#bllk x yn

[kysiori]

clueless caregiver

┊a clueless nagi trying his best to care for his ill gf ┊based on real life events (im sick rn)

– 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 –

you had been feeling terrible for the past few days, unable to shake off the persistent flu-like symptoms that had been plaguing you. nagi had been checking in on you regularly, bringing you soup and medicine, and even offering to stay with you until you felt better.

but as much as you appreciated his care and attention, you couldn't help feeling frustrated at his lack of knowledge when it came to taking care of a sick person. he kept asking if you were hungry or thirsty, without realizing that you had lost your appetite and didn't want to eat anything.

"nagi, I'm really not hungry," you said for what felt like the tenth time that day, as he held out a plate of food.

"oh, right," he says, looking sheepish. "I keep forgetting that you're sick."

you tried to hide your irritation, knowing that he was just trying to help. but it was hard to be patient when you were feeling so miserable.

nagi was clearly at a loss when it came to taking care of you, but he was determined to try his best. he kept checking your temperature and offering to bring you anything you needed, even if he didn't always know what that was.

"I'm sorry I'm not very good at this," he says, looking apologetic.

"it's okay," you replied, feeling a little guilty for being so frustrated with him. "I appreciate everything you're doing for me."

nagi gave you a small smile, looking relieved. "I just want you to feel better," he replied.

and even though he might not have been the most skilled caregiver, you knew that his heart was in the right place. and that was enough to make you feel a little better, even if you were still sick.

[ssailormoonn]

─── ❛ Sit ❜

Bachira X Fem!Reader

WC; 1.1k | !MDNI! | TW/CW; Cock warming, Bulging, Skirt kink, sub!Topᶠᵉᵐ , dom!Bottomᵐᵃˡᵉ, Praise, Pet names, Slight? Subdrop, Slight dub!con

M A S T E R L I S T ─── B L L K M A S T E R L I S T

The was a bright light shining in my face as my eyes open and I shot up from the bed now sitting up from the sun and from a familiar voice calling me.

I scan the boyish room and my eyes lay on Bachira sitting in a gaming chair and playing some game on the computer in front of him and was talking to someone through the headset, probably some of the boys playing with him.

"Oh, pretty, you're up," Bachira says spinning around to face me in his chair.

"Yeah," I say softly.

"C'mere, Pretty," He demands.

I pout in annoyance and walk over to him with my arms crossed wanting to know what's up with him. Bachira's looking good as usual, even in comfy home clothes he's still hot. White T-shirt that's almost see through and a pair of baggy grey sweats.

But, he's acting so weird. It's like it's not even him talking right now. I stand in front of him blocking his view to the game he was thoroughly engrossed in and right after he pats his lap gesturing me to take a seat on him.

"Sit here I wanna cuddle," He says says in a teasing tone, his emotions are complicating things, but how could I stay confused at him.

I straddle his lap and wrap one of my arms around his neck and the other folded against his chest lightly gripping the clothing on his shoulder as I bury my head further into his neck. He wraps his arms around my lower back but still playing the game. Though I kept on shuffling around trying to find a more comfortable position to sit in.

"Lemme guess, talking to your dear sweet Y/n," I voice says through his headphones I recognised the voice as Isagi, so loud I could hear.

"Mhm."

"Quit moving, Pretty," Bachira whispers into my ear.

As I listen to him and stop moving around I now rest my entire weight on his lap and only then could I feel his length prodding against my clothed sex. The unexpected action made me let out a whimper into neck.

"Oh hell nah, the fuck was that," Another voice says.

"Y/n's not feeling well, aren't you?" Bachira replied in the same teasing tone.

"Yeah," I say loud enough just for the microphone to catch.

The boys on the other line start to argue over each other making it the perfect time for Kawaki to talk to me without their ears hearing, "I can feel how wet you are just from that one move, Pretty," He whispers teasingly into the shell of my ear.

"So why don't you slip my dick into that pretty pussy of yours," He continues to whisper, "And sit still like the good girl you are for me."

"That's embarrassing," I shyly say into his shoulder.

"Mmm, come on baby, do it for me," He says almost begging with an edge of desperation in his voice.

"M'kay," I say into his shoulder.

I slide further away from the band of his sweatpants and pull it down his legs, he assists me by lifting his hips just a little. He wasn't wearing boxers so his hardened length sprung out hitting his abdomen..

In curiously I rub my thumb over his swollen tip swiping and moving the dripping precum from his dick and bringing my hand down to trace his prominent veins slightly sticking out of the flesh making him jut his hips forward and letting out a sharp hiss at the contact.

"Fuuuck, don't do that, Pretty, come baby," Bachira says gripping my hips in the reaction of my actions, "Be a good girl for me. Sit and please me."

I hesitantly stand up and slip my underwear down my legs with the band hooked under my finger. I stand out of the holes and was going to put the underwear in the handbag that I had. Before I was even a step away his voice spoke again.

"Uh-uh, Give me," Bachira says holding his hand out and I hesitantly hand him my garment and place in in the palm of his hand and right after he put it in the pocket of his sweats that were now half down his legs.

I shakily make my step towards him and straddle him once again. I see how he mutes his microphone and his hands grasp my hips and digs his nails slightly into my hips.

Grabbing the base of his dick and lubricate the tip with my arousal dragging the tip across my folds making it drag across my clit in the process making me let out breathy moans.

The bolts of electricity coursed through my and my heartbeat went down to my throbbing clit as I slightly lost my balance while letting  and fell into him with my still clothed body pressing up against his. I manage to get my composure back and lift away from his chest and slowly sinking down onto his cock.

Taking my hand away from his base and continue to grip his shoulders. The breathy moans and whimpers continue to leave my throat as tears bunch up in my eyes from how big he is and I take a quick look down to see I'm only half way.

"Doing so well for me Pretty," Bachira moans, "Look at you stomach already getting bigger cause of me and you're not even fully in, so pretty baby."

Instead of taking my time to sink down on his dick I quickly put all my weight and sit with his full cock deep inside me and I could feel the tip just kissing my cervix making me let out a moan and he lets out a deep groan in return.

He groans out, "See Angel I knew you could do it, made for my dick."

I arch my back pressing my chest against his due to the over whelming pleasure of the angle his cock pressing into. His balls pressed right against the base of my ass, his pelvis pressing against my clit making me let out ragged moans and sighs as my back continued to arch into him.

I see his hand shakily reach out to grab his controller and unmutes his mic with his other hand, "Sorry mates, I'm back," Bachira says confidently but slightly breathy, as he continues to cock warm me.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

M A S T E R L I S T

B L L K M A S T E R L I S T

[loolingz]

— character: shidou ryusei  x readerㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsmut skit

warning ; public area sex, hatefuck. minors dni (17+ only)

you haven’t seen him since he left blue lock.

but you knew he was still alive. you knew he managed to do the impossible- to leave with his heart still beating. to leave with blood still pumping through his veins. and with a sense of morals to stick by. at first, it was just whispers here and there. rumors around your office. but then it was open and blatant conversations. sighting. images. and suddenly, shidou ryusei was no longer the ghost you thought he’d be. suddenly, he’s just a man standing in front of you on a crowded street. smiling at you as if you were old friends before asking if you wanted to spend some time with him.

you weren’t quite sure how to feel about that. and even now, as you stand facing the brick walls of some random alleyway, with your panties pulled down to your ankles and his dick lining up with your pussy from behind…

“fuck!”

…you’re still not sure how to feel about seeing him after all this time.

you can’t help the deep breaths that escape you as he pushes inside of your cunt. thankfully, he moves slowly as he sinks more and more of his cock into your pulsating hole. but from the get-go, he was determined to get his fill. to treat you as a warm body with an even warmer pussy just for him to enjoy. even if that means pressing himself flush against your back. crowding you between his body and a barrier. as if he didn’t want anyone to see you like this. as if he wanted you all to himself. at least, that’s what you’re trying not to tell yourself.

