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#blue lock x poc!reader
kazvha · 4 months
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Okay but blue lock character(s) after seeing that their name in your phone is just “name surname” after you send them a ss of something and they are like “Excuse me??????” (Bachira totally wouldn’t go all pouty and mad because he has you as some cheesy as shit with million emojis)
Summary: Isagi's & Bachira's (separate) reaction when they see that you saved them as their surname
Notes: This was long due, I'm so sorry for taking so long!!!🥲
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Isagi
• You showed him the picture you set as the background for your chats
• It was a pic of you and Isagi being all lovey-dovey on one of your dates
• He loved it, his background is also a picture of you two
• But he was surprised when he saw your contact name for him
• 'Isagi'????
• He wasn't sure if he should ask you about it or not
• He pondered about it the entire time you spend together
• Before you could say goodbye though, he finally asked you. It just took him a few hours🥲
• "Earlier when you showed me your phone, I saw that you saved me as my surname? Can't it be something... more intimate?" He sheepishly looked to the side
• You thought it was really cute of him
• "You're saved as 'Yoichi<333' now! Happy?" You gave him a side hug.
• He smiled. "Yeah."
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Bachira
• You noticed that Bachira chose a new ridiculous profile pic like he always does
• Intrigued, you took a screenshot of it and texted your boyfriend about it
• "Megu, what in the world is wrong with your new profile pic?"
• "Oh this is? This is just me running away from some aggressive ducks after I noticed I don't have any breadcrumbs anymore. Doesn't it look funny?"
• After cracking up for some minutes about this memory, he noticed the contact name he had in the screenshot you sent him
• 'Bachira Meguru'??? Seriously??
• No nickname, no hearts, no nothing!?
• Did you want to break him?
• "Babe what is this :("
• "What?"
• He sent you the screenshot you took again, but this time his name was boldly underlined with a red color
• "THIS!😤" "Don't you love me anymore?? Is that it???😭😭😭
• This guy... Being dramatic as always in your relationship
• You quickly replied before it escalated more
• "Noooo😭 That's what I saved you as when I got your number, I forgot to change it lol"
"Change it now before my heart breaks completely🥺😔"
• You really didn't have the energy to deal with a sulking boyfriend. It was already tiring to deal with him in his 'normal state'...
• So you changed his name to 'Honeybun🍯💛' and sent him a screenshot as a proof
• "Much better😍 I guess I won't have to break out of the Blue Lock facility anymore😃"
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ranspuppy · 2 months
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I really gotta start writing again….yall send in yall requests pls🥲 deep shit in writers block
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infrunamie · 4 months
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prof!reader x needy afab!men.
“since your already a wreck from my cock between your thighs,” you press a hand on his stomach feeling your bulge. “imagine how id feel inside,”
“p–please inside, stretch me full,” his cunt throbbed under your cock, drooling for you to touch his womb. “so wet n’ ready for you,”
“i know baby, i know,” you kiss his forehead while using both hands to press his thighs harder on you. “but class is starting soon.”
“why’re you– fuck– why’re doing this t’me, been so g-good for you.” his brows furrow as he glares at you, tears pricking his waterline. his hands grab the edge of your desk showing his chest off to you. and you indulge, leaning down to suck his nipple.
“gonna cum soon, please, inside,” he wailed clenching his thighs, “shoot your cum in-inside,” he spread his legs as an attempt to coax you.
his core tightened around nothing as slick dribbled down. fuck it.
you quickly but with precision thrusted into him, melting when his velvety walls embraced you. “haa…oh shit baby, so so good,” you relaxed into a sturdy thrusting pace, and the man under you wailed. grasping onto your shoulders for support.
“doors don’t open till i say so,” you leaned down to his ear, “ill be sure to give you exactly what you’ve been waiting so patiently for.”
kaveh, kaeya, tighnari, tartaglia, keigo, eren, naruto, itadori, isagi, satoru, your faves
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sei-rq · 1 year
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Headcannons on Pervert!Bachira Meguru (NSFW)
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[A/N]- Megs is so possessive here, he is manupilative asf,these might've been the filthiest headcannons I've ever written,sorry not sorry.
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Pervert!Bachira Meguru who knows you through a mutual friend (Yoichi <3) and when you both first meet you instantly hit it off, little do you know that he's not as nice and innocent as he makes himself appear to be.
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who ends up getting your contact and social media info after you both first meet because "I'd love to make more friends! after all any friend of Isagi is a friend of mine!" but that statement is just partially true because he just wanted your Instagram ID so he could jerk off to you at night.
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who hasn't been able to get his mind off of you ever since you both met, but hey those pictures he took of you when you weren't looking are still locked away in his camera roll if he misses you too much.
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who hugs you when you both meet again saying he is really excited to hangout with you, acting all innocent! when he really just wanted to feel your tits and how soft they are
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who takes you to the beach as a first date just so he could see you in a bikini and sneak some pictures of you in said bikini.
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who actually genuinely likes you! not just for your body though, your body is just a bonus, he likes how innocent you are and how easily he could break you apart.. so cute so fragile..
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who puts his hand around your waist to guide you through crowded places, you think it's cute and how sweet and caring he is! it just gives you butterflies.. but he does that because he wants to feel you up and this is the best way to do so without making it seem weird.
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who steals your first kiss when you both have a sleepover, You're completely unaware as you're literally sleeping, oh [Y/N] how dumb can you be trusting someone so easily and letting your guard down so easily? you're really pathetic aren't you.. he'll have to make sure to protect you from other people, after all he has already marked you as his..
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who touches you everywhere, during said sleepover.. he even ends up leaving a hickey on your neck, which you're confused of when you wake up. but his excuse is "Must've been a bug, quite a big one at that! does it hurt? are you okay?" you really are a bimbo, because you believed every word he said, after all why would Meguru do that? he's your friend! he would never!!
When you both start dating, he can't keep his hands off of you, kissing you all over, touching you all over, because he's your boyfriend so why not? Pervert!Bachira Meguru, will have his way with you without you even realizing it
Lastly he gaslights you into having your first time with him, saying things like "I understand if you don't want me to be your first, I know I'm not deserving of it.. I really am not a good boyfriend or a good friend am I?.." Pervert!Bachira Meguru.. is a very good manipulator.. because otherwise you would have noticed all the off putting things he has done before you both started dating.. no normal friends do stuff like he used to do..
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diorst4rr · 8 months
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I <3 YA! isagi yoichi
━︎━︎━︎━︎ isagi sees ur fine self at a cookout hosted by shidou and starts acting like a damn dog. black fem reader. headcannon.
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Shidou was hosting a cookout in his backyard because he dgaf and wanted to get turnt. He invited all the people from Blue Lock that would make the party interesting, Sae, some friends and family and his pretty next door neighbor: you 😛
Originally you wasn’t gonna go because Shidou was mad annoying. Trust you never wanted to move from a house so badly until you met him.
But you could smell the patties, chicken, corn and food they was grilling from your room which was EXTREMELY TEMPTING.
Since you got invited, might as well get a plate right?
When you got there Shidou greeting you immediately, throwing an arm around your shoulder and invading your personal space—as always.
“Wassup mamas, you finally decided to come huh?” He asks, taking a quick sip from the drink he had in his red cup.
“Didn’t come for you.” You say quickly, “I’m just getting a bite then dipping.”
Shidou rolls his eyes at you before pushing you forward.
“I’m tired of your boujee ass. You really think I’m gonna let you steal my food then dip? Try it and see what will happen.” He says before walking away.
You shrug your shoulders. He wasn’t gon do nothing, you told yourself—heading over to where the food was served.
As you stood in line, you felt a presence behind you. But it wasn’t that weird sort-of “off putting” presence. It was like you could tell the person standing behind you was hot as fuck. You turned around for a quick glance to see the most attractive man you’ve probably seen up close.
He must’ve been one of Shidou’s football friends—you thought to yourself. You couldn’t help but notice how tall and muscular he was, which was definitely a plus to his person.
“S’cuse me, could you pass me a plate?” You hear from behind you. Well damn. His voice was swoon worthy too.
As you reach to for a plate, your turn around to hand it to him, finally getting a good look of his face.
“Here you go.” You say as you hand him the plate. Not missing the way his fingers brush against yours as he takes it from you.
“‘Preciate it.”
And that’s how the two of you met!
As you guys were in line y’all started talking. Firstly about how long the line was taking, the music that was playing and how good the food was gonna be once you guys ate it.
By the time that conversation ended the two of you already felt like good friends.
You found out his name was Isagi and the two of you decided to talk to each other while eating. While you thought that he was fine and a interesting person, Isagi had heart eyes.
For him, he didn’t know what to except after accepting to go to this cookout. In truth he was only going because Shidou said they got good food—and he was tired of the Blue Lock diet.
When he got there he partied a little, talked to some people and after a while ate some food. (which was good as fuck 😛)
But then it got a bit boring and he was deciding to go home—but not before getting another plate of food 😗
That’s when he saw you. Standing in line with yo fine self. And he was absolutely MESMERIZED.
I mean, to Isagi you was the bested dressed mf in this place. And you wasn’t even trying at all. Not to mention the way your shorts hugged your thighs—
Come on we all know Isagi is a thigh man. 🫶🏾🩷
But anyways, he just KNEW he had to speak to you. So he took that chance.
When he asked you to pass a plate and heard your voice WHEWWWW— you sounded so angelic and all you said was three words.
Isagi had never been THIS down bad for a person before. He was starting to think that maybe it was because he hadn’t interacted with girls for a while…
But the more he started making small talk to you, the more he started to fall in love.
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© DIORST4RR
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jze010 · 1 year
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╭﹐❣︎﹕ They Find Out You,re A Girl﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 - 𝖬𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖴 𝖡. 𝖪𝖴𝖭𝖨𝖦𝖠𝖬𝖨 𝖱. 𝖸𝖮𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨 𝖨. 𝖱𝖤𝖮 𝖬.
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cw/tw. fluff, teasing (not sexually)
an. got this idea from watching Mulan 🙎🏽‍♀️ also they might be a tad bit oc but not really, i just started watching Blue lock and i’m already on episode 11 so i do apologize if they seem oc. Also i’m only doing four characters since it’s my first time writing for this anime but next one there will be more people! anywho enjoooyyyy .
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𝖬𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖴 𝖡𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖠
It didn’t take him that long to put two and two together that you were a fake male.
I mean the hints were obvious, your feminine body, you’re a tad bit shorter than the group, your scent was way different and you were always the last one to leave the locker room. He was surprised the others didn’t catch on when the hints were there but he wasn’t going to tell on you, honest truth is he likes you and took interest in you so there’s no point in snitching. Your skills were unmatched, you were fast and extremely talented, seeing that you placed 270 on your band made him question things about the rank, the way your body has control over itself when having the ball, your dribbling skills..that’s what made him interested into you which made you both end up being friends.
