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katasstrophy · 1 year
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Bruh Nagi being buff as hell after Manshine's training 🥰🥰🥰
sammy you deadass bout to make me objectify this man on main SO BAD this has been running something of a small marathon in my head so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 pls accept my humble word vomit
cw. [n]sfw. mdni. pro player! nagi + aged-up characters. bit of body worship(?) you ride his abs. nipple play (m. receiving). subby nagi (but he's actually a switch >:) + some fluff bc he's so baby :(
note. a bit rambly oop soz it’s bc i went insane. i describe how he looks like to ME (re: hot as fuck) but i guess y'all can read it too hehe<3
1.4k words -> how could you ever hope to keep your hands to yourself when nagi's body looks like that.
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i feel like unless you have prior knowledge of the fact that nagi is a pro athlete, from a cursory glance, your first thought upon seeing him wouldn’t be “hmm i bet that dude is built like a brick house.” it doesn’t help that nagi’s basically the unofficial king of athleisure — his closet’s chockfull of loose-fitting hoodies and sweats. he barely owns anything else besides those monochrome hooded tracksuits (and sportswear for practice, i guess he’d need some of that too lol) because he claims it’s the only outfit that gives him unlimited access to just lounge about basically anywhere he pleases. it’s what he genuinely finds to be the most comfortable style for him as well. but if you’re fortunate enough to get a peak underneath the layers of baggy clothes? dear god nagi’s built like a fever dream. amen you’ll eat so good then he’s a whole ass feast. 
i’m gonna brazenly speak my truth here so don’t come for me >:( but! from what you’d consider to be “a typical footballer’s physique”, purely from that perspective, nagi’s legs are… not that impressive. his stagnant motivation has much improved ever since he committed to making a career out of soccer, but that doesn’t mean his slacker tendencies haven’t followed suit. don’t get me wrong, he still puts his all into every game so his legs are still very much capable of making your mouth water, but you won’t catch him sprinting up and down the field at full speed if he can help it. packed with lean muscle, his thighs are thick, calves well-defined with a few bold veins thinly zigzagging down the taut skin like a lightning strike on the occasion you happen to catch him after a particularly gruelling conditioning session. but compared to some of his teammates whose legs seem to be carved from iron, he’s a bit.. overshadowed.
it’s a fairly similar story with his arms. (i promise i’m not just talking shit lol i could NEVER my poor meow meow it’s gonna get so hot in a second i swear just bear with me!!!) again, it’s most definitely a drool-worthy sight. the stretch of his arms is long and sinewy, rolling with a set of generous biceps that flutter under the gentle scrap of your fingerpads and nails when he (totally intentionally) flexes the swell of muscle there. in his profession, he mostly uses his arms for balance and to create distance between himself and his opponents. buried in his private nook back home, he has a tendency to hold his phone above his head while playing mobile games — that blissfully only rarely come crashing down on his face — but his unrivalled favourite will, of course, always be enveloping you in his arms <3 
nagi’s not the most expressive person, but his subtle social cues become much easier to pick up on whenever he’s sleepy, which let’s be honest is almost always. he’s in dire need of a snuggle in those moments and not only loves, but craves being close to you physically, his face a canvas of huffy evidence of what a Big Deal this is to him if you learn to read the hidden hints (it’s a pursed, pouty frown nine times out of ten he ain’t slick lmfao). he kind of regards your presence as his “recharging station” what a cringe fail soggy loser man i adore him with my whole heart 🥹 his lanky limbs will snake around you with the security of a vine until you’re all cosy and wrapped up in each other, his hold bearing enough strength to not budge against any playful escape tactics you might attempt — at least not until he decides he’s had his fair share of quality snuggle time with you. 
nagi’s a practical man, however — the world doesn’t call him a lazy genius for nothing. for these, albeit lovely, purposes, he determined there’s absolutely no need to overexert himself by lifting weights to buff up his arms. he can get by just fine! there are definitely more jacked arms out there i’m sorry :(
but here’s the kicker. nagi’s tall. you could even say he’s huge — he’d tower over most people if he actually straightened his posture for once. so his muscle mass kind of stretches out a bit… unevenly throughout his body. he does have muscle mass though, plenty of it, actually, and he needs only to do one tiny little thing to remind you of it: lift his shirt up. 
