#nagi boy

[shouyuus]

─── B L U E L O C K INSATIABLE

rin, nagi, sae, oliver; 2,217 words; smut and fluff, pwp, oral (r!receiving & giving), semi somonophilia, overstim, multiple orgasms, thigh-fucking, spooning-sex, mating press, dumbification, nicknames ("kitty/kitten"), internal creampies, pseudo-breeding kink, mentions of aftercare

haikyuu!! ver.

─── 凛 RIN

it should be alarming, really, how he can eat you out like a man starved while almost never taking his eyes off you, watching you with steady, steely eyes, even as his tongue drags along the seam of your ruined cunt, so slick with wetness that you curl your fingers into the sheets — and it’s never enough, no never, not for him — even after his lips are smeared, his chin damn near dripping — he’ll pillow his cheek on your thigh, lick his lips, cock his eyebrows at the way you twitch when a puff of hot air hits your over-sensitive clit.

“tired?” he asks, voice not even hoarse (though yours definitely is).

you tip your head back into the pillow, unclench your fingers, feel the liquid rush of warmth as it works through your body in the aftershocks of yet another orgasm.

“y-yeah — i — ‘m fine — i think —”

rin scoffs, leaning down to drop another kiss to the hood of your clit, slating you another glance as your whole body jerks, a whine twisting out of your throat as your hand shoots out to tangle in your fingers in his hair, tugging him up.

“you can gimme another one,” he says, and it’s not posed as a question; just as well, it was never meant to be one.

you hiss out a breath, forcing the air from your lungs as you brace yourself. rin gives you a silent count of four or five before he leans down to bury himself between your thighs again, his thumb rubbing circles into the winged hollow of your hipbones, the only sign that he feels anything even close to sympathy for your plight.

“count for me,” he says, the words muffled along the puffy folds of your pussy as he pushes his tongue into you once more.

“f-fuck — rin — ! f-f-four — mngh —”

“what was our record?” he asks, pulling back ever so slightly. you keen out at the loss of his lips, the heat having already coiled tight in your gut.

“like… seven or s-something —” you say, blinking up at the ceiling while not really seeing it at all.

rin makes a noncommittal noise before bending back down to mouth at your cunt.

“yeah. we can beat that tonight.”

─── 誠士郎 SEISHIROU

for a person who takes sleep so seriously, you think, tugged from the soft, hazy halls of sleep by the feeling of his hard cock rutting against the curve of your ass, he seemingly has no compunction about interrupting yours.

“— shirou?”

“mm, y’feel good…” his voice is gravely, thick with sleep, and you wonder vaguely if he’s still half-dreaming. it wouldn’t be the first time.

“yeah?” you ask, twisting around slightly to catch sight of his disheveled hair, his spit-slickened lips, his big gray eyes almost black in the witching-hour dark.

“mm…” he burrows into the nape of your neck, your feel his hot breath collecting there like steam against a car window till he leans in to sink his teeth into the skin of your shoulder, his hips rocking into yours.

heat radiates from him (but then again, he’s always run hot), and it takes less than a minute for him to inch his fingers into your sleep shorts and pull them down for him to fuck his cock into the warmth and tightness between your thighs. a contented sigh escapes him as he continues to rock against you, the slide of him along your pussy lips making you whimper slightly, bright pops of color flickering along the backs of your eyelids as you squeeze them shut, bracing against the building pleasure.

“so good… so warm…” he murmurs, his arms tightening around your waist to pull you closer, his hips now canting into you, the bedsheets shuffling with his rhythmic movements. it could almost seem lazy, the way he’s fucking your thighs from behind, not bothering with your clothes, or even the lights for that matter. but you know him — know him better than most ever will.

you know that it’s just the beginning, and sure enough, a few seconds later, you’re being rolled onto your back, the light-kissed shape of him hovering over you, his lips brushing yours in a soft kiss as he works your shorts and panties completely off your legs, tossing them off the bed into the nether beyond.

“wanna fuck you — can i?”

you nod, hissing as he leans down to suck a hickey into your shoulder, nudging your knees further apart to allow him access to your now very wet cunt.

“d-don’t you have morning practice tomorrow?” you ask.

nagi only grunts, letting out a long breath as he pushes into you, slow, the stretch making you whimper.

“today,” he says, after a few seconds of adjustment on both your ends.

“hm?” you ask, blinking up at him, your thoughts skipping like an old tape in a busted cassette, run over too many times with the rewind button.

“got practice today… but it doesn’t matter — i’ll nap at practice.”

you let out a groan though it chokes off into a pitched whine as nagi starts to fuck into you proper, his hips snapping into you with the sort of languid grace only a seasoned athlete can muster.

“y-you shouldn’t nap at pr-practices!” you chide, chewing on your bottom lip as he leans down to kiss you, sucking your tongue into his mouth.

“i’ll only do it if it gets too boring.”

you keen as he hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, thinking to yourself that well — there are worse ways to spend the time and… you’re already awake now anyways.

