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[ferg0s]

Barou starting a new relationship with a shy girl and how he would go about it

The literal personification of trying to mix oil with water

He was used to everyone looking at him in times of need on the field - he was the king after all - so he didn’t even notice how you would take a step back whenever it came time to ordering food, or any sort of public speaking and interactions.

He naturally took the lead, and you followed suit. Thanking the lord.

He honestly didn’t even notice how shy you were- he just kinda assumed you like hearing him talk. It wasn’t until he passed by an aisle of cute keychains and decided that he wanted to get you one when he realized… he kinda didn’t know anything about you.

I mean he did. He knew your name, your height…. The colour of your eyes…. And hair… and…

“So what do you do?” He asked bluntly as the two of you walked down a park, ice creams in hand. The one he ordered. “What?” “Hobbies? Sports? What do you do in your spare time?” He asked as he looked at you, determined to get an answer. “You know… the usual stuff-“ you awkwardly chuckle. “I don’t know actually.” He was a little shit about it.

But after literally interrogating you for an entire hour, he managed to squeeze out an answer from you. You were completely cornered by him, and you shyly tell him your hobbies. He looks dumbfounded, because to him those are completely normal and healthy hobbies for someone to have. He was starting to think you’re a grave robber by the way you were acting.

Knitting? He will get you the yarn, and parade a scarf you made for him and show all his teammates. Collecting something? He will always be on the lookout for what you like, even going as far as asking his teammates to be on the lookout as well. Video games? He will learn to play your favourite game with you. Cute farming sim? Silent hill? Niche indie game that only 3 people know about? You best bet he will ask for a 4 hour lore deep dive.

Very supportive.

Lwokey will get annoyed at your shyness at one point.

At first he thinks it’s cute, but he’s not the type of person to fully baby anyone, and will force you to order your own meal. He wants the best for you :(

Will say his order and look at you to say yours, watching you stumble on your words as you try to order some fries and a sprite. And will say he’s proud of you after. But doesn’t do it often because he can see the genuine terror in your eyes - only does it even it’s the two of you in line on a slow day.

Slowly learns to accept that you’re passionate in your own way. He’s loud and proud, whereas you like to keep to yourself. In a way he likes that you’re so open with him, that you let him see the stuff you don’t show other people. Thinks it’s adorable.

Will 100% try to make you more comfortable and less shy. You bought a new dress and don’t want to wear it, he will bluntly tell you it looks good and it would be a waste of money not to wear it.

Encourages your fashion choices. Polly pocket platform heels? He loves them. Bold lipstick? He will buy you earring that match. He quietly realized he liked seeing you happy. And you were happiest being yourself.

He’s not a big fan of grossly obvious PDA. Loves holding your hand or when you grab his bicep when you two walk together. You like it because it doesn’t draw unnecessary attention and he likes it cuz you’re always attached next to him and he doesn’t have to worry about actually loosing you. Plus he likes it when you grab his bicep.

Took forever to convince you to come to one of his games. You were too nervous to get into an arena with so many people - said you could come with a group of his teammates girlfriends - but you hated the idea of being with people you didn’t know.

He got really good at spotting you in the crowd. Didn’t matter where you were sitting, he just trained himself to see you. You were too shy to loudly cheer like everyone else, blending into the crowd due to that. But it didn’t matter.

In a weird way. He likes that hes the only one who gets to see you this happy, because hes the same with you. Slowly learning to take his guard down, be more open.

You’re learning to be confident while he’s learning to be trusting.

[tetsunabouquet]

@ferg0s' post about the Wayne family makes me feel like the heavens are convincing me to draw artwork for the 2nd birthday of my fic series Basic Instinct which was earlier this month but I was just so busy on that day that I forgot to do something for it. Remember me saying Fujioka was like Akashi's Alfred Pennyworth and how if Masaomi died, Akashi would be just like Batman and floating in that Wayne money? Yeah, I am totally drawing something involving that and you have this woman to thank. (also, editing me: I forgot to mention how much I love her writing and her The Arrangement series. I recommend you all to check it out)

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MULTIPLE CHARACTERS !!

fic recs, kuroko’s basketball / kuroko no basket

disclaimer— none of the fics are my own works. authors will be credited・if you see any discrepancies please inform me so i can fix it asap・will not link a single profile / masterlist multiple times・all recs originally posted on tumblr unless stated otherwise

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⚠️ — dark content

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first time 🔥・idylliceden

akashi, midorima, murasakibara, aomine, kise, kuroko, himuro

things that make them fall in love with you more ☁️・takatul

takao, aomine, kagami

wearing his jersey 🔥・ferg0s

aomine, akashi, murasakibara, midorima, kise, kuroko

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asking them for a baby ☁️🤭・kleftiko

aomine, murasakibara, takao, kise, akashi, kiyoshi, kuroko, kagami, midorima, kiyoshi

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[ferg0s]

I found is monstrosity after a million screen shots and pictures of notes. Don’t know how to feel

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I'm bored, so I decided to make another tag game

The last image of a fictional character or person you have is who you find amidst a zombie apocalypse

Here's mine:

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Jealous ex boyfriend Aomine. JEALOUS EX BOYFRIEND AOMINE 💳💥💳💥💳💥

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — dealing with jealous ex-boyfriend aomine includes [ ft aomine daiki, profanity, suggestive content, profanity, possessiveness, mean dom!aomine, pro-basketball player aomine, headcanon/drabble format, lower case intended, minors dni! ]

jealous ex boyfriend!aomine who still lurks on your instagram page despite the fact that you two broke up two months ago. the news hitting many gossip websites from tmz to the shaderoom.

jealous ex boyfriend!aomine who clowns any guy that is rumored to be dating you. his publicist and his dearest friend momoi telling him to relax.

jealous ex boyfriend!aomine who makes sure you always have courtside tickets to his home games. occasionally when you wanted to go out, you sat courtside looking pretty as ever while he plays. him being sure to put his all into this game.

jealous ex boyfriend!aomine who fist clench a little tighter when during halftime he sees a player from the team he played talking to right there on courtside. clearly doing it to get under his skin. which you can't help but to glance in aomine's direction as his dark glare seem to burn a hole in your body.

jealous ex boyfriend!aomine who after the game (his team winning after a complete blowout in the last quarters) and post-game interviews, he's being sure to catch up to you. taking in your gorgeous looks from the way your skin glowed, your hair was done, and even down to the name necklace with his name on it it. he can't help but smirk seeing that you were still wrapped around his fingers.

jealous ex boyfriend!aomine who takes comfort in between your thighs. the matching gold chain with your name on it tapping at your plump thighs with each soft kiss on your flowery scented thighs before he's dipping back down to get another taste. his tongue lapping up every ounce of your juices that's oozing out your cunt. his long digits rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.

jealous ex boyfriend!aomine who takes his time making you cum in multiple ways. no matter if it's fingering you until you're seeing stars or shoving his cock in you to push you into a toe-curling orgasm. he wants you to remember him just before you two part ways for good.

