Resource Post: Blue Lock Light Novel Translations
Volume 1: Isagi, Nagi and Bachira
Isagi part 1
Isagi part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)
Nagi part 1
Nagi part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)
Bachira part 1
Bachira part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)
Illustrations (sourced from Hoshi801_ and around the web)
Volume 2: Chigiri, Reo and Rin
Chigiri part 1
Chigiri part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)
Reo (full) (translated by 705point8)(deleted)
Reo (full) (translated by mzk_70)
Rin part 1
Rin part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)
Illustrations (sourced from Hoshi801_ and around the web)
Volume 3: Niko, Kunigami and Hiori
Niko (chapters 1 and 2)
Niko (chapter 3 and 4) (in progress)(translated by carbunnyra)
Kunigami part 1
Kunigami part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)
Hiori part 1
Hiori part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)
Illustrations (sourced from Hoshi801_ and around the web)
Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Lock or any of its characters. Blue Lock was created by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and Nomura Yusuke. The light novels were written by Moegi Momo. All rights belong to the publisher, Kodansha. These are fan translations of the original Japanese and distributed for entertainment only.
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Fisting | Shindou Yo x Reader
𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲
Kinktober masterlist.
I know fisting isn’t everyones cup of tea, but I couldn’t get the thought of Shindou fisting you while using his quirk out of my head so here you go.💕
Summary: Shindou loves finding new ways to pleasure you in the bedroom.
Pairing: Shindou Yo x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, PWP, fisting, Shindou uses his quirk on you, squirting, gapes, multiple orgasms.
Word Count: 1.5k.
“So fucking pretty like this, sweet girl.” Shindou hummed as he pumped three fingers in and out of your sloppy pussy. The squelch of your slick was prolific in the air but neither of you seemed to mind, the sound goading him on as he watched your hips roll to meet his thrusts, “Think you can take one more?”
You nodded obediently, ignoring the dull ache in your abdomen as you focused on the way his calloused pads dragged against your slick walls.
“Yeah? Think you can—” Shindou raised his pinky from where it was tucked against his palm to slide it into your wet cunt, groaning at how easily you sucked him in, “Good fucking girl. Would you look at that.”
Shindou curled his fingers at the knuckle to press against the spongy spot inside you as you gasped in pleasure, your slick dribbling down his fingers and pooling in the palm of his hand. The mess glistened against the lowlights of your bedroom as you tried to mimic his movements, shifting your hips to try and mimic his movements.
“So messy,” He mumbled more to himself as he watched you shamelessly fuck yourself on his fingers, shamelessly searching for your own pleasure as your thick lashes fluttered.
“Yo, more—” Your fingers grasped the sheets beneath you as the pleasure continued to build, the coil inside you twisting tighter with each flick of his wrist as your vision became blurry from the tears beading in your lash line.
“More?” Shindou feigned shock as he wiggled his fingers inside your stretched walls, feeling them flutter around him as he gave you a coy smile, “Greedy little thing, aren't you?”
“Please,” You whimpered, your bottom lip jutting out as you looked down at the man between your thighs.
“Not sure if you can take more, princess. You already look pretty full to me.” He met your gaze with a sly grin, deliberately fucking his fingers into you for emphasis as the crude squelch filled the room.
“Yo, please. I promise I can-” You were delirious now, the only thought in your mind was the throb between your thighs. An intense fire that was roaring inside you that you wanted to extinguish, desperate to satiate the desire that continued to build the more his experienced fingers worked your needy cunt.
“Yeah?” He cooed, feigning sympathy as he gave you a soft smile, “You promise?”
You nodded pathetically in response as your walls flexed around him. Shindou pressed his thumb tight to his palm as he pushed his fingers deeper, watching more of his hand slowly begin to disappear inside your stretched hole. Pushing forward until just his wrist was visible as he began to close his hand into a fist, pressing his soaked fingers into his palm as you shamelessly rolled your hips into his touch from the sensation.
“Oh fuck,” Shindou watched you take his entire fist as he moved his free hand to lay flat against your pelvis, feeling himself stretching your body apart as he groaned. “Remember— You’re the one that asked for this, sweetheart.”
