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boinin · 10 months

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Blue Lock Manga

After two weeks of creeping hysteria and stir-craziness redditors know what I mean, the scanlation for Chapter 222 (“Design”) has dropped. My usual new chapter rambling under the cut.

No mention of a break next week 🎉

Previous chapter analyses

1. Hiori finds his mojo (isagi. it's been isagi all along)

I had hoped best boi's ego would be linked to combating Ubers more so than Isagi, but alas, the harem of simps/rivals proved too compelling to pass on. This seems to be set-up for Noa to substitute Hiori on in place of Kurona once the three-minute star change is over. But until then...

It's been pointed out on the subreddit that Isagi looks particularly good in that first panel. I would like to raise that Hiori is going doki-doki for Himsagi-kun in the second.

Guys, they know who they're appealing to with this manga. On that point...

2. Soccer Dad Star Showdown

Blue Lock!! Where one half of the fandom are here for the world-class ball keeping techniques and the other half of the fandom are here for... the world-class ball keeping techniques 😏 Guess what camp I'm in?

The effect normal panels of Snuffy and Noa have on me. Guess I have a kink for competent football dads 🤷 /s Chris Prince and Lavinho could never.

Anyway, Snuffy hits the pitch hot and doesn't let BM catch a break. I really enjoyed his and Noa's face off. As much chaos as Lavinho and Prince caused during the two previous matches, Snuffy strikes me as a far bigger threat in terms of dismantling BM's defence (and showing up Noa). It takes BM's two most talented forwards to see off the shot Snuffy sets up for Barou. At the end of the chapter, as Ubers regroup to take on BM's defence again, I have a sinking feeling Snuffy's going to win this confrontation. And perhaps he should. What's rational exactly about a team at war?

Unashamed thirst screenshot of Snuff. This one is really cool, didn't have time to clean it, but it looks bomb ✨ He's so threatening yet friendly? Realest of the bunch.

3. Ness tries

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That's it.

Like for real. He runs in, doesn't touch the ball, gets read to filth by a fifteen year old, and isn't seen again in this chapter.

When are we going to see some magic from the magician?

It's high time for Ness (as a professional player) to get his head in the game. This is the guy that outperformed everybody but Kaiser in the original BM stamina and technique test. He's subservient to his emperor, but even then, how is he this lacklustre?

Since Noa only cares about numbers, it seems like Ness is here to stay... but it sure is frustrating.

4. Superbowl: Kaiser V Barou V Isagi

This is my favourite panel this week. Clock the auras: puzzles, thorned vines and lightning collide at last. Dope. I'm still new to colouring, so I'm not touching this one, but I can't WAIT to see what someone with serious skill does with it 🔥🔥🔥

It's refreshing to see Kaiser get worked up over someone other than Isagi. Got to spread the frustration, right?

Prediction tracker

(alternatively: how wrong can one nerd be week to week?)

Last time, I predicted: I think Snuffy's MO will be to set up a goal for Barou, while knocking Kaiser and Isagi down a peg. I hope he synergises with Lorenzo! Noa will be man marking Snuffy, but might get time to do some Isagi coaching while he's out there, who knows?

So far so good, right? I think this prediction will carry over into the next chapter. I'll caveat one thing: Isagi and Kaiser's backs must ache from carrying both the offence and defence of Bastard Munchen. They're the only BM players that aren't part of the circus as of the end of this chapter. Raichi, Yukimiya, Mensah and Birkenstock found dead in a ditch /s

I predict Barou will score the next goal, with Lorenzo providing an assist. Then Noa will make a substitution with the aim of countering Lorenzo and Ubers in the final play of the game...

Four chapters ago (chp 218), I predicted: As for who’ll be the true game changer? Said it already, but if Hiori’s not getting subbed on for our newly christened royal trash!Ness in the next five chapters, I’ll eat my hat. 🐑

Have a funny feeling he'll get subbed in the chapter after next. If I'm decided a clown by chp 223, watch the egg on my face get cooked by chp 224. I don't think Ness is getting subbed out at this point.

Until next time! 😋👒

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fific7 · 2 years

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White Wedding Pt 2

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: Alpha/Omega/Soulmate AU, based on Billy Idol’s song of the same name. This does not follow canon, it’s mainly Logan lemon zest 🍋 because the world always needs more Logan.

