#isagi x reader

[sevarchive]

pregnancy cravings ft. isagi yoichi ♡

you nudged his side at 2:42 am.

“yoichi,” you whispered. “yoichi, wake up.”

he didn’t move, face buried in the pillow, and lets out a groggy, incoherent groan.

“YOICHI ISAGI.”

he sat up in bed with one eye open and the other fighting for its life. “mmnrgh—huh?” he jolted up with a snort, hair a wild mess and eyes darting. “what? what’s wrong?? is it the baby?? is your water breaking?? i knew i shouldn’t have slept—”

“i’m having a crisis,” you said solemnly, cradling your baby bump like a sacred artifact. “i need takis. like, now. but also with, hear me out: sour cream. and lime. and those melty cheese slices. oh! and crushed oreos on top.”

he blinked. “OH! okay let me be clear, so the baby wants takis...with sour cream. and lime. and cheese. and oreos.”

you nodded solemnly. “and chamoy! like, a lot of chamoy.”

isagi dragged a hand down his face and flopped back into bed. “please tell me you’re joking. please tell me this isn’t real.”

you grabbed his arm dramatically. “yoichi. if i don’t get this, i will cry. and if i cry, the baby will cry. and if the baby cries, it’ll emotionally damage them for life. are you willing to risk that?”

he let out the longest sigh known to mankind, already rolling out of bed with the elegance of a dead seal. “i literally play in front of 80,000 people and this is what scares me.”

just as he reached for his keys, you sat up straighter, eyes wide and serious.

“yoichi,” you said dramatically. “HAVE YOU EVER BROUGHT FOOD WITH YOUR LIFE ON THE LINE?”

he paused mid-step and turned slowly, staring at you.

"have you ever played soccer with your life on the line?" rin’s voice echoed in his head, dramatic, cold, terrifying.

you stared at him. “yoichi?”

he shook his head slowly, snapping out of it. “no, sorry. i just had a minor football-induced trauma episode! i’m good.”

minutes later before heading out, he paused by the door, one hand on the knob, the other pointing at you in tired betrayal. “if i have to fight someone for the last bag of takis, i’m naming the baby ‘nacho.’”

you beamed. “nacho isagi has a nice ring to it.”

he shook his head fondly and opened the door. “god help me, i love you both too much.”

and just like that, he disappeared into the night, your very tired, very confused, and very loving husband on a heroic snack quest.

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[kaisengel]

꒰♡꒱ blue lock boys and their kinks! blue lock boys x f!reader, 18+

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

all characters are aged up, nsfw under cut

˖ isagi yoichi — praise kink

"a-ahh y-yoichi!" you gasped as his cock slides right into your soaking cunt. loud slaps of your ass against his thighs echoed across the room, your tits bounced up and down, as you rode him. he sweeps your hair to the side gently, wiping the sweat off your forehead. you grip onto his shoulder tightly, panting with every thrust. his cock was so deep into your cunt, hitting your cervix each time you went down, and making you moan his name. "mm- yoichi.. y'feel so goodghn" you babbled, gripping onto his shoulders. his hands guided your hips as you fucked yourself on his cock. he brought one hand down to your pussy, rubbing circles around your clit. "hnng.. s'too much..! i can't-" you whimpered, feeling your thighs trembling and getting weak. "you're doing such a good job, y/n, keep going f'me" isagi coos, kissing your neck and collarbones. you continue riding him, grinding your hips down with every thrust, chasing your high desperately. "mhm.. good girl" he praises, rubbing the small of your back. your walls clenched tightly around him, as your whines get louder. "yea that's it.. cum f'me baby" he says sweetly. you moaned his name as your orgasm ripped through you, juices soaking his cock. as you came down from your high, you collapsed into his arms, catching your breath. "good girl.. you did so good" he whispers, giving you a sloppy kiss.

˖ nagi seishiro — size kink

you threw your head back into the soft sheets, whimpering as nagi tried to fit his thick cock into your pussy. he gave your pussy a few lazy strokes, before pressing his tip against your entrance. "hhng.. s-sei! s'too big!!" you whined, feeling him push his tip into you. you were soaking wet, slick drooling all over the sheet, but nagi's huge dick still couldn't slide into you with ease. "shit.. you're so tight, y/n.. i'm not even all the way in" nagi groans, trying to bully his cock into your tiny hole. your pussy clenched around his tip, coating it with slick. the sight of his cock squeezed half way into your pussy really turned him on. he gripped your waist, holding you still while he tried to push his cock in deeper. his huge hands could almost wrap around your waist. "fuck, you're so small.." he curses under his breath. you almost screamed when he finally inserted his cock all the way, your walls were so stretched and full. his cock brushed against your cervix and rubbed against your tight walls. he could see his own cock bulge out through the your skin, over your womb. he brought your hand into the bulge, letting you feel his cock sliding in and out he pounds into your pussy. "hah.. you feel that?" he asks, as he cups your cheek with one hand. you cried out, his cock was splitting you in half, but hitting all your sweet spots and making you feel so good.

˖ michael kaiser — dacryphilia, begging

"michahh- pleasehhng.. don't stop! ahh-" you babbled, your pussy was throbbing and aching from the as kaiser pumped his fingers into your cunt, hitting all your sweet spots. he smirks, pulling his fingers out once again. he edged you for the third time, your legs were trembling and you choked on your moans. fat tears brimmed at your eyes, rolling down your face as you begged him. kaiser looked down at you, grinning cockily as he stroked your face. your glossy, messed up face always did something to him. he pulled his finger out of your sopping puffy cunt as he bent down, leaning his face closer to yours. "you're so pretty when you cry, liebling.." he coos, tongue taking a lap at your tears. he strokes your hair, curling his fingers into your cunt again. "you wanna cum so bad hm?" he asks, thrusting his fingers painfully slow. you could barely speak, tears falling as you nod your head desperately. he looked into your watery pleading eyes with a dark grin on his face. "yea? tell me how much you want it, schatz. beg me." he says coldly. "p-please michahh- need to cum p-please.. need youhhng" you babbled, fat tears rolling down your face, mind in a mess. he thrusted his fingers in your pussy, rubbing his thumb against your clit. you looked so beautiful under him, spread out, shaking uncontrollably. your desperate cries and begs were breathtaking, his cock was aching against his pants. "you're such a mess for me, schatz." he chuckles, unzipping his pants.

