Hey so.. I know it's been awhile..
I keep coming back and disappearing I'm so sorry💔
Ill continue my smaus I promise. That one gen smau request. I haven't forgotten.
Also I should do blue lock smaus too😛😛😛 #pleasegivemeideas 😛😛😛
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Hey so.. I know it's been awhile..
I keep coming back and disappearing I'm so sorry💔
Ill continue my smaus I promise. That one gen smau request. I haven't forgotten.
Also I should do blue lock smaus too😛😛😛 #pleasegivemeideas 😛😛😛
Quick little poll!!!
Context: Kunigiri and Nagireo week are very close together this year! Nagireo week coming after Kunigiri week.
If I do kunigiri week, I risk getting too burnt out for nagireo week...... so do I do it? I'll put the prompts for both weeks down below.
do I participate in kunigiri week? (Aug 1-7)
do it!
don't do it!
can you do itoshi sister who was ignored by both her brothers after the u-20 japan vs bllk match then isagi comfort her
Sure!
Itoshi Sister x Isagi
You always thought you understood your brothers. Sae chased soccer and Rin chased Sae. Somewhere between those two things you disappeared completely.
The U20 match was over. Everyone was celebrating except the things were different at itoshi household.
You stared at your phone for what felt like the hundredth time.
Sae – Last message sent 7:42 PM.
Read.
No reply.
Another message.
"Are you okay?"
Read.
Nothing.
Meanwhile Rin at home has isolated himself in his room. Ever since the match ended, it felt like he'd built another wall. He'd lost. Not the match but his chance to beat Sae. You knew how much that meant to him.
The apartment was painfully quiet. Usually he would be drinking water in the kitchen after training or silently eating whatever you made. Sometimes he'd complain.
"It's cold."
"It's too salty."
Yet he'd always finish the plate, but now he wouldn't even look at you. By evening you couldn't take it anymore, everything felt so quiet that you decided to go out for a walk. You kept replaying the match. Rin's face after the final whistle. The way Sae walked away. The way neither of them had looked for you afterward.
"...You?"
Blue eyes widened in surprise.
"Yoichi?"
He slowed to a stop.
"I thought it was you."
You forced a smile.
"...Hi."
He studied your face for only a second before his expression softened.
"...Want to walk together?"
Neither of you spoke at first however the silence was not awkward as it was home.
Eventually Isagi spoke.
"…You're worried about them."
"...is it that obvious?"
"A little."
"...Sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
You looked down.
"I feel like I'm making this about me. I should just let them be...but they won't even look at me anymore."
Isagi stopped walking. You did too.
"I know Rin. He pushes everything away even things he actually cares about."
"...You really think he still cares?"
"Of course, he does. If he see me here with his dear little sister he will kill me right here.
A tiny laugh escaped him.
"Honestly, I don't think he knows how to deal with emotions in general."
Despite yourself you smiled.
He reached for your hand very carefully, like he was asking permission. When you didn't pull away his fingers intertwined with yours.
"If they won't talk yet I can listen."
Something in your chest finally gave out. You'd spent all day pretending you were okay. Pretending you understood. The first tear slipped out before you could stop it you barely had time to wipe it away before Isagi opened his arms. Waiting like it was your choice.
You stepped forward. The moment your forehead rested against his shoulder everything came out. His arms wrapped around you carefully. One hand rested between your shoulder blades the other stroked your hair.
You tightened your grip on his shirt.
"What about Sae?"
Isagi smiled sadly.
"He's harder to understand."
"But..."
He looked down at you.
"I don't think either of your brothers realizes how lucky they are."
Your face warmed.
"...Don't say things like that."
"Why?"
"You'll make me cry again."
He laughed softly.
"Then I'll just have to keep comforting you."
For the first time that day your smile reached your eyes.
"...You're unfairly nice."
The two of you continued walking side by side. This time your hands never separated.
When a cool breeze made you shiver, he slipped his jacket over your shoulders without saying a word.