─── 冴 SAE

there’s something feral in the light of his eyes whenever he’s got you down on your knees for him, your lips wrapped around his pulsing cock, a hand cupping your cheek, thumb pushing against the bulge there to feel the way his tip twitches at the contact. and its unfair, really, how steady his breathing is, even when he rocks his hips to bully his cock deeper and deeper into your throat, careless of the way your fingers dig into his muscular thighs (”don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.” “still… i don’t want to leave marks… your teammates will see…” “i don’t care. leave them. let them see.”).

he barely makes noise when you swallow around him, gag at the tip of his cock as it nudges your tonsils, the way he only grunts and lets out a long, thready breath when you lave your tongue along the thick, pulsing vein running the underside of his cock, tease at the place it connects to the hood, eyes flickering up to catch his — you’ve never seen his eyes blown so dark before, dark enough for you to forget the piercing seaglass of his normal gaze.

you hum against him, redoubling your efforts if only to make him moan, the sound ripped from him like pulling teeth — ragged and torn, his head tipping back as his knuckles whiten in the sheets. your jaw’s starting to hurt, but you don’t care; you’re nothing if not determined, and it’s the challenge sizzling in the air between you that sets your stomach aflame.

“— fuck.”

you take a deep breath and take him as deep as you can, pressing your nose into the dark, coarse hairs at the base of his cock, your throat seizing around the size of him as you fight to keep your breath held still.

you feel his fist in your hair, the way it stings along your scalp as he pulls, then forces you down further till your nails are scrabbling at his thighs, leaving angry red streaks in their wake.

when he finally deigns to let you back up, it’s a whole eternity later, and you try to blink away the dark squiggles collecting at the edge of your vision before he traces a thumb along your cheek and tuts.

“mm… feels good,” he rasps, and it’s all the encouragement you need to suck in another long breath and deepthroat him again, bobbing up and down till he’s gasping, a reckless, desperate need collecting in your belly as you swirl your tongue around him.

and then — a tiny, pitched whine, squeezing from him as he hisses out a long breath. you glance up to find his eyes cast skyward, towards the ceiling of your shared bedroom, the thread of his pulse ticking in up against his jugular as his chest heaves. a thin line of sweat trickles down the side of his neck.

“shit.”

you content yourself with licking up his length one more time before lowering your eyes and setting to work till you feel him jerk into your mouth, the hot, salty-bitter rush of cum hitting the back of your throat, nearly setting off your gag reflex as you hurriedly swallow around him. when you pull back and lick at your lips, it’s to find him watching you with that sharp, halfway light in his eyes, the irises still blown huge and dark. there’s color painted high on his cheeks and an unfocused haze to his gaze that makes you smirk.

you wipe daintily at the corner of your mouth, cocking your head.

“already done? or… can you go another few rounds?”

all you get in return is a light scoff and sae jerking his chin towards the bed next to him.

“get on your back. and, take those panties off.”

─── オリヴァ OLIVER

it should be illegal, you think, as the backs of your legs start to get sore, how much stamina a professional athlete has to have.

“fuck, fuck, fuck — o-oliver!”

“ahh — c’mon, kitten, i know you can do it — mmph — fuck that sweet little pussy’s gettin’ so tight…”

he’s grinning — the bastard — grinning down at you as he rams his cock into your so hard you swear you can feel it at the back of your throat. there’s a hand wrapped around your neck, gentle pressure on either side of your windpipe. your head is spinning, spinning, spinning like a top in a dream where gravity is no longer of human consequence.

“gonna fuck you dumb like this, kitty — wouldn’t you like that? hm? yeah… bet you would…”

you can feel his voice close to your ear, feel the heat of it against your skin, but the words are faraway, and it’s all you can to do nod, to moan, because it feels good, it feels too good, and he’s always known your body almost better than you know it yourself.

“p-lease —” you whine, clenching down around him as he loosens his grip and air floods your lungs again, the pressure of his cock against your cervix making your eyes roll back.

“g-good girl… such a good kitten f’me — fuck —”

you feel the slick wetness dripping down the curve of your ass as he continues to pound into you, your one orgasm toppling into the next, and the next — till you’re keening at the feeling of him tugging you back towards him, your body squirming away from the overstimulation.

“no running away now, kitten — not till i’m d-done with you, yeah?”

he locks your knees till they’re pushed nearly to your ears, an arm banded over the backs of them to keep you still as he fucks you so hard coherent thought leaves you completely, nothing in your head except for the sinful drag of his cock in your spasming cunt, or the way you can feel him reaching his peak as he starts to pulse inside you.

vaguely, you hear yourself begging for it, for his cum, for him to fill you up. just as vaguely, you hear him chuckle, a hand coming up to cup your cheek as he fucks his cum deeper and deeper into you with long, languid strokes.

