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bllk-after-dark · 1 year

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wildest fantasies.

pairing. itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu, nagi seishiro x f!reader

content warnings. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, nsfw, how the top 6 imagine fucking you, dom!character x sub!reader, vary in each installment, some are prevalent than others (oops), written in lowercase

itoshi rin. breeding kink, creampie, degradation, edging, fingering, jealousy, marking, possessive behavior, wall sex

mine is written on your skin with invisible ink. he fumes at a player from his team talking to you, who seems to be having fun when he sees you laugh. he doesn’t experience rage quite often, but that guy is the initial point and gets worse when the poster boy of blue lock strikes up a conversation with you.

“what’s with the silent treatment, rin?” you become frustrated over the lack of dialogue. the entire ride on the way home was tense and he treated you like a ghost. he also feels the same, but for different reasons. as the two of you enter your house, he pins you to the door with both arms above your head and cunt on his knee. you attempt to focus on lust in his eyes as his tongue battles against yours and teeth nips at your throat to leave bruises in its wake.

“craving attention from him out of all people, hm? fucking slut.” you gasp at the sharp friction of his knee against your cunt. he isn’t this rough and riled up, not that you’re complaining. he slips his fingers inside, pumping them in and out very slowly as punishment. “think he can fuck you like this? lukewarm, want him and everyone else to know that you’re mine.”

to prolong this type of behavior, you instill delicious images in his head. “how are you gonna show me off? the hickeys, sure. but what about a ring on my finger? your cum dripped out of me? or perhaps a baby in me?”

he pulls his fingers out when you’re nearing an orgasm, leaving you a whining mess. the impulse to buy a fancy ring with his salary and propose to you live, to fuck you in the locker rooms to see copious amounts of cum staining your underwear, and to fuck you enough to make you pregnant so that damn golden boy can mind his own business — which he’ll gladly make it happen. he rams his cock in you without warning and spends the entire day in the bedroom to make sure it takes.

“ah, there you are. i had to ask one of your teammates, but we lost track.” he’s back in the stadium, dazed from his daydreaming. you didn’t notice him blanking out as you’re busy geeking out about his plays. “watching a match in-person was so exciting! i get to see you steal a ball by kicking it between another player’s legs and score a goal with a direct shot— is that it? whatever, you’re so cool, rin!”

he shuts you up by kissing you, and everyone in the stadium reacts in a domino effect. the cameras pan to the two of you so it’s on live television, his fans freak out that he’s actually in a relationship, and his teammates — specifically that guy — are in pure disbelief. you wonder why he had done that, but he looks proud so you didn’t pry any further. “there. now the whole world knows.”

shidou ryusei. anal sex, blowjob, cuckolding, exhibitionism, face fucking, impact play (spanking), shower sex

demon is what everyone refers to him as. known to be vicious in the field, people hate to admit that he’s a damn good player. aside from being skilled at soccer, he’s also skilled at pulling risque acts in the context of yourself — willing to let the whole world know how tight you are. right now he’s fucking you from behind in the shower with hands on the wall and back slightly bent to stabilize yourself from his powerful thrusts.

“shit, you’re even tighter than yesterday!” he howls as his thick and wide cock drags along your walls and slaps your ass multiple times, leaving a red handprint there. this is a position favored by the both of you, and it never gets old. although, you do want to try out other things that you and he can find exciting. what he says afterwards is an adventure you can’t wait to embark on.

“i wonder if eyelashes will agree with me. how about we invite him someday?” you’d like that very much, honored to be acknowledged as a favorite pastime by the best player in japan. for now you want to practice sucking your boyfriend off, so you detach from him and kneel in front of his dick, lapping the bulbous tip with your tongue.

“holy shit, you’re tight here too! fucking hell… i dunno which one i like more but let’s find out, hm?” he shoves his cock deep into your throat and grips your head as he bucks his hips, eyes rolling to the back of his skull at how stimulating it is.

“feeling so fucking good. looking so fucking good, too. i bet you’ll do even better at the shower stalls in the locker rooms. or at a bar. or at an alley. or—” it’s incredible how he manages to talk about his shameless ideas when he’s at the verge of cumming whereas on the other hand you phased out. streams of opaque white gush out past your lips and trickle down your chin. his dick is still hard, meaning he’s ready for another round. his stamina is inhuman, like a demon. but knowing him, he won’t be satisfied until he has tried out every single thing on his growing list.

“can’t believe you took a nap during our bath. was expecting you to be more awake from the bath bomb i bought, but i guess not.” he’s greeted with a sweet peck, eyes fluttering halfway but can see you beaming at him brightly like the lights in the room. “got your towel here. now i have to drain the water, so shoo.”

he wraps his towel around his waist and then observes you unplug the drain. he happens to sneak a peek at the curve of your ass when you bend over to reach it, smug at how he happens to catch wind of how glorious the view is. he startles you by pinching the fat of your cheeks, and you turn to him, completely flustered. “what? want me to do it again?”

karasu tabito. aftercare, hand holding/kissing, insecurities, loss of virginity, missionary, petnames (baby), praise

sorry is your automatic reply when he hints that he wants to have sex. you’re a virgin; the thought of being unable to satisfy someone, especially one experienced such as himself, is deeply rooted in your head. on the contrary, it’s a huge turn on. since it’s your first time, he wants to make it extra special. it makes him more excited than he should be so he tries to tone it down to not scare you.

he reaches for your face, staring at him like a lost puppy. he smirks at how entranced you are when his fingers slide to your chin then glide over your lips. he kisses you hard, taking your breath away as he gently pushes you down on the bed. he gives you time to breathe while he takes off his shirt. you looking intently on him makes his heart flutter, that his body is for your eyes only.

