#isagi x you

[wholemeallbread]

you and isagi have always been that pair that make people ask "how are they not dating?"

you get it; you go everywhere with him, visit all of his games, constantly rant about how much he's improved and how he's one of the best players on the team. he gets it; he carries around spare stuff of yours when he knows you're going to lose it, he always helps you study when you need it, he smiles the widest when you want to take a picture of him with the trophy.

always, always, always, your answer to the question will be: "oh, we're just friends." he's one of the bestest friends you could've asked for. generous, extremely kind, talented, he's the whole package. his future partner is honestly so lucky, because you'd love to date someone like him.

but he wants you! isagi wants you so bad it hurts. it hurts every time you brush off his "playful" attempts at flirting, when your valentines cookies were specifically signed off with "from your dear friend". you even had the audacity to add a heart on the end, just as you did with all of your other friends. and it hurts the most when you ask him for advice on how to ask out your crush.

friends. if that's what you are, then he can't force you to be more than that.

[confessionsandcreampies]

accidental pregnant ft the blue lock boys

[anglbunny]

Paizuri ♡ Isagi yoichi

cw: smut mdni, titty fucking

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

He’s tense—jaw clenched, hair messy from tugging at it after a brutal practice. You catch him in your shared room, sprawled on the bed, shirt riding up his toned abs, frustration in every line of his body.

“Yoichi,” you hum, crawling between his legs with a soft smile. “Wanna help you unwind.”

He raises a brow confused at first until you pull your shirt off and slide your bra straps down, letting your breasts bounce free.

His breath hitches.

“…What are you up to?”

You don’t answer. Just push him back gently, settle between his thighs, and let your soft tits press against his already hard cock through his sweats.

“Just relax,” you whisper, tugging his waistband down and freeing his length, thick, already twitching with need. “Let me take care of you.”

You press your breasts around him—soft and warm, his cock nestled between the pillowy flesh and slowly start to move them up and down, your tongue teasing the tip each time it peeks out.

“F-Fuck,” he mutters, eyes wide, watching your every move. “That’s… fuuuck, that’s good—”

You pick up the pace a little, moaning softly as his cock glides through the slick valley of your chest, precum smearing across your skin.

“Like this, Yoichi?” you breathe. “You’re so big—it barely fits between them…”

“Don’t say shit like that—” he growls, breath stuttering. “I’ll cum too fast.”

“Good,” you purr, flicking your tongue against his leaking tip again. “I want you to.”

He groans; hands fisting the sheets, hips twitching as you squeeze your breasts tighter around him, moving faster, messier, precum drooling down your cleavage.

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” you whisper, licking your lips.

He loses it.

“Shit—baby—fuck, I’m..”

He cums hard—hot and thick and messy, spilling all over your tits and chin, some streaking across your face as you moan from how filthy it is.

He stares at you, chest heaving, cock twitching against your still-slick skin.

“…You’re unreal,” he mutters, pulling you up to kiss you like he’s addicted.

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A/n: was thinking about this last night and omfg

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[Masterlist]

[cupidirose]

HII I was wondering if I could request bllk boys with a sporty gf? (Preferably if they do martial arts) and then they have A LOT of scars and bruises from their training and they’re like concerned for them and they think she’s like being bullied or smth but it’s js from her BRUTAL training😓😓 THATS ALL BYE I HOPE U HAVE AN AMAZING DAYY!!

bruises…

blue lock smau

synopsis: you’re too reckless! even world-star athletes are concerned by your bruises

ft. nagi; isagi; rin; raichi; sae; kaiser; aiku; and reo!

a/n: SOTPTPFP I LOVED WRITING THIS SO MUCH IFYOU DIDN KNOW HEHE i basically do all sports.. so i based a lot of this off of actual conversations i’ve had LOL. also i haven’t really done taekwondo in years so like correct me if i got anything wrong somehow.. but i DID use actual stories of mine since i’m infamously known for being reckless

a/n again: I HOPE YOU DONT MIND I DID VOLLEYBALL AND BASKETBALL AS WELL!! TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST AND I’M REALLY SORRY I AM SO LATE WITH THIS

[angelxarii]

₊˚ʚ ₊˚✧ ɴᴇᴇᴅʏ - ɪꜱᴀɢɪ ʏᴏɪᴄʜɪ ¹⁸⁺

ᴛᴡꜱ: ꜱᴏᴍɴᴏ, ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ

Isagi who comes home late from practice. Cock straining in shorts only because earlier today you were so kind as to send him a picture of your tits, your nipples hard and untouched. And another one not too long after of you wearing blue lace panties with a small darker blue spot in the middle, captioned - she's needy and misses you - only making isagi more eager to get home.

He quietly entered the room seeing you sound asleep. He took a quick shower. he couldn't wait to have you, making him forget to dry his hair off. He crawled on top of you, tucking your hair behind your ear. Watching your relaxed expression in awe.

It was unfortunate that you were asleep because if it weren't for that, isagi would be fucking you silly right now.

But he can't help himself, can he? He had to wait all day just to see you again, only for you to be asleep. And none of it changed the fact that his cock was as hard or even harder than before.

He carefully moved your panties to the side, pulling his erection out and rubbing it against your folds. You squirmed around, not having a single clue what was happening while you were away in dreamland.

He could feel your pussy throbbing around him. Each thrust against your folds made you more wet than before. You moaned, trying to turn away from your desperate bf only for him hold down your shoulders.

"Mm- fuck- yeah.. sorry baby, I couldn't help myself"

He moaned quietly, your nipples poking through the tank top you had on.

He eventually came, admiring the work he created on your pussy. Placing your panties back in place and falling to the side, pulling you into his chest.

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅ

ʚɞ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐱𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐢 | ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

[megumismyhusband]

it was no secret that isagi yoichi was a beast on the field. his teammates knew it, his opponents feared it, but somehow, it had been a well-kept secret from you.

you’d always known isagi as your sweet, gentle boyfriend, the one who blushed when you complimented him, the one who held your hand like it was something precious, the one who stammered out shy confessions like he hadn’t already stolen your heart. so, when you decided to surprise him at practice, you expected that same isagi.

what you didn’t expect was this.