Spending your time with him and growing more of a bond you started to grow slight feelings for him…but that’s for another time ;)
You on the other hand were utterly shocked that they didn’t catch on you were a girl..maybe they were just dumb or too focused on winning the matches. After the game with Team V, all of you guys celebrated in the locker room with screams and laughs of joy, you were blessed that none of them were completely naked especially Bachira for some reason who was always butt booty naked,
It was all laughs and smiles that night as the boys made their way back to the room deciding to do the tradition celebration potluck, Isagi noticed you weren’t with the group questioning you on why you weren’t following along, “Hey (Y/N), you coming?” You simply shook your head with a soft smile, “Ah, no imma stay back for a while i gotta do something. I’ll catch up with you guys later,” He hummed with a nod before walking out of the door catching up with the group, seeing that he finally left you sighed in relief taking off the blue jersey tossing it on the bench as well taking your hair out of the short ponytail you had in with your locs.
Sighing once more you placed your head against the locker feeling your heart speed up, “It’s too late to turn back now,” You mumbled, before you had the chance to recollect yourself you felt a hot breath hit your neck, “So you are a girl..?” You gasped lightly, quickly turning around to be faced with Bachira who slightly towered over you with a grin on his face, your back instantly collided with the lockers as you looked up at him staring into his gold eyes with your shocked ones, “Bachira!? It’s not what you think-“ He hummed, leaning his face closer down to yours to the point you feel his breath hit your lips, “Oh cmon (Y/N), there’s no reason to keep lying, yeah?” You opened your mouth to defend yourself but quickly closed it knowing he was right.
There was no getting out of this even if you tried, you huffed looking away. “How did you even figure out i was a girl?” He shrugged his shoulders, “It was obvious really, your scent is different from ours, you’re a lot shorter and your body is more feminine which completed the whole thing.'' When he finished, you could physically feel your eye twitch. YOU WERE THAT OBVIOUS?! I mean you were obvious but you didn’t think you were THAT obvious, you thought if you worked out more with your back muscles it would’ve at least not given them the hint you had a feminine body! Seeing your utter defeat he chuckled, “There’s no reason to be defeated, I'm the only one who catched on with your little secret,” Well that made everything better you guessed, “Just..Bachira please don’t say anything. If they find out they’re gonna freak out and if that maniac in the computer finds out i’m gonna get kicked out.” You sighed looking into his eyes, he hummed in response looking into your (E/C) orbs as if he’s getting lost into them, with a small smile.
“Your secret is safe with me sweets.”
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𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖴𝖪𝖤 𝖪𝖴𝖭𝖨𝖦𝖠𝖬𝖨
The only reason he found out is when your voice accidentally slipped when you were training together.
You didn’t mean to lose your temper honestly! But he was teasing you about how bad you couldn’t block his shots and being the short temper person you lost your cool and accidentally let your real voice slip, hearing your slighter high pitched voice from your fake deep one echo through the training room as you both stood there in utter silence staring at one another.
Kunigami stood there with wide eyes staring at you as you avoided his stare at all cost. You lost your cool and now you’re caught, just your fucking luck any minute now you swore you could hear crickets by how silent it was. Building up the courage you cleared your throat finally forcing yourself to look up at him, “Kunigami- '' You started but got interrupted by a gasp when he backed you up into a wall, arms crossed staring down at you. Shit being corned like this by a big guy is kinda scary, “What are you doing here knowing this is an all boys union?” He questioned letting his deep voice echo through your ears, you swallowed that giant lump in your throat as you held eye contact with him, “Uhm..i just..i.” You stuttered, having a hard time to finish your sentence, for some reason hearing your stutter and seeing how difficult it was for you to finish his face softened a little knowing he probably had that mean muggin face placed.
He doesn’t know why his face did that but he didn’t really care, he sighed. “Listen (Y/N), it’s not like i’m gonna tell or snitch on you- just wanna know why a girl like you is in an all boys soccer union.” He asked with a softer tone, you groaned leaning your whole weight against the wall with your arms crossed. “As you know my passion is playing soccer and being the world's greatest spiker— and since there isn’t exactly a girl blue lock union I decided to come here instead…By” You paused looking down, “By stealing my brother's letter and basically making me into him so it would’ve been believable,” You finished, Kunigami looked at you speechless you really did the extreme to steal your own brothers letter to enter the blue lock program, “And before you say anything. Yes I know i’m a dick for doing that but he doesn’t even care about it to begin with! He only got the letter because of me so i decided to take my opportunity and steal it,” Again he looked at you in disbelief,
This is why you didn’t wanna get caught, you hated explaining things but you knew what you were getting into when joining the program, your eyes everted to his orange ones hearing him murmured, “Wow..that’s- damn (Y/N)” He slightly chuckled running a hand through his orange spiked hair, hearing his chuckle made you form a small smile of your own. “But if you did make it, that would mean you have to act like a boy for the rest of your career,” You nodded your head, pushing some of the twists out of your face, “Yeah..but i knew what i was getting into when joining. So please Kuni..keep this between us?” For some reason hearing your soft voice speak and hearing a nickname you called him made him slightly blush looking away, you paused for a minute to see his face turn slightly red, you grinned. “Are you blushing, Kuni?” There you go again, talking in that soft voice with that nickname leaving your mouth,
He grumbled, “Shut up! I’m not, and stop with the nickname.” You giggled slightly seeing how flustered he got, “Oh come on, is this your first time getting a nickname?” You questioned, he mumbled in response, “So what if it is..” You smiled once again, “So cute.” You teased, Kungami rolled his eyes feeling a small smile tug on his lips, “You keep this whole situation between us, got it?” You nodded your head, “Yessir.”
“And I'll keep this secret of yours safe.”
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𝖸𝖮𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨 𝖨𝖲𝖠𝖦𝖨
Isagi found out when he accidentally walked into the locker room seeing you shirtless with a bandaged chest and your hair down from the pony tail you had in earlier with wide eyes and a flustered face.
You didn’t notice he had came in at first till you turned around to see him by the door with wide eyes staring at you, shocking you as well pausing your actions to look at him, “(Y/N)?!” He questioned, shit you weren’t careful enough to look around your surroundings, you gulped down that giant lump in your throat, “Isagi i can explain-“ Before you could get the sentence out he ran out of the locker room with a still red face and many thoughts running in his head.
Should I tell everyone? Do I keep this to myself??
Wait no i can’t tell anyone about this or what i saw..but i can’t keep this to myself! I have to tell someone anyon-
“Hey Isagi! Where you go man?” Igarashi questioned spotting him walk into the room, Isagi looked up to the group making their eyes widen, “Woah dude! Why is your face red?” He gasped lightly forgetting his face turned red after the whole incident that just happened, “My face? I- well you see-“ He got interrupted when you walked into the room taking everyone’s attention off him and onto you, “Took you long enough!” Jingo yelled, you nervously chuckled, “Sorry guys, i took longer than expected.” You cleared, avoiding eye contact with the black head as he stared at you. “Well since everyone is here let’s all go to sleep, we have a match against Team Y tomorrow.” Gagamaru stated, everyone nodded their heads and went to the their assigned sleeping bags,
You walked to your sleeping bag that was unluckily across from Isagi avoiding all his stares, getting under the blanket, shakily breathing out to yourself, forcing your eyes closed to try to sleep it off. As for Isagi he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t when he just found out one of the best players on Team Z is a girl it was just the thought clouding his mind. He huffed as he sat up to be met with your figure, he couldn’t take it anymore he needed to talk about what happened earlier, “(Y/N),” He whispered, you flinched hearing his voice call out your name, tightening your grip on the blanket,
“We need to talk about what happened,” He said, you grumbled, “There’s nothing to talk about it,” You said in your real voice he rolled his eyes grumbling in response, “There is something we need to talk about,” Silence filled the room as you started to think to yourself, if i tell him he might sell me out to the others..but the time i’ve been playing with him and getting to know him he probably won’t..ugh why did i have to get caught. You huffed, ripping the blanket off, sitting up straight to be faced with his dark blue eyes with your own dark (E/C) ones. “Fine,”
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You leaned against the wall with your arms crossed, glaring at the hard ground. It was silent between you both, he didn’t know how to start this conversation and you didn’t feel like explaining yourself, “Uhm..so-“ You cut him off, “Isagi, listen, what you saw back in the locker room keep that between us. I can’t afford to get kicked out, I already made it this far so please just don’t sell me out.” You finally looked up to make eye contact with him, he felt his air way get caught in his throat as he stared into your eyes, he felt his face go slightly red getting a real close to your features now.
He’s now noticing how feminine your face looks, your nose, your eyes, your cheeks and lips— and your hair! He was surprised you were able to trick the whole team into thinking you’re a male, he blinked a couple of times nodding his head, “Y-Yeah..your secret is safe with me.” You sighed in relief finally letting that tense feeling go, “Thank you Isagi,” You smiled, he swore he felt his face go hotter just seeing your smile,
“Yeah..yeah..”
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Isagi has my heart <𝟥
𝖱𝖤𝖮 𝖬𝖨𝖪𝖠𝖦𝖤
Reo found out when you yelled at him not watching out for your real voice, it was when you guys had lost to Team Z. Everyone was in disbelief about the whole match, some mad some upset shi you were even pissed off about the whole thing. You were upset at yourself for not getting there on time, you let the team down you couldn’t help be feel at fault here.
The members tried to comfort you saying you tried your best but you couldn’t believe them..to make things worse Reo was frustrated and pissed off. He didn’t even mean a single word he said to you but he couldn’t control his feelings at the time, “Reo i already know i fucked up you don’t gotta remind me.” Your voice snarled glaring at the purple head through your eyelashes as he scoffed with a sarcastic grin, “I wouldn’t have to remind you if you would’ve just gotten to the ball! You’re our fourth best player, you had that!” You stood up with a scoff of your own, you took one step forward before Nagi had to hold you back, “That’s enough Reo, (Y/N) tried his best,” He defended but he only rolled his eyes, “If he was trying his best we could’ve won against them!”
That was it, you growled under your voice ripping your way out of Nagi’s hand being face to face with him, “Listen you jackass, i know i fucked up ight!? I know i didn’t get to that ball on time like i predicted but you don’t gotta put the whole blame on me! We all lost as a team and i already feel like shit for selling us that win,” The rest of the group went silent hearing your higher pitched voice from your deep one echo through the locker room, Reo eyes widened, “What happened to your..” You know you fucked up by revealing your real voice but there was no turning back now, you didn’t give a damn at the moment. You scoffed, “My voice? If you haven’t guessed it i’m a girl genius.” You said bumping into his shoulder walking out of the locker room to Team V’s room.
The locker room was silent as they saw you stomp off, Nagi sighed walking to sit on the bench as Reo stood there still in shock, “One of our best players is a girl? How did she..” One of them started, but stopped still in disbelief. Reo ran a hand through his hair staring at the ground, with a grumbled Tsurugi walked up to him placing a hand on his shoulder fixing his glasses with the other hand. “I suggest you go talk to her about an apology,” He looked up at the black head who looked at him, “Did you know about this?!” Tsurugi nodded his head looking back at Nagi who looked at the both, “Me and Nagi knew.” He slowly nodded his head looking away from the taller male,
You slammed down your jersey onto the bed, running your hands through your hair slightly gripping it due to irritation. You started to grumble cuss words under your breath only to stop to hear the door open and close, you didn’t bother to look up assuming it was either Nagi or Tsurugi coming to check on you but you were wrong. “(Y/N)?” You looked up at him making eye contact with him with a scowl on your face. “What? Hear to yell at me and say it’s my fault again?” He sighed softly shaking his head, “No..I wanted to apologize for what i said.” You squint your eyes slightly at him, leaning on one leg with your arms crossed, “Go on.” He cleared his throat, “I’m sorry for yelling at you back there, I was just pissed and I let my emotions run free without watching for it, so I'm sorry.”