You squealed as you felt him activate his quirk. The shrill vibrations coursed through your body hard and fast as his fist pressed against your slick walls, directly against the spongy spot inside you as you jolted in surprise. Your thighs thrashed against the bed as Shindou curled himself over you, holding your body down to stop you from wriggling out of his grip.
“You were the one saying ‘more, more'” His lips curled into a condescending pout as he tried to mimic the sound of your voice, moving his fist as much as he could inside your tight heat, “You like it, don’t lie. I can feel you clamping down around me.”
“Yo,” You cried out, feeling the vibrations echoing throughout your body as the coil inside you was close to snapping.
“There we go,” He cooed, pressing his other thumb against your clit as he began to rub soft circles against it as you keened beneath him, “Is that better?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You chanted, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of your bliss.
“Don’t fight it.” Shindou groaned, watching as your face contorted in pleasure as you finally found your release.
You cried out as your climax surged through you, the intense vibrations making it difficult to come down from your high as you continued to writhe beneath him. Shindou refused to allow you a moment of respite as he continued to twist his wrist as his fist vibrated inside your trembling walls.
“Oh shit, sweetheart.” His eyes were focused between your thighs as he felt you clench around his fist, “Come on, I know you’ve got one more in there for me.”
“It’s too much, Yo.” You gasped, white spots blanking your vision from your last intense climax as the shrill vibrations continued coursing through your body, “I can’t—”
“Don’t be like that, pretty girl.” Shindou leaned forward to press a lingering kiss against the side of your breast, “I know you can do it, for me?”
“Fuck,” You cried out, thinking that your body would begin to numb to his vibrations after your first climax, but instead everything seemed to feel that much more intense.
You felt so full, Shindou’s fist pressed firmly against the spongy spot inside you as each slight cant of your hips had you closer to another earth-shattering orgasm. Pearly wet tears began to cling to your lashes as you tried feebly to blink them back, your hand slipping beneath your thighs to wrap around his forearm as his teeth nipped at your breast in warning.
“Come on, pretty. Just one more, yeah?” An odd sensation was beginning to brew in your abdomen as your toes began to curl. Your lips parted in a constant moan which was distorted by the vibrations running through your body as you felt yourself dancing on the edge of your release.
“I feel funny,” You managed to mumble out as you felt yourself finally succumb to pleasure, Shindou’s fist vibrating inside your tight cunt as your hips jolted beneath him.
“Holy fuck,” You gasped as you cried out his name, clear liquid began to squirt from between your thighs as it covered Shindou’s forearm and crotch as he howled in pleasure. Watching with glee as you squirted all over him, your walls pulsing around his hand as he continued to fist you through your release.
“That’s it,” He groaned, watching as more clear liquid continued to seep from between your thighs, “Look at my messy girl,”
“Oh my god, Yo, please. I can’t—” You pleaded with him, certain your cunt was numb from how hard he’d made you cum. The vibrations began to dull the pleasure as the last final squirts of your release left your body and soaked into his skin. Both of your hands moved between your thighs to wrap around his wrist as the vibrations began to surge through your forearms, trying to pull him away from your spent cunt.
“Okay, okay, okay.” You felt Shindou grin against your breast as he finally stopped his quirk, the sound of vibrations leaving the room as he stayed buried fist deep inside of you.
“I’m gonna pull out now, okay?” Your hands were still wrapped around his wrist as he flexed his palm, your walls pulsing around him as you whined low in your throat from the overstimulation.
“Oh, fuck.” Shindou groaned as he slowly began to pull his fist back from your slick cunt, watching as the moisture that had pooled against his palm began to dribble down onto the sheets beneath you as he moved his hand back.
“Look at that fucking gape, holy shit.” Shindou moved his hands to spread your cunt apart, watching the way your walls winked at him as they tried to tempt him back in. Your tight cunt left gaping as he leaned back to admire the view, “Such a pretty girl.”
“You didn’t need to fist me to make me cum using your quirk, Yo.” Your eyes were wide as you stared up at the ceiling, chest heaving as you tried to come down from your high, “I think I’m numb.”
“Aww, my poor baby.” He nipped the fat of your breast before deliberately squeezing the other with his hand covered in your release, the wet sensation causing you to squeal as you tried to inch away from him, ignoring his roaring laughter as he flicked your taut nipple.
“I know, but it was more fun this way, wasn’t it?” He grinned.
“You asshole,” You pouted beneath him as you shoved his hand away.