“god , what a foul mouth you have. all that noise just for a couple of inches of dick, huh?” he but purrs into your ear. his breath is so warm as it fans over your skin. the brush of his long hair against your neck has your body sending shivers down your spine, you can almost hear the way he smirks at your reactions. but you can imagine it perfectly. that stupid, knowing, cocky grin on his face as he presses you harder against the wall. you can picture it so well it feels like he never left. and you hate it. “Be careful now. I might just fall in love with you again. we don’t want that, do we? ”

you hate it, you hate it,  you hate him.

but he doesn’t give you time to hate the feeling that he gives you. because no sooner than the words leave his mouth, he’s pulling halfway out. you’re moaning at the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls as he makes his exit. but a second later, he’s hands are creating bruises around your waist as his hips snap back into yours. it causes you to gasp as he somehow manages to hit a spot deep inside of you that makes it hard to think about anything else except for the feeling of him pulling out once more. just to snap his back in again. and again.  and again.

the emotion that hits you the hardest is pleasure. it’s a natural response. a human response. but it’s a response that has you going cross-eyed and drooling, and you brace yourself against the wall. a response that has you getting way louder than you should be for being fucked so sloppily in a public place. a response that your body grows warm with a mixture of lust and embarrassment. lust because you like what you feel. and you like it a lot. but embarrassment because you despise the man who’s making you feel this way.

and that you wished he had done this sooner.

“you wanna know what I think?” he muses as his warm palm leaves its place on your waist and lays flat against your lower stomach almost possessively.“I think you haven’t had anyone in here in a long time. didn’t change since high school now, did you?”

it’s with a half-working brain that you realize he’s back to talking again with that velvety finish to everything he says. back to speaking his mind like he always did. at the wrong times. to the wrong people. but is it so wrong that you just wished he could go back to shutting up? is it so bad that you just want him to go back to grunting curses and promises against your skin as you two become closer than you’ve ever been before? no, it couldn’t be wrong. but you never liked him. you never did. that’s what you always told yourself, even if your body reacted differently. even if your thoughts disagreed with you, only thinking of his devilish grin and him in general. so what’s wrong with wanting nothing more than a warm body to get your fill? that’s all he wanted from you.

“at least, i don’t think you’ve had anyone good in here. am i correct?” 

and that’s all you wanted from him. at least, at the moment.

“ fuck …fuck you shidou,” your words are coming out in slurs as he speeds up his pace. but you curse his name all the same because fuck him. you hate him. you hate everything about him. the way he looks. the way he talks. the way he carelessly would start fights. the way he was able to walk away from you for soccer. the way that he was right about the fact that you haven’t had a good fuck in what must have been months. you hate- no you despise, you loathe it all. “just… f-fuck…fuck you…shidou.”

“ryusei, doll. ryusei. i’m not the senior you adored anymore as a junior. remember that.” but he’s quick to quip back with something so stupid you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to pretend it’s not him. in an attempt to pretend that he’s not really here. that you didn’t say yes to going to a second location with him and that his hand isn’t currently reaching down to rub tiny, furious little circles into your clit as lips find your neck. that you didn’t want to sleep with him as badly as he wanted to sleep with you. in an attempt to pretend that you still don’t love him. “now call me that when I fuck you. got it?”

but you can’t.

because ryusei shidou was never a ghost. because ryusei shidou never loses. and because the man right behind you is determined to have you. and maybe you’re not sure about how that makes you feel. maybe you’re still not sure about how any of this makes you feel. but one thing is for certain. It’s that maybe…just maybe…maybe you don’t hate him as much as you think you do. but who can blame you?

“then fuck me, ryusei. and do it right.”

you’re only human.

[sanzu-sanzu-sanzu]

Hungry Hearts 5

Itoshi Sae X F!Reader

You are Itoshi Sae’s Manager. Fielder of dumb reporter questions and keeper of his schedule. Among many others.

Timeskip. Sae is 24 and is officially a representative of Japan.

slowburn + idiots in love + romance + friendship/gen

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Chapter 5: Table for Two

Day 1 of the Japan League All-Star Football has you running around in your trusted Chucks within the operational halls of the stadium at 6 AM in search of one, good functional room, meaning one equipped with coffee, good ventilation, minimal noise, bathroom, and everything one might need in the completion of hours and hours of paperwork. Paperwork pertinent to the events unfolding in the 2-day affair. You pick the spot at the farthest end of the wing, in what you believe to be a makeshift office with just the right amount of noise and traffic, with the remaining available desk and chair that could’ve still been a little higher and suited for your frame, maybe…but this’ll do. You could manage with a little back ache in the coming days.

It’s going to be a very long day, to you and to everyone, and the morning has barely even begun. As for your other responsibilities, you’ve had everything else sorted out and ready way before 6 AM, of course, so that when the time for parting finally came around, Sae simply gave you a sleepy thumbs up as confirmation that everything’s good before he’s practically shooing you away, and then you’re off.

You’re in the middle of a particularly lengthy task when your screen is suddenly blocked by a heavy-looking takeout bag, making you almost jump out of your seat. You look up to see Sae beside you, leaning against the wall, his head turned away like he’s surveying the room. By now, it’s gotten empty—you haven’t even noticed anyone leaving, nor arriving—and if he’s found whatever is of interest to him in this room that he’d come all the way for, you don’t see it in his face. He simply takes the water bottle he’s propped at the crook of his arm to his mouth.

It’s lunch, you just realized.

“Oh—hey,” you hesitantly take the container box away from your screen, holding it by the twine handles, “do you need me to—“

“It’s yours. Eat,” Sae says without looking, his voice slightly muffled by his uncapping of the attached lid with his teeth. He places his other hand in his pocket while he crosses his ankles, like he’s got no actual plans of leaving anytime soon.

You turn your eyes to the box, still clueless as to why he is doing this when you spot the neat tag with a typewritten ‘ITOSHI SAE, JPN 10’ on the side along with a string of the event’s official sponsors. This is food designated for the National Team players, and, for obvious reasons, he can’t be giving this to you.

“But...this is yours.“ You turn your questioning look back to him (it’s starting to strain your eyes and neck, having to look up at his face from this angle). “You should be eating.”

As if you’ve just successfully communicated your discomfort, you watch as he bends his knees to crouch beside you to try to get into a more comfortable position. With an arm resting against one knee, he leans his head back against the wall. “There’s always food in the mess hall, I’m sure they’ll have something for me.” Before you could reason out, he tilts his head to shift his gaze to you, his expression suddenly turning stern. “Did you even take a break?”

You opt to postpone answering his question with a subtle wave of your hand. “Alright. Uhm. What time is it? You better get there then.”

His staring does not waver. “Well, not to pressure you, but I only got ten minutes before I’m needed in the conference hall,” and you can only gape in response.

“What are you even—so you should be heading to the mess hall now.”

The nerve of this man to raise his eyebrow like you’ve just missed out on something obvious. “Then eat. I’m not leaving until you’ve cleared all that.” And keep his voice calm while at it.

“What?—“ is all you can ask in disbelief, except you don’t have time to argue now, not anymore, if what he says is true. The one missing thing in this room, apparently, is a wall clock, so you’d have to take his word for it. “Fine. Fine.” As you stand and quickly slide your laptop into your bag, you also catch him pushing himself against the wall at the same time as you do. “We’re both eating at the mess hall.”

You narrow your eyes at the strangely satisfied look on his face, an expression that quickly turns into a frown at your sudden ‘Ow!’ as you turn your neck, grimacing in pain. A discomfort you do your best to ignore.

His scolding, though, not so much. (“That’s what you get for sitting on that awful chair.”)

Said mess hall is no less frazzled than you are when Itoshi Sae suddenly comes in, following closely behind his visibly unhappy manager, searching for food. In the brief commotion, you are quick to the understanding that they all seem to have taken it that everyone—from players to staff—has already been accounted for re: food, so what you’ve both stumbled upon is in fact the lunch crew in the middle of packing, or whatever’s their equivalent of winding down. You have no idea how they all manage it, but, somehow, before you can even make your offer of just giving Sae back his own food—and because they’re not about to let a football star go hungry—food was, of course, successfully acquired.

As soon as Sae pulls the chair out right next to you—amidst the contained flurry of various hands around him clearing the stuff out of the table, fixing all that mess on the floor, et cetera, in the one room where no one like Sae was expected to be in—a media personnel appears through the door, announcing that players are to be expected back in the main hall in the next five minutes so if the on-ground staff still hanging about in the room could please get their asses back up top already, that would be great—a phenomenon that results to some questionable looks amongst everyone around you seeing as how one of said players needed for said scheduled events to even begin is in this very room, about to begin his lunch. You don’t seem to notice much of what’s happening around you at the moment, something he takes as a good thing, because if Sae gave a shit about courtesy it’s primarily because he would rather you aren’t getting any more additional cause for headache, if he could help it. And if he couldn’t? Well, there’s not many rules he knows he wouldn’t be able to pull off bending a little.

