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[ryozai]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ you know it’s wrong, wrong to get involved with a dangerous man like himself.

but can you really be blamed?

not when he fucks you so well, his dick hitting the deepest spots of your dripping cunt, watching you with dark, lustful eyes as you bounced on him, like an absolute slut.

and just for him. his pretty slut.

“baby.. fuck, yeah, keep going. ‘m gonna spoil you so hard, pretty,” he groans through gritted teeth, his rough hands resting on your hips, helping you ride him.

the hands of a killer, the hands who killed so many.

“atta girl,” he murmurs with a smirk when he feels your walls begin to tighten around him, your body shaking as you reach your climax — crashing down like a wave. the feeling was so addictive.

so what if he was dangerous? he treated you so well, like no other man could ever.

his hands were so rough, but so delicate with you.

and only you.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ SANZU HARUCHIYO, bonten! mikey, ran, rindou, kakucho, IZANA, kazutora, wakasa, CHILDE, pantalone, toji, choso, GETO, eren, fyodor, dazai, NIKOLAI, MOZU, HYOGA, TSUKASA

these recent smuts i've done r soso based on sanzu

[ryozai]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ men who.. just love it when they leave you a whining, pouty mess, pathetic tears running down your rosy cheeks. they think it’s so endearing; seeing you so fucked out for them, slurred mumbles bubbling from your bruised throat.

.. “fuck, baby, you’re so cute.. so cute ‘fme,” he grunted, his tip hitting the back of your cunt, gushing around him, your mind completely absent.

your makeup is ruined, mascara running down your pretty little face. the expensive lingerie you got them from, torn to pieces. it didn’t matter, he’d just buy another, more and more for him to tear off your perfect body.

his lips press against your cheeks, licking up the salty water dripping, kissing them firmly.

“brain already gone dumb?” he grinned, his voice a little choked out with his relentless thrusts, “love ruining you, baby, so messy.”

“god.. god, sweet pussy made for me.. all for me,” he grunted, “right, baby?”

you cant formulate words, the pleasure overwhelming your soft body, leaving you mindless.

“oh yeah, already fucked you dumb, so pathetic and cute..”

“all for me.. only for me.”

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ sanzu haruchiyo, wakasa, bonten! mikey, ran, rindou, IZANA, eren, gojo, toji, sukuna, geto, choso?, childe?, wriothesley, ALHAITHAM, sae itoshi, michael kaiser, oliver aiku, pro! isagi, SHIDOU, tsukasa shisio, HYOGA, MOZU + ur favs !

[ryozai]

thinking about him right now

[ryozai]

☆ wildest dreams # !

— ft : isagi yoichi

— cw : fluff fluff , hints of angst maybe ?? , not proofread, no explicit mention of gender but u are wearing a dress

— synopsis : you finally reunite with isagi yoichi after the u20s match

you feel your heart stop when you see him again for the first time in months. ever since blue lock project started, you haven’t been able to see him.

you missed him.

your bestfriend, your childhood friend— the boy you had fallen in love with.

he’s grown, his body is more toned, he’s a few centimetres taller, he looks really good.

your friends, and his parents can definitely see the hearts in your eyes. you look at him as if he gave you the sun, moon, and stars.

the roar of the crowd is terrifying, but it’s all a blur to you - your focus was all on the boy who you were head over heels for.

and when his eyes meet yours, he pauses for a second before sending you a grin.

as if he was trying to say ‘look at how far i’ve come, y/n!’

his grin has the silly boyish charm that it’s always had, and you smile widely back at him.

but suddenly, his hands start to feel a bit clammy, and his heart starts to pound in his chest.

he thinks you look pretty as ever.

you’re wearing a white dress, it’s pretty. you’re pretty.

he missed you so much, he missed your presence, your smile, your laughter.

if he wins this game, he’s asking you to be his.

and when he scores the final goal, the adrenaline rushes over him. the screams boom throughout the stadium, the final whistle signifies the end of the game.

his teammates jump on top of him, and he enjoys the moment with them. but after that, he wastes no time to run to where you were standing.

you don’t know how to greet him— it’s been awhile.

but he sure as hell knows what he wants.

so when you feel his lips collide with yours, you’re shocked for a second, but you quickly recover, kissing him back messily.

all eyes are on you, for sure.

and after what feels like centuries, he finally pulls back.

