#blue lock x reader

[fragileheartbeats]

Y/n: tits or ass?

Him: your pussy

[merlucide]

BLLK BOYS BEING JELLY

Notes: I haven’t made a smau in forever wow

characters: Nagi, Kaiser, Ness, Sendou, Shidou, Rin

warnings: cursing, shidou

taglist: @gigiiiiislife @sharkissm @luvingshidou @kurona-theshark @soleilonthesun @duckydee-0 @someprettyname @rinitoshisgirl

so tired rn

made June 18th 2024

[ninibeingdelulu]

How he react when you…

ft. michael kaiser, rin itoshi, sae itoshi, meguru bachira, ryusei shidou, oliver aiku, seishiro nagi

How he react when you kiss/lick/nibble his earlobe/neck/jaw.

Michael Kaiser -

That silent, stoic striker wouldn't let on how affected he is at first. But you'd definitely feel his breath hitch and muscles tense up as a delicious shiver courses through him. After recovering his composure with a subtle throat clearing, Michael would tilt his head, gaze burning with reinvigorated hunger as he claims your lips in a searing, demanding kiss. His big hands would yank you flush against that powerful frame as the passion rapidly spirals out of control.

Rin Itoshi -

The prodigious forward would probably squeak out a scandalized yelp at the initial intimate contact against such a sensitive area. His cheeks would instantly blaze crimson as those pretty blue-green eyes go comically wide. But the more you lavished attention there, Rin would instinctively squirm closer, breath escaping in ragged pants. Before you know it, he'd twine those toned arms around your neck, eagerly reciprocating the affection with shy yet thorough kisses peppering along your jaw.

Sae Itoshi -

As complex and unpredictable as Sae Itoshi's personality tends to be, his initial reaction would likely be...blank indifference, at least outwardly. But those cunning hazel eyes would sharpen with distinct interest at your bold move. He might hum an amused rumble low in his throat before nonchalantly cupping your face to guide you back to that sensitive spot, silently encouraging you to continue mapping every inch with your lips and tongue.

Meguru Bachira -

That cheeky little firecracker definitely wouldn't hold back his vocals at the abrupt intimate stimulation. A strangled whine would rapidly dissolve into unrestrained moans rumbling from his chest as you worked over that tender flesh. Pretty soon those sinfully long lashes would flutter with unbridled arousal, and Bachira would seize a fistful of your hair, arching shamelessly into each sensual caress until he captured your mouth in a frantic, open-mouthed clash of teeth and roving tongue.

Ryusei Shidou -

The cool-headed sniper would undoubtedly attempt to maintain some thin veneer of nonchalance despite your smoldering efforts rapidly tearing it to shreds. Ryusei's piercing gaze would lidded with pleasure as a low, throbbing groan tumbled past those sculpted lips. You'd feel his pulse hammering erratically beneath your palms until finally, one of those nimble hands cards through your hair to tilt your head aside, granting Ryusei unfettered access to return the fervent favor against the sensitive column of your own throat.

Oliver Aiku -

Confident yet empathetic, Oliver would likely wear a lopsided smirk brimming with appreciation for your brazen display of intimacy. He'd shower plenty of praise and endearments amidst the heated kisses scattered along your jawline while one of those sculpted arms bands securely around your waist. The other hand would tenderly cradle the nape of your neck, thumb caressing idle patterns into your skin as his honeyed rumbles of gratification reverberate straight down your spine.

Seishiro Nagi -

That quietly intense striker's sharp intakes of indrawn breath would be your first clue he's restraining volcanic passion bubbling just beneath that stoic facade. Nagi's granite stare would smolder intensely as your thorough ministrations gradually unravel his preternatural composure. Whiplash fast, those calloused yet reverent palms would cup your face, guiding you into an almost bruising clash of lips and questing tongues before the inferno consumes you both entirely.

[sanaexus]

social's as karasu's girlfriend

-liked by kuniisuke, eita.otoya and 123.9k others

yourusername: sorry the last image was necessary

tagged: karasu_tabito

chigi.who: i love how the pictures slowly became weirder ↳yourusername: he's a silly lil fella ↳karasu_tabito: i hate you 😊 ↳yourusername: wow ok guess i'll go hit up my side chicks ↳karasu_tabito: you have 4 contacts on your phone and two of them are your parents and one is me ↳yourusername: what if i have a secret phone ↳karasu_tabito: you can hide your secrets as well as reo and nagi can hide their relationship ↳reo.miikage: WHY BRING US INTO THIS ↳kuniisuke: you didn't even try to deny?? ↳nagi.seishiro: i told him hiding a relationship is a hassle

user1: karasu looks so punchable like bitch wipe that stupid smirk of you before i slap you ↳karasu_tabito: you just called me punchable and then told me you'll slap me ↳yourusername: shut up it's the thought that counts

isaichii: the last image looks like he has 16 uno cards up his ass ↳yourusername: real it's canon i was the 7th uno card up his ass ↳karasu_tabito: what the fuck no

eita.otoya: you donr smile like that around me nor do you make a heart on your food for me ↳karasu_tabito: she doesn't ditch me for a random chick she met at a cafe ↳yourusername: i would maybe i should ↳karasu_tabito: you'll scared them off ↳yourusername: OH FUCK OFF

megubachi: last image is major shidou vibes ↳shiidoryu: i don't eat grass i ate ass ↳rin.itoshi: eat* ↳rin.itoshi: WAIT THE FUCK? I JUST RE-READ THE SENTENCE WHAT DID I JUST SEE ↳yourusername: rate sae's ass on the scale of 1-10 based on taste, texture, flavour, and bounciness ↳shiidoryu: overall it's a 9.866/10 ↳itoshi_sae: please kys ↳itoshi_sae: i hope you fucking choke ↳itoshi_sae: thank you i guess ↳shiidoryu: i am a proud masochist btw

-liked by isaichii, megubachi and 134.6k others

yourusername: turns out kids hate him

tagged: karasu_tabito

user2: first picture looks like you're talking him on a walk ↳yourusername: that's bc i am he's a lil furry fella ↳karasu_tabito: do you not have anything else to do other than insult me ↳eita.otoya: FREEDOM OF SPEECH ↳megubachi: RAHHH WE'RE IN A FREE COUNTRY💯💯🗣🗣‼‼🔥🔥💣💣🔫🔫😎😎🔛🔝 ↳shiidoryu: WHAT'S A KILOMETER 💯💯🗣🗣‼‼🔥🔥💣💣🔫🔫😎😎🔛🔝 ↳isaichii: 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸💯💯🔛🔝 ↳karasu_tabito: sigh

julian.loki: WHO SAID I CAN'T WEAR MY CONVERSE WITH MY DRESS? OH BABY THAT'S JUST ME 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣💯💯💯💯💯 ↳user3: never in a million year would i have thought i'd see THE julian loki say that ↳julian.loki: why? can a man not wear converse with his dress ↳yourusername: you'd look bad in it ↳yourusername: you look bad in everything ↳julian.loki: BIRCH FYCKING WAYCH OUT I'LL STEAL YOUR ADOPT ME OETS ↳yourusername: FUCKIGN TRY ME HOE POW POW BOTHC ↳julian.loki: *pulls on your hair* ↳yourusername: *kicks your nuts* ↳julian.loki: YOU CNAR BEAT ME I'M BATMAN ↳yourusername: YOU CANT EVEN BE ROBIN

reo.miikage: to be fair if someone with 15 pounds of hairgel, a creepy smile held me i'd hate them too and be terrified and probably piss myself ↳karasu_tabito: I DO NOT PUT 15 POUNDS OF HAIRGEL AND I DO NOT HAVE A CREEPY SMILE ↳yourusername: both are up for deabte ↳karasu_tabito: kys

karasu_tabito: we look cute together ↳yourusername: i know right like i feel bad for other couples bc we're js the best ↳reo.miikage: cough ↳nagi.seishiro: choki doesn't agree ↳yourusername: choki is also a fucking cactus so stfu ↳nagi.seishiro: not cool dude :x ↳kuniisuke: "the best" are you sure? ↳chigi.who: i will eat your liver ↳yourusername: BEO WHAT 😦😦