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[lamnwar]

omgomg i literally have had knb brainrot for like a month and i cant get this scene out of my head. so yn accidentally went into the boys sauna and kiyoshi and hyuga were there. they were curious but then yn started playing w herself, and when they were abt to call her out, she m0aned their names and boom smut😮‍💨 or honestly any duo that you feel comfortable with!! and like a short fic form would be good plss🥺

First I wanna preface by saying I saw a request like that done by @ferg0s (loved it btw <3) so if there is similar stuff, it's unintentional 😗

Also bold of you to assume that I would EVER refuse to write a threesome with Daddy Hyuga and the loml Kiyoshi 😩 writing this >>> like it's legit longer than expected because I got that carried away lmao thanks for the request honey 💕

Up to Expectations // Hyuga Junpei x Fem!Reader x Kiyoshi Teppei

MDNI 18+

Context: it isn't really your fault that you've got into the men's bath, and it isn't really your fault that you've got caught by two of your teammates in a compromising position. All characters are aged up (early 20s).

Warnings: wheeeew it is basical smut with a plot so hmm yeah 😩 female masturbation, ig voyeurism in some ways?, threesome, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), reader swallows oops, vaginal sex (unprotected), creampie, reader being called "pretty" by Hyuga and Kiyoshi and "honey" once by Kiyoshi, reader calls Hyuga "captain" I had to, Kiyoshi being a tease because yes, slight praise kink too- that's probably the nastiest thing I ever wrote lmao 🧎🏾‍♀️

You may not be the one on the court, or the one coming up with strategies for all the different games, but boy is it tiring to be the manager of one of the best basketball teams in the country. You are required to keep up with everything – from gathering data on the players and adversaries to making sure that their new uniforms are getting delivered in time. So obviously, when your team just went through all the final phases of the championship within the short span of 2 weeks, you are exhausted, to say the least. But your boys and your coach? They’re barely alive right now. As a last effort as a manager, you’ve decided to book a trip to the hot springs, figuring out that it can only do you good to soak in hot water for a couple of hours, letting out all tensions.

What you haven’t figured out, although you’re generally rather sharp, is that the hot springs can also create some tension. To be fair, the actual situation you are in is rather unpredictable. In appearance, everything seemed normal. Two baths, one for the men, one for the women, separated by a bamboo wall. Except that the bamboo wall isn’t a separation between the men and women section, but rather a separation between the two baths of the men section. And to make thing worse, the wall has a hole in it, merely hidden by an excuse of a bush. You’ve come to take notice of it when you’ve simply looked on your left, and faced the naked butt of one of the players; and right after, you’ve seen these familiar faces, who thankfully haven’t seen you.

“Well, if that ain’t my lucky day” you sigh to yourself.

Unless you move, they might not realize that you’re here, so all you have to do is stay in place. The issue is, they clearly aren’t planning on hiding anything – why would they, they’re amongst themselves. See, the thing is you are used to see them walking around half naked in the locker room. But butt ass naked? Never. At first, you keep your cool, really thinking that you can stay hidden before they leave and you won’t feel tempted to sneak a peek.

Then comes a time though, where you really can’t help but look. Especially when the senior players you’ve known for years are the last people left in the men’s bath. You can’t lie to yourself, knowing them for so long, there are a couple of occurrences when they’ve occupied some of your bedtime fantasies. And now that you get a glimpse of what they truly have, you can’t help but remembering these fantasies. They’re up to your expectations, beautiful bodies that they carry with such confidence – and you would to, if you had what they have. The few sighs that you’ve caught of their satisfied faces, wet bodies, and the outline of their spread legs underwater are intoxicating. All your thoughts are occupied by these images that you’ve caught in the sickest way. The warmth between your legs isn’t caused by the hot water, and it becomes harder to resist the urge to slip your hand between your legs and play with yourself.

It really can’t be help, you think to yourself when your fingers graze your labia, teasing yourself, while your other hand cups your breast.

As long as you don’t get caught, you aren’t doing anything wrong, you repeat to yourself while you’re circling your clitoris.

It’s they’re fault, for being so hot, you assure yourself when muffled gasps come out of your mouth and you whisper to yourself the namesl of your players.

“Are you having fun there?”

Kiyoshi Teppei. Certainly the senior player you’ve fantasized about the most. Hidden behind his looks of gentle giant, he hides the body of an Adonis, and when you see his sheer strength on the court, you can’t help but imagine how easily he can wreck you. Hearing his voice this time, however, might be the most frightening thing ever. You slowly turn your head towards the hole in the bamboo wall, meeting his gentle eyes. They lay directly on you, and you are too stunned to move.

“Who are you talking to, Kiyoshi?”

Hyuga Junpei, your team captain, and the guy who makes you weak every time he talks to you. His naturally commanding voice is what gets you every time; something about his words sounding like commands almost had you reply with a “yes daddy” once. You see his face peeking through the hole next to the brunette, a surprised “oh” coming out his lips. Your head’s empty, but you still try to make up an excuse to why you are here.

“I... I got into the wrong section and I didn’t know what to do, so I stayed and I figured-“

“As long as no one catches you, you’re fine” you are interrupted by Kiyoshi. “But you haven’t answered me yet, are you having fun?”

You are not sure what to respond, and you don’t have time to either as Hyuga answers in your place.

“Don’t be stupid Kiyoshi, she definitely is” he points at your hand placement and you quickly realize that your hand is still between your legs, and they’re is no way in which you can lie yourself out of this situation.

“Did we do that to you, pretty? Have you been peeping at us all this time and got all hot and bothered?”

Kiyoshi’s voice is as soft as usual, but his words still sound mean. You aren’t stupid, you know that he is teasing you and you cannot excuse the embarrassment you’ve brought to yourself, so you figure you should lift your hand from its place between your folds.

“Keep them here” Hyuga’s voice resonates.

You immediately obey, part of you wondering why so – is it because you feel like you have no right to stop your filthy activity now that you’ve got caught, or is it because you are somehow turned on by the words of your captain?

“Go on, show us what you were doing while thinking about us.”

You gulp, hesitatingly spreading your legs wider as the clear water let them see the shape of your cunt, while your delicate fingers tease your lips slowly, uncovering your throbbing clit.

“Aw, I’ve always known you love us that much” Kiyoshi laughs softly. “Have you been fantasizing about one of us or...?”

“The two of you” you reply shyly.

Hyuga raises his eyebrow at your answer, intrigued yet rather interested by it.

“And would you like us to do the things you’ve imagined to you?” he asks.

Instead of words, a needy whimper escapes your lips. You are ashamed, but on the moment, it can’t be help. Despite the embarrassment of being caught, you are given the opportunity to bring to life what you’ve always wanted and all things considered, you’d be a fool to refuse such opportunity.

“Don’t move, we’re coming to you.”

And effectively, you don’t move at all, partly because you can’t believe that what is happening is real, partly because you cannot go against Hyuga’s words no matter what. The seconds it takes for them to join you seem like eternity, but when their giant frames appear in your sight, you are left speechless. Seeing their naked glistening bodies in front of you, your fingers reprise their previous activity between your legs almost by reflex. What else can you do, anyways, seeing two hot guys like that standing in front of you, flaunting their gorgeous dicks, all for you?

“Look at her, Kiyoshi, she really can’t help herself” a sigh escapes Hyuga’s lips as he enters the water.

“Come on, let’s make this a group activity.”

You watch the tall brunette with much envy, practically begging him with your puppy eyes to touch you. It’s almost as he reads your mind the moment he comes closer, the nicest smile on his face – although his actions are far from nice. The force with which he pushes your hand away from your pussy and sit your body on the edge of the bath is not comparable to anything you’ve imagined in your dirtiest dreams. What is up to your expectations, however, is how much you love him manhandling you. You are at the mercy of these big hands, when he spread your legs and stand back, nudging his teammate in his ribs.

