☆ Suck-suck-succubus! ── A Blue Lock Fanfiction. // Where You Come To Wreck The Blue Lock Boys

☆ suck-suck-succubus! ── a blue lock fanfiction. // where you come to wreck the blue lock boys but end up ruined instead.

synopsis: ego jinpachi was a crazed man, a man who had raised a team of monsters that devoured everything on field and made their way to national team in just their early twenties. but were these men ready to be the greatest just yet? were they ready to leave behind dirty temptations and sickening thoughts just to be the greatest? good thing he knew just the person to test them. pairing: afab!reader x multiple men [aged up isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, hyoma chigiri, meguru bachira, rensuke kunigami.] // every character gets a separate drabble with the same character (reader.) and it's implied that the reader has slept with them all. cw: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. [this means the story contains themes one may not be comfortable with. if you find yourself growing uncomfortable, please click away.] NOT PROOFREAD. WRITTEN DURING A DELUSIONAL PHASE. MDNI. girl don't. nsfw concludes: penetration, doin' it raw, cunnilingus, blowjob, teasing, nicknames, slight bimbofication and teasing, overstimulation, praise, marathon sex. please read it whole or i'll hunt you. pretty please :) m.list

"you know what to do." the man nodded once, not even sending a fleeting glance your way as he casually leaned back into his chair, "just try to break them."

"i don't have to try, ego. just say the word and i would have already gotten them wrapped 'round my finger."

"that delusional?" the man enquired and you didn't miss the sharp glint in his eyes behind those rimmed glasses. all you could do was smile, "that confident. but—" your words drawled on, fingers clasping over the mahogany table, "what do i get from this?"

ego jinpachi smiled, and the sight sent shivers down spine. a cheque slid over to your side, a clear sum of one million yen printed neatly for you to claim. you stared at the piece of paper a second too long before dragging your gaze to the crazed man, "you're offering me money to ruin your players?"

"try your best." the man sat up straight, his lanky frame shifting under his usual suit, "ruin them if you can."

you knew ego jinpachi was an eccentric man, and you knew you owed him a favor from years ago. but for him to have called you, and asked you to seduce his own team before they went for championship felt crazy... even by his standards.

"why are you doing this?" you asked, nimble fingers mindlessly pulling the cheque and turning it around in your palm, "they're your team. don't you want them focused before the championship?"

"don't question me."

fair enough. after all, you were getting paid.

★player 01: isagi yoichi! ya think i don't know what i'm doing?

you had heard of the man, seen him on your television screen game after game. flowing, black hair, blue eyes with a crazed look every time he was on the field. isagi yoichi was a beast; an ever-evolving phantom that possibly haunted every footballer's nightmares. on the field, he was ruthless. he was the one to ruin others, and now it was finally his turn. at your hands, at that.

his hair was tousled, head tipped back and rested against the wall as weak pants slipped past his lips. his fingers were tangled into your hair as you kissed his erection, all sloppy from his salty pre and your lipgloss. he pulled his length out just to smear the tip against your lips, groaning at the feeling of you eagerly peeking out your tongue to tease his needy, aching dick.

all it had taken to break his resolve was to call him to your assigned room after everyone had slept, and tell him the thing as it was. no hidden games, no unkept promises. isagi yoichi was smart enough to see through any games, anyways. what was the point?

"so, ego sent you? to test me, probably." he had concluded by the time you had uttered the second sentence. you rolled your eyes, "has blue lock altered your brain chemistry to think of everything as a trap? i jus' wanna fuck, yoichi."

you saw his fist tighten as you let out honeyed syllables of his name, purposefully bunching your already short skirt upwards. even as his eyes swayed, transfixed against your soft, exposed skin, the man's tone stayed ever-so-polite, "i honestly expected better from ego. i didn't think he was a benevolent man."

"who says i am a product of his benevolence?"

"a-ah," and now the footballed panted, his fingers pulling at your roots as you bobbed up and down, taking his length deeper and deeper into your mouth with each mean, little suck.

"shit," he hissed, eyes clenching shut, "jus' like that, baby."

you felt his thighs clench under your touch, the muscle spasming all erratic as his hips bucked into your mouth. as you felt him breath heavily, you peeled yourself off of him with a lewd pop.

looking up at him, all wide-eyes and devilish smiles, yoichi looked down at you with part confusion, part impatience. "i—" his voice trembled, "i was so fuckin' close, why'd you stop?"

you pulled yourself up, cleaning your mouth with your fingers carelessly, "just cause. goodnight, isagi. you can go back to your room."

"wh-what?" the man spluttered, demeanor uncharacteristically disheveled as he took in the sight of you walking away from him, "what?"

"goodnight." you replied without even looking back, ready to cozy up in your bed and go to sleep. there was no reply from his side, and then something flipped.

"what?" his voice rasped, hands coming to close around your wrist to pull you back into himself, "you think i'll just let you walk away?"

the man turned you around, pressing your chest to the wall as your cheek came to squish against the cold, hard wall. a harsh tug had your skirt pulled upwards, has your drenched panties pulled to the side hastily and had him stuffing you full of his cock, "take it."

"sh-yoichi!" you yelped, thighs automatically parting to accommodate his mean, shallow thrusts. something in the air changed. the compliant man, ready to be ruined by you was suddenly a beast, a man who would break you just to build you up again. his voice dragged, a nimble finger coming to spread your puffy folds and toy with the wettened bud, "think you can jus' toy with me? hah," a humorless laugh left him, dick slipping in and out of you faster and faster and faster, "you thought i'll spare you?"

"ngh— y-yoichi," he pressed your face into the wall, using the pressure to drill into you, to find the spots that will undo you. your mouth fell apart, silent screams into the bricked walls as he rasped in your ear, "you just wanted to fuck right?" a harsh snap of his pelvis and you lost your balance, limply held up by his strong arms, "see? aren't i fucking you right now?"

as you stayed silent, too lost in the feeling of his tip brushing against your g-spot and a hurricane building up in your stomach, yoichi pulled your face towards his, meeting your bleary eyes with his crazed ones, "answer me."

"ye-yeah."

"feel good, huh?" his heavy breaths the only coherent sounds, accompanied by the slap of skin over skin and your stupid babbling, "y- hah yoichi, harder."

"huh?" the star player laughed, his agile finger rubbing patterns against your clit as he kept up his inhumane pace, "want more?"

he pinched your throbbing bud and you arched back into him, eyes growing teary, "ah, ngh please 'm gonna cum. mgonna— cum."

you heard the man shuffle behind you, fully expecting him to go overboard. except he didn't. pulling himself out, he left your throbbing, dripping cunt empty.

