#man…god i need soft!barou

[togamest]

barou seeing you upset and even though he feels weak doing so he pulls you into a hug, a warm, all encompassing embrace. his kiss is soft, and his eyes match his touch as he looks at you with stars in his eyes. “i love you,” he whispers, “and i don’t seem to wanna care who knows it.”

[popponn]

boyfriend hcs | isagi yoichi.

notes: im done pretending to be sane. "things and hcs about isagi yoichi" post because world hard and cold isagi yoichi soft and warm. this time, really mean it when saying no brain just isagi big love. please don't look at this too closely, other than that: no warning.

the "natural rizz" type who is honestly not really good at being purposefully suave. if he tries, it will either go boyfailure route or cute babygirl route. if he doesn't, it's a full package bf who will get your whole family & friends' approval.

at first, he tries really hard, but the moment you get him to calm down and kick the nervousness away, you will get: casual affection, unconditional support, a cuddly & clingy bf on weekends, etc.

looks at matching keychains once and the metavision is telling him it will be cute if you two have that.

he seems like the type who is not obvious when he is in love. at first. the moment his friends accidentally stumble upon your dates and see his smile, his smile is fooling no one.

somehow could make the most mundane unromantic activity cute as long he does it with you. accidentally. somehow.

when he starts dating you, his clothes will reflect your taste because: 1) he will shop for those clothes with you and ask for your opinion; 2) if you are a sane human with a bare minimum level of taste you should know his fashion sense level is in minus already—please do a favor to mankind and get him away from that neon orange trousers and bright green jumper; 3) he just wants to see you happy; 4) despite his humble look and usual demeanor, he likes showing off that he has you and you have him.

doesn't mean he can pick your clothes. do yourself a favor and think thrice or ten times if he suggests clothing or god forbid a mix match. love makes people dumb but it has to have a limit. your man is not trustworthy in the style department.

getting his parents' approval should be the least of your worries. his blue lock fellows and noel fucking noa should be your concern. good luck, high chance you have to verbally fight people like michael kaiser and barou shohei.

your phone is guaranteed to have at least 5 country clocks in it because yoichi is an international sensation. and when he is not busy practicing, you barely leave his mind at all.

it ranges from "oh, they will like this as a gift" to longingly gazing at his phone because while he is an understanding & secure attachment-style boyfriend, it doesn't mean he can bear with you not contacting him for three days. call your man. text him.

his favorite songs will be that cm song and whatever you often listen to around him—"it just sticks". his favorite movie will be totoro and your favorite movie. attachment and fond memories are the main driving force for his favorite stuff.

is pretty independent and self-sufficient that is not clingy most of the time. unless when he is sleepy. he hugs his pillow when he sleeps, now that he has you get ready.

if your main love language are acts of service and words of affirmation, it will be an instant match. "i do this for you, you do this for me" without any talking needs to be done, just like second nature. and he likes to be praised.

in case of quality time and physical touch, it will take some time to get used to, most probably. while he clearly enjoys time with his closest ones, isagi also enjoys his alone time and thinking time too. and he used to be a shy boy who doesn't share touches with people much. but believe in his adaptability, as long as the parties involved are willing to figure this out it will get figured out.

made a whole post about this once like a besotted fool, but is a really good listener who likes listening to you. it's like you "giving him a piece of you"—especially if it is a part of you that you don't share much.

please do listen and try to figure him out though. moving on soon and focusing on the present's solution is good but in some cases, it really might lead to what people call "pent-up emotions". isagi doesn't enjoy looking or being "weak", but really understanding the emotions he doesn't say out loud will benefit both of you in the long run.

keep the balance in everything—because isagi as understanding and adaptable as he is, still sometimes has a lapse in judgment.

before this gets into angst territory let's stop here. moving on.

is canonly described as poetic in one of exhib dialogues—which means this man is scientifically proven to be cheesy as hell.