“fuuuuck…. mmngh — that’s g-good — that’s a good kitten…” he groans, his head dipping into the pillow next to you, his skin tacky with sweat, the scruff on his chin tickling your shoulder as he drops a quick kiss there before pushing back up to inspect the damage. he grins at the sight — you splayed out beneath him, thoroughly fucked out, your eyes barely open, mouth agape, your hole still clenching around his cock as if determined to milk him for all he’s worth. just the thought of it makes his hips jerk, makes the heat in him burn as kindling to an encouraging sweep of wind.

you mumble something about feeling full, but oliver tuts, reaching down to pat your cheek with a palm, gingerly shifting back till his softening cock slips out of you. he can’t help the cocky smirk that twists his lips as he watches you clench around nothing, whining around the sudden loss.

“mm… but you love it when i stuff you full like this, don’t you? yeah? now be a good girl and keep it all inside while i clean us up, ‘kay?”

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[graciescott27]

Childhood best friend! Reo whose parents ran your family’s rival company and just so happened to go to the same school as you.

Childhood best friend! Reo who thought that you were just another shallow heiress when he met you (he was six).

Childhood best friend! Reo who slowly began to realize that you didn’t talk to him for his money and kind of liked being around you.

Childhood best friend! Reo who didn’t leave your side once in ten years.

Childhood best friend! Reo who tried way harder than he should have to get you to be friends with Nagi when they first met. Nagi started third-wheeling everything you two did. And you were third-wheeling, too?

Childhood best friend! Reo who always said “our future” instead of “my future,” as if your lives were already permanently intertwined.

Childhood best friend! Reo whose eye started twitching every time he heard your parents talking about marrying you off to some random CEO (they should’ve just let him marry you).

Childhood best friend! Reo who slowly started to be a little more affectionate than what was considered normal for friends. That was normal for Reo though, right? (Absolutely not)

Childhood best friend! Reo who had to try really hard to not lose his mind any time he saw a guy hitting on you. 

Childhood best friend! Reo who, on pure adrenaline, without thinking, kissed you in front of everyone after the Nationals Qualifier. He had just scored the winning goal

Childhood best friend! Reo who was freaking out for weeks after that, terrified to he would lose one of the only people who saw him past his family. Then you asked him out, and now he was freaking out for an entirely different reason?

Childhood best friend! Reo who started planning your wedding that night.

@graciescott27

[kxsagi]

Hewoo againn (*￣∇￣)ノ

I see that your requests are open today, although I don't know if you'll be able to answer if it's already bombarded (oof)

Butt... Hear me out: Reader trying out new lipstick shades and using their bllk boyfriend's face/skin 👀 as a canvas cause y'know, they wanna see what color looks great against their skin 🤭

Kindly requesting the itoshi brothers, shidou, kaiser, ness kunigami, karasu, gagamaru, and barou (as well as any other boys you'd wanna add <3)

Also, I was the one that sent the request for mmafighter!reader x bllk boys and I loved it! Your writing honestly makes my day and mwah! ( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆💋

I suppose imma just refer to myself as your anonymous 💜 requester (?) (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

“𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬”

a/n: literally just saved a cute pinterest pin of this (it was a sign)

also thank you so so so much! i ADORE your ideas, the mma fighter! reader was so much fun to write mwah mwah mwah 😚💋

also #2: if anyone has lip gloss recs or lip combo recs, PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME 

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, ness alexis, kunigami rensuke, karasu tabito, gagamaru gin, barou shoei, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro

itoshi rin

“why don’t you use your own arm?” 

“because you’re my favorite canvas,” you reply sweetly, already uncapping the first lipstick. 

sits like he’s being punished, arms crossed, refusing to meet your eyes as you start swatching a peachy nude on his cheekbone. 

“stop smiling at me like that.” 

“like what?” you grin, swatching a bright coral on his jaw next. 

turns redder than the lipstick. 

eventually sighs and mutters, “just finish your weird little art project.” 

doesn't say a word when you give him a kiss on the nose with hot pink. 

hours later, you find a selfie on his phone titled: coral test results - looks better on her 🫤. 

itoshi sae

“princesa, that looks expensive. should you be testing it on a civilian?” says that while laying back on the couch like he’s on a spa retreat. 

you straddle his lap with a whole row of lipstick tubes in hand like a scientist in her lab. 

“seriously, i’m not sure your skin’s the right tone to match mine –” 

“oh? and what tone is mine?” he teases. “hot? hotter?” 

lets you swatch shades on his chest, his collarbones, even his lips, but insists on giving feedback like a beauty guru: “this one’s too tragic. this one screams tax season. this one? this one’s me in lipstick form.” 

you: “you’re so full of it.” 

him, with three lip marks on his abs: “full of style.” 

shidou ryusei

“ohh, are we playing makeup? finally.” 

no. he does not follow instructions. 

you’re trying to test out neutral tones and he’s over here demanding you use “something demonic.” 

“make it black. wait. black with glitter. give me devil lips.” 

keeps sticking his tongue out so you accidentally swipe it. 

“oops ~ guess you gotta kiss it better.” 

ends up with full lips, two-tone cheeks, glitter on his neck, and not one regret. 

takes mirror selfies while you’re still testing. sends them to his group chat. caption: my girl turned me into a fineass crayon box. 

doesn’t wipe anything off. goes out to the store like that. 

kaiser michael

you don’t even finish asking. “can i –” 

“yes. of course. i have excellent bone structure for makeup swatches.” 

poses like it’s vogue. tilts his face. offers his abs. 