“Hey, Hyuga, doesn’t she look delicious?”

“She sure does. Who’s getting a taste first?”

They both shrug at each other, seemingly incapable of deciding who gets to touch you, eat you out first. This situation is torture – if it was up to you, you’d have both of their heads between your legs.

“I’ll have both of you in whatever way you want” you let out when they turn to you, expecting you to decide who gets you first.

They both look at each other, smiling.

“Is that so?”

You nod eagerly, and their grins widen. You look at them, impatiently waiting for anyone, just one of them, to lay any part of their body against you. Your legs are shaking, the hands you’ve set at your side struggling not to snake back to your cunt and appease that painful knot in your lower stomach.

“Then, who do you want first?”

This question is the worst thing to you. Between the one you want to absolutely rail you, and the one that could get you on your knees without even asking, it’s impossible to choose. But you have to admit, you are wary of Kiyoshi’s nice and soft tone. Despite him keeping up his façade of gentle giant, there is a flame slightly twisted in his eyes. On the other hand, Hyuga is straight forward, clearly showing his intention of making you his little puppet. It is sick and twisted, on both sides, but as the one who’s been touching yourself while peeping at them, who are you to judge?

You sigh, thinking that you might just be overthinking it. In both cases, you’ll get the chance to get fucked by two of the most attractive guys you know – and that you’ll ever know. For the first time of the night, you take things into your own hands, pulling Hyuga closer into a hungry kiss. He isn’t slow to kiss you back, hand holding your face by the neck, while the other trails down your body to find its place against your throbbing clitoris. You moan in his mouth when he starts drawing circles around it, without needing to get you wet as you’ve already taking care of that yourself. He pulls away from the kiss, letting you gasp for air.

It doesn’t take long before you feel his tongue replace his fingers, finding yourself in total bliss as you grab his head, messing with his soft black hair. Your eyes move to meet Kiyoshi’s, who appears to have taken a few steps back, now sitting in front of you and admiring the spectacle. He looks directly at you, this same eerily nice smile on his lips. You feel shy, knowing that he gets to see these lewd looks your face will your captain eats you out; however, you can’t help it. Hyuga doesn’t only lead on the court, he also does so between your legs. He does just the right thing to turn you into a whimpering mess.

“Captain...”

He looks up at you, hearing you moan this word by accident. You can’t tell if he likes it or not at first, but he is quick to work his tongue against your clit, and you immediately realize that he surely goes off to you calling him by his official title.

“Should I make our pretty manager cum, Kiyoshi?” he asks getting up from your cunt just as you’re about to reach the heights of your pleasure.

You furrow your brows, shooting a pleading look to the giant man in front of you, and he laughs. Softly, yet in a way that makes you ache.

“You let her cum if I get to fuck her right after” he replies.

You take turn staring at the two men. It seems that you’ve become nothing but a body at their mercy – not that you would complain, because it arouses you even more. Well, at the end of the day, you did give them free range.

“Is that what she wants? What do you say, pretty?”

You eagerly nod, not caring about the arrangements, as long as you get something from both of them. They both let out a chuckle, Hyuga (for once) adorning a kind look on his face.

“Adorably needy.”

You whimper, feeling his tongue returning in between your folds as he reprises his previous activity. It doesn’t take long for you to go back to your high, reaching your orgasm within minutes. You hold to the shooting guard’s hair, almost suffocating him between your thighs as pleasure washes over you. You’re not even back to Earth that you feel strong arms lifting you, eyes still in daze when they face Kiyoshi’s gentle iris as he carries you the other side of the bath. He sits down on a bench, you on his lap, smile on his face.

“Do you want my cock, honey?” he asks as he tugs a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You whimper as a response, which makes him laugh. You swear you’ve never been with someone that smiles and laughs so much in such situation; and while it may seem nice, in his case, it clearly hides something else. Your personal theory is that this exaggerated amount of niceness hides a complete freak – which you wouldn’t mind, but you grow impatient to know if you are right or not. But before you can get to see for yourself, your thoughts stop on the man that has previously pleasured you, realizing that you haven’t given back. You turn your head, looking for Hyuga, finally seeing him coming your way, dick painfully erected.

“Can I do something about him?” you point out.

The concerned lifts his head towards you, definitely interested by the idea of you bringing him to his release instead of having to take care of it himself.

“Whatever you want” he says, coming closer to you.

You stare at his dick, almost salivating. It looks prettier than you’ve expected, and incredibly delicious. With stars in your eyes, you take it in your hand and lead to tip to your lips. You take a taste of him, shyly, yet barely hiding your hunger. Soon enough, your hand and mouth work him out, soft grunts coming out of his lips.

“Fuck, you’re too good at this” he sighs.

His words of praise make you grind against Kiyoshi, making the brunette’s breath hitch in his throat. The more you go, the more you drive the two men crazy, and you can feel Kiyoshi’s cock growing bigger against you. You look down at it for a second, eyes widening at its size. You shouldn’t be so surprised, he’s a big boy so it’s in proportion with the rest of his body; yet, you can tell if knowing that you are going to take it soon excites you or makes you nervous.

You shake these thoughts away, deciding to focus on what you are doing. By the way your captain’s hips thrust in your mouth, you can predict his release and you stop, looking at him.

“Would you like to cum in my mouth, captain?”

“Shit, yeah” he grunts when you take him back into your mouth.

A few more strokes and licks and you can feel the warm feeling in your mouth, his semen sliding down your throat when you swallow. You let him go, swiping your swollen lips and looking up at him like you’re waiting for his feedback. His dazed out eyes are enough to convince you that you’ve done a great job, and it only helps that he gently caress the top of your head, making you smile.

“You’re doing amazing” Kiyoshi praises you “should I reward you by letting you ride me?”

“Please” you beg giving him doe eyes.

He doesn’t wait, positioning you above his cock and letting you take him in slowly. The stretch is a lot, but the more you take, the more you want. You eventually sit there, with as much as him possible in you. And when you are ready, you move, the slow thrusts building your arousal. Your pace takes on, you are too lost in your own pleasure to realize that Kiyoshi’s hips have found a will of their own and before you know it, you are completely at his mercy. Your eyes shut open under his powerful thrusts, wailing at how good it feels – though it came as a surprise. He smiles, tightening his grip on you.

“You can take it, pretty, you are being so good to me” he says, leaving kisses all over your face.

You are unable to respond with words, going completely stupid for his dick. The images of your fantasies blend with the current moment, realizing that you are, effectively, getting railed by Kiyoshi.

You feel your orgasm approaching when his big fingers start to tease your clitoris. You hold to him for dear life, trying to keep your eyes open so you can take in the sight of his pleasured face, but your eyes shut close as soon as the knot in your lower stomach unravels. You cry, chest pushed against his, incapable of feeling anything else but your high.

“Oh pretty, you’re going to make me cum” you hear Kiyoshi grunt as you regain your senses.

His continuous thrusts in your clenching cunt might be driving him crazy, given how more animalistic his movements are. You let it go at it, feeling overworked, yet needing him to cum just for you.

“Do you wanna fill me up?” you ask, voice weak.

You hear Hyuga chuckle next to you.

“Isn’t our little manager the perfect girl” he comments, getting hard again at the sight of his friend fucking you senseless.

It only takes a few more seconds before you feel Kiyoshi release inside of you, coating your walls in his precious liquid. He stays inside you, panting. You watch, a faint smile on your lips. You can’t help it, everything about this situation is euphoric. You’d never thought that you’d bring your nastiest fantasies to life, yet here you are – filled with both Hyuga’s and Kiyoshi’s cum, a symbol of how you’ve become theirs.