You raised a brow, but hummed in response. “Next time you yell at me I'll throw a soccer ball at your head.” He chuckled in response, rolling his eyes, “Yeah yeah whatever..but uh what’s with…all of this?” He spoke indicating finding out you were indeed a girl in an all boys soccer program. You shrugged, “Well you found out i’m a girl obviously due to me using my real voice and not giving a damn. And since i..basically exposed myself from losing my temper please don’t tell anyone that the fourth best player on Team V is a female, i don’t know how the other boys will handle the fact a girl sneaked into Bluelock. I can’t afford to get kicked out..so please tell the team to not tell anyone,” Reo softly smiled towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder,
"Your secret is safe with me."
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infernalodie · 1 year
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𝐖𝐨𝐨 || 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚
“𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘈𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘉𝘰𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯' 𝘥𝘰“
Inspo: Rihanna - Woo Lauv - Paranoid
Pairing: Meguru Bachira x Black!Male!reader
Summary: He’s been on your mind since you met him...
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Warnings: Switch!Bachira, switch!reader, semi public smut, handjob, and breath play.
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DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!
“Motherfucker…” You groaned, head pressed against the tiled wall of the showers. No one else was awake at this time within your dorm. All passed out from soccer practice and a dozen drills that all of you had been put through. In other words, no one else was dealing with the same distraction as you. Because the practice or working out didn’t bother you. It was Bachira.
This asshole may have intentionally done so, but he was infecting your mind. A parasite that you couldn’t get rid of. You couldn’t sleep because the grinning fool lay across from you and didn’t know the entire idea of “personal space”. Seemingly making your mind hot and fuzzy as he snored softly; his back pressed softly to your chest.
So, it has resulted in you having a hard-on and trying to relieve yourself in the showers. Hot water rushed down your back as your hand stroked your cock rapidly. Biting your bottom lip with a whimper, feeling the gentle euphoria settle in your pelvis. Your lips parted with another moan. Eyes beginning to roll back-
“That’s my job, Y/n-Kun.” The sudden voice made you yelp, both your hands shooting to your crotch to cover yourself. But you stopped when you saw Bachira, naked, and smiling at you with a hooded gaze. You were trying to keep your eyes up, but his hardened cock was making that very difficult.
But your lustful gaze had quickly washed away when you realized what you were doing. Exclaiming and averting your eyes to the ceiling. “Bachira! What the fuck are you doing?” You yelled, eyes clamping shut in an extra effort to not seem like a pervert. But you very may well have that twisted because Bachira had been watching this entire time.
He sighed, walking over and pushing open the little door that divided him from you. You gasped, backing away until your back pressed firmly against the tiled walls. Unable to move around as Bachira’s face was hit with water as he closed the space till he was face to face with you. His surprisingly soft hands cupped your face and brought you down into a soft kiss.
You felt him groan into the kiss, melting further into your chest as his cock twitched underneath yours. It created a muffled grunt from your chest as you pressed against him, pouring every amount of lust you could into the kiss. Only feeling that desire grow when one of his hands grasped your cock, slowly stroking you.
Bachira only parted a centimetre where he inhaled your panted breaths. Enjoying the way you shivered underneath his touch. He’d had this effect since the two of you ran into one another in the auditorium when the two of you joined Blue Lock. It was a coincidence at most, but he remembers vividly his front bumping your back because of some kids rushing past you. It had resulted in his arms curling around your waist where he had felt your body tense. Since then, he’s been enjoying the way your darkened cheeks flared red by his actions.
“So sensitive, Y/n,” he whispered, lips pressing to the angle of your jaw. Tongue peeking out to swipe the droplets accumulating on your flesh. Your eyes rolled back, trying to keep your body focused on both feelings at once. It was addicting how easy and good Bachira made you feel. His touch was like a shot of adrenaline to your system. Making it hard for you to think thoroughly before acting. You just wanted to stay in the moment and understand more of what he was willing to give you.
Except, when you felt him stop stroking your cock, you growled in annoyance. Looking down to see the boy smiling teasingly. It was enough for you to switch positions and press his front against the tiled wall. Pulling his waist back where your cock rested between his cheeks. Bachira let out a laugh, pushing his ass further back, hoping it would incentive you to follow through on what you wanted. He wore a shit-eating grin that already knew what he was going to get and finally see what you’ve been holding back.
Lining your cock up with his entrance, you steadily pushed the tip inside. Lips twitched into a grin when feeling Bachira’s walls quiver around you. Yet, his grin never wavered as he soaked in the feeling of your cock finally being inside him. He’s been waiting far too long to experience this.
Pushing in further, you groaned in bliss, head rolling back. Ignoring Bachira’s whines as you slid down till your hips were pressed to his ass. Biting your bottom lip as you held his hips harshly and began to thrust. Moaning when his walls began to grip and pulsate around your twitching cock.
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes,” Bachira chanted, face pressed to the wall with drool beginning to slide from between his lips and down his chin. Your large cock hit every right spot inside him, making his mind turn to mush with each pound of your hips. As much as you were addicted to his touch, he was slowly craving more and more of your cock.
At the bottom of your belly, a growing of euphoria was starting to build and it was building rapidly. All the days of seeing him bend over in front of you. His perfect round ass pressing to your crotch or the nights you had seen him stroking his cock, every thought and image was bringing you closer to the edge that was mirrored in Bachira’s body. His back arching even further to feel your cock prod and attack a new spot inside him.
“Y-Y/n, I- I’m gonna-” Bachira’s panted words were halted when your hand reached around and gripped his throat tight with the other reaching around and beginning to stroke his cock rapidly. And before he knew it, he was cumming. His mind began to go numb from the orgasm and lack of air as long and thick strings of cum shot from his slit and hit the tiled wall. The feeling of his quivering walls clamping around your cock was enough for you to shoot your load inside of him.
The two of you stood there for a moment, trying to catch your breath. You leaned down, arm hooking around Bachira’s waist and stuffing your face in the crook of his neck. Kissing the flesh delicately, smiling faintly when he hummed in agreement to the affection. The water was still running down your body as Bachira’s head looked over at you, smiling tiredly. “Good thing we’re in the shower, huh?”
You couldn’t help the grin that appeared, wide and bright. Kissing his cheek as you muttered, “Shut up, idiot.”
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recreationalfanfics · 11 months
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Blue Lock Boys × Fem! Native! Reader: You Bead Something For Them
Disclaimer: ANOTHER POST FOR ALL MY FELLOW NATIVES, NON-NATIVES ARE ALLOWED TO INTERACT WITH THIS POST AS LONG AS YOU ARE RESPECTFUL OF OUR CULTURE. Again, all Indegenious/Native Tribes are different so I sadly won't be able to represent all of our people but I am gonna try and keep this as general as possible!
Cultural Context: My favorite part of our culture has always been beading and there are two types of beading: looming (where you use a loom essentially) and applique embroidery, where you just bead on designs with a sewing needle and thread! I will be talking about the embroidery one in this post since its one I've seen my tribe do a lot so I hope you all enjoy!♡
Reo Mikage:
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- Your beading has always been so impressive to him. Not only is it the patience you have when you do it but also, the way your hand is so steady, and how creative you have to be with the beads in order to get the picture and design you want.
- HE WILL BUY YOU SUPPLIES, TOO. What fabric do you need to put your beads on? What specific brand of beads do you want? Do you want him to have people make you your own custom glass beads??? Just, like, stuff like that.
- He loves it when you walk around, a pair of shoes flashing an old design you did a while ago. Some beads had broken off and went missing a few times so some of the design was gone but he still liked how it looked on you!
- He also loves the texture of your beadwork, looking at a work in progress design you had laying around from a year ago and asking if it was if he could touch it, admiring the craftsmanship even tho you tell him that it still looks a bit sloppy, he loves it all the same and doesn't understand how you can see any flaws in it.
- You have made designs based off of him, too. Using beads colored purple that are his exact eye and hair color. Whether you made it into an earring or necklace for yourself, he doesn't really care, he just LOVES seeing you wear it honestly.
- So one day you decide that you want to bead something for him. Maybe his shoes? Obviously not his soccer ones but shoes that he wears on his days out or something. Maybe a bracelet that he can always wear whenever you aren't allowed in Blue Lock! Or perhaps just do something on his bag?
- Either way, whatever you decide to give him, HE LOVES IT. He is careful with it however, even if you assured him that you sewed the thread and beads together as best as you could to make the design more hardy but he's still very careful with it.
- HE TRIES TO PAY FOR IT AT FIRST. LIKE, HE KNOWS HOW MUCH TIME IT TAKES FOR YOU TO DO THESE THINGS AND HE'D FEEL SO BAD, but you assure him that you don't really want his money (especially after he already got you such expensive and high grade supplies) and that you just wanted to gift this to him because he means so much to you and that you really appreciate him respecting your culture and being so supportive of you that you just want to give him something in return.
- AND HE LOVES IT BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING ELSS LIKE IT. The design you did was personalized from HIM. The time and attention you spent on this was for HIM. MONEY WILL NEVER BUY HIM ANYTHING THIS SPECIAL. So he will cherish the ABSOLUTE HELL out of your gift.
- He's fiercely protective of it and when he misses you, he just lays and admires it and your handiwork.
Rensuke Kunigami (Pre-Shidou):
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- Rensuke is so interested in it, honestly. Like, he'll ask you all the time what designs you're thinking of doing, how you arranged the beads to get them to look like that. Just a whole bunch of questions but he knows you won't get annoyed and will answer all of his questions.
- Doesn't mind sitting in silence as you bead and he's practicing kicking goals into the net. He likes the comfortable silence and sometimes, he'll just smile at you lovingly as you furrow your brows and carefully place different colored beads that join together to create a beautiful pattern.
- He does make sure to check for needles when he's over at your place because last time when he sat on a couch, he accidentally sat on a needle that you placed there so it wouldn't fall or go missing. It didn't hurt that much but, you know, it's a needle. At least you let him know where you place your needles.
- If you ever spill your beads, he will help you pick them up and idk why but its just really cute to imagine him crouching down and helping you pick them and just being REALLY attentive about it. Especially if it was his fault, like he knocked over your plate of beads with a soccer ball or something but POINT IS, HE IS THOROUGH.
- He likes seeing all the bags, shoes, if you have a blue lock id that came with a lanyard (for when you are permitted to visit) then yeah, you're totally beading that too.
- Gets defensive if someone says anything that puts you, your art, or your culture down. Like, you're doing some beadwork and one of the guys just asks why you do something so pointless and Kunigami immediately jumping to your defense.
- "Just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it's pointless. You don't know how much work and time it takes them." and then he proceeds to just casually beat them in the next match he has with them.
- If you ever give him something you beaded as a gift, he will cherish it. I personally think he'd look cool with beaded necklace with a soccerball on it. You're embarrassed because you think it's really generic but he is absolutely stoked about it!
- Obviously he can't wear it in Blue Lock but anywhere else? He'll proudly wear it with you, making sure the bright patterns are visible for everyone to see and running his fingers against it and feeling the texture and smiling to himself about all the long hours you put into making this for him.