-liked by nagi.seishiro, hiyori and 157.3k others

karasu_tabito: we do act like normal couples (sometimes)

tagged: yourusername

nikkoki: the lego man should have been a soccer play, karasu can barely get a glass of water without spilling it ↳mikka.kaiser: MOTHERFUCKER ↳mikka.kaiser: bITCH ITS FOOT FUCKING BALL YOU DUMWITS ↳hiyori: CAN YOU NOT GO ONE POST WITHOUT POINTING THAY OUT YOU CHICKEN ↳shiidoryu: who's foot is fucking whose balls? ↳rin.itoshi: dimwits* that* whose* ↳alexis.ness: THAT'S NOT THE POINT OF KAISER COMMENT ARE YOU GUYS TO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND OR WHAT ↳yourusername: BOY STFU GO FUCK HIS BALLS WITH YOUR FOOT ↳shiidoryu: ohhh so ness's feet are fucking kaiser's balls got it ↳alexis.ness: apparently we aren't gay ↳yourusername: oh you aren't? ↳eita.otoya: WHY A CHICKEN? KAISER SEEMS LIKE HE WOULD TASTE LIKE BLUEBERRIES NOT CHICKEN ↳kenyu.yukimiya: THAT'S NOT THE FUCK POINT ↳karasu_tabito: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A GF APPRICIATION POST NOT FUCKING EACHOTHER BALLS WITH YOUR FEET OR GUESSING HOW WE TASTE

isaichii: "girlfriend appreciation post" puts a picture of him and his bestfriend scared shitless of someone in a pink dress ↳yourusername: count your days ↳isaichii: I'M TOO GOOD AT FOOTBALL TO DIE KILL KAISER ↳mikka.kaiser: WHY ME KILL NESS ↳alexis.ness: who's killing who ↳eita.otoya: i thought she couldn't do shit so i insulted her dress needless to say never again ↳yourusername: i don't bite ↳eita.otoya: YES YOU DO

user3: you look so pretty in the first picture, date me and leave this wannabe assassin ↳yourusernme: you're right take me to mcdonalds and we'll plan the wedding ↳karasu_tabito: not on my watch you wont ↳yourusername: WELL SOMEONE NEEDS TO TAKE ME MCDONALDS TO PLAN MY WEDDING AND YOU WON'T DO IT ↳karasu_tabito: fine be ready in 15 if you take a second more than that i'm dropping you off at pet shelter ↳yourusername: RUDE??? ↳yourusername: i like the pet shelter anyway so win win for me

yourusername: OMGOMGOMGOMG YOU LOVE ME !!! ↳karasu_tabito: if i didn't i wouldn't put myself through the torture of dating you ↳yourusername: 🙁🙁 ↳megubachi: YOU MAFE HER SAD WOW ↳isaichii: it's alright y/n we're gonna get help for you as soon as we can ↳yourusername: i'm not dying ↳chigi.who: (wE'RE TRYNA MAKE HIM FEEL GUILTY??) ↳yourusername: (OHHHH GOT IT) ↳yourusername: HOW COULD YOU TABITO?!?! THERE'S NOTHING WORTH LIVING FOR ↳karasu_tabito: i'll let you terrorize otoya please just shut up ↳eita.otoya: WHAT HAPPENED TO BROS BFR HOES? ↳karasu_tabito: you are the hoe

WOOO WE'RE FINALLY DONEEEE WITH THIS ONEE feels good to finish this anw i dont like it bye guys

[hxnbi]

⸻ ( •ᴥ• ) ❝ IS THAT... ME? ❞

their reaction to you drawing them ﹒﹒blue lock boys

ft. nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma x gn. reader (separate)

NAGI SEISHIRO | 凪 誠士郎  ─ ♬. ⁺ ♡

"I'm home!" you called out, expecting some response from the same groggy voice you came to love. 

You had returned home after a long day, and from that, carried alongside a bag from NAGI’s favourite fast food joint as a peace offering for your boyfriend. "Sorry for coming home late. My professor had us stay back for extra lectures, but I brought your favorite—" You trailed off upon seeing him sprawled on the couch, fast asleep.

Nagi awfully had a way of making even the most uncomfortable sleeping positions seem restful. It was admirable, in a weird way. You always saw him sleep in unusual and sometimes contorted positions, and today was no exception. His tall, lanky frame was twisted in what could only be described as a shrimp-like posture, with one arm draped over his eyes and the other hanging off the couch, limbs hanging off the sides in what looked like the most uncomfortable posture imaginable. But for all you knew, he could’ve been having the most refreshing dream ever…

But instead of waking him up immediately, an idea sparked in your mind. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, deciding to capture this moment with a quick sketch. 

You set down the food on the kitchen counter and grabbed your sketchbook. Settling down in a chair nearby, you then began to sketch with light chicken scratches, the lines flowing easily as you captured the endearing, albeit charmingly awkward, way Nagi slept, his mind clearly off to dreamland. His mouth was slightly open, and his hair was a tousled mess—details you knew would make him laugh later.

Once finished, you couldn't resist teasing him a bit. You gently poked your boyfriend's nose with your finger, rousing him from his slumber.

“Sei,” you whispered, “I’m home.”

He mumbled something incoherent, slowly blinking his eyes open to see you standing there, a playful smile on your face.

“I have a gift for you. Well, two,” you said, holding up the drawing and gesturing towards the kitchen table where the food awaited.

That got his attention. Several groans and moans later, Nagi struggled to sit up from his awkward position. As he stretched, you could see his tall, lanky frame finally standing upward, his height and broad shoulders a stark contrast to your own. He sure did look the part of an athlete, even if he did act like a toddler at times.

“I think you look nice like this, don’t you think?” you teased, holding up the drawing.

He groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Why are you saying it like that…”

You laughed and handed him the drawing. He stared at it for a moment, a sleepy smile spreading across his face. 

“I look ridiculous,” he muttered, but you could tell he was amused.

“You should be grateful! Y’know, that’s the sleeping face I came home to tonight when I had bought him for,” you teased, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the kitchen. “I brought your favorite food! So, which gift did you like more?”

“The drawing, of course,” he muttered, his arms still encased around you as he fiddled with the hem of your sleeves and its bottoms.

“You’re just saying that because you want to make me happy,” you said, leaning into his embrace.

“Mhm…” Nagi took his chance—one that was as good as any—to pull you closer, finding a comfortable position that he could easily doze off right then and there. And in a way, he certainly did sound like he was ready to pass out at any second. “And I’m not fixing my posture,” he stated with utter conviction despite his sleepy tone, his tone almost comedic in its seriousness that made you deadpan.

