#isagi fluff

Realised that I made these in time for his bday. Happy birthday protag boy🙄❤️

TW: fluff. Mentions of sexy thangs. Idk if they're spicy platonic or in a relationship. Upto you. ALSO I intended for reader to be gender neutral, hence the haha react to the "yes ma'am?" text

Bllk masterlist here

SOCCER AND YOU — isagi x reader

: “two versions or one”

you used to think he was harmless. not exactly calling him weak but he just looked normal. the kind of person who listened carefully when you talked, who nodded along with most thing with a bright smile. off the field he was easy to be around, especially with you. he was loving and a little awkward sometimes, it’s cute.

tonight you’re sitting on the floor with him in his room, your back against his bed and your head on his shoulder while he replays a match on his laptop. the light from the screen reflects in his eyes as he studies every movement. you’ve been talking while it plays, drifting between random topics time to time. then you mention it casually.

“one of my friends said you’re scary when you play.”

the video pauses. for a second he’s completely still. “scary?” he repeats. you shrug. “that’s all they said. scary on the field. like you look like you’re going to devour someone.”

he laughs quietly, leaning at you a little more. “that’s dramatic.” but when he looks at you again, there’s something sharper in his gaze. “it’s kinda hard for me to believe when you’re so soft…. but it’s not wrong though, is it?” he glances back at the frozen frame on the screen. another striker mid play, trying to get past him.

“nah, not really,” he says. “if someone’s in my way, i gotta beat them.” with no hesitation. you look at him, still listening. “otherwise they’ll beat me first.” he continues. you huff a small laugh. “kinda cruel.” he smiles at that, feeling relaxed and amused. “a little.” then just as easily, he closes the laptop and stretches. “you hungry? cause i am. let’s order!” the shift is instant. the mood suddenly turning a little more cheery.

perhaps you overthink this, but you kind of realized that there aren’t two versions of him, just one, and you get to see all of it.

: “you’re part of his field”

you’re sitting across from him at a small table, a small and cheap notebook he bought you was open between you. at first, it was just a conversation about his last game. then, you mention something small without thinking.

now he’s staring at you like it matters.

“say that again,” he says,

“say what?” you ask, genuinely confused.

“the thing you noticed earlier.”

you hesitate, a little worried you said something wrong. “i just thought that it looked like you hesitated before passing… but! you’d know more than me so. yeah.” he quickly grabs his pen, sketching quick circles and arrows across the page.

“don’t worry. i thought so too… but if i reposition earlier…”

you watch him as he talks half to himself, the notebook filling with lines. it’s like he’s replaying everything in his head. then he looks up again.

“from your angle, what did you see?”

“i’m not really a soccer expert isagi.. i’m not reliable!”

“doesn’t matter,” he says quickly. “just tell me.” so you do, and his expression lights up.

“if that happens again i can exploit the gap.” he says, tapping the notebook.

you blink, “you talk like a starving footballer.”

he smiles at the comment, “kinda am.” he says it so casually it almost feels obvious. he glances at the page filled with words and doodles of circles and lines, satisfied. “thanks, helped a bunch.” and just like that, he moves on, he starts asking about your day like he didn’t just turn you to a temporary manager of the team. but later on, thinking more deeply about it. the way he listened, the way your words are important to him. he’d always listen to you in a heartbeat, even if you’re probably wrong.

: “your choice” implied sex

the room always goes quiet when you’ve both finished. there’s no awkwardness or big shift, it’s just silence settling naturally. you’re still lying beside him, staring at the ceiling while your breathing evens out. he’s already moved slightly away, just enough to sit up and reach for his water like this is routine, because it kind of is. he takes a sip, then glances at you.

“you can stay,” he says, casual. “if you want.” no expectation in his voice, no push.

you roll over and look at his shirtless figure, “wow. so generous.” he huffs a quiet laugh. “i mean, you can also leave.” you hum, but you don’t move. that’s how things are with isagi, he’s comfortable, and he always believes in you to make the right decision. if staying is what you want, then this is probably the right choice. a few minutes pass. then you shift closer, pulling the blanket with you, settling into the space beside him like you’ve done this before. he doesn’t comment. he just lies back down.

masterlist

cw: smut

catboy isagi when hes in heat is very pathetic… like from the second you open the front door hes clinging onto u with his claws barely sheathed, rubbing his face into ur cheek n whining nonstop.

he keeps doing those soft desperate little chirps. those “mmnh… please…” ones that make u feel. somthing. 😳

his tail wont stop twitching, like every time u move even a little bit he does that full-body shiver n looks up at u with those huge glossy eyes.

he kneads ur thighs without realizing it, especially when youre just trying to sleep he pants all hot against ur skin while his claws dig into you (your used to it by now)

and he gets soso embarrassed because he cant stop scenting you, burying his nose into ur neck and mumbling “need u… i need u so bad…” in a shaky voice.

if u touch his ears he folds right away.

