Someone Finally Said It

Someone finally said it 😌😌

imagine having the audacity to put. x reader only to write

“as he squeezed your pale skin, you thought about how vibrant visible to blueish purple marks would be the next day”

or even better

“you flushed deep red, as if you were a stop light.”

😐 i’m soooooo tired y’all

write what you want ofc, just stop pretending like you are writing for everyone🫶🏾 be upfront abt it my lord

Dick: Hey Jay- wait… um… is that your death certificate as your computer background.

Jason: Yea, wait it gets better.

Jason: *flips to next background to a picture of him crouching next to his headstone*

Could u do a part 2 of accidentally hitting their partners bllk boys

Sorry this took so long to answer I hope you like it

Bllk boys accidentally hitting their partner pt 2

Itoshi rin

Rin Itoshi had always prided himself on his precision and control. As a skilled footballer , he knew the importance of accuracy and restraint. However, one day during a particularly intense training session with his partner, Y/N, something went awry.

They were practicing a series of intricate moves when Rin's concentration wavered for just a moment. In that split second, his strike landed on Y/N's arm instead of the padded target. Y/N winced in pain, clutching their arm, and let out a sharp gasp.

Rin's eyes widened in shock as he quickly dropped his training stance. "Y/N, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" he asked, genuine concern filling his voice.

Y/N nodded, though they were clearly in pain. "I'll be fine, Rin, don't worry. It was just an accident."

Despite Y/N's reassurance, Rin couldn't shake the guilt that washed over him. He helped Y/N sit down, carefully inspecting their arm for any signs of injury. Even though the injury was minor, Rin couldn't forgive himself for letting his focus slip and causing Y/N any discomfort.

For the rest of the training session, Rin was extra cautious, making sure not to repeat the mistake. After they finished, he insisted on getting some ice for Y/N's arm and apologizing once more. Y/N, seeing how genuinely remorseful he was, smiled and forgave him, assuring him that accidents happen, even to the best of martial artists.

Rin Itoshi left that day's training with a valuable lesson in humility and the importance of never underestimating the need for precision and control in his chosen discipline

Isagi yoichi

Isagi Yoichi, known for his fiery passion on the soccer field, had a moment he wished he could take back. You were watching his team practice from the sidelines, supporting him as always. It was a high-intensity drill, and Isagi was giving it his all. In the heat of the moment, as he attempted a powerful shot, the ball veered off target and accidentally hit you.

You gasped in surprise and pain as the ball made contact with your leg. Isagi's eyes widened in horror as he rushed over to you, his concern evident on his face.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, kneeling beside you. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to..."

You winced but managed a reassuring smile. "It's alright, Isagi. It was just an accident."

He helped you up, apologizing profusely. Throughout the rest of practice, Isagi couldn't concentrate properly, feeling guilty about what had happened. After practice, he insisted on taking you out for ice cream as a way to make it up to you and show how much he cared.

In the end, the accidental mishap only brought you closer, as Isagi's genuine concern and sweet gestures made you appreciate his caring nature even more.

Kunigami rensuke

In the intense training session, Kunigami, known for his powerful shots and precision, had been pushing himself to the limit. He was determined to give his all, but in a moment of overzealousness, one of his powerful shots accidentally veered off course and struck his partner, Y/N, in the shoulder.

Y/N winced in pain and clutched their shoulder. "Ouch, Kunigami! That was a bit too much."

Kunigami's face turned ashen as he rushed to Y/N's side. "I'm so sorry, Y/N! That was totally unintentional. Are you okay?

Y/N managed a weak smile. "I'll survive, but that really stung."

Kunigami's guilt was evident in his eyes as he helped Y/N up. "Let's take a break. I promise to be more careful."

Throughout the break, Kunigami couldn't stop apologizing and checking on Y/N. He realized how important it was to balance his determination with the safety of his partner. From that day forward, he trained diligently to control his shots, always making sure that Y/N was out of harm's way. This incident only strengthened their bond as they learned to trust each other both on and off the field.

Hi

Could you please do bllk boys accidentally hitting their partner and feeling bad about it.

Maybe kaiser barou noa?

A/n: hiii!! Sorry it took so long to get back to you but here is your amazing request I had fun writing this.

Fluff just absolutely pure fluff😭😭

Kaiser

Kaiser had just returned home from a rigorous Blue Lock training session, his body still buzzing with adrenaline. He was grateful for his girlfriend, ____, who had patiently waited for him to arrive. As he entered their cozy living room, he found you sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book.

Eager to see you, Kaiser approached, his eyes not entirely focused as he was lost in thought about the day's practice. Without realizing it, his foot caught the edge of the coffee table, causing him to stumble forward. In a moment of sheer misfortune, his elbow grazed your shoulder, and your book fell to the floor with a thud.