“i’m okay. you can keep going,” you tell him when he checks up on you. with the slight encouragement of his hand drawing circles on your skin, you take off your shirt as well so he can explore more of your body. the two of you eventually strip yourselves to bareness in the midst of devouring each other with tongue and spit.

“squeeze if you want me to stop.” your hand is intertwined with his, ready to signal for the sake of your safety. he slowly penetrates you, his cock buried to the hilt inside your pussy. he blabbers about how you’re taking him so well, swearing he’ll cum faster than expected. he hooks a leg on his shoulder which allows him to thrust into you harder and deeper. the pitch of your voice rises higher and higher, you pull him toward your mouth to crash your lips against his. you hate how you sound it seems, but rest assured, it tells him that he has done his job right.

“shit, baby. you’re so perfect for me. how is this possible— agh,” he hisses out as he spills inside you. you’ve gone exhausted afterwards, skin sensitive from the caresses on your curves and kisses on your hands. this is what he’d like to happen, but the next time he blinks, you’re lying beside him fully clothed, meaning that the scenario is anything but real.

“tabito? you’re not saying anything.” you avert your gaze from his. you’re ashamed of literally pushing him away, believing that he’ll take offense judging from his silence. “i didn’t mean to do that. it happened so fast that i freaked out. can we start over and… start a little bit slower?”

“sure. let’s take things slow, then.” he kisses your forehead as a way to reassure you that you haven’t done anything wrong. somehow it makes you bolder, being the one to initiate the kiss while sneaking your hands under his shirt unconsciously. you immediately retract from the sudden move and are about to apologize for acting out of the blue. he cuts off a smile, gesturing you to keep on going. he’s so weak for you, and he’ll do anything to make you happy.

otoya eita. begging, cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, nipple play, phone sex, toxic relationships (with reader’s ex)

relief washes over him hearing that you broke up with your former significant other through the phone. he never liked them to begin with and doesn’t understand what you see in them. being the good friend he is, he wants what's best for you. yet he decides to remain civil, albeit painfully. though, it’s not as painful as suppressing his sinful thoughts about you crumbling under touch.

“eita? can you do me a favor?” he loves your voice, but you saying his name is his greatest weakness. instead of heading it wirelessly, he’d prefer you moaning it in his ears when he’s railing you into a begging mess. he should feel guilty for harboring these feelings as he promised to play the ‘good friend’ role. but promises are meant to be broken anyway. “can you make me forget about them?”

the lines of friendship blur into indescribable tension. you express your frustration over the shitty quality of your sex life your former partner provided, rambling about how badly you want to be fucked on someone’s mouth. the cries of your nipples and clit aching to be touched causes his cock to strain in his pants. sex isn’t a topic you confide in with your friends, especially your male friends, but now it doesn’t matter. you called him to forget after all.

“to tell you the truth, you’ve been driving me crazy,” he sighs with his head leaned back as he pumps his length. labored breaths and whimpers are heard on your end; it seems you have the same idea. “so you want me to make you forget? what if i tell you i’m jerking off right now, wishing that i was inside that pretty pussy of yours? what about you, wishing that my mouth is there too and on your pretty tits to claim what has been mine in the first place?”

“i’m yours, always yours. please, faster!” your whines become more frequent that he cums on his hand and some on his thighs. he leans against the headboard, catching his breath alongside you. if you’re here, he’d leave more proof that you’re forever his with no room for your ex in your world as it should. yet it’s all white noise. the entire time he has been blanking out, so you were waiting for an eternity for him to say something.

“hello? earth to eita?” he snaps back to reality. the only real thing is the stickiness of his hand that’s covered in cum, so he really has been mindlessly jacking off to your voice. “i asked if you can do me a favor but i think i rather stop by your place to cool off. is it okay if i come over?”

“yeah, sure.” you thank him before hanging up. he tosses his phone to the edge of the bed, contemplating what he has done. never, ever again will he do this and vows to not speak on it. all he can do is to stick being the ‘good friend’ to comfort you through your breakup. he’ll do whatever it takes to prove he’s the better choice. they’ll be the day where you’re all his for the taking.

yukimiya kenyu. body worship, mirror sex, lap dancing, lingerie, riding, sex toys, strip tease, voyeurism

risk is his middle name. not only taking it to become the top striker in japan, but in the context of having strong urges to impale you on him. it’s confined in his pants, just like how his hands are confined to his sides. he’s restricted to ogle at your body clad in lace lingerie, attempting to tempt him to give into his desires with your alluring expressions.

the lingerie surprise tips him over the edge. he follows your fingers running down your breasts to your clit, agonized by the drag of one of them along the lips back and forth. he grips his seat to the point where he can almost break the bones of his hands. oh how badly he wants you, but being the menace you are, you keep insisting to stay patient until the end of your performance.

“mmm, not yet. keep your eyes on me,” you giggle, lifting his chin to face you with your mouth ghosting over his. you’re enjoying the sight way too much, but how can he also feel the same when you’re torturing him with the sway of your hips on his lap, the flex of your muscles when he glances at the many mirrors around him, and the teasing of your bra straps down past your shoulders? and when you also grind on his bulge along with a vibrator plugging in you which is your source of pleasure instead?

as if his body has a mind of its own, he finds himself dancing with you with an arm wrapped around your waist and the other cradling your head, kissing you with his life. then clothes start to fly off left and right. he yanks out your vibrator decorated with your slick and plunges you onto his throbbing cock, having you seated for his part of the performance. oh how the tables have turned; now you’re the one being tortured, pounded with quick upward thrusts from him.