“are you fuckin’ kidding me?!” isagi’s voice rang out across the field, sharp and unforgiving. your eyes widened as you watched him glare at one of his teammates, his hands thrown up in exasperation. “what the hell was that pass supposed to be?! you trying to hand them the damn game? fuckin’ idiot, i’m gonna kill you!”

you froze.

this wasn’t the soft spoken isagi who got flustered when you kissed his cheek. this was someone else entirely — someone whose presence dominated the field, whose intensity crackled in the air like a storm. he was pacing, his jaw clenched, his tone nothing short of ruthless.

“you wanna play like that? you might as well quit! i’m not babysitting your lazy ass out here!” his voice was fierce, relentless. “jesus christ, do you even care about winning, or are you just here to waste everyone’s goddamn time?! fucking useless!”

you didn’t know whether to be horrified or impressed.

the isagi in front of you was nothing like the one who shyly asked if you wanted to share his scarf on cold mornings. this isagi was a leader, a competitor, a force of nature that refused to accept anything less than victory. and damn, was it hot.

then, as if sensing your presence, isagi’s head suddenly snapped toward you. his sharp glare vanished instantly, replaced by wide eyes and a deep red blush creeping up his neck.

“u-uh…” he swallowed hard, visibly panicking. “you saw that?”

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “oh, i definitely saw that.”

isagi rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you. “i-it’s just… the game, you know?”

you hummed, stepping closer until you could see the lingering frustration in his eyes, frustration that quickly melted when you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“i think i like both versions of you,” you teased, watching as his face turned impossibly red.

“…oh my god,” he muttered, covering his face with his hands. “you’re never letting this go, are you?”

you grinned. “not a chance.

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[kissagii]

never holy, always yours - dark angel!isagi x royalty!reader

in which: isagi yoichi will do whatever it takes to keep loving you, no matter the cost. 1.5k words. gender neutral reader. lots of pining. a little bit suggestive toward the end.

a/n: slightly evil isagi and fantasy au isagi together own my whole heart and soul. he feels a little booktok boyfriend coded in this, and tbh i'm not mad. what can i say, i like a man who yearns (and is really damn dramatic about it).

Nighttime in the palace garden is peaceful, the fountains gently splashing as the stars twinkle above. A cool breeze ruffles the leaves, followed by the soft thud of a winged man touching down on the pavement beside you. 

“Good evening, my love,” Isagi says, tugging you into his warm embrace. He smells of cedarwood and citrus, clean and refreshing as the night sky, though his hands are warm on your waist.

“You shouldn’t be here, Isagi,” You say, halfheartedly pushing him away, though his muscled form hardly budges, “We can’t keep doing this, not when the tournament’s tomorrow. I’ll be engaged by the end of the week.”

He only pulls you closer, craving your warmth, knowing full well it could be the last time he ever holds you like this. Isagi knows that this little love affair is running on borrowed time; that it won’t be him you marry, but whichever prince or noble – a human man – can prove himself to have the strength of body and mind to be worthy of you. But he can’t lose you, not now. Not after all you’ve been through.

  “I’ll fight for you,” He murmurs, eyes fixed on you and only you.

For a moment, you almost want to let him try. But you can’t, not when your kingdom is so bound by tradition. “They’ll never let you win. It’s no secret that Prince Kaiser is already putting out bribes to secure his victory. You’ll never beat him, not with everyone rallying against you.”

“I’ll fight them anyway. All of them. I don’t care if it’s five men or five hundred, I’ll fight them all if it means I get to stay with you.”

“I love you, Yoichi, but you can’t.”

“Please, love,” he pleads, lowering to his knees, inky wings drooping to his sides as he gazes up at you, “Let me try. Don’t make me sit on the sidelines while I lose you. If this has to end, it won’t be because I didn’t try.”

As he looks up at you with wide, black-lined eyes, you nearly concede and let him stay. You run a hand through his soft raven hair, and he leans in, craving the warmth of your touch. He imagines, for a moment, that you tell him you’ll stay, and hold him, and kiss him tenderly in the way he loves so much.

“I’m sorry, Yoichi. I have to go.” You say, and turn your back.

Your dearest angel doesn’t respond, only stays there kneeling among the flowers, watching your form with tear-rimmed eyes as you walk away. 

The subtle ache of leaving Isagi behind still lingers in your heart the next day as you sit on the balcony above the arena and watch the tournament begin. 

“Who among you is brave enough to fight for the hand of their royal highness?” The herald shouts, his call to action met by raucous cheers from the audience. It’s a grand spectacle, the tournament for the hand of the royal heir, with attendees flocking to the Capital in droves to watch the future of their kingdom be decided. To watch your fate be decided.

Those who step up are nothing unexpected: princes of nations both near and far, lesser noblemen of your own kingdom, even a few common folk aiming for a chance at gaining fame. And then there’s him. A man who may have seemed unremarkable, if not for the thick black cloak he wears, covering his face and body in a mantle of inky darkness. It doesn’t do a good job of hiding his identity – at least, not from you. 

Whether or not his disguise is effective hardly matters, because the moment he’s sure nobody else will step into the arena, he rips it off and tosses it to the dusty floor. Now uncovered, the tall wings emerging from the man’s back unfurl, sending a ripple of dust toward the slack-jawed men in the arena.

It’s him. Even through the cloak, you knew it was him from the moment he stepped into the ring, but to see him standing there – familiar black hair, silver-trimmed clothing, and raven wings – sends your heart fluttering. He’s here! He’s really here! Oh, gods, he’s here. 

With his identity exposed, Isagi wastes no time in leveling his sword at Kaiser with an almost-cruel smirk. “Come on then, fight me if you’re so brave.”

