#bllk anri

[mobihearsall]

"Ego x Anri is so peak!!" Be so fr Ego CANNOT handle allat

On EVERYONE'S SOULS I'd treat her better

[mulleddivinity]

my softlaunch for bad anri yume art thanks guys please support my marriage

[unknownsvoid]

Helping Anri out after a stressful day at work!

Anri came back home, frustrated from work. Work had been driving her up the wall, but she couldn't speak up, she had to contain her anger otherwise it would only lead to a worse situation. She missed you — so, so, so, much. It's why as soon as the door clicked behind her and she sees you standing in front of the door, she's already dragging you into the bedroom.

Normally, Anri is very good at keeping her composure, making sure she doesn't flip out, but currently, she's on the verge of tearing herself and the world apart, You don't question anything, letting her push you into the room with little to no complaints, because poor her.

"I'm sorry, but please, I need you. I've been thinking about you all day. It's been driving me insane." Her plea only encourages you to make her feel better. Without a single word other than 'okay', you're pulling up her skirt so it bunches at her waist, she holds it up with her hand, while your fingers find the edge of her underwear, tugging the elastic to the side so her pretty pussy comes into view. Your breath hitches at the sight, her slit flushed pink and drenched with slick, and before she could open her mouth to beg again, you're burying your face between her thighs.

Anri whimpers — whimpers — when your tongue slides up her folds and finds her clit. She keeps one hand on her skirt, still holding it up for you so it doesn't get in the way, while the other finds the back of your head, pinning you against her. "Oh, baby. You're so good... right there—"

You obey automatically, dragging your tongue upwards along her clit before moving it around it in slow circles. Anri melts, the back of her head hits the wall for a quick second as she's letting out a pornographic moan, tears prickling in the corners of her eyes, because of course she's crying, she's been missing you all day, and now that she's home, you're spoiling her without her having ask or do much at all.

Your hands move from your lap to her inner thighs, holding her open so you can lick at her cunt better, savouring every sweet-tangy taste of her. Your tongue moves from her clit to push past her entrance and twist back and forth inside of her, rubbing against her sweet spot. The pad of your thumb replaces your tongue finds your clit, pushing down on it and rubbing it side to side in quick circles that have Anri crying out.

"Please, please— please I need you. I'm close, honey. I'm right there, ke-keep going," Her voice cracks halfway through the sentence. She's desperate, fingers fumbling around the edge of her skirt, her hand pushes you harder against her — making it slightly difficult to breath, but you don't complain.

Your hand and tongue swap places, your fingers pushing inside of her, curling right against her velvety walls, and into her G-spot, while your tongue finds her clit again, the tip of the muscle flicking up and down it. And, for Anri, that's all it takes before her orgasm washes over her. She barely has the chance to warn you beforehand, poor woman stumbling over her words through trembling lips in an attempt to, but it was too late, her thighs squeeze around your head while she's choking on whimpers and sobs, trying her hardest to apologise as much as possible.

You don't listen to her, not like you could hear her anyway because her thighs are pressed against the sides of your head, blocking your train of hearing, so instead, you keep up your movements until her thighs ease up and she slumps against the wall, and when she does, that's when you decide to slip your fingers out of her with a lewd squelch.

Once she relaxes, she's opening her mouth to say sorry properly, but the apology dies in her throat as you pull away from her pussy, with her arousal on/around your mouth, and your lips upwards into a toothy grin, that's when she reconsiders not apologising.

author's note: the things i would do this woman would send feminism back one thousand years btw

[rekino2114]

(blue lock request) RAHHHHH I NEED MORE ANRI AND MALE READER STORY RAHHHHHH

jkjk how about Anri with male reader who is a player in blue lock?? Like they could be developing feelings during her assisting male player and whenever the player are given time to spend their break with the family they goon a date (romantic) can be headcanon or anything you think suits this.

Anri with a bluelocker reader

A/n:with how long I've been writing for bllk i can't believe this is the first time i'm writing for anri considering she's the only actually female character....ok that's not true i can totally believe that I just think she needs more love.

Just to clarify as is said in the post reader is over 18.

The moment anri saw your incredibile skills she knew you had to join blue lock, even if she had to make an exception to some rules since you were older than most of the other players (20 just like her) But there was a real chance you could become the best striker in the world and she didn't want your talent to be wasted...plus you were so nice when you talked to her. So she convinced ego to put you in the program

And thankfully her intuition proved to be right, you were a great player and you also seemed to be a real gentleman the few times you interacted with her, she couldn't help but gain a bit of a crush on you.