“Do you wanna rest now, pretty? You’ve been so good for us” asks Kiyoshi.

This time, his softness doesn’t come as deceiving. He seems to genuinely care about you, which makes your heart melt a little. You ponder, part of you exhausted, part of you addicted to these two men. You look at Hyuga, his growing erection almost asking to be taking cared of, and taking this piece of information in consideration, you hesitate even more.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll take care of it” he reassures you as if he’s read your mind.

“Are you sure?”

He laughs softly, coming closer to leave a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I’ll have other occasions to fill you up, won’t I?”

You nod, head resting on Kiyoshi’s shoulder.

“Now that we’ve got a taste of you pretty girl, we’re not letting you go.”

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[kanakattakk]

Anticipating Ferg0s request box opening up again bc I have an uber horny, ultra-detailed Murasakibara porno in mind that idk how to put into words but Ik they will 😩

[ferg0s]

WRITE THE FREAKY BEASTARS FIC!!!!!!!

do I want my name and face attached to this? Employers looking at my info and seeing me, a potential employee, and wanting their brand attached to this?

Idgaf. (I lied I do I will delete this when I get my post fic clarity in the morning)

DISCLAIMER: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! I cannot stress that enough. Do not read if u can’t match my freak

Everyone at Cherrytone had their secrets. From minuscule, to down right life ending. It was engrained in the culture - and so was keeping your mouth shut. Some secrets kept you in on the people around you, showing their true form. Some explained the strange occurrences on campus…

But others were too precious to be spread. As per the law of supply and demand, more demand meant less supply. And no one was willing to waste even a drop of this. Literally.

Riz looked at the sheet of paper in his hands. The crumpled up page with barely legible chicken scratch of writing. He had to double check if he was at the right spot. The old sports club shed that hadn’t been used since the school built a new one. He didn’t even knew it existed until now, he guessed it served its purpose.

Hesitantly, he knocked on the door. The time did say 22:00, and it was exactly 22:00. He could feel the roll of cash in his pocket, creating an indent in his pocket he tired to cover by pulling down his shirt.

The door opened, just enough for the voice on the other side to come out. “This area is off limits-“ a female voice spoke up. He cleared this throat, finally being able to say the phrase he had been rehearsing since his walk to the old shed. “I just need to get my glove-“

He hopes he bad said it verbatim. There was a slight pause before the door opened. Revealing the person on the other side. He had seen her around campus, usually in a group of her own. There weren’t many humans on campus - only a few, and they seemed to be in a tight knit community. It was strange seeing her up close, the lack of fur or feathers - even scales - just bare skin. She sized him up, stepping out to look around before walking into the shed, and he followed suit.

He shut the door, noticing the lock on the door and immediately going to lock the door aswell. His heart was in his throat - he really was going this. It felt so wrong.

“Payment up front-“ the girl said sternly. He turned to her, realizing what she had said and fumbling to her the cash out of his pocket, holding the roll of money out towards her. She quickly grabbed the money and undid the rubber band around it, counting each note.

“Whatcha here for?”

He felt his throat dry up at the question. This was nerve wracking enough, and the sudden interrogation didn’t help.

“I heard it helps with the…” he trailed off, not sues how to word it.

“Side effects? Yeah I got a few who say it does-“ she replied as she finished up counting the money. “20 minutes.” She said as she turned around and walked further into the shed as she rolled the money back up, stopping infront of the bag to put the money in. He knew that. It was fucking expensive for the small slot of 20 minutes, but he had heard of others playing for 2 hours.

She turned around. “Lay down,” it came out like a demand. He nodded, slowly walking over and laying down on the dusty wooden floors of the shed. He knew that there would be no orientation, everything was already explained to him. She ran a tight ship from what he could tell.

He walked over him, standing on-top of him, feet on either aide of his torso, under his arms. “No-“ “biting or clawing.” He interrupted. He was too eager to wait for her to go over the rules. She scoffed. “Can’t be that bad that you’re in such a rush-“ she scoffed, her hands going to the waist band of her skirt as she pulled them up. “You have no idea-“ he muttered. Once hiked up, her hands went under her skirt, pulling down the panties she had on, tossing them to the side.

The scent hit him immediately. Blood therapy. A taboo practice used to elievate the symptoms of most carnivore medication, mostly muscle pain and headaches. Due to the low intensity of human blood, it was often the best source - but due ethics violations, the practice was banned a few decades ago. Publicly that is.

She towered herself down onto him, and by that time his senses had drowned out any rational thinking. She let out a gasp when she felt his tongue darting to her folds. The reaction was almost immediate. As soon as he got a taste, a single droplet, he was hooked. His tongue lapping like a man - bear - starved. He knew it was in his DNA to crave blood - his ancestral nature. He had dabbled in the occasional doping, but even then he could only get his hands on a quick sip if he was lucky. And rabbit blood didn’t hit quite the same. Too bland, he thought. His arms and locked around her thighs, as if pulling her closer would give him more.

He could hear the muffled moans, the gasps and pants coming from her. Her legs shaking as he moved around with no mercy. He felt her whole body tense up, her fingers locking onto the fur of his arm and squeezing it. He felt a few rip off, but he didn’t care. Her other hand went up to cover her mouth, trying to muffle the cries that managed to slip through the gaps of her fingers. Her body tensed up, and he felt her trying to get off but his arms locked her in place. He didn’t know if the ordeal was making her cry out from pain, but he didn’t care enough to stop. After all the safe word was “pineapple”. Or furious pounding on his arms, as he was told. The taste mixed with a salty, slimy substance, only for a minute when he felt her muscles wrap around his tongue.

It felt like it went on longer for 20 minutes. But then again, it wasn’t like he was counting. By the end of it, she stumbled on her feet, and he could see a thin layer of sweat over her face.

“Did I hurt you-“ he asked she he sat up, noticing that the headache had since that morning was no longer present. She shook her head, still heaving. “No.” She replied. She walked over to her bag again, opening and rummaging through it before haphazardly tossing him a packet of wet wipes. She wiped his face as he walked him to and sit on a chair near the bag, plopping down and panting. As if she had ran a marathon.

He felt better. No more aches, no more headaches. He felt more relaxed. “Thank you-“ he said shyly, not being able to look at her. “No - thank you, ” she chuckled.

He didn’t know what she meant by that. But he did notice when she started to charge him less, quarter less wasn’t a lot, but still a reduced price for those monthly visits.

( In dept nasty version if god doesn’t smite me down soon)

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[ferg0s]

Kunigami with a bookworm reader who he meet by accident but kinda starts to like after a while.

Pre wild card Kunigami cuz he’s bbygrl

Canonically has an older sister, I imagine her being an English major. Someone who got him into comic books In hopes of getting him into literature and that’s how he got his dream of being a hero-esque figure.

You’re her friend. A lil younger than her but the two of you met a book store and became friends after going for the same book, paid half and half and decided to take turns reading it and eventually made a lil book club to talk about said book.

Came back after practice to see you in the living room having tea with his sister, deep in conversation about the book in question.

Initially thought you were cute but out of respect for his sister he kept his distance.

Would say a polite hello and go to his room. Maybe come down to get some food, but even then, let the two of you talk without interruption.

