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*breaks your door by slamming into it* friend! Ya breathing? ~ local pocket dragon is dying

IM DYING BUT SURVIVING HOW ARE YOU *THROWS AWAY DOOR*

#tee: answered

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its childes rerun and my usual routine is to write him a smut and lose on his banner

i fucked up and now hes tripled crowned 😚

#tee: suffers in genshin

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I Adore You.

— summary. a headcanon of your body that jjk men adore. it's a request that i lost in my ask section but i still think about it every now and then! i just know this isn't proofread bcs when have i ever? aha.

— warning. NSFW version is under the "keep reading" tab! body worshipping is very much the theme of this headcanon.

— characters. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, choso

— taglist. @shadowarchon @peachsayshi @hisvillainess @noritoshiikamo @laudthingcat @lazy10ieiri @suna-reversed @nkogneatho @amaya-writes @saintgojo @dearestgojo @sassooda @booksweet (always leave me an ask + your age (in case any stuff is nsfw) if wished to be added into the taglist!)

SFW

— gojo satoru : your smile

gojo loves it when your nose is slightly scrunched up when you smile, especially when you're excited with the things you tell him when you got yourself a good cup of matcha latte. he loves it when your gums shows a little when you laugh into your smile. thinks that the genuine happiness your face shows truly makes you the most beautiful person he's ever laid his eyes on.

— geto suguru : your fingers

He makes it a must to hold your hand, to have your fingers intertwined whenever he's around. Which is a lot, considering he wants to focus on you and you alone. He'd nuzzle the tip of his nose on your knuckles, kissing your fingers and your wrists whenever you complained about it aching. His phone is filled with your nail art because he says it's as pretty as you, and he'd make a 3D cast of you two holding hands if he could. And he would.

— nanami kento : your neckline

ah. nanami's favourite place to land his lips on. those soft, sensual kisses he placed there, it brings jolts of electricity to your very spine, no? his hands love focusing on your neck line whenever you complained of your shoulders aching, massaging you gently, careful to not make you feel any more pain. and that necklace he gave you. doesn't it make your neckline look so pretty?

— toji fushiguro : your waist

he won't stop squeezing your sides, whenever he's near you. his arms circle around your waist as he pulls you close, pressing his body against yours, muttering to him just how lucky he is. toji's eyes stayed focus on you when you put on your favourite pair of jeans, a string of chuckles escaping from his lips the moment you complained how the waistband never sticks.

— choso : your eyes

the way it crinkles when you smile, the way your eyes light up when you see your favourite idol, artists, pictures of your pets as you take them. he loves it when you sneeze and your eyes water slightly. He loves it when your brows furrow when you get stressed from finishing whatever you have to do when chasing the deadline or when you're worried. He loves it when you used eyeliner or mascara and it makes your eyes pop. to choso, there's love, warmth, happiness, sadness, grief and joy in your eyes.

NSFW

— gojo satoru : your breasts

He loves how soft it feels whenever he gives you a gentle a squeeze whilst making out or when he's fucking you from behind. Your nipples are sensitive and it shows when your body twitches when it is pinched, twisted and licked. Oh how he loves sucking them, and that contorted look on your face that is of lust and pleasure? He lives for it.

— geto suguru : your ass

Just like Gojo, he has a thing for something soft and plump for his hands to latch onto. His lips curled into a soft smile as he gives your rear end a gentle spank. He loves how your favourite pair of cargo pants hugs your figure. And his little habit is to have you walk in front of him whenever you enter a place because it gives him that perfect view of your derrière.

"I hate it to see them leave but I love it when they walk away." Cheeky.

— nanami kento : your tummy

his canvas, as he says before he finishes it off with his cum spurting out of his cock and lands beautifully on your stomach, absolutely in love with the way it rises up and down, following your chest as you tried catching your breath. it makes his dick twitch, so perfect to his eyes. hah. you are indeed the sorcerer's greatest muse.

— toji fushiguro : your whole body

how it shakes after he's done with you. how your body grows limp when you've reached your high. how your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he leans down to kiss you on your lips whilst fucking you like there's no tomorrow. he loves it so so much when you're on your fours and he admires your body line, the way your neck to your chest are filled with faint bite marks yet apparent hickeys.