“now for the grand finale.” despite your protests to slow down, he wants to relish your face and body contorting in pleasure through the mirror beside him. a multitude of thrusts later, he reaches his climax and feels your walls clench to make sure you didn’t miss a single drop. it’s a shame that time goes by so fast, because he sure wants to see your body arch for him over and over again.

“you know, it’s rude to stare without saying anything.” loud noises flood his ears. he’s in the mall on a shopping spree with you to help you pick out new clothes to spice up your wardrobe. although when you mean by ‘spice up’, he doesn’t expect to see you in lace lingerie at the fitting rooms. “so, uh… what do you think?”

he has speculations on whether you may have a hidden agenda to seduce him or just trying it out for fun. but all he do is marvel at how the lingerie fits nicely on your body, making you nervous. an idea pops into his head and whispers into the shell of your ear. “not sure. why don’t you buy and put it on tonight for me so i can see it better, hm?”

nagi seishiro. bulge kink, cockwarming, size difference (reader is implied to be smaller), somnophilia, spooning

warm is his favorite sensation when he’s curled up with you in bed. his chest is on your back and his left arm hugs your corresponding side while the other engulfs your right hand. his cock throbs inside you which can be seen poking your stomach, making him curse and groan as he places his hand there. the feeling is delicious, addicting even, and he’s hungry for more.

he pants against your neck as he lazily thrusts against your ass, the outline of the bulge moving up and down from what he can feel on his hand. so good, he chokes out in your ear, followed by a string of fucks and moans. that manages to wake you up, having you grab on the sheets from being overwhelmed by the pleasure from behind.

“sei…” his impatience causes your breath to hitch. at that moment you’re losing your damn mind upon his balls coming into contact with your skin. “fill me up…”

as he shushes you to go back to sleep, he kisses the junction of your neck and shoulder and hooks a leg over your waist for better access to pick up the pace to fulfill your wish. “mm, yeah. gonna make you so warm and full of me.”

“hm, sei?” the morning light seeps through the blinds, spotlighting on you who’s sitting up on his bed stretching. for some reason, you press your butt against his groin which is painfully— oh. “um, did you get hard from sleeping with me last night?”

it’s a dream after all. he throws the blanket over his head and turns away from you, refusing to answer as it’ll be bothersome to explain in detail. you dismiss his silence with ‘okay’ and by telling him you have to go to work. when you reach the edge of the bed, he pins you down with his arm around your waist and drags you closer to him.

“stay with me. just a bit longer.” you cave into his whims, deciding to indulge him during then by pulling your pants down to take his huge length. it somehow knocks you out, and he hopes that you’ll forgive him for making you late. but you’re so warm and so good, just like in his dreams.

vera. ayo, finally i posted something. it’s my first time writing smut and i died inside. as expected: it’s 10% smut, 90% cringe. the top 6 has me in a chokehold and i’m not okay.

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milaisreading · 10 months

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Toddler manager said bad word and everyone get insane because they will absolutely choke the one who make her said that word. Pls

Author: hope u find the way I wrote this alright! Thank you for the request and for reading🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

"I am just saying..." Aryu started off dramatically as Barou rolled his eyes, along with Rin.

"It's my turn to play with her." The long haired boy finished, moving the 2-year old (Y/n) out of their reach.

"Aryu, put her down. You know very well its my turn." Rin glared.

"Since when? You played with her for 2 hours yesterday, it's my turn." Barou interjected. (Y/n) kept silent as she focused her attention on Tokimitsu, who was playing peekaboo with her.

"I am here, and then I am not." The boy laughed as she clapped her hands while smiling.

"Shouldn't I be the one to play with her now?" Nagi looked up from his food.

"Play? You will probably fall asleep and forget she is there." Niko rolled his eyes.

"Aryu, we are teammates, so we should share the playtime-"

"No." The long haired boy said, glaring at Barou and Niko for even suggesting that.

Snuffy and Chris were laughing at their antics from a few tables away, while Noa was disciplining Kaiser and Isagi, who got into an argument.

"Where did Lavinho go?" Loki wondered, keeping an eye on Karasu and Rin, just in case they started an argument.

"Lavinho went to get Hayate and Miroku, we have to practice." Otoya grumbled, a little bummed that he can't take (Y/n) with him.

"I still think kidnapping-"

"No, Bachira." Snuffy cut him off.

"Shouldn't we give her something to eat before you play with her, Aryu?" Yukimiya suggested.

"Yep! I will go and ask Teieri-san if she knows where the baby food is." Hiori volunteered. Kurona said nothing as he showed his teeth to (Y/n) again, who was clapping and laughing at them. Meanwhile Gagamaru was patting her head a little.

"Don't destroy her glamorous hair." Aryu warned.

"Calm down, Aryu." Chigiri added from another table.

"It's really calm today with them." Chris commented to Snuffy.

"Let's hope it stays that way." Noa sighed as him and Loki approached their table.

"I feel like we don't have to worry about much today." Snuffy smiled, taking his glass of water.

While the coaches were talking, Hiori came back with the food and walked over to where (Y/n) and the rest were.

"Ah! You found it!" Isagi exclaimed as him and Kaiser approached the table.

"Great, I will feed her then." The blonde said, earning protests from the rest.

"You will drop her on her head." Rin rolled his eyes.

"Let me do it instead." Barou said.

"I will do it! I will do it!" Kurona's words were heard.

"I-I can do it too, you know." Tokimitsu said, trying to take (Y/n) out of Aryu's hold.

Kunigami rolled his eyes and looked at the child-sized manager for a moment.