"what—" you turned around to look at your culprit only for him to slip back inside in one fluid motion, fucking you dumb again. your voice wobbled, your body falling forward and only held up by him, "shit, you feel so g-good, hah oh my god."

and then you were spasming around his dick, eyes clenching shut as he kept fucking into you through your orgasm. your stomach felt heavy, breath uneven and barely lucid as isagi emptied himself within you.

seeing you in front of him — his seed slipping out of you, your face all reddened and sweaty from his administration, beautiful — isagi yoichi was sure he had finally found another addiction, one battling even the likes of his football career and dreams of being a striker.

as he left your body and stepped back, you leaned on the wall, catching your breath. yoichi spoke up again, his words no longer formal and polite like they had started off when he had first came into your room. he was ruthless. "if you wanna get fucked dumb again, let me know."

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 02: rin itoshi! you thought this would work on me?

rin itoshi was nothing if not a fucking hard-ass. he was rude, blunt, downright cruel if you didn't fall into the small circle of people he could tolerate. he was a man with a purpose, a man with tunnel vision, and right now that vision was you bent over his desk, looking back at him with nothing but heady desire.

his strong grip held your wrists behind your back, the other hand toying with your entrance. for the activity he was doing, his voice was awfully bored, "what did you exactly think would happen once you came here?"

you tried speaking, "well—"

"—it was a rhetorical question." the man replied coolly, his eyes against yours in a heavy dance while his fingers teased your drenched cunt, "did you actually think you'd come here, and i'd fall into your little trap? ego has seriously lost his mind if he thinks this is enough to make me lose control."

"that being said," the younger itoshi hummed, finally looking down to see what a mess you were making of his table, dripping down obscenely onto the wood and coating his fingers, "i cannot lie that this is entertaining."

he had you spread out like that for however long, you couldn't even recall. but seeing how his green eyes locked onto you, how his voice slightly lost their edge as he played with you had you feeling like maybe he was losing control.

"rin," you whined, your chest arching further into the wood as you pathetically tried to move, "jus' do something. anything."

"tsk," the man husked, all disappointed as you tried to meaninglessly struggle against his vice-like grip on your wrist, "why? from the looks of it, you look like you're enjoying this a lot."

as if to emphasize, his fingers finally swept past your puffy clit, softly rubbing the nub. you threw your head backwards, a silent moan at the final contact. looking at you entranced, the man finally slipped a finger into your velvety heat, and then another immediately after.

stretching you open on his digits, rin itoshi couldn't lie he could see the appeal in you. the way your body molded to his touches, how you keened into his fleeting touches against your clit, how he almost all but buried himself within your sickly, sweet cunt.

"r-rin," you panted, eyes clenched shut, "f-faster, please."

"hm?" if you didn't know any better, you would have taken his tone as one of annoyance. dripping in boredom, he reminded you all while his digits pumped in and out of you repeatedly, "look me in the eye while you're talking to me."

"ugh," your voice shook as you forced your eyes open. looking at the raven-headed man through a shaky gaze, you tried to repeat the lewd request, "faster... please?"

as you looked back at him; eyes red, lips wobbling and body almost limp except for the jitters that shook you over and over again, rin swallowed hard. faking nonchalance was getting harder.

"let me do you one better." rin itoshi pulled out his fingers — all coated with your essence — and you whined at his action before he teased the stretched-out cunt with the tip of his aching dick, "take it all since you want it so fuckin' bad."

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 03: hyoma chigiri! gentleman in the streets, freak in them sheets!

hyoma chigiri prided himself to be a gentleman. he was always graceful, always so well-manner and proper. he was — what you considered — the easiest prey. you thought you would utter something suggestive, tie your hair and fall to your knees and he would explode right there. oh, how wrong you were.

"tired already?" his hair stuck to his forehead, long tresses half-glued to his sweaty back and half-falling over you as he caged you under him. his lean biceps flexed, his pelvic region coming in fleeting contact with your aching cunt every time he slipped his cock inside you.

you panted, words jumbling at his almost mocking tone, "chigiri plea—"

he cut you off, "please what?"

oh, how dare he act so nonchalant? especially after he had been keeping up the same tantalizing, torturous pace for the past hour. you knew the man had crazy stamina, you had seen his explosive strength as he ran the course of the field in a matter of mere seconds. but those same legs now supported his figure as he pressed your knees to your chest and rammed into you so, so slowly.

"the p-pace," you tried again and he furrowed his brow, looking so pretty hovering over you. he repeated, "what's wrong with the pace?"

"'s so slow." you hoped your weak words would do the trick but hyoma chigiri just looked at you confused, as if you were uttering an alien language. he laughed, "are you saying i'm slow? me?" shaking his head, he disapproved, "that's a bit harsh."

you whined, nails digging into his sculpted back as you tried to physically taint him into changing the pace. the reddish scars against his back ignited something within the man. he hummed, "well, since you've been so patient 'n all, i guess—"

his thrust almost took you by surprise, a gasp stuck in your throat at his sudden intensity. his pelvis met yours in a lewd grind and you keened into his touches, praying to any deity above that he just keeps up this pace.

and boy, did those deities answer.

because now you were gasping, reeling from your second orgasm, as the man above you kept going. a light layer of sheen covered you both, his hair was dripping, and you were sure that one more thrust and your body would rip open.

"c'mon," he insisted, his words now reduced to groans and stuttering moans, "gimme one more."

"no, no, no." you shook your head but a steady hand came to pull your cheeks together, forcing you to meet his eyes. the man rasped, "did i fuckin' ask? i told you i need one more."

the same hand that had been holding your face trailed downwards to toy with your neglected clit while his dick rammed against the same gooey spot within you. the pressure in your stomach rose dangerously, and you squirmed under him, screaming his name.

and then, you erupted. muscles spasming, cunt fluttering so tight around him as you screamed his name. and he came just as intensely within you, painting your insides white with his essence.

as chigiri hyoma finally caught his breath and looked down at you, at your blissful, spent expression, he almost envisioned a future where this was you and him every morning. a future where he woke you up with orgasms and candied words against your lips. ah, too bad ego was the one pulling the strings.

but dammit, was ego good at pulling strings.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 04: rensuke kunigami! over 'n over again? let's go till infinity, tonight.

rensuke kunigami knew what he wanted in his life. you knew the muscled man as someone who never stopped, never gave up, never for a second ever held back from giving it his all. so, why would he act any different with you?

you had been so sweet to him, anyways. you had waltzed into his room late at night, complimenting his strikes and offering him a massage as a small favour. now, he was returning the favor by folding you in half, ramming in 'n out, in 'n out, in 'n ou—

"—oh my god, rensuke." you gasp, your legs dangling on his muscled shoulders as he used you as a ragdoll.

his untamed hair is now a bit matted, sweat drops cascading down his neck and down his rippling abs and chest. you would follow the path of that drop shamelessly if he hadn't forced you to focus on him and only him.

rensuke kunigami was an usually reserved man. but the way you ruined him was a experiment that needed to be studied. he lost control the second you showed up in those itty-bitty top and short combo to give him a free massage. ofcourse, now he was just repaying the favour.

he didn't care that ego might be behind it, that you were just a mere distraction. more like he couldn't care as you moaned out his name and tried to buck into him, tried to match his erratic thrusts.

he was such a deranged man at your touches, losing all inhibitions and acting on his most dark thoughts because as soon as you got comfortable in one position, as soon as he saw you about to come undone, he would manhandle you and have you another way.

this position was your fourth and you were half-afraid you'd pass out before his stamina ran out. the man panted, "shi-shit, gonna come?"