— choso : your fingers

such pretty digits, he'd say to himself as he watches you stretching your abused hole, making you finger yourself while his eyes lingers on you. And it bumps his ego up a notch when you can't even wrap your fingers perfectly around his girth. How your fingers molded nicely with his when he held your hands as he fucks you stupid, kissing them, placing them next to his cheek as he admires you.

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#geto an ass man facts im his underwear #when im bored i read #MY ASS IS ROUND FOR A REASON #THANK U LILS

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A Little Promise To The Heart

— summary. an aftermath of after two months when your lover comes home and you two got into a fight. with a little bit of angst but fluff follows suit. a gift for @shadowarchon and as a return to writing in tumblr.

— tw. none. it's just angst and subtle fluff. not really proofread as usual.

— taglist. @noritoshiikamo @nkogneatho @sirthisisa-wendys @laudthingcat @lazy10ieiri @booksweet @beautiful-is-boring @sassooda @sixeyesgojo @katsukisbimbo @tojisveryown @peachsayshi @amaya-writes (leave me an ask if you want to be tagged!)

You stared in disbelief at the figure standing in front of you,

"You're... You're actually here."

Your hands grabbed whatever that was next to you and with every energy you could muster up, you threw it, hoping it'll hit him and maybe ease up the pent up anger that has been building for the past two months.

"TWO MONTHS. TWO BLOODY MONTHS TOJI?! After two months of complete silence, of not knowing where the fuck you've been.... you just waltz back into my life like nothing happened?" Toji spots a weary look on his face as he squeezed his nape. "I had no choice, love. You know what I do, what I've always done. It's not easy to explain, but I needed to protect you."

You let out a petty scoff, "Protect me? By disappearing without a trace?" you threw another random object at Toji, only for him to avoid it perfectly as he did before. "Listen... [your name], I'm sorry, really and truly. But you have to understand, my work... it's dangerous. I never wanted to hurt you. But I had to go off the grid completely, and they would have used you as leverage. I couldn't let that happen. I can't afford to have any attachments. There will be people going after me, and YOU. I can't let that happen, I can't afford to have any attachments in my way while I am working, [your name]."

Your voice trembling with anger as you listened to Toji's explanation. It makes sense in your head but to your heart, it does not. It's fighting against one another to help you come up with a response... and this time, you chose the one beating through your chest. "So you think... I am a burden? Oh. OH. M-me? Little old me as an attachment to you is nothing but a burden. Is that what you're implying?"

Some time later...

The room was filled with tension, their heated argument echoing through the walls but it ended as exhaustion crept its way through both of your bodies and head. The clock struck close to 3 in the morning as you paced through the living room before finally standing by the window, staring at the city lights and the roads that will never be deprived of cars driving by. You huffed with arms crossed tightly against your chest, while Toji now stands a few paces, no more than 10 steps behind you, a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it every now and then, frustration plastered on his face.

This isn't the first time, really, where you and Toji had clashed over his dangerous profession as an assassin, a subject that had haunted your relationship for as long as you could remember. At first, of course you were shocked, thinking that this business he claimed to be in was in was a mere service as a second hand to Tokyo's largest conglomerate, The Zen'in Enterprise. But an assassin? You remember the day he came clean after finding a weapon he thought he hid so well from you. You could've just left, you know, but your heart and soul made it a firm stand on the grounds of earth for you to stay. But now... logic and sense started to sink in and so does the thoughts that plagued your very mind whenever he is away.

As the silence settled, Toji approaches you slowly, his eyes softened with regret, his shoulders heavy with remorse. Taking a deep breath, he reached out, turned you around and gently rests his hand to your cheek. He could feel you trembling from that alone. "Love, I didn't mean to hurt you," he whispered, "But you have to understand as I said before, with this job and the bloodshed I've committed, darling, it's not as simple as just quitting."