it’s a subconscious, everyday thing for nagi to toy with the hem of his cotton tees. his fingers often grow restless if they’re just lying about, so playing with the material of his clothes is not only stupidly ready at hand but also helps to soothe the itch brimming along his fingers to do something with them. in the process, you’re rewarded with glimpses of his stomach often when he involuntarily ends up exposing the skin clinging to those hard planes. but what’s objectively worse for your sanity is when nagi comes trudging into the kitchen to ease his thirst. he never bothers with a glass from the cupboard, just swoops down to drink from the open tap, his adam’s apple bopping rhythmically as he swallows. there’s water coating his lips when he rises, a few droplets still running down his chin that he tugs on the ends of his t-shirt to lazily wipe away. it’s an innocent endeavour to him, but a sinful display for you, as it essentially shows off his entire, deliciously shaped midriff. nagi might slack off in other areas, but his core strength is insane. his torso is like a gift from the heavens, chiselled after the image of their gods and heroes. don’t even get me started on his abs.
because i cannot stress enough how perfect nagi’s abs are for grinding your sweet, drooling little cunny on :( the ridges of muscle packed together at his abdomen are firm, but twitch almost uncontrollably when you slowly drag your cunt up and down the sculpted slabs of his stomach that bump against your poor, swollen clit in a way that makes you delirious. your thighs bracket his waist as you move, his waist that is so trim and almost tiny compared to the broad stretch of his shoulders. you can feel the coarse, light hair of his happy trail graze against your bare ass, leading to his heavy, stirring cock still confined in his sweats for now as you continue to leisurely rut your pussy down his abs, leaving a slick mess behind. the hard cut of his v-line is so prominent a thin contour of shadow clings to the underside of it.
nagi wishes desperately that he could help you, that he could sink his fingers into the plush of your skin and push you down along his abdomen to accelerate your high, dictate a more intense pace for you by his hands and make you take it, but he’s too busy being a moaning, blubbering mess underneath you to take initiative. his large palm lies dormant at your waist, the other tangled in his snowy, sweaty bangs so he doesn’t miss even a blink of the intoxicating vision you present above him. he’s drunk on every salacious sound that comes tumbling from your lips, every wanton contortion of your gorgeous face as the lewd squelching of your pussy fills his ears. his defined chest is flushed red from arousal, shuddering with shaky exhales as he all but devours the sight of you — he thinks you using him for your own pleasure is so fucking hot. 
if you want to turn him into an utter wreck, whining like a bitch in heat, please please play with his nipples :( paw at his pecs all needy first, ‘n don’t be afraid to grip the flesh with the blunt of your nails. he’ll mewl about it, but you only need to shush and praise him, tell him how good he looks like this for you and he’ll behave. pinch at the pretty pink of his pebbled nipples, gently circle his areola with your tongue, sucking on the bud and nagi will lose his mind, might even cum untouched :( but that’s okay because he’s so turned on his refractory period is barely an issue, he’ll sink into your tight, sloppy walls in one go and fuck you absolutely senseless on his cock. it’s all you can do to scramble for purchase with your trembling fingers, marking up the milky expanse of his broad back and mouthing at his collarbones to stifle your near pornographic keens and cries as he mercilessly splits you open.
in conclusion nagi seishiro is built like a wet dream and i want him carnally </3
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noel-noa · 2 years
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Idk if you saw me and bib talking in the discord about it but I'm bringing it here
We think that Marc deserves to get pegged and that he enjoys it<3
Wanna write a few words about itsnzjsjzkdnxnxb
cw : smut, marc snuffy x reader , pegging
okay so it will probably goes like this,
your boyfriend is tired from playing matches all around the world so when he gets home your number one priority is to make him feel good because he deserves it.
when he came home you littered his face with kisses, not giving him a moment to settle down.
"baby, hold up- oh!" he yelped when you suck that sweet spot of his.
