#itoshi reader

[neeeooon]

being siblings with the itoshi siblings? basically silly little stuff, and a part where they find out we have a crush on isagi because we were just giggling and blushing while rewatching the u20 final goal clip, and rin has the crash out of the century?

cuuuute tysm for the req!!

silly little crush

gn!itoshi sibling <3 isagi yoichi. crack, platonic, ooc(?) isagi is only mentioned

you were sitting in your bedroom, phone propped against a tower of pillows, feet swinging in the air as you watched replays of the blue lock u20 match. more specifically, the isagi yoichi highlight reels.

all sorts of flutters tickled your stomach as giggles bubbled up and filled your room, blush on your cheeks as you watched him celebrate scoring the final goal. it was adorable and admirable and hot at all once, and you smiled when the scene cut off at his teammates rushing him to cheer.

you were about to replay that specific part when your door was thrown open. you turned back, feet still in the air, and froze when you saw your brother rin in the doorway.

your brothers knew you were a hopeless romantic; someone who found love in people easily. while sae wasn’t as strict on who you could have a silly little crush on, rin made it clear that blue lock boys, especially isagi yoichi, were off limits…

… but you know what they say about wanting the things you can’t have, right?

your face flushed for a different reason when rin marched forward and snatched the device off your bed. “wh—hey!” you snapped, but rin shoved the phone into his back pocket and stared down at you with eyes so angry you couldn’t even laugh.

“laying on your stomach, watching isagi reels? i’m disgusted. truly. how are we related?”

you puffed your cheeks to match his indignation. “so, what? it’s just a crush. he’s cute!”

rin held a fist to his mouth, as if fighting the urge to puke. “cute? we’re talking about the same isagi, right? he looks like if someone stepped on a mealworm.”

you kicked your brother’s shin and snatched your phone from his pocket while he was distracted. running around him, you landed one last foot to the butt to knock him over while he was unbalanced, and sprinted down the stairs.

when rin’s footsteps sounded behind you, you screamed. turning into the kitchen, you found your eldest brother at the table with a glass of water and nearly cried in relief. you ran over and positioned sae between you and the doorway, where rin would appear at any moment. “sae! he’s gonna kill me!”

sae carefully placed his glass down and raised a brow at you. “huh?”

that’s when rin appeared, and you swore you could see the glowing red eyes and black smoke radiating off of him.

“look!” you screamed, pointing a finger at your demonic brother. he made a lunge for the phone, but sae intervened by reaching forward and grabbing rin’s ear between his fingers.

“ow, ow, ow,” rin repeated rather monotonously, and you laughed until sae had your ear next. “ow, ow! why me?!”

“you’re both being ridiculous,” sae complained as he dragged the two of you over to the couch. he flicked his wrists as he released you, and you tumbled into the cushions next to rin.

before you could run, sae clapped his hands. “what are you fighting about this time?”

you glanced over at rin, who was giving you the nastiest side-eye you’d seen from him in a while. huffing, you tossed your arms over your chest and sank into the cushions. “he caught me watching isagi reels.”

“and giggling, and blushing, and kicking their feet!” rin added. “i thought i was going to throw up! they called him…“ he gagged for dramatic effect, “… cute.”

you threw a pillow at him. it hit him square in the face, and you laughed so hard your stomach ached.

sighing, sae grabbed the pillow when rin swung back to smack you with it. “having stupid crushes is their thing. they’ll get over it in a few days.”

“i won’t! i really think this isagi guy is the love of my—“ you willingly shut up when sae gave you the look.

rin reached for the pillow, but gave up when sae threw it across the room. “it’s gross. we had a deal: no blue lock guys!”

“the heart wants what it wants!”

“your heart was crying for oreos and cheez-its yesterday! it is not reliable.”

you opened your mouth to argue, but ended up sinking further into the cushions instead. your mind drifted to the oreo ice cream cake you’d seen while grocery shopping the day before, and suddenly you had no recollection of what an isagi yoichi was.

sae read it all over your face. “okay, here’s the deal. we get snacks from the convenience store and watch a movie. deal?”

“i get to pick the movie,” rin grumbled as you drooled over the mental image of yourself eating oreo ice cream.

“whatever. deal. now come on, before it gets too dark.”

[munv]

𝗜𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗬

• In which, you had died and reincarnated into Blue Lock as the Itoshi Siblings elder sibling, How will your journey in this new life treat you? What goals will it lead you to?

• P10

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It was only a couple of years since the birth of your little brother Rin, he was a fussy little boy but it’s not like much could be done. He was a baby afterall. You find it a bit odd though. For the past few days ever since Rin has been added to your family circle, Sae has been hibernating in your room. Which just so happened to be your current predicament.

"nee-san, where's the charger?" he was on the beanbag near your window with a iPad in his hand.

"to your left." you muttered without sparing him a second glance. You questioned him earlier as to why he decided to set camp inside your room. But he just said that he wanted an "escape". Whatever that meant.

You doubt he's going through his emo phase so early.

Ever since your parents have been busy with the baby Sae took it upon himself to sleep in your room. You get that he's not the most social, and took hella time for him to warm up to you despite being his older sister. But what harm could a baby possibly cause to him?

"[n/n] dear! come downstairs please!" Your mothers voice called out. You let out a sigh before making your way downstairs. Closing the door behind you, since you've come to learn that Sae gets pissed off and berates you for not closing the door.

Downstairs, you came face to face with your mother who was dressed up. "are you going somewhere?" You questioned. “Ah, there you are! And sae aswell!”

Oh God, him?

Behind was the little boy peeking from the top of the staircase. Turning your attention back to your mother, the baby was your fathers hands. "We need to go out since you know your aunt needs help with certain things!" she smiled.

