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nearly maxed out tags cus i’m crazy and just have so much love in my heart i wanted to tag everyone but i had to condense so i’m sorry if i missed anyone also but just know i love you all so bad
also a lot of you i haven’t interacted with in a long time and i feel bad abt that🙁 and some ppl that i tagged haven’t even been active since last year or longer like omg pls come back soon i miss you guys 😣😣
OMG THANK YOU SM BABY I MISS INTERACTING WITH YOU TOO<\3
my most favourite people here🙂↕️: @cherryvvave @moviecritc @bloomcissa @cryptic-doe @rh1nestcned @lechelovestoyap @luviery @vianawaits @scissorhvnds @dreamersentity @kamislop @batwngs @sakunai @mystiquevoid @1nsignia @patientofarkhamasylum @arfemiz @froggibus @tinafication @bitemysin @torupng @brinawing @biovomit @evilmanhater @gr0und-zer00 (i'm sorry if i didn't tag someone, but know that you're very dear to me too<3)
i feel like i don't say it enough, but i love you all, and y'all are very very dear to me. here on tumblr i found the community i feel sort of belonging to and with who i have experienced peak girlhood♥️
GAH STOP THIS IS SO SWEET siri how do i tag all of my 150+ mutuals-
i'm going to tag some of my babygirls and if i miss some PLEASE DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY i love and cherish all my lovely mooties :( even if we don't interact much
tysm my lovely anna + tina (had to reblog here this is so sweet)💗💗
cuties : @fukiouh @kireampie @mimimochis @sweetieelilii @sweethearticism @savaee @stardustshuji @rengoatku @valberryboos @bigtrashland @tokkushin @torupng @lipstainedgemini @katsuiki @bloomflix @an9els (idk if you’ll see this😭) @kamislop @torumaii @amourflores @purrtoru @kashun @sugurusbeloved @blushryo @6x-x9 @bbunsflix @yorikae @indiewritesxoxo @pillsatoru @v3is @sugurusplaything @sugarsprinklecupcakes @frostedpinkdoll @pawpurrin @bloomflix (hopefully i didn’t miss anyone, if i did, i love all of you mentioned or not<3)
I love and appreciate you all (mutuals and non mutuals) see y'all on my dash lightens up my day. I hope I didn't miss anyone, but if I did I still love and adore youu♡♡
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YESSS JM AUSSIE 🤤🤤🤤 winter is horrendous in Melbourne 💔
OMG CAN PPL SPREAD THE MESSAGE BC EVEN GOING THRU MY SEARCH HISTORY THEIR ACCOUNT JUST.. TUMBLR SAYS NOTHING IS THERE OMG IS MY GOAT THE G OAKU 💔💔💔💔💔
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Omg it’s so cool how u guys are just literally the opposite of the us 😭 bruh now everytime u send in an ask i’m just gonna read it in an aussie accent i’m so sorry
ac 🤤🤤🤤 (I cant relate am in the middle of winter) but omg I was going thru my following and i swear.. I SWEAR there used to be used to be a bllk blog writer called eternally Elena I think?? I CANT FIND THEM did they change their user or smth 😭
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OMG ARE U AUSSIE?????? 🥹🥹🥹
HELP I DONT THINK IK WHO THAT IS i hope u find their account thiugh 😘😘😘
꒰ 糸師冴 ꒱ › sae accidentally hard launches you mdni.
pro player! sae itoshi x f! reader. inspired by mbappe so ooc lol.
sae itoshi despises social media with every fiber of his being. it’s too lukewarm for him. all his accounts are managed by some pr team that solely posts professionally shot photos of him and he only opens instagram for the following reasons:
to repost reels of his match highlights that re al’s social media team tags him in,
to reluctantly comment on shidou’s posts after receiving an absurd amount of threatening texts from him,
and to like your posts and stories within seconds of you uploading them.
the latter being the main reason he bothers to check the app.
you’ve been together since you were both awkward teenagers but sae is still adamant about keeping your relationship private. not because he’s ashamed — far from it — but because his fanbase is, for lack of a better word, unhinged.
they know he’s been in a relationship for years; he’s never denied it in interviews. what they don’t know is who he’s dating. and with how private the midfielder is, most fans had long since accepted that they’d never find out. but as fate would have it, they get their answer a few hours after re al wins the uefa champions league.
sae’s just gotten out of the shower, a towel slung low on his hips as he rummages through his bag for a fresh set of clothes.