Summary: James has agreed to retire, leaving Logan and Juliet in charge of Delos. But there is one major condition attached… will Logan find it to be a deal-breaker?

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults*. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please use protection, let’s be careful out there.

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(My Photo Edit)

It's a nice day to start again

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again

Hey little sister, who is it you're with

Hey little sister, what's your vice and wish

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Logan lifted his head, a huge smile on his face, and looked along the length of his … willing?… bed partner’s body. He was having the time of his damn life.

She seemed compliant, so she must be willing… right? Apart from when her hips jerked up when he first licked her, she’d lain there without struggling and the only thing he’d heard were some very soft, low moans as he slowly got his mojo back, enthusiastically licking her then sucking at her clit.

He vaguely heard the footsteps behind him, and groaned. That fucking Beta. “Mr Delos,” he heard. He steadfastly ignored her and continued thrusting his tongue into the honeypot his lips were currently sucking on.

The honeypot which had grown steadily wetter since the second his tongue was inside it. And he was very much her willing honeybee.

“Mr Delos!” Now she was almost shouting.

He momentarily paused, growling at her without looking up that no way had 15 minutes already gone past, before resuming his enthusiastic efforts.

“Mr Delos… twenty minutes have now gone past. Please stop!... now.”

He planted his hands even more firmly into the soft flesh he was currently holding onto and with a dissatisfied groan, stood up.

“Okay, okay… not touching, see?” and waggled his hands at her, jazz-style. He stepped closer to the Beta and she hastily backed off.

He continued in a determined tone, “I want her. How do I go about this, now?”

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As if you were deep in some kind of trippy-like dream, you heard these words of his, sounding like they were coming from far, far away.

“I want her. How do I go about this, now?”

What?! your brain screamed, continuing immediately with ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod… you had been trafficked, you must’ve been!! What other explanation could there be for the strange, awful situation you found yourself in?

Which also very annoyingly included you lying there feeling like a deep pool of over-stimulated nerve endings. Needy for more… and wet as the ocean itself. You vowed to take a whole handful of those damn inhibitors when you got back to your apartment.

“Please follow me to our CEO’s office,” the Beta had replied to him, “…and all the arrangements will be finalised. You will be able to take her with you today.”

“Excellent,” you heard his deep voice reply, and it now sounded like he was almost purring, “lead the way.” Now he didn’t sound sulky at all, in fact there was an edge of excitement in his tone.

Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod……. NO! this can’t be happening. It can’t be. Your doped up brain struggled to comprehend what was going on.

You heard the Suite door open and close, and then there were two pairs of hands on you… unclamping the wrist and ankle restraints, pulling the sheets off you. Your eyes screwed up involuntarily… the light in the room, while muted, was still too bright for your suddenly sensitive eyes. Your yoga pants were put back on you and you were encouraged to stand up, before being led into a large shower room at the back of the Scenting Suite.

You were handed some shampoo and shower gel, told to undress and shower. This you did, hoping that it would help clear your head somewhat. Your mind began racing as you stood naked below the warm rainfall shower.

Trying to figure out just what these psycho LPV people were up to.

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Logan shook the Alpha female CEO’s hand, noting how her eyes roamed over his tall figure, and gave an involuntary small shudder. He’d made sure never to hook up with one of these crazy women again after an early and pretty disturbing experience with one of them.

She indicated two chairs over by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he settled into one of them. Once she’d seated herself, she sent a predatory smile his way, “So.. Mr Delos. You’ve chosen our Platinum Omega, I hear?”

He nodded, “Yes. I need a wife and damn quick. She seems to be the perfect solution to my little… problem.”

“Well, it’s an excellent choice if I do say so myself. She’s never been claimed, never been scented or sampled before you did today…. all virgin territory for you.” He knew she’d noticed the way his lips parted and his tongue ran over his bottom lip when he’d heard those words. He could still taste her. Goddamn. He needed a moment, shifting uncomfortably in the chair, subtly adjusting his trousers.