“this is the most efficient way to test high-pigment color on perfect skin.” 

you: “whose perfect skin?” 

“mine, schatz.” 

makes dramatic gasps for every new shade like, “this one is bold, it screams money,” and “this shade is called kaiser’s girlfriend’s privilege.” 

you try to do a neat row of swatches, but he keeps flexing and distracting you. 

ends up looking like a lipstick picasso. loves it. 

ness alexis

so cooperative it’s suspicious. 

sits on the floor cross-legged while you perch above him on the couch like royalty. 

“mmm, maybe the berry tone next? or the cinnamon glaze one?” 

keeps his eyes wide and still while you apply it, like he’s in a professional makeup studio. 

rates each one like a food critic: “this one feels luxurious. this one? cozy date night in fall.” 

gently reminds you to blot if you forget. offers his arm for leftover swatches. 

tells you which one makes your skin glow the most. 

you end up cuddling with his neck covered in different kiss marks. he’s still smiling like it’s the best day of his life. 

kunigami rensuke

“uh, are you sure this is okay?” 

he looks so concerned, poor guy. 

“yes,” you say, already smearing a nude tone along his jawline. 

he sits like he’s at the dentist – rigid, confused, but obedient. 

“don’t you have, like, swatch paper or something?” 

“shhh. your face is way cuter.” 

blushes so hard he starts sweating. 

you kiss his forehead with a deep red and say, “final test.” 

he almost passes out. 

refuses to wipe it off and goes to the gym with a lipstick heart on his bicep like a love badge. 

karasu tabito

“oh hell yeah. paint me like one of your fancy girls.” 

reclines back dramatically with a throw pillow under his head. 

lets you draw full swatches, then starts naming them stupid things: “this is ‘sexy betrayal.’ this one’s ‘tax evasion.’ this one? ‘midnight scandal’.” 

you: “karasu, these are just pinks.” 

him: “emotional pinks.” 

halfway through he tries to kiss you with four different colors still on him. now you look like a disaster. 

both of you look insane. both of you are in love. 

gagamaru gin

doesn’t move a muscle. sits like a very obedient golden retriever. 

“just tell me where.” 

offers you his neck, shoulders, collarbone, whatever you need. 

every time you say “wow, that shade pops,” he perks up like a puppy being praised. 

tries to help by flexing when you do chest swatches. accidentally makes the lipstick smear. 

“sorry.” 

you giggle and kiss his nose. he doesn’t wipe it off for hours. 

barou shoei

“you’re not touching me with that garbage.” 

okay so you have to coax him into it. 

eventually caves but makes you promise “nothing fruity.” 

you swatch ONE dusty rose on his cheek and he’s like “too fruity. wipe it off.” 

ends up letting you do a whole gradient on his arm instead. 

glares at it the whole time like it offended his bloodline. 

secretly keeps your kiss mark on his jaw and glares at anyone who looks at it too long. 

isagi yoichi

“uhhh i’ve never been used as a color test before, but sure???” 

kind of nervous but excited to help. 

watches every swatch you put on him like it’s a math equation. 

“this one’s warmer… oh, but that one’s more vibrant. maybe good for nighttime lighting?” 

sweetly says “do the thing” and puckers up so you can test one directly with a kiss. 

giggles when you say he looks like a valentine card. 

takes a picture of your arm next to his cheek to compare tones. “science!” 

keeps the one he likes best on until bedtime. 

nagi seishiro

“ugh, do i have to move?” 

lays there like a cat being groomed. 

opens one eye to say “do the purple one” then goes back to half-napping. 

doesn’t react to any of the swatches except to occasionally go “eh. that’s fine.” 

you kiss his collarbone with a bold crimson and he finally reacts: “that one. wear that one forever.” 

goes back to sleep with ten swatches and glitter on his chin. 

you leave a sticky note on his forehead: best canvas award goes to you. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[shidoglazer]

multi-character blue lock drabble !

ft :: sae , rin , shidou , kaiser , nagi , reo

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how would they show you off on social media?

SAE ITOSHI

- i feel like he’s a very discreet guy, he’d post you guys’s dates on his instagram story every now and then but he wouldn’t show your face to keep the relationship more private. “why don’t you post my faceeee???” “interviewers stick their noses into everything that isn’t their business to grab more money, they’re annoying.”

- if you asked him to, he’ll make a highlight and put everything that has you in it. he’ll label it just as “Highlights 🤍”

- doesn’t really interact with your posts on social media unless he scrolls onto it, he doesn’t need to like or comment on your posts to prove that he loves you. thats what he thinks at least. “why haven’t you liked any of my posts?” “…was i supposed to?”

- if you really wanted to make your relationship with you public, he’ll very, very, reluctantly agree, seeing the way your face lights up makes every pain-in-the-ass interviews worth it.

