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Just finished another chapter of Victorious and god, you can really tell who my favourite Blue Lock man is😭💀
#I couldn’t make Kunigami use us no matter how hard I tried#he had to be soft in the end because HE WOULD TREAT YOU SO RIGHT#Like I don’t make the rules up#the poor man is fucked up but he would see all the light in you#okay bye xxx
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Blue Lock was masterfully crafted to build a Japan team capable of winning the World Cup, bringing some of the most talented players together to work their strengths and weaknesses. But what if it doesn’t work?
The players are great, have drive and determination, but what if it’s not enough? What if they need more incentive to reach the top? Which is the reason Ego brings in a pretty thing like you.
You can feel his breath against your neck as he speaks into the camera, unable to see the sets of eyes watching you on the large screen as you suddenly feel vulnerable. Ego’s hands settled on your waist as he talks, fingers dipping into the plush skin as he gives them the rules. It’s simple really. Whoever reaches the top gets the prize, you.
Your chest feels tight as he continues to break down the point system, even with such a seedy agreement he’s still interested in what’s fair. Not that anything was really fair when you didn’t have a choice to be here, although Ego would tell you that you could leave at any time. And you supposed you could, you could walk out that door and forget all about this depraved arrangement that you’d agreed to. The contract didn’t start until first play, and first play was in four hours. But money was money, and your debts would continue to pile, work would continue to run you into the ground, and you’d continue this lifeless cycle of misery. Anything was better than that.
But what you couldn’t see was the dark, depraved looks in the players eyes as they watched your pretty face enlarged on the big screen. Each man finding their own renewed vigour at the sight of you, another trophy to add to their collection as their names appeared on the leaderboard. Each man with no points between their name, a level playing field. For now.
Ego continued to list through the rewards the team could win for each tier of points, every salacious sex act he listed had the men hanging on his every word. Calculating in their minds how many goals they would have to secure to have you, and the number needed to win the grand prize.
Because giving away cheap frivolity would only keep hungry men satiated for so long, it was about time that they were given a chance to hunt a more coveted prize. Kunigami’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, golden eyes glancing to his side to see who else seemed intent on winning. A dark, sinister smirk appeared in Shidou’s face as his eyes shamelessly roamed your exposed skin, while Raichi’s hands balled into fists beside him. Chigiri’s expression was unreadable but he could feel the ache between his thighs as he took in the way your lips curled into a pretty pout, as Bachira began to jump on toe to toe. The lions were about to be unleashed from the den.
“Game on.”
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#in such a mood to write today lemme try and decide who to do#my issue is after that panel I just wanna write Kaiser again SIGH
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#WHAT THE FUCK#HOW IS IT POSSIBLE FOR ONE MAN TO LOOK THIS GOOD#I WANT HIM TO LOOK AT ME LIKE THIS#TAKE ALL YOUR ANGER OUT ON ME#blue lock spoilers#bllk spoilers#mineta
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Can you PLEASE tell me more about your self-ship with Oliver and Tabito? Because I would specifically love to know how jealous they are of each other over you?💕
Oh they are SO jealous. So my Tabito selfship is childhood friends to lovers / college roommates to lovers. We didn’t get together until college, the confession was part of an argument, about jealousy (on my part), but prior to me and Tabito dating I had an on again off again relationship with Oliver that was toxic in the way we were both refusing to admit we wanted more than the casual relationship, so we’d purposefully make each other jealous until it hit a boiling point, which led to Tabito being all Tabito like and pointing out that it was in fact super toxic and he could do better.
Oliver’s jealousy doesn’t show, like he always looks calm, but he’s also always showing off and bragging and will make snide comments around Tabito knowing it will piss him off, will also call me sweetheart in front of him knowing it’ll rile him up.
#I am OBSESSED with this#I asked because I can already FEEL how jealous the energy would be between them two😭😭😭#always trying to one up each other
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This is entirely Ari and Jaspers fault. I’m actually insane for this man.
Pairing: Oliver Aiku x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, cunnilingus.
There’s something about the way Oliver Aiku’s stubble tickles your ear when he leans down to whisper against it that has your cunt throbbing with desire. It’s the salaicious implication behind it as his warm breath fans against your skin and you feel him pressed against your hip, a subtle indication that he might actually be good at it.