“took you long enough” you sigh, you’ve been waiting for him on the king-sized bed — wearing nothing but his spare re al kit — for what feels like forever.
sae glances up, his usual detached expression softening for just a fraction of a second as his teal eyes sweep over you. he pads toward the bed, the carpet muffling his steps until he’s right in front of you, leaning over. his fingers brush against your collarbone as he traces the collar of the jersey.
“you’re wearing my kit again ?” he shakes his head fondly before saying, “it’s not even your size” he emphasizes his point by tugging gently at the sleeve hanging well past your elbow.
“it still looks better on me.” you grin as you look up at him.
“i think it looks better off you.” his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips and then he’s kissing you. veiny hand moving from the jersey to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place as he pours everything he felt during the match into your parted lips.
he barely pulls away, just enough to grab his phone from the nightstand without breaking the kiss completely. the screen illuminates his sharp features, casting a pale blue glow on his cheekbones as he opens the camera. he needs to commit this to memory, to capture this exact moment before he’s too lost in you to think straight.
there are few things sae itoshi loves more than taking pictures of you. he has thousands of them on his phone; candid shots of you sleeping, photos of you in his clothes, in your own, in nothing at all. on rare occasions he’ll post a picture or two on his close friends story. his way of showing you off without exposing you to his fans.
he doesn’t need to ask you to pose. you’re already turning onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows, and looking back at him over your shoulder. you reach back with one hand and point directly at the number ten between your shoulder blades. the soft click echoes in the hotel room as he captures the image. it’s perfect. you’re perfect. he’d be an idiot not to post it.
he’s quick, thumbs flying across the screen as he types out the caption, ‘the re al trophy’. he hits what he thinks is the right button to share this moment with his small, curated list: rin, his teammates, and shidou — who will undoubtedly send a tirade of messages saying he should be the one celebrating with sae instead of you. he tosses the phone onto the bed beside you, his attention immediately returning to more pressing matters. i.e. taking his jersey off you
he’s leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder when his phone vibrates. once. twice. then far too incessant for a close friends story. he breaks away with a frustrated groan, snatching his phone up. to his surprise and dismay, it’s not just shidou being shidou for once. but a tsunami of notifications from his official account.
his eyes widen as he opens instagram and sees it: the picture of you, in his kit, pointing at his number. posted to his public story, not close friends. thirty seconds ago. he scrambles to delete it even though he knows it’s already too late.
“shit” his thumb hovers uselessly over the screen as the notifications continue to pour in, each one a fresh wave of public exposure. the internet moves fast when it comes to sae itoshi.
you raise a brow, turning to look at him, “what’s wrong ?”
he doesn’t answer right away. his gaze is fixed on the ceiling, but you can tell he’s not actually looking at the ornate plaster. his jaw is tight, muscle ticking beneath his skin, and his eyes are clamped shut.
years of privacy, of sidestepping paparazzi and shutting down invasive questions, of keeping the person he loves safely beyond the reach of public scrutiny — all undone in less than thirty seconds.
he drops the phone onto the bed as if it’s burned him, running a hand through his damp maroon hair, “i posted it” he mutters dejectedly. and when you remain unfazed he adds, “publicly.”
you blink, processing his words. the indifferent look on your face, completely at odds with the panic etched onto his. “oh.” you say, your voice surprisingly calm. “well, that’s one way to do it.”
sae stares at you like you’ve just grown a second head. “that’s all you have to say ?” his voice is strained, “you’re not upset ?”
“why would i be ?” he lets out a sigh of relief, picking up his phone again. his pr manager’s name is flashing on the screen, but he ignores it. he clicks on the story a fan account’s tagged him in. they’ve already zoomed in on your face, trying to match you with old, blurry pictures from the stands. it won’t take them long to find your account. you reach out to still his frantic scrolling by placing a hand on his wrist. “are you upset, sae ?”
“obviously” he stops scrolling, his thumb frozen on the screen, but he can’t bring himself to look at you, “i’m very upset with myself.”
“why ?” you press gently, your thumb stroking the inside of his wrist.