"you like it? I know you do"
you answered before attacking his neck again. he moaned, clearly he enjoyed it and yes you being aggressive like this turned him the hell on but seriously he doesnt even get a moment to shower yet.
"i love it, but i havent even shower yet-"
you cut him quickly with a kiss on his lips, before trailing a finger down to his chest.
"well we can take a shower first together, or we can take a shower later. either way you are getting fucked all night mister and there is no way you are getting out of it"
marc was too flustered to reply your bold statement, you use that moment to start undressing him out of his clothes and when he is bare naked you push him down on the bed before climbing on top of him.
"all you gotta do tonight is relax honey, let me take care of you"
and theres the quick drabble marc snuffy agenda what do you think? does this satisfy you?😣😣😣
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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those tiktoks that are like “using my scary dog privilege to walk alone at night” but when you turn your phone the scary dog is just your insanely ripped and a little fucked in the head pro athlete boyfriend shidou ryusei<3
cheeky bastard wears a white muscle tank that clings to every sculpted crevice of his body, so flimsy you can see his nipples poking at the fabric even under the weak blare of the yellow streetlights. flexes his rippling biceps at you on purpose so the camera can catch the well defined veins running up his tan skin (WHORE) before tilting his head to side and flashing a predatory smile that leaves you with goosebumps forming in its wake, a toothpick rolled between his all white supermodel teeth until it catches on the curve of his slightly fanged canine.
and your followers may think, what a nice little detail, that the magenta of his irises matches the color of the choker resting all pretty and inviting on his jugular, but you know better<3 know it serves more as a collar you tug on as you take your personal little demon - your feral hellcat - on his daily walk. know it serves as a life line you dig your desperate, shaking fingers into, not caring if your nails scratch, because you know ryusei gets off on the sting of the angry red lines you mark his throat with when he unleashes himself on top of you.
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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This and shidou and date night need i say more?
—𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓'𝐒
cw. SMUT. MDNI! fem! reader. exнιвιтισиιѕм (the tiddies are out). fιngєяιng. pet names (babydoll + baby). one (1) cheeky ass slap. implied nιρρℓe play. implied violence. window fυ¢кιng. it's shidou — he's horrible and fucked in the head! // this man does truly nasty delulu things to my brain chemistry.
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oh my GOD you better hope and pray that shidou doesn’t find out how easily he could just have that sexy little dress off your figure in a matter of seconds with a clever twist of his fingers because he will use it to his advantage. shamelessly. in public. he does not care.
he distracts you thoroughly by pawing at the meat of your thighs with his greedy fingers where the silver chains dangle, only to untie the flimsy black straps resting at the back of your neck when you least except it, exposing your bare chest to the cool air outside and everyone else watching in your proximity, but most importantly, exposing you to him. he doesn’t get to leer at your gorgeous pair of tits for long, however, as you scramble to quickly cover some of your modesty with your hands, a horrified gasp falling from your lips as the front of your dress continues to uselessly pool around your waist.
and shidou, like the absolute scummy bastard he is, has the audacity to whine in protest, mind far away from thinking of how to help you cover up and more leaning towards prying your fingers away from your breasts so he can see your pretty, peddled nipples again, maybe lean down and even suck on them a lil’, he’s generous like that.
“ryusei, what the actual fuck? we’re in public, you fucking cockroach!” you snarl, your eyes blazing like the gates of hell. the sight makes shidou’s cock stir in his pants. how he adores it when you get mouthy with him.
“aw, c’mon, babydoll. i haven’t seen your tits since this mornin’, you can’t fault me for wanting another looksie. i even stood before ya so the others wouldn’t see. aren’t i a gentleman?”
his grin is sharp and feral like the slash of a scythe as shidou licks his lips, like the air tastes sugary just from soaking in your embarrassment and heated cheeks. he means every word he says.
you resist the urge to tell him you want to castrate him for sport. knowing him, it’d just make him hornier.
“you’re seriously fucked in the head,” you spit at him instead, squaring your shoulders and spinning around to locate the bathroom and fix yourself up with as much dignity as you can muster in your vulnerable state.