"yes, please." your legs locked against his broad back, trying to force him into the position and not edge you again. and although, rensuke kunigami was a crazed man, he couldn't lie that he wanted to feel you cum on his dick. ego's scheme be damned.

"c-cum for me," he hissed, pelvis grinding into you with more and more intensity as your eyes rolled back and muscles grew tense under him. he repeated, words coming so hard to his parched throat, "cum for me. cum on me, pretty girl."

"hah shit—" your voice pitched and you saw your vision fade to black, just a violent storm inside your body that calmed down slowly as the man above you finally pulled out and spilled white all over your abdomen.

he panted, gasping for air like he had just played 6 consecutive matches, he picked up the white on his index and pushed it past your wobbling lips, looking as you accepted his taste with a sweet hum.

"fuck, baby. one last time?" he asked. but what was the point of asking as he was already slipping inside you?

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 05: meguru bachira! ah, the monster won't let me stop!

meguru bachira swore he grew up with a monster. not the scary kind, no. his was kind, his was ambitious, his was his only friend growing up. but now, as you laid before him, he realized that the monster was him.

you had grabbed his wrist after dinner, and he had grinned and teased his friends as you dragged him away. he had heard the rumors. isagi, itoshi, kunigami, chigiri — all of them seemed to have gotten a pretty little session from you. and he would be lying if he said he wasn't waiting for his turn.

sure, ego was playing with them. ego wanted to test them. but what ego didn't know was that meguru bachira was a man at your service, ready for whatever.

he had waited for his turn so long, of course, he wanted to make a good impression. maybe that's why your hands were tied to the headboard of his bed, your thighs split open on each side of his face as he lapped at you like a man ravished.

you were so sweet, and he almost grew angry at the idea of all of them having you. but right now, you were pulling at your handcuffs so desperately, you were telling him he was doing so good and that you were gonna come again.

"meg—" you cried out, hips raising in a desperate attempt only for them to be pushed down by his arms. he kept lapping at you, kept fucking you with his tongue, kept staring at your face as it contorted into one of pleasure. you cried again, trying to push him away, "meguru, too much. 's too much."

he stopped, if only for a moment. he raised his head up, looking at your disheveled state. your hair stuck to your body, your eyes crazed the same way he felt he looked chasing after the ball on the field. except, you looked more beautiful than all of his sweaty teammates combined.

you sighed with relief, "stop, megs."

"hm?" he peeked his tongue out, softly licking away at the honeyed residue on his lips, "why?"

"i'm tire— meguru!" your voice climbed several octaves higher as he ignored you and delved right where he had made a mess with your unyielding juices, cum and his spit. you cried out, tried to rattle the bed with your actions.

but those sounds did nothing but make him rut the bed harder. his sweats and bedsheet were nowhere as sweet or plush as your cunt, or your mouth. but right now, it would do. he rutted, pressing his sensitive, wet cock into the fabric like an animal in heat. he wasn't ashamed to admit that he had already came once. and how could he not with your sweet voice just above him?

"m-meguru, baby." you tried to move away, but it was no use as he actively hunt you down with his tongue. he hummed against you, his words a broken mess, "yeah, what?"

"stop, please." the overstimulation was getting too much, it was going straight from your cunt to your head and you swear you were growing dumber as he wrecked you with his sultry muscle.

"no," he stuck his tongue out, teasing your swollen clit with his tip, "the monster said i cannot stop."

and maybe meguru bachira was a sadist cause he swore he came again when you whined and he answered by eating you out even more passionately.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 06: nagi seishiro! the only kind of hard work i wanna do.

nagi seishiro thought everything was pointless, and so very energy-consuming. he had heard about ego's new scheme, he had seen you waltz around the blue lock facilities and all he wondered was: was all that hardwork with you worth it? yes. it was.

his arms pressed your back to his chest, and you were surprised by the force as he kept you pined against him. his leg snaked against yours and you found it difficult to move. rendered useless. all you could do was lay by your side, held by his arm and with his leg between yours, opening your drenched pussy to his greedy vision.

by now, everyone knew what you were upto. a succubus. a fucking witch that came just to fill their head with filthy thoughts, and wreck their cognitive senses. and now, it was nagi seishiro's turn.

"ah, ah, ah." the man tutted, shaking his head softly and the white tresses softly caressed your neck. he buried his face into your skin, inhaling you and exhaling a soft moan even though it was you getting utterly wrecked.

he knew it would be a lot of hardwork, so, yes, nagi seishiro did cheat. he went ahead and got a vibrator. a small, bullet vibrator that did more than enough work for him.

"s-sei." you cringed at how pathetic you sounded, your own voice drowning under the buzz of the toy, and the man replied against your soft skin, "hm?"

"turn on the higher intensity s-setting." your voice sounded confident, as if you weren't already making a mess on the little, buzzing adult toy even at the second setting. nagi's fingers were drenched, the sheets underneath you probably soiled with your juices.

"oh?" the snowy-haired man repeated your words in his head, "you wan' more?"

you nodded and the man pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder, muttering, "okay, then."

while you did expected a gradual increase in the vibration, you did not expect the intensity to go up to a 5, and then nagi slipping his erection within you immediately afterwards.

"feels good," the man muttered again, his voice so soft that you had to concentrate just to hear his little quips. nagi's hips pistoned in and out of you, a steady, jagged little rhythm that made sure he bumped against your g-spot drag after drag.

with a particularly harsh stroke, nagi stilled within your heat. his tip kept stationary against your kryptonite, and as he pressed the bullet vibrator to your clit, you felt a fire budding within you.

you thrashed against him but you were quickly reminded he was a professional player because he had a chokehold on your body. not one muscle moved without nagi's permission, and you were effectively all but in his control.

he was your puppeteer and you were the helpless, stupid doll he was playing with. he decided everything. from the pace of his strokes, to the intensity. he stopped as he pleased, and then started again. you almost grew frustrated, "sei, fuck me harder."

well, you should have given him clearer instructions. because now the snow-haired prodigy focused. his hips snapped, skin reddening by hitting against your skin and the tip of the vibrating toy placed perfectly on your swollen nub.

"oh my god," you rasped and nagi took it upon himself to fuck you toll you could not utter a word more. as you spasmed against his cock and he emptied himself within you, nagi seishiro could only ask one thing, "wan' more?"