“Sei…”

ISAGI YOICHI | 潔 世一  ─ ♬. ⁺ ♡

From daylight to dusk, your boyfriend, ISAGI, would be playing soccer on the field. Sometimes he would be practising with others, but most of the time it would be between you and Isagi alone. He was easily someone obsessed over the sport, and during the times when you would join him on the field, you would merely sit and watch as he played on his own, all with a hand over your chin and cheering him on. You found it charming to see his love for the sport take shape, with each training session bringing noticeable improvement. But as sweet as it was, it did occasionally bore you at times. 

So you had a plan. During one of the days, before heading together with Isagi on the field, you grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and shoved it in your pocket. That day, a few of his teammates from Blue Lock had joined in, and not wanting to interrupt their practice, you would find yourself and your hands sketching out Isagi while he was playing, capturing a moment of time.

Hours later, as you two walked together, your boyfriend would notice the piece of sketch paper in your hand and, stopping what he was doing, holding the ball in his hands, curiously, sheepishly asked what it was. You laughed,  noticing the boy's hesitant expression—that he didn’t feel particularly comfortable asking, yet his curiosity was too strong to resist not to.

“Oh! It's just a quick sketch I drew of you while you were playing. Do you want to see? I was gonna show it to you later but I suppose there’s no harm in revealing the surprise now!”

A sketch? Of him? Since when did you draw him?

Did he want to see? A drawing of him made by you? Of course he did.

With his neck reaching over your shoulder to get a glance at the paper, his first reaction was a mix of panic and delight, his expression wide-eyed and beaming from ear to ear.

“This is… me?” He struggled to find words, if any at all.

“Yeah!” you laughed. “I tried to capture you in the moment, but it turned out pretty medi—”

Your words were cut off as Isagi came to embrace you, encircling your waist with a grip so strong that it almost knocked you to the ground. He tightened his hold, his arms around your torso, his face nuzzled into your neck.

“I love it,” he murmured. “I love it so much. I can’t believe my significant other is so talented.”

Your mouth went agape just at the level of physical affection Isagi was showing at a mere drawing. “T-Talented?! Me? Yoichi… you’re being modest.”

But that was just it. It wasn’t “just a drawing” to him. It was a masterpiece, a reflection of your love for him. And the playful teasing continued from there. Little did you know, Isagi would bring the drawing to his next game and flaunt it to his teammates, who, for the most part, couldn’t care less. Some were more interested than others.

“Tch, that asshole… not only is he disgustingly talented, but he also has a sweeter-than-sugar significant other.”

“I’d say that bastard is having too much fun.”

“Agreed.”

BACHIRA MEGURU | 蜂楽 廻  ─ ♬. ⁺ ♡

With your binder and papers in hand, enjoying a peaceful moment right outside a school building, waiting for a certain someone to finish class, out of pure boredom and nothing else, you decided to pass the time by doing some doodling. If only he were actually here to be your model, you thought, but, oh well, you made do with what you had. Besides, it was just a little sketch anyway. It's not like he or you would care that much about the finished product.

“Whatcha doing~?” a voice sang loudly, a figure suddenly appearing right over your shoulder, making you flinch until you saw that familiar tuff of black and yellow hair, realizing it was only BACHIRA, your boyfriend.

Bachira excitedly looked at your drawing, his chin resting on your shoulder as a support. “Do you like it?” you asked, a bit shyly.

“I do! Hmmm, what's that supposed to be, an elephant?” he mused. 

‘I’m sorry, wha—’

You would expect that he was joking, but this was Bachira you were talking about. For all you knew, he could be completely serious. And if you knew anything about Bachira, is that he is unpredictable. 

“I- wha- NO! It's you!” you exclaimed, a laugh escaping your lips.

His face lit up even more. “Wahhh really?! I’m honoured!” Bachira grinned, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek. “You’re the best, you know that?”

You smiled back, feeling the warmth of his affection. “I try,” you said, your cheeks heating up with a mix of embarrassment and joy.

“You drew me so well! There’s no way I look this good in real life!”

‘Okk… now he’s pushing it.’

You swear you could see him smiling from ear to ear, and he quickly pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, but just enough to make your face flush red. “I can’t wait to show this to everyone!!”

“Ahah, alright…”

‘He’s not actually going to do that, right…?’

Oh how wrong you were.

The very next day, you'd be greeted by the sight of the drawing you made of him as Bachira’s new wallpaper, front and centre. 

Your mouth fell. ‘He… he really was serious.’

ITOSHI RIN | 糸師 凛  ─ ♬. ⁺ ♡

“...ughhhh.”

“What are you looking at?” 

RIN tapped his own pen on your paper, his index finger rhythmically tapping against the desk. If you didn't know better, you would’ve thought that your own boyfriend was scolding you for doing something bad. Well, that’s because he was.

You and Rin were supposed to be studying together that day, but your mind was drifting elsewhere, going back to all the chores you have lying at home—as if you’re actually going to do them—and what to eat for dinner with your boyfriend; the same boyfriend, who, at that exact moment, was staring hypothetical bullets into the front of his poor paper. Meanwhile, while you were in la la land, Rin was diligently focused on his own work, his head fixated on his own work, while you were scribbling onto a piece of paper that was once your worksheet.

Rin looked up at you, an eyebrow raised. “You must’ve been rather inspired to get on your homework this efficiently..”

“What? O-Oh, yeah,” you stammered, trying to sound convincing.

How convincing indeed. In fact, Rin stood up for once in the entire study period, moving away from his own work to stare directly at you—talking to you in a language using nothing but his eyes. You immediately hid the paper with another piece of lined paper over it, which was, unfortunately, empty. This did not convince your boyfriend at all.

Rin came even closer until he was mere centimetres away from your face. “Do you want to show me what you’ve been doing?”

It wasn’t an order, but that didn’t exactly sound like a request either. You were screwed. 

“Promise you won’t get mad?” you said sheepishly, making Rin sigh, knowing that was even a request. He could never truly get mad at you. 

And with that, you sheepishly revealed your paper, removing your hands to unveil the lead sketch. A moment passed until you heard a sigh exhale from Rin’s exasperated lips.

“Were you seriously paying any attention to what I was teaching you earlier? My explanations may as well have gone through deaf ears.”

“But lookkk! You look so handsome.”

He gave you the most uninterested look imaginable, making you gloomily sink back into your seat in defeat. “Since when do I look like that?” He deadpanned, utterly republished with a scrunched-up expression before critiquing every, and he meant, every single detail, down to where his pupils were looking.

“If you didn’t like it, then you should’ve said so…” you pouted. “Got my hopes up for nothing,” you mumbled under your breath, thinking that Rin didn’t catch that. But if you knew anything about Rin, then you would know he always knows everything, whether you like it or not.

Though, he didn’t say a word, instead, he just shook his head, a small scowl—or was it a smile—tugging at the corners of his mouth as he returned to his chair. 

“We can study another day.”

You lit up. “Really!?”

With the blandest intonation you’ve ever heard, Rin nodded his head, “Yes, so you have all the time in the world to fix that atrocious drawing of me to your heart's content.”

“Aha…”

MIKAGE REO | 御影 玲王  ─ ♬. ⁺ ♡

Sitting in REO's home on one of the dozens of chairs and tables in the grand Mikage mansion, with a pen held in between your fingers, you couldn’t help but gap at the fortune that is Reo’s family before you, the walls being littered with picture frames and paintings upon paintings.