Would you give him shit for bending a rule or two? A scary thought, one he’s starting to only ponder over when he hears your low muttering to yourself, wondering something about how come lunch break schedule for players turned out to be this tight?

Sae opens his mouth to speak, catches the distress on your face, and then promptly shuts his mouth. If he tells you the truth, that lunch has always been an hour long, but it’s just now he’s only left with 10 minutes to himself because he’d spent the majority of it searching the entire maze of this venue for you, will you—

become even more stressed out, or

actually get mad at him, for real, this time?

He decides not to dwell too much anymore on which one might be worse; decides he’s also not too keen on finding out. He does, however, still got the nerve to point his fork at the portion of vegetables you’ve set aside on about a third of your plate, and calmly say: “You shouldn’t leave out the cabbages.”

Amidst all the fuss around Itoshi Sae, you humble him by simply snapping, “Eat up, Sae-kun; you got 3 minutes,” to his face.

“Yes ma’am,” he quietly muses, secretly amused. He could manage with a little sass.

Day 2, you’re not as easily fooled, and as you watch Sae enter through the door—to your surprise, or maybe not?—of today’s office in another wing, your eyes instinctively narrow. This time, though, as he drops the food on your lap, he follows up with a question: “What’s the order of interviews for today? And where is this room?” Why are you working in this cramped space?

“Right wing, Miura hall. It’s Aiku, Rin, Karasu, Isagi, and then you—what is this?”

“It’s two players per room, right? I don’t know, something healthy; yours.” He simply leans back against the table right in front of you; not resting per se and not about to leave at the same time, but also getting out of the way of a couple of passing staff who had to do a double-take at the unlikely surprise visitor in the room. “So, I follow right after Isagi. Which room will we be in?”

You almost, almost, forget that he should be aware of his own schedule by now (you’ve made sure this morning), but you decide against protesting. “It’s Conference Room 2B and it’s with Shidou, who’s after you, not Isagi. Have you eaten?”

“Well—shit.” You hear him mutter rather suddenly, not completely sure whether it’s at your sudden question or the fact he’ll be spending over an hour with the energy-draining teammate. He blinks twice, though, at the peculiar lapse in his Math—because he’s never wrong at Math.

He also notes the very slight rise in your tone. His eyes remain adamant.

“I’m sure they have something in the mess room; they always do. Come on.”

“That’s—“ by this point, you’re already standing up, have already packed your laptop. As if on your cue, he pushes himself against the table as well and starts walking towards the door, already with the understanding that you will both be eating at the mess hall again today, as if you’ve agreed on anything.

You sigh once you catch up to him.

“You can’t keep giving me your food, you know that? And where do you keep spending the rest of lunch, anyway? Lunch started an hour ago—I’ve checked.” Before you trip yourself with all the stuff in your arms he manages to take the bag of food—his lunch/your lunch—out of your hand. When you look up at his face, he’s squinting, thinking harder than he should be.

Finally, he grunts in annoyance. “Why the hell won’t you stay in one place, anyway,” he says under his breath.

“What?”

To which he doesn’t answer. For now, you decide to let it go in spite of the out-of-pocket query, in spite of your unwavering staring.

In the elevator with only the two of you as sole occupants, you squint at the paper bag still in his hand. “Is the food not to your liking,” you wonder rhetorically, not expecting him to answer.

Sae does not intend to lie but also genuinely does not know what to say, so he simply says without thinking: “Something like that.” He goes quiet when you don’t respond, but only because he’s watching your face very closely, taking stock of the wonder in your furrowed eyebrows. Wondering what you might make of it.

Finally, you sigh. “You’re so strange,” shaking your head as you look away. “I thought it was good, though. Too much vegetables for my liking, but tasty.”

He seems pleased by something you cannot pinpoint what, judging by the near-softening of his voice as well as the corners of his mouth. He crosses his arms, smugness slowly fading off his face.

“That’s great to hear.”

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Sae knows, more than anyone, that if nobody were to actually stop you, you’d be working yourself to the bone. He squints at the next person who’s approached you in the twenty minutes that you’ve been up in the dugout—this time, an event coordinator (one of the local club managers) whom he knows would not hesitate dropping heavy work on anyone willing. The final exhibition match for the event has just ended and while the day is basically coming to a close, as long as there’s still cameras rolling and players scattered about being interviewed, interacting with fans, there will always be work to be done. Even from this distance, out here in the field, in the middle of what’s to be his second post-match interview, he can see that whatever the lady coordinator is asking, it’s something you’d agree to doing. Despite the fact, he knows, that your actual role for the event is by now done. (And, yes, he did read the contract management had him sign.)

He knew that helping out with managing the event was something you’d wanted to do, so he didn’t think to stop you; though, on second thought, he probably should’ve warned you on the certain people to avoid (and perhaps the selflessness to curb) the moment the League had tapped you to be on their managing staff. A big favor from you, really, one he’d butt heads with, if necessary, to ensure no JFA higher-up would abuse.

“Itoshi-san?” There’s a light jab to his abs that instantly pulls his attention back. The very instant he turns his head he’s met with Shidou’s wide, despairing eyes, wordlessly trying to communicate either the question being asked that Sae was not able to catch, or the desperation to Please, let’s wrap this up, I am ready to go home—if not both—and whatever expression Sae himself is making seems unfriendly enough the blameless reporter is already raising both palms up as if in quiet caution.

No reporter actually deserves the cruelty of a joint Sae-Shidou interview, ever.

Shidou, unprompted, inches his head a little closer and harshly whispers something only Sae could hear.

“‘You have any plans for tonight after this?’”

“Yeah. So?”

“No! He’s asking you. Dude.” In a voice that’s now barely a whisper.

“Well, what the hell was the question.”

“I just said, if you have any fuckin’ plans for tonight after this?”

Sae cannot help but just sigh through his nose, in frustration of everything, before turning to the reporter with all the blankness he could muster.

“Yeah. Sure. I’m getting dinner with my manager.”

Somewhere there’s a few muted ‘Ooohs’ and even the interviewer’s face, who was, just a moment ago, scared out of his wits, is now looking intrigued. “Dinner! Sounds awesome. Are we celebrating anything tonight?”

“Celebrating my being at my best behavior for the past two days,” a remark that earns him a few good-natured laughs. He quickly realizes it’s a mistake to look Shidou’s way because when he does, he sees nothing but the antennae-d freak’s dumb, wide grin.

Sae has to roll his eyes on live television. “And for keeping a cool head in front of people cruising to be dope-slapped,” he adds, just to watch his junior’s dopey smile turn into a scoff.

At your side of the dugout, the event coordinator is still going on about her instructions. Something with logistics, you’re told, as you nod in understanding. You no longer bother telling her that this is already out of your work’s scope because it’s already too late in the night to be calling up other people, after all. It’s not like you have any plans after this anyway; dinner could simply wait for just a bit longer. Depending on how things get sorted out.

“Are we good? You got all that, yes?” she asks, her smile as sweet as can be. You respond in kind, hoping she doesn’t catch on to how tired you are.

“Yes, of course. I’ll see what I can do.” When you turn on your heel to leave, however, your face is instantly met with a hard surface. A broad chest, you quickly realize, looking up to see Sae, his eyes hard and serious, but focused straight ahead and not at you.

“S-Sae-kun, hi.” You can only greet him timidly, before turning your attention back to where his daggers are directed. Right where you left her, the event coordinator still has that sickeningly sweet smile that right now looks a little more wide, a little more eager to please.

“Itoshi-san, good work on—“

“I think you’re done borrowing my manager for the day.” With your back almost flushed to his chest, your blood instantly stills at the cold vibrating in his voice. “Don’t you?”

“O-Of course, of course. She’s been of great help; we don’t mean to overstep.” It feels like forever, this brief standoff, in the middle of the oblivious dugout crowd and the harsh stadium lights and noise; Sae unmoving in his quiet animosity, the event coordinator closer to crumbling by the second. Five seconds tops, and then she’s bowing her head, quickly shuffling away.

You catch an almost inaudible sigh from right behind you; it takes a beat, and then another, before you feel him stepping back. When you finally turn to face him, his head is turned somewhere else, just like this morning, hands in his pockets, like he’s ready to side-step anyone who’ll mistakenly bump into him. Except no one in this field will likely jolt in surprise and run into him blind in a place where he belongs.

With Sae, you no longer try to hide how tired you are. You also do not hide the smile that colors your face upon realizing his little gestures.

“You know, I’d like to suggest we get dinner somewhere,” you begin, pausing only briefly when his eyes finally find you, “but I don’t wanna assume; I don’t know if you got anything planned for the rest of the night, after all.”