sheepish, boyish, cute, sometimes nervous, very boy next door yes. but when he is in the moment, aka the romance flow is kicking, get ready for the most heartfelt, the most sincere profession of love under the sunset. an "i'm glad you are in my life", an "i will happily choose you again", etc.

learn to kick a soccer ball if you can't. 1) good for self-defense; 2) he sometimes brings the ball to sleep and if you don't want it, really think of it as self-defense. (not kidding, check his PWC sprite and that one sleeping anime official art merch)

at first gets bashful at pet names, but if someone makes fun of him—especially during a match—that's just asking for it.

remember his habit of being unable to say "no"? In a very loving manner, it comes back in full force with you. he will spoil the hell out of you even when you don't ask him to. what you want, isagi will get.

you have to be his #1 supporter. because he is yours. sometimes he can give advice and help for you, sometimes he can't. but if anything, he will always be there.

has a soft spot for you smiling while hugging something. in other words, while his gallery is full of your photo with plushies, animals, etc—the number of mirror selfies with the two of you hugging each other is enough to make anyone blink in astonishment.

if someone badmouths you or tries to harrass you, oresagi aka on field persona comes out without any hesitation. and while isagi's appearance doesn't come in the most intimidating form—we have seen him. hold him back, please.

even after everything, is honestly a pretty simple guy who thinks a simple breakfast with you worth much more than expensive dinners. home dates with him is always the coziest thing on earth, no matter whether under a sunny sky or rainy clouds.

when he is dedicated to you, he is dedication itself. certainly still have to do pr and fanservice when he meets some fans in the street, but before he leaves he will always squeeze your hand like asking for permission and he always does it with such efficiency that some of his friends wonder if he is trained to return as quickly as possible to your side. (yeah. isagi values efficiency and like how he wants a goal, he wants to enjoy his date with you.)

comfort hcs tho, when you feel insecure or down in some ways talk to him. he might pick up the bad mood but he isn't the type to try and overstep when you don't want to tell him. and as said before, he is a really good listener who is always there for you, so it will really do you good.

sometimes protest but he loves it when you play with his hair one way or another. ruffle it, pat it, style it—do as you wish. bonus if you are in front of him, in his lap, in the comfort of your shared abode. clingy isagi coming out again.

he hugs in the same way he kisses. they are long and heartfelt. one could use "passionate" to describe them, if it isn't for a certain chaste-esque mannerism that is almost always there.

the only time it is not is when the two of you are in private but because this is a family account. not going there.

[perrywrites]

Asking “Can you… Can you hold my hand?” during your first time together, part 1;

NSFW

Includes; Isagi, Hiori, Bachira

Part 2 (Barou, Shidou, Karasu) and part 3 (Reo, Chigiri, Nagi) and part 4 (Rin, Sae, Kunigami) and part 5 (Otoya, Oliver, Yukimiya) and part 6 (Kaiser, Ness, Kiyora)

Isagi: he was nervous but eager to get it in. His hands had been trembling the entire time he touched you and stripped you, layer by layer, but now? Now he just wanted you. It’s when he’s laser focusing on you, his head heated up, blood pumping, completely out of it from the excitement of what he’s about to do to you, that your voice all of a sudden snaps him out of his reverie. “Can you… Can you hold my hand?” Can he hold your hand? Of fucking course he can. Shit, fuck, of course he can. “O-oh… yeah, yeah… I can do that,” he mumbles, fumbling for a moment, his hand quickly and clumsily reaching out to intertwine with yours, still pinning you down into the bed. His heart is still fluttering wildly from your cute request. Fuck, he feels almost embarassed somehow, for some reason, at himself, like a pervert, but at the same time, he can’t bring himself to care about it too much. He wants to make you his already, be inside you, claim you, claim this adorable woman asking him to hold her hand before he enters her. He was finally going to claim you after yearning for so long. He wasn’t going to be able to let go of you now, hand or otherwise. You’re giving him your first time, letting him make you his, he felt lovesick, heart clenching painfully. He’s your first, and he will be your last. Don’t expect to get away from him now. 