Earlier, you had asked the butler if he could give you a piece of paper and a pen to write with, to which he graciously obliged, disappearing and then reappearing almost instantly with the said items in his hand shortly before Reo arrived home and joined you, settling in to do some homework. He was always a hard worker. As for what you were doing? Unbeknownst to Reo himself, you decided to use your boyfriend as an unpaid, unknowing model for your sketching.

His focused expression made him an ideal subject, and as you were scribbling and sketching, you found yourself lost in the details of the handsome features of your boyfriend. Only when he turned to look up and see what was really being drawn on your piece of paper, did Reo’s eyes widen in surprise.

"You drew this?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

You nodded, “Yep! Do you like it?”

He loved it. Absolutely loved it. 

Reo, with his hand running through the middle part of his hair, let out an exasperated sigh, “Hah… is that even a question? Of course, I do.”

He went back to admiring the sheet of paper that you had spent—unbeknownst to him—an hour drawing. Though you would never consider that to be a waste of time, anything for your lover was time well spent, and in fact, more than that.

“Can I take it?”

You blinked, for a second being taken aback. It certainly did take you a while, but Reo wanted it? Oh well, you were never going to refuse. “Uh-huh! The drawing is of you, after all. What could I do with it other than admire it? I already can do so in person.”

You had initially assumed that Reo would probably just put it somewhere and then leave it to collect dust. Little did you know, that the very next day, you would see your drawing framed in a luscious and expensive frame, hanging in the centre of the main hall. Reo’s butler had hung it with great care, that was ensured, displayed in a way that highlighted its importance.

Your heart melted in a thousand different ways. This… this was too much.

You felt a hand clasp your own. The warmth of your boyfriend and his hand wrapping around your own. “So~? What do you think?”

Tears. Tears and tears dripped down your face as you looked at the framed drawing. It was more than you ever expected.

And as Reo held you in his arms while you continued to weep, from the corner, Reo’s butler watched from a distance, giving his pleased nod of approval. Anyone passing by couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity and marvel at the audacity of such a bold choice in “home decor,” but to you, it was a moment of pure, heartfelt joy, and one that you would never forget. 

And you wouldn’t. Not when Reo would continue to keep that drawing on the walls for months and explicitly show off to those who were unfortunate enough to be invited to his mansion for “work purposes,” only to get a mouthful about his beloved significant other.

CHIGIRI HYOMA | 千切 豹馬  ─ ♬. ⁺ ♡

Utterly unperturbed by your presence and fully engrossed in the tangles in his hair of all things, CHIGIRI was doing his hair care like always. An extensive hair care routine that would take probably an hour at the very least, from all the times you’ve timed him while getting ready. Sitting at the living room table, you fiddled with the pen in your hand. You nearly wanted to drop it right then and there when you saw Chigiri bring his entire bag of presumably hair care products and a mirror.

You yawned, glancing around the cozy living room. Now who does their hair care in the middle of the living room?

“Do not worry. I won’t bother you with your work.”

You gave him a nod. “That’s not a problem at all. Do what you have to do. The shampoo you use smells good anyway.”

With a short laugh at your forward comment, thus began his haircare routine which felt like hours, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were missing the presence of your boyfriend at your side. 

Every now and then, you would glance up at Chigiri, admiring the way his hair glistened in the light, even with droplets of water still clinging to each strand. Chigiri did, and even with his wet hair, he looked oddly handsome. Granted, he always did look handsome in your eyes, but there was just a sort of natural beauty to him that anyone who passed by would be hard-pressed to ignore. And so, out of boredom, you decided to draw him while Chigiri was all but focused on his hair. His true one true love, as many would say and mock him for. 

“.....”

“Hm, I didn’t know you could draw.”

“GAH!”

Your shoulders jumped in fright, nearly knocking over your pencil and capsizing off your chair to the cold ground. “God… you nearly scared the life out of me.”

He chuckled softly. “I’m sorry. Is that me? It looks really nice. I had no idea you were such an artist.” Chigiri, still with his half-cleaned-up hair, leaned closer, examining the details with genuine curiosity.

You chuckled sheepishly. “You’re just saying that to be nice.”

“No no, I mean it,” Chigiri insisted, glancing over at your sketch while pushing the hair from his face to get a better look. “Can I see it again?”

You hesitated but handed over the drawing, allowing his eyes to roam all over it. A soft smile formed on his lips. 

“It’s beautiful. You captured me perfectly.”

Your heart swelled with pride. “Really?! You think so? …Your hair does look a lil wonky, it’s usually a bit more—”

“It’s perfect,” Chigiri assured you with a pat of your hair. “Just like you. I might have to ask you to draw me more often.”

You laughed, feeling a warm blush creep up your cheeks. “Anytime.”

©hxnbi. comments, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated ♡

[chateaaa]

☆ Blue Lock and their cliché love trope

Isagi Yoichi - "You know how to ball" x "I know Aristotle" athlete x smart reader

Bachira Meguru - sunshine x grumpy

Chigiri Hyoma - childhood friends! Medical Student fem! x Professional soccer player

Mikage Reo - Independent and Poor x Dependent and Rich

Seishiro Nagi - Love at first sight

Itoshi Rin - "he probably hates me" x "i love you so much"

Shidou Ryusei - "Shut up!" x "Make me"

Yukimiya Kenyu - Photographer x Model

Otoya Eita - nice girl x play boy

Shoei Barou - tiny girl x big guy

Julian Loki - Penpals

Julian literally gives the vibe of penpals AND I FEEL LIKE THEYRE THE TYPE TO FIND LOVE IN SOMEONE WHO'S NOT THAT MUCH INTERESTED IN SOCCER, HE PROBABLY DOSNT HAVE THAT MUCH FRIENDS AS A PROFFESIONAL SOCCER PLAYER AT HIS AGE, SO I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD FIND LOVE IN SOMEONE WHO LIKES HIS TRUE SELF !!

[dolcuries]

꒰. ི ༏  ྀ͡꒱ DATING HCS . ꣖ ft. itoshi sae ꣓

ʚ( ៸៸ ´ ) . notes : fem! reader, fluff, lwk ooc see.

you and say first met when your annnoying younger brother dragged you and you family to watch a match during your vacation in spain. you had no real interest for soccer, but a certain red haired boy caught your attention.

you (not so) discreetly pointed at the pro player judging your brother to tell you who he was. “what, seriously? you don’t know itoshi sae?” your brother asked, and you nodded simply. your eyes were on him the entire match, which was unusual since your eyes would always glued onto your phone.

sae seemed to have notice this, sparing you a quick glance before stealing the ball from the the opposing team and swiftly passing it to some blonde guy you don’t know either, who scored a goal that made half rne stadium roar in excitement.

and the rest was history. (too lazy to write it.)

this man has got you into his sleep schedule and there is absolutely no getting out of it unless he’s away for a game.

he simply we never be able to not sleep with you ever again. EVER.

some may think he’s as stiff as a board when he sleep but he’s not, he will kick you and once you almost fell off the bed.

thought his legs are working against you and giving you stomach ached when you wake up he refuses to let go of you u see any possible circumstance.

if you somehow break through his grasp and. make it to the bathroom so you don’t piss yourself, if he’s tired enough he will absent mindedly walk into the bathroom and sit on the floor and wait for you to finish.