And fight they do. Messy and brutal and hard, each duelist’s elegance shattered by their desperation to claim victory over the other. Under the beating sun, Isagi defeats challenger after challenger, trudging desperately through the dust and sweltering heat for a chance at the glory of finally being yours. Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest with every clang of steel on steel, watching as Isagi grows more and more exhausted but refuses to admit defeat. He doesn't stop fighting until each and every one of his foes has begged for mercy at the point of his blade.

Only then does he look up to you, grinning like a feral animal, yet with a spark of something softer behind his eyes. 

Isagi Yoichi fought tooth and nail to stay by your side – and now, he has won.

Around midnight, a knocking starts on your balcony door. It’s soft and sporadic at first, such that it could easily be from the branches of the tree outside waving around in the storm. You try to ignore it. But slowly the knocking gets louder, more insistent. You fail to ignore it when it becomes so loud you couldn’t possibly think about sleeping through it, so you open the door.

“Hey there, your highness,” says the winged man perched on your balcony railing, his lips curling into a clever smirk.

“Yoichi?” you ask, readjusting your robe as he approaches you, “What are you doing here?”

Isagi pulls you roughly in by the waist, stormy blue eyes fixed on your face. “That shitty prince wanted trouble. I needed to see you.”

“You- what?!” 

“I dealt with him. That fucker won’t get in our way again.” He whispers, his voice low. Dark feathered wings rise to shelter you as the wind picks up and lightning crashes in the distance. With you encompassed in the warmth of his wings, Isagi begins peppering kisses across your jawline, gentle yet desperate.

“My god, Yoichi, what did you do?”

“Nothing bad, don’t worry,” He murmurs between kisses, breath heavy, “Just scared him a little bit, that’s all.”

“You can’t just-”

“What? I won, and he’s mad about it, so I made him shut up. Anyways” – he ceases his assault on your neck to look you in the eyes again – “what matters is that nothing’s getting in our way anymore. It’s just you and me, love.”

Any protests you might have had die on your tongue under his earnest, enamored gaze. 

One of his hands raises to cup your cheek, his lips hovering inches from yours. The warmth of his breath fans across your face as he hesitates, taking in the sweet silence of the moment. How long he’s craved to hold you close like this without the nagging voice reminding him that this can’t last. How long he’s waited for the chance to adore you wholeheartedly with nothing else on his mind – not the thought of being caught, or the image of you in some other man’s arms. How long his heart ached for being so full of a love that he could never express. 

When you lean in to close the gap, Isagi’s world is broken and remade in an instant. The softness of your lips and the warmth of your skin, sweet and tender and perfect now that he can be fully, truly, entirely yours.

Isagi wishes he could stay there forever.  But the night is cold, the wind howls, and a few raindrops begin to fall from the sky. He stares at you, lovestruck, entirely fixated on the love between you, as you tug him playfully through your balcony doors.

“Stay the night, won’t you?” You ask, pushing his coat off his shoulders while he stands rather flustered in the doorway.

“But what if-” He protests with a flushed face. 

“They find my future husband in my bed in the morning? Trust me, Yoichi, nobody will be surprised.” Future husband. What a lovely pair of words that is. And who would he be to refuse such an offer? He plants a playful kiss on your forehead before clumsily hurrying to remove his boots and coat and leaving them in a pile by the balcony door. 

“Am I dreaming?” Isagi breathes out, awestruck, when he finally lies down in the bed beside you. The blankets are warm, and soft, and smell like you, and lying there he realizes that paradise is real:  it’s right here.

“Nope,” You murmur, nuzzling close to his chest as sleepiness washes over you again.

Isagi doesn’t know how long he lies there, half asleep, basking in the tenderness of the moment. Soft, bright colors paint his quieted soul, ebbing and flowing over him like the tides at sunrise, fresh and sweet and so very real. To hold you like this, that’s what he did it all for. Why he fought and bled and cried and screamed.

To be Isagi Yoichi, the man who crawled up from hell to be with you. 

To be yours. 

i'd gladly go to hell if it means i get to love isagi 💜

[vmlnrzmp4]

Brother brother something like this with bllk men

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHSQZ2fxu9r/?igsh=c3hrMnhzdnprcXdm

itoshi sae , itoshi rin , isagi yoichi , michael kaiser

hilarious. i had to open my hindi grammer textbook for this. lets continue our desi agenda😝 and i didn't find any couple-ish muhavres, so we've to deal with the non romantic ones :(

itoshi sae

ghode bech kar so gaya.

you rushed to the kitchen at the sound and smell of milk overflowing. you immediately turned the stove off, a cloth in your hand as you wipe the spilled milk. then you pause. stomping towards the living room where sae was. he looked at you. oh no. not that >:( face of yours. "i told you to turn the stove off in 5 minutes and you sold horses and slept???" "...what?" he was utterly confused, "i sold what?" "not the point!" you say as you throw the cloth of sae, "you're cleaning the mess." sae groans at your insufferableness(what a hypocrite) but he wouldn't trade your nakhres for anything else(even if he becomes a horse dealer.)

itoshi rin

bandar kya jaane adrak ka swad.

rin was waiting for you for the past 10 minutes give or take. it was a date you planned and now you're late, probably dolling yourself up infront of the mirror. "rin~ cmere for a second," you call. he sighs when he sees you hold two lipsticks in your hand, they barely had any difference in colour. "which one should i put on?" "...they're the same..." you narrow your eyes at him, then exhale and turn to put a lighter shade, "god who did i even ask...what does monkey know the taste of ginger." pause. "what did you just call me?" "nothing." rin drags his hand down his face, wanting to say something back(but doesn't put of fear) he just goes 💢ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

isagi yoichi

pet main chuhe daud rahe hai.

yoichi was busy watching the soccer highlights on tv when he hears you before he sees you. you walk behind the sofa and hug him from behind(you basically put all your weight on him) "yo-chan~ rats are running in my tummy." "...eh?" "yo-chan, im hungry...!" "...oh," he chuckles, placing a peck on your arm. he gives you options after options on what you want to have. you dismiss every single one. and then. your tummy grumbles. he laughs, "the rats sure are fast." "yo-chan...!" "alright alright. lets not order anything. i'll make whatever you like. that ok?"

michael kaiser

oonth pahaad ke niche aa gaya.