˖ rin itoshi — hair pulling

"nghh r-rin!!" you gasped as rin thrusted into your tight hole. your face was smushed into the pillow, ass up, as he pounded deep into your cunt. his hands were gripping your hips so tightly it might bruise. he grunts, his balls slapped your ass, cock hitting your cervix. your eyes were rolled back, mouth was drooling, as you were getting fucked dumb on his cock. your cunt clenched around him, sucking him deeper and deeper. he was so rough, you felt pain and pleasure shooting through your walls. "r-rin.. too rough-!" you moaned, your whole body trembled. "you can take it, y/n. you always do." he says, slamming into you again. the whole bed shook, the headboard banged loudly against the wall. your head sank deep into the pillow, as you felt your arms and legs getting weaker. rin bunched your hair together, yanking it firmly, lifting your head up. "a-ahh- rin!" you screamed, the sharp sensation sent a wave of pain and pleasure over you. he smirked, gripping on to your hair firmly. his cock twitched inside you as he fucked you harder, pace getting messier. "fuck.. you're squeezing me so tight.." he hissed. "m'gonna cumhh.." you babbled. the grip on your hair tightens as he speeds up his thrusts, deeper and faster. "cum f'me, y/n, i want to see you become a mess on my cock" he mutters into your ear, yanking your hair back even harder.

˖ sae itoshi — spanking

"o-one" you whimper softly. sae had you bent over his lap, making you count as he spanked your ass. the slap echoed through the room. he watched as your ass turned bright red, forming a red patch on the skin when he gave it a second slap. you continue counting. your ass jiggled slightly with every ass, stinging with pain with every slap. you were being a brat the whole day, arguing and throwing tantrums over petty things, pushing your limits. now, he's got you on his lap, ass getting spanked. his eyes were glued onto your butt, admiring the redness forming his handprint. he rubbed circles around your ass gently, before giving it another spank. your ass felt numb by the fifth slap. "do you know why you're getting spanked, love?" he asked, voice cold. "w-was a bad girl today.. m'sorry sae" you stuttered, looking at him with glossy eyes. "mhm.. will you behave like that again?" he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. his tone was chilling, you shook your head. "say it out, use your words darling." he says, resting a hand on your ass. "n-no, i won't do it again.." you repeated. "good." he whispers calmly, before lifting you up and getting you on your knees. he unzips his pants, holding his hard cock over your face. you stick your tongue out as he presses his cock into your mouth, balls slamming your face as he fucks your throat.

lmk if i should make a part 2! (you can request a character + kink if uw too <3)

[kaalwanan]

💿 — juna

he knows you. (feat. m.kaiser, y.isagi, r.itoshi, s.itoshi, and s.nagi.)

michael kaiser knows you typically get hungry sometime after he orders food for delivery, so whenever you pass up food, he still orders a little extra for you.

"schatz, do you want some food? i'm ordering right now," he asks, tilting his head slightly to look at you, who's sprawled out on the other side of the sofa.

you hum softly, shaking your head. "not hungry."

he huffs in amusement, simply nodding in acknowledgment of your response.

placing his order online, he adds on an extra order of your favorite dish and drink. he knows you'll end up having it— if not tonight, tomorrow afternoon.

when the food arrives, he grabs the takeout bag, thanking the delivery driver.

coming back into the living room, michael can see the way your eyes lock onto the plastic bag, which is stamped with the words "THANK YOU" about 7 times down the side of it. he can barely hold back the smug look on his face. did he know you, or what?

"you hungry now?" he inquires, laughing softly.

you stare at the bag for a moment longer, lips pressed into a line before you mutter, "...a little."

"i ordered you food, don't worry."

you can't stop yourself from smiling at his response. "did you really??"

he sighs slightly, his expression a little softer as he meets your gaze. "yeah, come here. eat with me."

yoichi isagi loves taking you on movie dates. it doesn't matter to him whether it's at home or in a theater— he just loves watching your animated reactions. they're his favorite part. 

after a while, he had started noting what certain expressions meant, using that to gauge whether you liked the film or not. 

...and maybe checking your letterboxd from time to time. but you didn't have to know that.

after months of movie dates, he had a clear picture of your favorite genres. it always came as a surprise to you when he would recommend watching a movie you had just added to your watchlist, but he was just that in tune with the media you enjoyed.

"hey, do you wanna watch the devil wears prada next week?" yoichi suggests with a smile, seemingly proud of himself for finding a movie he thinks you'd enjoy.

you look at him, a little bewildered. that movie was a bit older, and not by any means something you'd think he'd want to watch for his own enjoyment. not to mention, you had just decided you wanted to watch that. "are you serious? get out of my head- i just added that to my watchlist......"

"great, let's watch it, then!" he grins. he was getting really familiar with your preferences, and that brought him a lot of joy.

you laugh a little, nodding in agreement. "you always seem to know what movies i'll like."

"i try," he says, his voice a little softer as he smiles to himself.

if you ever mention a tidbit about yourself, be it friendships or your preferences, rin itoshi will remember it. he's familiar with all of your nervous jitters and subconscious expressions.

so when he sees you typing away on your phone, eyes blinking at a concerning speed, he knows you're pissed off.