he looks at you grumpily, light eye bags under his eyes as he impatiently watched you, as if waiting for your to realize something. you raised a brow, “what?” “look at the time.” he said, more like a demand. you glanced at the number “9:58 PM” that lit in the side of of you laptop screen. “oh, yeahhh,” you smiled as you stretched your back. you pushed the seat back and it followed with a small screech. “sorry,” you flashed him with a. half assed smiled and he simply dragged you to your sneed bedroom, tackling you onto the soft mattress and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neckx

is always rude so you have to replace his bluntness and mean words with kind words it sort of like a balance.

looks DIRECTLY through the souls of may man who even dares to catcall or look at you in any way he finds odd.

since it cannon be liked watching cartoons (i think) he will watch atla, and voltron and tlok with you, but will make many comment about everything here and there. (he ruins the entire watching experience)

does skin care with you every night before bed

when he i reduced you to his family and rin was there for jealous asf with he caught you and rin talking and you genuinely looked like you were enjoying yourself.

pretend to be annoyed when you’d wear his jersey but he actually loved it sm. so he gets extremely annoyed when you’d opt to just by a mere mock off online.

“mines better but whatever,” he remarked, and you smirked. “oh really, i actually find this one much better, doesn’t have your sweat lingering on it.” you laughed. (in the morning you found it missing with his jersey as the replacement.)

hates when he’s away from you, is literally always face times you when he can when he’s away. you’ve become such a normal and reacting part of his life he gen can’t let go of you.

takes screenshots and funny pictures of you driving said face time stand has a whole army or cursed pictures of you. its not even funny atp.

not big on pda but in private he js wants to be with you all day everyday. even in practice. your coming with him.

[arlerts-angel]

Could I get a sex on the beach with a cherry on top for Rin Itoshi? :) 💕

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍹 ⋅ 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏 !

⟢ ingredients: 18+! mdni. ノ rin itoshi x fem reader ノ pwp ノ college au ノ hate sex ノ unprotected sex (piv) ノ cowgirl ノ creampie ノ rin is mean :( he literally doesn't touch you lol ノ bimbo-esque reader ノ some degradation: variations of slut, brat, whore ノ physically ambiguous reader ノ

⟢ wc: ~550

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈'𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 was not an easy task. in his mind, everyone in his vicinity was beneath him — nothing but lowly pissants who make the mountains that he moves.

and when you did manage to get his attention, it wasn't very long... nor was it pleasant, but you had it, and that's what you wanted.

he'd scoff and act irritated beyond belief, like he was doing charity work to give you his time of day. you didn't care, though. you were determined to fuck rin itoshi.

"rin!! got a minute?" you ask, knowing his answer will be...

"i certainly don't have time for your shit..." you say in unison. he glares at your grin.

"tch. you're an annoying brat" he sighs, looking down at you with a bird's eye view of your cleavage. he grows increasingly irritated at the sight of your skimpy uniform, yet turned on by your physique.

his cheeks grew bright red and warm, and he hoped like hell you wouldn't notice both his embarrassment or the excitement in his pants.

nothing gets past you, though.

"what's wrong rin? you've never seen tits before?" you taunt with a devilish grin.

"don't talk to me like that. it's trashy. though i should expect nothing less from you" he quips.

"oooh! fiesty today!" you giggle, feeling a pool of arousal growing in your panties.

"shut up, slut" he groans exasperatedly.

"mmm keep going rin, i'm close!" you moan playfully.

"fuck's sake..! you're so desperate. if i fuck you will you piss off?! he asks annoyedly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"oh, absolutely" you reply with a smirk.

he grabs your wrist tightly and drags you to his on-campus apartment. his cock silently begging to be freed from the confine of his pants. he slams the door behind you then slams himself down onto the couch.

"you want to fuck so bad? fuck me yourself then, slut" he spits as he takes his cock out of his pants. his tip is red hot and dripping with precum.

"take a fucking picture, it'll last... wha– are you drooling?! tch" he grumbles.

you sit yourself down on his pretty cock, studying his face and moaning as you adjust to his size.

"mmm rin!" you moan, rubbing your clit while slowly moving your hips.

"you're this fucking wet? i haven't touched you... filthy slut" he hisses as his cock is enveloped by your tight cunt.

his eyes flutter and roll back as you slam yourself up and down his length, earning a few grunts and groans of pleasure. you grin and squeeze his cock tighter. "shit... just like that, right there" he groans and grips the cushions.

"nngh! rin! 'm gonna cum!" you cry out, feeling a jolt of electricity strike your clit as you reach your orgasm. your pace slows as you recover.

rin groans as he feels your cunt pulsing around his cock, then again when your pace quickens. "fuck..! ugh-!" he groans as his cock twitches one final time, then dumps his load deep inside you.

rin catches his breath while you gather your belongings. "as promised, i'll stop bothering you now" you grin.

"right, and don't even think about telling anyone about this, got it?" rin scoffs while he cleans himself off.

you nod, then see yourself out.

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note: this is my first time ever writing bllk/rin itoshi smut so please let me know how this was 🥺🤲 also forgive me if i'm rusty, i feel like i haven't written in ages !!

[yumejoshi147]

I've got all versions of Nagi in PWC...damn🫠 Anyways I'm very thankful 🙏🥹

[cinnabooonn]

nagi seishiro — 09:01 pm.

everytime you come over, nagi seishiro has the habit of lying in your lap as you twirl a strand of his hair in your fingers.

it could be for just five minutes, or as long as one hour, but he needs to.

needless to say, the same thing happens when he is the one coming over to your house.

you've asked him about this, once. he said it was simply a whim he had, a way to recharge and feel less drained.

but you know there's more to it, you can feel it.

truth be told, nagi's never lacked anything. everything he wanted, he got. he started to think of life as boring, nothing captured his attention or interest anymore.

but then came you.

you weren't supposed to be in the picture. you weren't supposed to drag him away from the monotony. he was sure he'd get tired of you pretty soon, but still chose to indulge you.

he felt enamored by the way you carry yourself everytime he sees you, he loved the sparkle in your eyes when you saw him, he just... he wasn't bored of his life anymore, now that you were in it.

so, yeah, the true reason for his lying in your lap, was simple. it was the only time the two of you sat in silence and he could have you all to himself, no one to disturb that intimate moment, as your souls spoke words you couldn't.

nagi truly loved you, surprisingly. he wished he could whisk you away from the world, keep you all to himself and give you everything you wanted.

because you, you gave him all he needed, and he is truly grateful, although he wears the same expression of boredom on his face.

it's in his eyes, they are warmed by the affection he holds for you.

“nagi?” you break the silence wrapped around you two. it's way past four in the afternoon, and nagi has been in the same position for over half an hour.

you thought he'd fallen asleep, that's why you try to wake him up.

“mhm?” he says in a muffled voice, his eyelids still closed but his head more pressed to your abdomen.

“it's nothing,” you say, a small curve adorning your lips as your hand keeps running through his soft locks, slightly grazing at the skin of his forehead, till it reaches the slight bump of his nose.

“how can i love him so much,” you mutter unaudibly, admiring his long lashes and face features, feeling an unsizeable amount of affection bloom in your heart at the sight of your other half.

nagi sits up in a jiff, prints a quick kiss to your lips, leaving you dumbfounded and gets up, hurrying to put his shoes before even uttering a single word.