You turned your gaze towards him, your eyes reflecting a mix of love and concern, letting out such deep breath, "I know it's not easy Toji... but... but I can't bear the thought of losing you. Do you have any idea what I've been through? Every time you leave, my heart is filled with fear. I can't stand it any longer. You don't know what it's like waking up to an empty bed in the middle of the night, the sheets felt cold even on the hottest of nights, eating my food away but none of it felt easy going down through my throat, and it feels like I am drowning myself whenever I take a sip of water, not knowing if you were alive or dead? The pain... Toji... it will consume me," you replied, you voice quivering. "At first, it was thrilling, it was... fun. You know? Dating a bad boy, someone who works against the laws, but a day or two turned into a week, and a week a fortnight, and now? Two months. This realization and coming to my senses made me realize how scared I am. The sense of losing someone so fucking dear to me," you continued. He sighed, looking away for a split second before turning his gaze back at you. "I do unders–", "No you don't! You don't, Toji! I worked a normal job where you get to see me leave and return safely. I tell you whenever I am on my lunch break, I let you know if the taxi is a little too late so I'll be wandering off in the nearby cafes till you pick me up. That's letting you know that I am there. I am safe and sound. But with you? A job like that has no guarantee of survival."

The sounds of ambulances, cars, even the streaks of the light poles from outside were like needles stuck onto their skins. Toji took your hand, intertwining their fingers, and looked deep into your eyes, his other hand cupping your cheek, with his thumb grazing on your lips. "Again, darling, I never wanted to cause you any pain," he said tenderly. "But being an assassin is all I've known. It's how I've survived in this unforgiving world. I tried getting out of this path. Believe me, I did. But it is so hard," he pauses. "However, for you, my love, I'll find a way out. I'll find a path where we can both be safe."

Tears streamed down your face as you looked at him, your heart aching with a mixture of emotions. "I believe in you," she whispered, her voice filled with vulnerability. "I believe that together, we can overcome anything. Just tell me that you'll try, you don't even have to promise, just let me know... that you'll fight for a different life.", you stopped for a second, Toji looking at you, scanning every lines, every twitch you eyes made, the way you lips pursed as you body once again tried hiding the trembles it produces whenever you blinked her tears to stop yourself from crying. "I do not wish to fight you. I do not wish to mourn you when life has so much for the both of us. For you. Especially you, Toji. I do not wish to wake up and forever be ignorant of your whereabouts one day, some of these days if you not make any haste to leave this world of murder and spillage of blood." You take deep breath, laughing to yourself. He pulled you in, holding you close, enveloping you in his embrace, as if protecting you from all the darkness that surrounded them. "I love you," he murmured, his words filled with determination. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, to build a future where we can live without fear." "I promise." said he, which made your eyes widened for a moment. "Promise?", you whispered. "I promise." said Toji, lips curled into a smile laced with softness that made you return the smile.

In that moment, the heat and weight of their argument lifted, replaced by a sense of hope, love, a clean slate ready to be scribbled with another row of trials and tribulations washing over their souls and hearts. They both knew that the journey ahead would be challenging, but their commitment to each other was unbreakable. As they held onto each other in a tight embrace, they found solace in the fact that their love would conquer the obstacles that lay ahead, leading them to a brighter and safer tomorrow.

"I love you, too, Toji Fushiguro."

all writing belongs to honouredsatoru.

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#AWEEEEEEEEE IM DOING MY HAIR NDJDJDKKDKDKDKKDJD #romantic toji is my sOFT SPOT #when im bored i read

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theres a lot of horny ppl here thank you 🥹🫶🏽

#tee: babbles #happy 6k gaisss #istg we celebrate 3k like yesterday

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gave kaiser a glock glock 900 on character ai and mf started saying i love you and stuttering after he came i was shocked

#tee: babbles #sis was shocked and speechless

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Insta w/ Nagi!

a/n: I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS!! made this while i was bored at work, i hate this place 🥲🥲🥲 anyways enjoy this bc its too cute

#LMAO BACHIRA HAS NO RIGHT GET OUT OF HERE #when im bored i read

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he's fucking you into the sheets, the smell of sex and linen filling your senses as he raises your hips a bit higher to hit that sweet spot of yours that makes you see stars. your back is arched at an impossible angle and you're holding onto his pillow for dear life, you've already cum, well, you're not sure how many times its been anymore. you're starting to lose feeling in your legs, but he makes sure to keep you nice and snug against him. you grab his wrist only to weakly push it away, hoping he'd understand, but instead he lays on top of you, his chest flush against your back as he whispers into your ear,