Hiori: he’s already holding it, wdym hold your hand? No, because this man, despite it being his own first time as well, remained slow and gentle throughout. He whispered words of love to you, a handful of precious promises, his lips ghosting and trailing across your skin with so much care. Hands lingering and caressing your body so tenderly, like you were the most precious thing in the world - and you are, you are the most important thing to him. Nothing, and I mean nothing, means more to him. So, of course, without even you having to ask, he would slip his hand into your hand, a warm lover’s lock, as he prepares himself to enter you. He is romantic, face flushed and eyes dazed. He can’t wait to be inside of you. God, it’s so sweet how beautiful and soft you look beneath him, all red and sensitive like that, all for him and only him. He’s yours and you’re his, and nothing can change that. You don’t understand how much you mean to him. You’re his sanctuary. His heart is yours now, permanently - or rather it had been yours since a long while ago. Don’t leave him. Since you’ve let him in now, it’s okay if he doesn’t leave, right? Because he’s not going to leave you, and he’s not going to let you leave either. Ever. 

Bachira: he couldn’t wait to be inside of you, oh god. His lips all over, he keeps on kissing you, eager, so eager, his hands are all over your body, squeezing and feeling you up, moans and groans pouring through his mouth inbetween kisses at. You feel so good, oh god, your skin was soft, so soft, so doughy. His lips vacant your trembling mouth, returning to your neck filled up with marks as he sucks another one into your bruised skin, never enough, god, he needs more of you, so much more. His hands grab your thighs and spread your legs open as he whimpers. “Inside… I need to be inside you so bad.” and he pauses at the sound of your shaky voice. You want him to hold your hand? Request granted. Immediately, he holds himself up with an elbow by your head, his other hand sliding across to intertwine with yours, and he’s peppering kisses across your cheek as he mumbles almost incoherently about cute you are. So adorable. Too adorable. You were letting him take your first time, just like that, huh? He was so happy, pinning you beneath him like this, his hand holding your trembling hand down as your dewy eyes quivered, shy. He was so happy you were his girlfriend, that you were letting him have you like this. After all, as he had decided a long time ago when he first fell in love with you, he was going to make you his bride, come hell or heaven. No other man would ever, ever get a taste of you. You were his, and only his. 

Who should I do for part 2? >:3c

[satrs]

Can’t feel my face - bllk x fem!Reader N°8

warnings: mention of sex.

"Well where are you two coming from just now?"

Oliver stated in a teasing manner, looking at you and Shidou stepping out of the elevator. "Had fun?"

Shidou nodded eagerly, a joyful smile implanted on his features. You only huffed out a small laugh, questioning the man where Sae is.

"Oliverrr! Come on, let's gooo", the girl who wrapped herself around his neck whined, causing the man to click his tongue.

"Seems you also had your fun", shidou stated, earning a questionable look from Oliver.

"Not in the slightest. As you can tell." The heavy weight on his neck soon disappeared after his words, causing him to sigh out at the relief, hand reaching up to ease the tension.

But the relief didn't last for long, when a sharp pain rushed through Oliver, imprint of the woman's hand visible on his cheek in a red tone, "Ouch."

"Asshole!", the woman spat, huffing out a mass of air before sprinting off, Oliver not sparing her another glance.

Shidou snickered at the scene that just unfolded before him, tapping the young man on the shoulder, "Couldn't be me, bro. Show my pretty girl where the boy genius is, alright? I gotta head home, I'm trashed.", he stated, leaning down to plant a soft kiss onto your forehead.

"Today's the best day of my life, honest. Let's meet up sometime, hmm?" you giggled at his action, agreeing before heading off with the raven haired male.

"You're a terrible playboy, you know that?", you teased the man, earning a low chuckle from him in return.

"And you're a homie hopper, huh?", he shot back, attacking you.

"A certified at that", you responded. "What's up with Sae's nickname anyway?",

"Just what it sounds like, princess. He's a damn genius. He has not even once stepped a foot into the ring and knows more about boxing than anyone 'round here."