- he’d probably post a picture of you two kissing or holding hands and tag your main account. beware, the next day you check your socials, there’ll be articles about you two everywhere, your instagram followers has blasted up, everyone is spam liking your posts and your dms are bombarded with fangirls. this is the power of sae itoshi huh?

RIN ITOSHI

- wouldn’t care about privacy. he’d ask you if it was okay to post you, and as soon as you agree he’ll post all the cringy photos you forced him to take with you. you two doing a heart shape with the sun in the middle, the photo you snuck of him helping you carry your shopping bags and so on. “did you really have to take a picture of me carrying your bags?.. you’re making me look like a servant.” posts it anyways

- this man is an absolute loverboy. despite his stern look, he’s whipped for you. will immediately make a highlight for you just so people (and himself) can look through you two’s memories. “rin~ you made a highlight for me??” “yeah. so?” while he’s internally tweaking out from how happy you look.

- he did suggest you to private your instagram account before every fangirl came to harass you, which you wished you could’ve done sooner. “rin. why did one of your fangirls message me and said i looked like a well done steak.” “i told you to private your account.”

- when you comment on his posts, he’ll like it and pin it to the top of his comment section. he’s so cheesy

- despite all that, in the end he hid his story from sae and his parents because he absolutely knew this was going to be brought up at the dinner table to embarrass rin.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

- no shame at all. will post you two kissing, the lipstick marks you left on him, tags you in his bio, makes a highlight for you and occasionally even matching profile pictures with you.

- he keeps notifications for everyone elses posts off except for yours, as soon as he gets an instagram notification he’s in your comment section DROOLING for you. “WHOS WIFE IS THIS??? 😍😍😍” “thank you for the meal😜😜😜” “woah cutie didnt know you matched my freak like dat hehh😘😘😮‍💨😮‍💨”

- as much as you love him you swore you felt embarrassed for your life.

- in summary, he’s just a very open person about you two’s relationship. he doesn’t mind the articles or the interviews, he’s eager to show you off to the world. he’s so cutie woaw

MICHAEL KAISER

- doesn’t even use social media that much unless he needs to do a sponsorship

- finds it useless to post you or post anything about his life, but seeing how sad it made you look he rolled his eyes and posted a photo of you two sitting side by side on the bleachers of a stadium with the sun illuminating you two, even captioning it as “Nervensäge Freundin. 🤍” (pain-in-the-ass girlfriend)

- “kaiser, you posted me on your story???!!” you were basically beaming with happiness as you barged into his room. “tch, don’t overthink it. it’s just to stop you from being sulky all day.” without another word, you pounced on him and clung onto him for the rest of the day.

- thats how he made it a habit to post you occasionally, so he could receive extra affection from you, even if he acted annoyed or nonchalant about it. but oh boy, right after he posted you, your follower count shot up from 1,528 to 729k overnight easily.

- shares your posts onto his stories, likes it and occasionally comments an emoji on it if he’s feeling generous.

NAGI SEISHIRO

- quite active on social media. mainly posts about his games, football and reo. when you asked him why he didn’t post you, “do you want me to? i thought it would be a hassle to handle all the attention.”

- but when you convince him to finally post you, he wastes no time in making a highlight for you. the first post he made was him laying on your lap playing games, a picture you took of him a few days ago. he tagged you in it and captioned: “girlfriend pillow 10/10 :x recommended” you almost kissed him to death.

- after that, he started posting you a lot more frequently, just wanting to make you happy, and theres no doubt that it made your follower count rise as hell.

- posts you two playing games, holding hands, kissing, doing cringy couple stuff, despite all the interview requests hes been getting, its all worth it for your extra affection when you see his posts.

REO MIKAGE

- hes such a sweetheart about it, when you guys took your first photo together as a couple, he was so eager to ask if he could post it on social media. when you agreed, he basically looked like a golden retriever

- until now, before he posts anything about you he’ll always show it to you for confirmation and approval. “beautiful, is this picture okay?” “eh… my hair looks weird..” he’ll immediately discard it and search for a new picture without further words exchanged.

- likes, shares and comments on your posts with confidence although he doesn’t use social media all that often, he’ll always scroll on it for awhile to wind off.

- whenever he posts you, he’ll always caption it as some cringy yet romantic stuff like “Love of my life 🤍” “My world 🌍.” “Everyday with you keeps getting better and better.” “Prettiest girl in the world.”

hii sorry if any of them are a little too short or ooc!! thank you for reading through ^^

[sappho-rose]

lighting inspired by that one hyuluka frame in the alien stage mv “wiege”

[nanakorobiyaokii]

 💜🤍💜🤍💜🤍💜🤍💜🤍💜🤍💜🤍💜🤍💜

[eremikayearner]

play with me ‹𝟹 nagi seishiro

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in which nagi seishiro finally manages to get you to play his video games with him.