“got training,” he explains shortly, failing to meet your confused gaze, as he sprints out of the room so that you don't see the pink shading his cheeks caused by your whispered words.

yes, nagi seishiro truly loved you.

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[doki-doki-imagines]

Hybrid!Cow Nagi x Reader

tw: Smut, afab reader, use of she/her, hybrid x human sex, Nagi is a bit mean, but he is also very very in love.

a/n: a small piece of a much bigger fic inspired by this official art. This is just the smut part, but I wanted to get this idea out of my system. It was set in a world where most people are hybrids, and just a few (like reader) are born human. Nagi is one of the local mailmen and the first person to meet you. It was going to be a long, fluffy fic ending with filthy smut. So take just the cherry on top, lol. Maybe one day I'll complete this.

Seishiro isn’t used to rough nights like he isn’t used to scratched knuckles and sore muscles, but it seemed the only right thing to do when that shit poor example of a cat hybrid treated you like that.

He lays on your bed, white hair sprawled on your soft sky-blue pillow, his large-fitting hoodie and blue pants miraculously clean.  “Smell nice” Seishiro thinks, cow ears fluttering when your smell on the pillow hits his nostrils. It’s relaxing after such an intense fight. For that dude, not for him.

“It’s an honor to be my partner-“ “Nobody wants a simple human as a partner, I’m doing it just because my parents asked, and anyway they should thank me since I could get much better-“ “I don’t want a loser nerd as a partner, they should start to dress and eat better-“ 

Seishiro doesn’t remember what came first, but the clear image of you crouched on yourself, lips trembling and fat tears hanging on your lower lashes keeps playing in his head. His tail beat nervously on your mattress, remembering the entitlement in that loser voice. Nagi bites the inside of his cheek, hard enough to draw blood, your pillow now pressed to his face, trying to calm himself down with your smell. His leg twitches, remembering how hard he kicked that douchebag,  straight on his chest, making him hit a table behind and surprising all his friends.

It was already a pain to go out with everyone, but seeing you on a date with a guy that wasn’t him, and treated that badly was the cherry on top of his already poor patience.

“Is everything okay Nagi?” A shiver runs down Seishiro’s body, making every muscle twitch for the surprise. He moves away the pillow, side-eyeing you, before plopping it on his back to look better at you.

“I have to ask two things-“ You nod, prompting him to ask whatever he wants, while sitting on your bed, eyes locked with his ones.

“Call me Seishiro-“ You nod “and-“ He gulps, throat dry from the moment your figure met his sight. “Are you trying to seduce me?” His voice is calm as always, but the intensity of his eyes makes you jump on the spot.

“Seduce? I mean, I usually dress like this to-“ You turn around, not wanting to look at him, embarrassed by his comment. Your sheer nightgown, with cute sunflowers embroidered on it and matching panties, left very little to the imagination after all. Not to talk about you being braless, a sight that sent in short circuit his brain.

 “Usually, so not always-”  He whispers, almost into your ear. He can see a shiver running down your spine making you arch. The desire to run a finger from your neck to your lower back is tempting.

He lay his chin on your shoulder, letting out a sigh, annoyed by the whirlwind that is happening in his stomach. “Can I kiss you?” His greyish eyes lock with yours, trying to read your emotions. Seishiro doesn’t move, waiting to understand your intentions.

You nod, and to Seishiro's surprise, you make the first move. Your soft lips touch his ones, it’s a butterfly touch that lasts way too little for the white-haired guy's tastes. “Is it good?” Your voice breaks a little and Nagi has to keep himself from pinching your cheek. “Yeah, but let’s improve.” He mutters back, full lips locking with yours, tasting a different shade of love from the previous one. Seishiro’s eyes are closed but he can feel your softer hands cupping his cheeks, before sliding lower to his chin and neck. He worries that you may have pyrokinetic powers since every time you touch his naked skin he seems to get hotter.

You moan into his mouth when his big hands start to wander, one groping your mound, protected by his rough touch thanks to your thin nightgown. The other pushed you towards the mattress, making you both slide lower into your bed.

“Sei-“ You break the kiss, breath heavy and barely open eyes, just to notice your lover laying at your side, the end of his tail tickling your right thigh.

“Can I go further?” He is surprised by himself. Seishiro, Mr. Hassle man suddenly asks for more and more, knowing exactly that he’ll have to do most of the work. You nod, neck turned in an uncomfortable position. Nagi notices and decides to leave little pecks down your throat, trying to make you relax.

Such a gentle gesture as opposed to his deft fingers lifting the end of your nightgown, exposing the soft skin of your leg to his rough handling. Hand groping and slapping your thigh with no finesse and for his own enjoyment.

“Ngh, Nagi-“ You get interrupted by another slap to your leg, making your ass grind into his lap, a gesture that generates a choked moan in Seishiro’s throat.  “I told you to call me Seishiro-“ He spits out, leaving a small bite on your shoulder, not too hard to bruise, but still leaving a sign.

Nagi’s lips find yours again, his tongue prodding at your entrance, asking, wanting, to lap into your mouth, to drink your moans, and to taste your spit. You surrender immediately, your tongue weakly fighting against his, lost to the pleasure this entire situation is bringing you. The hand that was massaging your leg is sliding closer to your core, bunching your nightgown to your waist. A deft finger slides into your panties, playing first with one curl of your hairs, before pulling it, making you groan.

“She kept herself untouched for me, maybe she hoped to scare that loser off-“Seishiro thinks, pushing his hips, and therefore his boner against your ass, that idea clouding his brain even more.  “I like them, keep them for me, mh?” He pants in your mouth, your lips still slightly open from the previous kiss. A high-pitched moan leaves your lips and Nagi takes it as consent to his order instead of a response to his forefinger assaulting your clit.

Seishiro has never been a patient guy, and it shows even now when his fingers caress your outer folds before digging a bit deeper, but never enough for your taste, edging you constantly while playing with the bundle of nerves with no grace. He wants to see fat tears roll down your cheeks, he wants to hear you beg for him, he wants to feel desired, and he wants it now.

“Sei-Seishiro!” You half scream, closing your eyes and finally, making tears escape. Nagi keeps himself from smirking, but his heart roars in pleasure at the sight. “Good-“

“You-you are a bully.” You interrupt him, your own phrase is broken by sighs of pleasure. Breath gets caught in his throat, not expecting to hear that from you, dick twitching when hearing your voice in strain.

“So, you don’t like me anymore? You want me to get out?” Seishiro teases you, speeding up the movement of his fingers. Your head moving left and right tells him all he needs to know, together with the hand that keeps pulling at the collar of his hoodie to keep him close. He finally pushes his middle finger inside your wet core “So wet, for me.” He mumbles biting his lower lip, thrusting faster, and soon adding the ring finger, curling them so deliciously that your eyes cross in pleasure. You are a mess, but Seishiro is no better, grinding his clothed boner into your ass desperately searching for relief, while his tail keeps trashing on his side of the bed, trying not to hurt your softer, human skin.

“Ah-ah” You moan, almost into his mouth, tears still rolling down your cheeks.

“Why do you keep your mouth open? C’mon if you need to say something, say it-“ The malice in his voice is clear, teasing you so meanly, but he can’t really stop himself from trying to push your buttons.

“Ngh-bully!” You groan back, your hand sliding to his hard-on groping it through his gym pants, noticing the big wet patch.

And how big he is.