"what's wrong? you're blinking like you're trying to fly away with your eyelashes." he coaxes, his tone a little flat, but expressive enough to communicate that he cares. as he asks, he sits down next to you on the sofa, grabbing a pillow.

his teasing remark makes you bite back a smile. "jaid. pissing me off," you mutter, turning off your phone and tossing it to the side. it hits the cushions of the sofa with a soft thud.

rin hums. "the one that liked you? on the production team with you?"

you nod, groaning and leaning against him. "he's being so annoying," you lament.

he welcomes your weight against him, listening to your rant. "what's he doing?" 

this launches you into a 20 minute explanation of your teammate's stubbornness and selfishness. all of which rin listens to intently. he nods and hums from time to time just to let you know that he's still listening.

"he's pretty tepid, huh," rin muses. he looks over at you, seeing you crack a slight smile at his comment. there they are. he can't help but smile as well. "you feel better now?"

"yeah, thanks for listening."

"mm, i do this every other day anyway. you looked like you needed to rant."

sae itoshi knew how you operated. unless your workspace was organized a certain way and you had your favorite drink there, work would not get done.

upon hearing from you that finals week was coming up, he took the liberty of making sure your workspace was always organized. he did not want to deal with you pulling all-nighters to study.

so every afternoon, like clockwork, sae would come back home after practice with an iced matcha latte in hand. 

he would take the time to organize your notebooks and textbooks, cleaning up your workspace. then, finally, he'd leave the matcha on your desk.

this time, he left a note on a post-it:

don't stay up too late studying. stay focused. love you, sae

and with that, he heads off to shower.

while he was washing off, you got back home from afternoon classes, dropping your backpack by your desk with a groan. it seemed to fall dead in your mouth when you looked down at your desk, though. 

your eyes caught how everything was sorted out, and you read the post-it note with a smile. then you noticed the matcha, smiling even wider. you took a sip of the drink, and sat down at your desk. couldn't let your boyfriend's efforts go to waste by slacking off, right?

you managed to get into the zone on your assignment, scribbling away on essay answer prompts. at some point, sae finished showering and went to the kitchen. he saw you jotting down answers and decided to not bother you.

he simply murmurs, "good job," a small smile on his face. then, he grabs a water bottle from the fridge and heads to the bedroom to go review some plays on his tablet. but not before he walks over to you and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"if you need help studying anything, just ask. i'll be in the bedroom reviewing plays," he says softly, lightly rubbing your shoulder before pulling away and actually heading to the bedroom.

you weren't really a huge video game fan the way seishiro nag was, but he would always let you play with him. even if he was playing ranked and you totally brought him down. he knew you loved playing with him, and that was all that really mattered to him.

whenever you'd come over to visit, he'd have a controller ready for you— and a blanket for when you inevitably fell asleep.

seishiro knew all of your mains. if you left the room to use the restroom, he'd sometimes switch games and select characters for the both of you.

mariokart? he knew you were a diehard yoshi lover. he also knew that you used the mktv parachute, mr. scooty, and the roller wheels. so he might as well select them all for you. less of a hassle for you once you got back.

after playing a couple games with you, he knows you'll be tired of playing. so after super smash bros., he tilts his head at you. "wanna watch me play now?" he already knew the answer, anyway.

you nod, and he gets onto his pc.

he also knows that you'll probably fall asleep within 30 minutes of him playing. 30 minutes into playing call of duty, seishiro glances back at you, seeing you knocked out on his bed. 

he smiles slightly, getting up and draping the blanket he took out earlier over your sleeping form.

it was never a hassle for him, your predictability. he loved being that familiar with you.

to be loved is to be known ‹3

vannah's notes — i wrote this on a plane. if u don't fw this that's my excuse 👎 ; ugh imagining all of these things made me so giddy I NEED ALL OF THIS NOW ; i was listening to kpop (+ katseye) the entire time that i wrote this btw (<- was too lazy to actually find a playlist) so just imagine me dancing to gnarly as i type this out on my phone ...... trying to write consistently from here on out- be on lookout for more soon!

© kaalwanan '25. please do not repost, plagiarise, translate, or feed my work to ai.

[vmlnrzmp4]

isagi yoichi — former shy boy says "i do."

you're six today. and you're getting married.

with seven year old isagi yoichi.

both of you are wearing those crooked flower tiaras. you're so smiley smiley, loving that you're getting married to the love of your life. while yoichi? his hands are trembling as they hold yours. he shy. he blushy blushy. he scared. all his mind is around soccer soccer soccer. how can he deal with marriage even??

"i do," you say as you accept him as your lawful husband. everyone cheers happily.

and then it's his turn. one of the girl in the venue is like 'omg he's blushing!' and he— "i...i uh...um..."

you stare. and that only makes him more nervous. the little crowd(literally) was so near to disappointed. and they were cause you turn and run away, crying cause the love of your life doesn't love you back.

yoichi finds you in the garden, on grass as you were making a new flower tiara. so dramatic my god. he walks to you, a box of choco milk in his hand, "hey...peace offering..."

you look at him. then at the choco milk box and snatch it. but that doesn't mean you forgive him, "don't care. im making tiara for someone else now."

he panics. you look at him. he looked funny. and you couldn't hold back. and then—

PFFFFFFFT!

you spit out the choco milk on his face! laughing out so loud.

he's stunned. and in love.

same thing when you both are 19 and 20. same tiaras in process. same grass. same love. and same yoichi with the choco milk box.

"late to our wedding again?" you tease.

"technically we never got married," he says as he sits beside you, offering you the choco milk box which you accept.

"you're still not forgiven," you say as you sip on the choco milk.

yoichi coughs awkwardly before saying something so stupid, "what if i say i do now?"

PFFFFFFFT!

choco milk all over his face. again.

and you laugh.

he's stunned.

he kisses you.

you're stunned.

he laughs.

some years later. you're wearing the tiara again but this time, there's no pretend. the venues packed and they're so happy when you say— "i do."

now yoichi's turn. the same girl yells, "he's blushing!" and he was. but he wasn't hesitant.

"isagi yoichi, do you take y/n as—"

"yes," he declares, "i do," he says. loud and boyish. no stuttering and the way his lips smash on yours, you melt! "i do. y/n. isagi y/n. my wife."