"Just feed her. She is probably too hungry to care who does it, right?" Kunigami asked, smiling down at (Y/n). There was a short silence as the girl blinked up at Kunigami, and while watching them, Noa felt like a headache will hit him soon.

"Fuck..." The tiny girl said, causing the boys to either gasp or make a double take at her.

"What?!" Rin yelled.

"Fu...ck...." The girl looked at Rin, confused with his reaction.

"No! Bad word, (Y/n)!" Chris yelled, running over to the group as Snuffy started chocking on his water.

"I knew something would happen." Noa said as Loki tried to calm the Italian coach down.

"Give her to me." Chris said, taking (Y/n) out of Aryu's hold, looking at the girl like a heartbroken man.

"No, (Y/n)! Bad word! You can't say that!" Chris scolded her lightly.

"Fuck!" She repeated, laughing as Chris's face turned red in anger. Noa walked over to Chris and took (Y/n) out of his arms, knowing that he is about to blow up at the Blue Lock team.

"Fuck!" (Y/n) kept on repeating as Loki and Snuffy walked over to Noa.

"Shhhh!" Loki told her, shaking a little as he saw the pissed off look on Chris.

"Where did you learn that word now, little lady?" Snuffy raised his eyebrow, patting her head as Noa kept his attention on Chris.

"Hold it!" The Frenchman said, stopping the Welsh coach as he was about to yell.

"Th-thank you, Noa-san-" Reo started, but was cut off by the same man.

"No, not that. Snuffy, cover up her ears." The Italian caught onto what was going on and covered (Y/n)'s ears up. She blinked a few times and started giggling at him.

"Alright." Noa gave a nod of approval, ignoring the betrayed looks his team was sending him.

"You little brats!!! I will make you run 300 laps for this!!!" The blonde said, causing even the least emotional members to shake in fear.

"Karasu, Rin, what did you two do? Spit it out." Loki smiled at the two, who now started to stutter.

"We didn't do anything!" Karasu yelled, face paling from Loki's glare.

"I would never curse in front of her!" Rin added in.

"Don't yell, you two." Loki warned.

"S-sorry." The two stuttered.

"What about Tokimitsu?! Why are we the only ones accused of teaching her that?!" Karasu said, pointing at the nervous boy.

"M-me?! I swear I didn't do anything!" Tokimitsu said, looking at Loki. The French coach raised his eyebrow and looked back at Karasu.

"Seriously?"

"Niko, Aryu, Barou." The three Ubers members tensed up and looked at Snuffy, immediately aware of what was going on now.

"Hold on! I did nothing! I always keep my bad words to myself when (Y/n) is around!" Barou yelled at the coach.

"Cursing isn't glamorous, Snuffy-san." Aryu said, flipping his hair, earning a few claps from Tokimitsu.

"For legal reasons, I can't curse." Niko said simply as Snuffy massaged his temple. (Y/n) laughed at the man and stretched her arms out, demanding from the man to take her, which he ended up doing.

"See, this is why boys are stupid, little lady." Snuffy said slowly, sending side glares at the three boys.

"Isagi, Kunigami, Kaiser, Gagamaru, Yukimiya, Hiori, Kurona." The boys tensed and looked at the oddly calm Noa. The man was looking his normal calm and collected self, but his eyes shined in pure rage.

"We didn't do it!!" Isagi immediately protested.

"I never curse in front of (Y/n) when she is her normal age, why would I do it now?" Yukimiya added in.

"Me neither! I swear!" Hiori and Kunigami defended themselves, a little terrified of the older man.

"The only things I talk with (Y/n) about are the things I see in the woods." Gagamaru answered timidly.

"Neither did I teach her that. I don't curse. Kaiser, you have been awfully quiet, though." Kurona said, now all the attention being on the blonde.

"Hold it! I didn't say this either!" The German defended. Chigiri, Reo, and Nagi looked at each other and then at the clearly pissed off Chris.

"Before you start. It wasn't me." Nagi blinked.

"No curse words left my mouth either." Reo followed.

"A negative from me, too." Chigiri yawned.

While they were arguing, the door to the lunch room opened and inside walked Ness, Lavinho, and Lorenzo, looking at the chaos in confusion.

"What is going on?" Ness muttered, walking to the German team.

"Ome of your teammates taught (Y/n) how to curse." Noa said, earning protests from them.

"Or was it you, Ness?" The Frenchman glared at the magenta-eyed boy.

"No, I would never swear in front of a girl." Ness quickly added, a little worried. He never saw Noa this mad.

(Y/n) had now turned her attention to Lavinho and laughed, pointing at him.

"Fuck! Fuck!" She started, while pointing at the Brazilian. Chris was heard shrieking at that and Ness fainted from the shock.

"So it was you, Lavinho?!" Bachira and Otoya yelled, shocked that their own coach taught (Y/n) that word. The Brazilian chuckled a little, angering the coaches more.

"Well, she catches on quickly." He joked.

"Don't make jokes!"

"This isn't funny!"

"My poor child!"

Lavinho rolled his eyes at Noa, Loki, and Chris's words.

"You guys are being dramatic."

"Shut up!"

Snuffy sighed and called Lorenzo over.

"Watch over her while we hash this out."

Snuffy instructed the younger as (Y/n) jumped into his arms, hugging Lorenzo tightly.

"Sure thing. Come on, I think we should put you to sleep. It's past noon." Lorenzo said, holding (Y/n) tightly as he walked out of the lunch room, leaving Lavinho at the mercy of the pissed off coaches and Blue Lock team.