ׂ╰┈➤ suggestive, nagi being unintentionally cute

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ swinging open the door to your boyfriend’s apartment, you entered with a content sigh, shutting the door behind you and placing your tote bag down. after hanging out with your friends you’d promised your pouty white haired boyfriend you’d come over right after.

for all nagi’s supposed laziness, he actually adored your company and presence like no other. it was the little things he did. carrying you on his back the moment you said you were tired, with your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands holding your thighs. it was the way he liked helping you with your hair and weaving all sorts of bows into it before an event. what was super uncharacteristic however, is how he actually liked doing activities with you. whether that was baking cookies, taking you shopping or even going on dates with you (reo had been shocked to hear that nagi willingly participated in all these).

“seishiro!” you called, as if luring a kitten out of hiding. you blinked when he didn’t reveal himself, per usual. “sei?”

yet he was nowhere to be found in his living room or kitchen at all.

that meant only one thing and one thing only.

walking past his kitchen and living room, you approached the door to his room which was already halfway open. you poked your head inside his room, currently illuminated with the faint glow of his soft pink and lavender led lights. of course, there he was. leaning forward in his monochrome gaming chair in front of his pc with his white headphones on top of his soft hair with his fingers moving incredibly fast on his bedazzled console.

“hi, sei.” you said, a soft smile on your lips.

somehow, he always managed to hear you despite the headphones he wore. “hi, angel.”

he didn’t turn to look at you however, his eyes glued to the screen and his fingers tapping furiously on the controls of the console.

this also meant only one thing. “oh, you’re gaming. ranked?”

“mhm.” he hummed.

see, you didn’t mind nagi’s gaming addiction. you actually didn’t mind watching him game either, just the same as you didn’t mind watching his soccer games and practices. you actually loved it. seeing him so intense and focused on something was fascinating. the nagi seishiro putting in a lot of effort into something was always a sight to behold.

however, when he played his ranked games it was nearly impossible to get him off the game. really, it was.

you sighed, smoothing your baby pink skirt out. “i thought we’d be hanging out but that’s fine.”

you’d entertain yourself in other ways while he played. you began thinking about what you could bake in the meantime, just about to turn to head to the kitchen when nagi spoke.

“play with me.” nagi said, eyes still glued to his screen.

this wasn’t the first time he’d asked you this of course. nagi, believe it or not, was clingy. he was always touching you, following you around like a lost puppy and even talking about you constantly (reo was also shocked by how much he talked about you since nagi claimed using his voice and opening his mouth was a hassle). so it was only natural for him to want to spend time with you doing his favourite (only) hobby.

however, you were terrible at gaming. and you’d never want to mess up nagi’s ranks, something that was somewhat important to him.

“sei, i’m not good at playing-”

pushing himself back from his desk, all long limbs on display, as he lifted his headphones off his head and left them around his neck. he turned in his chair, a long fingered hand resting on his thigh as he lifted two fingers to beckon you closer. “just c’mere.”

your cheeks flushed pink as you walked towards him.

yes, he was your boyfriend but that didn’t mean you would ever get used to how pretty he was. nagi didn’t really seem to be aware of how attractive he was. it was so clear with his obvious pretty face, his soft snowy hair that fell on his brow like a halo and his perfectly sculpted body, and oh god, his height. not to mention those pretty fawn eyes of his could turn alluring in just mere seconds. yet nagi couldn’t be more clueless when it came to recognizing his own attractiveness.

as you approached him, he leaned back in his chair, his hazy eyes following your every move, lingering on your pink skirt as you stopped right in front of him, unsure of what he wanted now.

then he leaned forward, his large hands wrapping around your waist as he lifted you up with ease, gripping your body as if you were as light as a doll, and placing you on his lap. You felt the hard muscles of his thighs beneath his grey sweatpants pressing against your exposed soft skin and the hard muscle of his chest up against your back.

your breath hitched as your body seemed to flush all over from his touch.

“sei? seishiro, what games are you playing at?” you asked, attempting to hide the flustered higher tone of your voice.

“nothing. jus‘ wanna play with you.” nagi murmured in his soft voice, his strong arms wrapping around your frame and placing his pink clad controller that you had decorated yourself, in your smaller hands.

“but it’s a ranked game!” you exclaimed, desperately trying to keep your rapidly beating heart in control as you felt nagi’s warmth and strength envelop you. his large fingers went over yours, finding the correct buttons on his controller. “i don’t wanna mess up your win streak.”

“don’t worry, angel.” he said, and the pet name nearly made you melt into a flustered puddle in his lap. his eyes drifted to your blushing face and your glossed lip between your teeth nervously. the smallest of smirks lifted his lips. “i’ll make sure we win.”

you weren’t sure how long you’d been playing, with nagi’s voice in your ear feeding you instructions, encouragement and praise as you both laser focused in on each game. his fingers moved yours rapidly and he muttered soft curses at every shot taken. however, it seemed that the two of you made an excellent team.

your fingers began to ache, and after possibly the seventh game you’d won, you sighed and slumped back against nagi’s chest.

he looked down at you in his arms, a small grin on his face, triumphant that he’d finally gotten you to play with him. “winning sure feels good, doesn’t it?”