She side-eyed him, “What do you know about Platinum Omegas?” He shrugged, “Almost nothing. Just that they are - to quote your employee - the elite of the elite?” She smiled, “Exactly that, Mr Delos. And super rare. She’s the only one we’ve had in here for about a decade. Platinums are exactly the same as other Omegas… but… just extra in every sense. They are more beautiful, more fertile, more intelligent, more highly sexed…” Logan raised an eyebrow. “You will find this out,” she smirked, “she will not be… umm… unavailable to you outside of her heat.” She smirked again, “They are also not particularly submissive like some Omegas, so I hope you are prepared for that?”

Logan smirked right back, “I’m getting more intrigued by the moment. And more than looking forward to getting to know my Platinum. What is her name?” She told him. And he pondered for a second, before commenting, “A beautiful name… for a beautiful? .. lady.” “You will find out very shortly, Mr Delos.”

The CEO then clapped her hands lightly, startling him out of his daydream. “Let’s get down to business.” She lifted a sleek tablet from the coffee table which sat between them. “Could you just…. right index finger and then your left ring finger, please.”

Logan applied the two fingers she mentioned, one after the other, to the scanning boxes on the screen. He heard two small bleeps, she smiled and closed down the tablet, placing it back on the coffee table.

“Okay… it was as easy as that, Mr Delos. Pleasure doing business…” she stood and held out her hand for him to shake.

A Beta appeared as if from nowhere and the CEO gave him one last smile as he was led to an adjoining room. There was a large two-way mirror with a large plush armchair in front of it. “Please make yourself comfortable, Mr Delos. Everything will be finalised very shortly.”

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When you stepped out of the shower, hanging next to it was a long flowing white linen dress, with some lacy lingerie looped over the hanger and a pair of sleek white high-heeled shoes below it. Your own clothes had vanished. Sighing heavily, your still sluggish brain supposed that you were to put these on. Would they even fit?

The bra was a balcony style contraption, pushing your breasts together and up. You eye-rolled, thinking that it must be guys who designed these things because anyone with actual breasts would know that they were in fact instruments of torture. The underwear was a thong. Great, just great, now you’d also be walking around with that uncomfortably crammed up your ass-crack. Once you’d levered yourself into the lingerie, you pulled on the linen maxi, liking the way the thin straps lay on your shoulders and the loose but still clinging fabric draped your figure. It was fairly low cut but not overly so, showing just a hint of the swell of your breasts below.

Slipping on the heels, you took a look in the full-length mirror which was fixed to the shower room door, and laughed. You looked like you were going to a music festival. All you needed was a headband and a stack of bangles. And no doubt exactly how your mother may have dressed at some point.

A pang of sadness floated to the surface of your consciousness about your parents, dead too soon in a car crash. You’d have been with them if you hadn’t been left with your aunt while your parents went on one of their ‘little adventures’. Which could last weeks if not months before they rolled back up to reclaim you. But that time, they hadn’t ever come back. Your aunt - who had willingly more or less singlehandedly brought you up at that stage - just lovingly made it 100% of the time without turning a hair, and you’d been so, so grateful to her.

You heard one of the Betas behind you, looking round the shower room door at you. “Please follow me to the CEO’s office.”

As you stood outside the imposing double doors of the office, you thought you felt another little sharp scratch at your neck but as your hand flew up behind your hair and you quickly looked round, there was nothing there and the Beta had disappeared.

The doors opened, and the CEO Alpha female you’d met only once when you’d first arrived at LPV smiled widely at you. “Come in, come in…” she welcomed you, and guided you toward two chairs by the windows. Before you got there, she stayed you with a hand on your arm, turning you towards a large fireplace behind you, “Do you like my new antique mirror?” You looked at her like she was a fruit loop, but obediently looked at the huge mirror placed above the mantelpiece of the fireplace. It was very baroque, all golden bronze swirls and whatnot. Not your kinda thing, but you politely replied, “Oh yes, it’s … uhh.. stunning.”

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Logan gaped at the vision in front of him in the two-way mirror.

That was exactly what he’d been thinking.

His sense of excitement heightened even more.

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Once you’d finally been able to sit in one of the chairs by the window, the CEO picked up a tablet from the coffee table and said, “You won’t mind just quickly checking in for me, would you?”

This was standard practice when you were moving around the compound. No doubt some kind of Big Brother tracking system, you thought, cynicism rife. Keep an eye on the little girlies, let’s make sure we’ve always got them locked down. And while you appreciated the safety, security and peace of LPV, sometimes its procedures were just freaking annoying and frankly intrusive too. Like.. who has to scan their fingerprint when they use their own damn bathroom?!