“p-please dont tease me.. m already burning…” he whines while arching up into ur hands.

when u finally give catboy isagi what hes been begging for the past week he nearly cums on the spot 😳😳😳😳

“t-thank you… thank you… i-i couldnt take it anymore…”

the moment ur hands are on him his back arches off the bed instantly, tail curling around ur leg like hes claiming u.

“hah—nh—p-please more… dont stop… dont stop please dont stop…”

and oh mai gosh the purring gets soso loud his whole chest buzzes against you, he hides his face in the crook of ur neck because hes embarrassed but he cant stop.

he keeps rutting up against your thigh because at this point his instincts took over completely.

“feels so good… im gonna go crazy…”

and if u grab his hips or like if u guide him
he cums IMMEDIATELY!!😳 (ayo dats sus😳😳)
he goes weak all over, tail puffing up, ears twitching nonstop and hes crying from pleasure.

“c-can i…? please… just a little…”

and when you give into his begging he loses all self control his claws curl into the sheets, and he starts rutting against you.

the way he moves is sloppy n frantic… hips stuttering every few seconds because hes sensitive n pent up n soso desperate to feel goodz

every time his cock rubs just right against u he lets out a broken little moan.

“ah-..hnn-. feels sgood, yn.. dont push me away”

he keeps trying to hold himself back, but his body betrays him. his thighs shake and ears twitching while his whole weight presses into u.

then he starts whimpering which means hes right on the edge.

“i-im s-sorry-.. i cant- i cant stop! is s’good yn ha..!!”

he ruts faster, clinging onto your shoulders like hes about to fall apart

and he does 😳

his hips jerk forward for the last time, his back arches, and he moans so loud you can feel it vibrate against you as he cums just from humping you like a needy kitten.

afterwards he goes limp on top of u, panting, his face burning red as he hides it in ur chest

“d-dont laugh at me.. i couldnt help it…”

ayoo isagi u sussy 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

i turned 15 i can make things now 🧠 unc alert

lol this is still unfinished, i just wanted to post it just cause. may or may not ever come back to it, who knows?

well.

it’s a lovely restaurant.

you can tell just from staring at your reflection in the smoky black glass storefront that it’s significantly outside your price range. at least you don’t feel underdressed. thank the powers that be for your best friend’s uncontrollable shopping spree in tokyo. your sky blue set, with its chic slouchy blouse and effortless midi skirt, newly purchased and freshly steamed, make you feel at least a smidge more prepared for “franco-japanese fusion, centering decadent flavors paired with airy texture”. whatever the fresh hell that means.

still, it’s tempting to fuss with your hair. or check your lipstick in your phone screen. or check your (borrowed) watch to make sure you’re perfectly on time (early). exactly one minute before the time you were supposed to meet, the two young men arrive. your ex and his… you’re not sure actually.

One Shots

⚽️ Before

Drabbles

⚽️ Someone’s Boyfriend

Headcanons

⚽️ Babies First Goal

⚽️ Butler Obsessed

⚽️ Cat Coded Girlfriend

⚽️ Dad!

⚽️ Dangerously Yours

⚽️ Decora Girlie

⚽️ Food Allergies? nah.

⚽️ Horror Fan Girlfriend

⚽️ I’m in Love With A Girl I Hate

⚽️ Living in Gotham

⚽️ Love How You Love Me

⚽️ Phineas And Ferb

⚽️ Outta Sight

Yoichi Isagi x gn!reader

a/n: I actually love Isagi so much he’s so silly (all of this is canon I don’t give a damnnnn)

It took him a long time to ask you to be his partner because he was so nervous and unsure of whether or not you’d reciprocate his feelings

Even though it was as a clear as day you liked him too, his overthinking got to the best of him and he kept putting off the date he’d finally ask you out

After many, many little dates over the course of a few months, he finally asked you if he could be your boyfriend

“Hey uh, y/n?” The two of you had been walking home from the carnival, the sun slowly setting—painting beautiful streaks and splotches of pinks and orange across the sky as if it was a blank canvas. Softly but firmly, you cuddled the large stuffed animal that he won you close to your chest when all of a sudden, he stopped in his tracks, looking down timidly.

You stopped after him, slightly confused but waiting in anticipation. “Mhm? What is it Yoichi?”

The sound of you saying his name made his cheeks warm up and his heart race faster. He looked up at you but quickly averted eye contact—he was so incredibly nervous but he promised his friends (and himself) that he would finally do it today. Tonight.

The boy nervously fumbled with his hoodie strings, trying so hard to spit it out.

“Uhm.. I.. really like you. I think you’re funny, and pretty, and smart and I was wondering if I could be your boyfriend..?” He stuttered, and he could feel the tips of his ears turning redder by the second. His eyebrows pinched together as he looked to the side, awaiting your response.

