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i hate mischaracterizing characters, so for anyone who wants these, here are some facts/implied info about characters:
isagi is a loner and often skips out on parties and social events. this is because of how shy and awkward he is around other people and loud environments. (light novel, implied in the manga)
it’s impossible for nagi to hate anyone. even if someone is constantly making him work hard or taking his phone and games away, he is always calm and a pacifist. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)
rin is extremely kind and emotional under his stoic and emo exterior. he gives foreign tourists extremely detailed directions and is implied to be a good captain. (light novel, implied in the manga)
rin is also academically stupid in everything other than english. this is because he’s dead set on being a soccer player and therefore sees no point in any class other than english. (light novel)
karasu loves anything he finds special. he thinks that even rin and isagi are mediocre even though their blue lock’s number one, but he had a childhood crush on the only person he found special, a girl named marissa. (egoist bible)
sae doesn’t realize that he’s rude or has any malicious intent when he’s being an asshole. he just says what’s on his mind, no matter how mean or blunt. it’s confirmed that he does have friends, so he’s probably not always like this. (egoist bible, manga)
nagi's son who looks and acts like him
part two
you always thought nagi was clingy, but nothing could’ve prepared you for having a son who looked exactly like him—and somehow acted even worse.
your little boy had his own room, decorated perfectly with his favorite things. soft walls painted his favorite color, shelves lined with toys, a big plush bed with a comforter that matched his tiny personality. you thought he’d be excited to have his own space, finally able to call a room his own. but no matter how many times you tucked him in there, kissed him goodnight, and told him sweet dreams, he always ended up sneaking into your room in the middle of the night.
“baby, you have your own room,” you’d tell him, already half-asleep as he wriggled between you and nagi, clutching his stuffed toy and rubbing at his tired eyes.
“don’t like it,” he mumbled against your arm, voice muffled but determined. “smells better here. smells like mama.”
from behind you, nagi let out a sleepy chuckle, his voice low and raspy from just waking. “he’s got a point.”
“sei, you’re not helping,” you grumbled, carding your fingers through your son’s messy white hair.
“‘s true, though.” nagi’s arm lazily tightened around your waist, making sure he had his spot secured as well.
and just like that, your bed became home base for not one but two velcro boys. nagi’s long arm always thrown lazily over both you and your son, as if he was reclaiming his territory, while your son’s tiny hands refused to let go of your shirt, even in his sleep.
mornings weren’t much easier. you usually woke up pinned—your son starfished across your chest, drooling into your shirt and snoring softly, while nagi coiled around your waist like a human-sized snake, his face buried in your neck and his breathing steady.
“mamaaa, don’t go,” your son whined when you tried to sit up, still half-asleep but immediately aware of your movement.
“stay, babe,” nagi muttered in the exact same tone, tightening his hold without even opening his eyes.
you groaned, flopping your head back against the pillow. “if i don’t get up, who’s going to cook breakfast?”
“delivery…” nagi mumbled without missing a beat.
“delibewy!” your son chirped, copying his dad perfectly, lips curling into a sleepy grin.
you sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “i’ve basically got twins.”
in the kitchen, it wasn’t any better. nagi leaned against the counter, watching you cook with hooded eyes like it was entertainment, while your son clung to your leg like a koala, making it nearly impossible to move from one counter to another.
“hungryyy,” nagi dragged out the word, his voice pitched just enough to sound pathetic.
“hungryyyyy,” your son echoed immediately, tugging at your shirt dramatically, as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
you pinched the bridge of your nose. honestly, you didn’t know who needed actual attention more—your real baby or your oversized one.
by the time you managed to herd them into the living room, you thought you’d get a break. wrong. the moment you sat on the couch, nagi sprawled across your lap, long legs dangling over the side, head pillowed comfortably on your stomach. then your son came toddling over, climbing up onto the little sliver of space left, determined to wedge himself in.
“mama’s lap is mine!” he huffed, pushing at nagi’s side with his tiny hands.
“hey, don’t copy me,” nagi muttered, refusing to move and tightening his grip around your waist like a stubborn child.
“i copy you,” your son shot back smugly, puffing his cheeks in victory.
you looked between the two of them, their matching pouts making your head spin. it was like staring at a smaller, louder version of nagi arguing with the original. “see what you’ve created?” you glared at nagi over your son’s head.
“pretty cute, though,” nagi replied, utterly unbothered, even as your lap circulation slowly began to suffer.
errands were a whole new battlefield. dragging nagi out of the house was already hard enough, but with your son, it became a parade of clinginess. nagi shuffled along beside you, dragging his feet with a bored look, while your son waddled on your other side, clinging tight to your hand and swinging it back and forth.
“do i have to go?” nagi whined.
“yes.”
“me too?” your son parroted, looking up at you with big pleading eyes.
“yes, you too,” you said firmly.
at the grocery store, it got worse. nagi leaned heavily against the cart like he might collapse if he had to stand on his own, while your son sat inside with his arms folded across his chest, mimicking his dad’s pout. both of them gave you identical lazy stares as if shopping was the most exhausting thing in the world. passersby gave you sympathetic (or amused) looks—like you were wrangling not one child but two.
finally, bedtime rolled around again. you tried once more to settle your son into his room, tucking him under his blanket with kisses on his forehead. he smiled sleepily, promised to stay this time, and even hugged his plush a little tighter like he meant it. but by 2 a.m. you felt the mattress dip and a tiny body crawl between you and nagi again.
you opened your eyes just in time to see nagi, half-asleep, lifting the blanket to let him in like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“sei,” you whispered, watching your son curl against you with his plushie, sighing as his small fingers immediately latched onto your shirt again. “you’re spoiling him.”