Mentally eye-rolling, you nevertheless held up your right index finger and placed it against the box on the screen, however as you leant back in your chair the CEO said, “Oh… sorry! As you’re in my private office, there’s a second element of security. Another random finger swipe.” She reached over and made a show of deciding which finger, before grabbing your left ring finger and pressing it without delay onto a second box.

She released your finger and tapped something on the screen, the tablet gave out a few confirmatory bleeps and she closed it down, turning to you with a beaming smile.

“Well!” she lightly clapped her hands and you jumped, vaguely remembering she’d done that when you’d met her the first time too. She said your name, reaching across the coffee table and taking your hand, “It’s been a pleasure having you here the past couple of years, you know. Platinums like you are so rare nowadays and we’ve been so happy to keep you safe and away from the mainstream for that short amount of time.”

A cold finger of fear ran right down your spine. You knew what a “Goodbye and good luck” speech sounded like.

Your eyes widened, and you heard yourself stutter, “B-but I’ve paid for 10 years… you… I can’t..” before your mouth gave up working,

She patted your hand. “It’s your time, you know. Time to procreate and keep that line of Platinums in existence. And time for me to congratulate you… because you just got married. Congratulations and all the very best to you in your future life!”

You leapt out of your seat, ripping your hand away from hers. “What… did you say?” Surprisingly you heard your voice and it wasn’t a frightened squeak… which is absolutely what you were vibing… but a low, menacing hiss.

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Logan watched his new wife’s hot-as-hell reaction to the news of their wedding, and his head involuntarily fell back against the chair back.

He couldn’t believe how hard he was. After months… months… of no action down below, none at all… his spirits now soared.

Truth be told, that had been the main - and highly secret - reason that he’d been so opposed to the instant wedding thing when his dad had sprung it on him.

Old Logan would’ve nodded “yeah whatever”, flipped his dad off, married some stupid rich bitch then left her alone in their big mansion while he went out on the town with numerous side pieces of whatever flavour.

New Logan… ahhh, different matter. After all the substance abuse, and the long stint in rehab while he dried out, got weaned off the powders and pills, and navel-gazed for weeks on end, he’d begun to think his dick was broken. Like, permanently broken. It just didn’t work any more. He’d tried masturbating, had watched so much porn and looked at so many sex sites online that he’d actually got bored with them, sat watching the real-life California girls in their micro-bikinis on the beach at Malibu. He’d taken STD tests in case he’d somehow picked up any nasties along the way, although he always used a condom. Clean as a whistle.

No. Nope. Nada. Not even a twitch. Not a flicker of interest.

And that was a big problem for a man like Logan Delos, Playboy Supreme and known for sticking his dick into any available and willing orifices he could find, on a regular basis. He knew he had a manwhore rep… and he kinda liked it.

But now… imagine he hooked up with someone and they started spreading the word around that Logan Delos couldn’t get it up? He felt his face heat up even as the thought raced through his mind.

So he’d stayed away from everyone. Went out for meals and drinks, sure, but at the end of the night?… the date was put in a cab and sent home, sight unseen. Or sight unfucked, he should say.

Logan Delos had been an actual freaking monk for the last however many months.

Now though… fondly he looked down at the tent in his trousers.

Logan Jr was back in town! And ready to rock n’ roll.

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She looked up at you calmly as you stood there, quivering with fear and anger pulsing through your veins. Shecan’tdothis shecan’tdothis shecan’tdothis! Can she? a little voice at the back of your mind questioned.

“You signed up for this in your contract, my dear,” she explained, as if speaking to a recalcitrant child. “I never.. no I didn’t!” you yelled, and her mouth formed a little moue of disapproval. She sighed, picking up the tablet once more and tapping some words into a search field. She scrolled through a document which had loaded onto the screen before handing it over to you to read.

There was that clause you hadn’t ever liked right from the word go, about the scenting and sampling. But now it was longer, a few lines longer.

“If you are chosen by an Alpha after a scenting/sampling session, you hereby agree to live with or be married to your Alpha in perpetuity. You hereby agree to have sex with him in any way he wishes and whenever he wishes, and you hereby agree to procreate with him, as often as he requires. You hereby agree to obey your Alpha in all things.”