No doubt it was family drama again, you sweatdropped. Arms crossed, "are you implying.." Your father gave you an apologetic smile, bouncing Rin slightly. "we know how you don't really like being disturbed in your alone time, but we'll be counting on you, our little [n/n]!" Usually, if they were to leave you alone with Sae, they would imply that they would just be back soon , surely they were shitting you though. I mean, they wouldn't leave you alone with the both of them.. It wasn't long of much more advice and explaining with a bit of tears (props to your mother crying about her "babies" being left all alone with no one to protect them) 

"Alright dear! oh, and dont forge-!" you door was shut before she could get another word in. You could slightly hear complaints and loud laughter beyond the door before the sound of a car starting vibrated against your ears. Letting out a sigh you let your head rest against the door before turning around to face the impending doom that was laid down for you. 

"alright..we're going to have some rules" you say to the two tealed boys looking back at you. 

Rin giggled happily, clapping his hands while Sae blankly stared at you, "what a bother.." he rolled his eyes 

At first when you had to take care of your two younger brothers, you considered the fact that maybe, just maybe you would get that slim chance that they wouldnt go crazy like they were one von dread strong. Holy shit were you wrong, and the worst part? They took less than an hour to prove you wrong. That was the biggest ego bruise so far.

You only began to realize you were the farthest cry from right when Sae and Rin went silent for way too long for comfort. You were set up in your room relaxing, no headphones in this time, just for the sake of being responsible and being there when you need to be. Just you, the sound of pen meeting paper, and occasional typing. But maybe it was a tad too quiet. 

It's not like you welcome the noise or anything. Just concerned that there isnt as much as you thought there'd be. The sun was still out since your parents opted to leave pretty early this morning. The open window allowed sun the shine through onto the work stretched out before you. 

With a stretch you raised your arms above your head with a content sigh. "maybe I should go check on them..by grace they would be asleep by now." chair scraping against the wooden floor, you rose from your corner with ease. "alright! I'll go see how they're doin-...." 

BAM

It was quick, but a precise execution. The soccer ball whirled in through your open window and straight into the room. If only you had been quick enough to evade it, one millisecond even couldve saved you. If only..

Holy shit, its getting darker? Did you sit up too fast? Is this an assault? No, it was your damn soccer ball. You could tell. 

Just then, pattering rang out throughout the house and loud screams "NEE-SAN!!" "oh damn, it really connected"

"NEE-SAN DON'T DIE PLEASE!" one voice cried out "Is she dead," another paused before continuing "yet?" 

"NII-SAN!" the higher one cried out "what? it's a honest question..oh. Its blood. She might be dying Rin." "NOOOOOOOO!!" he wailed

'what a brat' was the last thought before you drifted off to sleep. 

                            ITOSHI OMAKE                                                                 

"[name], dear, can you sit up? I cant have you lying down with such a nosebleed" currently your mother was aiding you on the living room couch with a towel, benadryl, and some water. "Okaasan?" "yes, dear?" 

"I'm going to smite your eldest son." a dark aura surrounded your body as you stared at your little brother with malice. He had some nerve drinking kombucha right about now as he stared right at something he caused. "and then nii-san went whoosh and bam!!". Rin explained to his dad with what seemed to be imitations of sae's prior showcase. He was holding miko in his hands as she purred at the affections. "it seems we have a bunch of soccer geniuses" your father chuckled. 

sae gave you a blank look before continuing, "will you finally stop being shallow and play soccer with me now?" he asked, taking another sip. 

"oh it is SO ON you little brat"

"If I knew hitting you square in the face with a soccer ball was all it took, I wouldve done it earlier, nee-san" he mocked

"[n/n]! please stay still, you're bleeding again!" your mother gasped "You.Me.Outside.Now. I'm not taking insults from the underdeveloped"

"would that make you old?" 

Was this brat taunting you into playing with him? He's lucky its working. 

"Outside." you glared, standing up from your supposed death bed on the family couch. 

"Ok" he seemed pleased, a little too please. He offered a small smug smirk before quickly going blank once again. "I saw that." 

"saw what my ever so beloved elder sister?" 

"I'm going to punch you" 

"Ohh! Fight!" Rin encouraged with a bright smile. Your father sweated at the sparks flying between you and sae. "Rin, where did you learn that?" 

"from you!"

[milaisreading]

Itoshi!Yn AU:

Itoshi!Yn: Babe...

Leonardo: Yes?

Itoshi!Yn: I want a baby. Now.

Leonardo: Why? We have Pablo.

Itoshi!Yn: He is a grown man T~T

Leonardo: Not with that face of his. I will call him.

Itoshi!Yn:...

[desvyn]

He doesn’t say “I love you” often.

He just brings home your favorite drink without asking.

He buys the ugly little pink plushie you pointed at one time three weeks ago and tosses it on the bed like it's no big deal. Doesn’t even look at you. Just mutters,

“Figured you’d like it. Don’t make it a thing.”

It is a thing. Your chest is full.

You once complained offhandedly about your favorite ramen spot being closed for the day.

The next day he made you ramen. From scratch. With a scowl on his face and flour on his nose.

When you get cold, he doesn’t ask. Just grumbles,

“Come here,” and throws a blanket over both of you. arm around your waist, hand rubbing your hip under the fabric.

When you’re sick, he doesn’t say a word. Just disappears and comes back with four bags of medicine, three different kinds of soup, and a plushie shaped like a strawberry cow.

The cashier asked if it was for his kid.

He said, “No. For my wife.” And then made direct eye contact until the guy stopped smiling.

He doesn’t show his love loudly. He just gives you the last bite of his food without asking. He puts himself between you and the street when you walk. He silently kneels to help you tie your shoe if you’re struggling with the laces. He gets irrationally angry if your socks are wet.

“Why didn’t you tell me your feet were cold? What am I here for then?”