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 07: reo mikage! etch me to your memory, forever.

reo mikage had all the wealth in the world. he could buy you whole if he wanted, but what was the fun in that? he wanted you to remember him. he wanted you to think of him everytime you touched yourself, everytime those wretched fucking bastards touched you.

"jus' like that," his smooth voice guided you, "go slower."

you focused on the smooth baritone of his voice, on the pretty way the syllables rang out of his mouth. you focused on his sound, because frankly, that was all you could do.

you were blindfolded, sat down on his bed and spread open for him to devour you whole.

even with all the access in the world, reo mikage didn't want anything that didn't make him work hard. so, naturally, he wanted to put on a show. he wanted to feel you follow him. he wanted to remind you who he truly was. even if ego wanted him distracted and in shambled, reo pledged to ruin ego's chess piece entirely.

"now, circle your clit." you did as you were told, pace slow and the actions well-calculated. reo smiled, a self-satisfying little thing as you followed his instructions like a lost puppy, "good girl. continue that, keep goin'."

you shook your head, already worked up with your own fingers against yourself. after being filled and defiled by each of them, just having your own fingers felt rather... bland. but as reo's voice guided you, you couldn't help but follow along.

"go faster," he instructed, his own hand falling on his hot, hard erection, "go as fast as your pathetic fucking fingers can go. yeah," he laughed, looking at how you tried to keep up the pace but faltered just a few moments in.

you felt shivers down his spine as you felt his hot breath on your inner thigh. he was so close, yet he did nothing but chant instructions, "put a finger in, and fuck yourself like it's my dick."

you tried, a helpless whine on your lip as you couldn't exactly fuck yourself as well as they could. "awh?" reo questioned, his breath so close to where you wanted it, "cannot?"

"reo, please." you tried to negotiate, still pumping a finger within yourself, "please jus' do something."

"hah," he player laughed, almost flattered at your whines, "can't. just work for it, pretty girl." he waited a moment, seeing your struggle before uttering out, "now, another finger. go on."

you put one more, and he moaned as he tugged on his own erection, "now fuck yourself open on them."

you threw your head back, finally finding some rhythm within your own digits. but as soon as you felt yourself growing hotter with your own touches, a soft hand caught your wrist and then you felt a soft, foreign kiss on your drooling cunt.

"r-reo?" you asked, taken aback by his tongue lapping at you. reo mikage hummed, his grip still tight on your wrist, "shh, just enjoy."

but there was nothing to enjoy. he stopped, making you realize his absence. "reo?" your voice grew feeble and then, you heard a deeper voice. a familiar voice. a voice that echoed against your ear, "missing me?"

rensuke kunigami?!

"huh?" you replied, confused and then a sharp smell invaded your smell. a characteristic smell. the same perfume rin itoshi always wore. and then, your heightened senses let you know that there were a lot more people in this room than you anticipated.

"told ya, didn't i?" isagi yoichi hummed, "if you ever wanted to get fucked dumb, just call us."

oh my god. what kind of a trap did ego jinpachi throw you in?

a/n: PART TWOOO OR WHAT. no, i will not apologize for this shit. it got me out of writers block. no, i don't take criticism. only compliments, thankyou. jokes aside, ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH BLUE LOCK OMGGG. catch me writing for them day 'n night now. also, sorry if i mess up somewhere. uni started and brother, all my energy is gone. hope you like it, love ya hotties 💋💋 m.list [check out my other work mwuah]

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tags: black reader x katsuki, newly established relationship (still trying to keep up the illusion for your partner), black reader doing her hair, emotional reader, Katsuki being the rational calm boyfriend, fluffy, cute ending.

a/n: i skimmed barely proofread sorry for any mistakes, hope you guys enjoy. reblogs appreciated.

“I can come over tonight?” Katsuki asked on speaker of your phone.

You two spent everyday together since he had confessed to you by shoving flowers into your hands and running off before you had a chance to respond in slight shock.

“Uh I’m busy tonight sorry.” You said watching yourself in the mirror studying your scalp distracted.

“Okay what about tomorrow?” Katsuki grunted unhappy he would spend time away from you.

“Tomorrow I'm busy too, i can’t hang out this weekend.” You said eyeing the thin black plastic bag filled with beauty supplies sitting on your vanity.

He frowned, you always told him about upcoming plans you had. At lunch always rambling about whatever you wanted and him listening with small grunts and nods. You didn’t mention anything before about plans.

“What are you doing?” He asked. Not wanting to pry so early into a relationship and scare you off. He had plans to make you his permanently but he was nosey.

“My hair,” You answered honestly.

“What do you mean your hair? It takes that long?” He asked confused.

“Yeah, it does. I have a lot of hair and it takes a lot of hours sometimes a couple of days.” You admitted with a sigh already dreading the process.

Katsuki sat there on the other side of the phone with a small sigh of relief. You weren’t blowing him off with anyone else, just your hair. He had no idea about black hair but he knew he cared about you and that meant this was important.

“Do you need help?” He offered making you silent in surprise widely blinking at the phone.

The man that would tell his partner in the field to fuck off when he asked. Was readily offering you his help.

You let out a small laugh, “I do but I don’t think you know what that entails. It’s a really long process and it’s tiring. Im okay though thanks for asking.”

He just wanted to see you. After spending every day together for a month, he doesn’t know if he could go 3 days.

“Alright the offer still stands if you change your mind. Don’t tire yourself out.” He sighed and you both said your goodbyes.

You fiddled with the ends of your hair with a huff.

“Let’s get this over with.”

You wanted to ram your head into a wall. Staring at half your head being braided, 10 hours down and probably another 7 to go.

Your back hurt, your arms hurt, your head hurt it was not ideal. Not eating all day and getting irritated at everything you were in a mood.

Throwing the rat tail comb from your hands on the floor you flopped onto your bed in tears needing a break.

Your phone began buzzing, face still in the mattress you reached around til you found it and pressed answer button.

“Hello,” You answered muffled

“Hey how’s it going?” Bakugo asked

You sniffled pulling your head up tears running.

“It’s fine.”

Bakugo heard how upset you were causing his forehead to crease, “What’s wrong baby?” in a softer voice.

“It’s nothing it’s just my hair and i’m tired and cranky and i haven’t eaten all day. I’ve only done maybe half of my head and i want to stop.” You said through tears.

“Hey, hey please stop crying it’ll be okay.” Katsuki said trying to soothe you through the phone but it wasn’t working. Noticing a twinge in his chest at the sound of your soft sniffles.

You left out small huffs trying to control your breathing, “Yeah…sorry I should go you don’t want to hear me crying. Sorry to bother.” You realized you were probably scaring away the one guy you did like with your hysterics.

“No I didn-“

“I have to go thanks for calling.”

Katsuki stared at the phone feeling his stomach sink.

You cried until your eyes were puffy and reluctantly went back to braiding your hair. You were so impatient and tender headed but you would not spend 200+ dollars on box braids.