“babydollll,” he giggles after you, all lulls and foreboding. “don’t be like that! ya should’a double knotted.”
to stick it to him, you make sure to quadruple knot the straps of your dress lest he gets any more brilliant ideas of undressing you for everyone to fucking see — a decision shidou makes you regret a couple hours later when he drags you back to his sky-rise penthouse, shoving you up against his floor to ceiling, crystal clear windows, rucking your dress up to sink his thick, unforgiving fingers into your tight heat until your knees buckle from the onslaught of pleasure.
“ryu-seiii,” you hiccup, completely out of it but hungry for more of his punishing touch. “please, uh, i need more, touch me more.”
shidou has the tells of your body mapped out and committed to memory, knows that by now your cute, puffy nipples that you denied him from looking at and feeling up earlier to his twisted heart’s content must be sore and aching for his attention, so he coos at you, void of any sympathy, reminding you this could have all been avoided if you would have just showed your breasts to him earlier like the good little angel you usually were for him.
it’s not like he would’ve let anyone escape without two bulging black eyes if they dared to stare at what was his.
“you know i’d love to play with your tits, babydoll. but i just can’t reach ‘em ‘cause of y’re naughty—” shidou brings his palm down on your exposed asscheeks, your yelp at the sting of his slap drowned out by the lewd squelching of your arousal as he pumps three fingers in and out of you like he hates you. “—little dress of yours. shouldn’t’ve made so many knots, hm? if you untie your handy-work i might reconsider thoouugghh.”
your trembling fingers scramble to the back of your neck again, almost clawing at the neat, sturdy knots you made only hours before out of retaliation, desperate for your sadistic boyfriend to pinch and and abuse your nipples just the way you like it until the flesh is raw and tender.
but when the dress finally slips off you yet again, shidou only pushes you more harshly against the glass, squishing the fat of your breasts into the cold, hard planes, chuckling cruelly as you thrash helplessly in his iron hold while he shimmies out of his pants.
“no, ryu, please, you promised. you promised to play with me mmmf—”
as much as he adores you being mouthy, as shidou shoves his fingers coated with your slick into your mouth until he hears you gag, he thinks it’s time you learned a lesson.
“sshhh, baby. you’ve already been bad today, so be good f’me now, yeah? time to put on a real show.”
then he’s bottoming out in your sloppy cunt in one brutal thrust, fucking you within an inch if your life as you writhe and sob on his suffocating fingers until your mixed juices trickle down your legs and soak into the expensive carpet, putting on a show to any lucky by-walker who happens to peer up at your debauched lovemaking.
because shidou does love you. so much. just like the cockroach you called him — ugly, incessant, and indestructible.
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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nsfw, mdni! || shidou ryusei who’s so fucking consumed by you he tattoos your name along the hard V line of his pelvis<3 so when he looks down at your greedy little hole eagerly swallowing his thick cock he’s reminder that you’re branded all over him, making him want to lose the reins of his control and fuck his load into you right then and there<3
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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Y'know how everyone keeps calling chigiri princess? Imagine ruining the nickname for him because you keep using it while fucking his brains out, and now whenever someone calls him princess, all he can think of is you 💦💦
cw. [n]ѕfω. mdni! slight exнiвiтiσniѕм (his teammates can hear you fucking). αnαℓ fingering (m. receiving). mention of ρegging. spit. use of pet name (princess + slut once). dom + kinda mean reader. // literally don’t know what came over me as i wrote this this is so messy bye.
HELP i’m not even that much of a chigiri girlie but i just know he’d be so into this. this man loves to pamper himself, so if it’s you who does the pampering while he can just sit back and enjoy it, or even better, take all you have to give him <3 he’s on cloud nine. only problem now is that he has to develop the blandest poker face in existence for when his teammates still throw the nickname at him, so they don’t catch on to all the obscene scenes replaying in his head from last night when he whimpered all wanton and pretty for you sobs :((
bonus if he somehow forgot to make it clear to you that you’re not the only one who calls him princess, and you happen to randomly find out one day when you come to pick him up from practice and overhear his teammates teasing him. safe to say you’re less than happy about this discovery and plan to make it abundantly clear where you stand on the matter :((
“so you just let anyone under the sun call you princess, huh, hyoma? don’t they know i’m the only one who can call you that? that you’re my pretty little princess? maybe i should let them hear just how sweet you moan for me, hm?”