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[confessionsandcreampies]

y. isagi relationship headcanons

he analyzes everything about you—isagi notices the smallest things, how your voice softens when you’re tired, how you always fidget with your sleeves when you’re nervous. he remembers your food cravings, the exact way you like your tea, the cadence of your laugh.

he’s so unintentionally clingy—he doesn’t even realize it, but his hand always finds yours. on the couch, walking down the street, even when he’s brushing his teeth, he’ll stand next to you and lean his shoulder into yours. when he’s sleepy, he straight-up melts onto your lap.

he writes your name in his notebook—while reviewing plays and training notes, sometimes he doodles your name in the margins. not out of boredom, but because you’re always on his mind. one day you found a scribbled ‘mrs. isagi’ and he turned bright red and said, “it was for visualization training. manifesting, you know?!”

he lets you win at video games, but then gets petty—you beat him onceand he tried to play it cool. but you caught him watching youtube tutorials the next day, determined to win next time. when he does, he teases you for hours like it’s the world cup.

he wants to become the best for you—it’s not just about football anymore. he wants you in the stands when he wins. wants to bring you trophies, give interviews where he thanks you. he dreams of post-match kisses and cuddles, the press snapping photos while you wait for him at the edge of the field.

“i need to study you”—once you start sleeping together, isagi becomes obsessed with learning your body the way he studies football plays. he asks things like “did you like it when i kissed you there?” and “what made you moan like that last time?”, genuinely, because he wants to perfect every second.

he treats your pleasure like game data—he’ll experiment with positions, paces, and angles like he’s testing variables. but once he finds what makes you fall apart? he drills it relentlessly, again and again. until you’re begging him to stop, then he smiles and asks, “one more time? just for data.”

praise kink in disguise—he lives for your breathy “you feel so good” and “you’re making me crazy, yoichi.” it makes him feral. his thrusts get deeper, his fingers grip tighter, and he starts murmuring things like “you’re mine. all mine.”

totally loses control sometimes—there are nights when all that control snaps. when you tease him too much, or wear his jersey with nothing underneath. he’ll pin you to the wall, panting against your throat, muttering “you’re driving me insane. do you even know what you do to me?”

football metaphors during sex—“scored again,” he’d say smugly after you come on his tongue. “this round’s mine.” and if you grind on him while he’s trying to focus? “you’re testing my stamina, huh? that’s a foul. gotta punish you for that.”

competitive stamina beast—his cardio is off the charts. he’ll keep going through round two, three, and four, just to prove he can. he gets all flushed and whiny when you can’t keep up—“don’t tap out yet, baby. i’ve still got more in me.”

secretly watches the mirror when he’s fucking you—he’s obsessed with the way your body looks beneath him. when he catches your reflection bouncing on his lap or sees his hand wrapped around your throat in the mirror? he stares with dark eyes and groans low in his throat, hips snapping up harder.

[koalaflower]

pls pls mean isagi nd his thigh fetish pls pls pl

isagi yoichi !

fucking your thighs after a bad game

includes. EXPLICIT smut. afab!reader. aged-up isagi yoichi. thigh job, clit stimulation, mean isagi.

a/n. i’m a slut for mean isagi. wrote this at 5am sos. thank you for the req!

word count. 711

“—so close.”

glistening beads of sweat roll down the sides of his face, each staggered thrust punctuated by a creak in the bed.

“i was so close.” his nails bite red crescent-shaped indents into the supple skin of your thighs. isagi’s usually vibrant eyes are tainted by an insatiable darkness, narrowed and pissed as he relives the match behind his eyelids. “if that piece of shit just passed.”

your boyfriend was usually so gentle—making love to you with tender hands and his heart in his throat. he never takes his anger out on you, would rather die than lay a finger on you, but you just had to tease him with that pretty little smile on your face, didn’t you? you couldn’t let him stew in his own loss, just had to offer him an outlet—a nice relief for when his own teammates drive him to the brink of insanity. he fucking loves you.

“what do you need, hm?” the tip of his cock peeks in and out between the crevice of your plush thighs, dragging over where you want him most. you’re a whiny, beautiful mess and it’s all because of him. so gorgeous, clad in nothing but his #11 jersey that only reminds him of earlier—of his failures and accomplishments and desires and fuck, he’s losing his mind.

“use your words, baby,” he growls, watching your face contort in pleasure. the underside of his tip rubs over your clit with each slow drawl, giving you sweet friction but no chance of release.

“can’t think ‘cause i’m bein’ so mean? making your pretty lips cry?” his words shoot straight to your already sopping, wet cunt, and there’s nothing for you to do except lay back and take. you gasp when two fingers slide past your folds, swirling around the slick. he clicks his tongue, holding his now glistening hand in front of your face.

“look at this… so fucking wet. open your mouth for me, whore.” you find yourself complying almost immediately, lips parting as he places them onto your tongue. “suck,” he orders. your tongue obediently swirls around the two digits, tasting your own arousal. he groans, hips snapping faster at the lewd sight. he’s getting off on this—the control. your blind faith.

“y-yoich—mmf.” your moans are muffled by his fingers, sucking and licking as he makes you gag by pushing them further down your throat.

“lost by a point… so humiliating… ‘m gonna kill him. all his fault,” he rambles to himself as he presses your thighs closer together around his fat length. you can hardly make out his words with the obscene squelching between your legs and the sound of the bed creaking.

“be a doll f’me and let me do this, yeah? gonna fuck you so hard after. want that?” he asks, rutting feverishly into your thighs like he’s chasing the thrill of a winning goal, eyes glazed over and lips pursed tight. you nod and nod and nod again, nothing to do but nod when he’s making your pussy lips drool with each hard thrust.