And so she started slightly favoring you, nothing major, just stuff like visiting you before your matches, making sure you always got hydrated and got better food than the others. At first she tried to hide it from ego but she's pretty sure he doesn't even care

Eventually her feelings got too much to hide and so after the u-20 match caught up in the excitement of everything she confessed her feelings to you and surprisingly to her you reciprocated and so you became a couple

You went to your first time during the break ego gave you after the match and that became a regular thing, because the only time you can see each other outside of blue lock is when you have vacation time between an event and the next so you always spend that time together going on dates, except for whenever she's busy setting up the next part of the program

That small favoritism never got away and in fact it got even stronger when you started dating. She secretly hopes you're the one who will win the program and whenever you score she scream a little "yes!" Only to get really embarrassed when ego looks at her wierd

[angelic-writing67]

BEFORE THE MEETING??!

Cw/tags: 18+ nsfw, fem x fem, fingering, office sex, risky sex, cum eating, it’s lokey buns (I think that’s it????)

Wc: 1k

Does she not get what she does to you? Ready for the meeting, the way she commands a whole room of men. The way she’s organizing her papers right now in preparation? Ughhhh.

Coming up behind her, hugging as your hands traveled up her stomach. Ugh, she smells heavenly. Your chin resting on her shoulder. She can feel your pout from here. She knows what you want as soon as your hands traveled higher towards her chest.

Smiling she turns her head towards you.

“You can’t wait, love?”

“Do I have to…?” You know damn well you don’t. As much as she’d love making you wait, she won’t. Nice thing to day dream about though.

“Do you “have to” what?”

Fully turning around now with a little room between you. Her smile now shifted to an expectant one while waiting for your reply.

In response, quickly correcting yourself. You forgot how commanding she could be.

“….Do I have to wait, ma’am?” Asking while looking up at her all doe eyed, fluttering your lashes, standing with your arms clasped in front of you. Pushing your tits closer together. You smirk in satisfaction as you see her eyes flicker down then back up to your eyes.

“I guess not. Not when you ask so sweetly.”

Quickly closing the distance, Anri reaches for the side of your jaw. Bring your face closer to hers . Free hand going through your hair once before resting at your nape and pulling you all the way till your lips connect. Easily giving her tongue access, you can feel her smile through the make out at that. Feeling her hand now grasp at your throat gently, making you moan into the kiss.

The make out didn’t last too long, she’s already pushing you up on the long meeting table, pushing the chair at the end of it out of her way. Hiking up your skirt for access. A few more pecks to your lips and she’s letting go.

“You’re already so soaked…” Anri says looking down at- well, your drenched panties while already taking them off of you and placing them on the table. The cold air of the room sudden on your cunt making your breath hitch. Pushing you by your shoulder gently on to the table. Your knees are bent off the table, she’s standing between them, helping keeping them open.

“I’ll be quick, okay? The meeting starts soon.” Letting you know in a warm way while already circling your clit with her thumb. Just as your hips buck up she pushes them back down.

Your whimpers don’t seem to help her already growing arousal, rubbing her thighs together.

“Yes, Ma’am…” moving on once she has confirmation from you.

Anri doesn’t have time to prepare you with just one. She told you she’d be fast, but you’re gasping anyway when her pointer and middle enter you fully.

“M-Mh!! Haa…Ri!!!…”

“You’re doing great, sweetheart, just a little quieter for me, yeah?” Already leaning over you to silence you with kissing when she speeds up a bit.

Once she feels like you've calmed down enough to not be so loud, she moved south, kissing your neck. Fingers pushing in and out repeated motions, her thumb deliciously rubbing your clit. Free hand intertwined with one of yours as she stopped.

Pulling her fingers out to where only finger tips were still in you, seeing your reaction. Whining and pouting for them to be filling you again.

“….Look at you, s’desperate, s’needy….” Anri can be so cruel sometimes. But you don’t have the chance to complain or see why she’s teasing you before she slammed back into you, this time with a third finger.

“Aww…” she cooed at you, utterly amused with your reaction. Started back rubbing your clit again, this time with the heel of her hand harsh against it but not any less pleasant. Intoxicated with the feeling, brain going numb doing nothing but gripping the fuck out of the table and moaning.

Anri grabbed your panties off the table and pushed them in your mouth to keep you quiet. Tasting your own arousal on them but drowning in too much pleasure to care.

Anri knows that you two are crunching on time here, glimpse of the meeting door reminds her of that.

“It can’t be helped…”

Forcing a shaky sigh before speeding up a bit more. Finger tips hitting your g-spot so good you’re seeing stars. Her nipples are so hard watching you, breath hitching at every micro expression you make. Eventually the hot feeling it your tummy becomes overwhelming, you both know your boarding on an orgasm.