You and his sister began to become closer, mostly due to your love for books. Coming together at their house to talk about the recent books you’ve read, but it slowly just began the two of you hanging out.

Kunigami knew of you; if he saw you at the house, in the living room or kitchen he wouldn’t blink twice. Initially thought you were his sisters classmate. but after talking to you when his sister asked him to walk you to the busstop cuz she didnt want you walk alone, he found out you were his age. you told him how you and his sister met, exchanged some friendly conversation and found out he was on the soccer team.

"yeah im a striker-" he said, looking at the path ahead. “Oh- that’s cool!” You reply. He knew that tone, the one his sister had - where they didn’t know what that meant but they were supportive. “It means I’m the guy who’s in charge of scoring the points-“ he adds. You nod. “I guess that’s very important,” you chuckle, looking at the ground.

Did you find his hot? Yes! Oh my god when he first walked in - you saw the resemblance right away - but the way his sister had described him you thought he was a toddler. I guess all older siblings do that, and they seemed to have a very close relationship. She still saw him as a child despite the fact that he was almost an adult. So when he walked in, holding his gym bag and greeted you, you tried to remain cool.

You weren’t the most social. So it was like fighting a life or death battle when he would come down to the kitchen while you and his sister were baking or making a quick snack. He was polite, always kept the conversation to a minimum before retreating to his room.

You wouldn’t dare let your cooler older friend know that you thought her brother was hot. But you figured that she had figured it out, she was very observant. So when you were getting ready to leave, saying your goodbyes, you froze up when you heard her call Kunigami to walk you to the stop.

You had walked there plenty of times, even later in the night in some cases. But she insisted that it would be safer for you to have someone to walk with. “There’s been an increase of muggings-“ she said. Conveniently leaving out the part that she was talking about the city and not their neighbour hood. Technically she wasn’t wrong?

Despite only talking to him a hand full of times, you felt pretty comfortable around him. He was polite. Asking the small talk questions that didn’t steer into anything awkward. Telling you about his games and such. He was a sweetie, which made your crush on him even more worse.

He was a gentleman. Waiting with you until your bus came, waving you goodbye as it departed. The one off thing soon became a regular occurrence, due to the insistence of his sister. He thought you were cute, but then again, he thought a lot of girls were cute. It was a given for guys his age. But the more he talked to you the more interested and invested he became. He was used to his sister going on tangents about books, passionately talking about every aspect of it - so he figured he’d do the same with you. Given you two had the same interests. It seemed to break you out of your quiet shell.

The walks began to consist of you describing your favourite books and stories to him. He was used to tuning it out and nodding his head. But something about you made him want to listen. “So he turns into a bug? Like a bug bit him? Like Spiderman?” He asked. You came to find out he liked spider man a lot. “No- he just woke up. It’s supposed to be a metaphor…”

But he really couldn’t keep up with the nuances of your literary likes, so he tried a different approach

“Do you like comics? Like marvel and stuff?” “Oh yeah- who doesn’t?”

His eyes lit up. Finally something he could relate too.

“Who’s your favourite super hero?” “Hmm… that’s a hard one.” You say as you look at him. “I like super man to be honest. It’s corny and lame but I like how he’s just this beacon of hope and just… nice? I don’t know how to say it. He could be evil but he just chooses to help people instead of like world domination-“ you explain. He smiled. “You know - i completely agree.”

Super heros became the things you talked about on your walks together. To a point where he genuinely waited for the sound of his sister door opening so he could rush out and get ready to walk with you. You looked forward to it too. He liked how you added a different perspective to it - digging in deep, finding the deeper meaning to each thing you two talked about. He felt a little embarrassed for saying he liked the hero’s cuz of their powers. But you didn’t seem to mind, smiling and telling him “me too,”.

For a while it seemed that the only thing the two of you talked about was that. He was happy - until he realized how rude it must seem. So he tried his best to steer the conversation to something that you might like.

Que him borrowing his sisters copy of the books you mentioned and trying to read them. It was the first time anytime anyone in his family saw him deeply invested in a book since… well… ever.

“So I read that book you talked about-“ he said as the two of you got out the house. “Oh? Which one?” You ask. When he told you the name of your favourite book, your stomach did a flip. “Y-you read that?” You asked uncertain. “Yeah - honestly I liked it.”

Que the whole walk being about said book, you talking with more passion than he had ever seen. To a point where the two of you watched the bus leave infront of you without caring, too engrossed in the conversation. Did you wait for the next bus - a full hour - on the steps of the nearby convenience store while sharing a bag of chips? Yes.

It seemed like the conversation had no end. Books, then his soccer, then back to books, somehow spider man, back to soccer. It was this chemistry that didn’t have an end.

Leading him to trying to slyly ask his sister if there was any bookstore cafes near by - and her happily giving an answer.

She didn’t question when you came over to visit, despite not making plans with her.

She didn’t question why he came up to her asking her if hard covers were better or soft covers.

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Kunigami is a spider man fan. Thats not my head cannon, thats literally cannon. Argue with a wall.

[ferg0s]

Nanase being infatuated by his pink lock partner not cuz he’s like weirdo but because he think she’s so fucking cool. You’re a little flustered by the compliments and praise he gives you for literally breathing. It feels like showing a toddler the most basic magic trick the way his eyes light up and the smile spreads across his face.

“I’m so buzzed!” He exclaims as the two of you make your way on the field. You promised you’d show him your direct shot, and teach him how to do it, and you were sure that he didn’t sleep all night due to the excitement. He was a breath of fresh air in the other wise bleak program. Bluelock was filled with people who would sell your soul for a grain of rice - if they had any respect for you, other wise it would be for free - so his general cheery attitude had you smiling for the first time in weeks.

“Okay-“ you sigh, using the helm of your shirt to wipe your sweat off. “Again.” You instruct as you two get ready to run through the drill again. Him trying to copy what you had showed him and you trying to block him. It was more beneficial to you than him, because explaining the moves to him made you understand the process better and then executing it made you perfect any mistakes.

When the spandex finally came in, you wouldn’t admit it, but you were nervous as fuck. Being surrounded by all the pretty and literal definition of peak female athletic physique has you second guessing yourself as you look at your self in the bathroom mirror. This was such a stupid thing to get hung up on, but with the overall anxiety and self doubt that lingered in bluelock, body dysmorphia wasn’t something unexpected. You convinced your self not to crawl back in the old frumpy uniform by remembering how much you sweat it in, and decided to prioritize not getting a heat stroke over your anxiety. You could cry about it later.

You hoped it wouldn’t be that much of a distraction, maybe if you acted like everything was fine it would-

“WOOOOW!”

You cringed at the sound of Nanase as he walked up behind you. “I didn’t know you had so much muscle-“ he said cheerfully. It was so stupid. Such a small compliment - coming from a man who had more muscle than you could ever have- ogling at your biceps and asking you to flex. You came to hate how he could turn your mood around.

“You look like a Micheal Angeles statue!”

“It’s Michelangelo , Nanase.”

“Oh.”

That stupid himbo had your heart.

When it came time for selection for the U-20 team, the men went first. You crossed your fingers and hoped that Nanases name would be mentioned, glancing over at him with a smile before it began. Looking over in concern when his name didn’t come up. He looked dejected, rightfully so. But when it came turn for the woman’s U-20, and your name was one of the first to be called - you froze. Oh my god, this was your dream.

You seemed to freeze up, only coming to when you felt someone wrap their arms around you and pull you into a hug.