“good,” he praises, brows furrowed with how tight your legs are wrapping around him. “my girl’s s’good for me.” your back arches off the bed, convulsing in pleasure when his tip catches against the hood of your folds and rubs against the sensitive nub. he notices—of course he does—letting out a small sound as he does it again and again, abusing your overstimulated clit as you buck your hips up against his. “shit, so good. keep doing that. love fucking your thighs,” he babbles.

isagi slaps your thigh hard, making your eyes roll back from the sharp sting. there’s a red handprint where his palm struck you, branded nice and big for everyone to see. his grip on your legs slacken, body keeling over as he presses them to your chest and cums, spilling all over your abdomen and breasts. “fuckkk yeah… needed that. thought of fucking this sweet pussy all day. always so needy,” he grunts, waiting for you to catch your breath before pressing a wet kiss to your ankle.

he tilts your head back, licking his lips with a wolfish grin.

“c’mon pretty girl, don’t blank out already. said i’d fuck you hard after, ‘member?”

[moonstonejpg]

reader who doesn’t want to ever fall in love again versus isagi who gives them the whole world without asking

[sinsxo]

a room of your own. —blue lock

based on this request.

note. thank you for the request! i really loved writing this.

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

synopsis. as someone who was told to grow up too fast, your room became the place you finally got to be small — soft, silly, and safe. when you let them see that version of you, they don't laugh. they stay.

cw. drabble, emotional/comfort fluff, inner child healing, mentions of emotional neglect, pressure to mature too early, light references to familial expectations.

wc. 1.2k words, not proofread.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

“...this is your room?” isagi blinks, stepping inside slowly, eyes wide with quiet awe.

you nod, a little hesitant. the walls are pastel, lined with fairy lights and hello kitty posters. a shelf of barbie dolls stands by your desk, and there’s a ridiculous amount of plushies arranged by colour on your bed.

you half expect him to laugh. to find it silly.

but instead, he says softly, “this room feels like you.”

you were ready to explain, but now, you just blink in confusion. “...huh?”

he walks further in, careful not to knock anything over, crouching to pick up a tiny sanrio sticker book on the floor. “i mean, it’s just so soft and detailed. i can see that you care about all of it.”

your chest tightens a little.

you mumble, “i didn’t really get to have this stuff when i was younger. i was always told to be the mature one. so now i guess i’m… making up for it.”

isagi’s eyes meet yours. then he smiles. “good! you should.”

and when he sits cross-legged in the middle of your room, right beside your melody plushie, he says, “could you show me your favourites?” you realise you don’t have to explain yourself at all.

not with him.

bonus:

he loves sharing and getting to know your interests, so when you showed him a sanrio sticker book you owned, he started collecting stickers for you to add to your collection too.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you hover by the door, fingers clenched into fists as rin steps inside.

he doesn’t say anything at first. his eyes sweep over the glittery pink shelf, the plushies, the pastel blanket draped over your bed, the barbie figurines lined up in neatly arranged rows.

you speak before he can. “i know it’s childish. you don’t have to pretend or anything—”

“you don’t have to explain.”

you stop.

he’s looking at you — not judging, not confused. just… understanding. quiet.

you breathe in, trying to explain to him again. “i was always told to act older than i was. even when i was little. if my older siblings messed up, i got told to be the example. i was ‘so mature,’ so no one ever gave me space to be anything else.”

his gaze lingers on the plushie mountain on your bed. then back to you.

“so this is that space now?” he asks.

you nod. “something like that.”

he walks over to your bed, carefully picks up a bunny plushie, sets it aside, and sits down like he belongs there.

“it’s yours,” he says simply. “that’s all that matters.”

you smile, a little embarrassed. “i guess.”

he looks at you again — soft and steady.

“i’m glad you have it now,” he says. “you should’ve had it then, too.”

bonus:

every time he comes over, he makes sure to admire your room. when you’re not looking, he’ll approach the shelves and fix any tilted figurines and gently dust some of them off.

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

sae pauses at your doorway, eyebrows lifting slightly.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment — just looks. at the sanrio bedsheets, the rainbow rug, the absurd number of plushies. at the tiny glittery lamp on your nightstand and the walls covered in pastel stars.

“…huh,” he mutters. not cold — just honest. “didn’t expect this.”

you shrink a little. “i get it. it’s a lot.”

he doesn’t say anything right away. doesn’t touch anything, either — just takes it all in, quiet.

but he steps inside anyway. “this all yours?”

“yeah,” you murmur. “i didn’t get to have stuff like this growing up. i was always called ‘mature’ — they treated me like an adult before i even hit double digits. even if my older siblings messed up, i got scolded. so now… i guess i’m just making space for the kid i never got to be.”

sae’s eyes soften — just barely.

“you were just a kid,” he says, voice low. “they should’ve let you be one.”

it lands heavier than you expect. not because he says it with pity, but because he doesn’t. no sugarcoating. no fake sympathy. just honest, genuine softness that hits harder than any comfort ever could.

you blink fast, not sure what to say.

he turns his head, eyes still scanning your room. then he nods toward a worn plush on your shelf — the kind of thing anyone else might’ve ignored.

“that one’s been yours the longest?”

you nod again. “since i was seven. it was the only i had for a while.”

he just hums. then, almost awkwardly, adds, “...the hello kitty blanket suits you though.”

you laugh, a little teary. “shut up.”

“i’m serious,” he shrugs. “you should buy the matching slippers.”

bonus:

he doesn’t say much or make you explain anything further. but later — a week, maybe two — a limited edition hello kitty plush shows up at your door. outrageously expensive. hard to find. but it was something you’d had on your wishlist for the longest time. you never asked if it was from him, because you already knew.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

“...woah.”

that’s all nagi says when you open the door. soft. curious. eyes slowly sweeping across the pastel walls, the plushies stacked halfway to the ceiling, the glittery barbie shelf in the corner. he doesn’t blink. doesn’t ask. just stares like he’s walked into some kind of alternate universe made of softness.

then he walks straight to your bed and flops face-first into your plushie pile like it’s his personal cloud.