You winced in pain, more from the shock than the actual impact. You looked up at Kaiser, your eyes wide and filled with surprise. Kaiser immediately snapped out of his daze, registering what had just happened. Guilt washed over him like a tidal wave.

"Oh my goodness, ___ I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, quickly reaching out to help you up. "Are you okay?"

You managed a small, pained smile as you accepted his hand and stood up. "I'm fine, just a bit startled," you replied, rubbing your shoulder gently.

Kaiser couldn't forgive himself for his carelessness. He felt a deep sense of remorse for accidentally hurting the person he cared about most. "I can't believe I was so clumsy," he muttered, his expression filled with self-reproach.

Your smile softened, and you placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "It was just an accident, Kaiser. Don't be too hard on yourself."

But Kaiser couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. He knew that he needed to be more mindful, both on and off the field. As he hugged you tightly, he made a silent promise to himself to never let his focus on soccer interfere with his love and care for you.

Barou

Barou, the talented striker from the Blue Lock team, had just returned from an intense training session. The pressure to perform at his best was always on his mind, but today, it seemed to weigh even heavier. His girlfriend, ___ was waiting for him at his apartment, excited to spend some quality time together.

As he entered his living room, Barou's exhaustion seemed to overshadow his joy at seeing you. You rushed to him, trying to steal a quick hug. Startled by your sudden approach, Barou reflexively pushed you away, a little too forcefully. The impact was unintentional but undeniable. You stumbled backward, your expression quickly shifting from surprise to hurt.

Barou's heart sank as he realized what he had just done. He rushed to your side, reaching out to hold you steady. "___, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

You winced in pain, but you nodded, eyes brimming with tears. "I'm fine, Barou, but that really hurt."

Tears welled up in Barou's eyes as guilt washed over him. He had always prided himself on his precision and control on the field, but he had failed to display the same care with the person he loved most. He pulled you into a gentle embrace, his voice trembling with remorse. "I didn't mean to hurt you,___. I'm so, so sorry. You mean everything to me, and I would never want to hurt you."

Your pain slowly subsiding, hugged him back, forgiving but still visibly shaken. "I know you didn't mean it, Barou, but please remember that I'm not an opponent on the field. We can communicate without physical force."

Barou nodded, his grip on you tightening as he promised, "I'll remember that, ___. I'll always be more careful with you."

Their embrace continued, but this time, it was filled with a newfound understanding and a commitment to treat each other with the gentleness and respect they deserved. Barou had learned a valuable lesson that day, one that extended beyond the soccer field and into the most important aspect of his life – his relationship with ___

Noa

Noel Noa had just finished an intense practice session with his Blue Lock teammates. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the field. He couldn't wait to head home and spend some quality time with his girlfriend. She'd been so supportive of his soccer dreams, and he cherished the moments they had together.

As he rushed to get dressed, Noel couldn't shake the adrenaline from practice. He was still on edge, and it showed when he didn't notice you quietly entering the room. Startled, he accidentally swung his arm back just as you was stepping closer.

The unintended impact was gentle, just a tap really, but it caught you off guard, and you stumbled backward. Your surprised gasp made Noel snap out of his reverie immediately. He reached out to steady you, his heart racing faster now for a different reason.

"I'm so sorry, ___," Noel said, his voice filled with genuine concern. He could see a hint of surprise and hurt in her eyes.

You blinked a few times, processing what had just happened. You knew Noel would never intentionally hurt you. "It's okay, Noel," you managed to say, forcing a small smile. "Just caught me off guard, that's all."

But Noel wasn't satisfied with just that. He pulled you gently into his arms, his forehead resting against yours. "I should have been more careful," he admitted, his voice filled with remorse. "You mean the world to me, and I'd never want to hurt you."

You melted into his embrace, understanding dawning on you . You knew how much pressure Noel was under with his soccer dreams and the rigorous training and appreciated that he was always there for you, just like now, when he was apologizing for something as small as a bump.

"Noel, it's okay," you reassured him, placing a tender kiss on his lips. "I know you didn't mean it. I love you, and I'm proud of everything you're achieving."

Noel smiled, relieved that ___understood. He knew he had to find ways to manage his stress better and be more present when he was with you. You both shared a heartfelt moment, bond growing stronger, and both of you cherishing the love you had for each other.