- He also knows sometimes you stay up late to make things though or finish up a few things on your beading but he will definetly urge you to go to bed and when you resist, he just carefully takes the needle from you and wraps an arm around you and you're about to protest but you let out a yawn and sigh and begrudgingly admit that he might be right.
Ryusei Shidou:
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- Homie has BEEN asking for something from you ever since he learned that you do that. To be honest, he definetly thinks there are some parts of your culture that are cool as fuck but some of them are stereotypes that you might need to correct him about and he's willing to listen.
- But back to the beading thing, he saw how some of your things had various different tribal patterns or just some designs you thought looked cool and he asked where you keep getting that stuff and is fairly impressed when you tell him you made it yourself.
- "YOU SHOULD MAKE SOMETHING FOR ME. Like, a super badass design on my jersey!"/ "Ryu, that design would probably break. I could do a leash though, that'd be more useful."/ "I could work with that~"
- However when you start working on his gift, he soon realizes that the beading process of it takes your time. Aka, time that you could've spent with HIM. So he'll whine and ask you to pay attention to him and you have to be there like: "Shidou, YOU ASKED FOR THIS." and he's all: "I KNOW, BUT I'M DYING OVER HERE, BABY!"
- He has knocked over your plate of beads before, let's be honest. He doesn't mean to do it, he's just so easily excited and energetic and a huge fucking menace that its sadly the price the you pay for being in love with him. He'll help you pick them up but he's so fucking annoyed with them too because THEY'RE SO STUPID SMALL, HOW DO YOU DO ANYTHING WITH THEM!?
- Also if he ever hears you go: "Fuck!" and hiss in pain, he knows for a fact you probably poked yourself and he walks over to you and PUTS THE TIP OF YOUR FINGER WHERE YOU POKED YOURSELF IN HIS MOUTH.
- You pulled your hand away the first time and said: "RYU, WHAT THE HELL-" to his excuse was "What? Just kissing it better for you.~" So he just does that and you're going to have to accept that. Might teasingly bite your finger when you remind him you still have to work on his gift.
- When you finally finish with it, HE IS SO OBNOXIOUS IN SHOWING IT OFF. Like, he's talking about how great and talented his s/o is and how they're so cool and if anyone makes fun of it, he is gonna need to be locked up again. IF ANYONE TRIES TO TOUCH IT, HE WILL BE IN PRISON FOR LIFE.
- Tbh he might break it during like a fight or he just was too rough so you do have to make some repairs to it and while you're semi-annoyed, you think its really cute how he gets so upset about it until he starts talking about how he's gonna murder the guy he was scrapping with. If he has to wait because you don't have the right color beads, he will be moody with everyone (except you♡) and he'll be patient for when its ready.
- Ryusei loves seeing you wear the jewlery that you made tho, there's something so mesmerizing about you casually representing your culture that just makes him feel some kind of way. Idk why but he'd def like the dangly beaded earrings you wear, they're just super pretty on you. He can't explain it.
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yuujis-sunshine · 1 year
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𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓
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𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He is super affectionate, but at the same time he is kinda embarrassed about it. If you tried showing affection then he will end up blushing and acting tsundere.
𝐁 = 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He will be the type of friend that always have your back and protect you from harm's way.
𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He only cuddles when he needs it, but don't expect him to turn all tsundere on you. That is just his personal way of his appreciation.
𝐃 = 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Kunigami would be a cooking god, making his S/O coming back for seconds, possibly THIRDS. But at cleaning, he might miss some spots but will not hesitate to ask for help.
𝐄 = 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He doesn't want to see his S/O's face when she cries, so he writes her a letter and secretly puts it in her locker.
𝐅 = 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
At first he doesn't know what commitment means, but when he looked it up, he starts to feel a warm spot in his heart. For now, he wants to take things slow and propose to her when they want to.
𝐆 = 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He is always gentle, especially after a match.
𝐇 = 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐬 (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He loves to hug a lot, especially when he needs someone to lean on for a bit.
𝐈 = 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (How fast do they say the L-word?)
It doesn't take that long for him to say that word.
𝐉 = 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He is extremely jealous, so jealous that he wraps his arms around his S/O and pulls her into his huge arms.
𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are fine. And he likes to kiss you either on the cheek or the nape of your neck [THIS IS ACTUALLY CANON, HIS FETISH HAPPENS TO BE THE NAPE. AND HE'S EVEN BI]. Places he likes to be kissed at his his nape.
𝐋 = 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬 (How are they around children?)
He secretly has a love for kids, he just doesn't want to show it.
𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (How are mornings spent with them?)
Wake up, eat breakfast (Either one will cook), hugs and cuddles on the couch as they watch soccer, then go and hang out with his friends.
𝐍 = 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (How are nights spent with them?)
They both take baths separately, brush teeth, watch movies, have fun together and then head to sleep.
𝐎 = 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
It would take the guts for you to yell at him to explain what had been on his mind. No matter what, he will try to keep it in and tell you when he feels like it.
𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (How easily angered are they?)
He can be angered at some points when he is teased, or a compliment comes his way. Other than that, I think he doesn't get angry that easily.
𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐬 (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He might forget somethings, but he will make sure to remember it next time by observing everything she looks at or talks about.
𝐑 = 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
His favorite moment in their relationship is either when he saw you wear his jersey or when he gave you a piggyback ride on your second date back home from the Haunted House.
𝐒 = 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He can be so protective, and he protects you by making sure you have a location tracker on your phone. And same goes for Kunigami.
𝐓 = 𝐓𝐫𝐲 (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He tries a lot, just so he can see you happy.
𝐔 = 𝐔𝐠𝐥𝐲 (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
A bad habit of his is when he pulls his own hairs when something has happened.
𝐕 = 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He doesn't really care about how he looks, but if it's an important day, then he totally has to go all out to impress his date.
𝐖 = 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
100% that he needs you. When he plays his games, he always think about you in his mind. (HES SUCH A SWEET BOYFRIEND)
𝐗 = 𝐗𝐭𝐫𝐚 (A random headcanon for them.)
If he had his own house, he would live in a modern house.
𝐘 = 𝐘𝐮𝐜𝐤 (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
A thing he wouldn't like in a partner is someone who is a perv or lies too much.
𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
A sleep habit is when he sleeps with an alarm on.
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lucidfairies · 4 months
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drummer girl [a.a]
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pairing: punk drummer!abby x reader
summary: dina dragged you to a bar for a concert, and you naturally thought it would be lame as hell... you were wrong!
warnings: sub!top!abby, dom!bottom!reader, poc friendly (if it's not lemme know ASAP), begging, praise kink, face riding, cunnilingus [r], mommy kink uh [r], squirting, tribbing AHHHH, orgasm denial, masturbation
wc: 3.6k
collaborators: @enbesbian / @enbesbians
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"please, I will seriously pay you to come with me," dina begged, following you around the kitchen as you put away dishes. "you know how important this is to me, I can't just go alone!! I need you there. you're my wing woman."
you sighed, running your hands down your face. "dina, this is my one night off a week. why would I want to spend it at some bar seeing a band that I don't even like?" she frowned.
"how would you know that you don't like them if you've never listened to them before? just come with. you spend all your time at home and that's not how a young, beautiful college student should be spending her life." you rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm.
"look.. if I agree to come with you-" she squealed, "you're doing the dishes all month. deal?" dina clapped her hands and grinned.
"perfect. deal. now, let's go pick out your outfit." she grabbed your arm and pulled you in the direction of your bedroom, skipping all the way there while you walked.
you and your roommate dina had lived together for two years, ever since you met each other on campus. the first year was in a dorm... but that didn't really count. ever since then, you had become best friends, and essentially did everything together.
the first time dina mentioned this concert was two weeks ago, when she casually brought up that she was talking to a rockstar (her words). rockstar was a stretch, seeing as the band only had a few thousand followers on insta, but they were big on tiktok.
now, she was claiming that you had to come so that it wouldn't be awkward if her and this rockstar met up backstage and talked, and she wouldn't take no for an answer - no matter how much you said it.
that's how you got here, dolled up in cargos and a corset, going to see a band that you've never heard of with your asshole of a roomie. at least she blew your hair out for you and assisted with your makeup.
"jesus dina, it's packed. I thought you said this was gonna be a lowkey thing." you frowned. she didn't even bother answering, just locked her hand in yours and tugged you to the front of the crowd.
"you'll survive if you stop whining, y/n. just relax. you're way to wound up, I should get you a blunt." before you could ask her not to leave, she was gone. you didn't want a blunt, at least not right now - dealing with this many people high would probably give you a seizure.
the lights dimmed before dina got back, and when she did, she had two fruity drinks with her. "drink up, mama. tonight's gonna be so much fun."
the band was rock, and their lead singer and guitarist was the girl that dina was drooling over. her name was something like ellie, or eliza. you couldn't really remember, and the drink that she gave you was strong as shit.
maybe she was right, maybe you did just need to loosen up. by the time the drink was finished, you were grabbing her hands and dancing to the music with her, letting the alcohol take over your senses for a little while.
dina spun you, and while you were mid spin, you caught the eyes of someone on stage, and suddenly you felt incredibly sober, even if you were still buzzing. you let dina dance with herself for a minute as you tried to catch another glimpse of the drummer, but ellie was moving so much that you could barely see anything.
finally, ellie moved to a stationary microphone to play a slower song, and you could see the drummer in full view; hair pulled off her face revealing her blue eyes, high cheek bones, sharp jaw. she was in a loose muscle tee, and had a few layered necklaces from what you could tell, and she was looking at you.
you slapped dina's arm lightly and she turned to you, smiling like she had just downed four more cups of whatever you were drinking. "who's their drummer?" you yelled.
"that's abby," she yelled back, "you can meet her later." she went back to dancing, while you turned back to the drummer, abby, who was now focused on her music as she sang chords with ellie.
when her portion of the song was over, she looked back up for a moment and locked eyes with you again. you were truly the only one she was looking for, out of the few hundred people in the crowd. there was just something so perfect about the way the light hit you, making your face glow and your body look exquisite. you looked like an angel.
the concert went on for another hour or two, you weren't exactly tracking. all you knew were abby's eyes, and you didn't seek to be knowledgeable about anything else but her. you had to know her. had to have her.
when ellie sat her guitar down at quarter past eleven, you felt like you were being stabbed. the night was over. people were leaving. the band was walking off stage. "will you stay here while I go talk to ellie?"
"I thought I came to make it less awkward when you talked to ellie," your eyebrows knit in confusion.
"please don't hate me but I lied to get you out of the house," she was already backing up, "I'm gonna go do adult things with her so.. stay here. you're my ride." she turned on her heel and sped back stage while you scoffed. she was dead when she got back.
you slid into one of the booths and scrolled on your phone for a while, actually following the band's insta and tiktok. your phone was dying, and you needed the charge to get home, so you sighed and sat it down, staring at your hands while you picked your nails.
"did your friend leave you?" you looked up as you heard a voice, undoubtedly directed towards you. and. fuck. it was her - the drummer who you were making eyes with for three hours, who you were convinced you were never going to see again.
"she's in the back hooking up with ellie," abby snickered, cheeks a little rosey. you noticed some equipment she must've sat down, and you wondered how long she had been standing there before you acknowledged her.
"yeah, that checks. the door was locked when I tried to get my stuff." a silence fell between the two of you, and you tried to think of anything you could say.
