demon reeled back, screeching in pain as black ichor burst from its eye socket and shoulder.

Dante watched you—barely breathing, maybe because you looked like a literal fever dream. Bloody, glowing in the alley light, sweat clinging to your collarbone, your weapon still hot in your hands, smoke curling from the barrel.

He let out a low whistle. "You just became the hottest person I’ve ever seen"

You didn’t look at him—too focused, too in the zone. "Flirt later. Cover me"

“God, I love you” he muttered, dazed, as he grabbed a crowbar from the ground and dove in with you.

It was fast, brutal. You moved in tandem—one fluid, lethal machine. The demon never stood a chance.

By the time it crumpled into a pile of twitching limbs, you were breathing heavy, hands on your knees. Dante came up behind you, slow, still catching his breath.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, forehead dropping to your shoulder.

"I’m not even mad about losing my guns," he murmured. "That was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen. I mean, between the boobs? That’s genius"

You laughed, low and smug. "Told you I had it handled"

He nuzzled your neck, shameless. "You have me handled"

You turned in his arms, lifting the still-warm pistol and tucking it back into its secret holster. His eyes followed the motion like a man hypnotized.

"Stop staring"

"Can’t," he said. "My girl pulls a piece from her tits and kills a demon with three shots to the face. What do you expect me to do, not get turned on?"

You kissed him then—sweaty, blood-spattered, and giggling. He tasted like adrenaline and praise and something wild.

"You’re shameless" you whispered.

"And so hard it's concerning" he said against your mouth. "Now let’s go home. I wanna see what else you’ve been hiding under that top"

[i2rizz]

HI CAN I REQUEST L with a S/o that's super girly and she really likes having a shopping spree

Someone requesting smth other than them "no way he pulled that" fics feels like heaven

Tho jokes aside i adore this request(* >ω<)

Sugar rush & too many shopping bags

L didn't usually come out in public, let alone step foot into a glittering mall with glass escalators and pop music echoing off marble floors.

Did i mention L didn’t do malls?

He didn’t do loud music, crowds of strangers brushing past, or fluorescent lights that hummed against his sensitive brain like a warning alarm. And yet here he was—hunched forward in his usual slouch, dark eyes glancing left to right, and pale fingers hooked loosely around the strap of one pink shopping bag.

Just one of… fourteen.

Him being with shoulders hunched, thumb to his mouth, and his ever-messy hair attracted the attention of confused passersby. He didn't care. His gaze was fixed on one person

You.

Bouncing between store windows, your nails were freshly done-a glossy pastel pink. Your outfit was coordinated down to the last gold charm on your bracelet. You beamed as you strolled in front of him.

"Ryu, look!" your voice chimed like a bell, soft and bright, cutting through the noise around him.

L blinked and turned his head slowly, finding you a few steps ahead—posing in front of a boutique mirror, holding up a glittery pink handbag shaped like a heart. "Isn’t it cute?" you asked, already spinning on your heel to grab the matching wallet.

L stared.

It was cute.

But mostly because it was you holding it—eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed with excitement, your lip gloss catching the light like glass candy. You looked so alive here—like you belonged in a world of glitter shelves and pastel mannequins. In your element.

"You already have six bags" he murmured.

"I know, but this one is a different shade of pink. This one is, like, marshmallow pink. That’s a totally different vibe"

He stared again. "You make up new categories of color every ten minutes"

You leaned forward, resting your chin dramatically on his shoulder. "That’s called being an aesthetic visionary, thank you"

He paused. "Is that the same reasoning you used for the sparkly beret and the unicorn-themed eye palette?"

You gasped. "Are you judging me?"

L’s eyes flicked to yours. "Not at all. I’m… collecting data"

"On what?"

He tilted his head thoughtfully, thumb brushing his lip. "The average serotonin boost per accessory purchased"

You let out a laugh and threw your arms around him, nearly knocking him off balance. "You’re such a nerd, I love you" you giggled, squeezing him tight.

L stiffened like a surprised cat. But then slowly—so slowly—you felt his fingers press lightly against your back, one hand clumsily settling against your waist.

"I love you too" he mumbled into your shoulder, so quiet it was almost lost in the hum of the store.

You froze for a second—then pulled back with a grin that could’ve powered a small city.

"I’m buying the purse" you declared triumphantly.

"I anticipated that outcome"

"Come onnn, Ryu," you sang. "Just one more store!"