But he’s pathetic really, especially paired with the sheer audacity he holds that thought he could get away with asking you such a crude question. It’s enough having to deal with him on and off the pitch as one of the team administrators, but this? You weren’t drunk enough for this—
“Do you wanna suck my cock?”
It had been the last thing you’d expected to hear when he’d pressed his lips to your ear, and you should’ve walked away at that alone. There were more than enough men in this dirty dive bar that would at least have better small talk at bare fucking minimum.
“No.” You scrunched your nose in irritation, already intent on walking away.
“Aw come on,” He grins, taking a sip of his beer, “Don’t be like that, sweetheart.”
The pet name should’ve been his second strike, so why were you still here?
“I’m not your sweetheart,” You shot him a smile back, full of faux sincerity.
“But you could be,” He grinned.
“Nah, I don’t think I could.”
“You always act like you hate me.” He pouts, and you have to stop your heart from squeezing at how adorable he looks— you have to stay strong.
“Yeah, it’s an act.” You reply sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you down the rest of your drink.
That’s why you hate yourself for where you are now, legs spread while Oliver looks at you like the cat that got the cream. Licking his lips as he peels your sticky panties to the side, eyes sparkling in delight as he notices the wet patch that stains the fabric.
“Knew you were lying,” He scoffs, “Were you this wet when you were talking to me, huh?”
“Shut up,” You sneer, scrunching your nose in frustration.
“That’s not very nice, is it?” He presses a wet, sloppy kiss to your inner thigh.
And the moment you feel the rough stubble graze your thighs, it’s game over. Legs lock around his head to cage him in, chasing the sensation as you shamelessly wiggle your inner thighs against the side of his face.
“I haven’t even touched you yet, sweetheart.” He grins, large palms dipping into the plush of your thighs as he prizes them open like a cherished gift.
He licks his lips in anticipation as he ogles your sex, revealing just how wet and ready you are for him— strings of your slick glisten against you invitingly and it only boosts his ego knowing that it’s all for him.
“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen.” He speaks, and you’re unsure whether it’s to you or him, but it doesn’t stop your clit from pulsing in response. The swollen nub desperate for attention as you writhe beneath his grip, Oliver’s warm breath that fans against it not nearly enough as you feel pleas sitting on the tip of your tongue.
But you’re determined not to stoop so low, to give his ego even more of a boost. He’s shameless enough as it is, with the cocky curl of his lip as he deliberately hovers inches from your slit.
“At least this pussy’s fucking honest,” He chuckles, “Look how much she wants me.” And it’s enough to have you weaving a hand through his messy mop of hair as your nails drag against his scalp. Twisting at the root to hold him steady as you buck your hips, pushing his face into your eager cunt.
His lips smash against your clit, giving it some needed relief as you whine in satisfaction. Your body convulsing as your eyes roll back into your skull, pleasure shoots through your veins like he’s an addictive drug and you’re certain you won’t recover.
But it’s the way his rough stubble grazes the sensitive skin that has you crumbling, your toes curl as you turn into the needy, desperate slut he’d said you were—
“Fuck,” He groans, muffled by your cunt as he slurps and guzzles your slick like he’s picked the ripest peach, “You’re such a mess.”
It’s debauched, and borderline depraved as you feel a mixture of his spit and your slick drool between the curve of your ass. Slurping it into his mouth before spitting it back down against your messy slit, positive there’s a puddle beneath you as Oliver continues to ruin you.
You’re certain you won’t survive— the flat of his tongue swipes from your tight rim as he works the length of you, all the way to the top as you feel the rough stubble on his chin tickle your clit. Oliver repeats the motion, as though he knows it’s exactly what you want. And perhaps it is— the sensation has you crying out for him as you shamelessly fuck his face. Chasing the sensation of his beard against your slit as you let the friction catch your clit, feeling the familiar throb swirl in your abdomen as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of bliss.