"just one more, please, i know you can take it"

childe, cyno, diluc, itto, kazuha, thoma, xiao

#when im bored i read #CREAMING

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i personally think the reason why so many people struggle to like guren is bc he’s v representative of humanity. of us. how many of us could honestly say we wouldn’t sacrifice everything for our family of choice? what makes guren hard to like is that he forces to confront this “less moral” side of all of us because he does. he sacrifices the world, the entire human race, to get his squad, his family back.

it’s cute when yuu says it for mika bc we’ve seen their characters as children, but we’re first introduced to guren as an adult. he’s 24 in vampire reign, and since that’s how he’s first introduced, he sticks in our heads best at this age. we forget that he was 16 when he lost shinya, sayuri, mito, goshi, and shigure⎯the same age yuu was when he chose mika over the world (kind of. they’re working on a plan, but it’s pretty obvious that if it comes down to it, he absolutely would choose mika over everyone.) but because we’re used to seeing guren as an adult and a high ranking military officer, there’s this expectation that he’s responsible enough to not make that kind of decision.

and yet, we watch him continue to make those decisions to bring back humanity without losing his family, because that’s his modus operandi. at the end of the day, there’s is no one more important to him than his family.

and honestly, how many of us can truly say we wouldn’t have done the same thing in his place?

(i’d also like to point out that i was around 14 when i first found the series and caught up on everything⎯i didn’t like guren v much the first time around and thought he was honestly, quite annoying. at 19, and a whole pandemic later, i think i understand where he’s coming from. he’s quite brilliantly written in that way, the definition of “you’ll understand when you’re older.”)

#ons #literally #between what ever the fuck mahiru was on and his dad humiliating execution it was rough

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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HAPPY EID TO MY FELLOW MUSLIMS PEEPS 🥳

#tee: babbles

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I’VE BEEN SUMMONED DID I HEAR KARASU?? pls he’s so precious to me 🥺🫶 he’s such a little shit i feel it in my bones. (my fave trope with him is def academic rivals to *wink wonk* more but regardless) you totally have one of those relationships where you just playfully roast each other and purely communicate in jabs. you’d think he actually hates you, but if anyone else talks shit about you he’s quick to brutally cut them down bc “‘m the only one who gets to badmouth you, kay, my sweet little nemesis?” he’d TOTALLY call you shit like that to piss you off i wanna kick him with my mouth. “my precious headache. my loveliest irritation. my most beloved torment.” it’s never your name, only my, my, my and whatever he decided to annoy you with that day. and you’re confused, because you know him in a very specific context due to the nature of your whatever-ship, but you don’t actually know him because you’ve never once had a serious conversation with him ever. and you think it’s time you change that. “if you’re free this weekend, let’s get milkshakes. my treat.” and karasu already has that permanent smirk curving on his mouth. “what’s this, my prettiest groupie? that desperate for company?” “if you keep being an ass i’ll invite someone else on a date.” and for the first time, you’re able to knock that smirk right off his face and render him into a wide-eyed, flustered mess. because he’s like oh. oh. a date. you’re actually serious. and he’s liked you for so long he doesn’t know what to do with himself, or his arms, but he knows he’s blushing profusely and you look all smug, but for once he’ll let it pass because he’s been horrendously and painfully flirting with you for the past year and holy shit you just asked him on a date. he’s a dork underneath all that sass and brains i KNOW HE IS

DIZZY DIZZY DIZZY <3333 guhh you do not know how much i enjoy academic rivals to lovers i eat that shit up so hardd and god with karasu it's even better. when he started calling you things like "my sweetest inconvenience" it started off as a joke. he enjoyed the way your brows knitted together at the sound of his voice, the irritated twist of your lip and he loves when you quip back.

but as it carries on, he realizes that while he's been teasing you through the my, my, my game, he's started to truly desire you for himself. he wants to call you his. you're mine. he wants it. wants it more than anything. imagine a rivals to fwbs plot where after he's realized his feelings, you get heart broken by the person you love, and he makes himself available to you as a vice, to vent out your frustrations on and to help you feel good.