“because i was careless” he admits, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. “and i would’ve preferred to do this properly.”
you shift, moving to kneel in front of him, your hands resting on his tense shoulders. you start to knead the tight muscles, feeling him gradually relax under your touch. “define ‘properly’”
he doesn’t answer right away. he leans into your touch, his head bowing slightly as you work out a particularly stubborn knot between his shoulder blades. “i don’t know . . . i just wanted it to be on our terms. when we were ready. not because i fumbled with my phone like an idiot.”
sae itoshi, who can slot a penalty past the world’s best keeper without so much as trembling, is freaking out over an accidental hard launch. you can’t help but laugh. it makes his shoulders, which were slowly relaxing under your touch, stiffen all over again.
“don’t laugh at me. it’s not funny,” he mutters, though there’s no real heat behind his words. “not in the slightest.”
“you’re right, it’s not funny, it’s adorable” you lean in and press a kiss that makes his frustration fade away to his lips.
deep down, beneath his initial panic, sae’s glad. he’s glad because he knows that once the world gets over the excitement of finally knowing who you are, he can finally show you off the way he’s always wanted to. he can finally hold your hand walking down the street, kiss you in the stands after a goal, and take you to those fancy award dinners he’s always avoided. the thought of it all makes his heart race. some mistakes are worth making.
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◟ `` ˖ . ۶ৎ bachira can’t get enough of you ! ◟ `` ˖
bachira was laying down in between your legs. his hands smoothing against your skin, his faced buried deep into thighs. you blushed, staring down at those love marks he left on your inner thighs. bachira licked your clit, “i just love your body,” he murmured against your core, sending vibrations.
he slowly licked up your slit, savoring your taste. his tongue circled your clit gently before sucking it into his mouth. you gasped, your hands gripping his hair as he continued to worship your pussy with his mouth.
he looked up at you with those intense eyes, “i could do this all day.”
your hips bucked, pressing down onto his face as the sensation built. "bachira..." you breathed out his name, fingers still tangled in his yellowish brown hair.
his tongue never faltered, swirling and clicking against your clit with precision. he let out a muffled groan against you, vibrations shooting straight to your core once again.
"shh," he hummed, the vibration making you jump. he smiled against your pussy before pushing his tongue inside you, fucking you with it slowly. his hands squeezed your thighs possessively as he ate you out like his favorite meal.
your breath hitched as his tongue hit that spot deep inside you, making your legs tremble. you knew he could hit every spot—knew he liked to explore your body like he was mapping out a treasure hunt. "bachira.." you repeated, voice shaky with pleasure. he just smirked against you and kept eating.
his tongue curled upwards inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made your back arch off the bed. he added a finger, then another, pumping them in and out while his tongue never left your clit. the wet sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the room along with your soft moans.
"mhmm," he hummed approvingly against you, feeling your walls clench around his fingers. his tongue fluttered rapidly against your clit now, teasing you closer to the edge. those bright eyes watched your face—loved watching your expressions, the way your lips parted, the way your brows furrowed in pleasure. your pretty little moans were like music to him.
your body stiffened, toes curling against his lips. "wait wait wait—" you warned, your hands pushing weakly against his head. but your voice betrayed you—barely a whisper. bachira's eyes narrowed, tongue slowing but not stopping.
he knew you too well—knew that warning meant it was moments away. he smirked against your slick, sucking you harder.
your whole body shuddered and screamed, your hips snapping violently against his face as you released hard. tears pricked at your eyes, breath hitching as the climax rolled through you in intense waves. your fingers curled tightly into his messy hair, pressing his face harder into you. "bachira—!" your voice came out wrecked. but he didn't pull back.
he kept licking, kept sucking, kept swallowing every drop of you like a starving man. your orgasm went on and on, your body oversensitizing. you were whimpering, begging him to stop, your pussy clenching and unclenching as more waves hit you.