"i know what im doing, angel. trust me," michael was confident in his baking skilled. perhaps a little too confident. "mihya, that's now how you—" "ah ah ah. i'll do what i gotta do. you, my angel, sit back and relax." "i will mihya, but just one thing—" you couldnt even finish your sentence as he spun you and guided you out of the kitchen and sat you on the couch, kissing your temple before going back to the kitchen. and the first batch of cookies? BURNT. and...salty? "mihya...did you use salt instead of sugar?" "...that's a very good question, angel." you narrow your eyes at him. "...ok fine. i need your help." "see? the camel finally came down the mountain." "...what ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ ?" "that means, my love, that you finally learnt your place." oh michael was OFFENDED. firstly, with you calling him a damn camel or something?? he opened his mouth to defend himself but you cut him off, "go preheat the oven."

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[k-aemi]

潔 世一 — isagi yoichi !

smut, non/dubcon, subby yoichi

you were addicted. addicted to isagi. well, specifically, addicted to the sex you guys had. you loved his cock the moment you had a taste of it, the way it hits your spongey spot so good and the way his cum tasted so bitter, but sweet afterwards. your sex drive was far higher than his, and you were very insatiable, something isagi wasn’t, so that made it hard for you.

he was always busy, busy with football practice, and his upcoming games. he was always gone for long hours or even a couple days because he’d have to fly out of the state or country which you hated, you can never pleasure yourself now because your fingers just weren’t doing it!

isagis sex drive wasn’t that high, it was moderate, he’d only do it if you asked, not like he has that much time either way, he gotta focus on his career right now! he can set sex on the side later. you hated it because you wanted him to initiate first, to just take you to bed and fuck you to oblivion, but obviously you weren’t getting that. :(

you had enough…at this point you didn’t care, you just needed it so bad, you missed the feeling, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you, making you spill your juices onto him and cry from the pleasure. if he wasn’t going to give it to you, you just gotta take things in your own hands right?

isagi came home from practice, exhausted, not even bothering to shower first before sleeping, just plopping onto the bed first thing the moment he stepped into your guys shared room. he’s already closing his eyes, resting them, hopefully falling asleep without any trouble, but he wasn’t getting that.

“baby.” you poked at his sides, his arms that draped over his eyes lifted, peeking out to take a short glance at you, responding in a low “hm?”. you straddle on top of him, hands on his chest and he huffs from the sudden weight. confused as he held your thighs.

“baby please? need you right now…” you whined, leaning forward to lay on his chest, your fingers walking on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. he only sighs, patting your back. “i’m tired right now. next time okay?” of course he would say that, you pout. you clearly didn’t like that answer.

“you always say that, but you’re always busy with football! then you get home all tired and tell me “next time.” i’m sick of it!” you sat up, fisting and playing with the bands of his sweatpants. he tried to soothe you, rubbing your thighs. “i’m sorry baby. i promise.” but you didn’t care what he promised anymore, you just needed him, badly.

you grind on his crotch with a erratic pace. gasping as it rubbed in between your clothed pussy. he only grunts, gripping your hips to halt your movement but you don’t falter one bit.

“baby don’t stop me. need it please.” you gasped out, fastening as you can feel him hardening by the second. you bit your lower lips, before pulling down his pants to reveal a stiff cock that sprung to life.

“not now [name]…just w’na rest…” he flinched, the cold air hitting his cock as his tip twitched in place.

you only shake your head. “but baby you’re hard, i know you want it too.” you slid your panties off, throwing it to some random corner of the room. rubbing your folds, coating his cock with your slick as he grit his teeth, retaining those moans and trying to get you off him, but you’re not budging one bit.

“mmh miss your cock yoichi—wan’ it s’bad.” you prop yourself up, lining him up with your entrance and he held in a choked moan, only to let out a loud sigh as you entered in and he threw his head back. you sank yourself in, feeling him reach your deepest spots.

you began to move, sounds of your ass smacking against him echoed as he tried to keep on his moans. his hand moving to his mouth, trying to cover his pathetic whimpers he was letting out, it was so cute seeing yoichi under you and trying his best not to lose his mind.

“s-shit [name] wait—get off—“ he whined in between choked moans, tears peeking from the corner of his eyes, glistening under the light. “n-no y’feel too good yoichi…can’t stop—don’t wanna-!” you continued to bounce on him and he can’t really do anything right now.

he lets out hiccups, from the way you smacked down on him and you fastened yourself on him made him so sensitive. he’s twitching inside your gummy walls and can feel himself coming any second.

“baby i’m gonna cum—get off please.” he cried out and you only shake your head, too much in a trance, you wanted him to finish inside of you, you wanted his seed in you.

“wanna feel all of you ‘ichi…m’sorry i really am. just this once okay?” you leaned down to kiss his lips that were dripping of his drool. messily kissing him as your pace continued, a bit merciless considering his hands were trying to pry you away.

you feel his cock twitch inside of you, and a couple more of grinding movements he emptied himself inside of you with a broken gasp—mouth hanged opened slightly and just feeling his cum flowing inside of you was your breaking down, coming down from your high, grinding on him a bit more to ride it off, collapsing onto him.

you regain your breathing…slowly sitting up to lift yourself from him, seeing how his cum seeped out of your messy cunt, onto his soften cock now. his chest heaved as his abs flexed and glistened with sweat.

“baby did it feel good? look you came so much.” your scissored your pussy, letting more of his cum leak out. sighing in relief when it popped out of your hole. he still hiccuped, body twitching a bit as let out pathetic whined and cries, the pleasure way too much for him, and you kind of failed to see it.

trustttf will work on requesstttt!! been so tireddd

tags ✎: @rinrinniebaby @theirlimerence @luvsymai

[queen-of-gotham]

Before.