After about an hour you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to your boyfriend with a bag of takeout and one from the pharmacy.

You yelped in surprise slamming the door just as fast as you opened it.

Katsuki was very confused and kind of hurt at your reaction.

“Y/n! What the fuck come on.” He yelled from the other side of the door.

Your face held such embarrassment, hoping this was a figment of your imagination.

Your boyfriend was NOT here when you looked like a hot mess.

Your non-black boyfriend at that.

This is a nightmare.

“What are you doing here!” You yelled back through the door.

“Baby you were crying and I haven’t seen you in almost 2 days!"

You groaned, “You can’t see me like this! you have to go home.”

He grunted in annoyance, “You better open up. Im not leaving when you were crying.”

You were silent waiting for him to go home and he wasn’t budging. With a sigh you opened the door peaking out at him.

“Are ya gonna let me in?” He asked with raised blond eyebrows and pretty crimson eyes.

You opened the door and stepped aside.

“What’s wrong why are you slamming doors and crying?” He asked looking down at you as he entered your apartment.

You slowly closed the door behind you and leaned back against it.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” You admitted thankful that you didn't blush noticeably.

“Baby like what.” He sighed dropping the bags on your coffee table and bringing you in close.

Your head fell into his muscular chest, smelling his cologne.

“My hair.” You mumbled into his shirt.

He pulled back and used one hand to push back your hair to see your face. Your hair is in sections and a half-braided mess.

“I like you and your hair. So will you calm down please?”

“Really?” You asked with teary eyes looking up at him.

“Yes, I do.” He reassured his hands gently holding you, his main goal to calm you down from this tired anxiety driven mood.

“Okay.” You mumbled head falling back into his chest.

He rubbed your back, “What’s going on?” asking again.

“I stayed up all night and im not even halfway done. I have a headache.” You mumbled in tears.

Katsuki led you to the couch and made you take a seat.

“Take a break. You look hangry and I brought food.” He said propping you in his lap and handing you takeout.

You finished your food and leaned your head in his neck. Your headache stopping. He was right as usual, you were hangry.

“I’m sorry for slamming the door in your face that was mean.” You said wrapping him in a side hug.

His hand rubbed the side of your thigh with a light kiss on your nose.

“It’s okay, ya didnt break my nose with the door slam.” Katsuki said making you laugh.

“Can I?” He asked gesturing to your head and you nodded.

Katsuki’s thick fingers touching your blow dried hair.

“It’s soft.” He said with mild surprise, “Like really soft.”

You laughed, “Yeah I do have soft hair, but so do you.” Reaching up and lightly tugging on his spiky blonde hair. His hair was getting longer in the back. It may be because he loves your hands all over him and especially his head, giving you more hair to yank. Just a theory of course you would never say to him.

He grunted, “You feel better?”

“Yes…” You nodded as he smiled knowing what he was gonna say

“Crying over the being hungry?” He teased showing his canines with his smile and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Are you discriminating against a black woman?” You squinted but Bakugo had heard that before.

“I just came over here with food to stop your crying and got a door slammed in my face.” He said with narrowed eyes matching your own.

“Uh fine.” You sighed, “Can you not be a good boyfriend so I can call you a bigot.” Your hand trailing up his stomach under his shirt, wanting skin to skin contact.

He pinched the inside of your thigh making you yelp in pain in response. His head deeply buried into your neck just enjoying your touch

“Ow…”You whined rubbing the bruised spot.

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ninrixs

2 years ago

This was tooooo good !!

neteyam + lo’ak + aonung x na’vi!fem reader

✑ three of em’ are age up, pure smut. MINORS DNI! Reblogs are okay.

✑ both of you or just you are about to cum when they noticed someone is coming so they tried to play it cool and warn you while on it

✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃ ✃

❈ Neteyam

The both of you stayed back at the hut, Neteyam fake his illness so he can just have a moment with you. This weeks were horrible for him since he can’t even have a one moment with you without his father dragging him to hunting

“Won’t you hug your legs for me, princess?”

He lick his fingers and slid three inside you, you let out whimper as he finger fuck you again. He really live up to his words when he said that he won’t leave you alone not until he makes you cum ten times

“‘Teyem… I want your cock please”

You look at him with daze eyes and he smirk, about to fuck you with his cock again when he heard noises outside the hut

“Hope his feeling better”

It was his mother’s voice, his eyes drop down at you who is begging already. He let out a growl and told you to sat down beside him, grabbing the cover he use it to cover his whole body and the arm he extended to which he buried his fingers inside you

“This is crazy!” You reasoned out, he suddenly move his fingers inside and made you moan

“Make a noise and I will fuck you in broad daylight”

Was his last warning before his mother came in and he faked a cough

“Y/N! So glad you’re here. Is he feeling any better?”

You were about to answer and Neteyam move his fingers inside in scissor motion causing your breath to hitch

“M-More than ever..”

Neteyam bit his lip to prevent himself on laughing as he felt your glare at him. Ah, how he love to tease you.

❈ Lo’ak

Out in the woods, again. That’s how you and Lo’ak spend most of your leisure time and the both of you really take your time in many good ways

Like how he got you pin on a tree and him pumping his load for the third time now in you, you put your arms around his neck. Placing a kiss on his neck before he hoist you up and began to move again

“Any more than this and I will go crazy, love..”

“And that’s how I like it, c’mon let me hear your voice.”

You press your body towards him as he move, you didn’t even bother being alert around you. Fucking with him outside, it makes you want more.

Lo’ak was moaning with you when he noticed some na’vi in patrol are coming towards where you guys were. He couldn’t stop now, not when you feel so good and chanting his name

“Bit on my shoulde, my love. I will go fast”

He didn’t wait for your response and fasten his pace making you shut your mouth and covering it, your eyes watered and your body began to tremble, Lo’ak let out a hiss when you bite into him and his seed spilled inside you

“Lo’ak? What are you doing in here?”

A na’vi ask him and the man just smiled

“Just taking a walk, y’know away from my father’s nagging”

The na’vi only hum as a reply and excuse himself, Lo’ak parted the leaves that is hiding your body. There you laid, naked. Oh Eywa, his cock is hard again.

❈ Aonung

“Shut up or I won’t let you ever cum!”

Aonung threatened as he went rougher and faster. Your eyes watered, tears threatening to fall and his features immediately soften and have you wrap your legs around his waist. He bend down to kiss you and hush you

“Sorry baby, it’s just the more I hear your voice. The more I want to fuck you rough.”

“So you don’t want to hear my voice?”

You ask and Aonung almost cum when he saw your expression. He flip you, your chest press against the wooden floor of their marui pod. You whimpered when he slid his cock and you can hear the sounds when your skins slap to each other

“Aonung? Mother wants you to meet her..”