At one point, you looked at him and quietly thanked him.
Instead of answering, Isagi leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
When he pulled back, his cheeks were red.
"I just..."
"...wanted you to know you're not alone."
Magic spell of love friendship and kindness!!!!
Or who could believe that Ness was the best brat tamer?
word count: 1,1k
tags: fem! reader, p in v sex, Ness's dom (and I will die on that hill), brat taming, a bit of degradation, teasing, sex in front of a camera, Kaiser mentioned
Dear Kaiser,
I am writinh to sincerwly apologkze for my...
“You made three mistakes in the first sentence,” Ness hissed in your ear, sharp whisper of moist lips scorched your ear, put your whole body in flames. “Are you that stupid you don’t know how to write an email? Or just not motivated?”
Sounds of the keyboard clicking lost its usual hurried tempo upon your trembling hands hovering over the keys, occasionally hitting the buttons as if you were typing for the first time. Each clank faded in your heavy stuttering sighs, sighs and whimpers you couldn’t hold when your pussy painfully clenched around nothing.
“P-please, I c-can't...” you mustered up the last bits of consciousness for a pathetic mumble, shamelessly bent over the hard wooden desk, figure clad in only underwear and some top Ness didn’t bother to take off: he had only pulled your soaking panties to the side to slide his cock against your puffy folds. A little distraction added up.
“Oh, you can, you were so cocky and capable when you were bratting out like that,” he fondled with the plush of your hips, keeping you in place, not giving you a mercy to move an inch or let you grind on his shaft, covered in precum and your slick––how could someone so sweet looking be so cruel?!
As much as others, you considered him Michael’s lapdog: barking and biting for his friend you barely held any respect. As expected, your own ego couldn’t ignore this behaviour! Clash after clash, Alexis’s patience was wearing thin; no more backhanded comments, no more attempts to include himself in the arguments.
The day when he directly walked over to you, invaded your personal space, leaned so close to spit the last warning in your face in that hushed tone, only reinforced by this mysterious and dizzyingly sweet cologne. You finally tasted the fruits of your labour.
“F-fuck,” you breathed out, bucking your hips involuntarily in meek attempts, while trembling cursor navigated to autocorrect the underlined words, sensitive clit subtly grazing the mushroom tip, and it drove you insane
“Language,” his grip on your hips tightened, restraining you from pleasure, as his focus diverted to the bright screen again. “You forgot the comma before the and.”
Who cares about these commas anyway?!
You pathetically shuddered under him, first whines and sniffles spilt out of your mouth like nothing, and it didn’t shake his resolve––only stiffened the dick between your foldsand heaved the breathing in your ear.
He liked that till the last click, didn’t he?
Till the click on the “send” button, when he put his hand over yours, which rested on the mouse, lead it to the certain app you didn’t comprehend behind the blurred edges of your vision; though, what you did understand was your faces on the screen, dimly lit by the bright monitor, and the recording light flicking in the corner.
“You’re desperate like that, aren't you?” Alexis tilted your head for a better camera angle, making sure you could see the glassy eyes, the mussed hair, the pathetic face expression, and the way you nodded so eagerly. “Say you’re sorry.”
“I-I’m sorry, sorry, sorry!”
Suddenly, your leg was placed on the desk, the knee hit the wooden surface, so it made you naturally spread for him. More access, more touch you were so depraved of. The hand from your face crept under your torso, arm wrapped around your waist yanked you up and tore your upper body from the table.
Now the whole view of the camera was your soaked panties, an outline of his tip behind the flimsy wet fabric that rested right on your clit, snuggly pressed and nested against the bullied bundle of nerves, and veiny hands on your body occasionally diving under the fabric, playing with a hem in torturous teasing.
“Look how desperate,” muted sound of the recording, panties tugged to the side to present the leaking pussy. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
He was entranced by the sight, the way your slick glistened in the dim light on the screen and how your folds and the pretty button––much more enticing than the “send” one, Ness secretly admitted to himself––got puffier under it. It should burn to feel that hot, shouldn’t it?