(Yoichi Isagi x f!Reader)

Word Count: 1.2k

Synopsis: in which you dated Yoichi Isagi pre-Bluelock and are still with him now ❤️

Notes from the Batcave: for ✨this✨ request, thank you so much lovely! I hope it’s everything you wanted.

The world knows him as a striker.

To you, he’s the boy who used to run late to dinner because he stayed behind after practice. Who would show up at your apartment door, sweaty and grinning, holding convenience store ice cream like it was a grand romantic gesture.

He used to feel like a dreamer with skinned knees and no backup plan.

Now he’s… Isagi Yoichi.

World-class forward. Face of Nike Japan. Graced the cover of Vogue twice. Has a GQ feature about “balancing success and humility.”

Your boyfriend. Still him. Still yours.

⸻

Your boyfriend just made an entire stadium cry and your Instagram still looks like this

your best friend texts, attaching a screenshot.

You snort.

It’s a photo of your private profile… 328 followers, 1,019 posts… with a blurry latte art picture from your last solo study session.

You reply:

i like the bear foam

yoichi liked it too

She sends you a string of screaming emojis.

You close your phone and return to grading exams.

⸻

“How long have you two been together?”

You blink. The interviewer smiles gently, mic angled toward you as the cameraman adjusts the lighting. It’s a short doc segment:

Off the Field, where they catch the players in their everyday lives, and you’d agreed to a few quick questions during Isagi’s off-day, mostly for the team’s press team. You hadn’t expected personal ones.

You hum, thoughtful, “Since high school. Since before Blue Lock.”

The interviewer brightens, “So… you knew him before he was famous?”

You smile softly. “Sure have, I knew him before the cleats sponsorships. Before the agent. Before the sports drinks and billboards.”

You glance toward the living room, where Yoichi is playing with the cat on the rug, completely unaware.

“I knew him when he didn’t believe he was good enough,” you add, “I never stopped believing he was.”

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The segment airs the next week. It’s barely four minutes long. You’re on screen for thirty seconds.

That’s all it takes for the internet to lose its mind.

“ISAGI’S GIRLFRIEND IS A PROFESSOR????”

“no bc how do you just casually say ‘I knew him before the world did’ and then go back to grading papers LIKE THAT????”

“she said ‘i never stopped’ and I am WEEPING.”

“Isagi is literally the luckiest man alive. she’s gorgeous AND smart AND private????”

“I just know she smells like expensive hand lotion and black tea.”

“how’s your man gonna drop a hat trick then come home to a woman like this 😭”

You make a cup of tea and mute your name on Twitter. Isagi spends ten minutes scrolling through the tag with a dazed little smile before flopping over and planting a kiss on your knee.

“You okay with all this?” he asks softly, tapping your leg, “I can ask them to cut it from future reruns.”

You shake your head and press your fingers into his hair, gentle.

“They’re not wrong, you know,” you say, “You are lucky.”

He grins against your leg, “So lucky it’s unfair.”

⸻

“You know you don’t have to work, right?”

It’s not the first time you’ve heard it. This time, it’s Reo asking, kind and earnest, after one of Isagi’s matches.

“You’re incredibly smart,” he continues, “Like freakishly smart. And everyone at the club loves you. But you don’t need to push yourself so hard anymore. We’ve got you covered.”

You laugh, sipping from your glass. “Appreciate the concern, Reo. But I actually like my job.”

“No, I get that,” Reo says quickly, “I just mean… if you ever needed a sabbatical, or wanted to take time off-“

“I already took a year off for my thesis,” you smile, “I don’t want to quit. Not even if I could.”

Isagi walks over just in time to drape an arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple without hesitation.

“She’s got her own dream,” he says proudly, “That’s why we work.”

And Reo raises his hands in surrender, murmuring, “God, you two are disgustingly perfect.”

⸻

Your Instagram remains private.

You post things like:

• half-finished manuscripts

• post-lecture matcha lattes

• your cat sitting on Isagi’s game ball

• blurry pictures of bookshelves

• the back of Isagi’s hoodie with a caption that just says mine.

No sponsored posts. No partnerships. No thirst traps.

But everyone wants to be you.

⸻

You go to matches when you can. When work allows. When the commute lines up.

You sit quietly in the stands with Isagi’s parents when they attend, wrapped in a team scarf and trying to stay calm even when your heart’s pounding.

Sometimes you cry. Sometimes you scream.

Once, a camera caught you clapping with a hand over your mouth after he scored a 90th-minute game-winner. The clip went viral.

“ISAGI SCORED AND HIS GIRLFRIEND LOOKED LIKE SHE SAW GOD.”

“that’s how you know it’s real love.”

“if my partner doesn’t clap for me like that I don’t want them.”

“she looks like she’s praying and I would too if I had to watch him from the stands.”

⸻

You get recognized at a conference once. A young intern rushes up after your keynote to hand you their notebook, wide-eyed.

“Sorry-sorry, this is unprofessional, I just, um, you’re amazing. And also, I love Isagi. Like so much. You’re really with him???”

You laugh, shaking your head, “I’m really with him.”

They stare, “That’s insane. I wanna be like you when I grow up.”

You smile and say, gently, “You should want to be like you.” Then you sign their notebook with a small note and a little soccer ball doodle.

They post about it later. It gets 200k likes.

⸻

At home, the world melts away.

Isagi pads in barefoot and shirtless from the shower, hair still damp. The cat winds around his ankles. You’re reading on the couch, legs tucked under a throw blanket.

He collapses beside you, head finding your lap without a word. You don’t need to say anything, your hand finds his hair automatically, nails scratching at his scalp just how he likes.

“You were incredible today,” you murmur.

“Couldn’t’ve done it without you.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re the one who did the work, Yoichi.”

“Yeah, but-“ he shifts, looking up at you. “Back then, when I had nothing? When all I had was a dream and a bruised ego? You were the one who stayed.”

Your hand stills. Your heart does something soft that you’re more than familiar with by now.

“You’re not still trying to convince me to quit my job and become your housewife, are you?”