You raised an eyebrow at that, surprised by the fact that Sae had a name to him too. The boy genius? Didn't sound as bad as the other ones, to be honest.

"And what's yours? Playboy of the ring?", you asked, causing the man to turn around and snicker at your teasing. You really couldn't irritate him, huh? Always smiling or laughing at teasing comments, what the hell is up with him?

"I wish, but no. They called me the final wall. Cuz' no one ever managed to get past me." You looked at him, interested and hoping to hear more. "But I'm not boxing no more."

This made you even more curious, "Why not?"

"Cuz' of that damn Mikage. You know how normally the bet's money or other valuable things? Well, Reo sure as hell needs no damn money anyway, so he thinks of creative shit." Oliver explained.

"So, when I was up against that spoiled brat Nagi, he made a bet. A big one at that. He said, that if I won, I would become the official owner of Blue lock, that also included all the business and money it made and all that stuff. No one would say no to sum' big chunks."

You nodded in agreement, waiting for him to continue. "But if I were to lose, I would have to stop boxing. Forever. Well, you can tell what happened from then. I was a damn dumbass. I underestimated that brat, and overestimated myself."

You felt sorry for him. It must feel awful to be robbed of the thing that you loved so much- if not lived for.

"But it's alright. I can still be on the ring, just not literally. I train Barou and teach him all the stuff I know. I never thought watching from afar would be so fun."

"You should teach him how to properly talk to people. He's damn disrespectful." A grin creeped its way to Oliver's lips at that, leaning down to your level, whispering into your ear, "but I did a good job at teaching him how to eat pussy, huh?"

Goosebumps rose all over your body from his answer, embarrassed but also aroused by the feeling of his breath hot in your neck.

„There you are. I went looking for you almost everywhere.“ Thank god. You didn’t know what else to do after Oliver's comment, relieved to see Sae.

You were quick to move to him, causing Oliver to look after your figure, chuckling at your state.

Likewise, you were such a tease yourself but couldn’t handle a little bit of his? Cliché.

How would you react to him teasing you differently than words? He was dying out of curiosity.

But he would save you up for later, not here around the other men, eyes fixated on you.

He still didn’t know how and when to do it, but the time will come. Most definitely.

„You got my keys? I’m tired and still got work tomorrow.“

Sae nodded at that, a bit sad at the fact that he barely got to spend any time with you here.

He handed you the keys, and you bid him goodbye and went out on your merry way.

„Wait up pretty. Could you spare me a ride? I got here with Shidou, and he’s gone now sooo“, Oliver mentioned, earning an amused huff from the woman.

“Sooo you can walk home I guess.” You walked out of the building, heading to your car.

„C‘mon! Y/nnnn, I really do need a ride, I’m not foulin‘ you pretty!“ He sounded desperate.

He could’ve easily asked Sae or even Barou, but where would the fun be in that?

“Alright, move your ass.” You let out a defeated sigh, stomping your way to the driver’s seat, banging the door closed.

He let out a small laugh, quickly moving to the passenger’s seat.

You'll be a fun one, that's for sure.

"So, where should I drop you off?", you inquired after starting the engine, driving off.

It was silent for a while, causing you to quickly glance at him, urging him to answer.

"At your place."

You were quick to harshly step on the breaks in the middle of the road, looking at him shocked.

This caused the man to erupt in loud laughter, "I was just playin' pretty girl. Also, you're hellaaa lucky no one's on the road right now."

"What the fuck, Aiku?" You were irritated and annoyed that you were so foolish. Of course, he would want to fuck, what else would a guy like him want when he's asking you to drive him home.

"Damn, no more 'Oli'? I'm hurt." What the hell? What is wrong with this man?

"Are you stoned or something? What makes you think I would want to fuck-" "I never said anything about fuck, did I?", his tone was more serious, leaning his head against the window while looking at you intensely.

Damn does eyes, you thought. It was impossible to escape from his gaze once he captured you in it, his different colored eyes too interesting to not look at, observe.