And there was your signature, right on the line underneath it. They’d wanted you to sign this particular paragraph on its own in addition to the overall contract, which you’d also signed.

You looked up at her, horrified. “You… you complete bitch! You hid those lines from me on the original contract! I would never have agreed to this if I’d known! Never!”

She smirked at you, “You’re mistaken, dear. The whole paragraph was visible throughout the signing session. You must’ve been so flustered by the scenting/sampling issue that you omitted to read the full thing.” She whipped the tablet back from you, searching for another document before showing you that too. It was a marriage certificate, stating that you and a Logan … Delos?… were legally married in the state of California today. 10 minutes ago.

You could feel your shoulders droop in defeat. “I can’t believe you’ve done this to me. I want to go back to my apartment and think about this.” She shook her head, “Not possible, I’m afraid. You will go to your new husband’s house today, in fact…” she looked at her Patek Phillippe wristwatch, “…you’ll be leaving in 15 minutes. Your clothes and possessions are already packed and in his SUV.”

You tilted up your chin aggressively, “And what about the balance of the money I paid to stay here? I want it back!” She shook her head. “No, dear. That.. and a very generous donation from Mr Delos… will go towards us carrying on with our worthy and philanthropic cause at LPV. To shield and preserve Omegas so they can procreate and continue the genes. If we hadn’t kept you safe here, you… a Platinum Omega.. would’ve been scooped up by some low-life, put in a baby farm and your genes would’ve been so diluted, they’d never have carried forward. Now, you have a handsome, rich husband - a Dark Alpha - who has a very high sex drive ..so he should be able to handle you, dear. Don’t think we haven’t noticed just how many inhibitors you take, even when you don’t have to. You will have gorgeous children, one or more of whom may be pure Platinum, pure Dark or an exciting mix of Dark and Platinum. Such a child could eventually rule the world. We have done you such a big favour, my dear… and one day you will realise that.”

Her talk of genes and suchlike made you distinctly uneasy, and wondered if in a previous life she’d happened to be a supporter of a horrible little guy who’d sported an equally horrible little toothbrush moustache.

You wanted to reply and tell her exactly where to stick her ‘big favour’ but your eyelids began to droop. Your last conscious thought was that they really knew how to get their dope doses right on the money… enough time for you to digitally sign the marriage certificate then BOOM… out like a light.

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Logan drove a lot more carefully than usual up the PCH, his precious cargo asleep in the back seat. He’d been more than a little perturbed when they’d carried her out, already unconscious and placed her in his SUV.

He’d looked at the Beta who seemed to have been designated as his minder until he was off the premises. “Uhhh.. mind telling me exactly what I’m to tell the cops when they pull me over for speeding on the way home and find out I’ve got an unconscious female in my back seat?”

The Beta stared straight ahead, “You tell them the truth, Mr Delos, and show them your marriage certificate. Law enforcement in this state are all aware of the services LPV provides and you will have no issues. Oh…” now she did look at him, “…and don’t speed.”

He grunted, irritated, thinking “nobody likes a smartass”…totally ignoring the fact… of course… that he was the biggest of big smartasses himself.

He felt like a kid again with a shiny new toy, a toy he didn’t know how to work yet. What did he do when he got her home? Move her right into his bedroom and his bed? She was his wife after all. Legally and all that shit. He could stop the car and take her right now if he wanted to and she couldn’t object. Or could she?

Uneasily, his mind went back to her protestations in the CEO’s office. They hadn’t pulled the wool over her eyes, had they? She said she didn’t know anything about the marriage section on that paragraph, and the CEO said she did. Who was gaslighting who? He really didn’t know, and to be honest it wasn’t really his problem. They were legally married - she’d signed off on that clause on the original contract and her fingerprints were scanned onto the marriage certificate so hey, no problem, right?

He hadn’t been able to hear what the CEO had said to her right before her fingers were scanned, however he’d seen both fingers being scanned… willingly… onto that document. So, hey MS Platinum.. deal with it.

And give it up for your new husband.

Logan’s dark eyes closed for a second before reopening, a glint of excitement in them.

He couldn’t fucking wait.

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