“Oh my god!” Nanase exclaimed. “I’m so proud of you!” He pulled away from you and smiled looking down at you. It took you a minute to realize what was happening. Had he walked across the room to come congratulate you? You could see the remnants of tears in his eyes - no doubt from the crushing news he’d just received, but despite that he has a smile on his face, looking down at you with no joy. No malice, no jealousy. Just… pure happiness.

You felt your eyes tear up, it had been so long since you had heard that. It broke your heart to see that he didn’t get selected, you had seen first hand how capable he was, but regardless, he seemed to focus on your victories rather this his failure.

As he began to blabber about how ‘buzzed’ he was that he’d get to see you play on the big screen, you just looked up at him with a smile on your face. Wondering how your kids would look like, because goddamn… you’re head over heels for this guy.

[ferg0s]

hi,

Could I request a scenario where karasu gets a pink lock partner in a spandex suit? 😔

You already know he’s an annoying little shit about it. He likes to tease, get the low blow and bask in the glory of it afterwards. He likes knowing he can get in the other persons head, catch them off guard. He prefers to tear someone’s skills down, but he doesn’t shy away from physical attributes. After all, game is game.

And the frumpy uniforms was like a sitting duck.

“Oi, Cinderella-“ he smirked as he walked up next to you on the field. Water bottle in hand. “Fairy god mother hasn’t shown up yet?”

You roll your eyes and catch the bottle he threw your way, trying to ignore his comments as you gulped the water down. The stupid uniforms they had you in made you sweat like crazy, the thick material didn’t help either. And most importantly, they were ugly. Plain and simple, they were ugly. Frumpy, grey and old fashioned. They looked more like prison uniforms than soccer ones.

“I guess the clock struck midnight,” he mused as he wedged himself infront of you. Steeling the ball and giving you a quick glance, the gentle shove causing you to lose balance and stumble backwards. Cinderella; always in tattered clothes and covered in dirt. You hated it. And he knew you hated it, so he did his best to rub salt on the wound. “Missing a shoe?” He would chuckle as he stole the ball. “I think the ball is a only for pretty girls,” “I guess the rats were busy,”

Karasu learned pretty quickly that you weren’t one to fuck around on the field, you had insane spatial awareness, enough to rival the top guys at blue lock. Which made you hyper aware of how close he would be whenever you two were playing a 1 on 1. You blamed yourself for thinking that he would be a decent partner, figuring ego matched him up with you because you had similar traits - but you were dead wrong. It was like ego had thrown you in your own personalized level of hell.

Karasu was taller than you, and a bit more agile. By a fraction of a second if you wanted to get technical, but he was like a rat, using every little crevice to squeeze his way inside the game. Inside your head. The first time it happened you were stunned, soccer usually wasn’t a big contact sport - there being penalties for shoving or pushing. But he towed the like between accidental touch and deliberate shove. The shoves got under your skin. . Given his height compared to you, instead of hitting your chest it would hit you straight on the collar bone. The pain would linger on for hours after, sometimes making it hard for you to move your arms or neck. But technically, it wasn’t a foul. And you hated that. Technically. You grew up playing soccer by the books - very cut and clean, orthodox even. That’s what made you good, your moves were too flawless to counter. But that was also the problem, because even the purest of glass can be broken by the tiniest of stone.

Your goal slowly began to turn from being the best striker, to now finding a way to get your lick back. And just when all hope was lost..

“Good morning, diamonds in the rough,” egos voice called out in the girls dorms through the multiple speakers. “After a needlessly long wait, you can finally ditch those rags. Please go to the locker rooms and take the bag assigned to you-“

When you entered the field after putting on the official uniform, you had already prepared for the snarky comment that would be thrown your way. Probably something along the lines of; fairy god mother finally pulled through? You placed your bottle down and sat down to tie your cleats, your eyes darting when you heard a whistle. “I guess fairy god mothers do exist,” he chuckled as he walked up to you. Bingo! “Thought she’d get rid of the evil step mother too,” you quip back as you turn your attention back to the shoes. He chuckled, liking that you had started to bite back. “More like she’s found your price charming-“ “Funny, I remember the dog turning into the coachman, not the prince.” You had never been one to engage to trash talk, but god did it feel good to get the last word in with him.

The small 1 on 1 match began, despite the fact you two were supposed to work together, it seemed like the two of you were more focused on trying to score on eachother. With the total score being 0-0 for both of you, making you near the bottom of the teams. He wanted to establish some sort of dominance while you wanted to kick his teeth in for thinking that. Both of you fighting tooth and nail for the first goal, and to prevent the other from scoring.

“So Cindy,” he smirked as he wedged himself infornt of you. He was going to do it, you had been playing next to him long enough to know his moves. The god forsaken collarbone shove. Out of all his moves, you couldn’t find a counter to this one. It was your only weak spot, and he knew it. The difference in height making it impossible for you to dodge it, if you tried to duck you would be too slow and risk injuring your head. Injury wasn’t an option for you. If you went too low it would…

In that moment time seemed to stand still. You were going about this all wrong. You were trying to play chess with a man who was playing checkers with you all along. You had to get on his level to win at this own game, get down and dirty. Maybe the nickname he gave you would make sense in a way. You saw it coming, the shove, aimed directly at your collarbone.

He got in position, his arm moving towards you. He knew that in a second he’d feel your collarbone against his arm, his hand going to cup your shoulder for a second before he pushed off you and got a 3 second frame of confusion out of you. It was like muscle memory for him. In the time it took him to blink the whole ordeal would be over, but as soon as his eyes closed he prepared himself to feel your shoulder… your soft, squishy…

Wait.

His eyes darted open and he looked at you, the smirk on your face appearing as his left. His eyes followed his hand, seeing his hand over your boob. You had moved up instead of ducking his shove, catching him off guard. As a faint blush appeared on his face from the feeling of your literal boob in his hand, you used that to your advantage. He was still reeling from the feeling when you went and shot straight into the net.

“Aw cmon-“ you laugh as you approach him. “You’re acting like you’ve never touched a tit before-“ you tease, feeling the power you had over him in the moment. “Of course I have!” He replied, after defensively. “Okay Pinocchio-“ you scoff, walking to the side to get a drink.

He soon realized what you meant by that.

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I admit, season 2 animation isn’t as bad as people made it seem to be

[ferg0s]

omg??? Chigiri with someone from pink lock thats also fast like him + more stamina???

Like girly was a track star or something

You started off doing track, and you were fucking good at it. 100 meter? Light work, no reaction. Same with 200 and 400. Your spirit was your weapon.

If it wasn’t for the high school girls soccer coach and his forgetfulness, you probably would be here. He had forgotten something in his car, forcing him to walk by the track field to the parking lot - and that’s when he saw you. He needed runners. He knew their untapped potential.

After quite finally cornering you in the hallways, you found yourself signing up for tryouts.

You were so glad you did. It changed the trajectory of your life.

But it seemed to be crumbling down at bluelock - competition was tough and so was the fabric of the uniform you had to wear. Your skills were still a little rough due to the fast that you had a late start to your soccer career.

Chigiri was your bluelock partner. At first you thought maybe it was one of the girls in your program, but the fact that he had on a spandex suit threw you off. You soon learned that Chigiri was a guy.

That seemed to be everyone’s misconception. And the frumpy uniform didn’t help. It was like the two of you switched genders. People assumed you were a guy while they tried to hit on him thinking he was a girl.