He scoffs, already slowly turning on his heel, ready to leave. “‘Course you do. You handle all my schedule.” A timely, gentle reminder that you have him and he has you, that after all the people and all the noise, you both get dinner after. He looks over his shoulder once at the sound of your laughter and to make sure that you’re following closely behind.

“Let’s go somewhere nice. I’m tired of mess hall food.”

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“Hey, why are you and Shidou-san trending again?”

Sae groans the very moment you mention Shidou’s name. He slows his pace so you can walk side-by-side.

“I said no work; dinner first.”

“It’s not work, I’m just on social media—hey! Give me my phone.”

Two minutes later and you’re cracking up at the two-second clip of him rolling his eyes in front of the camera with zero context. You don’t get to watch the rest of the interview because you’re stuck laughing at that one scene—and how could he stop your laughter?—and just as you’re about to move on, he’s shoving your phone away from your face, once again, because Dinner first, okay? Dinner first before we talk work.

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[lxcalmenace]

How would bllk boys react after a fight with you?

Ft. Chigiri, Nagi, Bachira and whoever you like

Thankss!

Thank you for this request!

°•How would Bluelock boys act after a fight with their s/o•°

F.t. Chigiri, Nagi, Bachira and Rin

Gn!y/n and pure fluff

Tw: none

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☆Chigiri Hyoma

You hardly have any fights with Chigiri. He's an understanding and overall a perfect boyfriend. But if a fight sparks out between you, Chigiri, the gentleman he is, will definitely apologise first. No matter who's wrong, Chigiri will be there with your favourite food and some flowers. You guys sit, talk it out and soon enough you find yourself doing selfcare with Chigiri. By the end of the day, you've already forgotten the reason as to why you two were fighting in the first case! He will be extra clingy and expect him to treat you like a princess.

☆Nagi Seishiro

You guys probably had a fight over silly stuff like Nagi being lazy or him thinking that eating his food is a hassle. You decide to give him a silent treatment leading to him complaining to Reo the whole day and soon enough, he'll come crawling back to you; demanding for attention. He'll apologise to you, leaving you with no choice but to forgive him (I mean who wouldn't forgive him?) You then spend the day cuddling with each other, with Nagi occasionally giving you a peck on your head and lips. Honestly, fighting with Nagi is just like loving each other all over again.

☆Bachira Meguru

Fights with Bachira is like riding a roller coaster; you'll never know about what is going to be spilled out next from his lips. You get angry and decide that its just better to leave him alone. What really caught you off guard is him calling you at 2am apologizing, "Y/n I'm sorry. The monster told me to do it I swear! Please come back, the bed feels cold without you :(" You reject him as a joke and oh boy! He's out at your doorstep the next day, looking all messy and clearly sleep deprived. Bachira then proceeds to give you a handmade 'Apology card' and you just can't help but embrace him right then and there. He would definitely spoil you with kisses to make up and take you out at an arcade to forget everything and have fun.

☆Rin Itoshi

You're definitely having a migraine after fighting with Rin. He's just so stubborn that he refuses to hear you out. So be it, you give up and just get back to your work. Hours pass peacefully, soon you realized that Rin had probably gone out. You pay no mind and simply get ready to get to bed. You were going to drift off when you hear the door opening followed by the bed beside you sinking in. "Are you asleep?," you hear Rin whispering in a soft voice. Ignoring him, you pretend to be asleep. Nothing happens when suddenly you feel two strong arms pulling you close to him. You were startled but still managed to play off as being asleep. "I'm sorry for what happened today y/n. I thought about it and realised that I was the one in the wrong. Shouldn't have yelled at you, I hope you forgive me" Rin whispered softly with the end barely audible. That was all you heard before drifting off in sleep in Rin's arms.

[sayoneee]

☆ HEATWAVES

it's the middle of summer and everything's so hot, but bachira decides it's his chance to sneak into your room (1k)

contains: bachira meguru x fem! reader. possibly ooc bachira (first time writing for him). no mentions of blue lock. ambiguous relationship. not proofread

kashaf’s note: this is very very very indulgent.

“MEGURU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” you asked, swiftly sitting up from your sprawled position on your bed, your phone forgotten and abandoned on your sheets as a random tiktok audio looped in the background. propping yourself up against one of the pillows tossed haphazardly across your bed, you watched with a mixture of amusement as he stepped into your room, with a care that he usually lacked, kicking off his converse in the corner and closing your window behind him with a soft click. 

the summer heat had turned your room into an inferno, and you felt as if you were in your own personal circle of hell. the stifling heat clung to your skin, heavy and suffocating, like an unwanted embrace. beads of sweat had formed on your skin, and your hair stuck to your forehead in damp tendrils, despite the air conditioning being on full blast for the past hour. 

bachira grinned, filled with a promise of cool relief, eyes lighting up as they locked on you, a man who had stumbled upon an oasis in the desert, “i missed you?” he offered, running a hand through his hair. 

you rolled your eyes, folding your arms across your chest, a  mockingly reserved posture, thinly veiling your shared enthusiasm at the sight of him, “more like you missed my ac.”

stepping closer, bachira wiped at the sweat glistening to his forehead, grin still in place, “i heard through the grapevine that your room was cold.” the reference to that one south park episode you had watched the first time you had been over at his house causes a carousel of memories—of his cold hands and shy smile in the dark of his room—to float to the forefront of your mind. 

an exasperated groan escaped your lips, accompanied by a melodramatic flop backward onto your bed, “it’s literally a sauna in here, and i can’t even open the window, only hot air will come in,” you paused, “what’s your excuse for being here?”

“decided to brave the heatwave, babe,” he winked, taking a seat on the chair positioned in front of your bed. 

“how aren’t you feeling hot right now—do you ever feel hot?” you twisted onto your side, looking at him critically as he played with the old teddy bear he had won for you set on your desk. 

“only when i’m around you, baby,” bachira grins, proud of himself for drawing out a smile from you at the cringey line. 

“you’re literally impossible,” you smiled, playing with the edges of the blanket folded at the end of your bed. 

bachira’s retort is delivered with confidence, his self-assured grin never wavering, “you love me though.”

choosing not to provide him with the satisfaction of a direct answer, you grabbed a pillow from your side and sent it sailing toward him, a playful non-answer. bachira retaliated with equal enthusiasm, and before you knew it, the two of you were immersed in an intense pillow fight. laughter bubbled forth with each pillow thrown, the tension of the stifling heat momentarily forgotten.

out of nowhere, bachira launched himself at you, his weight toppling you backward onto the mattress. his breath ghosted warmly against your ear, the proximity sending shivers down your spine, "c’mon, pretty, tell me you missed me too."

amid the laughter and mock struggles, your response tumbled out, a concession laced with mirth, "maybe a little." your resistance waned as he pinned your hands above your head, your defeated state bringing an end to the wrestling, "meguru, you're actually gonna get me in trouble."

his laughter enveloped the room, a sound almost as familiar as the call of your own name, “getting into trouble can’t be that bad.”

you met his gaze, unimpressed by his nonchalance, your tone borderline childish, “i won’t be able to see you for like ever.”

“okay, nevermind, it is that bad,” bachira conceded, smiling. his eyes lit up, a tell-tale sign of when he had another bright idea; almost on a separate plane of thought entirely, he suggested, “let’s go to the roof.’

you raised your eyebrows at him, regarding his expression skeptically, “will you be quieter on the roof—so we don’t get caught?”

ignoring your question, bachira grinned, his fingers brushing away the damp strands of hair clinging to your forehead. in a quick moment, he surged to his feet, suddenly standing up and extending his hand toward you, “c’mon, last one there has to give the winner whatever they want.”

used to bachira’s antics, a competitive spark ignited within you, and a grin tugs at your lips, “you’re so on.” wasting no time, with unyielding determination, you shoved past his outstretched hand and propelled yourself out your window. 

bachira was quick to follow, overtaking you with ease, his movements marked by a fluidity only years of soccer training could develop, giving him an edge over you. his laughter followed you, and when in one moment you were in the lead, in the next, you found yourself trying futilely to catch up to him. 

upon joining him on the rooftop, bachira immediately drew you into his side, an arm encircling your shoulder as the cool night breeze danced around you. “i won,” he declared, a triumphant grin illuminating his features endearingly. it’s hard not to smile back, not when he’s looking at you like that. you burrowed closer into his side as he decided on his prize. 

you didn’t have to wait long, however, as he suddenly leaned closer, the mischievous glint dancing in his eyes reminding you of fireflies and your shared childhood, he demanded, “i want a kiss.”

bachira closed his eyes, waiting for you to make your move, and you, gathering your courage—embarrassed at his ability to make you concede so easily—swiftly pressed your lips to his cheek in a fleeting caress, the moment disappearing as quick as it had occurred. 

he opened his eyes, grin still intact, “not what i meant, pretty, but i’ll take it.”