“uh huh.” your voice came out breathier than usual. “tiring too.”

nagi smiled to himself as he looked down at you. “you know what else can make you feel good?”

in an instant, his strong hands had found your waist again and lifted you up from the chair with him, then he wrapped his forearms around your body and carried you to the bed, pressing playful kisses as you giggled in his arms.

[megumismyhusband]

the sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the room. you stirred slightly, blinking away the remnants of sleep. as you shifted to sit up, you felt a familiar arm tighten around your waist.

“don’t move,” nagi’s groggy voice mumbled against your shoulder. his hair was a mess of white strands, and his eyes were barely open, yet he still managed to pull you closer as if afraid you might disappear.

“it’s almost noon, sei,” you whispered with a small laugh. “we should get up.”

he groaned in protest, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “too much effort. stay here.”

your heart melted at the way he clung to you. with a sigh, you relented, lying back down and tracing lazy circles on his back.

“there’s no one else I’d waste a day like this with,” you murmured, and a small, content smile tugged at his lips.

“good,” he whispered, his voice softer than usual. “i like it this way.”

[ruruumin]

hi!! I came across you and I thought your work is really amazing!! This is my first time asking something like this haha but for everything a first :) I really love figure skating and I was wondering if you could make a oneshot or any headcannons of the reactions of blue lock characters haha (mostly rin nagi and sae)! (sorry if I made some mistakes, English is t my first language)

ice, ice, baby!

₊˚ ᗢ blue lock various x figure skater! reader.

⤷ what kind of relationships rin, sae, and nagi (separate) would be in.

itoshi rin

“if you’re going to do something, do it with your entire heart.”

rin met you when he was only ten years old. you were his next door neighbor with a feverish dream to become the best figure skater in the world. although it may have been one of the loftiest dreams anyone might hear, he believed in you the same way you did for him. and together, he will see you perform all over the country, with him in arms waiting.

so when a cold rainy day comes and the two of you were walking home together under a shared umbrella, he wanted to say something. but you beat him to it. standing in front of your door, you turned around and smiled, saying only two things: i will be leaving to russia tomorrow morning to train with a new coach. 

this first part came as a no brainer to him, of course you would leave. just as sae did a few months ago, you were beginning to flap the wings you were blessed with. however, the second part was what kept him on his toes, heart punching up to his throat: and i love you, rin.

after departing in the morning, he would stay up late to watch your performances on television. even when he had early practice, it was complete habit to see you on screen. your presence on the ice was unmatched by many of your cohorts in russia. cold and calculative, yet free flowing. like a confident stream you graced the fields with a polished play. alongside a perfectly timed quad axel, it placed you right at the top of the world.

the ultimate power couple. when you’re at the kiss and cry, you’ll say his name to the camera before blowing a kiss. meanwhile, whenever he scores a goal, he’ll raise his fist in a catching motion, bringing it up to his lips as he hides his faint smile behind his hand. your performances will always be dedicated to each other and it drives the press mad (rightfully so). 

when you return to japan, he’s the first person that you see at the airport. in only a matter of seconds, with his extremely long legs and speed, he is wrapping his arms around you tightly, inhaling your scent as he lays his head on your shoulder. 

he would immediately take you back to all your favorite places. during your time away, he had taken a multitude of pictures and sent you dozens of instagram reels of cafes. now that you were here in his arms, it made going to them all the more real (or maybe not, with you sitting in front of him, enjoying a mont blanc and latte, it feels like the perfect dream). 

sleeping in the same bed as him had never felt any better. while you knew him to be a drooler, you would have never expected him to be clingier than a koala. he is keeping you flushed against his chest the entire night. if you think about getting water, he will follow you with arms tangled with yours. 

itoshi sae

“i’ll carve my name into ice while you all watch in awe.” 

the only other person with the same amount of arrogance as him was you, a rebellious teenager he found on the streets of spain. you tried to pickpocket him on his first day in the country. instead of reporting you to the police, he asked you one simple question that changed the trajectory of your life: if you had the chance to do anything, what would it be?

some people viewed you as a lost cause in the figure skating world. having started extremely late compared to your other peers, your name was rubbish and caked in dirt. however, it never stopped sae from coming to see you after every practice, watching as you practiced your spins and salchows underneath the dim lights of the arena with a coach he’d hired. to him, you were a diamond in the rough that just needed a push.

he didn’t think much about your relationship until it was late at night. you were walking back with him to a hotel, face covered with masks to avoid intruding paparazzi. it started off with small talk, like family and friends (you learned he had a very cocky but sweet brother back in japan), but it quickly diverged into something more intimate that had the two of you walking into his room with intertwined pinkies.

when it came time to perform in the qualifying rounds, you had plunged the stadium with wails and tears. overcoming the country’s beloved skater by a wide margin, you stood above everyone, head raised high as you pointed up to the cameras, hardening your gaze as you mouthed sae’s name. you must have known he was watching from the corners of the locker room. 

the world of figure skating was going to change with you, a new generation skater that rose from nothing. 