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Dear lord 😩

boss, i have a question — miguel o’hara. ( nsfw ). amazinggg scenario based on this request. so tasty wtf. cheating. bj. innocence. secondhand embarrassment? finally posted, oml i’m so sorry for the long wait :(

you had one question and too many awkward outcomes. you couldn’t ask the people you’d rather ask. they’d ask more questions, and most likely not tell it to you straight. you needed to know, but nobody got that.

all except miguel.

you wouldn’t dare look at his face as you mumbled the words out. wanting not to say them but also wanting an answer to them. the silence feels like two hands at your neck. you can feel your feet shuffling, unintentionally sliding back. maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

your mind and gaze focuses on a speckle of dust on the floor, as you wait. yeah, you really shouldn’t have asked.

at first miguel’s reaction was shock. you asked what? he thought he had heard wrong. he had to have heard wrong. but you’re still here, feet shuffling, gaze down, but nonetheless still here. you wanted an answer. why from him? he doesn’t know.

“you can ignore my question.” you suddenly say, feet a lot farther back then before. “you can — ”

“no boyfriend to ask?” miguel’s questions is simple, said in that typical unfazed tone. “um…yes, but…i can’t ask him.” you say back, with a tilt to your head, your gaze just below his eyes.

“why not?” he asks, but you don’t answer, again repeating your question. “what’s a bj?” your innocent tone tells miguel how you really don’t realise the implications of asking him something like this. your innocence is telling him to tell you. answer your question.

“do you know that it’s an abbreviation?” he asks, his gaze staring at your face a little more focused. you look to the side, sucking part of your lower lip between your teeth before glancing back. “i’m not dumb”

“mhm.” miguel just hums, glancing up at his shut office door, before looking back to you. “why ask me?”

“because i’d think you’d know.” you reply. “many people here know. your friends would know.” miguel states, crossing his arms. “they’d ask questions”

“i’m asking questions.” miguel answers straight away. “yeah but not the invasive ones.” you reply, now tapping at your fingers.

miguel eyes you, more narrowed, more intently. “you want to know what a ‘bj’ is?” miguel asks, now meeting your gaze, but you’re quick to look away. you nod, glancing to the far wall behind him. one word and a tap of his finger at his desk behind him, makes you shift it back. “c’mere.”

you now slide your feet closer, a little hesitant. miguel watches you, not missing one movement. then his hand is behind your head, his fingers in your hair, as he draws you closer. you should have backed away then, said you changed your mind, but you stay still, staring at him.

miguel, with his hand in your hair guides you down onto the floor, on your knees as he mutters. “kneel down.” you’re slightly confused as you look up at him. miguel grabs your hand and guides it to his hard on, that you just now notice at your eye level. your eyes expand as you realise. “you ever done anything with your boyfriend?” miguel asks, his suit beginning to disappear, as he keeps your head held by his hips.

“i…” you can feel your breathing pattern change, as miguel begins pump his already hard cock in one hand. “i’ll take that as a no.” he says, as pre-cum leaks out from his head, as he tilts his head down at you. “open up.” he utters as you gulp, big eyes staring at his tip. he taps under your chin as he lets go of his cock, urging your mouth to open, as you part your lips.

“a bj…” he begins as he pulls your head closer, tapping his cock on your tongue lightly. “is short for blowjob.” he coats your tongue in his pre-cum as you scrunch your hands into fists at your thighs. “is your boyfriend wanting one?” he asks, just looking at the way the white slips around your mouth before he pulls your head closer, your lips being moved to wrap around his head.

you try to speak around his cock, it twitching in your mouth at the vibrations, making him clench his jaw. “just shake your head or nod.” you nod. and that’s when his grip in your hair begins to slowly drag your lips up and down his cock. “hollow your cheeks” he instructs, as you try to do so, getting used to the feeling of a dick in your mouth.

“i don’t know why you’re not asking him, but i won’t ask any ‘invasive’ questions.” miguel says, his hips begin to slowly meet your mouth. you try to copy his movements. the up and down motion, that your head soon picks up. with his grip still in your hair, he notices the way you try to to take him deeper.

you’re soon choking, gagging around his head, as water pricks at your eyes. miguel could’ve warned you, told you about your gag reflex, but selfishly he wanted to see what you’d look like spluttering over his dick. “careful.” he mutters, not sounding very apologetic, as you glance up at him, his hips beginning to move a fraction faster.

miguel taps at your throat. “loosen up.” he says, as his hands pull your head further down, guiding your movements. you try and loosen your throat, having had to swallow all that extra spit. you meet his gaze, worried. but he just strokes your hair “gagging’s fine, cariño. you’ll get used to it.”

he pulls you completely onto him, your nose brushing his pubic hair. you then repeat those up and down movements, clenching your hands back into fists as you gag. “that’s it...” miguel hums, seemingly pleased. you can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his tip practically tapping at the back of your throat.

with him stroking your hair, and holding the back of your neck, his abs tighten. he waits till the last second, your head obediently bobbing, before he pulls out, coating your suit-clad chest in white. you’re catching your breath, your cheeks stained in loose tears. miguel still pets your head, pushing the strands of hair out of your eyes, as he glances down at the mess he made, tilting your chin up. “does that…answer your question?”

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