“Ah-“ He moans too, the touch of your smaller hand driving him almost immediately to completion. It soon becomes a competition on whom would crumble first, both your bodies hot and sweaty trying to pull away but at the same time searching desperately for each other touch.

You reach your end first, throwing your head back into his shoulder, and letting out a high-pitched moan that Seishiro is sure to remember till he breathes. He pulls away as soon as possible, laying on his back and immediately pushing down, just the needed amount, his pants and boxers, freeing his erection, which hit his still-covered abdomen.

“Angh-“  He groans half in pain and half in pleasure for being finally able to free his cock, all flushed and angry for being edged for so long.

“Sei-“ You turn around. The mixture of your sweet, wet eyes and soft voice almost makes Nagi cum on the spot. “G-give me a moment. Then I-I can try to ride you.” You say in between heavy breaths, still swimming in the pleasure of the previous orgasm.

But as much as Seishiro would like to accept “N-No, turn around like before.” He orders, but to your ears, it seems more like he is begging you. Nagi notices and damn himself for sounding so pathetic, but the image of you on top of him, wet eyes, pouty mouth, and trembling legs, still wearing that damn sheer nightgown, wouldn’t make him last.

To say the truth just that image is sending him over the edge.

You nod at his request, turning around just like he asked; you must have thrown your panties somewhere since your back is completely exposed to him. Some droplet of your essence stains the apex of your legs, making Seishiro damn himself for not going down on you, having now to settle for his fingers to taste you.

Seishiro doesn’t indulge too much in your taste, even if it matches your smell, intoxicating, therefore he rolls on your side, grabbing your waist to pull you closer, his erection grinding against your back, slick with all the pre that copiously rolled down during your intercourse.

“Is-Is it gonna fit?” You look at him, and Nagi doesn’t have in him to lie to such sweet eyes “Maybe. I’ll go slow. If you were a cow hybrid it would have been easier-“ He brushes away some hair sticking to your forehead to land a sweet long kiss there “But I want you. More than any hybrid, ever. If it hurts I’m gonna stop.” He kisses your cheek, now dry after all those tears, before pushing just the tip inside your core.

Seishiro sees you wince, but you don’t tell him to stop. His left hand that was holding your waist is now entwined with yours, the other massaging your bosom, but not resisting the desire to pinch your pert nipple. Nagi pecks down your neck, to your chest, while sliding his throbbing member inside you, trying to ease your pain.

“Ngh-“ He groans, irises become liquid bliss. You are so warm and welcoming, sucking him in like you were made to fit together. All those hybrid theories could go fuck themselves because the white-haired guy is sure nobody could make him feel so ecstatic. “You are so good- so good for me.” He moans in between kisses, pushing your nightgown up to touch your trembling tummy, mouth now kissing and sucking your covered chest, pulling sweet moans out of your throat, while his tail tries to encircle your lifted leg to keep you impossibly close.

“You-You feel so nice Sei-“ You breathe out, scratching the little hair on his nape pulling a guttural groan from his mouth. He looks back at you, and you twitch feeling his hot mouth leaving your bosom, missing it already “Can I fuck you?” You tighten around his length and nod, biting your lower lip eyes looking at him so deeply he thinks he may drown in them.

He starts slowly, never really pushing out, not wanting to be separated long from your warmth. But things start to go downhill when your sweet, almost mellifluous moans meet his ears, calling his name so deliciously that he soon gives up on rationality like a sailor enchanted by a mermaid’s voice. His thrusts are deep and fast, making you both mewl out each other names.

“I’m-close-“ You slur out, one hand gripping one of the small horns on Nagi’s head to find purchase to reality in this frenzy. Seishiro just nods at your words, having noticed way before you told him, his length almost slipping out for how wet you are. His deft fingers return to your clit, rubbing furious circles on it to bring you to your apex “Ngh-no, together.” You grumble, trashing a bit and trying to pull away the hand that was bringing you so soon to delirious pleasure.

He looks at you from the nook of your head, not sure you are serious about this. But the look in your eyes, so determined and confident makes him crumble. “Ngh, ah-“ A pathetic mewl escaped his throat making him wince for how cringe he sounded, his thrusts now sloppy and with no finesse, just trying to grind the both of you to the apex. Seishiro kisses your already swollen lips when you reach your peak, too worried about the pitiful sound he’d make, but damning himself for losing the occasion to hear your voice one more time. Your walls spasm around his length trying to suck everything from his cock, desperate to have all of him inside you. He thrusts a bit more into your core, not wanting to leave your warmth so soon, but the overstimulation feels soon overbearing.

You break the kiss, both your breaths are heavy, lashes hanging low like you are waking up from a dream. You cup his cheek, your thumb tracing little hearts making his heart thump harder than before. It seems like you want to say something, you have a cute little smile on your face but Seishiro doesn’t give you the time, his plump lips against yours, tongue already begging for one more dance. The overstimulation subdues to desire, and from the twinkle in your eyes, Seishiro knows you are on the same page.

The night ahead is still long.

[fragileheartbeats]

Y/n: I can't stand you!

Him: sit on my face then

Y/n:...

Him: *smirks* or my dick

Y/n: alright here I come–

[y0ninah]

pt.2 of you/them confessing drunk

✭ parings: gn!reader x Itoshi Sae, Nagi Seishiro, Shidou Ryusei

✭ tags: not established relationships(yet),

✭ notes: chat do you want a taglist, in my mind sae has ZERO survival skills

@gigiiiiislife

[ninibeingdelulu]

When he want your attention…

ft. meguru bachira, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, michael kaiser

Meguru Bachira craves your attention like a hyper kid bouncing off the walls. He'll act out wild soccer replays for you, rambling nonstop about team gossip and hijinks while clinging to your arm looking for constant reassurance those big puppy dog eyes have your full focus.

If you even glance away, Meguru amps up the loud voices and exaggerated gestures until he wrestles your adoring gaze back on his animated displays. Just basking in that makes him even more giddy and effusive, each chuckle or nod fueling his need to keep you captivated as his one-person audience.

Rin Itoshi rules your attention through sheer presence and intimidating arrogance. Those piercing eyes scope you out, maintaining dismissive aloofness while low-key forcing everyone to feel his gravitational pull through imposing posture and razor-edged insults needling at you.

If he senses you drifting, Rin escalates the physical invasiveness stepping into your space while mocking sneers and belittling taunts compel you to confront his suffocating aura unavoidably demanding your complete focus again on the alpha male - whether you want to admit it or not.

Seishiro Nagi plays it cool and laidback seducing your eyes onto him without realizing it. He doesn't demand attention directly, just wanders around oozing this hypnotic detached charisma pulling your sights his way.

Seishiro intentionally lounges and poses in ways carefully calibrated to lure your roaming gaze locked onto his casually irresistible movements and chiselled physique. Finished off with knowing smirks acknowledging your helpless captivation by that subtle sultry command over you.

Michael Kaiser strong-arms your eyeballs his way through pure brooding intensity and cold dominance. Those smoldering stares and statuesque physique force themselves uncompromisingly into your sightlines, his mere presence screaming that you better start venerating him already.

He lashes dismissive scowls and verbal disses destroying any resistance, narcissistically scandalized you'd dare let your obsession over his perfection waver. Michael doesn't need force - his psychological mastery over your desires owns you completely through that irresistibly supreme charismatic aura.