“this is the softest bed in japan,” he mumbles into a cinnamoroll pillow, limbs already going boneless.

you hover by the doorway, nervous. “it’s not weird?”

he shrugs. “nah.”

you step in slowly. “i didn’t get to have this kind of stuff growing up. i was always called ‘mature for my age,’ so no one let me be anything else. and now that i’m older, this is just… mine. like, a space to finally have what i missed out on.”

nagi rolls over onto his back, arms behind his head.

“people made you grow up too fast,” he says, eyes on the ceiling. “sucks. but you made it nice in here.”

you blink. “...you really think so?”

he turns his head, meets your eyes — simple, honest.

“yeah. this room feels like peace. like you.”

he doesn’t make it a big thing. doesn’t make it weird.

but later, when you leave the room for a second and come back, your favourite plushie is tucked under his arm like a hostage.

“he’s mine now,” nagi mutters, half-asleep.

you roll your eyes, but don’t take it back.

somehow, letting him keep it feels a little like sharing your peace.

bonus:

every time you come back from doing something outside of the bedroom, you’ll always find him cuddled up in your bed with your plushies, hugging your favourite one in his hands. you melt at the sight every time.

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[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; the first words of your child will always be an important moment in your life—except it ended up being more unhinged than you had expected.

𝐟𝐭 ; isagi yoichi, itoshi sae

𝐜𝐰 ; afab!reader, swearing

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈

“yoichi babe, i love you and all and i’m just as hopeful as you, but aren’t you a little too eager…?” you sit down next to isagi on the carpet, his indigo eyes fixated on his daughter. her own indigo eyes stared right back.

“no, no, of course not. this is important. what she says for her first words are extremely important to determine her future and which one of us she’s more similar to.” yoichi muttered, his hand on his chin.

your daughter yomi babbled, giggling as she placed a hand on yoichi’s forehead. isagi’s eyes softened, a soft smile creeping to his lips. “she’s only 10 months old, and that’s usually the bare minimum of babies saying their first words. you probably shouldn’t—“

“clown.”

you nearly fell to the floor. you stared at your daughter, mouth hung wide open, and then glanced at yoichi, who looked mortified. “yomi, sweetie, say that again?” yoichi whispered, crawling forward to take her tiny hands into his.

“clown!” she exclaimed, more confidently this time. you were ready to faint, and yoichi looked ready to fall into a coma. “clown! clown!” yoichi sucked in a heavy breath, a dark aura forming around him. he furrowed his eyebrows as he picked her up.

“fuck,” he whispered. you snapped your head back.

“yoichi! no swearing in front of her!” you shrieked, taking her from his arms. “papa’s being mean right now. don’t learn from him.” you booped her noise with your finger, isagi beginning to mutter to himself.

“was she rewatching my neo egoist league pxg match? or did that one time letting kaiser talk to her influence her too much? maybe bachira had told her about it or something…” isagi shook his head. “hey, maybe we should let her see less of bachira.”

“yoichi,” you sighed. “it’s fine. plus, you’re the one who called kaiser a clown in the first place.” isagi’s head slammed back to face you.

“he called me a clown first!” you hummed at his stammering, patting yomi’s head as she gives you a wide smile.

“clown!” she said again brightly. isagi cringed.

“no no,” he huffed. “it’s okay when i say it, and that’s because kaiser is an assho—uh, jerk. but yomi, you’re still too sweet and you have no one mean to you. you shouldn’t say that.” yomi blinked up at him again.

“clown…?” yomi squeaked. isagi shook his head.

“no. no clown.”

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

“sae, sae! come here! i think she’s gonna say her first words!” you exclaimed. sae walked over to your daughter’s nursery room, a bored expression painting his voice, although you could see him recording with his phone.

he sat down on the floor with you, your daughter saki staring up at sae with her bright teal eyes and horrifyingly long underlashes. she reached out for him, babbling nonsense. sae picked her up, and saki reached for his hair. a small smile spread across sae’s lips.

“how lukewarm,” he muttered, watching as his daughter grabbed at his hair and tried eating it. you patted her hair, saki’s smile brightening your mood.

“loowarm!”

your hand dropped. you stared at your daughter, ready to cry. “saki, what did you just say?” she looked at you, giving you a wide smile as she reached for you.

“loowarm!” she wiggled out of sae’s arms and crawled into yours, finding your hair much more interesting as she began to munch on the strands. you froze, staring at sae, who had recorded the entire interaction on his phone.

“itoshi. fucking. sae.” you whispered. sae flicked your forehead.

“no swearing in front of saki, remember?” you hated how amused he looked at the situation. you narrowed your eyes.

“sae! you don’t understand how annoying this is. out of everything…it could have been mama. mommy. ma. amma. papa. daddy. pa. appa. anything. but ‘lukewarm?’” a long sigh was drawn from your lips.

“not lukewarm. ‘loowarm.’” he corrected. a vein popped from your forehead.

“we both know she was trying to say lukewarm!” you exclaimed, hitting sae softly on the arm repeatedly. “i hate you so much! agh, out of everything, it had to be lukewarm! i wish she could have said mama or papa or something.” you dreaded.

sae hit your arm back gently. “i’m giving you another kid tonight. let’s see if that one says something you want then.” he stated, the corner of his lips twitching just a bit. your face flushed.

“i hate you so much. you’re the worst.” you buried his face into his shoulder.

“you say that as you bury your face into my arm.” sae clapped back. but he patted your head anyways. saki grabbed and reached for you, grabbing your shirt.

“mama, mama.” she babbled, teal eyes bright. you scowled.

of course her second word were what you wanted her first to be.

[kaiserinnessie]

could u maybe do an smau with boyfriend isagi? idgaf if it's fluff, smut, crack, i just NEED that man sb.