“y/n, i don’t know why i didn’t do this sooner but.. i am so fucking inlove with you, and i want you to be mine forever,” he said, voice shaky— from the kiss? from the game? you couldn’t tell.

“i have been waiting for you to ask that forever,” you smiled softly, a lovestruck gaze on your face.

your lips meet each other once again, desperation, love mixed into the kiss. it was like you two were trying to make up for lost time.

it’s messy— but it’s so perfect.

isagi only moves away from you when he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“c’mon isagi! ego says we gotta go to the changing rooms for a meeting! byebye y/n! isagi has said a lot about you! he’s completely inlove,” the yellow and brown haired boy playfully teased, and isagi’s cheeks flush.

“hey, bachira! they didn’t need to know about that! sorry, y/n. i’ll speak to you later, wait for me?” he grinned, turning his back to walk away from you.

and you feel your breath hitch again.

you missed your boy so much.

[ryozai]

☆ head over heels # !

— ft : sae itoshi

— cw : fluff, kinda angst ?, kinda hurt/comfort

— synopsis : the moments it took sae to realise all he ever wanted was you

— (a/n) : blud isn’t even my fav but i love writing for him LOL, also not proofread and just pure waffle

sae itoshi had always been in the spotlight, to his dismay. he didn’t really care - as long as he could score goals, he was fine with himself.

but he realised he wanted more, he was tired of the boring, lacklustre football japan offered—

he had first noticed you when he saw you fighting back the urge to close your eyes in class, fighting the urge to sleep. he thought it was a little funny seeing your head dangle for a second then move back up.

‘cute,’ was what he muttered to himself that time, flickering his gaze between you and the teacher.

he probably saw you a few more times in his school days, but then he moved to spain to train more

sometimes he’d have thoughts of you, but he’d just push it away. it’s stupid, after all. he doesn’t care about you, you just happened to be a random classmate.

when he first arrives back in japan after years, he has a thought of you again. how were you? what did you look like?

he scoffs, ‘how lukewarm.’ again, why’d he care so much? it’s not like you two were friends.

he knows he’s changed, but when he spotted you for the first time in years, his heart stops for a second.

he didn’t realise you could’ve changed this much.

you’ve grown, you’re a bit taller now, your features are more defined now. you’re even more prettier.

he realises he’s been staring at you for too long.

a cringe inducing amount of time.

it was pure coincidence he found you at a random cafe, wanting some coffee after his long flight.

and when you spot him, you smile at him.

you realise how much he’s changed too. his short bangs are grown out, and he’s so much more handsome now. his body was toned and he looked so good.

he can’t help but laugh to himself, how embarrassing.

“sae? i didn’t expect to see you back again! especially since you’re a football treasure now,” you grinned, glancing to look at his side profile.

“hm, i guess so,” he replies, nonchalantly. his voice is deeper now, and he’s more straight faced now.

and after that interaction, you two speak more and more. so much now that even rin has noticed your presence.

“where’s your girlfriend, i thought she was coming too?” rin asked, draping a coat over his body.

“girlfriend?” sae furrows his brow, stopping in his tracks.

“yeah? y/n?” rin replied, raising a brow as he moved to the front door.

sae scoffs - girlfriend? you were just a friend, nothing more, no way.

“she’s not my girlfriend.”

“sure seems like it though.” rin shrugged, turning his head back to look at his older brother.

and he keeps reassuring himself that the two of you are just friends.

even when he accidentally buys your favourite drink instead of his.

or when he notices you wearing some of his clothes, his jerseys— with his name plastered on the back.

and even when you two kissed on a cold winter’s night.

you two are just friends.

nothing more, nothing less.

but the facade soon comes cracking down. he questions his place with you. even an idiot like rin could pick up on the ‘friendship’ you had.

and suddenly, it all fixes into place.

sae itoshi is fucking in love with you.

so that night, he comes knocking on your door, running through the streets in just a jacket and sweatpants.

and when you finally open the door after what felt like years, his lips meet yours.

it’s passionate, messy, desperate; the way he kisses you, the way he holds you.

the way he holds you as if you’ll disappear if he lets go.

he finally realises.

“i’m sickeningly head over heels for you, y/n.”