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[adxele]

CHERRY KISSES!

in which he tastes your new cherry lip balm.

- tags: gn!reader, slightly suggestive? idk. rin is tiny bit of rude here.

"rinnie!"

"no."

rin, who just came back from his exhausting practice, stepped out of the bathroom, he couldn't help but let out a grumble.

you were waiting for him with a big smile on your face, and he knew exactly what that meant. he perfectly did. of course you had to choose this exact moment when his hair was still wet and unkempt. he looks gorgeous! how can you not? but he didn't seem to get it.

he tried to brush it back with his hand, hoping it would at least look somewhat presentable, but to no avail.

"hey! don't do anything! it looks so hot the way it is!"

"don't care, don't wanna take a picture."

"well, i care!"

"[name] please-"

quickly making your way to his exposed body, the towel that only covers his lower body almost falls but he catched it in time. you throw an arm around his shoulder and bring your face closer to his.

he let out a groan, "[name], let me dress up atleast, you almost saw me naked."

"you will put on your clothes later! now look at the camera babe!"

he let out another sigh as he reluctantly agreed to take the picture with small mumble and silent rub on your waist.

as you adjusted the camera, he slightly nuzzled his cheek further to yours. however, he couldn't help but notice the sweet smell of cherry lip balm coming from your lips.

it was a scent that he never tasted from your lips before. he should taste it now.

without any second thoughts, he grabbed your face with speed of light and kissed you on the lips, multiple times, with no sign of stopping yet.

in that moment, he didn't care about his wet hair or the fact that he wasn't a fan of taking pictures. all he could focus on was the taste of your cherry lip balm and the feeling of your soft lips against his. everything else was blurry.

even the loud sound of your phone falling down to the carpet went through one ear to another.

"rin-"

kiss.

"i-"

kiss.

"hey-"

kiss.

"what-"

kiss.

"stoop!" you whined with small pant, pulling him away.

rin could only stare boredly on your flustered face while licking his lips.

"okay, gonna dress up now." he muttered casually and turned around as if he didn't just made you a perplexed mess.

you blinked, finally snapping out of your dazed state, "wait wait! we didn't took a picture!"

"sorry but not today [name]," he replied, hint of guilt in his voice.

"awh... then can i atleast dry your hair? pretty please?" you bat your eyelashes at him.

he nodded with small shade of strawberries on his cheeks, "sure." before shutting the door behind him.

© ADXELE 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics.

[tooki0star]

MDNI!! ♡

men whos first thing they do after attaching their mouth to your warm, welcoming cunny is looking for your hands, interlocking your fingers as they messily eat you out :( who only stop licking your folds to mumble how they 'love you so much' and how you're their 'beautiful, sweet girl' who needs and will be protected by them forever, who smile and you swear you can hear a chuckle coming from them when you reach your high right on their tongues :(

nanami, geto, yuuji, choso, izuku, todoroki, oda, chuuya, fukuzawa, isagi + your fave ♡

[saerotonins]

may the lord be with you (and with your spirit)

ft. itoshi sae x gn!reader

c/w: priest!itoshi sae, smut, implications of religion, dark content (ish?), reader has a pussy, one (1) mention of the word slut

just something i thought about on a quiet sunday

priest!itoshi sae was never one for committing sins. he was never supposed to. but sometimes, the devil's hold is stronger than he thinks.

he thinks that you're worth sinning for especially the way your lips thank him more times than you thank the lord for stuffing his cock into your aching cunt. his view so sinful that he can't help but ram into you harder. your lips puffy from making out and your moans better than the choir that sang in church, the slapping of your skin against his felt more heavenly than praying.

you're his confession of a sin that won't be able to let go.

"yeah that's it, you're such a fucking slut, yeah? offering your pussy f'me," sae pants as he lets himself get dizzy in you.

you are both aware that what you are doing is way against on what you believe, on what he is supposed to practice.

but that's how he likes his sinners.

filthy.

so his cock can cleanse their soul and paint their insides white.

my first smutty piece, i guess

[arlestial]

hello hello! i'm really fan of your work and i'ld like to know if you could make rin boyfriend headcanons please? thanks in advance! :) bisous de france and don't forget to take care of yourself <3!!

❝He looks up grinning like a devil❞

synopsis : Rin Itoshi thought he wasn’t ready for love, ever. Until he met you. And now; his heart isn’t really his anymore.

pairing : Itoshi Rin x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : none, just some fluff, some suggestive mentions - (just some kisses) but nothing really developed nor important here (kind of enemies to lovers at first, tho)

word count : 1850~ words

author-note : it’s been 8 months guys, and I’m deeply sorry for this - clearly not intentional - hiatus ! I’ve been busy with my studies and my mental health but it’s all better now <3 I’m going to answer to the few requests I have in my ask box as soon as I can. It’s longer than what I excepted 😭.. Thanks for your request, hope you like it anyway. Gros bisous à toi, et passe une super bonne journée ! (N’oublie pas de te reposer surtout)💗 take care of yourself ♡

RIN ITOSHI was an actor. Always playing the rude, cold guy. The emotionless, indifferent man who was in fact a broken little boy inside. He was a huge liar. Constantly putting a facade between him and other people. Maybe it was a shield, not to be hurt again. Maybe it was a weapon, not to be approached again. He was lonely. And he knew it very well, deep inside of his slewed heart. But wasn't solitude better than suffering? So he sticked around his old mentra. He had other things to attend to, to think of.

RIN ITOSHI despised you. No- he hated you, with all his guts. You were so annoying; always talking to his teammates, laughing with them as you brought water bottles so they could drink. Could you just do your job without talking for once ? When Ego announced you were going to replace Anri for a few weeks, because she was severely ill, he swore he was going to jump out of the window. It could’ve been anyone else - but no, Ego chose you, you out of all the qualified, useful, and actually smart people out there who wanted the job. Why ? He wasn’t the type to complain, he couldn’t care less, but just seeing you on the field made him feel a boiling anger deep in his stomach, and you felt it the first time you laid your eyes upon him.

"You got a staring problem, perhaps ?", you asked, raising an eyebrow at his staring. He looked so fucking irritating, his cold and condescending gaze fixed on you. Your tone betrayed your harsh thoughts.

"No. Just wondering why you look so boring and annoying even though I’ve never talked to you.", he answered, with a mocking tone - still, his face remained neutral, judgmental even. You scoffed.

"The feeling’s mutual."

Since that day, you two argued with each other constantly. His teammates never seemed to understand why; and Rin was too busy thinking about what comebacks he could said to your petty insults to actually explain them why you were so.. frustrating. He couldn’t understand it either. But seeing your shocked face, your scoffs and your protests, your upset behavior tainted by a sharp words just brought something new in him, something he couldn’t explain with proper words. Joy maybe ? It was fun to tease you. And it was also easy, too.

RIN ITOSHI, in all honesty, took a liking in this little game. He wouldn’t admit it, though. So, when the day came when you stopped answering his bittersweet notes and decided to ignore him, he felt strange. Weird. Why ? Wasn’t it the whole point ? Bore you until you stop to annoy him ? Why was he missing your plain, insignificant comebacks ? Your rude attitude towards him ? And now he was jealous. Jealous to see that his fellow teammates had all your attention. He wanted your attention all to himself. Because what Rin Itoshi wants, Rin Itoshi gets. And there was no way you were going to ignore him longer. He couldn’t bear it.

RIN ITOSHI decided - by his own chef - that it was enough. You were surprised, to say the least, to see Rin in front of you, completely silent, looking at you dead in the eye. You frowned, taking a step back. (Definitely not scared because he was creepy)

"Okay… I don’t think that staring is your only problem, I guess.. Can you-"

"Can you shut up, for once ? I need you for something.", he cut you before you could even finish, and you rolled your eyes. So ignoring him didn’t solve the whole thing.

"So now, you need help ?", you added, amused, "I thought you were a big boy that didn’t need the help of a "unqualified, dumb, assistant","

"I’ve changed my mind. Do you want to be the one to blame if we lose the next game ?"