chigiri’s instantly so hard in his practice shorts that leave barely anything to the imagination, cockhead leaking a steady trail of pre cum. how can he not, when you basically conditioned him to be a needy mess at your mercy when the sinful curves of your lips mouth the word princess.
but you don’t plan on touching his pretty, flushed cock today when you drag him into the women’s locker room that shares a thin wall with the men’s where his teammates are still changing - this is a punishment, after all. poor chigiri is left to pathetically thrust the air, his painfully throbbing dick chasing stimulation that’s simply not there. you ungracefully bend him over the bathroom sink to lewdly spread his ass, spitting on his quivering hole that’s still a little stretched from how hard you fucked into it last night.
chigiri can't help but yelp as you sink two fingers into the tight ring of muscles, steadily easing them in, pumping the digits into his ass until he can take it to your knuckles and then to the brim. but once he’s prepped, all semblance of compassion leaves your body as you build up a rapid pace, the saliva you spat between his cheeks as a lubricant squelching noisily from how hard you finger fuck him. and while chigiri fights to keep all his shameless keening at bay, your voice drips with faux-sympathy.
“come on, princess, you know i don’t like it when you hide your pretty sounds from me. open that slut mouth and let me hear. let them hear how you actually sound when someone calls your princess. you want to be good for me, no? i won’t stop playing with your ass until you cum. my princess, isn’t that right?”
chigiri’s far too gone to blabber more than a breathy “yes, yes, please” to you, common sense too clouded to keep quiet for his teammates who have gone strangely silent on the other side of the wall. he wants to cum so bad he’s humping your fingers in time with your brutal thrusts, the tension suddenly too much as his back arches, his orgasm shuddering through his body and hot, sticky ropes of his spend landing on the floor while he rides out his pleasure.
“there you go, such a good boy for me, hyoma. was that so hard now, princess?” 
and chigiri thinks no, of course it wasn’t :( he’d do it again and again without you so much as having to ask. you’re right, after all - he’s your princess, no one else’s, and it’s about time the others learned that <3
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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you know how shidou’s always drawn with these inky demon wings whenever he enters his flow state or does something absolutely monster level genius on the field?
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yeah these <3
what if. what if he got those wings tattooed on his back. intense black tendrils stretching along his entire broad frame and hugging the curve of his prominent shoulder blades, jagged dark lines continuing south along the expanse of hard muscle framing his spine, the pointy edge of the devilish wings ending low, low on his back, almost teasingly dipping past the waistband of his shorts worn even lower. i’m actually being so normal about this thanks for asking
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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just saw your post about shidou and wing tatts on his back and OH MY GODD I NEED HIM SO BAD</3
REKHA YOU AND ME BOTH GIRL!!!!! 😩😩😵‍💫😵‍💫 NGGGHHHHH i think about him all the time he haunts me he mAKES ME SICK!! IN THE HEAD!!!
you best believe i’m gonna make all his shirts disappear if he insists on acting so whoreish with that back tattoo 😤 i’m gonna objectify him in my own house sooooo bad
“dollface, have you seen my shirt?”
“hm? 🤔 which one babe?😇”
“all of them, angel. i can’t even seem to find one.”
“oh? how strange😌”
“a mystery.”
“truly.”
“y’re not even gonna offer to help me look for them?”
“oh i would but i’m just so busy you know maybe later :(”
but the bastard knows. of course he knows. so he forgoes even his otherwise still available hoodies and saunters around your shared home shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. makes sure to stretch his back muscles well and groan as it burns while he gives you a show that leaves you itching to jump him.
and when you can’t resist anymore, he makes you straddle him as he sinks you down on his cock, positioning your bodies in a way that lets you ogle his back muscles through the full length mirror in your bedroom – how they ripple and flex together with devil wing tattoos hugging every sculpted part of him as he bounces you up n down in his lap<3
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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ness is so i love the kind of woman who will actually just kill me to me. he can’t get it up if he’s not at least a little terrified of you.