he can handle it, he thinks. he's smart, has control over himself. he'll be fine.

but as he cups your face in his palm, grazing your cheek with his thumb, looking into your tear-filled. discontented eyes as he says, "'m sorry 's how it turned out for ya, my sweet." he stuns himself with the fact that he didnt add any more to it. my sweet.

my sweet what? everything, he thinks later, after you're gone and he's all alone in his bed again. arms crossed behind his head, the sheets bunched up around him smelling of you. you're my sweet everything.

and he wishes so badly for you to feel the same about him. maybe he cant handle it, after all.

#STAPH MY HEARTSHSJSJDJD #when im bored i read

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you can call me monster || bachira meguru x fem! reader

♡ contains: 600+ words. MDNI, characters are all aged up, smut, vaginal sex, kinda mean! bachira, orgasm control, slight dacryphilia, pet names (baby), unedited, lowercase intended.

♡ summary: you've always known bachira is a monster in the field but there's one more thing he's a monster at – in bed, that is.

♡ end note: hehe no excuse for this one <;3

bachira is a monster in the field.

you're a witness every time he transforms from a funny, docile boyfriend, into a cunning, starving beast waiting to score a goal. roaming the vast field in hopes to create a goal that could label him as the world's greatest striker.

everytime you see his figure shrouded with fiery silhouettes, eyes shifting into that of a terrifying predator, you could feel your chest swell with pride, proud that your boyfriend is doing what he loves.

and even if the magazines label him as a monster striker, you know that when it comes to you he isn't like that, he's nowhere near monster-like.

but that thought quickly dissipates the moment you both entered the bedroom. because just as bachira is a monster in the field, he's also a monster in bed.

“my girl’s really a whore for my dick huh?” he has you folded in half, legs hiked over his shoulders as he pulls out again, not giving you the satisfaction of cumming. he's always been like this.

“fuck, fuck bachi please lemme cum, i've been good.” there's tears cascading in your cheeks, dripping over the pillow beneath you.

bachira coos, as if consoling a little child, lowering himself as he licks the tears that falls in your pretty face and whispers “nah, don't wanna.”

he rises, sneering at your reaction before he pushes his fat cock inside you again, thrusting in out of you with sheer strength and speed that you couldn't keep up, making your eyes roll that you could almost feel that it's gonna pop out in your eye sockets any moment now.

“scream f’me baby, maybe I'll reconsider” you obeyed, a chorus of ‘bachi’ ‘meguru’ ‘fuck’ and ‘more’ bouncing in the walls of the room.

it spurs him even more, pistoning into your wet cunt even faster, lewd sounds of your essence squelching ringing in yours and his ears.

“bachira, please I'm gonna cum. please let me cum” you plead again, hoping that this time he'll give in, batting your eyelashes while clawing his arms that's gripping your hips.

he kept his rhythm while pondering, there's a glint in his eyes that made you think he's about to give in until he snorts, a mocking one, “why should I let you?”

bachira pulled out after the words left his lips, it made you whine from the loss of his cock inside you. but he was quick to shut you up when he pressed his lips into yours, biting your bottom lip as he devoured your mouth.

it was messy, just like it always does, sucking your tongue, leaving you wanting for more.

he keeps rubbing his cock into your folds, while he kisses you, the tip bumping into your clit makes you moan into his mouth. you could feel him smile through the kiss, pulling away with a saliva connecting both your lips.

bachira aligns his dick into your cunt, smiling at your awaiting gaze as he pushes forward with no warning.

he kept thrusting, in, out, in, out, his tempo doesn't waver, fucking you rapidly that it steals the air in your lungs, making you claw the sheets beneath you, screaming his name in pure ecstacy.

it doesn't take too long before your orgasm washes over you again, you're close, too close. “you wanna cum right? then cum f’me” just as he said those words, your vision turned white, toes curling as you released all over his cock, muttering a breathy ‘thank you.’

but even still, bachira didn't stop, even as you catch your breath from your orgasm, still keeping his pace.

you tried to push him away because you're too sensitive but it's futile, he's much stronger, bigger – it's no use.

bachira lowers himself, foreheads touching, there's a gleam in his eyes that struck something inside you, you recognize that look, it's bad, really really bad.

bachira grins sadistically, just like he always does whenever he thinks of a perfect goal in the field, you could only tremble in fear as he says, “we’re still not done yet, baby.”