“he just wants you,” nagi shrugged, his voice thick with sleep as he pulled you both closer with one arm. “same as me.”
“mama’s mine,” your son murmured into your chest, already halfway back to dreamland.
“no, mine,” nagi countered softly, pressing his face into your neck with the faintest smirk.
you sighed, trapped between your two velcro babies—one small, one oversized, both equally stubborn. exhausting? yes. overwhelming? definitely. but as their warmth surrounded you and their breathing evened out in sync, you realized you wouldn’t trade this for anything.
your life now was full of clinginess, mimicry, and a whole lot of patience. and honestly? it was perfect.
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cw⌇ oral f.receiving ◞ fingering
Nagi had never gone down on a girl before. He’d seen porn, sure, heard locker room stories, some good, some awful. The kind that made it sound like a gamble, too strong, too bitter, too wet, too weird. He never really understood the appeal. Seemed like effort, and effort wasn’t exactly his thing.
But this was different. You were different.
You were lying beneath him on his bed, bathed in soft moonlight, your shirt already pushed up, panties damp and clinging to your heat. Your thighs were spread just enough for him to fit between them, one of your hands buried in his messy hair, the other curled around his wrist.
“Are you sure?” you whispered, breathless.
Nagi blinked slowly, pupils blown wide. “Yeah,” he said, rougher than usual. “Wanna taste you.”
He didn’t sound cocky, rather curious and hungry. He kissed down your stomach, dragging his lazy tongue across your skin, hands settling on your hips like he needed something to ground him.
When he reached the waistband of your panties, he paused. With both hands, he tugged them down slowly. His breath hitched. You were already wet, glistening, flushed, and so warm he could feel the heat radiating off you before his mouth even touched you. And the smell wasn’t like he expected.
Not strong or weird or off-putting. It was sweet. Yeah, sweet and soft, and addictive. It made his head feel fuzzy.
He leaned closer, burying his face between your thighs with a curiosity that felt like compulsion. The first lick was tentative. One slow drag of his tongue from your dripping entrance up to your clit.
He stopped and froze. Then groaned. A real, guttural, needy sound from deep in his chest, like something inside him had just snapped.
He pulled back slightly, wide eyes blinking up at you like he was in a trance. “You taste…” he murmured. “Holy shit.”
Then he dove back in. Gone was the lazy hesitation. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders, spreading you wider as he licked you with long, hungry strokes, tongue swirling around your clit like he needed to memorize every inch of you.
Every lick was messier, deeper, filthier. He slurped noisily, moaning against your pussy as his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked just right. Your back arched.
“S-Sei—” you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.
He didn’t stop, or slowed down. His hips were grinding into the mattress, because he couldn’t take it either. Your thighs started to tremble, your moans coming quicker as his tongue moved faster, more confident with every second. He was fucking you with it now, licking into your core like a man starved, like he’d been missing this his whole life and had no idea.
You came on his tongue with a loud cry, your body shaking beneath him, and he didn’t let go. Not even for a second.
He kept going. Lapping up everything you gave him, groaning like he was drunk on your taste, like this was the greatest thing he’d ever experienced.
“Shit,” he whispered, pulling back, long enough to look up at you. His chin was slick, his hair wild, eyes glazed over. “You’re fuckin’ delicious. Can’t stop.”
You whimpered. He slid two fingers into you, and curled them just right as his mouth latched back onto your clit. You nearly screamed. Your hand flew over your mouth as your hips jerked against his face, but nagi didn’t stop. He moaned into you again, tongue flicking hard now, fingers fucking you deep and steady like he’d done this a hundred times. Like he was born to do this.
“You’re gonna come again,” he murmured into your folds, lips brushing your swollen clit. “C’mon, baby. Let me taste it.”
Your orgasm hit even harder this time. You cried out, hips lifting off the bed, thighs squeezing his head as he kept licking, sucking, working you through every wave until your body went limp beneath him.
Only then he slowed down he kissed your inner thigh gently - one, two, three times - before resting his cheek against it, eyes closing.
“Think I’m obsessed now,” he mumbled, smiling lazily against your skin.
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BLLK BOYS REACT TO "am I allowed...?" prank
contains rin , sae , reo , nagi , shidou
☆ into the night!
— a bllk fanfic // domestic fluff & smut with the bllk men.
synopsis: late nights with the blue lock men. pairing: afab!reader x aged up! rin itoshi, isagi yoichi, sae itoshi, oliver aiku, michael kaiser, nagi seishiro. cw: sub!men??? NOT PROOFREAD. domestic setting. contains mild somnophilia. lazy s*x. org*sms [male only]. thigh-f*cking. t*t-sucking. handj*b. dry-h*mping. c*ckwarming. subby men. d*bcon? pre-established consent. old m.list | new m.list
★ player 01: isagi yoichi!
you feel isagi slip into the covers behind you. the bedsheet under rustles, the cold engulfs you body for a quick second before he's covering you both up with blanket again. he smells of his bodywash, freshly out of the shower. as he wraps his arm around your waist, he is quick to nuzzle his face into your nape.