You weren’t paid enough for this job. So you just sighed, accepting your defeat and your fate. Without further discussion, he dragged you to the gym. And that’s when the whole, well, quite unusual tradition took place at first.

RIN ITOSHI apologized. For his rude behavior, for his sharp words, while he was training in the gym - as you were watching his progression, of course. Every day, you were at the same hour at this exact spot in the gym, talking to Rin as he was training his already sculpted body. He was still teasing you, but this deep boiling anger in his stomach became, day by day, more.. pleasant. Until the day Isagi walked in, interrupting your little chat, and winked at him, murmuring in his ear to "make a move". That’s when he connected the dots. He had feelings for you.

Confessing his feelings was hard. Especially since Anri came back. You were supposed to leave in a few days, and Rin couldn’t help but feel the sting in his heart. Was he going to see you again ? He couldn’t let you go just like that. Not after what you’ve did to him. So the last day, after you had greeted all his teammates, you walked out the door of the Blue Lock’s building, a sigh leaving your lips. He wasn’t there. How foolish to think that maybe, your feelings were reciprocated. You walked away, until something - no, someone, grabbed your wrist. It was Rin. You turned to face him, surprised. You opened your mouth to say something-

"I like you. A lot. Fuck- No. I love you. Don’t go just yet. Please."

And how could you refuse this confession ? (You can’t anyway.)

RIN ITOSHI and you started dating after that. He was a little stiff at the beginning; the man wasn’t used to be loved nor taken care of. So you taught him. Light touches here and there; Rin was a quiet, shy, yet attentive lover. He wasn’t too fond of PDA : first, he didn’t want to include you in paparazzi issues, and second, he wasn’t completely comfortable in public in general. He would put his hand on the small of your back in a crowded street to show you the way, lock your pinkies together all the time, probably press a kiss on your hairline; but that’s all he would do in public.

"This way, love. Careful, we don’t want you to get lost, do we ?"

RIN ITOSHI, in private, is a touch-starved, self-deprived boy who needs your whole attention and affection. Please, cuddle him. Let him be the little spoon, and he would absolutely melt. He’s putty in your hands as soon as you reach for him. Lay down on the couch, with him resting on your chest, your heartbeat lulling him to sleep as you fingers play gently with his hair, softly scratching his scalp just like he likes it. If you stop, he will wake-up in no time; glaring at you with a slight pout on his lips.

"I didn’t know I asked you to stop."

"My hand hurts, Rin."

"Bold of you to assume that I care."

"Please ? Just for 5 minutes.", he added in a whisper after some seconds, practically begging for your touch. His sudden change of attitude caused you to chuckle.

RIN ITOSHI absolutely dies for your kisses. He lives for them, okay ? Your plush lips pressed against his, with you sitting on his lap as his hands traveled to the back of your thighs, holding you in place. One arm around his neck, the other hand supporting yourself by grabbing his shoulder, he swears he could spent hours just making out with you. His tongue buried down your throat, bodies grinding and pressed against each other’s as you both let your eager lips devour your love.

RIN ITOSHI who kisses your insecurities away (literally). He knows exactly what it feels like to have insecurities and to be misunderstood about them, so don’t worry (he’s definitely an overthinker too.) You’re not going to be insecure on his watch. He would reassure you all the time, taking his precious time whispering sweet nothings in your ear, hyping you up. He wants you to be the most comfortable possible around him. Communication is the main key in your relationship. He took some time to finally let down his walls, so he intends you to do the same : without any pressure, of course. You can trust him, he can trust you. You both rely on each other’s back, and you can always count on him for anything. He’s not a man of many words, but for you, he would make an effort.

"Shh, darling. Come on, look at me, please,", he gently tilted your chin up for you to look at him, "dry those tears, my love. I’ve never met someone as strong, as beautiful and as courageous as you. If only you could see yourself with my eyes.. Don’t listen to them. They’re just jealous of you. Honestly, they should be jealous of me. After all, what did I do to deserve an angel like you ?"

RIN ITOSHI was an actor. Always playing the rude, cold guy. The emotionless, indifferent man who was in fact a broken little boy inside. He was a huge liar. And perhaps you could heal the broken inner-child that still suffer in silence today. But with certainty, with you, behind closed doors, maybe- maybe, for you, he could grow into a whole different person.

"I think that.. I think that I like the person I am when I’m with you. Does it make sense ? Yeah. You bring a side of me that I don’t want to let go. I think it’s a soulmate thing, don’t you think so ?"

[yoichiris]

# ISAGI'S GIRL

pairing | isagi yoichi x f!reader part one daily life

✩ pov: you're dating pro player isagi yoichi

✩ top: carolina herrera sheer off the shoulder halter neck silk chiffon blouse ($1,590) ✩ shoes: amina muaddi camelia crystal-embellished satin slingback pumps ($1,190) ✩ ring: tiffany t1 ring in 18k white gold ($7,200) ✩ dress: retrofete justine dress ($575)

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[aesterblaster]

How Awkward Are The Blue Lock Boys In A Relationship?

Gender neutral//No Warnings

-1- Not Awkward At All

Maybe it's because you're friends beforehand or maybe it's because he's been in relationships before but he settles right in. You two just clicked from the first date and now you're connected at the hip. He doesn't care if you see him all sweaty and gross after practice or if he has a habit that kind of grosses you out. He bares it all from the get go and has a sort of charm you can't deny. PDA is a must and you swear he doesn't know the meaning of the word "cocky" with the way he peacocks and shows you off to everyone he knows. Even when he isn't the life of the party he makes sure to look out for you and assure you're having a good time wherever you two go.

Shidou, Oliver, Lavinho

-2- Not Bad, Not Bad At All

He tries to hide at least some of his more stupid habits from you. Except for the fact that he has a before game good luck ritual. And yes you do have to participate. He's the type of boyfriend to show up where you work just to surprise you with flowers. He has a sort of calming aura to him that makes you feel safe and at ease, even when you meet his parents. It's obvious to everyone around him that he loves you with all his heart and he isn't afraid to show it. You know each other inside and out within the first few months of dating because he's just that open and honest.

Bachira, Tabito, Nanase

-3- Only A Bit

Honestly didn't expect you to go on a second date with him. Between his busy life as a professional athlete and his love of egoism, he didn't expect to ever be in a relationship. But then you came along. His personality kind of saves him from being awkward, or at least percieved as such. All about communication, if he's feeling jealous or neglected he'll tell you outright. He honestly doesn't realize the absolute vice grip he holds on you or the way you stare in awe as you watch him train for his next big match. If anything, he'll make you feel awkward as you try to explain to him just exactly why you love him so much.

Sae, Snuffy, Kaiser, Chigiri

-4- Has A Healthy Dose Of Nerves

He probably waited a while to ask you out and got the final push he needed from his friends. Insanely thoughtful and compassionate, but also a bit of a dork sometimes. He is a bit more guarded about how quickly he lets you in on his innermost thoughts and probably gets nervous that you might leave him easier. Deep down he just knows how lucky he is to have a partner like you and he takes that seriously. He warms up to you quickly though and soon you find yourself getting up to all sorts of stupid antics with him. He holds your hand a lot just to feel your palm against his.

Kunigami, Chris, Naruhaya

-5- You Can't Tell

He isn't awkward in the steriotypical, blushing and easily flustered way. It's more introspective than that. He just learning how to be with you, slowly but surely. And the growing period that comes with that can feel awkward at times. You can just tell from the way he holds you and tries to get closer to you that he doesn't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do. Honestly, he'll probably be a bit more comfortable if you take the reins and tell him what you need. He'll gladly comply

Nagi, Gagumaru, Ego

-6- Bad Enough To Get Sweaty Palms

You absolutely undo him. Your laugh, your smile and praise, everything about you has his heartbeat speeding up. This man does not know how to act around you. Anyone who tries to hit on you will immediately get hit with an "Excuse me, is this guy/girl bothering you?" and a glare, but outside of that he is almost weary of announcing that you guys are together because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. His text messages are all mini paragraphs that could win prose competitions and it's equally funny and sweet.

Loki, Reo, Kuon, Kenyu

-7- Doesn't Know The Meaning Of Relaxing

Let's be honest, it's probably because you tease him. You just can't help it! He's so cute when he's struggling to come up with a response to your compliments and sly comments. At the beginning, he didn't expect it to turn into a serious thing at all, which is why he's utterly unprepared when the relationship turns more romantic. When you tell him you love him he freezes up a little bit. But every single time you start to worry your love is unappreciated he manages to gather the courage to wrap his arm around your waist and stare at you with a look of adoration that says it all.