“Doing S’good. Finish for me, darling.”

And you do, biting down on the panties in your mouth, head already thrown back and shutting your eyes as hard as you came.

——

It took you a minute to come down from your high. Anri already moving. Keeping her fingers plugged into you for the moment, making your hips buck down on them seeking more yet overwhelmed by them still being there. Taking the panties from you and pushing them in her blouses breast pocket. Before finally pulling down your skirt and taking them out, licking up any fluids remaining on her fingers.

Hearing a knock at the door, fear makes you stand up fast. Adrenaline pumping through you as she hastily fix your appearance. I don’t know if this is picture perfectly office attire when you’re redoing the buttons on your  collared shirt from when you undid them for Anri to see your cleavage, pulling up your collar to hide Anri's lipstick on your neck.

  Standing adjacent to Anri’s chair like a good little assistant…While your legs are still shaking from the pleasure that was going through them and desperately pressing your thighs together trying to not let your still dripping down cum leak too much.

As the men fill the meeting room, one of them notices you’re slightly still shaken up from something.

“Are you alright, Miss L/n?”

“P-Perfect, Sir….”

[kohimeartz]

Happy birthday to Anri!! Without you, Blue Lock wouldn't come to be!! Enjoy the performance done by the players!!!

[fumiscripts]

🃁 A GOD ON THE FIELD

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Prodigy. Genius. Talented. You've been called it all.

Ever since starting to play soccer, you quickly grew your skills at an impressive rate. That one kid everybody wanted to be on the same team as whenever you have a friendly match to pass time, that one student your coach likes to boast about. With your genius, you quickly became a known, young player within your region. Barely losing. And you were even more famous during your middle school years.

“Great work, [Last Name]!”

“If it weren't for you, our team wouldn't be playing in the finals.”

“You're exceptional. An absolute beast at this!”

Praise. Acknowledgement. Attention. You wanted it all, and you got it. Offers poured in, and you rejected them all with nothing more than a smile before disappearing.

Still, you'll find a way to take the main role, to remain in the spotlight. Afterall, nobody can play the part of the lead as well as you do.

A long whistle blew, loud and clear through the indoor field, signalling that it was half-time. You could see the opposite team already looking defeated, slowly losing their fight. To be expected, considering they're falling behind by six goals already.

The look of someone knowing they have no chance of winning is something you've seen multiple times before. The heavy atmosphere followed you, haunting each and every one of your opponents. Your shadow loomed over them, and you paid no mind to team Y’s burning stares onto your retreating back, making your way to the locker rooms.

It was clear in their eyes that they couldn't hope to defeat a beast such as you. A monarch wearing the number ten. A god on the field. Knowing that they feared and envied you just stroked your ego, of course. They could either want to be you or want to kill you, and you'll still feed off their engrossment.

“You look like you didn't even break a sweat!” heavy hands patted— or rather, slapped— you on the back. Shidou grinned, hooking his arm around your neck and pulling you in from the side. “Scorring a hat trick is that easy for you, eh?”

You shoot a simple smile, shrugging it off like it was no big deal, because it really wasn't. “Nothing new,” you remarked, entering your team's room.

The half-time was nothing exceptional, just the standard fifteen minutes to rehydrate and talk strategy. The onslaught of compliments coming from the more appreciative side of your team just had you even more smug. Of course, you didn't expect everyone to come singing your praises. A good handful was hoping to be the top scorer, and saw you as a threat more than a ticket to breeze by the first selection.

They made sense. And you knew you still had their attention— though it might be more hostile— so you didn't care. You drank from the facility-given water bottle, taking adequate care of your hydration. The small details of the Blue Lock logo on it amused you. What, are they planning to make merch?

Idle chatter took over the quarters, and you really didn't bother to join in. In fact, you've never bothered to get along with group talks in the past. You just swooped in, claimed victory, basked in the camera flashes and worship, then walked off to be by yourself.

You did find yourself talking to someone though, which was the slightest bit of progress. The blond beside you could entertain far better than whatever tactic they tried to suggest. “The way you squeezed through their defense was hella erotic,” whatever that meant. You just nodded along. Perhaps he just ate cement when he was a kid, and that's why he's going on about egg cells and explosions.

They changed their strategy, you thought. Discarding the idea of their once scattered and unorganized defense, they were now putting up the players with the highest stamina to mark you. A last effort to pull through and get at least a few more goals to tie.