He grins, “I would never.”

You snort.

“Besides,” he adds, voice lower, sincere, “I love this version of us. The one where we both chase the lives we wanted. And come home to each other.”

You lean down and kiss his temple.

“I love it too.”

⸻

Online, you’re the mystery.

The private profile. The professor girlfriend. The day one.

But to Isagi, you’re everything. You’ve always been everything.

You’re his person. His peace.

His constant.

His forever.

And the world can keep guessing. You’ll keep him grounded, You always have.

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[sinsxo]

pink, pink, pink! ☆ blue lock ── ★ ˙🍒 ̟ !!

⤷ ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

based on this request.

✦ synopsis: the blue lock boys visit your place for the first time — only to discover a hyper-feminine, coquette-coded bedroom full of ribbons, perfume, plushies and pink.

✦ contains: fluff, cluttered bedroom, coquette/feminine aesthetics, early relationship era.

✦ word count: 0.7k words.

read more: masterlist — blue lock.

── ✦ isagi yoichi .

you hadn’t meant for him to see your room — not this early, and definitely not in this state. but one wrong door, and there he was, standing in the doorway of your bedroom instead of the bathroom, frozen like he’d walked into another world.

you braced yourself for the awkward silence. maybe he thought that it was too girly; it was an entirely different world for him after all — too much pink, too many bows and coquette decorations, too overwhelming for someone like him.

but then his eyes lit up, and he turned to you with the softest smile.

“your room is so pretty,” he said, stepping inside like he was afraid to break something. “it’s like a museum... but cosy.”

you watched in disbelief as he admired everything — the fairy lights, the trinkets on your shelf, even the lace curtain by the window. he was complimenting it all, completely in awe.

“i’ve never seen anything like this before,” he said. “it really suits you, fitting for a princess.”

and in that moment, you knew — he didn’t just like your room. he loved the way it reflected you.

── ✦ itoshi rin .

you were hesitant to let rin see your room at first. he was always so simple, so minimalistic, and serious — you worried it’d be too much for him, too pink, or too cluttered for his liking.

but to your surprise, he didn’t say anything. just a quiet “oh.”

he glanced around like he was inspecting exhibits in a gallery, pausing occasionally at a jellycat, your perfume collection, or a heart-shaped mirror. you weren’t sure if he liked it until you caught him sitting on your bed the next day, like it was the most normal thing in the world, surrounded by all your favourite jellycats — some of which he bought for you.

he never commented on the clutter or the bows or the lace, but he never once felt out of place. if anything, it was just another home for him. sometimes you’d walk in and find him like that — a blob of monochrome in the middle of your extremely pink room. and somehow, he still blended in like he belonged there.

── ✦ itoshi sae .

sae didn’t think it was a big deal.

it wasn’t his aesthetic at all — too pink, too many ribbons — but he didn’t comment on it. in fact, he seemed comfortable. he laid on your bed like it was his, scrolling through his phone, occasionally glancing around with the faintest hint of a smile.

“you look really happy in here,” he said once, watching you pick a necklace from your cluttered dresser.

“i am,” you said.

and that was all he needed. he might’ve been used to cleaner, minimalistic spaces, but seeing how your room lit you up made him wonder if living like a princess wouldn’t be so bad. if he ever had to share a space like this with you someday… well, he didn’t mind.

── ✦ nagi seishiro .

nagi had zero reaction. zero.

for one, he was used to clutter. but the second? how pink it was? how feminine it was? he didn’t bat an eye.

he walked into your bedroom like it was his own, tugged the covers over himself, and immediately made himself at home under your favourite pink blanket. plushies? silk sheets? shelves with pink and white decorations and ribbons? all part of the nap experience now.

even you started wondering who the real princess was.

“smells like you,” he mumbled, face half-buried in a fluffy pillow.

you giggled. “you like it?”

“yeah, because it feels like you too,” he yawned. “like i could sleep here forever.”

and honestly? he could. your room was soft, warm, and filled with everything that made him feel close to you. it was cluttered, sure — but it felt like home. and there you have it, your boyfriend who turns into sleeping beauty whenever he enters your bedroom.

© sinsxo , dividers by @enchanthings & @uzmacchiato.

[starlingxs]

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It’s a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake! ~

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Pairings: Yoichi Isagi x gn!reader

Summary: You and Isagi planned to bake a cake together but it turned into a bit of a disaster, Isagi’s sprout mentioned, reader is a tease

Word count: 683

Type: Fluff, crack, established relationship

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This was supposed to be a fun baking date with your boyfriend, Yoichi Isagi. However, you somehow ended up with batter smeared, not only on your clothes, but also on your face. Isagi didn’t look any better. He had some of the batter on his cheeks and in his hair.

This all started when you added some sprinkles onto the small ‘sprout’ on top of his head. Yoichi had flicked some batter onto your cheek in return and it just kept going from there. The kitchen was a mess, you were a mess, your boyfriend was a mess. Nonetheless, you didn’t feel sad or upset that the cake was history before it was even finished.

“We should probably clean this mess up,” Yoichi mumbled as he wiped some of the batter off your cheek and licked it off his finger. His eyes lit up for a moment and the ahoge on the top of his head fluttered a little. He looked like he just ate a bite of his favourite food.

“I know it’s raw… but it tastes really good actually,” he said and took another swoop off batter stuck to your cheek and used his index finger to hold it out in front of you. You had a mischievous glint in your eyes, your boyfriend was too cute for his own good. Your eyes drifted down to the batter on his finger for a moment before you tugged some of your hair behind your ear and carefully licked it off. The taste of the raw batter was sweet and had a slight taste of vanilla in it. Overall, it really did taste pretty good. A shame it had ended up being turned into your personal weapon of war.

“You’re right… well, you know what they say; some things are just better raw,” you laughed with an innocent smile plastered across your face as if you didn’t just imply a dirty joke. You watched as Yoichi’s ears slowly turned red and a baffled look formed on his face for a few moments. It was always so fun to see his reactions to any kind of teasing. He was quite expressive, even the sprout on the top of his head portrayed his emotions.