"you had a really nice show," you broke the silence, smiling nervously, "I've never heard you guys play before tonight. it was crazy good." she stuffed one of her hands in her pocket and rubbed the back of her neck.
"thanks so much," she was practically giggling at the compliment. "uh, I gotta put some stuff away and head out.. d'ya think I could get your number?" you took her phone quickly, putting your number and name into it. you handed it back to her, smiling.
"abby, let's fucking go already," a man yelled into the bar from outside, looking at her with an annoyed expression.
she broke your eye contact to flip him off, then smiled. "I should probably go.. I'll text you." she picked up her bags and took them out to a van, then got it. dina came out seconds later, hair disheveled and makeup smudged.
"I don't wanna know." you said, sliding out of your booth and walking towards the car, your arm over her shoulders and her arm around your waist.
- - -
an hour later, your phone buzzed. ideally, you should've been asleep, but you couldn't get over the prior interaction. how could someone get over that? a hot drummer, with arms for days (something you couldn't see on stage) and the prettiest face, wanted your number.
hey it's abby :)
you responded with your name and asked her how her night was, and the following hours were spent talking about random things until the sun came up. she told you about this annoying guy in her band, talked about her tattoos, explained why she became a drummer. you were essentially head over heels.
it wasn't until late in the morning that she asked you to dinner, but that hardly mattered. she asked you to dinner. abby. the insanely hot drummer.
"dina, help," you ran into her room, throwing your phone onto her bed and running your hands through your hair, tugging at your roots. "abby asked me out. I haven't gone on a date in years, what do I wear? what do I say?"
"abby as in.. drummer abby? ellie's abby?" you nodded and she gaped. "girl, you have game!! everyone wants abby and she wants you. this is big news. where are you guys going?" dina got out of her bed, dragging you back to your room to assist in your tragedy.
you weren't going anywhere fancy, just some pizza place, but dina seemed to have all the answers to every question. she gave you baggy jeans and a cute crop to wear, helping you style your hair and giving you a kiss on the cheek before she left to let you do your makeup.
"I would hit," dina joked when you came out of your bedroom. "but for real, you look so hot. she's so lucky." you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help yourself from grinning. you and abby didn't halt your texting after she asked you out, and the more you learned about her, the more you liked her.
"does the jacket ruin the outfit?" you asked, pouting in the body mirror in the hallway.
"no babe, you're just overthinking. be safe, no sex without protection, talk about boundaries, if you need me call me. I love you, have fun!" dina pushed you out the door and shut it behind you, prohibiting you from second guessing yourself.
and dinner went... better than anything you could've thought. somehow, every bad thought, every intrusive thought, just relaxed around her. you weren't worried that she wasn't going to like your outfit, especially after the way she praised your body like a temple. you weren't worried about anything.
did it count as u-hauling if you absolutely undoubtedly knew she was the one?
she insisted on driving you home, claiming that Ubers were way too unsafe for such a pretty girl like you, and spent the drive back to your house singing along to music on the radio.
when she arrived at your apartment building, she walked you up to the door, blushing like a mad woman and smiling. "I.. um, we.. we have a gig next week, same place and time if you.. y'know.. wanna come."
"I'll be there. front row." you smiled, taking a small step forward. "is this when we say goodnight?" you giggled. she cupped your jaw and leaned in, lips hovering over yours.
"can I kiss you, y/n?" her mouth quirked into a smirk as you pressed your lips into hers. you felt that smirk under your lips disappear as your tongue breeched her lips, and your teeth took ahold of her bottom lip. after a while, she pulled away, cheeks still red. "sorry.. if we keep going I might start moaning."
"hm," you shrugged, "I'll see you next week, drummer girl."
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dina was on the phone, hyping you up for tonight's concert and apologizing for being unable to come. she was away for this week, visiting family, which conveniently left your house empty. it wasn't the first date anymore, right? that meant it was okay to do things now, and you were certainly thinking about it.
"girl you should get some action tonight!" dina squealed, "it's the perfect night. she'll be all hot and sweaty, and the house will be empty."
"d, we've been dating for a week. we're not even official." you laughed, propping the phone up as you touched up your hair and makeup.
"you're lesbians, babe. you could've never talked before and be fucking right now." you grinned, getting up and giving dina a full fit check. tonight's fit was parachute pants, a tube bra, and a bomber jacket.
"okay, I gotta leave. see you soon, my love." you kissed the screen then hung up, calling your Uber and heading to the bar. just like last time, the joint was packed, and it was incredibly harder to get to the front of the crowd than last time.
abby waved from between her drums, smiling. you waved back, smiling the same. she looked so good; hair down, pasties hardly covering anything but her nipples, tits on display. you couldn't wait to see her up close, have her pressed against you as she kissed you.. or other things.
they played spectacularly, blowing the minds of everyone who didn't know how amazing they were. when ellie gave closing remarks, you instinctively moved towards the door to backstage, waiting for someone to let you in.
ellie came out, smiling at you as she held the door open. you slipped in, finding abby in one of the backrooms packing up her stuff. "hey baby," you shut the door behind her, coming towards her. she looked up, grinning at you and pulling you in for a kiss.
you pulled away, taking in her appearance. the pasties covered less up close, and her abs, which you hadn't known she had, were perfectly sculpted and the waistband of her boxers were showing off from under her cargos, and she looked absolutely delicious. but aside from that, her blonde happy trail was leading to places you had to see.
"did you enjoy the show?" she was blushing again, noticing your gaze on her body.
"yeah, but I enjoyed the view more." you pulled her in again, kissing her harsher than before, running your hands down her waist and over her stomach. she gasped into your mouth when you ran your fingers above and between the ridges of her abs. "wanna go back to mine?"
"hell yeah I do." and that's how you ended up in her car, with her hand on your thigh, as you directed her to your apartment. you guys stumbled in, trying to get in as fast as possible. you kicked off your shoes and pressed your mouth to hers again, pulling at her neck as you stumbled towards your bedroom.
she fell back, pulling you into her lap and kissing your neck. hickies traced her path as she grabbed everything, gently grinding your hips or tugging at your shirt. the moment you ran your hands over her tits, she started whining like a bitch in heat. "please touch me, please put your hands on my tits baby, please," she pressed her nose into your jaw, moaning when you peeled the pasties off and started flicking her nipples.
her back arched against your hand, nipples clearly sensitive. she got louder when you kissed her chest, then took her nipple in your mouth, grabbing at your hair and trying to hold your head there. "does that feel good, sweetheart?" you asked, almost condescending because everyone in the room knew the answer.
"s'good. so good," she kissed your neck softly as she ran her hands over your sides and pulled your tube top up and off, letting your tits spill out. her tongue was on them in no time, licking and sucking and nipping. "please top me," she mumbled once she kissed her way back up to your neck.
"what was that, abs?" you giggled when she whimpered.
"want you to top me, mommy." you stood, shimmying off your pants and underwear and pulling your hair up.
"on your knees in front of me, angel." she hurried up, kneeling in front of you as you positioned yourself on the bed. she placed her hands on the sides of your thighs and pulled you forward slightly, kissing the inside of your thighs. "wanna eat my pussy?"
"yes, please let me," you grabbed her by her hair and pushed her head into your cunt, hearing her muffled moans. she licked a fat stripe up to your clit, sucking it into her mouth and licking harshly.
"fuck.. you were made to get on your knees, huh?" your voice came out as a pant, and you groaned when she moaned into your pussy. her boxers were weeping, drenched in how you made her feel. it was like she was being punched in a good way, in a way that made her clit ache and beat.
she continued to suck your clit as her middle finger gathered your slick and pushed into you, whining again at the easy intrusion. it's like she was getting off on getting you off, and you were living for it. but you definitely weren't going to let her cum until you'd had your fill.
when she added a second finger, your stomach was already flipping. she curled them up, matching her finger speed with the speed she was sucking your clit, and you felt the familiar tingle in your legs, that shot up to your stomach. "gonna come," you moaned, letting your head fell back as you saw stars.
she milked every last drop, waiting until you were absolutely finished to pull her fingers out. you cocked your eyebrow and almost instantly she sucked your cum off her fingers, eyes blown and dark. "what do you want, abby?" you asked, gently wrapping your hand around her throat so that she looked up at you.
"want you to sit on my face," she swallowed hard, "please, I can make you feel so good, I promise I'll make you feel good," you were definitely nervous, but you complied, letting her adjust and lay back on your bed, beckoning for you to climb over.
you placed your thighs on either side of her head and hovered, watching as she admired your pussy. her eyes were wide but the blue had almost turned grey, absolutely entranced by you. "you look so pretty, don't you?" you cooed.
you ran your hands down your body, spreading your lips with your fingers so that she could see just how wet you were. her jaw dropped, and you could feel her warm breath against you. you messed with your clit for a moment above her before sinking two of your fingers right into your hole.
you fucked yourself slowly, moaning as you hit your g-spot over and over. abby was just watching, eagerly waiting until you let her have her turn. you fucked yourself right until you came, pulling your fingers out and letting it drip onto her face.
"I need you to let me fuck you," she huffed, eyes still focused on your center as she stuck out her tongue. she finally looked up at you, so you tangled your hands in her hair and sunk down, letting her do the rest.
you ground your hips against her tongue until she slowed your hips and maneuvered her hands to rub your clit with her thumb, tongue fucking you as deep as she could.
she was mumbling incoherent things into your cunt, whining about how she never wanted to stop eating you out. you briefly pulled up, letting her get air. "you taste so good," she moaned, panting, "never wanna stop," the last word got cut off as you sat back down.
abby was having the time of her life - head tightened between the thighs of an absolutely gorgeous girl as you rode her face. but she was so fucking wet, and you had yet to do anything but touch her tits, and she was desperate for you. she needed you to tell her what to do and where to be.
your stomach flipped, the overstimulation from your last orgasm hitting you hard as you got close. "want me to come on your face, abby? wanna make a mess?" abby whimpered, vibrations pushing you over the edge.
after a few moments, you rolled off of her and fell next to her, breathing heavily. you sat up, moving between her legs. her stomach fluttered at the thought of cumming on your fingers or tongue. "you're soaking the sheets, princess." her hips bucked as you gently ran your thumb over her clit and down her slit.
you spread her legs then lifted one and straddled her hip, hovering again. "what-what are you doing?" she stuttered, but you didn't bother to answer as you lowered yourself down, cunts clashing as you rolled your hips forward. "fuck.. feels so good mommy,"
abby was practically screaming. her moans were almost shrieks at how heavenly it felt. she had never done something like this before, most of the time it was lowkey with her other partners and all they wanted was the strap - but this. this was different.
your pussy was covered in her slick and it felt phenomenal, she was pulsing and throbbing and so wet. you grabbed one of her tits harshly and pulled at her nipple, twisting it right as your clit landed against hers.
"I can't-I can't, fuck, m'gonna cum, m'gonna cum," abby wasn't ready for whatever feeling came next, but it was different - abrupt. there was no buildup, and it was probably the strongest orgasm she'd ever had.
you lifted off of her slightly, watching white pour from her swollen cunt, and giggling as she squirted. her head was back, chest rising and falling rapidly as she came down from her high. "you squirted all over my pussy, baby." she propped herself up on her elbows and blushed.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled as you climbed off of her.