[irisintheafterglow]

iris is missing bachira again, what else is new!!

in the limited amount of time you'd spent with bachira meguru, you learned that, with the exception of soccer, his attention span was shorter than a toddler's.

he was always fiddling with something at the outskirts of your vision, spinning a pencil or rolling a rectangular eraser back and forth. a closer look revealed an assortment of little drawings at the corners and headings of his notebook pages: little butterflies, trees, flowers, rockets, fish, and anything more you could possibly think of. you sat in the seat closest to the aisle where the teacher walked through during worktimes, and you developed the habit of tapping his side of the lab table when she started getting too close. bachira would then flip to whatever page he was supposed to be completing and put on the appearance of working hard, murmuring his gratitude when the teacher passed.

it was during a lecture about aquatic ecosystems when the first bachira doodle swam its way into your notebook. you didn't notice it at first, too focused on the presentation to see his hand quickly scribble on your paper before retreating like nothing happened. but, when you finally had a second to look down and see a fish swimming next to a crudely drawn piece of coral, the tiniest smile when you looked at bachira's face was a dead giveaway. you added your own stalk of seaweed to the picture and his smile only grew larger when you slid the paper over to show him.

over time, drawings began to include questions, questions turned to full messages, and full messages became gossip and complaints that were exchanged without any spoken words. his favorite thing to scribble was we won the game, btw :D because you never failed to giggle at his terribly drawn soccer ball next to the smiley face. his most frequently asked question, however, was a tossup between what tf are we learning and i'm so hungry. he was a distraction in class, yes, but a welcome one when you needed someone to lighten a dark mood.

you found that his bored tendencies rubbed off on you, as you were itching to write something one day when the teacher had explicitly instructed you to watch the documentary without taking notes. bachira knew that you had a hard time remembering things if you didn't write them down, and his solution startled you.

"it's okay, just write on me!" he beamed at you as he whispered over the movie playing on the projector. "you let me do it all the time, so let me return the favor."

"i let you do it because none of your pens are permanent, bachira. it's also just doodles, not full sentences," you point out, a blister starting to form on the inside of your fingers as you spin your pen. "mine are a little harder to wash off, trust me."

"as long as you don't draw a dick on my face, i really don't care," he shrugs and you scoff as he's rolling up his sleeve and presenting you his blank forearm. "your canvas awaits." seeing the hesitancy on your face, he nods encouragingly and takes the liberty of drawing a very shaky smiley face on the side of his thumb. "your turn!"

for the remainder of class, bachira's chin rests in his palm with his elbow propped on the table, his other arm extended to you as you jot down whatever you want to remember for later. bachira watches you more than he does the video, memorizing the way you bite your tongue when you're thinking and the way your eyes light up when you figure out how to paraphrase a thought. it's endearing and an odd fluttering feeling occurs in his chest as you look over at him with a grateful smile. at the end of the period, you draw a heart on the inside of his wrist before rushing off to your next subject, still expressing your thanks as you push in your chair.

later, bachira brushes off his teammates when they ask why he has pen stains all over his arm; he says he didn't have time to scrub it before the game.

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the blue lock players begin to notice an odd habit of bachira's, a sort of ritual right before every match. he rolls up his uniform's long-sleeve until just enough of his wrist is showing, and draws something on the inside of his wrist. with the cap of the marker between his teeth, bachira obviously struggles to draw with his non-dominant hand but declines assistance when isagi offers.

when he kisses the heart on the inside of his wrist before scoring every goal, he hopes that you can feel it's for you, with a promise that he'll be back to you soon.

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[porcalinecunt]

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋!

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ oliver is an insatiable man, so much so he’s willing to yank any girl he sees into his hotel room with only one intention in mind. tonight, you became a lucky one . . .

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw — rough sex. size kink. big dick oliver aiku. overstimulation. marathon sex(?). breeding. spitting. tiddy slapping. oliver is fucking disgusting in this.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : wrote this rather spontaneously after a conversation with a friend of mine, you know exactly who you are 🫵🏼

what man could be so shameless in his sexual desires that he basically fucks every girl who dares to look his way? Oliver Aiku wears it like a badge of honor.

he practically lost count how many girlfriends he dated, some all at once without the others knowing thier boyfriend’s multiple affairs. those that did would leave in a heartbeat, but not without the pro player suggesting a damn threesome in order for his side hoes to “get along” as he puts it.

but even as infuriating as he is, he sure knows how to get woman crawling onto his hotel bed and pumped full until the sun rises or he passes out. it was simple really, the dick was simply too good to be true. a truth you’d find out quickly enough the moment you hear the door’s lock click! behind you.

Oliver was too impatient for foreplay, immediately tearing off your skimpy dress and panties to be discarded somewhere on the floor. the two of you messily made out, tongue and teeth clashing against each other while you undid his belt until the damn thing finally came off, allowing your hookup to show you why so many girls are willing to sleep with him in a heartbeat.

huge, a massive understatement, even more so after your fourth round. the burning stretch of his girth could still be felt as your cunny swallowed his length full, filling you to the brim. the blinding pleasure of his cock dragging against your velvety walls made you go completely stupid. you couldn’t string two words together as your date quickened his pace. you lifted your head up to see the view below you, it could’ve easily been a scene straight out of some porno. a fucking mess.

the words that came out of his mouth weren’t any better. degrading names laced with praises of how pretty you looked to how perfect your cunt feels were whispered in your ear, each phrase followed up with a bite to your neck that was now shades of purple and red.

“you’re lucky we even made it back here. ‘would’ve fucked your throat raw and filled ya up right there in the bar..”

he rasped, landing a harsh slap on your sore breasts before sitting back up and snaking his hands onto the back of your knees. one push and you were bent in half, exposed and vulnerable as he fucked another load into you.

“o-oliver..’s too much..!”

you whined, only to be met with his large hand squishing your cheeks until your jaw unhinged. Oliver forced your face towards his, a gob of spit landing on your tongue.

“Swallow.”

despite the shock, you did as he said. admittedly, you enjoyed it more then you’d imagine, something your date picked up pretty quickly. the pro player chuckled, closing the gap between the both of you in a sloppy kiss. if you could even call it that.

Oliver stuffed your mouth with his tongue, practically down your throat. you couldn’t sync your lips with his as the both of you started eating each other’s faces while he continued to fuck you stupid. spit ran down your chin, mixing with tears that soaked your flushed face.

“so good f’me girl, might fuck a baby in ya..”

it sounded too tempting. way too tempting.

“don’t s-say that!—“

“or what? gonna cum?”

son of a bitch, he knew exactly what he was doing. your brain was mush at this point, and with what seemed like your tenth orgasm inching closer to the edge, all logic flew out the window.

a frantic nod was all he needed, his thrusts became more erratic and sloppy. full on hitting your cervix numb as Oliver chased his own orgasm. the bed frame knocked against the wall, making banging noises that almost drowned out your sobs and mewls, the both of you were definitely getting a noise complaint in the morning.

“c’mon girl, make a mess on my cock..”

he wore a smirk as the knot in your stomach finally snapped in two, a silent scream forced your back into an arch as he watched another white ring form around the base. that seemingly was his final push as he came and came hard. you couldn’t make another sound as he filled your cunny for the umpteenth time tonight, sitting there in blissful silence as he pulls himself out.

you weren’t even gonna bother trying to go home after this, and neither was he. Oliver plopped down next to you and gave you one final stupid grin before you passed out. safe to say, you don’t plan on walking tomorrow.

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