"Then what the hell do you want? Look, I'm tired, and I need to go to work tomorrow-" He broke through your words, interrupting you.

"I wanna get to know you, Y/N." Yes, he must've had one or two lines, because there is no way he would think that you buy that weak ass cover up lie.

You just looked at him, flabbergasted by his behavior. Suddenly, a loud honk came from the back, causing you to snap back to the road, quickly starting your engine to drive.

"I'll drop you off at the subway. Look how you get home, I don't care."

"I'm serious, you know?", you huffed, eyebrows knitting in annoyance, keeping your eyes firmly on the road, because you knew if you looked at him, you would straight up drive to your home.

"Look, I was supposed to crash at that girl's crib earlier, but she just wanted to get dicked down. And I'm definitely not in the mood for that right now."

You stayed silent, but still listening to him. So he has nowhere to live? Why?

"I'm kinda short on money since that shit with Reo and Nagi happened." He admitted honestly, earning your sympathy with each word that left his lips.

"I just need somewhere to stay. A few days at max. I'll get my wage by that time and search for a prominent job to-"

"Shut it." he thought he would have to sleep on the streets tonight at the sound of your voice, but as he saw you turn the other way, away from the subway, a wave of relief washed over him.

He felt embarrassed to ask you, but did he really have a choice? Sae defiantly wouldn't take him, seeing him as a weight on the ankle. And Barou? He wouldn't hear the end of it. Shidou? Out of question.

Reo or Nagi? Hell nah.

Suddenly he was silent, a bit too silent for your liking. Where are his snarky comments? His teasing? He was turning shy on you now?

He interrupted your thoughts with his next words, causing you to take a quick look at him at the honest sound of his voice, "Thank you. Really."

Your lips formed into a thin line, he had a hard time, you could tell. Your gaze went back onto the road, "No biggie."



"Sooo", you began, careful to utter your thoughts out loud. You didn't have a guest room, only a rarely spacious couch for the matter.

"I'm no one to state extra wishes. I'll sleep anywhere, couch is fine." he shrugged, rubbing his neck nervously.

You hummed, standing in front of him for a minute or two, before making your way into your bedroom.

"There is another toothbrush in the shelf under the sink. I also got a big shirt if you want."

He breathed out a small laugh at your care, "All good, pretty."

You nodded at his answer, "I'll get going. Good night." "Night. Take a good rest."

You threw yourself on the bed after you changed into your sleeping wear, going for just a pair of panties and a simple undershirt, given the rather high temperatures at night currently.

What is even happening right now?

You never had this much action in your life. Two good fucks in one night? Possibly going on a date with the richest man soon? And one sexy ass guy in your living room right now?

This must be a dream.

Your thoughts got interrupted by a knock on your door, animating you to stand up and open it.

There stood Oliver before you, only in his black sweatpants hanging low, showcasing his boxers and V-line.

„Uhmm, I wanted to ask if I could shower? And could I get a towel, if it’s not a bother.“

You forcefully tried to get your eyes up to his face, as if they were glued to his incredibly well-trained body.

„Uhm sure, yes. Yes wait of course.“ you muttered in a nervous manner, causing the man to feel a bit worried.

„You alright pretty? I can also just go I don’t necessarily need to-„

„NO! Uhhh no, no. I mean yes I fine hah, why wouldn’t I be?“

His eyebrow raised in question as you sprinted to grab a towel for him from your closet, quickly handing it to him, avoiding his gaze.

„Thanks. For everything.“ he told you, earning a small nervous smile from you.

„I-it���s fine. Goodnight.“ you quickly closed the door in his face, leaning against the door while letting out a small huff.

Oliver's eyes widened in surprise, but quickly shrugging it off and making his way into the shower.

You on the other hand were trying your best to contain yourself. Why the hell did he wear no shirt? Was he trying to flatter you? Fuck, this was too much.

You didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable or anything, since he clearly stated earlier that he wasn’t in the mood for any sexual activities.