First time doing smaus, I’m about to entire the sting zone.. with Isagi

This was lowkey fun, and just a lot of crack/suggestive themes (also I had like NEL isagi in mind for this) ALSO WHY IS THERE A TEN PIVTURE LIMIT GHATS NOT FAIR

[your-decay]

pairings: isagi yoichi x reader cw: public sex-ish?, dubcon (only because reader is somewhat forced), breeding.

you just knew something was off the second isagi grabbed your wrist like that, fingers curling tight ‘round it, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your stomach flip in that sick kind of way. the kind of way that made your thighs rub together without thinking.

he’s got that wild, sharp glint in his eye, a little flushed, hair damp with sweat from warm-ups, breathing heavy. he drags you down the hall, muttering something about “need you, fuck, just a second, can’t go out like this” under his breath, and you don’t even get the chance to ask before he’s shouldering open the door to the boy’s changing room.

you try to ask “yoi, what—” but you don’t even get the words out ‘cause he’s already yanking you through the doorway, past a couple of teammates who are too caught up in their own bullshit to notice, or maybe they do — maybe they hear the slam of the door, maybe they catch the way your legs nearly trip over his in his hurry.

and then he’s got you pressed up against those freezing metal lockers, mouth on yours, hot and desperate, teeth catching your bottom lip, and his hips are already grinding into yours, bulge thick and heavy against your core through both your clothes like it physically hurts him to not be inside you.

“fuck—baby—i gotta—” he’s panting, hands already tugging at your waistband, and there’s no time, no patience, no sweet little kisses or slow touches, it’s messy, rushed, the frantic kind of greedy that leaves bruises.

your panties barely make it past one thigh before he’s shoving his cock inside, fat tip smearing precum against your folds as he hisses through his teeth. no prep, no warning — just a quick stretch and burn, your back arching, the obscene sound of your slick mixing with the thick, leaky drips of his arousal filling up the tiny space around you.

there’s other people in the locker room, for fuck’s sake. you can still hear bachira laughing about something, the distant thud of a ball being kicked against a wall — and isagi doesn’t give a shit. probably gets off on it, on the risk, on the thought of someone catching him splitting you open like this before a big match.

“sorry—fuck, m’sorry, can’t help it, can’t—” and he means it. kind of. but also not at all, because his hips don’t stop, slamming into you over and over, your ass smacking the metal locker behind you with every brutal thrust. his forehead’s against yours, eyes squeezed shut, strands of dark hair sticking to his sweaty skin.

there’s precum and slick dripping down your thighs, splattering onto the already grimy floor, but it doesn’t matter — not to him. not when you’re so fucking warm and tight around him like this, clenching down, your hands clawing at his shoulders ‘cause it’s too much, not enough, too fast.

he’s moaning, low and wrecked, murmuring “fuckfuckfuck baby—gonna make me cum so fucking fast—” like he’s pissed about it, like it isn’t his own goddamn fault for being so desperate for you, for chasing that rush, that heady high of your cunt wrapped around him right before he steps onto the field.

“gonna cum,” he pants, “fuck, ‘m gonna — shit, ‘m so sorry, so sorry—” and you can feel him throb, cock twitching inside you as he spills deep, thick and hot, a filthy mess you both won’t have time to clean up before he’s gotta be back on the field.

and he does cum fast, thick and hot, hips stuttering, jaw clenched, choking back a whimper as he fucks it deep, like he can bury it there and keep it tucked inside you while he’s out on the pitch. he doesn’t pull out either — no time. no point. you’ll be leaking down your thighs as you sneak out, panties ruined, pussy sore, and he’ll be grinning about it from the field.

and he’ll kiss you after. a little clumsy, a little desperate. promise he’ll win for you, because how could he not after that?

© your-decay. all rights reserved.

[writingconer]

General Dating headcanons with the bllk boys!!

characters: Y. Isagi, M. Bachira, R. Kurona, S. itoshi, R. Itoshi, S. Nagi, Y. Hiori. 

warnings: maybe ooc?

Series: blue lock

no proof read

Isagi Yoichi

- trys to keep contact with you in blue lock but its spotty.

- Isagi's love language is quality time and acts of service.

- love to watch movies with you. After you get home from work or school you'll find him looking through his catalog of DVDs to find something to watch with you, 9/10 times it's the same movie.

- loves cuddling with you on the couch while you watch the tv or are just scrolling on your phone doesn't matter, he will lay on top of you and rest his head either on your chest or shoulder.

Bachira Meguru

- When he joins blue lock - completely ghosts you, not really in  a malicious way, he just gets distracted with soccer and forgets to text back.

- his love language is definitely physical affection.

- if his teammates are safe from being tackled neither are you.

- this man doesn't know what personal boundaries are

-hope you like being touched because this dude will not keep his hands off you.

- his greed is sickening

- he likes to collect werid looking plushies, some stuff like fugglers.

- has all of his baby teeth in a jar. 

Kurona Ranze

- once hes comfortable with you he is a BITER.

-not one inch of your skin isnt marked (only if you said its okay for him to do that!!).

-hugs your arm when hes overwhelmed and wants to get your attention.

-Has 90  ikea sharks (i will not be taking criticism at this time)

-his bedroom is kinda messy but organized at the same time?

-helps you style your hair, if you dont style it he will nag you to let him do it.

-hates it when you messy up his hair, he'll get back at you for it later.

-love language is words of affirmation.

Sae itoshi

- Refuses to get a pet, doesn't matter if it's a cat, dog or a fish it's a no from him.

-has a interest in trading cards but refuses to show it.

- since he doesn't realize hes being a dick i dont think he would apologize after a fight for any insults he dropped, only apologizing if  he thought you might leave him.

-his love language is acts of service.

Rin itsohi 

- Kurona 2.0, but more subtle.

His love language is words of affirmation and physical touch.

-after sae left for Spain 

- PUPPY LOVE!

-if your asleep when he comes back from soccer he will gently wrap himself around you, like legs tangled with yours, hugging your waist.

- you’ll be siting in front of Rin, with his arms wrapped around your shoulders and his wrapped around your waist and hes playing a game, all his focus on the game and he’ll start gently biting your shoulder. 