“W-whats that supposed to mean-?!” he stammered, frozen in place as his eyes followed you while you began to clean up the battle field. You didn’t respond, just shot him a teasing glance. This earned you a scoff from the striker, but typical for Yoichi, he didn’t bother to dig further into it. He knew you’d just continue to tease him more if you did.

He began to gather the dirty kitchen equipment while you wiped the batter off the floor and the kitchen counter. A comfortable silence settled between you for a bit before Yoichi began to hum a soft melody. It was one of his few many habits which you adored. His voice was surprisingly soothing to listen to whenever he was humming, sometimes you’d even catch him singing quietly to himself. If you were to say something to him anytime he did, he would tense up and choke on his own spit. His humming was an unconscious habit, but it was very endearing nonetheless.

10 minutes later and you had finally finished cleaning up the mess you two had created. You lazily dragged yourself over to the couch before collapsing onto it. It wasn’t that you were tired, but that batter-war had made you hungry. Yoichi entered the living room after you and took a seat beside you. His hand gently settled on top of your head as your fingers began threading through your soft hair. Everything always felt so domestic with him. Sure, you’ve had a few arguments before, but even after dating for almost 3 years, you had never once thought of leaving him or wanted distance from him. It wasn’t the same for Yoichi as well. He was a great boyfriend, even if he sometimes had the tendency to become too focused on his soccer career.

“… yoi.”

“hm?”

“I’m hungry.”

“Me too.”

“Takeout?”

“Takeout.”

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a.n: Totally didn’t write this because this silly guy has been giving me cuteness aggression all day long… also I’m sorry if he’s a bit ooc, it’s my first time writing Isagi </3

[confessionsandcreampies]

‘pinky swear i’m not cheating’ ft isagi, bachira & kunigami

— isagi

he stumbled into the bedroom after reo poured six shots of tequila down his throat. collapsed face-first into bed. so soft, and warm, and smelled amazing. felt like home too.

and then this ‘woman’ cuddled into his chest and whispered, “mmm. you smell good.”

isagi shot awake. eyes wide. mind racing. phone out.

📱yoichi 12:43am:

babe

there’s a woman in my bed

she’s touching me

im not cheating i promise

please help

pinky swear 😢

you sat up slowly, staring at him. “yoichi?”

he screamed. “oh my god she knows my name!”

you grabbed his phone and waved it in front of him. “you texted me, dumbass.”

he blinked. blinked again, just in case. then squinted at your face like he was solving a mystery. “you’re so pretty. wait. you’re mine.”

you sighed. “yes. i’ve been yours for six months.”

“that’s so hot.” he said before he passed out face-first into your boobs.

— bachira

your man was drunk off his ass. spinning, giggling, talking to the potted plant in the hallway. eventually makes it to the bed. collapses next to you and freezes a second later.

you roll over and kiss his cheek. “hi baby.”

bachira gasps like you stabbed him. he shuffles under the covers, opens his phone, and starts typing in a frenzy.

📱meguru 2:17am:

baby

i think there’s a sexy monster in our bed

she’s trying to kiss me

i’m being targeted

pls i’m scared

pinky swear im loyal 😿😿😿😿

you read the notification on your phone and then at him. “meguru.”

he pokes his head out like a scared meerkat. “she said my name!! she knows my location!!”

“babe. it’s. me.”

he blinks and gasps dramatically. “ohhhh. that makes sense. you do kiss like my girlfriend.”

“because i am your girlfriend.”

he crawls onto your lap like a sleepy puppy. “yayy. i like you so much. let’s make out.”

you’re gonna need to sedate him.

— kunigami

rensuke was not handling his liquor well. his cheeks were flushed. his voice got lower. and when he walked into your shared bedroom and saw you lying there in his shirt, he panicked.

“who—who are you??” he yelled.

you sat up. “ren?”

he froze and stumbled back. whipped out his phone like he was calling the fbi.

📱kuni 1:03am:

baby

there is a hot dangerous woman in our bed

she’s wearing my clothes

i think she wants me

im not giving in

i swear on my protein powder

pinky swear 😢

you stared at your phone. “rensuke. look at me.”

he peeked around the corner. you raised an eyebrow. “…oh,” he said. then blushed so hard his ears went red. “oh my god. baby. i’m so sorry. i’m—i was defending your honor.”

you snorted. “you were trying to call the police.”

“i panicked,” he mumbled. “you’re too hot.” then he kissed your forehead and passed out like a heroic idiot.

[wttcsms]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪  lover !!

ᝰ.ᐟ even if he doesn't exude this energy to outsiders, you're happy to know that your boyfriend is the biggest simp around when it comes to you. or: the cute things he'll do for you.  (fem!reader)

featuring yoichi isagi, seishiro nagi, reo mikage, rin itoshi, rensuke kunigami content contains hotel bathroom sinks designed by a man, slight jealousy (reo is the jealous boyfriend), height differences (nagi + kunigami + rin are described as taller), wearing his clothes + clothes is described to be oversized on you (nagi), called a simp by his teammates (kunigami), clingy bf (yoichi <3) author's notes hq version coming soon!!! i just wanted to write something soft n fluffy for once <3