But fuck, he looked so delicious in only his pants, his trained body made you want to just jump on him and-

Y/N. Go to fucking sleep.

As Oliver felt the warm water fall over his raven locks and down his body, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head, no matter how hard he tried to do so.

Your nipples were perfectly outlined in your thin undershirt, areola and rest of your tits a bit visible, leaving just a little bit for the mind to imagine.

And your panties, those damn panties. Why would you do that to him? Couldn’t you put on pants or at least some shorts?

Actually, never mind. He was happy with what he got to see, but being bricked up in the shower of the woman he told and promised not to have any sexual intentions on the mind with did not help him right now.

He placed his arm on the shower wall, leaning his forehead against it while looking down at his erected length.

You wouldn’t come in right now, right? He could just keep quiet and-

“Fuck.”



ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

Hihihi^^ Who do you like most so far?

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOOO “let’s not be hateful” I could never because I’m sorry to say but some people deserve the hate..!!! Let’s just say I’ll never gossip or shit talk without good reason….

And FR its not like you can’t enjoy a villain without acknowledging the actual. Yk. Villain parts…like let’s not ignore the pile of corpses Sukuna left behind (as an example)!!! And bro those yuki haters<<<<<< like if you’re thinking that then literally any convo could’ve swayed geto..? I mean those types of topics are bound to pop up someway or another in jujutsu society like it could’ve been anyone….if anything I’d also say that Gojo had more influence on him than yuki like?? But you don’t see people blaming gojo??? Getos character has a lot of potential fs but yeah ugh some parts of the fandom…..

LMFOAOAOA WAIT I WOULD DIE FOR A POV SWITCH MOMENT THATD BE SO FUNNY HAHAHAHA im actually crying the “hot but scary neighbor” is too funny

All the other bllkers being like haha wtf and y/n just face palming….imagine he also comes up with more ridiculous excuses like the high quality honey excuse…”oh sorry my cockatiel needs a root canal” “sorry I need to go drive my sister to an appointment halfway across the country” etc OR he keeps using the same lame excuse like “oh sorry gotta take a shit” and at some point the bllkers convene like damn that man really is full of shit…LMAO I guess he’d only be able to pull that off on the more oblivious members/people who don’t care like Nagi Bachira and Isagi though HAHA I can imagine the moment yuki losing it would make me laugh so hard like calm mature soft spoken yuki finally being like “NO!!! SHE LIKES YOU DUMBASS!!! IS YOUR BRAIN FILLED WITH HAIRWAX???? ITS YOU MF!!!”

Omg wait that’s so annoying…I hope your symptoms get better!!!! Actually I mean you probably don’t have any on you but I’ve found that ginger based candy is really helpful for nauseousness!! I’m not a huge fan of ginger myself but I can usually live with ginger candy!! And it helps with any queasy feelings so if you ever wanna give that a shot…but YAY SWITZERLAND!!! Have fun and enjoy the flight!!! See you on the flip side LMAO

-Karasu anon

i fear i AM a shit talker at heart like i’m super nice 99% of the time but the second someone crosses me or my friends i let loose (although not in public and only w people i trust because i’m not trying to start drama!!) 🤫 it truly is part of the human condition but it has to be done properly…some people go crazy with it and just are plain mean

LITERALLY WHAT I’M SAYING like anything could’ve made him snap at that point ☝🏻 it just so happened to be yuki because she was there but it’s not her fault as such because he was already way too far gone atp…people are always like “she shouldn’t have talked abt something so sensitive when he was obviously spiraling 🥺” HOW TF WOULD SHE KNOW?? maybe he just looks like that all of the time she literally has never met this kid plus i’m sure he’s not the first sorcerer to be depressed 😭 just the first to go crazy

no because IMAGINEEE like reader is all blushy because barou keeps visiting to yell at her and she’s like “oh my god he definitely has a crush on me oh my god he’s so fine he lowkey looks kinda murderous but it’s really attractive actually 😳🤤” meanwhile barou is like “you have 13 minutes to clear that snow off of my driveway before i kill you myself”