sae feels immense pride when it comes with you. even though there were many curve balls thrown in your direction, whether it be from bad press or his persistent fanbase, the smile you hid beneath the covers reassured him that you were going to stick it out. nothing in the world could compare to the happiness you felt when you were with sae. because with him, you knew you could do anything.

dates typically consist of fancy meals or sightseeing trips. he isn’t particularly drawn to these activities himself, but what motivates him is the thought of treating you to something new. whether it be a pretty dessert from down the street that costed an arm and a leg, or seeing the stars as you walk along the beach, he’ll dedicate a huge chunk of his income to letting you see the world in its fullest.

matching photocards on the back of your phone cases. sae uses a clear one so he can flip his phone around and stare at you before every game. while some think he’s admiring your smile (as beautiful as it is), he’s actually sees you as the perfect rival to his games. although you were both in different sports, the two of you constantly pushed each other to your limits, showing the world what it means to be the very best. 

nagi seishiro

“there is no point in anything if you aren’t going to have fun.” 

he wasn’t interested in figure skating until he came across one of your performances on youtube. it was really early into middle school when he started watching you. one of the reasons why he started was because you skated to a lot of his favorite songs from video games he liked. the second reason was because you looked like you were having fun. 

unlike most figure skaters he’s seen, you made the sport look enjoyable (he thinks everyone else looks extremely constipated when they’re too focused). with a beautifully confident smile, you danced across the ice, performing triple axels and a perfect biellmann spin. you skated as if you truly loved this sport, and this was the selling point for him (maybe this is when he started to be called a certified fanboy).

when he arrived to blue lock, the first thing he wanted to win back was his phone so he could keep up with your recent uploads. even when you aren’t posting something figure skating related, your miniature q&a sessions were entertaining enough to keep him awake for the rest of the night, much to reo’s dismay (he wanted to sleep early for once).

the best thing reo had gifted him were a pair of tickets to see you perform at one of the biggest skating rinks in the country. nagi was almost shaking in his seat in excitement, eyes wider than saucers when you stepped into the arena with the prettiest outfit known to man. you blew kisses and waved to the audience, giving them your signature smile. you suddenly stopped in your tracks to deliver a long kiss in nagi’s direction, something that sent him into an early cardiac arrest.

your relationship with him blossoms after seeing him at the local convenience store. the two of you had awkwardly reached for the same cup noodle. even though you were dressed in a simple, oversized black hoodie and a mask that hid half of your face, he easily recognized you by the sound of your voice. nagi’s phone would have dropped to the ground if it wasn’t for you catching it midway. when the screen lights up with a picture of you as his wallpaper, you smile and type in your number, throwing his phone back to him as you take the cup noodle and leave.

you and him would text consistently. after every practice he would immediately rush over to his phone to see if you had left any messages. expect a lot of back and forth photos. nagi’s pictures consisting of things he saw that reminded him of you while you sent him photos of yourself at practice or a recent choreograph. 

imagine how shocked your youtube fanbase is when you show up with your 6’3 boyfriend who barely shows up on camera because hes too tall for your tripod. you’re teaching him how to ice skate and although he started as a wobbly giraffe, he easily picked up a lot of tricks. he might not be the best at doing jumps but his footwork was impeccable (you like to tease him about switching careers but he lazily replies with his face in your shoulder about how much work it’ll be). 

[claralance]

Publishing this on his GODDAMN BIRTHDAY is diabolical.

[obscu-rae]

[i-live-inyourwalls]

objectively is this not insane

[heartbeatlicense]

“cats won’t recognize or understand the feeling of forehead kisses and might even be resistant to it at first but once they know it’s a sign of affection, they may start offering their forehead or light bump their head against you for more.”

“what are you doing?” you watched him tilt his head down in your direction, revealing his forehead to you, barely even a second after he returned home.

“huh?” he said as if completely unaware of what he was doing. despite that, he only leaned closer and looked up at you with expecting eyes. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“then why are you doing that?”

“oh.” he quickly straightened himself up only for you to cup his head and pull it back down so you could plant a quick smooch on his forehead.

you chuckled at his flustered reaction, his widened eyes and red tinted cheeks. “yeah, i knew you liked that all along,” you said with some smugness and were about to walk away until you felt a hand grab onto your wrist.

“wait, give me another. i didn’t get to fully enjoy it.”

★-KURONA RANZE, sae itoshi, barou shoei, raichi jingo, nagi seishiro, HIORI YO, gagamaru gin + your faves <3

please read and respect my byf/dni before reblogging/following

[blueroseempress]

new blue lock official art!

source: https://x.com/BLUELOCK_HANDS/status/1869941807049781390?t=GVnDsizgwGuYrIqb612blA&s=19

[xulips]

RADder and VBS 💿🎤

[seishiroses]

I didn't say it at the time but this picture is literally perfect 😭🔥 everyone looks gorgeous and happy and even Chigiri is smiling despite his leg injury even Nagi is smiling despite, well, being Nagi, and Bachira and Isagi look so cute with their eyes like that and the rest are also celebrating in their own quirky ways and Anri is so proud of them at the back and ohhh my heart 🐑🌞🥹