"You said that many stores ago" he muttered, his tone flat but not annoyed. You knew him well enough by now-this was his version of teasing.

You turned back with a cheeky grin. "I know, but this one has those glitter platform heels I showed you last week! I need them. For the vibes"

"For the vibes..." he repeated slowly, as if analyzing a foreign phrase. Then he blinked. "Do vibes have a functional purpose?"

You giggled. "Yes. They make me happy"

He paused. "...Acceptable"

L let you drag him along, his socks barely making a sound on the glossy floor tiles. He didn't really understand why you needed a dozen bags of accessories, lip glosses, tiny earrings shaped like cupcakes, or fuzzy cardigans in seven shades of pink-but he did understand one thing:

You looked radiant when you shopped.

When you twirled in front of a mirror in a new outfit, looking at him for approval with wide hopeful eyes, L would simply nod-his version of adoration.

Sometimes, if you caught him off-guard, he'd even mumble a quiet "Beautiful" before stuffing a lollipop in his mouth and pretending he hadn't said anything at all.

In one store, you turned to find him sitting criss-cross on a plush bench near the changing rooms, a small mountain of your shopping bags at his feet. He was slouched but oddly content, nibbling on a chocolate bar you'd slipped him earlier. His eyes followed your every move-like always.

"You're not bored?" you asked, cocking your head.

"I find observing you in your natural environment... fascinating"

You snorted. "I'm not a zoo animal, you weirdo"

"No," he said, chewing thoughtfully. "You're more like a butterfly. Loud, sparkly, and mysteriously drawn to expensive things"

You rolled your eyes with a smirk and leaned down to peck his cheek. He stiffened for half a second before returning to normal like nothing had happened.

"I'm done," you said. "Ready to go?"

Later, you sat side by side on a velvet bench just outside the store. L had all your bags stacked around him like a fortress, hunched over a cup of strawberry milk tea you’d bribed him with. His socked feet swung slightly above the floor.

You popped a mochi into your mouth and leaned into him, head resting on his shoulder.

“Did I drag you through too many stores today?” you asked softly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“You dragged me through seventeen stores, four kiosks, and one candle pop-up. I carried approximately 12.4 kilograms of merchandise. I’ve been mistaken for a lost boyfriend six times”

You bit back a laugh. “So... yes?”

He sipped his drink. “It was tolerable”

You sat up and gave him a skeptical look.

He stared straight ahead, still sipping. “Because it was with you”

Your heart jumped, just a little. “You’re getting better at being sweet”

“I’m learning through exposure”

You giggled and brushed his hair out of his eyes gently. He blinked at the touch but didn’t move away.

“You’re such a good boyfriend, Ryu”

“I am trying” he said, like it was a scientific hypothesis.

Then, after a pause, he added in a slightly lower voice: “Though next time, I will bring a rolling suitcase”

You burst out laughing. “Deal”

He leaned against you just slightly, eyes half-lidded as he watched people pass. He didn’t care about the stares. He didn’t care about the noise. All he cared about was the warmth of your arm pressed against his, the sugary scent of your new body spray clinging to the air, and the way you looked at him like he wasn’t a puzzle to solve—but someone already whole.

And for a man who lived in shadows, that was the most precious light he’d ever known.

[i2rizz]

Ngl im CRAVING dante content from the netflix adaptation and its not even funny anymore...

Trust im boutta BUST

Steamin Hot!

The door shut with a familiar thunk—heavy, careless, like the man himself. You didn’t even flinch.

You’d grown used to it: the clink of his weapons, the way he dropped his coat on your chair like it wasn’t your favorite, how his boots always left demon gunk on the rug you’d begged him not to ruin.

And still, your stomach fluttered.

He was already halfway to the bathroom, shirt hanging from his shoulder, the slice of pizza you’d made him take on the way up still dangling from his mouth like an afterthought.

"Long day?" you asked without looking up from your spot on the couch, cross-legged and wrapped in one of his shirts—oversized, a little torn, and still warm from the dryer.

Dante grunted. "Demons don’t take weekends. Apparently" He bit the slice, chewed, and finally turned to look at you. "You wearing my shirt again?"

You smirked, flipping the page of your book. "You left it here. Possession’s nine-tenths of the law"

"Is that so?" he muttered, already tugging off his belt. "Guess I should start leaving more stuff around, then"

You didn’t look—but you felt it. The weight of his stare. That flicker of something heavier behind the teasing. He was tired. You could see it in the way his shoulders slumped just before he disappeared into the bathroom, muttering something about "needing to boil off the stink"

The sound of the shower filled the apartment a moment later—hot, hissing steam bleeding into the hallway like smoke curling off a cigarette. You let out a slow breath and stared at your book without reading.