PLEASEEE KARASU IS NOTTT ESCAPING THE IBS ALLEGATIONS 😭😭😭 i think the first would def be otoya because karasu wouldn’t even need to make anything up to get that date to happen LMAO and as it goes on the excuses get progressively weirder…like with reo he just says smth like “oh sorry i’m feeling a bit under the weather i can’t make it” but by the time we get to nagi he straight up is just like “bro i’ve been kidnapped let’s do smth another time” and nagi is like “okay 👍” HFKSJSJ yuki is a patient guy but he has his limits 😔 one can only take so much two way pining and ridiculous mishaps before they snap 😰

THANK YOUU 🥹 i have been dealing w reproductive system issues for like foreverrrr my periods are so bad 😩💔 apparently it takes abt three months for your body to adjust to birth control and i’m on like month 3.25 so hoping to see some improvements soon 🫦 the flight wasn’t horrible!! def could’ve been worse…excited to be here finally though!! even if i’m super nauseous still 😓

[dddrakens]

barou shouei | bluelock

day 3: cock worship | kinktober 2021

warnings: 18+! blowjob, light pet play (if ya squint), ownership, very light sub/dom dynamics, god mention

a/n: this reader is gender neutral! also, this took a very soft turn, it’s not what I had planned at all ♡︎

It’s easy to worship a man who acts like a god.

And, as a god, he thinks himself above all others, takes what he wants without question, and gives what he deems necessary.

Ah, therein lies the rub.

What he deems. Not what you want or what you like; what he thinks you deserve, what he thinks you need.

You kneel pretty on the carpet between his legs as he sits on his bed, like a king would a throne. A brand new Tiffany and Co. padlock lays against your skin, twinkles in the lamplight while he fiddles with it, looks it over, scrutinises it; considering he’d gifted it to you only moments ago, he doesn’t seem impressed in the slightest.

But he’s handsome like this: hair down, naked, almost glowing. Ethereal. You’ve never met a man who moisturises after a shower, but you always offer to do it for him regardless.

Thick fingers tap at your chin, a silent order to look up at him, which you follow without pause. Red eyes take in your face, an eyebrow raising in silent judgement.

“Thank you, Barou,” you glance down at the heart-shaped padlock, face warming, but he taps your chin again, demanding your attention. “I-It’s beautiful,” you stammer, a little flustered.

“It’s not there for decoration,” he says firmly, still stoic. “It’s a declaration. You’re mine.”

“‘M yours,” you nod, almost breathless at the sentiment. You wanna say always, because it sounds lovely in your head, but the thought of him telling you not to get too comfortable crosses your mind, and you bite your tongue.

He’s told (read: warned) you a few times of the lovers before you, about how they expected things from him, things he just wouldn’t give. Barou’s an egotistical bastard if you’ve ever met one, but you like him and his ways— maybe a little too much.

He watches you a little longer, those eyes of his giving nothing away. Sometimes it feels like he can read your mind, but it seems now he���s having a hard time of it.

“How are you going to thank me?” He asks, leaning closer, gripping your chin and tugging it so he’s speaking against your lips. “Your collar wasn’t cheap, pet.”

You whimper as your tummy flutters, your hands going to his knees as you push up, pressing your lips to his. When you pull away from the kiss, you eye off his cock: thick, heavy, hanging flaccid against his hefty sack. “I’ll suck it? Can… may I please suck it?”

You watch as it twitches at your words, and Barou grunts a pleased sound, spreads his great legs wider, giving you a better view to take him in.

“I like it when you use your manners,” he murmurs, hand going to the top of your head, petting your hair, gently fondling your ear as you lean closer, rub your tongue against it’s spongey head.

You can feel your arousal in your underwear, addicted to his hard-won praise, needing more. More throaty grunts, more offhanded comments, more of his hands on you.