Aonung curse under his breath as he stuff two fingers inside your mouth, he moved faster and faster until he spilled his cum inside you not even minding the stinging pain when you bit on his finger

“Tell her I’m coming! I just gotta finish something”

He move away from you and plop down on the side but you crawled towards him, your hands wrapping around his shaft, tongue licking his cock clean. He smirk and caress your face

“Yeah… I gotta finish fucking you until you’re just a dumb bitch just for me.”

˗ˏˋ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 : 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 ´ˎ˗

𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝

↳ sour honey :: 🔞

↳ tell me you love me :: 🔞

↳ i know you love me :: 🔞

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝

↳ hours :: 🔞

↳ pancakes

𝐡𝐜𝐬/𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 | 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝

↳ mack’s trick or treat :: 🔞 (sfw as well)

↳ comfort

↳ things armin does

↳ s/o & clothing

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ninrixs

2 months ago

just how fast the night changes

Change is scary, if not horrifying. Though you haven't seen each other in years, but the underlying affection you have for one another with never change.

childhood friends ---> lovers

ft. Isagi

(reader is fem)

As children, you guys were inseparable.

His parents, your parents, the aunties and uncles, even other kids that you both knew were convinced you guys were going to get married.

As teenagers, you stayed just as inseparable, now branching out to new possibilities.

You would study together, play video games together, go to the movies together. As time went on both of you made new friends, you guys would join the friend groups and go out to the arcade or the cafe.

That was until Blue Lock.

As adults, you were just a blissful memory to each other.

You couldn't be mad at him, but the fact he didn't reach out ticked you off. The changes did in fact drive you insane at first. You went from talking everyday, being together at all times, to only seeing him on the TV. You always saw him on the TV at your favorite small cafe. He changed, but not so much. You knew him through and through. His eyes, his childlike smile, the way his face would flush pink when he was really happy. He was the same Yoichi you knew as a toddler.

One day, the Isagi family invited your family and a few others over for a little reunion. You, despite being piled up with work, decided to stop by to show respect. Driving down the suburban roads, your mind kept shifting. You couldn't help but think about Yoichi, I mean, would he end up being there? No way, you thought.

You parked right in front of the Isagi household, texting your mom that you were there, and taking a deep breath before stepping out and locking your car.

You rang the doorbell with a bouquet of flowers in your hand, and a nice fruit basket in the other.

Anxiously waiting for the door to open, you stared at the ground praying that he wouldn't be there. Not that you hated him or anything, but you didn't think your heart could take it.

You heard excited conversation and footsteps approaching the door, preparing yourself to walk in.

That when the door opened, and there he was Isagi Yoichi, star football player for Bastard Munchen in all his glory.

Your stomach sank as your heartbeat sped up, why was he here, and why did he look good?

Hair slightly damp, probably from the shower, a plain white shirt and light wash jeans. He looked like his usual adorable self, just a bit taller, and more muscular.

"Hi" He said awkwardly with that dumb flushed smile of his, guess that hasn't changed either.

"Hi, how have you been?" You responded in efforts to not make the situation more awkward.

Before he could say anything, his mom pushed him aside to see you.

"Oh my goodness! You've grown beautifully my dear!" She exclaimed, you had always loved his mom, she was the cutest thing on this Earth. She then smacked Yoichi's arm, he flinched in response with puzzled look on his face.

"Yoichi, have you no manners! Invite her inside!" She scolded.

He gestured for you to come inside while pouting at his mom. You laughed before placing your shoes in the corner of the entryway.

You greeted the aunties and old friends and sat down at the table next to Isagi. All was good and well, not awkward at all until one aunty spoke a bit too honestly.

"My goodness, you two are just made for each other, even as kids! It was just meant to be!"

The tension in the atmosphere was intense. You accidentally made eye contact with him before quickly looking the other way to hide your embarrassment. You didn't look long enough to see the pink dusted over his cheeks and the tips of his ears, the warmth was quickly crawling up to his face, and was not doing him any favors.

"Awww they're so shy! Look at them." She continued.

Then another aunty chimed in.

"Just look how red his face is! What a pair!"

Soon all the uncles and aunties were laughing about how perfect you guys were for each other, you quickly excused yourself to the restroom.

You immediately took a sigh of relief before rubbing the sides of your temples. The comments were getting to your head, and awakening the young girl who could've sworn she was in love with Yoichi Isagi and was going to marry him. You knew that deep down, that young girl never left. Like a fool, you still have deep feelings for him. You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down before walking out of the restroom. You were about to seat yourself at the large table again, but the room at the end of the hallway caught your attention.

Yoichi's room.

You didn't want to go in, because that is so creepy, but it didn't feel like that. You had spent years of your life in that room, it was like a second room.

You walked into the room, it hasn't changed at all, except for the few new posters on his wall of his teams logo. You looked around and smiled, same old Yoichi.

You looked around to see if anything else was changed, and a certain photo caught you eye.

On his desk, there was a small, black photo frame on his desk. A photo of the two of you on the first day of highschool, a selfie at the small cafe you loved (the one you still go to). You both looked so young, so cheerful and so absorbed in each other.

You recognized the frame, because you gave it to him. A decorated frame, but the photo was the two of you as kids, around 7 years old, the picture was new. He chose the current picture. Picking it up in your hands, you felt a wave of a mournful feeling wash over you. You missed him a lot, and this feeling proved it.

"Hi, stranger."

Your soul nearly jumped out of you when you heard him speak from behind you. When you met his eyes, embarrassment washed over you. He was looking at you, leaned against the doorway.

"I didn't want to go back out there so I just kinda walked in here, sorry." You said quickly, hoping you didn't look like a creep.

"You left me for the wolves, I feel so betrayed." He said, a bit of sarcasm laced behind his words.

You dryly laughed through your breath, still looking awkward as hell standing in the middle of his room.

"I missed you, a lot." He said, filling the awkward silence.

You looked at him with a wistful look in your eyes.

"I missed you too, it has been a while hasn't it?"

He nodded, lips pursed into a thin line before opening his mouth to speak again.

"I'm sorry for not keeping in touch." He said, regret in his tone.

"It's okay, you were building your career, that is more important." You smiled at him.

He couldn't help the heavy feeling in his heart.

"No, you are important too. I should've stayed in touch, I should've called or texted or emailed or something. I shouldn't have left my best friend behind."

Best friend, ouch.

you almost felt pity for yourself before reminding yourself that you have moved on.

"Believe me Isagi, it is fine, you had a lot on your plate, i'll always be here if you need me though, I hope you know that."

He froze. Isagi? Since when did you call him Isagi? It was always either Yoichi, Yoi, or even dumbass.

"We've been so out of touch that I was demoted to just Isagi huh?" He laughed a bit with a sarcastic hurt look on his face, but internally he was actually so hurt. You rolled your eyes while laughing with him.

"Well, we aren't kids anymore Isagi."

That hit him hard.

"I wish we were still kids."

A silence washed over the room, both of you refused to speak.