Zantetsu, Ness, Lorenzo

-8- A Concerning Amount

He's a little bit pathetic. It kind of bothers him how nervous you make him. He's a world class athlete damn it! He's at the top of his field, anyone in their right mind would pay money just to date him for a week! And yet people are shocked when you mention you two are an item because he's so damn stiff standing next to you. When you two are in private he shows his love mostly through quality time than anything else. You can feel the way he relaxes and breathes a little bit easier when you lean up against him. It's a miracle you aren't just after his fame and money or he'd go broke just to please you.

Noa, Barou, Rin

-9- Seconds Away From A Heartattack

During your first kiss he accidentally hit your teeth against his and that just set the tone for the whole relationship. You wake up to a notification in the middle of the night that he liked one of your posts from years and years back, and then just like that it disappears. He accidentally drops the expensive gift he meant to give to you for your anniversary. He is the definition of fail cringe and yet he managed to snag you anyway and he will never stop wondering how. He somehow forgets that he's never missed a date, never failed to be respectful and nonjudgemental and overall has been the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

Sendou, Hiori, Isagi

-10- Even Anxiety Meds Can't Help Him Now

On the field he's a beast, a master of trash talking and trickshots and yet when he talks to you he finds himself lost for words. He feels his mouth go dry when you ask him anything and he finds himself mesmerized by your eyes at inappropriate times. Please initiate plans with him, please talk to him often or he'll get confused and think you hate him. The type to almost start crying if you try to play mind games with him. While on the outside it sometimes looks like you're constantly pushing him to even be social, it's impossible to deny how much he loves you when you see him searching for you in a crowded room, completely lost without you by his side.

Raichi, Kurona, Niko, Ness

[ssailormoonn]

NSFW Alphabet | Michael Kaiser

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ೃ⁀➷ A = Aftercare

Would 100% place soft kisses around your neck and your cheeks as you fall asleep against him. In the morning or when he and you wake up I feel he would run a warm bath for the two of you with special oils and soaps. Probably would turn into him gently and caringly fingering your cunt as you squirm against him and pant his name softly while you grip your hands into his arms.

ೃ⁀➷B = Body Part (his and yours)

(His) Michael's favourite body part about himself would probably be his arms because he loves wrapping them around you, especially wrapping them underneath your boobs, loves your boobs. Definitely loves his tattooed arm more than the other one, he loves seeing the hickeys on his neck over his tattoo. Loves his chest, and loves it when you trail down kisses to give him head.

(Yours) Michael's favourite body part from you is your boobs. He loves everything about your body of course but he specifically loves your tits. Loves it when you don't have a bra and he can wrap his arms around you so he can rub your perk nipples in between his rough fingers.

ೃ⁀➷C = Cum

Loves to cum on your chest. After he does he loves seeing your fucked out face and he continues to smear it everywhere while groping your breasts overstimming you in pleasure just get's him going. Loves coming in your mouth as well, loves to see your throat stretching from him and asking you to stick out your tongue to see his cum spread all over your mouth.

ೃ⁀➷D = Dirty secret

Really wants to fuck your tits. Wants you to be either laying down or on your knees as he squishes your plush tits together and pushes his thick dick through them and thrusts to get off. Loves to see that you are even getting pleasure from him fucking your tits, your head thrown back and whimpers leaving your pretty little mouth. Maybe even wearing some lingerie thigh highs to top it off would just make him so needy for you.

ೃ⁀➷E = Experience

I'm going to say he probably isn't quite experienced but definitely has fucked someone a couple of times, probably one of the older women from some of the afterparties from the soccer games, he's only like 18-19 years old, be serious rn. If it's like a 'high school' relationship he would definitely know where to make you feel good and how. He would definitely be a moaner when he gets close but during the start, he groans from the pleasure letting out small whimpers when you accidently clench around him too tight.

ೃ⁀➷F= Favourite position

I'm going to say prone bone position, lotus, or even just missionary. Loves to prop you up with a pillow underneath your lower abdomen as you lay on your stomach, holding your waist and thrusting deeply into you, loves the way you let out a whimpered scream into the bed sheets and your dainty hands gripping the comforter wishing that you would be scratching his back and arms, but he'll save that for later. Loves doing lotus, or and position when he's backed up against the headboard and your legs are either straddled around him, gripping your hands into his shoulder most likely with your head buried into his neck listening to his teases as his hands guide your hips to move causes the both of you to let out moans and whimpers. Also loves to grope your boobs, lick and squeeze them in this position. Missionary is self-explanatory, loves to see your fucked out face making his ego grow.

ೃ⁀➷ G = Goofy

Loves to make random remarks during sex but on the other hand, he is serious other than his evident teasing in his playful voice. Loves to know he can make you dumb on his cock and fingers just from his words.

ೃ⁀➷H = Hair

I'm gonna say he's more on the clean-shaven side like he trims often only because I feel like he doesn't seem like the type to not trim or shave, he seems like a clean person. I have a feeling he's probably scared of having a lot of hair down there 😭, don't ask me why., he likes to feel and be clean. His pubic hair probably isn't that noticeable anyways because it's a pale colour of blonde.

ೃ⁀➷I = Intimacy

Leaning to the romantic side although when he's rough he still is romantic in his own ways, his teasing shows how much he loves you. Loves to tease as he makes his way down your face to neck down to your cut with tongued kisses, his body towering towering over your significantly tinier body. Loves it when you have to bite down onto his shoulder and when you're on top leaving the same amount of hickies as he does.

ೃ⁀➷ J = Jack off

Definitely jacks off when you're not around and he needs you so badly. When he's on a trip for a soccer game and you aren't allowed to come he definitely masturbates more than a few times because he misses you so much

ೃ⁀➷K = Kink

Kaiser's kinks have to be overstimulation, edging, and teasing (teasing you). Overstimulating you when he's giving you oral is one of his favourite things to do with you, continuing to finger your clenching hole as you squirm to get away from him but it feels so good at the same time and the tears coming from your eyes at the pleasure makes him feel so good making him want to tease the fuck out of you. Edging you when you came home so needy and horny for Michael only for him to stop thrusting into you or slowing down just makes you whine for him making chuckles leave his mouth continues to tease you with his egotistic words and slowly moving again with slow kisses and thrust.

ೃ⁀➷L = Location

I'm going to say either the classic bedroom or even in the aftercare part when he wants to fuck you in the bath. He just loves to have you in a space where you can't squirm away from him and wants to have your body pressed tightly against his. So any place which gives him the most access to be skin-to-skin with you would be his favourite. If you're on a trip with him for a soccer game I feel like he'd purposefully make you scream and moan so loud from the pleasure that the rest of his team in the other hotel room knows that you're his.

ೃ⁀➷M = Motivation

His motivation would be seeing you without a bra. He knows that women don't wear bras when they don't have to but if can distinctively see your nipples through your shirt he would pounce onto them. Wearing anything modest but sexy dress in any shade of blue gets him in the mood as well, loves to see you wearing his colour, and if the dress makes your boobs look absolutely amazing then he will go feral.

ೃ⁀➷N = NO

Wouldn't publicly fuck you, like in an alleyway, he wouldn't do it on a train or anything very open like that. Kaiser thinks that romantic and sexual things should be for his eyes only and not for any perverts.

ೃ⁀➷O = Oral

I'm gonna say he's more leaning to the side of giving oral. He loves to edge you and overstimulate you just by using his fingers and tongue. Loves the way your thighs clamp around his head only for him to keep them apart with his hand and arms, only for him to let out moans and groans when you clamp your thighs around him sending vibrations and tingles throughout your entire body, boosting his ego yet again about how good he's making you feel.

Although he loves giving oral he doesn't mind receiving it once in a while. Having your tight throat around his thick and long cock makes him think so many things, the way your innocent eyes batter when you look up at him and the way you can't fit it all in your pretty mouth so you have to use your hands just makes him go feral. Does get rough and deepthroat you if he loses a match but makes sure to give you anything you need after.

ೃ⁀➷P = Pace

His pace really depends on his mood, if he's lost or won a big game then expect his thrusts to be rough and quick from either how excited and happy he is or how annoyed Kaiser is. But if it's talking on the regular he keeps a steady pace for your own pleasure and for his but would gladly speed up if you asked for it or vice versa.