Your hands run up his powerful thighs, fingertips pressing into his soft— impossibly soft— skin. He waxes, which isn’t strange for a world-class athlete, but you didn’t think it’d ever be something you’re into. Of course, Barou proves you wrong once again.

Just like you never thought being called a possession, or a pet, or a beggar, would do anything for you, Barou has proved you wrong.

His cock is more than a mouthful, even soft, but you do your best to swallow him whole. Blunt nails scratch at your scalp as he exhales above you, and you feel him come alive against your tongue, quickly outgrowing the cavern of your mouth.

You pop off him with a gasp, but take no pause, diving right back in; you hold him at his base, slide up and down his shaft, hollowing your cheeks, feeling his cock throb between your lips, along your tongue, taking him in until he’s hitting the back of your throat.

He likes it like that. Hard and fast. Likes it when your eyes are watery, and you’re drooling all over his balls, humming around his shaft—

“Cock-drunk,” he breathes, tugging you off by your hair, tilting your head until your glassy eyes are meeting his. There’s a flush in his face, his eyes a little softer than before. “Who’s my little whore?”

You have to clear your throat, “me. I am,” and you try and slink out of his grip, to get back to his cock, but he holds you there, eyes narrowing a little.

“Only mine.” he says darkly, cementing the statement.

“Y-yours,” you nod, feeling saliva dribble down your chin, down your throat.

“Good,” he grunts, loosening his hold, allowing you to get back to your task.

But you don’t. You lean up and press your lips to his. He’s shocked, sucks in a little breath when you pull away, pump his cock in your hand.

“And you’re mine? R-right, Barou?” You hate how desperate you sound, hate how there’s a lump in your throat, that you’re expecting him to push you away, to throw you out for being too needy, for overstepping—

He pulls your hair again, harder, brings you close. “I belong to no one,” he breathes, and your stomach falls, devastation washing over you like a cold shower— “but you have my heart.” His other hand cups your jaw as the grip on the one in your hair loosens, and he presses his lips to your forehead. Tenderly.

The bubble of emotion in your throat threatens to burst and spill— real tears along with it— as you sit up on your knees, his hands cupping you gently. He pulls away, eyes intense, searing into you, and you’re speechless.

He seems to understand, and let’s you go, hands moving to brace himself as he leans back a little, the hard lines of his abs, obliques, and pecks defining as he flexes, laying himself bare for you.

You take in the view, but don’t dwell, getting back to work, needing to prove how much you worship this man— this god, who has decided to entrusted you with his heart.

Barou’s girthy and long on a good day, but he seems to grow in your mouth; the heady scent of something entirely masculine mingling with the buttery honey of his moisturiser filling your senses, the bitter taste of pre hitting the back of your throat.

Saliva floods your mouth when he triggers your gag reflex, tears finally spilling when he thrusts up a little too sharply, a choked sound vibrating around his cock as you mewl, still full of him. It doesn’t deter you though, if anything it spurs you on.

You move faster with more lubrication, stopping only to lick and suck at his balls, his perineum, before sliding back over him, swallowing him best you can, savouring the breathy gasp that falls from his lips.

Because more than verbal praise or bought gifts, what you desire is him. His essence.

His thick cum.

You want it so much your own excitement hurts, one hand holding his shaft still, the other between his legs, pad of your thumb pushing against that spot of skin beneath his sack, feeling for that subtle twitch that signals—

His huge, strong hand hits against the back of your head and holds you close as he simultaneously thrusts up, pushing your nose against his neatly trimmed pubes, head of his cock nestling deep in your throat.

As he exhales— a dirty, gruff, indecent sound— two things happen: one, he cums thickly down your throat, fingernails scratching your scalp as you choke and writhe for air.

And two, you cum.

It’s all a little hazy after that. He fucks you raw, fucks you hard, then he bathes you; washes your hair, scrubs your skin, leaves you to soak with some tea in his giant brass tub.

But there is one thing that keeps you smiling, even in your hazy, lethargic state of mind.

Your god has given you his heart.