"you don't need to apologize, sweet girl," she smiled into your mouth as you kissed her, pulling her in by her neck. "we should go shower, what do you think?"
"sounds good to me." let's just say that the shower was not rated pg.
a/n: this ended lowkey super weird BUT that's okay. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO FERN FOR HELPING MEEEEE they literally wrote this guys. go check on the art this was based on and give it SO MUCH LOVE or I'll hurt u ty ty. next time she'll fuck u with her sticks 😚
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Heeyyy, i wanna ask if u can write one where the reader (gn or fem) wears baggy clothes and the jjk men think they (the reader) don’t have any curves until they see them in tight clothing? like their reaction to it?
would love to see it😭
☆ UNRECOGNIZABLE ☆
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Satosugu x reader, reader dresses androgynous. Readers a bit different in each version. Toji x reader. Suggestive parts. Reader has an hourglass figure ( tiny top , big bottom ). Reader implied poc 
Baggy distressed jeans , purple bapes with a purple graphic hoodie. That was the outfit for today… At a pool party. Were you crazy ? That’s what Gojo and Geto thought, staring at you incredulously as you plopped your bag down next to them. Not even the splash from someone's cannonball soaking them made them pry their confused stares from you. “ Are you crazy ?!” Satoru said , nudging his shades down so the concern in his eyes could get to you. You simply smiled and laughed at him. Shoko came up behind you in her bathing suit. You gave her a small smirk from over your shoulder, “ you look cute~” you said slowly, almost as a whisper. She smiled at your compliment but started to laugh. “ I bet you’d be cute too if you wore a swimsuit… “ she started hugging you, her voice filled with disappointment, she knew you’d never wear one. “ BUT YOU'RE SO STUBBORN!!” Her voice boomed as she laughed , hands pushing your body away from her and into the mass of blue. Gojo and Geto jumping up in shock , looking for your reaction as you resurfaced , needing the get go to laugh. Geto ran to get you a towel before he could be caught up in the storm. 
You took Gojo’s hand as you climbed out of the pool. Your short curly hair was wet , the curls defining even more. “Well your hair’s cooler now “ Satoru choked back a laugh until his breath hitched. You had pulled your hoodie over your head , flinging it at Shoko who squeaked at the action. You were so …small Gojo thought. Your tits, medium sized and perky peeking out from your tight undershirt. “ yeah my hair gets curlier with water…” you started , eyes never leaving Shoko as a smirk crept on your face. Your hands played with your belt buckle, undoing the lock, your jeans falling like they weighed 60 pounds. And that’s when Gojo’s jaw dropped. You were so tiny … but now you were so.. so .. fuck he couldn’t even speak. Small shorts did nothing to contain your plush thighs, glistening from the water. You ass prominent , your stretch marks showed from underneath your ‘shorts’ , if you could call them that. They left your lower half basically on full display. You practically had your ass out and you didn’t seem to care. You didn’t even look at Gojo’s shocked state, stepping out of the shell of your jeans and chasing Shoko around the pool. The fat of your lower half jiggling as you ran. “Omg…” Gojo stared at this ordeal in shock as Geto walked up to him. “ where’s Y/N?” He questioned before turning his head towards Gojo’s gaze. He didn’t even recognize you. His head yanking from your discarded clothes , to your revealed figure. 
“ WHAT THE HELL !?” 
★ TOJI FUSHIGURO 
he paid you no mind. You were simply the person at the convenience store he liked to go to. The tiny lil person behind the counter. The one with the pretty face… but … he couldn’t tell if you were a boy or a girl. Your large hoodie always makes it impossible for him to be certain. Even when he got lucky to see something more than your upper half while you were stocking shelves. Your giant pants obstructed his view. He just couldn't figure it out. He also couldn’t figure out who was standing in front of him at the local supermarket. He had to go and get some actual groceries instead of living off cup noodles from your store. A woman had walked up to him saying something but he was spaced out. 
 He blinked down to the girl standing infront of him , craning her neck up to see him.  “what’d you say? “ he asks you to repeat your words to him. She’s sexy , being his first thought as his eyes met your  angelic face. His eyes moved lower to see a figure only magic or a doctor could create. Your tits, cute and small, just big enough to stretch the small crop top you were wearing. However your hips we’re practically trying to rip your jeans apart. Your thighs, so big , stretching the jeans blue color to a distressed white. Your pretty dough eyes blinked at him, “ I said no more cup noodles , Mr. Fushiguro?” . Your voice was lighter than usual. Toji simply stood there frozen before chuckling, “ I’m sorry who are you ?” He laughed. You pouted a bit , placing a small hit to his shoulder before laughing. “ it’s me Y/N “ you said. Toji scanned your figure frantically before meeting your eyes again. “HUHH!!”  He yelled. You laughed , you got that reaction a lot. “ Hey, since I’m making dinner, why don’t you come over?“ you offered ever so innocently. Not knowing that he was gonna fuck you on your kitchen counter like he wish he could do on your stores counter. 
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kazvha · 10 months
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What would dating them be like?
Including: Chigiri, Kunigami, Shidou, Sae, & Rin
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Dating Chigiri would include:
Shopping together and giving each other fashion advice. Buying scents and new books. Going to a café afterward to rest and chat while enjoying your tea and your sweet pastries. Doing self-care routines. You braiding his hair before practice. Wearing matching outfits. Taking tons of selfies. Helping him to take care of his leg. Going to his matches with his mother and his sister. Having family nights with them after the matches.
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Dating Kunigami would include:
Working out with him or joining him on his morning runs. Being the motivational coach for each other. Him gifting you flowers, mostly roses, every week. Long hugs, he won't let you go until you move away. Taking strolls in the park while holding hands. Maybe finding a pretty place to have a picnic at. Sleeping in with him burying his head into the nape of your neck. Cooking healthy meals together.
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Dating Shidou would include:
Crushing back hugs. Walking home together from work. You either pretending not to know him in public because he is so embarrassing, or joining him on his antics. Desperately trying to avoid seeing him when he is doing his morning routine (look it up on his wiki page ;-;). Dyeing his hair strands in a pink color. Movie dates with lots of unhealthy snacks. Sometimes getting kicked out because you're too loud. You proudly wearing his jersey at his matches, and also at home. Petty pet names like love bug, honey pie, or Barbie. Random kisses.
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Dating Sae would include:
Date nights. Candle night dinners. Secretly buying tickets to cheer for him on his games and surprise him at the hotel. Forehead kisses. Lots of face timing. Blackmailing him to stop being salty, or else you won't pick up the phone anymore. Taking vacations and traveling after his busy season is over. Basking in the sun at the beach and enjoying each other's presence. You both wearing a necklace with each other's initials engraved on it. Slow mornings. Making him see the good things in life.
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Dating Rin would include:
Watching horror movies and playing horror video games at midnight. Cooking Ramen at 2 AM. Falling asleep in his arms. Running away from paparazzi. Scolding him for his unfriendliness. Longing glances. Pushing his bangs to the side to stare at his pretty eyes. Kissing his frown away and turning his face into a smiling one. Playing fights if he eats your snacks. Taking a ride on his bike when you're bored.
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i feel like you would absolutely kill cheerleader girlfriend and dom jock matt (i love your writing and account 🤍)
𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞 ⊹ ִֶָ ❲ 𝘫𝘰𝘤𝘬!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭❳
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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘, its senior night for you and matt and he looks a little too good for you to handle
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, suggestive content, language
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, jock!matt x cheerleader!reader, matt x poc!reader, established relationship
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙖𝙥𝙨!
i’m literally half asleep right now but i hope you like this. thank you pooks in my inbox it’s always open so send requests yall 🩷
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▐ ❝𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐘𝐎𝐔❞
𓏲 🎀🎱 𓂃 ✦ 💒
you felt like your were going to faint. you knew matt was a whore for attention when it came to his sport, but tonight he was outdoing himself. the stands were packed with family, some faculty of the school, and fellow classmates, an alarming amount of them drooling over your boyfriend as well as his brother.
you stood on the side lines cheering the lacrosse team on as they were about to win their last game of the season. you’d been fucking up on cheers all night due to the entertainment running up and down the field. something had to be in the air because there was no way he had you gagged this bad (😝)
matt was a rough player. the way he would harshly shove his opponents out of the way for the ball to land perfectly in his racket or when he would dodge and trip the other players, making them fall to the ground all while successfully making a goal gave him such a rush and all of the supporters in the stans that cheered his name stroked his ego but the true prize he had his mind set on was you. he couldn’t wait to get this over with and hear you screaming his name. that was the only thing that could top the feeling that he was feeling now.
the team now took a time out while you entertained the crowd by being tossed and spun around in the air, smiling and waving to everyone in the stans. matt rested around the sidelines, focusing on regulating his heart rate and getting some air. he took off his gloves and helmet with ease then ran his fingers through his hair, his chest moving up and down from his heavy breathing, and to add the cherry on top, matt lifted up his long sleeve shirt revealing his small waist and snail trail that weirdly resembled an arrow or maybe it was just you. either way it went he was such a slut.
your eyes scanned the crowd for what felt like the hundredth time, looking for who was just as mesmerized as you until you felt a light push to your shoulder, bringing back to reality.
“yn, you okay girl?”
you turned to look at one of your teammates before realizing you were just standing on the sidelines looking off into space. your cheeks start to warm up with a faint hue of red. “my man looks so good tonight” you brought your hands to your cheeks as you danced in place a little.
you and your teammate turned to face the other side of the field one more time only to see matt already grinning at you while he put his gloves back on.
“ouu, girl you better lock him up” she laughed out and leaned into you, expecting you to join in but you gave her a quick side eye before continuing. you were used to those type of comments all day at school and would go crazy if you made a big deal about every one.
the sound of loud buzzing rung letting everyone know that it was now halftime. you and two of your friends on the team made your way to the concessions and ordered two packs of skittles and a blue and white powerade.
before you went back to the sidelines you handed your stuff to one of your friends and met matt in the middle. you could see him leaning against the brick wall, waiting patiently to spend just a little time with you.
grabbing his hand and jerking him to face you, you scold, “what are you trying to do?”
matt looks down at you in confusion and pulls you into his chest with his feee hand. “yea, thank you for noticing how hard i’m working baby, i do it for you” he tease and rocks you guys in place.
you playfully push away from him and shrike, “you actually smell so foul right now, matt”
he begins to laugh and you turned you face up even more while holding your hand up to his chest. “that’s not fucking funny, you need to do something about that”
“well it’s not like i’m in the middle of a game or anything”
you giggled like a little girl, it didn’t matter how long yall’ve know each, he’s never failed to get you all railed up and insides fluttering. it was just an affect he’s always had on you. “shut up, but i am really impressed with you, you’re playing really good tonight” you compliment before planting a sweet kiss on the corner of his mouth.
matt couldn’t help but grin, he strived for your approval and to know that he’s your number one brings him so much joy. “thank you” he giggled out as well.