It seemed to be an issue for the both of you because while Chigiri was trying to fight the femboy allegations, you were trying to fight for the attention of the bluelock guys - hoping they’d hit on you too.

“You wanna switch or something-“ you scoff as tie your shoes on the practice field. He rolls his eyes. “Please, you don’t want to be near those guys-“ “and who told you that?” “I am. I’ve been around those guys and that’s the last thing you need-“ “you’re no fun.” “Just trying to protect you from those animals-“ he scoffed.

Due to his injury, he didn’t really sprint during practice - and you hadn’t found someone who would match your speed, so you held back too. In a way none of you knew what the other was capable of.

Until one day when the ball was about to go out of bounds, which would mess up the flow state you were in - you found yourself sprinting to the ball, getting a hold of it in the last minute. Chigiri was impressed to say the least. ‘That must be why Ego paired us up,’ he thought.

“You’re fast-“ he said as you jogged back to him with the ball. “Oh thank you-“ you smile. “You haven’t ran like that before-“ he asked, wondering if it was like a fluke situation. “Oh - I don’t like go full in during practice-“

Maybe it was the wording, but it irked him. Go all out? What was that suppsoed to mean? Maybe he was on his high horse cuz technically he was one of the fastest people at bluelock, but he felt like he needed to prove a point.

And he tired.

And failed.

The two of you abandoned practice all together, opting to see who beat the other in a simple race across the field.

It was you.

“I wasn’t trying anyways-“ he huffed.

So you tried again the next day. Again, he lost.

“Okay- it’s for real now-“

Again. And again. Until he used his trump card. “I have an injury anyways - I don’t like to outdo it on some stupid race-“ he grumbled.

The humiliation continued when you finally got out of the frumpy uniform. The sleek spandex made you more agile, much to his dismay.

But hey- at least now people thought the both of you were girls!

[ferg0s]

sorry sorry i meant a freak good at soccer 😭 not freaky shidou type 🤨

I’m doing both 😈 cuz I can.

Isagi would rather eat wet concrete than talk to a girl. It wasn’t that he was ugly, he had gotten his fair share of confessions, but it was the fact that he just didn’t know how. And the occasional timer he did talk to a girl he just rambled out soccer or stumbled on his words. Like a bumbling idiot.

As much as he was excited with the prospect of having a female partner to practice with - it dawned on him too late that he would actually need to converse with said person. That’s where the anxiety picked up. What would he talk about? Soccer, duh… but what if she wants to be his friend? What if she asks what his favourite colour is? Is black an acceptable answer?

It felt like Ego had a personal vendetta against him because he was the last to have a partner. But he has seen the others interact with theirs, and the girls seemed nice enough. Just as shy and nervous as the guys. That put him at ease. At least he wouldn’t be the only one feeling awkward.

“Oi-“

He snapped his head to where the voice came from. His heart dropping when he saw the girl standing infront of him, hands in her hips as she stared daggers at him. “Isagi Yoichi?” she asked, her tone far from the nice polite one the girl the guy next to him got. “Y-yes.” He replied, straighten up in the cafeteria bench he was sitting on. He scanned him, and he had never felt more naked in his life, and gave a ‘hmnf’ and sat down across from him. “A-and you are?” He asked, trying to muster up a smile. “(Y/N),” you replied bluntly. There was an awkward moment of silence, with Isagi trying to force himself to ask you the most basic questions while you had started to talk to the girl next to you.

It seemed like you had little to no interest in him. He had tried to approach you several times, hoping to establish a base plan with you regarding training - but you brushed him off and went about your own thing. You reminded him of Rin.

It wasn’t until practice that he actually got to talk to you.

“So I was thinking-“ “don’t think, just pass the ball to me.”

Oh god, you were exactly like Rin. And you played like it too - which just made him retreat in his shell more. Dealing with Rin was nerve wracking enough but ontop of that you were a girl. He was twice as scared of you.

Maybe it was out of fear, or the way you naturally had a commanding tone - but he would just follow whatever you told him to do. Like a literal lap dog. Until one day he decided he had enough, and decided to challenge you. Two stubborn forces going head to head, fighting for the ball with no chance of giving it up. He felt his legs get tangled with yours as you tried to save the ball from his grasp.

He felt himself falling and opened his eyes to meet the orbs of yours.

“I usually save this for the second date-“ you chuckle. His heart rate picked up when he realized what had happened, and the feeling of your body underneath his came to him in an instant. He scrabbled off you and began to apologize. You dusted yourself off as you got up, chuckling. “Take a girl out for dinner first-“ you joked. But that just fueled his embarrassment more rather than get a chuckle out of him.

There was no way to even attempt to get the ball from you without violating any sense of personal boundary. Much to his dismay. You were shorter compared to him and had more agility, so he needed to try and cover as much ground. In the heat of the match, his hand reached out and accidentally tugged on your jersey shirt. “Wow - that eager, huh?” You chuckled, looking at him with a grin. Maybe it was your tone, or what you were implying - but it always caught him off guard.

Those little comments you made were his personal level of hell.

“Is this an excuse to be near me?” You’d smirk when he’d try to get the ball from you.

“You like it rough, huh?” You’d chuckle when he would forcefully take the ball from you.

“I like a guy who takes charge,” you’d giggle when he would tell you the strategy to get a point over the simulated goalie.

The other boys complained about the uniforms the girls wore, saying they wanted to see some ass or sum. But Isagi didn’t. He chalked it up to; “they’re not pieces of meat, they’re excellent soccer players and we should focus on that - not their bodies.” But he wasn’t being a feminist by choice. He knew what would happen if you managed to get your hands on one of those spandexes. And when he walked onto the field to see you in one, he prayed to God that maybe you’d lose the teasing.

But you didn’t.

He hated how good you were, it was your specialty to keep the ball on you at all times. Your foot work was insane. Better than his. You kept the ball under lock and key it seemed, and youd needed to get ready close to unlock it. And that’s what he did - and the dance for the ball began. “Wanted to see it up close huh?” You joked. He didn’t respond, trying to focus on the ball, his head low. “My eyes are up here-“ you chuckle. He immediately looked up - not wanting you to get the wrong idea. His mistake.

“Not the spheres that need your attention-“ you laugh as you run past him after scoring a goal. “I was just looking at the ball,” he mumbled as he followed you to the middle line. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t take a peak after that incident. He could tell that you’d bend over infront of him on purpose, him adverting his gaze or turning to tie his shoe for the 67th time in an hour. Whenever you needed him to not look at you, you’d puff out your chest and fake yawn.

God he hated you so much.

Being frustrated with the lack of points he had during the 1-on-1 between the two of you, he went all out. He just needed 1 goal. One fucking goal ( out of the entire week you two had been together ) to show you that you and your antics didn’t affect him. His mistake - you could see every move he made when before he even thought about it - but you didn’t expect him to lose his usual composed nature. His movement was erratic and not controlled.

You felt his legs hook under yours as dived for the ball. His legs stretched out as he tried to kick it out of your hold. He let out a gasp when he felt pressure on his lower stomach, opening his eyes to see yours once again. The weight of your body on his lower torso signalling what position you were in. Luckily, he had instinctively reached out and grabbed you, saving your head with his chest. He let you go, hearing you groan as you sat up.

You looked just as disoriented as him.

“That’s a foul-“ you say as you look down on him. He didn’t care - he would let you take a hundred penalties if it meant you were off him right now. Straddling his lap as you dust off the dirt from your arm, and him looking up at you like a deer in headlights. It took you a minute to realize what position you were in - and he saw the lightbulb turn on your head. He knew that look.