You looked at the ground uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.

Isagi decided, screw it, it's now or never.

He closed the six feet between you two, tilting your head up with his hand on your jaw and kissed you. When you pulled away, he stared down into your eyes, looking for any kind of discomfort. That was until you pulled him back in. Years of yearning and false beliefs that what you felt was unrequited led to this very moment, and this made it all worth it. You pulled away again, this time looking up at him with a bright smile on your face. The hand you had placed on the back of his head came forward and pushed the slightly overgrown bangs out of his face.

As adults, you were each other's everything.

2 months later (in your room this time)

"You know, I chose that picture because that's the day I realized I was in love with you."

You rolled your eyes, heat crawling up to your face at the confession.

"Well you always have been corny." You laugh.

He did a faux gasp, faking offense.

"How could you say this to me?" He pretends to wipe his tears.

You hit him lightly with a pillow, laughing at his behavior.

He grabs a pillow and lightly hits back, which resulted in a mini pillow fight. Flopping backwards into your bed, you nuzzled into Yoichi's side, holding his arm.

With a matching photo frame of your teenage photo in your vision staring right back at you.

xoxo, august

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ninrixs

2 months ago

"𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬"

moving was hectic and busy, so busy that you had forgotten to text roommate! isagi that plans changed and you would be moving in at 8 PM instead of 2 PM. he was wondering why you weren’t responding to your texts and not answering your calls for six hours (to which you felt terribly sorry for doing so and apologized about it later), as he spent the whole day embracing himself for an awkward introduction.

but instead of one, you open the door to your new shared apartment to the sight of roommate! isagi in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips as he stood there in the kitchen eating fruits, dumbfounded at your unexpected arrival.

that was six months ago. since then, the two of you had fallen into an easy rhythm of late-night kitchen conversations about your days, movie marathons, playful teasing that sometimes felt like something more.

and then there were the accidents. the way you would turn too quickly and find yourself chest-to-chest with him in the hallway. the way he would purposely leave the bathroom door open a crack with the light off to have you walk in on him post-shower, thinking he was done, but he was really just “touching up his hair.” or the way his voice dropped when he said your name.

you told yourself it was nothing. but then came your first storm together.

the power had gone out, leaving your apartment in darkness, but the worst part? you were in the middle of showering.

“you okay? need light?” you hear roommate! isagi ask you from outside the bathroom door, knocking.

“yes please, i can barely see anything,” you respond, but since the door is locked, you have no choice but to step out of the shower, wrap yourself in a towel, and get a light from the boy yourself.

however, when you open the door, you don’t see your roommate. where’d he go? before you turn the corner of the hallway and call for his name, you collide into muscle and the lantern in his hand turns on.

his mouth practically gapes at the sight of you with wet hair and just a towel on, droplets of water still scattered across the smooth surface of your skin. your round exposed shoulders and parted lips are enough to send him reeling and he nearly drops the lantern.

“thanks,” you say, oblivious to his reaction and taking the lantern to the bathroom with you to continue your shower.

what you didn’t even realize was how this small interaction confirmed his feelings for you were real.

the planned movie night was no longer a go because of the power outage, leaving the two of you sitting on the couch with nothing else to do. the heater was also turned off, causing you to shiver from the entering winter cold.

“you’re shivering,” roommate! isagi murmured, his voice husky. he reached for you, his hands sliding around your waist and pulling you closer.

you should have moved away. you should have made a joke, kept it light like always. but instead, you pressed against him, your fingers trailing over his chest, your breath catching when his lips hovered just inches from yours.

he murmured your name, his voice thick with something you had only dreamed about. it made your brain hazy.

"yeah?" you reply, fingers curling into the fabric of his white t-shirt.

"i can't –" his mouth crashed into yours, hot and insistent, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you onto his lap.

he wouldn’t stop until you knew what true passion and heat felt like.

by the time you two broke apart, gasping for air, his forehead resting against yours, you knew there was no going back.

"well," you sighed, grinning. "guess we’re more than roommates now.”

the black-haired boy chuckled, his thumb tracing your lower lip. "what do you mean? we’ve always been more than roommates."

a/n: i love me a good roommates to lovers trope :p AND I'M SORRY IDK WHERE THE HEADER IMAGE IS FROM ☹️

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ninrixs

5 months ago

Gehennas Girl

Synopsis: Rin takes Shiros’ death harder than Yukio and turns to his blood father, becoming a prince of Gehenna. Conflict arises when not everyone accepts him. Rebellions break out and Satan sends Rin to meet you, one of his loyal demon lords. Highly regarded for doling out punishment for anyone who betrays Gehenna. Your loyalty to the crown will help Rin no matter what but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun with the prince to test if he really is worthy of the crown.

FINALLY the time has come to unleash this piece. I’ve been so caught up and wanting it to be perfect that I haven’t thought about how fun the writing is. So I’ll write it just to have fun and I hope you’ll all enjoy it. Id like to have the first chapter finished this week and I’ve got a good bit of it finished but I just need to finish a few things and some more research. Anywho I present Gehennas Girl

Months had gone by since Shiros’ death but Rin couldn't shake it. All his life he had been discriminated against and hated even, for reasons he knew not. Until his blood father Satan possessed Shiro, leaving the man no choice but to sacrifice himself to save his sons. Rin couldn't understand why Shiro didn't just leave the boys for dead, at least he'd be alive right now. They weren't his kids so why'd he care so much. He feels it's his fault for even being born. The one person in life that had given him hope to live each day to the fullest had been stolen from him all because he decided to open his arms and home to them and look where that got him. It would just be better if he left this world and returned to his would-be home. There he would be free to be himself, tail, fangs, and flames alike. Rin says his good-byes to his slumbering brother and makes his way to the beginning of his new start. Walking beneath the night sky the air is cool and brisk. He finds himself in a dark alleyway, not knowing how to open the Gehenna gate he just wings it. “Blood, I need lots of blood right?”, he whispers to himself. Rin takes out the Kurikara and slices his arm, thick crimson liquid pours from the gash, he begins calling to his father. “Please I am tired of living like this, I just want to be free. Please father let me come home.” Rin takes a deep breath then he releases it, activating his flames. After a few long seconds the pavement beneath him begins to bubble, grotesque moving eyes appear atop a deep bronze gate. He begins to slowly sink into the sludge Within the affected area, alas his life would be changed forever.

The darkness had swallowed him whole, he didn't know where he was or what was going to happen to him. When he emerges from the void of the gate he is met with the eyes of many. The gate spits him out and he's sitting on the floor of hells’ palace. Before him stands a large white wolf with eyes as yellow as the suns’ rays . Rin stands to his feet, he finally gets to meet his father face to face, not really sure of what to say, the young boy bows in respect. He slowly raises his head, once again meeting the eyes of his father. The wolf begins speaking telepathically, “My son you've finally come home, I won't pry but i'm glad you’ve come.” Rin just nods and scratches the back of his neck. Satan turns to his followers announcing the return of his son, a new prince of Gehenna. Most cheer and celebrate wildly, while others stand rigid, snarling at the boy. Rin realizes this isn't gonna be easy, he'll try anyway.