Five minutes passed. Ten.

You heard the water stop.

He didn’t come out right away.

Eventually, the door cracked open.

You didn’t look at first. You were trying to be normal. Chill. Unbothered.

But then you caught the sound of his bare feet padding across your wooden floor—and the scent hit you. Clean skin. Soap. A little sweat, still. All him.

He appeared beside the couch like a ghost: towel low on his hips, hair wet and slicked back except for the few silver strands that clung rebelliously to his forehead. Drops of water rolled down the carved lines of his torso, trailing down into the soft dip of his abs. His necklace—the one he never took off—glinted against his chest.

"Shower’s all yours" he said lazily.

You finally looked up, slowly, your eyes trailing from his face to the rest of him with zero shame. "Did you even dry off or did you just steamroll out to flex?"

He smirked, one corner of his mouth tugging up. "Can’t help it if you’re the one staring, sweetheart"

You tossed a pillow at him. He caught it effortlessly, didn’t even flinch.

"Cocky bastard"

"Your cocky bastard" he said, dropping the pillow and then—uninvited—dropping himself onto the couch next to you, his skin still warm and damp. "Unless that changed while I was gone"

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t move. His thigh pressed against yours. You could feel every heartbeat in that contact.

"I don’t know," you murmured, "depends. You planning on stealing all my hot water every time you crash here?"

He leaned in, slow, so close his breath brushed your cheek. "Maybe"

You swallowed. Your brain short-circuited for a second.

Dante noticed.

His grin deepened, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he reached behind you—his arm brushing your back—and grabbed a piece of cold pizza from the coffee table, taking a bite with zero shame.

"I hate you" you said softly.

"No, you don’t"

"No, I don’t" you agreed, even softer.

He leaned back, stretching with a low groan, his head tipping back against the cushion. The tension in his body—always there, even when he laughed—slowly melted out of him. His chest reflecting the light. His jaw relaxed.

You tilted your head, watching him.

He looked… younger like this. Almost soft.

"You okay?" you asked, nudging his knee with yours.

He cracked one eye open. "Took a demon’s blade through the ribs. You tell me"

You frowned instantly. "Dante—"

"Relax" he said, waving you off, but his hand found your thigh, grounding himself. "Didn’t hit anything vital. You’d be crying over my corpse if it did"

"I wouldn’t cry"

He looked over at you, serious for a flicker of a second. "Yeah, you would"

That shut you up. His hand stayed on your thigh.

You leaned into him, shoulder to bare chest. He didn’t move away.

Minutes passed like that. Just the two of you, half-dressed and quiet in your cluttered little apartment. The night hummed around you. Steam still curled in the hallway. The city beyond your window was loud and filthy and alive.

You turned your head slightly. "Hey"

He looked down.

You pressed your lips to his—quick, soft, but enough to remind him.

I’m here. You’re not alone.

When you pulled back, Dante blinked once.

Then he leaned in and kissed you again—slower. Thicker with something unspoken. His hand gripped your thigh tighter.

"You’re damn dangerous" he murmured against your lips.

You smirked. “hilarious coming from you"

[i2rizz]

can i ask a version of “no way he pulled that”about shidou? where reader is not only gorgeous, she’s also like the total opposite of him, please and thank u💗💗

Sure girll! There were also other requests for shidou from anons so this is for yall too.

No Way He Pulled That Pt.12

There was a rumor floating around NEL.

Not the usual one about Rin and Isagi’s passive-aggressive arguments, or about Reo buying three new jet skis just to race them down the hallway (which did, in fact, happen). No, this one was different. More outlandish.

Apparently… Ryusei Shidou had a girlfriend.

Which—let’s be real—no one believed.

Rin straight-up laughed. "No woman with a functioning nervous system would voluntarily be with that thing"

Barou didn’t even entertain it. "You mean someone tolerates him?"

Even Isagi, ever the peacemaker, said, "He probably made her up"

Chigiri had the most logical explanation: "She’s probably imaginary and lives in his ego"

But Shidou kept talking about you like you were real.

"I got a volleyball queen, bro. She's got that ‘I could ruin your life and you'd say thank you’ kind of look! Trust"

No one bought it.