His cock moved, finally, positioned at your inviting entrance; while his knuckles grazed your pussy. Gentle caress that made you shudder, along with the way his tip pressed against your hole and pulled away.
“Y-yess, Lexis, please,” you whimpered, nails dug in his tensed arms, as his other hand fondled with a hardened nipple under your top.
“Why do you think you deserve it?”
Not much of an answer could you dumbed out brain come up with...
“Nothing to say, huh?” Alexis repeated his torturous teasing, push and pull. “Or you finally understood that you were wrong?”
“Y-yes”
He smirked, pressing his tip against the entrance again.
“Being humble suits you so well.”
And he slid in, tugging at the underwear to put on a magic show in front of the camera, making you moan at the delicious stretch. The way your slick gummy walls enveloped and clenched around him, as it knocked you off breath.
“See? Having good manners isn’t so difficult,” Ness started to move, making you melt in his body with each thrust, each hit on that certain spot. “Better see you that compliant in front of Kaiser tomorrow, okay?”
“O-okay,” you answered with unfamiliar obedience––that dick wrecked you, for sure.
And it took not so long until your wobbly legs started shaking, your knee accidentally hit the desk again, and you felt something inside was about to break, and it wasn’t only your mind.
Panting like a dog in heat, you threw your head on his shoulder, biting your lip; and through that dazed gaze you could make out his features.
“Already close? What a needy girl,” He didn’t even need any answer to pull your writhing figure closer, rub on your neglected clit. And he couldn’t help but chuckle when you blurted out “thank you” mid blabbering. Looking so proud and content at his work––you coming undone and mewling in his arms––as if there wasn’t any animosity in the first place.
With a final thrust he buried himself to the hilt, shooting hot ropes of cum until your pussy was dripping, grunting and fluttering his lashes, while you went limp against him.
“You’re actually so cute when you behave,” he pressed a peck on your temple before turning off the recording, sincere smile crept up his cheeks.
That magic wand put some crazy spells on you.
AAAURGHUGH I LOVE THAT GUY
Yo Que Dependo de Tí
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias x Reader - Masterlist
Your adopted son has always been the clingy type, though maybe it isn't out of innocent affection but something else that has been festering since the very start - a series of miscellaneous moments with your son, Bunny
Note: Pseudocest, so much pseudocest
Y Si Me Quedas Tú
Your son's a good kid, he's just worried about the intentions of others, you never know what other people might be thinking!
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Despite all your years in Barcelona, you've yet to pick up Catalan. After a long week at work and a particularly exhilarating match, your son wakes up awfully intent on showing off his clear mastery over the language.
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De Los Caprichos de Tu Corazón
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias x Reader
Despite all your years in Barcelona, you've yet to pick up Catalan. After a long week at work and a particularly exhilarating match, your son wakes up awfully intent on showing off his clear mastery over the language.
Note: implied noncon, implied somnophilia, pseudocest, Bunny calls reader mama, Bunny speaks catalan
Masterlist
//had a crazy realistic dream with godwin from the u20 nigerian team while writing this, woke up feeling like i lost my wife
Thin panes of sunlight filter through the lacy curtains of your bedroom, your nextdoor neighbour is drying their clothes— yelling at their husband to bring over the basket, and the gentle scent of dried lemons waft through your home.
˚₊‧꒰ა MAY THE GOALS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR
summary . . ৎ → in which BLUE LOCK PLAYERS are pulled into another kahoot game but with a twist! a few unexpected football prodigies from germany, france, and ... spain join the lobby!
જ⁀➴ content: kahoot au :: crackfic :: profanity :: no footballs were kicked during the making of this fic :: everyone is yelling
Guys WIP but im writinggg- TRUST╰(*°▽°*)╯
Also who wants to be added in the taglist (comment pls❤️)