ೃ⁀➷Q = Quickie

Isn't a big fan of them because he would rather worship every square inch of your body than just a quick fuck. If he's late or you are late and you both are needy for each other then he will gladly have sex with you no questions asked. He would rather hear your moans for longer though, he might have a recording of you two fucking for his eyes only so he can use it when he needs to.

ೃ⁀➷R = Risk

Probably would be down to make you wear a vibrator when going out to dinner or in some public space. Or even making you slip off your underwear from under when you dining out so he can slip his fingers inside your cunt which is already dripping for him.

ೃ⁀➷S = Stamina

This mf is a WHOLE soccer player and one of the best at that. Of course, he would have stamina. You two would at least go 2-6 rounds. He does worry about how far you can go so he will stop if you can't go any further, but he would love to have a long session of hearing your moans and chants of his name for hours if you could. This definitely boosts his ego

ೃ⁀➷T = Toys

Wouldn't have toys for himself but definitely for you, he wouldn't have any dildos for you because only he's allowed to give you pleasure bc he's a lil egotistic man. You're only allowed a clit vibrator and that vibrator he bought for you to wear when the two of you go on those fancy dates.

ೃ⁀➷U = Unfair

He isn't the kindest person during sex regarding when you get to cum. Overstimulates you, edges you. He finds it entertaining how you beg and beg for him for a release or for him to stop and slow down. If he's teasing you he makes sure to slowly thrust in and out of you until your are practically crying and screaming for Michael to please you how you wanna be pleased. Every time you chant his name his ego gets boosted. Loves to see you in the palms of his hands.

ೃ⁀➷V = Volume

I'm going to say he's not loud but he's not quick, doesn't matter anyways because you're probably not going to hear him with the way he's fucking you. He definitely groans and moans louder when he's getting close to his release. Groans into your pussy when he hears you moan, he just loves getting you off knowing that he's the only one to make you feel like this.

ೃ⁀➷W = Wild or Tame

Wild and tame. He fucks wild and tame at the same time, well mostly tame. But the things he says with either praising, degrading, or teasing you are wild. he fucks to the bridge of the 'tame fucking', so he's basically fucking you wild as well but he says he doesn't 💀

ೃ⁀➷X = X-ray

Kaiser is the definition of having a long and thick dick oml. Probably a solid 6-7 inches when soft and 8 inches when hard, his dick is definitely heavy along with his balls. His shaft is a shade darker than his pale skin, so still pretty pale. His tip is a darker shade of pink, not a pale pink but a deep pink as the shade of his lips. 

ೃ⁀➷Y = Yearning

Probably didn't have any sexual thoughts towards you until further into the relationship. After he has had sex with you he will definitely want o fuck you all the time for a couple of weeks because he loves how you feel. After his sex drive slightly dies down, the sex sessions go longer, which didn't really change anything. Probably fucks you around 4-7 times a week, mf wants you 24/7.

ೃ⁀➷Z = ZzZzzzzz

Falls asleep last, and makes sure that his princess is asleep and comfortable before him. Loves to have you flush against him when the two of you are falling asleep. He already has a warm wet rag that he uses to gently clean up the mess between your thighs and chest 

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[nana-mania]

“TATTOO” a battle of temptation that leads to a rough session...

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : michael kaiser

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, fluff, slight nsfw, reader is admiring his tattoo ;)

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ THE rain pouring down heavily force two lovers to find shelter. The moment Michael arrived in front of your house to escort you yet for another date, cold droplets drenched his figure unannounced. Hence, you abruptly dragged him into your house to shelter him from the downpour.

“Great, our plan is ruined...now we can't go on date.” Michael complains, his entire figure soaked wet due to the rain. You return to his side with a fresh dry towel before handing over the soft fabric to him. “Thank you, love.” he appreciated, slowly drying his hair with the towel.

“Michael, you should take a bath. I don't want you to fall sick... You've a big match coming up.” you suggest worriedly then point to the bathroom in your house. “Go ahead and clean yourself, alright? I'll prepare your change of clothes later.”

Smiling softly, Michael leans down to press a kiss on your forehead. He loves seeing how concern you are of his well-being. It makes him feel truly loved and treasured by you. “Okay. Can you make some hot cocoa while at that? It's the best beverage to enjoy during cold weather like this.”

You flick a thumb-up, agreeing with his polite demand. Michael and you part ways; him heading into the bathroom while you occupy yourself in the kitchen to fulfill his demand. Clacking sound of the tea spoon against the cup is resonating in the kitchen.

Some moments tick away, you're distracted preparing Michael's favourite hot cocoa that you forget to ready new pair of clothes for your boyfriend. He has exited the changing room after noticing there are no clothes for him. A white towel is wrapped around his waist, covering his lower region though his v-line is exposed. He goes over to the kitchen to find you humming your favourite song.

Michael snickers in amusement. “What a great day to have a private performance to myself.” His voice startles you which immediately halts your singing. “You're done already? Shoot, I forgot your clothes-” and you fall into a state of speechlessness the instant your attention shuffled to his half-naked figure. Your eyes can not stop scanning his muscular body, especially his tattoo. You have only seen the rose tattoo etched on his neck but not the complete one. Now, your eyes are feasted with the view of his alluring body and mesmerizing tattoo.

Michael's lips curled into a mischievous smirk. “If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'm gonna catch a cold for real, love.” Snapped back to your sense, you quickly looked away in embarrassment. “Pardon my rudeness. I will get some clothes for you right away-” But Michael suddenly hugs your waist. He grips your hips, rubbing your side enticingly.

“No need,” Michael whispers into your ear, “I know you prefer me shirtless, (Y/n).” Planting his palms on your stomach, your breath hitches. He peppers your neck with tempting kisses, smirking when he earns a small noise from you. “Keep doing that, (Y/n). I love the way you stare at my body... Why don't you continue admiring me, Liebling?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat before turning your body around facing Michael. Your gaze met with his ocean blue eyes, then your gaze darted to his exposed upper body. “May I?” You ask for permission. He nods and grabs your hand, guiding your palm to his chest. Your cheeks flush when you palm comes in contact with his bare chest.

Gently, your hand glide against his tattooed skin. You caressed his neck, fingers grazing the gorgeous blue rose tattoo etched on his skin. Michael tilts up his head, exhaling a sharp breath as he feels your warm touch enveloping his entire being. “God,” He sighs, “Keep going, liebling.”

Your fingers gently travel down his arm, tracing the tattoo of thorns with the tip of your finger to embed the image into your head. You soon reach to touch the back of his hand where a tattoo of crown is engraved on his skin. Taking his hand in yours, you lovingly kiss the crown tattoo as if treating him respectfully like a real emperor. He is your emperor. Michael breathes heavily, his heart thumping loudly against his ribcage.

“I love it...your tattoo I mean.”

“What about me? Don't you love me?”

Michael easily picks you up and carries you to the kitchen counter, setting you down on the counter. Blood rush up to your head as he presses himself against you. You can feel it; his excitement poking you.

“Of course I love you, Michael-” Your voice breaks into a soft moan when Michael grinds himself against you whilst his lips are busy marking your neck. Your fingers find their way in his hair as your breath hitches slightly. The tension is rising yet you aren't complaining. You completely submit your everything to Michael.

“Fuck,” Michael curses under his breathe. “I'm glad it rains.” Seductive chuckles escape his mouth as he looks into your eyes adoringly, “Liebling, ich liebe dich. Be mine tonight. I need you.”

“Yes... I'm all yours, Michael.” You cup his cheeks, smiling warmly at your boyfriend. His smile widens into a mischievous smirk, his hands dangerously sliding in to your inner thighs. “I am not sorry if you can't walk tomorrow.”

Your eyes grow wide at his words, both excitement and nervousness overwhelming your system. Certainly, you will be bound to bed the moment the sun rises next morning.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this short scenario! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[sanzu-sanzu-sanzu]

hungry hearts chapter 3 teaser / sans context

i wanted sae to quote logan roy at one point. 

most important discovery, so far: i find football scenes to be very fun to write, actually <3 there’s one in here although it’s very short.

ps. life update that nobody asked for: i’ll be in bangkok for work at the end of the week so the goal is to upload this and the next one before then! sorry for the slow upload, work has been crazy lately :”) and i mean crazy. also i have no idea about bkk so feel free to send suggestions if you like :D (like thai food i should definitely try, n stuff?)

IT IS UP :)

[lxcalmenace]

Some of your daily texts with your Bluelock Boyfriend ^^

F.t. Reo, Bachira, Rin, Isagi and Shidou

Gn!Y/n

TW: Shidou Ryusei

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I'll post a part 2 with more characters soon >w<