[ryozai]

☆ baby, you’re the baddest # !

— ft : isagi yoichi

— cw : fluff, suggestive (?) - making out , fem terms used, not proofread again LOL , kaiser

— synopsis : he jus cant keep his hands off you, he’s addicted to you. nothing else matters to him, only you.

— (a/n) : himsagi yoichi on top, yep, that’s it !

isagi yoichi was insatiable, no matter how many kisses you’d give - he’d still want, need more

the loud party music reverberates around the entire house, and it makes your heart rattle in your chest. you’re sat on you boyfriend’s lap currently, and his arms wrap around your waist, holding you close to him.

“hey pretty? gimme a kiss, hm?” isagi grins, with his lovestruck smile. it’s no fair, his boyish charm, his cute grin. how could you ever say no?

you turned your body around, giving him a small peck on the lips, and he smiled at the contact of your lips.

“hey- wait, that was jus’ a peck!” he furrowed his brows, almost pouting. he was so fucking cute.

“yeah? there’s a dozen people in here, we can save the kissing for later,” you responded, raising a brow as you shrugged at him.

“you’re so mean to me, baby” he teased, rubbing your sides with his hands.

“can you guys go be all lovey dovey somewhere else?” kaiser retorted, side eyeing you both.

“you jealous? if you’re jealous i have a pretty girl, you can jus’ say so, kaiser,” isagi quickly countered.

“and if i am?” kaiser slyly grinned, trying to rile up isagi.

“too bad, she’s all mine.”

he gently moved you off his lap and took your hand to lead you into a bathroom, leaving the rest of the team in the room where they were playing spin or the bottle or something. he didn’t really care, he was focusing on you right now.

he guided you through the numerous crowds of people, his team were celebrating a massive win - opting to throw a large scale party (funded by reo.)

once the pair of you entered the bathroom, he lifted you onto the counter, placing himself between your legs and giving you another small kiss on the lips.

“my pretty girl, all i ever want,” he muttered, kisses becoming deeper and more passionate. his lips collided with yours messily, and the lip gloss you had on was definitely smudging all over your and his face.

“fuck- y’re so pretty, angel,” he grinned, his right hand finding it’s way to the back of your head, holding you tightly as he kissed you with a fervent desperation.

it’s unfair how he always left you breathless.

“shouldn’t— you be celebrating a win right now?”

“don’t care, i’ve already got a pretty girl taking up all my attention..”

him and his stupid boyish grin.

[ryozai]

☆ okokok lalala # !

— ft : sae itoshi

— cw : fluff, nothin more jus him beinf ur bf, no explicit mention of gender , maybe ooc ?

— (a/n) : this trend on tiktok is so cute, i’m sobbing!! not proofread ! anyways, first blue lock post ^^

thinking of sae itoshi as your ‘okokok’ boyfriend..

yeah, sae itoshi the supposed ‘cold-hearted, mighty’ upcoming football player.

..thinking of ‘okokok’ sae who nods along to you asking frantically which outfit is better. you keep putting different garments on, and asking for his opinion for each outfit. and, to be honest, sae thinks all of them look good on you. i mean, he thinks everything does.

he’s just that smitten for you.

..thinking of ‘okokok’ sae who carefully listens to your silly little rants about whatever. whether you’re talking about a new show you picked up, or the cutest dress you saw on pinterest. he just watches and listens attentively—

—he’s also trying to fight back the small smile forming on his lips as he watches you ramble.

..thinking of ‘okokok’ sae who follows behind you as you wander off into different shops, happily trying on different clothes with a childlike excitement. he thinks it’s cute, and it makes him realise how down bad he’s for you. it’s embarrassing, really.

he also had no problem with paying for everything, after all; he’s rich, and if buying random shit meant he could see you happy, he would happily oblige. he would give you the world if he could

..thinking of ‘okokok’ sae who doesn’t understand gossiping, he thinks it’s dumb — really. why would he care about other lukewarm lives? but it’s different when it’s you.

how you sneakily remark about how your neighbour was having an affair, and he listens with a raised brow and cool gaze. maybe he enjoys gossip a little..

..thinking of ‘okokok’ sae who wants you be to his ‘lalala’ forever. hmm, maybe he’ll seal the deal with a ring one day.