#the nah dont wanna made me lose my sanity bcs umI CAN CLEARLY HEAR HIM SAY THIS OFTEN IN MY HEAD #when im bored i read #bachira may have my coochie but u got ny heart writer 🫶🏽

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I am being kept awake at night thinking of Bachira being enough of a menace to ruin your orgasms so that you'll stay needy and desperate and beg for him

Needy indeed, everyone's needy for more Bachira content.

Pairing: Bachira Meguru x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, begging, orgasm denial, teasing, playful Bachira, needy Reader

A/N: I hope you sleep better after reading this Anon.

Oncoming orgasms were naturally something you looked forward to. The rush of pleasure, your vision blurring, your cunt squeezing around Bachira's cock to push him over the edge as well, or to feed into his already there orgasm. It was wonderful pleasure. Pleasure that you were denied for the nth time tonight.

"Bach- Bachira, stop it." You groaned out, hands fisting into the pillows, back arching while you tried riding his cock against his hard grip on the back of your thighs.

"Stop? Okay." With a little click of his tongue all of his movements halted. His cock stopped half way out of your quivering hole, his cum pooling on the sheets. "Ah, and I was so close now. Why you gotta be like that baby?" He lulled his head to the side, face pouting at you while you just frowned at him. The fucking- To tell you that after he cost you so many orgasms and he them one after another. "Shame, real shame. But if that's what my girl wants."

Your eyes widened, sweat running down your face when he started pulling away more. Instinctively and desperately you locked your ankles around his back and pushed him back towards his, his cock sliding back inside you. "Don't you fucking dare. I have toys and I'm not afraid to use them."

"That a threat?" Bachira leaned in close, the motion pushing his cock deeper, "Big words from a little slut that's been begging me to come for two hours now. Toys you say? You know they don't compare to me. And neither does any other man. You come when I tell you to, not a moment sooner. I promise baby, I'll make it worth it."

Sadly you couldn't argue against him. Not just because he started moving again the moment he spoke, hips smacking against yours, but because you knew he was right.

"Bachira, if this keeps up I'm gonna go crazy." Feeling your orgasm approaching, you pleaded with him, eyes watering and lips trembling from overstimulation.

"I know. It's what I'm hoping for." His chuckle was sadistic, sinister, arousing to your very core, "Go crazy all you want, go crazy while I'm filling you up with my cock and cum!"

#SCREMAISJSJJS #when im bored i read

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prove it. itoshi rin x female reader

tw: nsfw/smut, childhood friends (who fought) to lovers, umyeah, slight angst but they love each other i swear, 18+ charas

just a QUICK lil drabble to hopefully help me slick up 🥹 feelin a lil insecure w writing lately. but. we got some promising (dark) fics on the way. so stay tuned subscribe hit the bell yada yada ya

He lied when he said he didn’t want you.

Maybe it was the wrong time, or the wrong place, or maybe the world just held some awful little grudge for the both of you months ago, but—

Fuck.

It’s his fault, and he knows it’s his fault. Rin’s never been all that good with words, though, and you know that better than anyone else. It’s why it stung that much more when your pretty face scrunched up into a sneer and told him he pissed you off, that he was cruel and just like his horrible big brother—

“I’m sorry, Rin,”

You murmur into the crook of his neck as he rocks against you, and your bed is old and unreliable so it creaks whenever his hips collide with yours. It’s loud, sort of uncomfortable, the AC’s too hot and all your blankets suffocate him in a hot vat of your floral musk and the tantalizing sway of your sweaty bodies.

But you’re so damn sweet like this, all small and pliant beneath him, every bad memory eddying away like the love in his eyes- because this is what it is, what it’s always been.

Just between the two of you? He never liked any of your boyfriends. But he’s never been good with words, and you know that, fuck, you know everything, every part of him, and—

Shit, he can’t think.

Too good, too good, fucking hell, you feel too damn good wrapped around him like this.