“who are you showing off for?” you question in a playful manner. there was only one right answer anyways you just wanted to hear him say it.
matt smacks his teeth before responding, “you’re crazy to even think that i’m worrying about anyone but you. i see you over there, short ass skirt” he muttered the last part while his hands moved lower, lifting the ruffles of your skirt up and grabbing a hand full of ass underneath.
you shared one passion filled kiss before he broke away. “d’you get my snacks babe?”
you chuckled as you nodded your head “yea, i got em’ right before coming over here”
“alright thank you, love you, i gotta’ go”
he grabbed you by the neck and pulled you in for a sloppy, wet kiss. the type of kiss that always resulted in you laying on his bed, spread wide open.
matt disconnected your lips, still holding your neck in his hand, he whispered, “my parents are here, unroll your fucking skirt” before jogging into the distance.
he left you speechless, knees surely buckling under you at any moment with a damp patch only growing in your panties by the second and a little embarrassed. you didn’t even want to finish the night out, the only thing on your mind was tearing the jersey clean off of his back.
you looked at your phone, responding to texts about where you were as you squeezed your legs together to stop your pussy from throbbing.
chris didn’t fail to send you little smirks and glares when he passed you on the field and when he could he would use his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his face more often just to fuck with you.
finally came the end of forth quarter. chris scored the winning goal with an assist from matt and now it was time to present the seniors to the crowd. the list of names dragged on till you finally heard the ref call matt’s and chris’ name.
you loudly cheer and clapped with the rest of the crowd and managed to snap a few pictures of chris as he wore the cutest girn on his face with an arm wrapped around his moms shoulder. once the sports photographers were done snapping their pictures chris parted ways with parents and made his way down the field towards you.
you stood waiting from him to say whatever it was that would pop into his head but instead he deadpanned to you then briefly pointed to the path you normally took to get to the locker room without being questioned.
one of matt’s teammates talked your head off as you leaned against the brick wall, waiting for him to change into his clothes. you began to get impatient and hot again and this guy couldn’t get the hint that you were not up to converse. your mind was too busy being consumed with thoughts of matt throwing you around and having his way with you.
“so can i get your snap?” the guy brought you out your head before you blinked back at the phone in your face.
“sorry, what?”
before the boy had anytime to repeat himself, matt had appeared as if he was summoned at the moment and threw an arm over you shoulder. “you’re good, bro” matt waved him off before continuing to his car.
“was that a fun conversation?” he asked teasingly and brung his face closer to yours. “you gonna’ get him to fuck you tonight, baby?”
you rolled your eyes and chuckled, “please, matt i don’t even know what he was talking about, you were all i could think of” you sweet talked him and pulled him in for a kiss by the cheeks. matt was the first to pull away.
“you’ll be saying please alright” he grinned down at you then connected your lips again. by now you two were standing on the passenger side of the car, just chatting.
“why are you in such a grumpy mood right now, big matt won the game”
matt shook his head at your attempt to distract him. “first of all big matt is fucking insane, don’t ever say it again and it might be cause i could see your whole ass from across the field” he emphasized. 
you only rolled your eyes and went to wrap your arms around matt’s neck. “you’re so dramatic.. d’you know that? let’s just focus on getting home so we can celebrate your win, i’m so proud of you”
matt huffed as he opened the passenger door and waited for you to get in. the door shut loudly as you smoothed out your skirt and matt putt his bag in the back seat before hopping in the front and starting the car. as soon as you heard the rev of the engine you attached your phone to the aux a play you and matt’s playlist.
matt turned the a/c on, needing a relief from the humidity of the late spring air. matt began to pull out of the parking lot after the sound of both seat belt clicking.
the car ride was filled with a comfortable silence. you watched matt as he concentrated on the road with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. he looked so good in the dim light and you loved the veins flexing in his arm from how tight he was gripping the steering wheel. it reminded you how his muscles would flex when he would move his fingers in and out of you to chase your high or when he squeezed his hands around your neck. you were so wet right now and the heat was getting unbearable.
you leaned back in the seat and spread your legs just a little. “baby can we hurry it up, i don’t know how long i can wait”
“just be patient, well be there in a bit” matt patted your thigh and put a heavier foot to the gas. he didn’t want to admit it but he’s was getting restless too and the way we’re squirming around in the seat didn’t make it any better.
you pushed your curls to the back of your head as you slumped down and pulled the short uniform all the way up to your waist. “i can’t wait anymore, please matt”
matt glanced over to you and a smirk grew on his face before looking back at the road. he grazed his finger over the now completely soaked underwear with his eyes still on the road. “please what?”
“please help me baby” your legs were spread out in the passenger seat at this point and matt stretched your panties to the side, a ripping sound could be heard in the process but there’s no way you could care at a time like this.
he used his thumb to play with your clit for a while and you let out soft moans but what you wanted was to feel full. you bucked your hips up at his hands letting him know that you wanted more as you approached a red light.
matt slowed down the car behind another one before putting the gear in park and turning his full attention to your leaking hole. he leaned over to spit on your pussy and his to fingers followed, now buried inside of you.
“ughh, shit matt” you noisily moaned, raising your legs in the air.
he brung the hand that was once on the wheel to your left knee to hold it in place while he drilled deep and fast into your tight entrance. his long fingers started to squeeze through your walls due to your excessive clenching around him, making a creamy white mess all over you and his fingers.
“yea, open that shit up princess” matt muttered and gazed at you. you were about to let out yet another moan before a car’s horn cut you off.
“oh shit” he shifted back in his seat and put the car back into drive without disconnecting his fingers from your cunt. you wrapped your arms around the head of the seat and whined as the cream continued to spill out of you.
“oh my, you’re so good”
your legs began to shake once matt’s soft palm rubs over your clit and his fingers still did it’s job of pumping and even twisting inside of you so well. your hand flew down to his to squeeze his wrist.
“right there, right there” your dragged out your words as they turned into incomprehensible screams. your juices squirted out onto the dashboard and windshield while your back arched off the seat.
he talked you through your high, “you got it baby, that’s all you”
you hummed at the overpowering sensation. your body couldn’t stop shaking and matt could’ve sworn he’s bitten a whole in his lip.
“holy shit baby” matt’s mouth flew open at the sight before him, your just squirted all over his car and your pussy over flowed with cum.
“sorry, i’ll clean it up” you sheepishly smiled and closed your legs as your tried to catch your breath.
you guys came to another red light, allowing matt to reach behind your seat to get a clean towel he had laying around to wipe you off.
“don’t apologize sweetheart, that was fucking beautiful”
𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩!- @worldlxvlys @ariieeesworld @muwapsturniolo @esioleren @sturn59 @maryx2xx (comment to be in the taglist!!!)
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pastelbunnelby · 1 year
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In My Veins (Leon Kennedy X Reader)
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[Plus-size!Reader Friendly][POC!Reader Friendly][Fem!Reader Friendly][GN!Reader Friendly]
Summary ~ Leon comes home in the middle of the night.
Disclaimer ~ I do not own Resident Evil or any of its characters.
Word Count ~ 1.7k
Warnings ~ Mentions of nightmares, mentions of death, mentions of injuries, stitches, a little bit of angst, no use of Y/n
Resident Evil Masterlist
•I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here, it has been reposted without my permission•
A/N ~ Are we shocked I’m writing for Leon? Probably not, enjoy.
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A cool breeze blew in through the open window of your bedroom, the overlapping sounds of car horns and police sirens blending together into a soothing background noise that only further aided in your peaceful sleep. When you had first moved into your small shared home in DC, the volume of the city had taken some getting used to, and the first few weeks of living in the city had consisted of several sleepless nights due to the noise.
Leon had assured you that you would eventually get used to the noise, after all, he had.
And he was right.
Another thing you had gotten used to was Leon being gone for weeks—sometimes months—at a time. You had gotten used to the quiet of the house around you being filled by only your own thoughts and the noises from the busy streets beyond your front door.
Due to the nature of Leon’s work with the government, it wasn’t unusual for him to wake you up in the middle of the night saying that he had to go and he had no idea when he would be back. A peck on the lips and a promise to come back home safe was his goodbye to you whenever he had to leave, the familiar sad look in his bright blue eyes telling you everything he didn’t say as he walked out the door.
It had been five days since he left, four days without a word from him letting you know where he was, how he was doing, or if he was even alive.
The sound of a car door slamming outside the open window woke you up, the dull thud making you furrow your brows as a small knot of hope curled in your stomach. Quickly sitting up and pushing the blanket off, you slid off of the bed and walked over to the window. The sheer curtains allowed the glow of the street lamp outside to flow into your room as you pushed the thin fabric aside and looked out the window.
A familiar black Jeep was parked along the street in front of your house, the blond hair of its driver catching in the gold lamp light as Leon pulled his duffle bag out of the back seat and pushed the door shut with his hip.
Leon was finally home.
A tired smile made its way to your lips as you backed away from the window and walked toward the door of the bedroom. Before you walked out of the room, you grabbed the grey sweatshirt that was hanging on the doorknob—one of Leon’s old sweatshirts from the police academy that you had adopted as your own—and slipped it over your head.
The floorboards creaked under your bare feet as you walked out of the bedroom and into the dark hallway, the only light to illuminate your way coming from the nightlight plugged into the wall. Keys jingled from the floor below you followed by the squeaking of your front door and a quiet curse from Leon—you knew he was trying his best to be quiet since he thought you were asleep. You hurried down the small flight of stairs and rounded the corner at the bottom where the front door and entryway came into view, Leon was standing in front of the door with his back pressed to the textured window and his head leaning back with his eyes closed.
“Leon?” You spoke quietly, your voice still crackly from the lingering tiredness in your head.
His eyes opened and he stared ahead at you as he twisted the lock on the doorknob, “Did I wake you up?” He tightened his fist around the handle of his bag and walked toward you, his eyes moving over your tired form.
Shaking your head you took in his appearance in the dim hall, your eyes instantly going to the fresh stitches on his forehead, “What happened?” You stepped forward to meet him in the middle of the hall, your hand moving up to gently touch the side of his face.
Leon froze for a moment, his body going ridged as your hand connected with his face, “It’s just a scratch.” He relaxed and leaned into your touch as he lifted his hand to place it over top of yours.
Unconvinced, you frowned and stared up at the bandage wrapped around the palm resting over your hand.
He looked exhausted, physically and mentally.
You said nothing as you shifted your hand and pulled it off of his cheek, grabbing his injured hand as you moved and pulling it down in front of you where you could get a good look at the bandage. The careful and almost meticulous wrapping and securing of the gauze around his hand lets you know that it was done by a professional and not Leon himself who had the tendency to be rather haphazard with his own medical care.
“I was worried about you.” You said quietly, your eyes still down on his hand as you traced the edge of the bandage across his palm, “How bad was this one?” You finally looked back up to meet his eyes.
The dark circles under his eyes seemed to be even more pronounced than the night he left, a yellowing bruise was painted across his jawline telling you a silent story of whatever fight he had gotten into on his mission.
“Pretty bad.” His voice trailed off like he was remembering the last few days.
You hesitated before speaking again, for a moment you debated even asking but in the end, you spoke up, “Do I need to be worried?”
The life altering events of Raccoon City ran through your mind. The faces of the people you grew up with as they screamed and ran at you to desperately try to end your life making you clench your hands into tight fists at your sides.
Leon shook his head slowly before dropping his bag to the floor and moving forward to wrap his arms around you, his chest heaving slightly as he breathed in a slow breath and savored the feeling of being back home with you. He buried his face in your neck as you slid your arms under his and spread your palms flat across his back, your fingers moving in a slow gentle circle to try and soothe him.
Once again your brows came together as you held onto him, “You wanna come up to bed?”