“I think I messed up my hip-“ you groan.

No. You hasn’t. You were moving just fine, he thought.

You reach down and grab his hands, placing them on your hips. He was dumbfounded. “Doesn’t it feel weird?” You ask, feigning innocence. “I- I think it’s fi-“ “no see,” you interrupted before moving your hips. Grinding on his groin. His breath got caught in his throat. “Doesn’t it feel weird - with the bone and stuff?” You ask. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. “I d-don’t think so-“

This was a new level of torture.

You bend down, your chest pressing against his. God the material was very thin. He could feel the cups of your bra on his chest. You lean into his ear, his hands gripping your hips at the sudden sensation of your breath on the side of his neck.

“If there is one fucking bruise or cut on me - I will fucking kill you. Understood?” “Understood-“ he replied.

You got off him and he swore you kicked his leg after you did.

You were terrifying. But in a way, you taught him so much. Because of you his ball handling (idk man I don’t play soccer bear with me) skills has Improved, quite a lot. And they came handy in the U-20 match.

“You copied that from me-“ you scoff as you walk up to him after the match. He had come to see his parents, and after they walked off he had planned on heading back to the bluelock boys. “You came?” He asked, already breaking into a nervous sweat. “Of course - nothing else to do.” You laugh. “Plus I told you I’d kill you if there were any bruises on me and there is so-“ you chuckle

Wait a minute. Were you… flirting? With him?

“Oh- sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He replied, his voice trying not to tremble. One thing had had learned by playing with you was that you were a direct attacker (again bear with me), so he cleared his throat and decided to take a risk. “How about I make it up to you? How about some ice cream?” He asked.

You raised your brow at him. “It’s fucking freezing outside-“

He felt his heart shatter.

“But that’s when it tastes the best,” you smile.

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Hi? Hello! Hear me out on this Aomine fic....Just a thought that's been bugging my mind lately.

Police Officer!Aomine who's the ace of the Police department— arrests a member of a notorious mafia organization (reader) who is actually a secret FBI Agent going undercover in the Mafia to take down the whole organization. It'd just be fun, you can choose not to write it or take the request. Option is all yours! 🥹🫶

I didn’t read the member of a notorious mafia part 🧍🏽‍♀️

“Better luck next time, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he clicks the cuffs in place. You try to struggle, but it’s useless when your hands are behind your back and your bend over on the hood of an undercover police car. You should have known - the other girls told you this was a hot spot for cops, undercover and in uniform. But you had finally gotten a lead - and you knew that he liked to frequent this block. The lead to the head hanchos behind Tokyos biggest cocaine smugglers. The Yakuza.

“Listen - you need to let me-“ “Save it, sweetheart. Cry all you want in the holding cell-“ he said, grabbed the chain linking your cuffs together and yanking you up. Your wrists burned from the metal digging into your skin and to your bones. You wanted to cuss him out, scream and kick him. You hated the TPD, Tokyo Police Department, they seemed to have the most inflated ego out of any department you had the displeasure of meeting.

Maybe going undercover as a prostitue wasn’t the brightest of ideas, especially since the TPD had announced they would be cracking down on that stuff in the red light district. But this was your only way to potentially getting close to the Yakuza. Usually you were pretty good at identifying cops, having worked next to them for a while now - smug, a little jittery and eager to get you in. Usually people would try to smooth talk you into getting in their car - to which they got pepper sprayed and arrested for soliciting, your buddies coming in and arresting them and you going back to the streets if they were the wrong person. But him? Smooth talker. The way he carried himself - you trusted your gut a majority of the time, and it had never let you down, until now it seemed.

“Listen to me-“ you try to wiggle out of his grip. But the heels you wore gave you little to no stability. “I’m Dec-“ “You’re a talker, huh?” He said as he opened the back of his car, wasting no time in shoving you into it. You land on the leather seats with a thump - groaning at the pain. You try to sit up as he walks around and sits in the drivers seat. Once fully positioned up, you waste no time.

“IMDETECTIVE(L/N)WITHTHEKYOTODEPARTMENT-“ you yell at him through the metal bars of the cop car. He chuckles, turning back to you. “And I’m Micheal Jackson - funny how that works huh?”

He had seen his fair share of excuses - but this was new.

“Call your chief and ask him about me-“ you groan.

He wanted to humour you, embarrass you for being to adamant on a lie - but the earful he got from his chief had him uncuffing you in no time. “Sorry-“ he said, but you would tell he wasn’t. “Stupid of you to get into a cop car-“ he scoffed, taking off your cuffs and putting them back in his pocket. You rub your wrists as you look at him. “You’re a damn good undercover cop-“ you mumble. He grips his steering wheel and taps his fingers against it. He looked over at you, noticing your outfit. The skimpy short skirt, the mesh top with the Neon bra poking through. The messy and ripped fish nets with the platform hells. The messy makeup and hair added onto it. You looked like the girls that would do it for a pack of coke, so he had to give you credit for believability.

“So… what now?” He asked.

“Find a donut shop and leave me the fuck alone-“ you groan, fixing your hair and opening the door, making sure to slam the door as hard as you can when you left.

He knew he couldn’t just leave. The Kyoto Department had been hunting the Yakuza for got knows how long, they were often clowned on the fact that it seemed like they were chasing ghosts. But their operations tended to be small busts of local money laundering schemes and gambling rings. He knew this was something bigger - something more classified. He had been patrolling the streets for a week now, mostly busting illegal escorts and drunk men. He needed something more… he knew the department already saw him as an A-1 Cop, but a bust like this would have his name going down in history…

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“Oi-“

You turn your heard at the sound of a whistle. It had been a few days and you were still on the streets trying to look for a lead. So far no yakuza. And the only ones that did some around were low level thugs who were barely connected. Lackies.

You turn your head to the direction of the noise, eyes widening when you see the cop from days prior walking over to you. You were ready to confront him until you saw he was with something. A part of you wanted to drop the act and yell at him, but something in your gut told you to wait.

“Ain’t she a beauty?” He scoffed to the other man as they approached you. They both stood infront of you, the cop from before putting his arms over your shoulder and pulling you in. “I’m telling you- she’s into that weird stuff.” He told the other man. You looked over at the other man, feeling his eyes strip you naked as he looked at you. “You always did have a type-“ the man scoffed.

Was that an insult or compliment?

“Whatdaya say?” The cop asked. “You think Haizaki would like her?”

Haizaki. The man you were looking for. The man you’d been prowling the streets in search of for over 3 weeks now…

You notice the cop glance at you, a stumble indicatation that he was on your side. You straighten up. “This will cost you - you know,” you coo, leaning more into the cop. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that,” the cop cooed back as he pulled you in closer, staring at you. You swore you felt his hand graze over your ass. The cop turned back to the guy. “Cmon - first rounds on me-“

“I dunno-“ “Still nervous as ever, huh? What? Scared your oni-chan will get mad at you-“ the cop teased. “He’s not - whatever. Fine.” The other man sighed. He rubbed his hand over his face and turned away, as if contemplating the thought. “Fine - he’s been in a bad mood anyways. With the fed-“ he cut himself off. “With everything going on. He could use some stress relief, beats talking it out on me.”

“Perfect,” the cop next to you smiled.

“But if anything happens it’s all on you, Daiki!”

Daiki. At least you had a name to the face now.

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Part 2?