And when you tell him you love him? He freezes for a second, ears going red. Then mutters, voice low,

“…You know I love you too. You always know.”

DESVYN

[kissbabie]

❤︎ ໋𓈒 he’s clingy when you ride him !

your boyfriend gets pretty clingy when you’re on his lap, bouncing up and down on his cock. he’s unlike those guys who prefer to lean back, arms behind their head as they watch their lover do all the work. instead, he prefers to wrap his arms around your waist, holding your body close against his, just so he can feel the way you’re shaking from how good it feels.

“feels good?” he murmurs. he’s not exactly asking, since he already knows the answer. he can feel it just from the way your body keeps tightening around him, clenching with every slow bounce, alongside that dumb, fucked out expression you have on your face. “so warm around me, baby… keep going, yeah? jus’ like that…”

your thighs are trembling, struggling to keep up with the rhythm, but it doesn’t matter, not with the way he’s whispering things to you right against your ear, causing you to collapse onto his chest as you desperately try to lift yourself up and down. he’s not even thrusting up, just holding you there and letting you use him to your heart’s content.

“mm—‘s too much,” you whimper into his shoulder, burying your face there as your pace falters. but his hands slide to your hips, guiding them again. “no it’s not,” he mumbles, lips brushing your ear. “you can take it. you always do. look how good you’re doing for me.”

when you let out another shaky moan and sink fully onto him, he hugs you tighter, arms locked around you like he needs you to breathe. he loves this position, because he gets to be so close to you, never having to let go.

"stay right here," he sighs, burying his nose in your hair, breath ragged. "don’t go anywhere… not till i finish inside you, ‘kay?"

for this req

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[anglbunny]

SIT ON IT

♡. multi, smut mdni, face sitting

You're straddling his stomach, thighs shaking from how much teasing he’s been doing. You’re already soaked — just from his words alone. He keeps glancing up at you, lips parted, pupils blown wide with hunger.

“Please, baby,” he groans, voice husky, “just sit on my face.”

Your face burns. “I… I can’t. I—what if I hurt you?”

He laughs — like you're the crazy one — and grabs your hips tighter, guiding you up his chest toward his mouth.

“Then let me fucking suffocate.”

He kisses the inside of your thigh, biting gently, looking up at you like you’re the only god he believes in.

“I want your thighs around my head. I want that cute pussy smothering me until you forget your own name.”

You hesitate.

He groans. “Baby. Please.” His voice cracks, breath hot against your skin. “I need to taste you. Let me, please.”

You finally give in, trembling as you lower yourself over his mouth. And the second his tongue touches you—

He moans like he’s starved. Hands locking around your thighs, pulling you down so you can't escape. He eats like he’s trying to live off you. You try to pull away—too sensitive—but he holds you tighter.

“Uh-uh. Don’t run now, doll,” he pants between licks. “You’re staying right here until I’ve had my fill.”

You come so hard you nearly black out — and he's still whining, still licking, still begging for more.

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A/n: i think when im ovulating, i have a thing for men begging

ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.

[Masterlist]

[unknownsvoid]

MEN WHO PLAY AROUND WITH YOU WHEN THEY ARE BORED!

They don't even do it because they're horny. They do it because it's fun and a stress reliever.

You could be watching a movie and suddenly his hand is sliding past your waistband to play about with your pussy, squishing and rubbing your dewy pussylips. You try to keep yourself steady, struggling to pay attention to the movie itself rather than the hand between your legs, while he's just watching the movie with a bored expression, chin resting in his palm.

Or you could be in your room chilling on your bed with your phone in hand when he walks in, lifting up your shirt to pinch and roll your nipples between his fingers until they harden, just so he can suck them into his mouth.

Hell, he could be bored at a party or something and drag you to bathroom just to eat your pussy, tongue sliding across your pussy while he holds you open.

It's kinda like you're a toy. In a good way, though!

And honestly, who are you to complain when your boyfriend is bored and wants to use your body as his favourite toy?

[rindreamery]

out of breath, got me going like...

some of the attractive things that the blue lock men do. featuring: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, michael kaiser, oliver aiku, yukimiya kenyu ─ content: fluff, suggestive

note. yukki debut on my acc ??? do we fw the casual, less poetic writing cuz there was really no way to make this poetic 👩‍🦯 just astronomically down bad writing all around

itoshi rin sends you gym pics without you having to ask.

it initially took a lot of convincing, at first, to get rin to send you a picture. in his eyes, it was embarrassing— the idea of pulling his phone out mid-workout, taking a picture, sending it to you, and then going back to whatever he was doing. his mind would drift off to the weird stares he would probably get from others, and the fact that he also wasn’t exactly known for knowing how to pose to begin with. as much as he loved making you happy, there were just some things he was not willing to do.

it took a lot of begging, and for the first few months, the answer was always, “no.”

the first picture came unexpectedly. your phone was thrown off to the side of the bed, not really anticipating any texts from rin for the next hour or so, given the fact that he was at the gym. so you were surprised when you heard a familiar tune come from your phone— one specifically assigned to his contact. you had no idea why he would be texting you. 

you’re absolutely floored at what you see; jaw left hanging and eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, almost dropping the phone.

it's a gym picture. he's doing a normal pose, nothing too special. he’s standing in front of the mirror, one hand shoved into the pocket of his shorts, and the other holding onto his phone. his face was partly covered by his phone, but you could see the blush spread across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. but it wasn’t that that got your attention— no, it was something entirely different.

he was wearing a sleeveless compression shirt, giving you a full view of his arms. they were glistening in sweat and perfectly toned. the arm that was propping his phone up was slightly flexed, from the position it was in, adding to the bulk and definition in his biceps. and you could see the veins traveling up the arm of his hand, the one that was shoved into his pocket, crawling up from the back of his hand to his forearm. the bright overhead lighting, with a combination of the dim background lighting, served to emphasize every line and crevice of his exposed skin. 