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babeeangel · 1 year

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a toxic side of your relationship.

because every fairytale has its flaws ~

angsty short texts (<100w\character). Part 2 with more characters upcoming (you can comment for someone specific)

Isagi Yoichi, Reo Mikage, Itsohi Rin, Shidou Ryuusei, Itoshi Sae, Meguru Bachira, Otoya Eita, Michael Kaiser, Rensuke Kunigami.

[pt 2 includes: lorenzo, nagi, barou, yukimiya, karasu, ness] [pt3 includes: aiku, niko, hiori, chigiri, kurona]

Isagi coddles you too much. He feeds in your delusions, mostly by accident, because he apprehends the awkward moment where he breaks you from within. He keeps the harsh truth unbeknownst to you, he wrongfully thinks white lies are for the best. Sometimes reality hits anyways, and someone tells you with authenticity what's wrong with you. It hurts harder, because you’ve always had these extraneous walls protecting you.

Reo thinks materialistic love can make up for anything. He makes mistakes, just like everyone does, but he never really apologizes. He just sends you an impersonal gift, thinking it’ll make you forget.

He’s not always as present as you’d like him to be, but he defends himself saying he provides everything you could wish for. Except sometimes love cannot be touched.

Rin doesn’t realize he has an impact on you. He’s so focused on himself, he forgets his harsh words or dirty looks mean something to others. It’s like he forgets interactions go beyond time. He doesn't understand why get so caught up over something he did. “Why does he matters to you that much ?” He won’t accept that he is now part of someone else’s everyday life.

Shidou pushes your buttons on purpose. When you fight, he does and says exactly what he knows will make you out of your mind. He considers that the one that gets the loudest ‘lost’, so he will make it happen. That’s also his way of taking out his anger, making you the maddest possible. He will cross lines to make you sad or angry. He doesn't know where to stop, it's kinda immature.

Sae lowers your self-esteem with how better he is than you. You know that he surpasses you at everything, it’s almost ridiculous. Looks, intellect, strength, sociability. You’re just constantly reminded that everyone will love him better. His ego stops him from denying it or comforting you. Deep down, he likes feeling superior.

Bachira can be judgy. He has this look that makes you feel so stupid. When he doesn’t approve of something, you’ll just know. Because he thinks he has the singular right answer for everything. Sometimes you feel like you should not be entirely yourself, because he’ll have something to object to.

Kunigami is not the same in group settings as he is when alone with you. When he’s with his friends, it’s like he changes from a less thoughtful, caring person, to a sneery, detached individual. He probably doesn't do it on purpose, but it makes you feel so dumb and belittled.

Otoya is not as involved as you. He cares so little for your relationship, especially compared to you. He acts detached, is passive and sometimes even has the nerve to refuse plans you offer. If you didn’t do anything, your relationship would probably melt off instantly. It’s like he doesn't value your love to its true significance.

Kaiser gaslights you. He hates arguments and he hates being wrong. So if you even mention the possibility of him fucking up, he will completely turn it around to make you the bad guy. And if he does apologize, you know it comes with guilt tripping and unfulfilled promises. It’s like he cannot admit his mistakes, but on top of that, he blames it on you.

A\N: thought of this because i want my Isagi person who will always agree with me even when i'm wrong~ Unrealistic tho, ik

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saekkas · 1 year

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𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍

summary: in which you go camping with the blue lock boys whilst having to deal with their shenanigans and your own feelings towards them.

includes: isagi, nagi, reo, yukimiya, rin, sae, kunigami, kaiser, karasu, bachira, aiku.

notes: i had to take a break halfway into writing the second scenario. my heart couldn't take it.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐘 and uses it to his advantage! is the type to forget packing his tent and sleeping bag (intentional or not? remains to be seen) but makes up for it by being super sweet and a complete gentleman.

isagi, reo, yukimiya.

"hey, here let me help carry that!"

"no. it's okay, i can-"

your words fall into deaf ears as he snatches the twigs and branches away from your hand. you watch with an exasperated sigh as he holds them in his left, his right holding fishing equipment that includes rods, nets, and bait. he's swaying on his feet, trying his best not to slip on the muddy landscape as it's just rained, and you hide a smile from his very sweet antics.

"you're going to fall if you keep this up."

the air is breezy, wind picking up the small leaves on the ground. small droplets of rain fall from high treetops as the birds start chirping, and the forest seemingly comes alive. looking at the sky above, you marvel at its colors, watching as the sun starts to set, leaving hues of orange, purple, and blue as its parting gift for the world.

up ahead is your campsite, one you've built just hours ago. it isn't much, built by two amateurs intent on spending a night away from the hustle-and-bustle of the city life. the wind blows against your face as you take in your little haven for the night: a medium sized tent that can fit up to three people decorated with fairy lights, and two foldable chairs sit upfront.

"no worries, i can do it. we're close anyway."

your eyes move to take him in, hair damp for the natural shower with beads of sweat rolling down the side of his head. he looks like a mess, breathtakingly so.

he sends you a blinding grin followed by a thumbs up as he surveys the pathway of stones you'll both have to climb to reach your designated spot. "oh man," he groans, swiping a hand across his forehead, "why did we set camp so far up?"

"because we want to be in a place far away from the bears and foxes?" you chuckle, using the same exact words he said only hours ago before sending him a look. "you wouldn't be so tired if you'd just let me help. c'mon. let me carry the fish, at least."

"the fish are slimy and they squirm a lot." he raises an eyebrow at your request, shaking his head with a frown. "you might fall."

"then let me hold onto the equipment. they aren't slimy and they don't move."

"yeah but they're long. you might trip over them."

"let me hold the firewood then," you offer with a hopeful smile, "they're still, they aren't slimy, and they fit right into my hands."