He nodded, his hair tickling the side of your face as he stood up straight and let out a long breath.
You had known Leon long enough to know that when he came home from a particularly rough mission—which this one definitely seemed to qualify as—the odds of him sleeping were incredibly slim, he would never admit it but you knew it was because of the nightmares he would get. But you had also known Leon long enough to know that there was no better way to help him calm down than to simply lay in bed with him.
So, that’s what you did.
It took Leon all of two minutes to get changed out of his jeans and t-shirt and into a pair of sweatpants and walk over to sit on the edge of the bed. You stared at his bare back from where you lay on your pillows, your eyes following the map of scars and fresh cuts and busies that was spread across his skin.
“What happened Leon?” You asked quietly while sitting up and moving across the unmade bed to sit behind Leon and wrap your arms around him, “I’m here to listen if you wanna talk about it.” You pressed a few gentle kisses to the bruises along his shoulder blades.
“The president’s daughter was kidnapped, they sent me to go rescue her.” His back rumbled as he spoke, his voice was quiet as though he was afraid someone was listening in on your conversation, “We both got infected with this parasite that takes you over, it takes control of you… I didn’t think I was coming home from this one.”
You froze and thought about what he had just shared with you, “Are you still infected?’ You knew it was a stupid question, Leon never would have come back if there was a chance that it would put you in danger.
He shook his head and stood, “No, we got them out, docs ran enough different tests on me when we got back to make sure I was clear.” He turned around to face you and walked over to climb up and sit against the headboard, “I just can’t get away from this stuff,” he laughed nervously.
You crawled back up to sit beside him and moved to lay your head on his chest as he wrapped one arm around your shoulder to pull you closer. Leon’s hand grabbed onto your shoulder as you got comfortable and pulled the blankets up over both of you, his thumb running up and down along the soft fabric of the sweatshirt you wore.
“What happened to your hand?” You asked while grabbing his bandaged hand again.
“Knife cut through my glove.” He shrugged slightly while continuing to rub his hand across your shoulder, “I tried to be home earlier, I got back this morning but I was stuck on base all day while they ran tests.” He explained.
You hummed softly and ran your hand up and down along his stomach, “The president’s daughter, is she okay?”
“Shaken up, probably won’t sleep for a while with all the stuff she saw, but she’ll be okay.” He flexed his bandaged hand, “She's tough.”
“What about you?” You played with the edge of the blanket with your free hand, “Are you okay?”
He paused, his movements on your arm halting for a moment, “I’ll be fine.”
“I'm glad you're home, Leon.” You tilted your head to the side and kissed his chest.
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musegyra · 9 days
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stripper reader x matt
so basically matt’s friends drag him to the strip club for shits and giggles or wtv. He sees y/n (or like an oc idk 😝)and like they js stare at eachother or something while she’s dancing and then she goes and gives him a little dance or wtv 😈😈😈 And then that’s it for that night BUT next weekend he comes back 💁🏽‍♀️💁🏽‍♀️💁🏽‍♀️😝😝😝😝😩😩😩😩 (he wants her badddd) and then idk you pick if you wanna make it fluffyyyy or smuttyyyy (or both 😈💁🏽‍♀️ i wouldn’t mind) YEAH THAYS ALLL ILL THINK OF SUM ELSE MAYBE SOMETHING BETTER
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𓄹 ᤻˖ ♥︎ 。𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍. ⃗ matt sturniolo.
looked in his eyes and I knew he wanted to fuck me.
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𓏲๋ 𓂃 PAIRING. matt sturniolo x stripper poc! reader.
SYNOPSIS. experiencing an obvious mutual attraction, he knew that he had to have her, no matter the problem.
𓏲๋ 𓂃 WARNING. private dance, alittle porn with plot? a lil of bit of sub matt? kinda, a lot of teasing, somewhat dirty talk.
— reign notes. okay I think I dragged this a bit but I kinda like it I decided ima make it 2 parts ❪ or possibly a series ? ❫ instead of just making this so damn long! part 2 will definitely be based off of tsu by drake btw !! hope you all like it <3
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It was 2 a.m. walkin' into the club.
The ocean blue lights casted mesmerizing patterns on his skin. as the dimly lit vip section of the strip club enveloped the boy, who sat awkwardly on the plush couch, his legs spread wide in a display of unintentional dominance. Of course, his friends had dragged him here, but he felt out of place, unsure where to look as dancers gyrated on stage. Despite his discomfort, matt tried to appear nonchalant, though his nervous glances betrayed his unease.
As he watched the dancers move gracefully around the poles, his gaze locked with one in particular.
She was mesmerizing, her skin soft and covered in glitter, each shimmering particle catching the dim light and reflecting it in a dazzling display. Her outfit was a work of art, an intricate ensemble of lace and sequins that seemed to dance along with her movements, hugging her curves in all the right places. with her hair being elegantly curled, framing her face like a halo, adding to her allure. As she danced, money piled at her feet, a testament to her captivating performance.
Their eyes met across the smoky haze of the room, a moment suspended in the chaos of the club. His breath hitched in his throat as he observed her, captivated by the way she moved with such effortless grace. Her gaze, like a magnetic force, pulled him in, leaving him feeling exhilarated and vulnerable, like a moth irresistibly drawn to a flame.
" she’s pretty huh? " chris yelled over the pulsating music, the bottle of hennessy dangling loosely from his fingertips. With his other hand, he pushed at his brother's shoulder, trying to pull his attention away from the captivating dancer. His brother, too entranced to tear his gaze away, could only nod his head in response, lost in the spell casted by her mesmerizing performance.
seen him from a distance, knew who he was.
Matt tore his gaze away reluctantly, his mind still lingering on her image. " Yeah, she's something else. " he murmured, unable to tear his thoughts away from her. " when are we leaving again? " matt asked, impatient and slightly uncomfortable, as chris downed the shot of don julio, hardly acknowledging him.
" relax. besides, we have a surprise for you anyway. " nate slurred, nudging matt from his seat into the backroom of their vip section, shoving him inside slightly. " enjoy your little show. " giggling like a little kid nate yelled over the loud music before quickly shutting the door.
matt found himself slowly sinking into a plush velvet red chair positioned in the center of the room even more uncomfortable then before but with the little shots he had his nerves were slightly calmed down. casting his gaze around, he noticed a sleek chrome pole rising from the floor, its surface glinting under the soft glow of dark pink led lights that bathed the room in an intimate ambiance. Above him, a large mirror adorned the ceiling, reflecting the scene below in a mesmerizing display of lights and shadows.
As he settled into the chair and with the music pulsed softly in the background, the door creaked open, and a familiar silhouette emerged. with each step, the click of stiletto heels echoed in the room, drawing matt's attention like a magnet. which only caused him to realized the dancer was the same one who had captivated him all night.
and oh he couldn’t wait to thank chris and nate.
" Hello there," she purred, her voice a sultry melody that sent shivers down his spine.
the boy swallowed hard, his gaze locked on her hypnotic movements. " Hi. " he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.
with a soft smile, she began inching closer with each step. " do you like what you see? " she teased, her skin illuminated by the pink light, casting a radiant glow, while her eyes burned with intensity,
all matt could do was nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from her. his heart pounding in his chest.
her laughter was like music, she could feel how nervous he was and her goal was to break him out of that, even if it was just for tonight.
" good," she murmured, her fingertips trailing lightly along his jawline. " because tonight, I'm all yours. " she teased, a playful pout adorning her face as her eyelashes fluttered delicately, and her glossy lips finding their way between her teeth.
she straddled his lap with effortless grace, her body melding seamlessly with his. The warmth of her skin against his sent a rush of heat through him, igniting a primal longing that begged to be sated.
Her hands traced patterns across his chest, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine, while her face nestled into the curve of his neck, she peppered delicate kisses along his skin.
her acrylic nails trailed down his stomach as she swayed her hips against his lap, the friction catching Matt off guard. A soft moan escaped his lips, betraying the intensity of the sensations coursing through him.
" enjoying yourself, baby ?" she whispered softly, her lips brushing against his ear as she continued to dance.
matt could only manage a breathless nod, his hands instinctively finding purchase on her hips as he surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of her movements, despite his efforts to contain them, soft groans and whimpers escaped from his lips.
The sensation was entirely foreign to him, his eyes fluttering closed as waves of desire washed over him. All he could think about was the overwhelming urge to touch her, the thought of tearing her out of that tiny outfit threatening to make him lose control right then and there.
he almost didn't let himself give in, until the little sense he had flew out the window. gripping her hips firmly, matt found himself grinding into the girl, the intensity of the moment overwhelming.
with a desperate whimper. he pleaded, warmth seeping through his boxers as the tension built up, his voice barely audible amidst the pulsating rhythm of the music.
" let me make you feel good. "
sliding off his lap, her touch lingering on his skin like an electric pulse. — the sight of her pierced nipples, hardened against the sheer fabric of your top, threatened to having him come undone again on spot if she didn’t circle around his chair, her voice against his ear; sending a shiver down his spine.
" here’s my card. " she said, her voice soft as she leaned in, trailing her fingers down his tattooed arm. as she did, she felt matt lean back against her, his head resting against her breast, his breath was heavy with each gentle caress of her touch as he gazed up at her through heavy-lidded eyes.
pulling back gently, she dropped the card into his lap, her eyes meeting his as the song finally came to an end.
" I'll be waiting for you. "
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diorst4rr · 9 months
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PRETTY MAMA! isagi yoichi.
━︎━︎━︎━︎headcannons. no warnings. short fic. black fem reader.
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Isagi who knows your makeup routine like it’s the back of his hand. 🫶🏾💕
I mean, how could he not when he is ALWAYS looking at you? You’re just sosososo pretty!
Some times, he’ll come over to your house and just chill in your room. And there will be times when he is just staring at you—absolutely mesmerized and wondering “how did I bag this cutie?”
When you do your makeup he watches carefully just starstruck.
Isagi already thinks you’re absolutely gorg and that you don’t really need any makeup, but you like putting it on so who is he to judge? 🤷🏾‍♀️
You’d be asking Isagi to pass you some things you need like your makeup bag or your mascara, on your desk and he’d gladly do it. Sometimes he’ll ask if he can do it—he tried once and never again 💀
“Now Yoichi…” You start, looking at yourself in the mirror. Isagi asked if he could do your eyeliner, and when you told him it was harder than it looked—he didn’t believe you.
You have a long black line on your eyelid that looked mediocre at best. He lowkey made your ass look emo. You look at yourself in the mirror and then side eyed Isagi. His face was turned away from you but you could see him laughing from the reflection.
“Let’s just stick to what we’re good at. You play football and I’ll do my makeup.” You say emphasizing the “I’ll” as you reach for some makeup wipes.
“My bad name, never again.” Isagi promises, traces of laughter still on his face.
Isagi’s favorite part of your routine is your lips. And you can always trust he’ll be right beside you when you pull out your tray of glosses and oils.
He really loves helping you choose what color you want. And he watches as you line your lips, apply your lipstick and then add the gloss as a finishing touch.
He swears he just wants to kiss you right then and there. 🤭
Every time you finish he always compliments you and says how perfect you look. He’ll sometimes sneak in a picture that he would then add to his album with other wonderful pictures of you. 💘
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© DIORST4RR
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