“this what you wanted?” came a message right after, “i know you’re reading this right now, respond.” you felt weak. he definitely researched how to do this.

words couldn't describe how you felt. so, your immediate response was to send him a flurry of incoherent texts; a mixture of randomly pressed keys and crying emojis. but that’s what feeds his ego— your reactions are what makes smile smugly to himself, covering his lips with his hands as he reads your texts over. he starts to send you gym pictures more consistently after that, patiently waiting for your response after each one. at this point, it’s become a part of his gym routine.

itoshi sae drapes his arm over the back of your seat while reversing.

driving with sae was a true test of control— specifically, yours. it had become increasingly hard to focus whenever he was driving, with every little motion of his body seeming to pull your attention away from the road. he was just so distracting, to the point that you had started offering to drive instead. yet to no avail, because he always insisted on being the driver, furthering your silent suffering in the passenger's seat. but, there was nothing more testing than whenever he was reversing the car.

it’s an internal battle; it takes everything in you not to ogle him so openly. and somehow, you’re losing a battle to yourself.

it’s as if your eyes instantly become magnetized to sae— the way he moves when he rests his arm so casually, yet so securely, on the back of your headrest’s frame. and it doesn’t help that this position gives such a perfect view of him. the way the muscles in his arm ripple and flex ever so slightly, but visibly, under his loose dress shirt. the way his folded sleeves ride up every time, and the exposed part of his forearm constantly taunts you to take a peek. you hate that you suddenly become hyperaware of everything he does in that moment. especially his fingers, and the way they tickle the back of your neck, almost touching you but not quite there.

you have to hold back the subtle shudder that sweeps over your body.

it feels like he’s taking up so much space, demanding you to notice him. the way the scent of his cologne wafts over to you, the bergamot and sandalwood notes of it slowly overwhelming your senses. the faint shift in his posture, emphasizing the subtle stretch of his neck, giving you a view of his collarbones and necklace. and the way his lips curve ever so slightly when he speaks, his voice in a low tone, with his eyes flitting over to you momentarily before they’re back on the road.

it has to be intentional, he has to be aware of what he’s doing. “you’re doing this on purpose,” you mutter under your breath, willing yourself to turn away and look out the window.

“doing what on purpose?” he asks, but the mirth in his tone is evident— you can practically hear the tiny smirk that’s splayed on his lips. you’ve concluded that he’s sick in the head, that he’s playing with you right in your face. “i’m just making sure we don’t get into a crash, you baby.” and you willingly fall for it, every time.

nagi seishiro becomes clingy when it's just the two of you.

laying in your lap, while you’re absorbed in your own hobby, is one of nagi’s favorite pastimes. it keeps him close to you, but allows you both to do your own thing. sometimes, he’d take a nap while you work, one hand loosely holding onto yours in his sleep. other times, he’d play video games on his phone, making sure his volume is turned all the way down to not distract you. but most of the time, he likes to just lay there and admire you, with a barely noticeable smile on his lips.

but he becomes somewhat miffed whenever your hair falls in front of your face, blocking his (initially) flawless view of you. and it annoys him more whenever you don’t push it out of the way.

so, he decided to take it upon himself to move it for you, arm lazily stretched up to reach for you. you barely noticed it at first, so absorbed in the book that you were reading. the sensation of his fingers ghosting over your cheeks doesn’t register in your mind, and his touch is barely there. and then you feel it. his fingers are in your hair, gathering the strands on the back of his hand before he’s brushing it out of the way. it’s so gentle, the way he locks your hair behind your ear, and the way his hand lingers a little longer on your skin after. his fingers then travel from your ear to your jawline, finger lightly tracing the side of your jaw, and it makes you curl in on yourself at the feeling. (it tickles, but also oddly comforting.) and then, he’s pulling his arm back down to reach for your wrist instead, fingers wrapping around it.

your skin is tingling, and the surface of your skin feels warm— taken aback by the sudden act of affection. you glance down at him with a curious look, only to see that he’s already staring attentively at you, and you feel his hold on you tighten. “you know,” you begin, “you could’ve just asked me to do it for you.”

"you always get so lost in whatever you're doing," he mumbles slowly, his voice sounding almost whiney at the fact. his hand, the one firmly holding onto your wrist, is traveling up until it’s wiggling the book out of your hand. (you don’t miss the small furrow of his brows when you jokingly grip onto the book, before giving in and letting it fall to the side.) he takes this chance to intertwine your fingers, his larger hands completely enveloping yours. "i don't mind it, but i hate when i can’t see you."

michael kaiser holds intense eye contact with you when you're talking.

at times, you found it hard to talk to kaiser. he's constantly exuding such an intense confidence, one that's often present in his gaze, that you could never truly hold face-to-face conversations with him. you're always shying away from it, crumbling under the intensity, and he finds twisted pleasure in how flustered it makes you. the way the words always die on the tip of your tongue whenever your eyes meet, when you see that his focus is locked on you

it makes you look away, because it's the only thing you can do to escape it. but kaiser doesn't like it when you're looking away from him— he wants your attention. he wants to see you when you talk excitedly about your day.

he’ll get that attention however way he can. from where you're seated on the couch gives him quick access to you. you can feel his tattooed hand crawling up the skin of your thighs, sliding up slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he goes. he stops short of the hem of your shorts, planting his hand firmly on the spot. he gives it a firm squeeze, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs— trying to get you to cave into him. “why won’t you look at me when you talk?” he’s leaning into you, invading your personal space despite the spacious couch. you can feel his breath on the shell of your ear with each word, “mein liebling, i want to see you when you talk. look at me.”