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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Hear me out hear me outtttt!!
That Isagi fic where he won’t take off the bracelet reader made him but instead it’s Shidou and he refuses to take off the dog collar you bought him.✋🏼
Bonus points if reader is fucked up and calls Shidou, this feral ass dog, “puppy” or some cute shit like that. He will NOT be taking off that collar, no sir. And I think he would try and physically fight the refs if they even tried him. 😭
(the isagi fic in question) nonnie i am hearing you loud and clear this is GOLDEN lmfao. welcome to the sequel, “god, not this feral fucking ass dog again” i am actually about to lose it.
you bet your ass reader got him an actual dog collar too. didn’t have a smidge of consideration in them to drop a pretty penny on some cushy chocker at the sex shop — just sauntered into the pet shop on a regular tuesday and brought home the first pink dog collar they found. 
the cashier probably very innocently initiated small talk like “aw, what kind of breed are you buying for?” and reader just scoffed and casually dropped the nuclear bomb that “my boyfriend who needs to be put in his place.” they didn’t ask a single question for the rest of the day pls someone lock those two up 😭
shidou is, of course, expectedly elated about what was supposed to be a gag gift you’d strap on his neck real tight for a night of animalistic sex then shove in a drawer until the next time he decided to cross a line with you. gets all pouty like “sweet cheeks, did you forget the leash? how’ya supposed to take me on walks now, ah?” he is. sooooo messed up. you lovingly and messily stitch the words he bites <3 with hot pink yarn into the collar just to really sell the thing and shidou literally refuses to take it off anywhere he goes. he shows up to a promotional shoot with the collar on. runs errands for you while scandalising all of tokyo. posts a selfie with it on his socials with the captions ain’t no better engagement ring than this
so, inevitably, when football season rolls around again, everybody has to deal with the fact that shidou ryusei will not take off the pink dog collar he still routinely wears during sex, no matter what bullshit reason is presented to him. when anri finally musters up the courage to gently confront him about it, the bastard just claims it would ruin your engagement (which hadn’t actually happened yet but shidou knows you’re too psycho for anyone else. he’s the only one that can handle you <3) and the collar doesn’t lie. he does bite. so the refs on the field don’t even dare to breathe near his direction. blue lock boyfriends: 2, poor refs who didn’t fucking ask for this: 0.
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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so……. kaiser is definitely a hair grabber 🫣 how we feeling about that
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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at this point the only thing keeping me from openly admitting i want michael kaiser to fuck me brainless is that i imagine him trying to talk dirty to me in The German Language and my coochie immediately dries up
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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oliver aiku vs michael kaiser
who is the biggest manwhore
CHAR!! 😳😳🫣 cannot fucking BELIEVE you’re throwing the hottest debate in blue lock history ever on me like it’s nothing laizhsbdbdbxks PLSSSS this has been ruminating in my inbox.. for quite some time bc every time i look at it my fingers tremble in fear…. what if i answer wrong … the consequences would be devastating, dire, unacceptable, other very serious words (LOL sorry you have to suffer through 2am river she’s feeling quite loopy)
after very careful consideration and extensive calculations and a mount everestian pro and con list the answer is obviously oliver aiku oh my god mans is a SLUT through and through 😤
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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enemies to lovers but he’s obsessed because you sucked him off so good his dick still twitches at the mere thought of it and now he can’t stop thinking of getting his hands on you
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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blue lock fuckers i hear you. we all thought about being tag teamed by shidou and sae it’s *chefs kiss* incredible nasty and raunchy as hell but may i just offer the sinful little thought of being tag teamed by shidou and rin because holy fucking shit i think im gonna go mental and combust 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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it leaves me in physical pain that i’ll never get to experience the pleasure of grinding my fat ass against rin’s crotch in the tiniest mini dress while throwing it back n dancing my heart out not only because he wouldn’t be caught dead clubbing but also because mans has ZERO COORDINATION whatsoever in his limbs i’m actually in shambles over this 🫠🫠🫠
sae though … 👁👁 now that’s a completely different story i’m. he picked up a few things in spain is all i’m saying
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