He’d thought about it for a while. How he was going to finally confess to you. He practiced over and over again what he was going to say and how he was going to say it, but it was even harder than he’d expected—you were staring right at him with your entrancing eyes he couldn’t focus. He was entirely distracted by your beauty and he couldn’t get the words out right.

He waited for what felt like an eternity for you to reject him. He knew he messed up. He was such a stuttering mess. Someone like you would never be with a loser like him. You were going to reject him and things would never be like how they were before.

However, you heart raced with excitement. Little did he know, you’d been waiting for him to ask you for a while. You tilted your head, peeking over into his line of sight and smiled happily.

“Oh Yoichi, you’re so cute.” You said simply, his name rolling if your tongue like honey. He really was adorable.

“I-”

“I’d love for you to be my boyfriend.” You interrupted.

“Really..?!” The boy scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly in shock. He couldn’t believe his love was requited and was unsure of how to act. Then, you threw your arms out, wrapping them around his neck in a tight, loving embrace.

He finally did it. After many months, he could now confidently call himself “y/n’s boyfriend.” His mind was racing with so so many thoughts, but all he could think about was how intoxicating you were. You smelt just like warm brown sugar.

From that day, the boys been completely and utterly whipped for you.

And I mean WHIPPED.

He’s never been so in love before, you invade his thoughts so much. All he can think about is you.

Whenever he’s out and sees soemthing that reminds him of you or that you’d like, he buys it for you.

He talks about you all the time it’s actually a little concerning sometimes

His friends have gottten sick of himmmmm

“Don’t you think y/n would like this?”

“Oh this is so y/n.”

“Y/n’s been talking a lot about that!”

Calls you “baby” or “babe” and likes when you call him “baby”. It’s basic but he loves it.

Every single second he’s thinking about you.

Whenever you’re around, he gets super nervous and his palms sweat a little bit. He also tends to stutter a lot and lose track of his thoughts.

But he also wants to impress you.

Every time he tells a joke, he subtly looks your way to see if you were laughing. And if you were, it boosts his ego tenfold. Or if someone else tells a joke he’ll laugh if you laughed. It’s a silly habit but you find it adorable.

He always laughs at your jokes even if you knew they weren’t funny.

He begs you to come to his soccer games and insists that he plays 10x better when you’re in the stands watching him.

He likes it when you play soccer with him, even if you’re not good at it. It’s like he’s a mentor and you’re the student and he truly enjoys teaching you skills and tricks.

Loves subtle pda. Not the kissing and eating each others face in public but he likes the handholding.

Calls you all the time to ask you about your day because he loves hearing you talk. (Ask him about his too he’ll get really excited)

He worries that he’s being annoying but calms down when you assure him that you love talking to him.

Remembers everything about you, even the teeny tiny things. Like the fact that you hate the smell of peppermint, so he refrains from buying cleaning supplies that have that scent.

He knows you only mess with gold so he wouldn’t dare buy you silver jewelry.

He bought the two of you matching necklaces. He wears the one with your initial on it while you wear the one with his on it.

The fact that you get uncomfortable when in crowded public spaces so he tries his best to avoid such areas or comfort you if it was inevitable.

He’s so cuddly and affectionate in private like he always wants to lay on top of you even though he’s hefty (it’s all the muscle trust)

He likes to lay on your thighs. “They’re like pillows!”

Likes when you play with his hair when he’s laying on your chest. It soothes him and makes him tired

Let him play with your hair too trust

For my black readers (me)—he’ll learn how to help take out your hair and how to treat it because he loves you

Asks for kisses all the time brooo he’s so damn needy

Follows you everywhere like he’s lost or something

He doesn’t let you go out alone if you’re going to be by yourself

Will throw a fit if you try to pay for anything when he’s around. Once, you used your card to pay for a $20 dollar shirt and he got so upset.

“Baby..? I would’ve paid for it why didn’t you tell me?” The look of concern and sadness on his face was genuine.

At first, he thought you were mad at him.

“You make me feel like a bad boyfriend sometimes..” He makes you promise that you won’t waste any of your money again on costs like that, and that you always come to him first.

Always comes to you first for comfort and to talk about his problems because he knows he can cry and showing his emotions without being judged by you.

Shares his interests with you. He’s actually a geek bro. He really likes manga and actually loves to draw. He draws you all the time, always sending you pictures of his new artwork.

Compliments you all the time. Calls you pretty and beautiful every day.

Has the most lovesick gaze everrrr like he stares at you as if you hung the stars in the damn sky

Will drop what he’s doing for you. You called him? He can finish up whatever he was doing later.

He yaps to his mother about you 🙂‍↕️

Isagi x GN! Reader

Fluff no warnings

Word count: 435

You never imagined that your life would change the night you reluctantly agreed to go to that soccer game. Your best friend had a spare ticket and begged you to come along, insisting it would be a fun break from the books. You rolled you eyes but eventually gave in, figuring one night out wouldn’t hurt.