So when NEL organized a beach day—partly to relax, partly to stop Shidou from threatening to set the weight room on fire again—Shidou just grinned. "Hope y’all like volleyball"

It started like any other beach day: sunscreen flying, Bachira doing flips in the sand, Reo building a comically massive umbrella fortress, and Nagi lying facedown under it like a collapsed Roman statue.

Kaiser tried to start a game of beach soccer. Isagi threatened to drown him. Typical stuff.

And then someone said, "Hey, isn’t that a volleyball net set up down there?"

The boys looked.

Farther down the beach, the sun caught the glint of a net swaying lightly in the breeze. And then they saw her.

You.

You moved like poetry in motion.

Barefoot in the warm sand, black volleyball shorts hugging your legs, a fitted swim bra that left just enough to the imagination, and your hair pulled back in a loose ponytail that bounced as you leapt up—smack!—and absolutely spiked the volleyball over the net like your life depended on it.

The way your muscles flexed, the confident arch of your back, the way you laughed when you missed a hit but adjusted with ease the next second—

You were dangerous.

Not just beautiful—but lethal. That mix of elegant and athletic, with a face that belonged on the cover of Vogue and a presence that screamed: I could ruin your ego with a single comment.

And God, you were smiling. Not just sweetly—fondly.

Especially when your eyes drifted toward the group of NEL boys gawking from a distance. More specifically—to him.

Shidou, who had been unusually quiet for five whole minutes (a personal record), was grinning so hard it looked painful.

"That’s her" he said proudly, like he just dropped a nuke on their fragile psyches.

"NO WAY IN HELL!"

Isagi dropped his water.

Aiku blinked and whispered, "I think I’m in love with her already"

Barou scowled harder than the sun could burn.

Rin squinted. "She’s…smiling. At him?"

Chigiri looked personally betrayed. "You’re telling me he pulled that?"

Kaiser straight-up choked on his drink. "No. No way. This is PR. He hired her"

"Oh? She lookin’ this good for fun now?" Shidou smirked, tossing his shirt over his shoulder like the menace he is. "That’s my girl, boys"

As if to punctuate his statement, you jogged over after winning the set, your smile radiant, your arms glistening with a sheen of sweat, volleyball cradled in your hand like a trophy.

"Baby!" you beamed.

Baby.

The boys blinked.

You jogged straight up to Shidou, leaned into his space like you owned it (you did), and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He grinned so wide he developed dimples.

They lost it.

"THAT'S ACTUALLY HER?" Isagi hissed. "I thought he made her up!"

"No way," Chigiri muttered, looking personally offended. "She's normal looking. Like, emotionally stable and everything"

"Maybe she hit her head" Rin said.

"You think she's being held hostage?" Nagi offered.

"Blink twice if you need help!" Reo yelled across the sand.

You just laughed.

"What, didn’t believe me?" Shidou purred, arm snaking around your waist. "Told you I don’t cap about perfection"

You rolled your eyes, tapping his nose. "You also told me dolphins were just ‘ocean dogs,’ so forgive their skepticism"

"See?" Aiku hissed. "She’s funny, too! And she touches him without flinching!"

"She deserves an oscar for putting up w him" Isagi muttered.

"She needs therapy" Rin grumbled.

"She could kill me and I’d thank her" Bachira added dreamily.

Nagi, still lying facedown in the sand, mumbled, "Too much light. Can’t look directly at her"

Meanwhile, you turned to Shidou again, gently fixed his crooked necklace, and said, "You forgot sunscreen on your shoulders again, didn't you?"

The man who once bit a player on the field melted instantly. He looked like a golden retriever being praised.

"Oh my god," Barou said in horror. "He's soft"

"He let her touch him," Bachira whispered, stunned.

"He didn't bite her," Isagi added.

"He kissed her cheek," Charles muttered.

"Maybe she has a taser," Rin concluded.

You turned to them with a sweet smile and a wave. "Oh btw, I'm (Name)!"

Dead silence.

Then Bachira, bless his soul, grinned. "Can I get adopted into whatever romantic comedy you two live in?"

Shidou tossed an arm over your shoulder. "Don't get jealous now, losers. You could never"

And that was the day the NEL realized: Ryusei Shidou did, in fact, have a girlfriend.

Not just a girlfriend. A walking, talking goddess with soft eyes, who gently told him to stop harassing seagulls and actually listened when he started ranting about new goal techniques.