It's been two months in Gehenna and it has been an adjustment to say the least. Time moves a lot quicker here. Each month in Gehenna is a year in Assiah year, but that only applies to the high ranking demons and since Rin has the blood of Satan coursing through his veins his body has grown tremendously. He doesn't feel older or wiser but he's felt a change in his aura. He's been training with Amaimon and occasionally Mephisto comes to teach him about hells’ politics or lack thereof and what it takes to be a prince of Gehenna. For the most part he gets along with everyone, but a quarter of the Council of Gehenna isn't too pleased with the boys’ arrival. They believe he is unfit to call himself a Prince of Gehenna and refuse to get to know him. What will it take to prove himself he wonders.

A week later chaos erupted outside the palace, so the true fight had begun. The mob screams at the guards , trying to push through the gate. Rin sees the commotion from outside. His father gathers a few strong warriors and summons Amiamon , “Rin go to Helka, there you will find a small kingdom whose ruler has been loyal to this crown for ages. She will help you devise a plan to snuff out the rebels. This is your first duty as a Prince of Gehenna, show these mongrels your place is here.” Of course Satan could make quick work of the rebels but Rin needs to prove he is strong enough on his own. Rin begins to protest, “But why can't I just talk to the guys who hate me, I'm sure if they get to know me they'll learn I'm an okay guy.” The wolf snarls loudly, slamming his paws on the floor with a heavy thud. “THIS IS NOT ASSIAH, you cannot discipline demons with human means. This is the only way they'll respect you.” Rin sighs deeply, maybe this is more than he bargained for, is he really up for this challenge? Is this really any different than before he left? Instead of being discriminated against for being Satan's son he’s being discriminated for not being enough of Satan's son. Could he really achieve what he set out to? He pondered only for a moment as his father spoke out. “Go NOW boy!!, you are in good hands, The Queen of Niflheim will help you.” Rin obeys, following behind the demon warriors and Amiamon follows closely behind. The group makes their way to the entrance gate. The young prince knows things are about to get hairy, Amiamon looks at him “Remember what we practiced, control your flames and you'll be fine, the green haired demon smiles at him baring his fangs wildly. The gate swings open and the fight is on. Demons of all shapes and sizes come rushing at the group, but one by one they are picked off. Rin is able to hold his own until one of the high ranking demons approaches him. His adams apple bobs in his throat and he grips Kurikara tight in his hands, Rin makes the first move and lunges forward trying to over power the demon, but the high ranking demon has the upper hand. The demon dodges Rins attack and smacks him down with strong force. Rin is stunned and stumbles back trying to collect himself, he steels his nerves and allows his flames to flow. Rin had been afraid to hurt someone when he used his flames before but now all his worries are burned away. Rin takes a stance and grips his sword and with one mighty slash he slices the demon in two.

Proud of himself, though unfortunately he didn’t have time to celebrate because he had a journey to get to. Even though he manages to smite one highly ranking demon there are many more that will come for him and will be much more powerful. Just as he takes a step to join up with Amaimon, he begins to feel woozy and light headed. It seems his body wasn’t used to such new found power. He blacks out and falls to the ground. Just before he’s out cold he can hear Amaimon screaming at the warriors to get a carriage through.

Rin wakes to the sound of harsh winds nipping at his ears. Confused by the change in temperature as well he jolts forward and assesses his surroundings. Amiamon sits across from him picking his teeth with his claws. He growls at Rin lowly, “ ‘Bout time you woke up jackass.” Rin rolls his eyes, still uncertain of their place, a few demon warriors sit at his sides and of course the demon that drives the carriage. Rin pulls the curtain back only to be smacked with blinding white, this is nothing for miles except snow. The Queen of Niflheim lives in this frigid wasteland, he almost felt sad for her. Hours go by and Rin finally speaks, “How much longer? I'm getting antsy here”. Amiamon spits “We get there when we get there brat, can it before i delay us further to kick your ass”. Rin sticks his tongue out at the green eyed demon. Just as Amiamon lunges for Rin the ground begins to shake violently. The carriage comes to a screeching halt causing its occupants to fly about the cabin. They find themselves in a pile of arms and legs, the demons erupt into screams and shouts at one another to get off and dont touch me. Just as they'd untangled themselves, they'd failed to notice the ground shaking stopped and been replaced by earth shattering thuds. Amaimon laughs and grabs Rin by the scruff of his neck, the carriage door is kicked open and Rins thrown out. He finds himself face down on the icy ground. “Go greet the queens welcoming party would ‘ya kid”. Rin takes a step to get to his feet, when he loses his balance from that roaring thud. The young prince unsheathes Kurikara and takes a defensive stance. Slowly, cautiously Rin moves away from the carriage. As he turns the corner he sees a pool of blood at the front where the driver ought to be. Unsure of what to expect, Rin moves with haste, only to be gobsmacked with the sight before him. A giant pitch black wolf stands before him baring its fangs and snarling. For the first time in his life he was truly scared, he could feel the anger radiating from this beast and usually he could talk his way in or out of trouble but considering his sword is drawn and that's seen as an act of aggression he fears he might be done for now. The wolf charges Rin and he's on him in a flash, the beast's paw is raised and just before it comes down to smite him Amiamon leaps in between the two. The wolf stalls for a moment and growls at the demon. Amiamon bows slightly then raises his head, “ I know buddy its been a while since i came to visit you but father has me babysitting. Amaimon reaches out to the wolf and in turn it bows its head and the demon is rubbing it softly. With one large thud the wolf plops onto the ice and relaxes. Amiamon assaults the beast with tickles and tummy rubs. Rin is bewildering, just moments ago he was about to be mauled by the very beast he is watching loll its tongue out whilst enjoying behind the ear scratches. The green hair demon turns to Rin and sticks his tongue out. Rin scrabbles to his feet, so many emotions are running through his veins, he looks at his half brother with so much hate and anger in his eyes. The demon speaks in a high pitched baby talking tone, “Rin this is Fenrir he's the Queen of Niflheims brother, he's also the guard for the palace.” Rin shouts loudly “Her BROTHER???!!!!, how does that even happen?” the wolf snaps its eyes over to the blue haired demon, “Best not to ask too many questions, or raise your voice like that you sir are not on Fennys good side” Amaimon whispers. The demon warriors exit the carriage and bow to Fenrir, the wolf stands and leads them towards the palace entrance. Fenrir howls and the ground opens up before them. Down they go with Rin at the back of the line feeling defeated in his efforts to get stronger and to understand Gehenna and its inner workings. Tired of being weak Rin vows to become stronger for no one but himself. By any means necessary.

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