“you can listen to me talk without needing me to look at you,” you swallow, and his grip tightens ever so slightly at your words.

you're shifting awkwardly, trying to ignore the way your heart beats a little faster at the proximity, at the fact that his voice has started to sound almost pleading. almost— because he would never admit to something as desperate as pleading. it’s hard to focus when he’s this close, when he’s right there. his fingers remain on your thigh, tracing deliberate lines over your skin, and despite the way you're trying to resist, you can feel your resolve crumbling.

it’s not every day that you see someone like kaiser be on the precipice of begging for your attention. 

“i promise, i’ll stop teasing you. look—” his other hand is hooking under your chin, coaxing you to look at him. and you do— his eyes, once intense and teasing, now holds a softer and almost guilty looking gaze. “keep talking, yeah?”

oliver aiku likes to loosen his necktie with one hand after a formal event.

neckties are the worst, an opinion oliver will stand by ‘til the end of time. he absolutely despises having to put one on for formal events, and he’ll do his best to charm his way out of having to wear one. it never works, so the second he puts it on, he’s already thinking of the moment he gets to pull it off of himself. he doesn’t think much of it when he does it— one finger looping in the space between his neck and necktie, and he’s pulling at it without care.

but recently, he’s started to notice how intently you’d been staring each time he did it.

oliver’s got a keen-eye; not even the smallest thing can get past him. he drinks in the sight of you when he does it, eyes fixed on you, and taking joy in the fact that you don’t even seem to notice. you’re too busy being fixated on his hand, and the way the vein on his hand becomes prominent when he flexes it to pull, or the way his fingers seem to play around with the fabric. your eyes are so sharp, but somehow so unfocused, all at the same time. he loves how it gets you worked up.

it’s entertaining, so he takes it up a notch.

he drags his fingers, slowly, down to the first button of his shirt. and then he’s unbuttoning it with one hand, putting in extra effort in exposing his collarbones. he can’t fight the grin that makes its way to his lips, at your reaction— your eyes are widening, and he can visibly see you gulp at the sight. and then your eyes are shooting up to meet his, and his grin becomes impossibly wider.

“like what you see?” the teasing and flirtatious lilt in his voice is unmistakable, and you can’t help but draw your eyes back down to where his hand is twirling the tie around his fingers. he makes you tick, but he’s also so attractive, and you hate that he can easily make you blush with his words.

“you wish.” you choose to look away with a scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “it’s gonna take more than that.” that makes him oddly excited, brows raising in mild surprise, and you honestly should’ve known better. it’s like you’re offering up a new challenge to him, and he gladly accepts.

oliver still hates neckties; that’s an opinion that will never change. he still looks forward to the second he gets to pull it off. except now, he gets to play a little game with you while he does it.

yukimiya kenyu keeps a hand on your back at all times, in public.

it’s a habit formed purely from the fact that the streets of shibuya have the tendency to become really crowded, and yukimiya hates it when you get separated from him in such a crowd. he likes it when you’re right by his side— he can keep a close eye on you at all times and protect you from getting pushed around. and originally, it started off with holding your hands. it was fine during the colder seasons, providing the two of you with extra warmth. but you had both quickly realized that it could become quite uncomfortable during summer, making your hands all sweaty and sticky.

so he experimented. he let his arm drop from your shoulders to the small of your back, his palm hovering over your skin, initially unsure of how you would react.

“is this okay?” he would lean down to whisper in your ear, and his voice was so gentle and so concerned about you. even when he was the one getting shoved around by the crowd, with people constantly running into the sides of his shoulders, he was still only thinking about you. you and your comfort. “tell me if this is uncomfortable, and i’ll figure something else out. okay?”

it made you shiver— you felt a heat crawl up your spine, and your stomach was immediately fluttering with butterflies.

you nod, “no, this is okay.” more than okay, actually, but you keep that to yourself. “thank you for asking.” he flashes you one of his pretty smiles, and he leans up to look straight ahead in the crowd again. but this time, his touch is more present— his palm is now firmly planted onto your skin, and he’s actively weaving you through the crowded streets.

whenever someone would get too close to you, or if he anticipates that someone is about to crash into you, his hand would travel to the side of your waist. and yukimiya grips on it, pulling your body flush against his side, effectively pulling you out of the way. “sorry,” he’ll whisper an apology, not having intended to hold you so tightly. his hands will go right back to where they initially were, not without trailing his fingers on the way back, leaving sparks tingling across your skin where he touched. “did i hurt you?”

“no, i’m fine,” you can keep your hand there, you almost tell him. it drives you insane that everything he does is unintentional— but maybe, one day, you'll be able to tell him exactly what you’re thinking.

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tags. @choccorin @mininji

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

i hate mischaracterizing characters, so for anyone who wants these, here are some facts/implied info about characters:

isagi is a loner and often skips out on parties and social events. this is because of how shy and awkward he is around other people and loud environments. (light novel, implied in the manga)

it’s impossible for nagi to hate anyone. even if someone is constantly making him work hard or taking his phone and games away, he is always calm and a pacifist. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)

rin is extremely kind and emotional under his stoic and emo exterior. he gives foreign tourists extremely detailed directions and is implied to be a good captain. (light novel, implied in the manga)

rin is also academically stupid in everything other than english. this is because he’s dead set on being a soccer player and therefore sees no point in any class other than english. (light novel)

karasu loves anything he finds special. he thinks that even rin and isagi are mediocre even though their blue lock’s number one, but he had a childhood crush on the only person he found special, a girl named marissa. (egoist bible)

sae doesn’t realize that he’s rude or has any malicious intent when he’s being an asshole. he just says what’s on his mind, no matter how mean or blunt. it’s confirmed that he does have friends, so he’s probably not always like this. (egoist bible, manga)

[sevarchive]

sae wakes up after anesthesia ♡ based from this tiktok!

he’s blinking up at the ceiling when you walk into the room dazed. slightly frowning. you walk over slowly.