You suck him in like a blistering tide, your walls pulsing around his throbbing length, taking him for all he’s worth, biting back precious little whimpers that have his heart clenching up.

“I’m so sorry, Rinnie,” you cry breathlessly, his pants mingling with yours as he folds his tummy over yours, rough fingers digging into the plush of your hips. Jackrabbiting into you like that’s all he’s good for.

“I’m so sorry,” you slur again, dizzy and contrite and so good for him, “I-I didn’t mean it- Please, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah?” he grunts. And he’s somehow soft, eyes a boiling pool of sheer sapphire and a subtle sort of madness reserved only for you and perhaps his awful older sibling.

“Yeah, baby?” he manages to moan out, burrowing into the place where your shoulder meets your neck, his lips brushing sloppy, tender kisses into the branch of your collarbones.

You nod desperately. Unwittingly scratching x’s and o’s into the muscled planes of his back, hoping he’d piece you and your brokenness together and return to you.

The Rinnie you knew. The Rinnie before Sae swooped in from Spain and fucked it all up.

…His gaze goes a little darker, then. Some vital, homely piece of your bestfriend rippling away.

“Prove it.”

#when im bored i read

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post it, or don't ♡

characters/pairings: itoshi rin x reader

warnings: one cuss word lol, not proofread sorry if there's any typos!!! have a good day people.

✿ summary: your tired boyfriend is not a big fan of your spam account being filled with his overly cute photos.

"stop that—"

"stop what?"

"you're taking pictures of me."

"im not, rinnie."

you definitely were.

how could you not take pictures of him when he's sprawled out on top of you like a house cat?

although he was trying his best not to put all of his weight on you, it was impossible to control himself. especially when his body was quite sore from his new workout routine.

rin was unusually clingy today, his exhaustion was responsible for that. initially, all he needed was to lie down on the bed and let his muscles rest against the mattress— but then he realised you were already there, scrolling through your social media.

he just couldn't say no when you opened your arms and called out to him with that soft voice of yours, and he had already started to dream of the satisfying feeling of your hands running through his hair by that time.

and that's how he ended up with his face nestled in your neck and his legs tangled with yours, much to your enjoyment and his instant regret when you clicked on the camera icon and watched the mess of the dark green hair that tickled your cheek.

he didn't realise anything at first because his eyes were closed and he was actually considering falling asleep right then and there. however, the clicking sound of your phone was enough to make him groan and hide his face further.

but your laugh was so soft yet contagious, right next to his ear, and he was holding onto that one string of hope that you wouldn't record a video of his immediate complaints.

"babyyy, say hi!" you said while doing the exact thing he didn't want you to do— recording a video. it was so fun to get on his nerves sometimes.

all he could do was give the side of your bare hips a light squeeze as he tried his best to speak quietly so the video wouldn't pick up what he was saying. "you make me fucking miserable."

your cheeks hurt from how hard you smiled. "alright, okay. i've got my pictures, im satisfied. i'll leave you alone now."

rin slowly peeked up when you placed your phone on the bedside table and shot a glare as you looked down at him. "you're not posting that. i'm tired of seeing my face on my own feed."

"yeah! totally not posting that."

"y/n." it's become a daily thing for him to use your name in that warning tone. "not even the paparazzi post as many pictures of me as you do."

you rolled your eyes. "it's because i'm your biggest fan. just one?"

"no."

"rinnie, pretty please. you just look so cute. gosh, you look even cuter right now." you tried to soften his edges a bit, feeling your chest implode with love because God, your boyfriend was so effortlessly cute. especially when his tired eyes were covered with his dark strands.

all you got in return was a grunt and rin was back to burying his face in the crook of your neck. he really didn't have the energy to deal with your weird ways of convincing. he just needed sleep, and you— he had both of his favourite things now.

you knew he granted you permission once he stopped, or more like gave up, and thanked him softly.

rin hummed as your hands ran over his neck and shoulders and lightly pressed his stiff muscles. a massage to top it all off, your boyfriend was quite literally seeing stars.

"squeeze harder," he mumbled, exhaling slowly when you did as he told you to.