౨ৎ YOICHI ISAGI — goes viral on tiktok when the two of you go on vacation to celebrate your second year anniversary. you're recording yourself from the bathroom of the private villa he rented out for the two of you, and you originally wanted to record what an absolute joke the sink is. there is literally no counter space. nowhere to place any of your makeup or skincare products. yoichi interupts the video unknowingly, knocking softly and asking if he can come in. he doesn't realize you're filming, and it's entirely genuine when he asks, "is everything okay? you sounded frustrated? did you need help opening something?" you laugh before explaining the situation, and he's silent for all but one second before he goes, "oh! i'll just hold your makeup bag, and i'll hand you the stuff when you need it." (poor yoichi means well, but he's standing there for over an hour as you laugh at him when he can't tell the difference between a tube of lipgloss and liquid blush. the look of concentration on his face as he nods intently while you explain what each product is for is absolutely adorable; it's the same concentrated look he gets when he's reviewing game footage, meaning he's taking this seriously for you.) he's also the type that loves to follow you around. it's a common joke for his fans to comment "walk him like a dog, sis!" on any candid photos of you + yoichi because he is almost always holding your hand while trailing behind you. he's like your shadow as he follows you around different stores in the mall, and even when you tell him he can just sit down with the other boyfriends while you just try on some clothes, he refuses to leave your side. tries to follow you to the dressing room, and gets all pouty when he realizes he's not allowed in. makes you walk outside the dressing room with the new outfits on so he can rate them (he is incredibly biased and believes everything looks good on you and forces you to bring everything to the cashier so he can swipe his card to get it for you <3)

౨ৎ REO MIKAGE — cannot handle anyone else taking up large chunks of your time, especially when he rarely gets to see you during game season. makes a face anytime he realizes that the server at the restaurant is a guy. the server will smile at you and tell you that he'll get started on that meal for you right away, and reo leans forward once he's gone and goes, "i can't believe he was flirting with you right in front of me! disgusting!" he's actually convinced that every man in the world wants you for themselves, and if you tease him by threatening to run off with any of these men, he'll instantly frown and start telling you to take that back right now! however, he is entirely convinced that you are the greatest thing to ever grace this earth, and he feels so proud whenever you two are out in public and a fan or an employee compliments you. they could say anything postive about you, and he'll beam with pride, going "i know, right? i tell her this all the time!" it's almost common knowledge that the easiest way to get on reo's good side is to treat you well. he also loves listening to you gossip, and is the type of boyfriend who loves all your friends (even if he can't quite remember their names; it's only important that they treat you kindly and loyally), and hates everyone that you hate. he's also less forgiving than you; if someone backstabs you but you forgive them and grant them a second chance, just know that reo still hates their guts and he'll make it incredibly obvious.

౨ৎ SEISHIRO NAGI — can’t help but make video game versions of the two of you any chance he gets. he’ll pretend to not notice the way your eyes light up when you pass by any claw machine containing plushies of your favorite anime characters, but somehow he’ll manage to find himself at the machine, casually winning you your favorite as if the game isn’t designed to make everyone lose. (he’s just that good.) even if you’re not as big of a gamer as him, he’ll watch you play sims 4 (and subsequently watch you spend 3 hours on the create-a-sim section because you’re trying to create a perfect carbon copy of the two of you.) looks for his favorite hoodie only to glance over at your still-sleeping form on his bed and realizes that you’re wearing it. you look adorable in it; he’s taller than you, bigger in every aspect, so the material swallows you up. (he doesn’t wake you up nor does he ask for it back.) despite the fact that he’s taller than you, nagi is definitely a big baby, and is constantly the little spoon. he loves to come home and bury his face in your neck, loves the way you gently run your fingers through his hair (it’s the easiest way for him to fall asleep), and he’ll constantly try to find ways for you to hold him.

౨ৎ RIN ITOSHI — grants you “scary dog privilege.” literally will mean mug every man in the street as the two of you are walking together. everyone thinks that rin would be a selfish lover from his outside appearance, but he surprisingly puts up with a lot of your antics because he loves you so much. you don’t bother buying a step stool because you count on rin to get you anything you need from the tall shelves (and when you’re mad at him, he’ll purposely find ways to get all your most-used items on a hard-to-reach area so you have to sulkily seek him out and ask for his help. there’s no way in hell you put your face wash on top of the fridge, and rin looks all too happy to grab it for you.) he has a very bare social media account and most of the time, he just posts whatever his publicists draft up for him. the only post he has personally created and shared himself is the one of you on your birthday; in a sea of promotional posters and professionally taken game highlights, the smiling faces of you and rin stand out. (it’s the happiest any of his fans have ever seen him look.)

౨ৎ RENSUKE KUNIGAMI — his teammates make fun of him because he is notoriously loyal to you. they tricked him and took him out to a strip club, and there’s a viral video of kunigami staring intently at his phone, never looking up once at his surroundings. (he was going through your instagram feed + then ran out of photos to look at, so he started going through his camera roll to look at pictures and videos of you.) is the boyfriend who embodies the phrase ‘wear whatever you want, baby, i can fight.’ there’s a photo of you two that did numbers on pinterest. kunigmai is such a big guy, towers over you, honestly, but he readily gets down on his knees for you. in the photo, you two are dressed up to attend a gala. he’s on his knees, and you have one high-heel clad foot resting on the top of his thigh as he looks down and is adjusting the ankle strap of your heel for you. his friends shared the photo in the team groupchat and called him a simp, but kunigami knows that if they had someone half as great as you, they’d act just the same.

[cupidirose]

Hello hi pookie heheheh OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUT ON BLLK BOYS X STUPIDLY NONCHALANT READER…. Like reader would prefer sleep than talking to humans.. has like 2 cats and is SUPER quiet, like doesn’t talk unless spoken to…

I WOULD LOVE THIS IN A FORM OF A SMAU HIHIHIHI

LOVE UR WORKS POOKS, BUT REMEMBER TO TAKE A BREAK WHEN NEEDED🫶🏼

sahara desert

blue lock smau

synopsis: you’re too nonchalant! your boyfriend loves you regardless

ft. nagi; isagi; rin; raichi; sae; kaiser; aiku; reo

a/n: TYSMMM FOR THIS REQUEST!!!! I LOVED WRITING THIS HEHEH…. used own personal experiences and texts with painfully nonchalant people, as well as when i was the nonchalant person in question…

a/n again: can conclude reo has a type

[maiyz]

stood up

in which: you got stood up by them

characters: isagi, sae, nagi, kaiser, reo, rin

masterlist

a/n: i wanted to add bachira but i wanted the photos to be a multiple of 3, maybe if anyone want ill do a oart two?? no ok