“hey, sae. how’re you feeling?”

he turns his head. stares at you. eyes wide, mouth stuffed with gauze. you raise a brow.

“what?”

he tilts his head. “you look like someone i’d have a crush on. probably.”

“probably?”

“yeah. you’ve got that… annoying face i’d fall for.”

you snort. “annoying?”

“in a good way,” he says, dead serious. “like… dangerously pretty.”

“thanks, i think.”

he stares at your hand. at your ring then blinks.

“…wait. are we dating or something?”

“sae. we’re married.”

he nods, deep in thought. then frowns. “did i ask nicely?”

“you wrote me a whole speech.”

he blinks. “…did it rhyme?”

“no.”

“okay. good.”

you sit down next to him, brushing hair from his forehead.

“…do i get to kiss you?”

“we’re married. we kiss all the time.”

he looks mildly stunned. “no way.”

“yes way.”

another pause. he leans in, very slowly, and squints at your face. “…do i like you?”

“a lot.”

he nods again. “okay. yeah. makes sense. i’d probably flirt with you if i met you right now.”

“you literally just did.”

“…did it work?”

“unfortunately, yes.”

he hums, eyes almost closed now, like he’s finally about to drift off. you’re just about to stand when he mutters, half-slurred,

“…do we still do married stuff?”

you pause. “...what kind of stuff?”

his lips twitch. almost a smirk. “the fun kind.”

“sae!”

“just checking,” he mumbles. “’cause if i forgot that part too… that’d be tragic.”

you cover your face, flustered beyond belief. “you are so lucky you're cute right now.”

he sighs, content. “and married. don’t forget that part.”

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[xoxojisu]

CLINGY!

synopsis: in your relationship with rin, you've always been the affectionate one. the touchy one. the clingy one. so one day, you pull back from touching him so much, and it kills him.

notes: "jisu isnt this idea oddly similar to this katsuki fic you just wrote? BOY SYBAU MY BLOG I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.

you always touch first.

you’re the one who loops your arms around him from behind. the one who squishes his cheeks in your hands and calls him pretty. the one who laces your fingers with his while he’s mid-sentence like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

rin calls you clingy.

he says it with a sigh, with a roll of his eyes, with a “god, again?” when you kiss the tip of his nose.

he grumbles and looks to the side, but he never pulls away.

so you thought it was okay.

until you start wondering. what if he’s just tolerating it? what if he just doesn’t know how to tell you to stop?

you don’t bring it up. you just… stop. quietly.

no more casual touches. no more kisses on the cheek. no more spontaneous hand-holding or forehead pokes or clinging to his arm while he scrolls his phone or as you walk.

at first, rin doesn’t notice. not really. he thinks maybe you’re just tired. maybe you’re distracted.

but two days pass.

then three.

and then he realizes something’s wrong.

you still smile at him the same way. still talk to him, still text, still sit beside him on the couch.

but you keep your hands to yourself. you don’t lean on him when you laugh. you don’t reach for him. at all.

and it’s driving him crazy.

he’s sitting next to you now, knees barely brushing, and he’s sweating. his hands twitch in his lap. he glances at you from the corner of his eye and you’re looking down at your phone, legs tucked up under yourself, completely unaware of the war he’s waging inside.

he wants to touch you so bad he feels nauseous.

goddamnit, he feels so.. needy. but he can't even bring himself to care much.

he wants to feel you. in any way, shape, or form. just wants to feel your warmth against his.

but he’s never had to be the one to start it. he doesn’t know how. what if you pull away? what if you don’t want it anymore?

his throat’s dry. his heartbeat’s stupid.

he gives in.

“…are you mad at me?”

you blink up at him. “what?”

he looks away instantly. cheeks dusted pink. “you’re not… doing your usual.. stuff. it's weird. so i figured you were mad.”

you frown a little. “you mean the clingy stuff?”

his eyes flick to you, then away. “…yeah.”

you’re quiet for a second too long.

he panics.

“i didn’t mean it like that,” he says quickly. “i didn’t..! i-it's not annoying. i don’t want you to stop.” the words tumble out like he's been holding them in his whole life.

you look at him, surprised. “you don’t?”

he groans softly, dragging a hand over his face like he’s peeling it off. “i just say that because i've never really had it before. but i like it. i just don’t know how to ask for it. okay? i don’t know how to do that stuff. but you do, and i got used to it, and now you’re not doing it and it’s-” he cuts himself off, looking everywhere but at you. “…i miss it.”

you stare at him.

he looks miserable.

“…you miss me being clingy?” you say slowly.

he mutters, “don’t call it that,” but he’s blushing so hard now.

you try to hold back your smile. really, you do, but you can’t.

“so you like when i hang off you all the time.”

he groans again, turning his face into the couch cushion. “shut up.”

"aweeee, did my rinnie misssss me? he wants to be held?"

"shut up!" his face is on fire. he can't bring himself to look anywhere near your eyes.

you scoot closer. he tenses.

you lean in gently and press your forehead to his temple.

“i thought i was annoying you.”

he breathes in, shaky. “never.”

“so i can be clingy again?”

his answer is immediate.

“yes.”

but then, after a beat:

“but let me try, too.”

you blink. “try what?”

he reaches out with a hand that’s awkward, hesitant, and gently laces your pinkies together.

he won’t look at you. his ears are so red.

you smile so softly it hurts.

and you squeeze his hand back.

he sighs, relieved, and rests his head on your shoulder like he’s finally home.

(he is)

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[levenlike11]

his hands come up to your cheeks and hold, looking- rather staring into your soul. you smile and your cheeks in his hands squish up making them look chubbier.

"wanna bite you." he says it still holding instense eye contact. you laugh and a faint smile appears on his face. "i missed you." his head drops on your shoulder and he takes a deep breath of your perfume.