The worst part?

You actually liked him.

You laughed at his jokes. You held his hand. You kissed him like he didn't start fistfights just for fun. And every time he looked at you, it was like watching a rabid pitbull turn into a very confused housecat.

Shidou would grin and say, "Yeah, I'm the luckiest bastard alive"

And everyone else would whisper behind his back, "How the hell did he pull her?!"

And the cherry on top?

When Shidou turned and yelled, "Ey! Who wants to get demolished in volleyball by me and my queen?!"

You just smirked, tossing the ball in the air. "Losers serve first"

They never stood a chance.

[i2rizz]

Hii i2rizz!!! I love your fics—especially Blue Lock! 💕❤️💯👌 But honestly, I love all of your fics!! ❤️💋💕🩷

My favorite is the “No way he pulled that” Blue Lock series!

Can you do a Zantetsu version? I’d love to see their reaction to someone saying, “No way his dumbass pulled a goddess like you.”

Anyways, love your fics and I hope today treats you gently (and gives you snacks 😘💋😁)

Awhh thank you darlin<3 i also hope these days find you well♡

No Way He Pulled That Pt.11

The Blue Lock boys had no clue how they ended up here.

Ego, in what might’ve been his rarest form of generosity—or maybe just a twisted experiment in social behavior—had allowed a full day off. No drills. No strategy sessions. No new rankings. Just sun, sand, and the awkward realization that outside the field, none of them really knew how to be normal.

Plus it was hot.

Not in the aesthetic, picturesque way,more like "sand sticking to wet feet" and someone's JBL speaker refusing to connect. But a beach day was still better than another round of tactical drills, and the boys were scattered across the sand, tossing volleyballs and arguing over sunscreen.

Isagi and Kurona were knee-deep in a beach soccer game that had no real rules. Nagi was napping in the shade of a giant umbrella while Reo applied SPF like a religious rite. Rin had claimed a quiet corner to read, even though he hadn’t turned the page in twenty minutes thanks to Shidou and Bachira loudly arguing over who could surf better, neither having touched a board in their life, while Kaiser was "casually flexing" by doing push-ups shirtless next to the snacks.

And then Zantetsu walked in.

Late, of course. Dressed like he’d just grabbed whatever his brain thought screamed "beach"—which, apparently, was a neon tank top, board shorts covered in cartoon sharks, and a backwards cap that he kept adjusting every ten seconds.

"YO!" he called out, jogging up the sand like he was in a music video no one asked for or sum. "Where is everyone? I brought ice pops!"

He was grinning like he’d won the lottery. Which might’ve made sense once everyone saw who walked in behind him.

You.

At first glance, it looked like you definitely weren't with him.

Tall platform sandals, sleek sunglasses, and an outfit that hugged in all the right places. Effortlessly beautiful in a way that felt just a little dangerous. You looked like you walked out of an R&B music video, or maybe a noir film—smirking like you knew you were the shit.

You didn’t look like someone who should even know Zantetsu, much less walk hand-in-hand with him while he waved at his teammates like a happy golden retriever.

Isagi blinked twice. "...Is she lost?"

Kurona tilted his head. "No, I think he’s holding her hand"

"You mean she’s letting him?" Reo muttered, suspiciously.

Even Barou, who usually couldn’t care less about romance or gossip, raised an eyebrow from under his beach towel. "There’s no way his dumbass pulled a goddess like that"

You reached them, cool as anything, leaned over to peck Zantetsu’s cheek and smiled sweetly. "Sorry we’re late. He got distracted watching a crab and started giving it directions"

Zantetsu beamed proudly. "I named it Greg. He’s got good instincts"

"..."

"..You're dating Zantetsu?" Kurona asked before his brain could stop his mouth. "Like. Zantetsu Zantetsu?"

You just smiled, unfazed, looping your arm through his. "Mhm. Took him a minute to figure out I was flirting, but he got there eventually"

Zantetsu puffed out his chest proudly. "She winked at me and I thought she had dust in her eye! But now we're in love"

Again no one said anything for a moment.

Then Kaiser, who had been mid-sip of beer, nearly choked. "You’re telling me this guy," he gestured at Zantetsu like he was a glitch in the simulation, "this walking ‘404 Not Found’ sign of a man… is ACTUALLY your boyfriend?"

You grinned wider. "Yes. He's sweet, he’s funny, and he makes me laugh until I can’t breathe. What more could I want?"