"you might poke an eye out if you hold onto them."

he's been like this the whole day. it started in the morning when you were just about to leave for the trip. at first, it was the little things. he offered to help carry things like snacks, luggage, or the portable stove. it got worse when you arrived. he insisted on doing every single thing, from setting up the tent to unloading the things from the car, refusing any of your help. he even offered to carry you when it started raining, not wanting you to get wet.

"okay. that's enough." the wind picks up and it's silent for a few moments until another light shower hits. you cross your hands in front of your chest, huffing as a strand falls onto your face. "either you let me help or we stay here under the rain until tomorrow."

he says your name with a shy mutter, quickly glancing over at your expression to determine whether you're being serious. "i- just don't want you to get hurt?" the answer comes out as more of a question and he winces at his own nervousness.

his eyes flicker back to yours for a second before he sighs, walking over to hand you the fishing equipment. "there," he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck. "we should go before you catch a cold."

"before we catch a cold," you correct, holding out a hand for him to hold.

"before we catch a cold," he mimics your words with a slight laugh, taking your hand before starting to climb the pathway. he mumbles be careful and watch your step, don't want you to slip several times as he keeps his eye on you the whole way back. when you finally reach the top, he tugs you into him to press a small kiss on your forehead.

"good job," he smiles shyly before he all but runs into the tent. "hurry up! before you catch a cold."

you dash under the tent and into his waiting arms with a mad grin.

"so what's with the princess treatment?" you ask with a quirked eyebrow as you pat yourself dry with a towel. "not that i mind but it's more than what i'm used to."

"ah. well. i just didn't want you hurting yourself," he says with a blush creeping up his neck as he runs a hand through his slightly wet hair. "and i- i still feel bad for this morning."

taking in his words, you fidget in your spot as butterflies start to flap in your belly, your heart warming from his intentions. "wait. this morning?" you ask with a tilt of your head, a curious expression your face. "what- oh! the sleeping bags, you mean?"

"yes." the blush intensifies further, crawling up his cheeks. "i still feel bad for forgetting my sleeping bag."

"well, i told you that i don't mind sharing mine." you shrug your shoulders, punching his shoulder playfully. "it isn't like we haven't slept in the same bed before."

"the last time we slept on the same bed was 10 years ago. in 3rd grade," he deadpans with a wince before turning around to face the opposite side of the tent.

you watch as he strips off his shirt, your eyes trailing down his bare back. he doesn't seem to notice, intent on changing into a fresh set of clothes. "well hey, who knows?" you add with a cheeky smile as you tease, "maybe you did it on purpose so that you can sleep with me again."

he groans, his blush threatening to envelop his whole face. "you're horrible. i told you, it was an accident. i left it by the door because i was in a rush to leave," he pouts.

"okay. i believe you." you giggle at him, watching with soft eyes as he zips up the tent, lighting the fairy lights surrounding the inside of your tent. "i'm just saying that i don't mind either way."

you listen to the sounds of nature, the soft chirping of crickets and the howls of the wind. you listen to the rustle of fabric as he prepares the sleeping bag. and you sigh, flustering as the thought of spending a night in the same sleeping bag as your childhood best friend and crush finally dawns on you.

"it's ready. do you want to slip in first?" he asks as he finally finishes dismantling the fabric, nodding at you with a shy smile. "it'll be a tight fit, though. are you sure-"

"yes." you cut him off as you shuffle into the sleeping bag, pinning him in place with your eyes. "i told you. i don't want you to freeze in your sleep, so please get into the bag with me and shut up."

"okay. okay," he chuckles as he raises his hands as a sign of surrender. "who knew you could be so bossy?"

you bite your lip and do your best to help him fit in by wrapping your hands around yourself. a minute later, he's in the sleeping bag with you, his arms and legs bent into awkward positions because of the tight fit.

"hold on," he mumbles as he starts to squirm around. "let me try something."

your heart is beating out of your chest at his proximity, your face warm as he finally settles into a position. he places his chin on your head, his hum reverberating through you. one of his hands lays itself under his head, the other on his hip. you close your eyes, trying to control your heart rate as he slots his feet with yours.

don't be nervous, he's just your childhood friend. your childhood best friend. he doesn't think of you as anything else. stop making this so weird.

"is this okay?"

you don't have the courage to see his face, blindly nodding against his chest. your heart lurches out of your chest, butterflies breaking out into a frenzy as he then wraps a hand around your waist timidly.

"you can tell me if it's not," he mumbles from on top your head, his thumb gently stroking the exposed skin of your hip. "i'll move if.. it's too much."

"no," you answer into his chest, slowly leaning in to press yourself into his warmth as the stiffness bleeds off your limbs. all traces of uncertainty and embarrassment fly out of your brain when he kisses the top of your head. "it's.. perfect. you're very warm."

"i am?" you feel his chest rumble underneath your hands. you feel his breathy laugh against your head. you feel his lips touch your forehead, your eyes closing at the intimacy of the moment. "we won't freeze in our sleep then."

"we won't."

he feels you nod against his chest, your hand gripping the material of his shirt. he stiffens for a moment when one of your hands move to his head, patting and playing with his hair.

he looks down at you, meeting your eyes.

"hi," he smiles shyly.

"hi," you giggle back, entranced by the soft hue reflecting off his face from the fairy lights. you watch as he slowly closes his eyes, leaning down before stopping just inches from your lips. giving you the option to sink or swim.

emboldened by his action, you lean in to reciprocate the kiss.

you both spend the night asleep in each other's arms, waking up the next morning with shy smiles, intertwined hands, and matching bedheads.

𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 but seems like the complete opposite. he looks bored out of his mind to even be participating, probably the type to have an emotionless expression the whole way through. grunts and sighs when asked to join any of the activities. don't be fooled though, he'd do anything just to spend a second alone with you.

RIN, sae, kunigami, nagi.

"thank you for the food!"

cheers ring out in the dining room of the villa, clinking glasses and plates heard throughout. meant as a friendly gathering, you watch with vivid amusement as the group of boys start to dig into their food.

"who knew they were such slobs." you look to your left as he scoffs the words, his eyes filled with poorly disguised annoyance. he ignores your curious eyes, instead choosing to focus on his own plate filled with baby back ribs, mashed potatoes, and grilled corn. "what?" he asks with a muted expression, boredom lacing his features. "do i have something on my face?"

"not at all," you laugh nervously with a shake of your head. internally, you're kicking yourself for staring too long. "was just curious about what you said."

he nods his head, picking up a fork to scoop the mashed potatoes into his mouth. there's a minutely silence, one you fill by eating your own share of food, still watching him from the corner of your eye. he's been nothing but quiet from the start, and you wonder if he's glad that the trip's coming to an end.

"do you have plans for the rest of the night?" you ask, nibbling at the cob. you hum in delight when the sweetness of the corn melts in your mouth.

he snorts at your happy expression, a shadow of a smile appearing on his face. "no," he answers bluntly, his bangs falling into his eyes as he shakes his head. "was planning to head in early."

"but they were planning on lighting the fireworks," you put down your corn, looking at him with a frown. "aren't you going to join? it's our last night here, after all."

he eyes the stray piece of corn in the corner of your lips, his hand itching by his side to swipe it off. "no." he angles his body away from you, stretching across the table to take two glasses of guava juice before he sits back down, placing one in front of you. "not a fan of explosions, you?"

"thank you." your chest warms at his gesture, smiling to show him your gratitude. you take the glass into your hand, lifting it to take a gulp. "me neither. i'm sitting out on this one."

you feel the pinpricks of his stare on the side of your face as you savor the flavor of the fruit. the ice cubes clink against your teeth, and you shiver at the coldness they spread through your body. gulping it down, you lick your lips at the sweetness of the fruit.

"wait," he calls your name in a low tone, and you look to him at the sound. your eyes widen when he leans in, his face right in front of yours, as he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip. your hand clenches into the seat below, trying to ground yourself as he slowly retreats, his eyes on your lips the entire time.

your eyes stray to his lips in return, only to flick up into his eyes. you see them fill with amusement and his lips spread into a small smirk. biting your bottom lip, you watch as he brings his thumb, the one that was just on your lips, into his mouth, tongue peeking out to lick the digit.

"you listening?" you break out of your stupor as he smiles slyly, his eyes glinting. his voice is low, and you feel a shiver run down as it caresses your heart, holding it in his palms with a tight grip, never intending to let go. "you went somewhere there. mind telling me what's on your mind?"

"sorry. i- i was just thinking about how good the food is," you stutter, your eyes locked onto his as the others fade away into a blur. "don't you agree?" you laugh nervously, pinching yourself when his eyes stray to your lips once more. "you were saying?"

"are you planning on sleeping after this?" he repeats himself, slowly turning back to his food with that godawful smirk still on his lips. "or were you thinking of doing something else?"

"i was going to stargaze. the sky should be clear since we're far away from the city." you place a hand on your thigh, pinching the skin, doing anything to stop your heart from beating so fast. you look away from him, trying to shake his gaze and previous words out of your head.

i think i'm going mad is the first thing you think to yourself as the night air blows in your face. it's chilly, yet comforting, guiding you deeper into its embrace. the sky is clear, a dark blue sea dotted with thousands of glimmering stars, twinkling as if saying hello. the ground of the roof you sit on is cold, sending goosebumps across the exposed skin of your legs.

"ah. should've brought a jacket." you sniff, the wind biting at your cheeks but there's a smile on your lips. one of content and happiness. "i'll miss this when we leave," you whisper into the night, tucking your feet into your chest and leaning your head on them.

"i'll miss this too." the sound of his voice startles you, and you look over your shoulder at his approaching frame. you take in the way he walks with his hands in his pockets, a warm, oversized jacket on his back. he nods his head in greeting before he sits himself next to you.

it's quiet for a few seconds and you can't bring yourself to look his way, his previous stunt and words still playing in your head like a broken radio. there's a sound of rustling before he places his sweater on your head. "hey!" you complain, still not looking at him as you take the jacket and cradle it into your chest. "i thought you were going to sleep."

"changed my mind." his reply is simple, short, and you think nothing of it until he adds in, "wanted to spend it with you."

squealing on the inside, you chuck the fabric at his face, which he evades with an amused glint in his eyes. he takes it from the floor, gently brushing off the dust before placing it around your shoulder. like a warm embrace.

you look at him, trying to ignore the heavy fabric on your shoulders that smells and feels exactly like he would.

he offers no explanation, his lips sealed shut as he takes in the view. the silence is calming, like a cup of hot chocolate after playing all day in the snow. it isn't long after that his hand comes to intertwine with yours, tugging you onto his lap like it's nothing. you feel him sigh into your neck, breathing in your scent. he places a soft kiss on your cheek, whispering three words that calls for your heart to do the same.

it feels like coming home.

𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒. has watched every summer rom com, which he forces you to watch along with him, and is desperate to at least recreate one scene from the classics. thinks that the best friends-to-lovers trope is the best one and is dying to make it happen in his own life.

kaiser, karasu, bachira, aiku.

there's nothing like feeling the air in your hair, the glide of water on your skin, and the smoothness of jagged rocks on the soles of your feet. a water gun is in your hands, and your chest heaves in exertion as you hide behind the bark of an old oak tree. you push your hair out of your face, annoyed by the looseness of your once tight bun, and listen to the pitter patter of feet against water.