“You two are really clingy, you know,” the words rolled off your tongue, bold and sassy. The two of them just kept their eyes keen on you, focused on limiting your movements and making sure you never have the chance to get the ball. If you can't have it, you can't score. It's a simple trick, one you've powered through multiple times from how often people tried to use it on you. Easy to get through with the difference of your skills, but still annoying.

The football was being passed down the midfield by your teammates, gradually moving to the opponent's half. “[Last Name]!” some NPC with the number eight called, hoping to pass to you. You gave a slight glance while trying to shake off the pair on your tail, and he could tell you're not in the position to receive it yet.

Seeing you being marked since the start of the half, Shidou had already been moving to step in. “Yo, shitty bangs!” he called, making the poor guy who was holding onto the ball do a double take. He was running down the other side of the field, near the touchline. Despite the insultive nickname, he still passed to him, Shidou receiving it a second later. He dribbled closer to the penalty box, unavoidably catching the attention of defenders.

Just a few steps away from his ideal zone, he still tried. He reeled his leg back, and when the player moved to try and block that direction, he snapped it to the other side, getting past him. A feint. A shot.

The ball flew by, hitting the back of the net. Your team cheered, and Shidou yelled some creative obscenities that should've earned him a yellow card, followed by: “Did you see that [Last Name]?!” A small twitch up came from your lips, seeing the counter go up to seven. It's 7-1. Even a toddler would be able to tell who's clearly winning.

And the two scorers didn't even look like they were having a difficult time.

“Second match for wing five goes to team V!”

In the end, you claimed victory. Ten points in total— three from Shidou, seven from you— setting a vast difference in skill between team V and Y. Or more like a vast difference in skill between everyone else and you.

Everyone was at the team bedroom, holding a ‘late-night celebratory banquet’ for winning that match. You stayed for a few minutes just to hear their compliments, before dipping when it got to the part where everyone was just chowing down their food. You decided to go to the wing’s cafeteria, planning to use the points you earned today to get your phone back.

The moment you got in the large room, it was empty. Unsurprising, since it was already after dinner. You just stepped in front of one of the screens, the one displaying the rewards for the amount of goals earned. No hesitation, you were going to get your phone back. Once you figure out how to work this thing, though. You stare at the monitor, as if it was a historical artifact and you were an expert trying to figure out what it was used for. It must be a touchscreen, right? Can't be anything other than that.

Tapping on the panel, it dinged, scanning the pentagon on your shoulder, before flashing your player icon. You just stood there, blinking, waiting for it to finish with its little effects before the slab on the wall opened up, showing your phone inside. You could hardly be surprised with the technology in the building anymore.

Opening your device, you were met with a shit ton of notifications, messages from family, club members, your team's coach, admirers, all alongside some updates on social media.

Wow, you had a lot of things to catch up on. Sitting down, you went on a replying spree— to those you seemed worthy of receiving an update from you, only— the camera in the room catching sight of you. Ego watched the multiple facilities through the computer screens, though he had his eyes on you. Blue light illuminated the darkness in his office, bouncing off his glasses.

“[Last Name] has an impressive record. Out of every official match they've played on, they have only lost twice,” Anri suddenly remarked from behind him, holding a file. “It’s a wonder how they haven't gotten scouted yet, or at least got recognized outside of the local news. They used to be more popular during their middle school days, but started laying lower after.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, spinning a pen around his finger for the sake of having something to fidget with. “I told them not to accept any foreign offers and to not display their full talent just yet,” he replied, to which Anri tilted her head.

“I’m surprised they followed, considering their personality,” she said. “And why? With a bit more effort, they could get recognition at the same level as Itoshi Sae. [Last Name] has the capabilities to singlehandedly turn around Japanese soccer at an international debut.”

“They’re my disciple, of course they'd listen,” Ego tsked, and she felt mild irritation at his behavior when all she asked was a simple question. Also, she really can't believe a guy like Ego Jinpachi would personally take in an apprentice. “The climax of [Name]’s story hasn't come along yet. But once it does, Blue Lock will be their setting stage.”

Anri furrowed her brows at that, but decided that it isn't worth arguing with someone as stubborn as him. She sighed, setting down the folder, your name bolded with a headshot profile of you next to it. Ego’s gaze turned towards the papers, and he leaned back, his signature, wide grin taking place on his face.

“When the spotlight turns on, [Last Name] [Name] will show the world how they're a god on the field.”

holy glaze what. tbh I'm hyping mc up so much I'm scared to write them in their peak bc what if I fail to display so and then they start to look like a fraud... heisjajakhdjausu

mc is secretly a loser under allat imagine not talkjng to people bro... couldn't be me

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[bkblaise]

Happy birthday to the queen