Nagi seishiro

- throws himself on you, dose not care if you cant carry him, hes tired :x.

- do not let bro sleep on your thighs, you will not be able to do anything else all day.

- likes laying on top of you.

-wants to shower with you so he wouldn't have to move as much.

-steals your snacks when you leave the room.

Hiori yo

- If you like anime, he will buy you limited addition figures and merch of your favorite characters.

- Has a gambling addiction from gatcha games

- Will play any game with you, doesn't mater if its something he hates.

- if you go to cons he'd definitely wants to come with, he just doesn't have the time.

- you and him have matching hoodies and pjs

- dude loves taking care of you when your hurt or sick, maybe a little to much.

[kissbabie]

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morning sex with him

holding your legs together

fucking you so good

nice and deep

filling you up

fingering you so well

backshots

he’s way too big

his dick makes you go dumb

giving you all his cum

car sex

you got so needy so he bent you over

a/n: sorry for not posting/doing requests, so i just did some twt links for now since i’ve been busy, these aren’t meant for anyone specific you can imagine it with your fav!

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[froydthegifenjoyer]

one day you find your son crying, when asked he said that it's gonna rain, you looked at the sky and it's not dark. 10 minutes later it started raining. Then you remember what your husband's parents told you about Isagi back when he was younger, looks like there is no DNA test needed whether Isagi is the father or not. Nonetheless Isagi was the proudest father when he came home from his training.

(made a Rin one, sooo..)

[vmlnrzmp4]

number 1 fan.

sae , rin , yoichi , michael

you give them a gift with the tag.

itoshi sae

"don’t open it till you get home," you say softly, holding out the tiny wrapped box towards him. sae blinks and stares. then nods and takes it without a word, putting it into his jacket pocket and turns to leave. only he knew how he was in a rush to quickly open up the present. at home, he sits by the desk, opening the present. a keychain. with your initial + S craved on it. you and him. side by side. and on the back, it said 'from your no.1 fan!' sae drags his hand down his blushing tomato red(like his hair) face. "this girl's ridiculous." the next day, "y/n~ look who's here to meet you~" your sibling calls with a teasy voice. you walk out to see...sae. in his car. "get in," he says sternly, jabbing his thumb to beside him, pointing at the passenger seat. there it was. the keychain ring around his thumb.

itoshi rin

"read it alone," you say, handing him the envelope with trembling hands. he raises an eyebrow, "what—" "alone!!" you yell. and then you’re gone. just like that. running off like an anime girl. at home, he sits on his bed, legs crossed as he opens it up. a neat letter. not a confession but sure a confession cause it had a 💋 mark at the bottom of it after you ranted how much you adored him and wrote '✍️ by your no.1 fan<3' he reads it again and again. and again. glaring at it. then he traces the lipstick mark. you were gonna be the death of him. he holds the paper close, bringing the kiss mark portion slowly up towards his lips to actually kiss the lipstick stain when— "rin~ dinners ready— oh my god..." he yells at his mom to get out, hiding under the blanket, holding the letter close.

isagi yoichi

you were simply window shopping on online stores. doom scrolling more like. then you see it. the cutest the goofiest and the most adorable bunny lamp. and the first person that came to your mind was none other than isagi yoichi. you ordered it because ofcourse you did. you (im)patiently waited. and when it arrived, you gift wrapped it quickly and poorly and zoomed to the isagi house hold. "yo-chan~ y/n is here~" yoichi's mom calls. and with the same speed as you, yoichi zooms to you. you were hiding it behind your back, you show it to him. "you don't have to like it—" you were cut off when yoichi low-key snatches it from you. he sees the tag, 'by—y/n—aka your no.1 fan' he opens it so quick and stares at it. and just when you were about to run away from shyness, he hugs you from behind. "i love it. i love you." he keeps the lamp, mark, heck even the wrapping paper.

michael kaiser

you had spent way too long on making it. michael smirks when he sees the horribly wrapped present. only you knew why you looked like you hadn't slept in so long(which is true. you infact didn't sleep much) "...is this why you look like a fucking raccoon?" you almost flinch at the comment. he goes silent as he sees a cardigan. cream and dark blue. with a blue rose right where the heart locates along with a little patch that said 'made by no.1 fan.' "...do you hate it?" you mumble, "you don’t have to wear it. it’s kinda ugly. i ran out of the good yarn so the sleeve’s weird and i messed up the—" hm? what happened? why— oh. his lips have been crashed onto yours. he pulls back, taking his hoodie off to wear the cardigan over his plane shirt, "do i hate it?" he huffs, "stupid girl," he holds his chest where the blue rose is, "stupid stupid girl."

look how cute it looks🥹 i got it under 300rs

taglist: @anyaminz @luciddre @kongkhoi @illyriakrasniqi2007 @passw-0-rd @x3nafix @levihanmyotp @vellichorira @sapph1r3x @tamashithe2nd @p1z-d0n7jud6em3 @sasukevrz @syleepy @i-eve-i @sukunaspillow @yumyumcherryy @gurlhere4fluff [open]

[tsukimirecs]

BLUE LOCK // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works. credit for divider

itoshi rin

bitter truths

( i love you )

no fear

chose yourself too

love story

why are you at my door at 10:57pm?

wont you lend me your faith?

sweet glances

michael kaiser

voyeur to belonging

how to subtly show someone you're interested

seasons

when stars can't hold their weight, they explode

liebevoll

the instrument

anyone but you

bachira meguru

another word for homesick. (i want to say your name again)

heatwaves

rosy glasses

you arrive like a dream

yoichi isagi

you'll never find a love like mine

letters to a striker

the priorities of isagi yoichi

ravenous

seishiro nagi

my precious treasure(s)

one pure thing of intimacy an love

i'm your number 1

the obvious truth about nagi seichiro's girlfriend

your flower

reo mikage

stars you only see during the day

august 12th