“Guess we both need to shower now, huh?” He motioned to the large stain you’d left against his grey sweatpants and the sheets beneath him.
“I’m going to shower, you can change the sheets.” You scoffed, secretly hoping he’d join you in the shower anyway.
“How about– I’ll change the sheets after you suck my dick.” He gave you a cocky smirk that had you rolling your eyes.
“Yo,” You laughed playfully as he grabbed the backs of your knees, pulling you against his body on the bed as you felt the sheets damp against your back as they stuck to your skin, “You’re shameless.”
“Yeah? But you love me though,”
“Maybe I do.” You smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
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Light's end has always bothered me for multiple reasons (the biggest of which is it not actually being his fault that he lost therefore robbing me of a greater poetic justice but you can't win 'em all), but I think one nobody really talks about is that,,,Light wasn't afraid to die.
Well—he WAS, at the beginning, but part of the reason I'm so obsessed with his relationship with Ryuk is because Ryuk's existence was a constant threat to Light's life. And yet Light never once seemed afraid of him, or tried to cozy up to him, or even attempted manipulate Ryuk into doing things for him. Sure, he bribed him sometimes into going along with his plans, but he was friends with Ryuk. Or—as close to friends as I assume a Light Yagami and a Shinigami can get.
But before Light meets Ryuk, he 100% believes that he's going to die. His frenzy those first few days can be attributed not to any moral righteousness, but to a desperate sort of resignation. Light thinks that he's sold his soul after killing those first two men, so instead of destroying the Death Note, he immediately sets out to make as big of an impact as possible. He wants to go out with a bang! He wants to be remembered! Light is afraid of death in those first days—but he also comes to terms with it somewhere between killing Otoharada and Ryuk showing up. He was ready to go with Ryuk quietly if he was there to take his life or his soul.
But then—he learns that he's not going to die.
The face of a boy excited and relieved.
Light learns that there are no consequences to using the Death Note.
THIS is when he starts getting cocky, when he starts to actually convince himself of all that moral stuff he spouts.
But he's still not afraid of death.
Oh he's afraid of being caught, for sure, and after L humiliated him on live television, he might've even been afraid of execution. Because he'd seen firsthand just how quickly L could turn the tables on him, how he could make Kira look foolish. And Light definitely does not want to be remembered as foolish.
I don't think Light was afraid of actually DYING though, because when Ryuk says "You know I could just kill you", Light laughs. Literally laughing in the face of death. Light KNOWS that Ryuk will eventually kill him, but as long as he goes down the way he wants—on HIS terms—it's fine. Ryuk claiming that he'd be the one to finally end Light might've even been a relief, considering how Light's mind works. A god can only be killed by another god, etc. etc. 'Killed By A Real-life Shinigami' sounds metal as FUCK. Top-tier way to die if you're as much of a gloryhound as Light.
And one thing that irks me is that—the five year gap kind of,,,,takes that, from Light. Light spends so long on top of the world with no real challenge that by the time that Near and Mello show up, he's far more arrogant than he was when he was up against L. Light is, once more, afraid of death. He's lost that tolerance he built up in those pivotal first few days, and he goes out, not in a blaze of glory like he wanted, but clawing and pleading to live like a dog.
Light lost his recklessness, his impatience, his acceptance of the inevitable because he believed that he could now change the inevitable—all somewhere in that five year time skip.
This makes him less likely to get caught, yes, but it also takes away that—that teenage dauntlessness that he had at the beginning. Pre-skip Light feared L and L alone. Only the idea of being caught by someone who could truly tear him down frightened him. Not even death compared.
And I suppose that Light's spiralling at the end is a sort of poetic justice in this case?? But it's not the one I wanted.
I wanted Light's recklessness to blow up in his face. I wanted his carefully curated plans ruined by his own impatient hand. I wanted him to go down much as he probably first intended—in a blaze of glory. I wanted his fall to be explosive and terrifying to the audience. A moral of the story that shoots you right in the chest and really makes you think.
Instead he was reduced to just,,,,another criminal, begging for his life.
Which, yes, I suppose, is also a message in and of itself (all evil figures throughout history have only ever been human, have only ever been men that bleed red at the end of the day, and nothing they've ever done or said will change that), but I also find that....exceedingly boring.
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