"missed you too." you put your head on his, as if it hasn't only been less than a full day since you last saw each other. he thanks the owners of the place for the dim blue lighting in the dark room as it conceals the blush starting to make itself known on his face.

his hands that are hugging your figure travels down and down until they hit your waist and sneak under your top to caress your soft skin. every inch his fingertips touch burn with excitement and leaves goosebumps on his way.

"missed you so. damn. much." he sighs into your shoulder and places a small kiss on there, slowly moving upwards on your neck. you open yourself to him and throw your head back, enjoying his acts. his hands are softly scratching your back while he keeps kissing and nipping at your skin.

"show me how much you missed me then." you whisper near his ear and peck his lobe, knowing it makes his knees weak every time you do that. his attention is now diverted to your chin, biting it tenderly. "baby-" you whine when he licks the part he bit to soothe the pain he caused.

"my pretty thing. all mine." staring into your eyes again, he touches your nose playfully with his pointer finger. you close your eyes and lean into him, letting your lips touch gently at first. it doesn't take long until he's exploring your mouth feverishly, teeth clattering and tongues brushing against each other with lust.

you push him off of you for a second to take a breath but he chases after your lips and doesn't let you leave. you can taste the drink he previously had on his tongue and it mixes with the minty taste your altoids left in your mouth. he thinks he's found heaven, right here in your arms.

when he eventually pulls back, you can't help but giggle at all the lipstick stains on the lower half of his face. (and trust my word on this one, he wears it proudly until you force him to wash it off- which leads to another make out session, in the bathroom this time.)

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eren, jean, levi (aot) geto, megumi, toji, nanami (jjk) SUNARIN, hinata, iwaizumi, akaashi (hq) reo, chigiri, rin, sae (blue lock) draken, wakasa, mitsuya (tokyorev) giyuu, sanemi (demon slayer) and anyone else you'd like!

all feedback is extremely appreciated, sorry for the inactivity!🥹🫶🏻

[munv]

𝗜𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗬

𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗦𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼?

P9

Im keeping my promise about posting guys <33

The morning sun slightly blended in through the curtain of your room, it was the weekend and you had no real intentions of waking up. At least, that was the initial plan. 

"Nee-san!"

 You grumbled over your breath in response to the familiarness of the name, rolling over to the other side of your pillow and finding a comfy position before getting ready to double click on the z's again. "Nee-san!" 

A small head of tussled black hair dashed into your room, with a slightly taller head of reddish brown following close behind. "NEE-SAN". The ongoing commotion from the two children managed to wake you up from your slumber, not without irritation of course. "what the hell.." you peeked from under your covers to come face to face with your two so called brothers, and to think that you were safe this morning since you had time before your parents went out. Turns out the time was too little. 

Using your pillow as a support, you manage to sit up successfully and turn to look at your brothers, eyes squinting from the sunlight you manage to get a few words out, "can you guys explain.." you take a pause with a long sigh, "why you two are running around the house like some wild pets that are yet to be vaccinated??.."

"soccer!"

You blinked before coming to your senses. "what?."

"Soccer." Replied the older of the two

The both of them chanted, Little Rin with the biggest smile and Sae behind him with this stare. You thought having one soccer fanatic in the family was enough, but Rin ended up picking up the terrible obsession after hanging out too much with Sae. You make a mental note on how much this is your fault since you were so busy with other things to actually make an attempt to bond with your little brothers. A miscalculation on your end you will make sure not to make ever again. 

Rin stepped forward and presented a soccer ball in his hands with energy and excitement emitting off of his very being. "play with us, please!"

"quit being lukewarm and get your lazy butt out of bed." Sae said with a light glare. You took off the top sheet you used to cover yourself with before facing the little devils. "Quit making an intense overuse of "lukewarm" for me while you get that attitude in check" you snarked back. 

"let's play! please nee-san! You aren't busy right? Lets go, go go!!" It was early as ever this morning and Rin was already raring to go, tugging on your arms and all. You sweat dropped at the sight of the little boy trying to drag you out of bed. "Sorry Rinny..I have plans."

Suddenly it wasn't Rin in front of you, but Sae, "nee-san...surely you wouldn't leave your little brothers all alone" The little brat upgraded to a bastard in less than 10 years..you underestimated him a bit too much. He knew what he was doing, but what hurt even more was that you knew that he was right. You couldn't leave some 4 and 7 year old's to their own devices, especially these two. Sae was a far from normal child and leaving Rin with him was more of a gamble than you were willing to take.

With a depressed sigh you came to a bone crushing conclusion, "get dressed in 5, we're going out." You were going to regret this, not like there hasn't been a moment you haven't. 

"[name]!" A young boy called out. Your meeting today was near a soccer field, and oh the irony, since you've brought the two addicts in the flesh. His blonde hair grew longer since the last time you've seen him, and not to mention he's grown a little taller. "Micheal!" you waved back. He ran up to you from his spot with sudden urgency. His clothes were dirtied more than they would usually be.

you assume hes been practicing a lot more recently with the way he started panting like a dog. “Oh, did you bring your little brothers??” He looked at the small children behind to you. 

Rin looked at him curiously before bursting out into a smile “Hi!! Are you [name]-nees friend??” 

“Too bright”…you sweatdropped at the mini sun introducing himself. Sae, ever the anti-social one, settled to stare at the older boy instead. 

“Lukewarm—“

before he could finish the rest of the sentence you slapped the back of his head while Kaiser doubled back in surprise. 

“Sorry about him. He’s been on this one word tangent for a while and won’t stop. This is Sae” you introduced him.

”aha! Right!” He wondered with the way the youngest didnt react to you slapping your brother if this was a normal occurrence. ”so what did you have in mind today?” 

“You want to walk around? Theres some good as scenery's around here I wanted to take a look at.”