And he knows from the telltale way your thighs begin to shudder and your hole begins to pulse as he weaves a hand around your thighs to press down on your pelvis. Increasing the pressure and pulling the hood of your clit back as he nuzzles your cunt, bristling against you as you find yourself crying out for him. Reduced to a pathetic, debauched mess as he stares up at you from between your clenching thighs.
Oliver works you through your climax, his tongue prods your leaking hole greedily after as though to taste his victory. Pressing a final, lingering kiss to your over sensitive clit as he pulls back with a cocky grin. The mess of your climax now threaded through the fuzz on his chin as he shamelessly wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Still gonna act like you hate me, sweetheart?”
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can you believe I actually finished something for myself
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The only thing stopping me from crying because NEL is ending soon is the thought that I'll see them together again:
It feels like Barou will actively jump into a Shark-infested water body to save Nagi but will also beat Nagi's ass for breathing the wrong way in his direction.
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The Kunigami family
Rensuke and his two sisters, just after he got his invitation to participate in Blue Lock 🧡
lineart: Sannomiya Kota, from the Blue Lock Light Novel (Vol 3)
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You call Oliver a chauvinistic pig, and he replies that he believes in equal rights for women. You can be on top or bottom, he doesn’t care😭
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You call Oliver a chauvinistic pig, and he replies that he believes in equal rights for women. You can be on top or bottom, he doesn’t care😭
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And his team are so used to his wild, convoluted sexcapade stories in the locker room— none of them believing all the wild shit he comes up with (and they shouldn’t, he’s watched far too much porn).
But his first night with you he doesn’t say anything, because he has NO idea how to put into words what happened the night before. And now he’s completely obsessed.
virgin!Oliver Aiku who’s all fucking talk when he talks about how experienced he is. Until you’re straddling his thighs and grinding down on his thick chub as he tries desperately not to cream his pants.
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Specifically thinking thigh fucking with Hibiki. He’s tried from training and comes home to find you in those short shorts that have him completely insane. The fabric digging into the fat of your thighs as you lay asleep on your side, and it’s all he can do to stop himself from mounting you there and then.
He tries to be subtle about it, he knows that you’ve probably had a long day too. But he just can’t help himself— snuggling into your back as he leans into your warmth, his palms stroke along the exposed skin on your legs and he can feel his cock throb from the feel of it. But the long, languid strokes he gives himself aren’t enough. They never are when it comes to you.
So he’s wrapping a hand around your thigh to pull them together, sliding his cock between your legs with a pathetic groan when he feels the weight of them surround him. His leaky tip peeks out as he ruts his hips firm and consistent. Whining into your neck when he feels you rouse from slumber, moving to twist out of his grip as he moves a hand down to palm the meat of your thigh to stop it happening. Pressing a kiss to your ear as he begs you to “let me have this.”
And you do.
Your fingers slip down to tease his drooling tip every time he ruts his hips forward, smearing his pre against your thighs as he has to stop himself from coming undone. Wanting to indulge in you a little longer as he fights back his climax, focusing on the shake of your thighs every time he fucks forward as you whine every time the length of him grazes your crotch through your shorts. Certain he can feel how wet you are through the thin layer of fabric as he moves his fingers to dig into the apex of your thigh.
Hibiki barely lasts three more thrusts before he’s whining against your ear, warm breath fanning your skin as he cums with a pathetic grunt. Spilling his seed between your thick thighs as he stills between them, cherishing the final few moments of you wrapped around his cock.
But Hibiki isn’t a man that’ll leave you unsatisfied. Feeling the way your thighs rub together around his semi-hard cock, trying to give your cunt some needed relief as he pulls back with a grunt; spreading your legs apart to see his creamy spend glistening against your inner thighs.
It’s barely ten seconds before he’s pulling your shorts down to bury his face between those same plush thighs, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. Desperate to feel those same pretty thighs wrapped just as tight around his skull.
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virgin!Oliver Aiku who’s all fucking talk when he talks about how experienced he is. Until you’re straddling his thighs and grinding down on his thick chub as he tries desperately not to cream his pants.
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There is literally not enough talk about Hibiki and I’m ready to single handedly fix that. Especially when it’s canon that he plays guitar and likes an older woman with pretty thighs😫
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Thinking about pathetic men cumming untouched because of you.
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