"that's it," he murmured against your soaked core, voice thick with desire. "give me all of it." his tongue pushed deeper, drawing out your pleasure until you were trembling beneath him, completely ruined.
when you finally stopped shaking, he pulled back slowly, lips swollen and glistening. he looked at you with satisfaction, licking your arousal off his lips. "so good."
his lips curved into a wicked smile, eyes sparkling with mischief. "one more," he repeated, voice low and commanding. he released your wrist to grab your thighs, spreading them wide again. before you could respond, his mouth was back on you, hungrier than before.
nagi is the definition of lazy. if there's an easier way to do something, he'll find it without a second thought, always choosing the option that takes the least amount of effort. he'd rather spend hours lying around playing games or sleeping than doing anything productive, often complaining that almost everything feels like a "pain."
unless something truly catches his interest, getting him to move can feel impossible. despite that, his natural talent is so overwhelming that even while putting in the bare minimum, he can still amaze everyone around him, making his laziness both frustrating and strangely impressive.
a small moan escaped your lips as nagi's slow, deliberate thrusts hit just the right spot. he held your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin with a possessive grip that spoke more than words ever could. his cheek pressed against the back of your neck, his breath hot and lazy against your skin.
his movements were unhurried, almost languid, as if he had all the time in the world. each slow push made you melt into the sheets, your thighs trembling slightly beneath him. nagi hummed contentedly against your neck, his lazy thrusts keeping pace with the steady rhythm of his breath. his free hand wandered, fingertips tracing slow circles on your hip.
you felt him shift behind you, his grip on your hip tightening just slightly as he pulled back before sinking into you again with that same unhurried glide. the mattress creaked softly in the quiet room, the only sound besides your mingled breaths.
his lips brushed against your nape, sucking gently on the sensitive skin there. "you're so soft..."
his fingers traced lazy patterns on your hip bone, leaving a path of heat in their wake. you could feel the lazy laziness of his movements—never rushing, always taking his sweet time as if he were doing you the favor of being intimate. "ah..." he breathed out, his chest heaving slightly against your back.
another slow thrust made your back arch slightly, your fingertips curling into the sheets. nagi watched the movement with half-lidded eyes, his white hair messy and falling over his forehead. he looked bored, yet the way his fingers dug into your hip suggested otherwise.
he hummed, tilting his head as he observed how your body reacted to him. so reactive.
he leaned down and pressed a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder blade, sucking gently as he continued his slow, deep thrusts. his hand slid up from your hip to your waist, holding you in place for his leisurely pace.
you mumbled about climaxing soon in which nagi came in action. "mhm..." he hummed softly, acknowledging your whimper without speeding up. he kept that agonizingly slow, deep rhythm, letting you melt completely into the mattress.
his hand rubbed soothing circles over your waist, encouraging your release rather than rushing it. "it's okay..." he mumbled against your neck, pressing a kiss there. "let go."
you came with a soft cry, your body convulsing around him as he continued those slow, deep thrusts. he didn't speed up or change his pace; instead, he kept that lazy rhythm even as you shook beneath him. his hand moved to cover your mouth gently, muffling any louder sounds.
after you came, he kept that same slow, deep rhythm, letting your body milk his length lazily. he didn't hasten his release; instead, he enjoyed the feeling of your body tightening around him, dragging out his own orgasm.
“pull out nagi..” you whispered. but unfortunately for you, nagi didn’t hear since he was lost in his pleasure. his eyes fluttered shut as he came, his face pressing into the back of your neck. he filled you slowly, his release as lazy as everything else about him tonight.
he didn't pull out; instead, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back against him, keeping himself inside you.
Contents/warnings/tags: fluff, VERY suggestive/NSFW, demeaning names, maybe ooc idk, aged up charas, not proofread
A/N: my second ever SMAU woohoo, I like this one better but it’s also a lot more suggestive lmao (,,>﹏<,,) feedback, comments, reblogs n likes always appreciated!
Isagi yoichi ˚. ᵎᵎ
Michael Kaiser ˚. ᵎᵎ
Sae Itoshi ˚. ᵎᵎ
Rin Itoshi ˚. ᵎᵎ
Bachira Meguru ˚. ᵎᵎ
Alexis Ness ˚. ᵎᵎ
Hiori Yo ˚. ᵎᵎ
Shidou Ryusei ˚. ᵎᵎ
Ego Jinpachi ˚. ᵎᵎ
Bunny Iglesias ˚. ᵎᵎ
Julien Loki˚. ᵎᵎ
Vivian Hugo ˚. ᵎᵎ
˚. ᵎᵎ divider credits @/aesverse and @/cursed-carmine ⋆.𐙚 ̊
⋆。‧˚ʚ ୨ please do not repost, copy or reference my work without permission. All characters referenced in my works are aged up to at least 20+ unless stated otherwise. Thanks! <3 ৎ ɞ˚‧。⋆
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