“Sure! Im down for it.” You didn’t want to do anything too exciting today, considering the fact Micheal had to get back home soon. You were aware of his situation at home and tried your best to accommodate the best you could.

the two younger Itoshi’s could only watch you two chatter away with smiles. This was sure to be an interesting evening.

                           ITOSHI OMAKE

sae was, unsure of what to make of this. Him and Rin were walking behind you two as you both giggles and chuckled away. 

Just what the hell was this?

surely this couldn’t be the start of what he thought to be…what do you call it, potential love interest? It can’t be. Its just too good to be true. 

Rin, ever the angel wouldn’t understand the danger their older sibling was in right now. If he didn’t tread carefully, that blue serpent would steal you right from under his nose. 

“nii-san…does nee-san like him?” Good God. If even Rin noticed the new behavior, he knew you were a goner.

”they’re just good friends, Rin.” He remarked, almost as if he was convincing himself. Yeah, just good friends. Nothing else brewing in the pot. 

“Okay!!” He nodded along. Anything his older siblings said was nothing short of truth in little Rin’s head, of course.

[rose-nympho]

I’ve been staring at him for so long that I feel pregnant

[desvyn]

You’re just trying to walk past the bar crowd, hand in your boyfriend’s and a smile on your lips — until it happens. Some guy. Too drunk.

His hand touches your ass, it wasn't some accidental touch, he full on grabbed it.

And it’s not even subtle. Meaning your boyfriend clearly saw it happen as well. You freeze.

Your smile drops. You don’t even get the chance to react because the second it happens, your boyfriend stops cold. Turns around. Lets go of your hand.

The air changes. It’s like the fucking world pauses — because when he turns around, there’s murder in his eyes.

“Hey,” he says. Voice calm. Controlled. Deadly.

The guy stumbles a little, laughs. “It was a touch, relax—”

Crack.

One punch. Right to the jaw. No hesitation.

The guy goes down instantly, knocked straight into the dirty club floor, clutching his face. Blood already pouring from his nose. People around you gasp. Someone yells. You’re still in shock.

But your boyfriend? He just stands there. Breathing hard. Shoulders tight. Fists clenched like he hasn’t had enough. “You think it’s funny?” he says. Steps forward. “Touching someone who didn’t fucking ask for it?”

The guy groans. Doesn’t answer.

“Get the fuck up.” He doesn’t. Your boyfriend lowers his voice. “I said—get the fuck up.”

You grab his arm. “Babe, stop. It’s fine—”

He turns to you fast, still fuming. “No. It’s not fine. he touched you.” pause "i should cut his hands off for that"

He looks down at you like you’re the only real thing in the world.

“You flinched,” he says again, quieter now. “He made you uncomfortable.” You nod slowly, swallowing, fingers wrapped around his wrist now, grounding him.

His eyes are still wild. He’s still breathing like he might kill someone. But he lets you pull him back. Only after he spits at the guy’s feet.

“Touch her again,” he mutters, voice low and venomous. “And I swear I’ll put you in the fucking ground.” Then he turns. Wraps his arm around your waist.

And as you walk away, tucked under his arm, he doesn’t say a word. He’s still angry. Still ready to snap. But when you look up at him? He’s already looking at you.

Checking your face. Your breathing. Your comfort. “I’m okay,” you whisper. He exhales. Softens just slightly. But not much. Because in his head? He’s still thinking about dragging that guy outside and making sure he never touches another person again.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐕𝐘𝐍 | Don't try to be me, you can't.

[kissbabie]

❤︎ ໋𓈒 breeding kink !

your boyfriend has the nastiest breeding kink. it’s not actually because he wants you to have his kid, but it’s mostly because he loves the way you fall apart when he fills you up, the way you cling to him, the way you whine when he’s spilling everything into your tight hole. he likes the mess, how slow and deep he can fuck it back into you, and how it leaks out when it’s too much. it’s a possessive thing; he likes knowing that your body only remembers him.

he’ll hold you down, like he’s trying to mold the shape of you around him. he’s stroking your back gently while he whispers the filthiest things in your ear, but all you can do is whimper, thighs trembling from how full you are from him already having came inside you once.

“mm?” he hums, "what's that, baby? can't talk with my cock in you?"

he feels a sense of pride knowing how delirious he’s got you, especially when you sob out, “please, please, need more, i need you to—fuck—just—fill me up, please—!”

“s’cute,” he mumbles, rewarding you with a harsh thrust so deep your eyes roll back and you let out choked moans. “you're all dumb now, huh? just cause i'm fuckin' you full. so pretty like this, taking me so well.”

you feel it the second he starts coming again. his hips twitch, and there’s a deep groan that comes all the way from the back of his throat, causing his head to tilt back just slightly, hair clinging to his damp skin. his hands tighten on your hips, keeping you pressed down while warmth floods you all over again.

he stays buried inside, even after he’s come. he doesn’t make any efforts to pull out, instead just holding you there, as you’re shaking below him with your thighs open, and his cock twitching inside your overstretched pussy.

he groans. “shit… it’s leaking out already.”

you mewl, and he lifts his head, eyes glancing down to where your bodies are still joined. true to his word, you are leaking. there’s droplets of his thick cum dribbling out and forming a ring around the base of his cock, clinging to your inner thighs, making him stare as if he can’t look away.

“looks so good like that,” he mumbles, voice low and slurred with satisfaction. “jus’ spilling out of you. fuck…”

he watches every drop try to escape, only to be fucked back in with another slow roll of his hips.

really, he’s not trying to breed you. he just likes the sight of it. the way your hole flutters, the way it clings to your skin and makes you twitch, the way it marks you as his; messy and filled, thighs sticky, filled to the brim with every drop of him. although, if you did end up pregnant, he’s not so against the idea of that either.

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