The group turned to each other in collective spiritual confusion. Rin looked like he was trying to calculate how probability even allowed this. Reo repeated, "No way his dumbass pulled a goddess like that."

"He once thought gravity was optional" Isagi deadpanned.

"And I still think it’s suspicious" Zantetsu added.

At that point, Bachira fell over laughing, sand kicking up around him like confetti. Rin gave up and shut his book. Kurona just quietly mumbled, "This doesn’t feel real" while watching you pull out sunscreen and gently apply it to Zantetsu’s nose.

The others watched in utter confusion as the man who once forgot how to use a microwave sat in your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world, rambling about hermit crabs while you cooed and nodded like he was the smartest man alive.

Kaiser whispered to Rin, "This is black magic"

And Rin, who would never admit to being impressed, just stared and muttered, "We live in a simulation"

Meanwhile, Zantetsu looked up at you and said, "Babe, do you think I could dig a tunnel under the sea?"

And you, with the patience of a saint and a smile too pretty to be real, replied, "Of course, baby. We’ll pack snacks for the journey"

The silence was deafening.

[i2rizz]

Maybee a "no way he pulled that" with yukimiya? Like obv hes gorgeous but shes so pretty in like a dark femme fatale way and hes light and stuff

Hopefully that makes sense

I have over 20 requests rn and they are ALL about this "no way he pulled that" scenario, like give it a rest pretty please🙏🙏

Also i have NO idea what to write for this concept anymore, send help🙏

No Way He Pulled That Pt.10

It all started with a rumor. And like all good rumors, it was ridiculous.

Apparently, Yukimiya—the walking glowstick, the man whose skincare routine is the eighth wonder of the world, whose eyelashes defy gravity—had a girlfriend.

At first, no one believed it. Like, no one.

"He doesn’t even look at women," Rin had muttered once. “"He looks at mirrors"

But then Ego, the evil lil hoe, casually said at the end of a meeting, "Your partners are invited to the beach thing next week, and that only includes Yukimiya since yall are bitchless"

Dead silence. Someone dropped their protein shake.

"Partner?" Isagi blinked.

"Like… like a business partner?" Karasu offered.

"He’s dating a spreadsheet" Otoya whispered solemnly.

But then came the day.

The beach was buzzing with teammates, towels, screaming, and sand flying into places it shouldn’t. Someone was setting up a volleyball net. Someone else was getting dunked in the ocean. And then—

She arrived.

No music, no slo-mo wind machine.

Black sunglasses. Glossy lips. Long/short hair with a dangerous sway. The kind of walk that said she didn’t rush for anyone. She wore a cover-up so sheer you wondered if the sun was scared to touch her. Her nails were blood red. Her stare-absolutely lethal. She looked like she broke hearts and smoked cigars with a glass of wine in hand just to feel something.

And right behind her?

Yukimiya.

Smiling like he just stepped off a magazine shoot. Holding her beach bag. Laughing at something she whispered. He looked soft next to her. All sunshine and dimples while she looked like she would skin a man alive or sum.

People stared.

The team was silent. You could hear Barou's jaw clench.

"She looks like she runs a cult," Reo whispered.

"Or the Yakuza," Rin muttered.

"Or both," Isagi added.

Kaiser’s sunglasses slipped off his face.

Rin turned away and turned back again like he was buffering.

Bachira had to physically be held back from running over and asking questions.

And they just… walked up like it was normal.

Yukimiya kissed her hand. Sat her under the umbrella. Applied her sunscreen for her while she scrolled her phone, entirely unbothered by the planetary meltdown she caused.

"The hell did he say in his prayers to get with THAT??" Aiku hissed.

Eventually, someone had to ask. (And apparently its always Reo)

"Be so real right now," Reo said, squatting next to their chairs like a goblin. "How?!"

Yukimiya blinked. "How what?"

"You," Rin snapped, "and her"

"Oh," Yukimiya shrugged. "She liked my cologne"

"It smelled like I’d live peacefully with a man who waters my plants and makes me breakfast" she smirked.

Everyone stared.

"And he’s pretty," she added, adjusting her sunglasses. "Like. Really pretty. I’m not blind"

Yukimiya blushed. Actually blushed.

And that’s when everyone broke.

There was actual arguing. Kaiser demanded a retelling. Isagi looked personally offended. Barou walked into the ocean. Nagi? He just laid down and mumbled, "This is the matrix"

Because no way he pulled that.