"gotcha!" he practically yells as he throws multiple water filled balloons at you, most of them breaking against the tree. "you're horrible at this."

"i am not!" you giggle to match his laughs, running from your hiding spot with your gun pointed at his face. you take aim and smile in satisfaction when it hits straight on, laughing as his grumbles about water getting into his nose. "you're the one horrible at it. i win."

you walk towards him, face smug, with your gun pointed towards his chest. "ready to give up, criminal?"

"criminal, eh?" he asks with his hands raised in surrender, a twinkle in his eye that has you suspicious. you stand your ground, staring as he steps forward to press his chest to the muzzle of your gun. "guess that makes you the goody-two-shoes cop then?"

"it makes me the winner," you say with a raised eyebrow, eyes following the motion of his hand when it swoops down to caress your face. "what are you doing?"

the water from his hand drops onto your cheek and wets your hair as he swipes a fallen strand onto the back of your ear. a droplet slides onto your neck, running down the side of your body, and you shiver as he follows the motion with an unreadable expression on his face.

"sorry got distracted there for a sec." his grin appears just as fast as it disappeared, his eyes trailing down your body as he moves his hand to your hips, squeezing the fat around it. "you're pretty wet already, baby, and i haven't even done anything."

it takes you a minute to process his words. between the hand on your hip, drawing little hearts into your skin, and his pretty eyes, you're swept off to a place far away. at the same time, the wind sweeps down to envelop you both, caressing your bodies with a gentle kiss. if you close your eyes, you could imagine it was his.

"enjoying the view so much you can't speak, hm?" he looks at you with half-lidded eyes, and you watch them trail down from your eyes, down to your nose, and finally onto your lips. "can't blame you. mine's pretty good too." he leans in, eyes closing just a fraction, intent on making this the best moment of your life.

too bad something slimy makes its way past your foot, causing you to screech and jump towards him.

"hey! hey! woah!" the position you landed in isn't ideal. your legs are spread above his hips, making room for his body under yours. your faces are just inches apart, nose touching, and breath mingling with one another. "you okay?"

his hands are back on your hips, this time grounding as he wraps it around your waist. his eyes are filled with concern, his hair as wet as the rest of him is. he surveys your face, looking for signs of panic in your wide eyes. he sends you a sweet smile at last, one of his hands moving to rub gently against your back.

"it's okay. you're okay. you're with me." he lets you rest in the crook of his neck, stroking the back of your head. you can feel his heart beating through his chest, the organ racing against your palm. he tugs you back to meet his eyes, a hand cupping your cheek, as he looks you in the eyes. "that's it. that's better."

the stream is gentle under you. small fish swimming in pods start to gather near your bodies, curious of the two humans interrupting their peace. your body molds with his, your heart screaming to lean in and press a kiss.

"sorry," you mumble as you correct your stance, leaning back to straddle his thighs so he wouldn't be half submerged in water. his hand falls from your back, going back to its original position on your waist.

"it's fine." he brushes away with a chuckle, leaning back on his elbows as he looks at you. his heart is still beating irregularly fast, more so at the sight of you practically on his lap, the sun's halo against your head. you look like you're an angel. his angel.

your eyes go from his hand onto his face, your hand sliding up his chest to sweep away the water splashed onto his face. "you okay?" his silence bothers you, your expression turning into one of worry. "are you hurt?"

"not at all." he watches as you push off him, standing on your own feet. the warmth you exuded disappears with you, as if washed away by the stream, and he has to bite back a frown. this better not be what friend-zone feels like. "it feels nice to have you worry about me, though~"

he watches you roll your eyes with a tender expression. he eyes you, trying to sear this moment into his mind. his eyes linger before they catch onto the pine tree behind you, nervousness sparking as an idea comes to him.

"come with me." he doesn't give you time to react, hurriedly taking your wrist in his hand, and running towards the tree. he laughs when you shout in surprise. "just trust me!"

you're both panting when you reach it, the oak tree you hid behind just minutes ago. you turn your head, surprised at the distance you've covered from the start of the game. "okay," you say as you pant, hands on your knees. "tell me what you're up to or i'm dunking you in the water again."

"oh. so that was on purpose." a sweet grin appears on his face, his eyes misted over with a lovestruck haze. "and to think-" he stops when you pinch his cheek, laughing at the pout on your face. he misses the feeling of your hand when you turn away seconds later.

the tree stands by the waterline, tall and imposing, a testament to its age. you watch as he picks up a random rock, whistling as he starts to carve something onto the bark. you approach, gently leaning over his shoulder to see what he's made.

it's your initials. surrounded by a poorly drawn heart.

the sight has you giggling, shaking your head at his childish ways. "one of the scenes from your rom coms?" you ask, as you face him with your head still on his shoulder. you watch as the red gathers at his cheeks, his eyes fluttering at your close proximity. "ticked another off the list, then."

"not yet." he tries his best to remain nonchalant at your gaze, shrugging his one shoulder. "mind if i complete it now?"

"you don't have to as-"

his lips are pillowy and soft, the hand on your nape warm. there's a certain giddiness in his movements as he kisses you, his hand shaking where it's placed on your neck. you don't have the time to comment on it as he pulls away right after, his eyes alight with affection. you're sure you look at him the same way.

"i don't have to ask?" he asks as he strokes his thumb on your cheek, a grin on his lips. "got that."

this time, you chase his lips, shouting when he playfully runs away, "come back here, you thief!"

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