"so, you've been working out."

he didn't respond, waiting for you to say something more related to that as you pondered while pressing your thumb into his skin to ease out the tension.

"don't i deserve a photo or two?" you proposed, a shameless grin on your face when you heard your lover make another noise in annoyance.

"maybe if you don't post that video," rin said, planting a quick kiss against your warm neck as he continued, knowing he had found a good solution. "i'll send you some."

fjskfjskfndmcndkv. this is all i have to show. bye fellow rin enjoyers.

and a few days later, you realised that it was a pretty good deal.

#when im bored i read

[noritoshiikamo]

LIE DETECTOR TEST : ISAGI YOICHI

𖥔 summary : the blue lock boys are invited to take a lie detector test, but they’ve got to answer twitter’s unfiltered questions

𖥔 pairing : isagi yoichi x reader (established relationship)

𖥔 wc : 543

𖥔 warnings : reader is referred to as “girl” with she/her pronouns, suggestive, mentions of oral sex, if I’m missing something pls lmk!!

𖥔 A/N : idk what this is. I had a thought and then I wrote it out cause I thought it’d be funny. And maybe I’ll make it a little series if other ppl also found it entertaining ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s do this”

“@isagisbbybgrl asks How big is your dick?”

Isagi had practically choked on his own spit at the question. “Wha—why is this the first question?!”

“I’m just reading out what Twitter wants to know?”, the interviewer laughs at the shock in his face. “Now answer the question.”

Isagi, Kunigami and Bachira were currently sat side by side across from their interviewer. They had been invited to guest star on LockX , one of the most popular podcasts to date relating to everything and anything Blue Lock. And today they were asked to answer a few fan questions from Twitter all while hooked up to a lie detector. Up first was Isagi, who looked like he was already regretting coming today.

“Like 10 inches” he sighed out. All heads turned to the polygraph examiner— Milo was his name.

“There’s no way—“

“Truth”

Bachira laughs out at Kunigami’s disbelief while the latter mumbles to himself. Something about not believing it till he sees it himself.

“Wait, now I’m curious” Bachira scooted forward and turned to Isagi. “How much of it does your girl take in her mouth?

“What the fuck Megs? Nope. I’m not talking about Y/N here. Not like that.”

“Sorry to break it to you, but more than half these Twitter asks are about her,” the interviewer adds.

“Come onnnn Yoichi”

“Fine. All of it. Next question”

“Milo?”

“He’s telling the truth” Milo nods back, while the room fills with whistles and cheers to Isagi, who’s hidden his face behind a hand but can’t help the proud smirk that grows on his face at the thought of you taking all of him.

“Okay okay” the interviewer laughs before he directs his next question, “User @mysagiballs asks where is your favorite place to kiss a partner?”

“Hey at least this one’s not about Y/N”

“Ehh it technically is,” Bachira counters.

“It basically is,” Isagi sighs once again, finally accepting that this is what the rest of the interview will be like. “Her lips, that’s my favorite place to kiss her”

“He’s lying.”

“Wha- No I’m not!”

“Another lie”

“I feel like of all the questions you’ve been asked, this is the most mild.” Kunigami speaks up.

“But you’re lying about it, which means there’s something juicy you’re hiding” Bachira teases.

“Fine, her cheek”

“Still lying”

“Seriously Milo!”

This continues on for a few minutes, Isagi calling out a bodypart and Milo calling out his bullshit.

Her neck. Lie. Her shoulders. Lie. Her hands. Lie.

Meanwhile Bachira and Kunigami have practically fallen off the sofa in tears, laughing at how frustrated Isagi grows with every call of his bluff.

“Between her legs, alright?! I’m not getting any more specific than that. You can figure the rest out yourselves I’m sure”, he glares at Milo as he grumbles out his final answer.

“That was the…truth”

It takes a few moments for Bachira to calm down from his hysterics but then he’s teasing Isagi for being so naughty, giggling at the sight of his friend aggressively ripping off the cuffs and sensors connecting him to the polygraph.

“Yeah yeah, laugh all you want now but you’re going next.” Isagi grins at him, excited to see his friend suffer the same as he did.

#mysagiballs better not be taken on twitter bcs i want that #when im bored i read