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⋆｡°🎧ྀི.⊹₊ ⋆ just thinking about how your quiet and caring rin gets soooooo mean when he fucks you after losing a match.

he has you pinned under him, his legs straddling yours, your poor abused n bruised hips pulled up to meet the brutal punishing snap of his hips against your ass as you buried your face against the sheets and gripped them to tether yourself to reality. he’s faster, rougher, deeper and harder than he’s ever been, as if he’s trying to destroy and pour his frustrations into the heavenly warmth of your sweet n pretty little pussy.

the bed frame slams against the wall repeatedly, noises from your wet n needy cunt fill the room, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes off the walls, your voice so sweet and pretty as he drags whimpers and moans out of your mouth like a goddamn madman.

“fuckin’ blocked my shot.” he grinds out, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips, making you cry out. “i’ll fucking kill him.”

“r-rin! s-slow down!” you manage to whine, feeling his cock slam over and over and over again right up against that one spongey spot deep inside you.

he’s too fast, too deep, too rough, too big, too addictive, too fucking much. and your orgasm was approaching much too quick for your poor body to handle.

you feel a large hand thread into your hair, tugging at your scalp and pulling your head up from where you’d laid it desperately against the sheets. you whine at the sudden roughness, but rin never fucking falters.

“what was that?” his voice is so mean. condescending. angry. rough. and yet laced with affection only your rin could ever have for you.

“sweet fuckin’ slut can’t take it anymore?” he nearly smirks when he rips that sweet and pretty moan from your lips. a large calloused hand you’ve come to know so well runs over the pink marked-up plush of your ass, gripping tightly and making it sting. “shit, but look at how your fuckin’ cunt keeps squeezing me.”

there it is. he angles his hips a little lower, a blissed out moan leaving your pretty lips as he hits that one spot deeper. his hand roughly pushes your head down against the sheets, holding you in place like he fucking owns you, listening to your little moans, whimpers, whines and sobs.

needy pants and breathless groans leave his mouth as he fucks into you faster, his hand pressing your pretty face down into the bed and another hand pressing down on your back and keeping your ass perfectly arched up against him to meet his punishing pace.

he looks down at your sprawled out and pretty form, your sweet noises in his ears, your scent intoxicating him, your cute n perfect pussy sucking him in, your submission and compliance easing that war of anger within him. his perfect little angel. his perfect little angel who deserves to get fucked by a winner.

“you love this shit, right?” he rasps out, a yelp leaving your lips as your cunt clamped tightly around his merciless cock. “letting a lukewarm loser use and fill your perfect pussy till he forgets about how shit he played?”

you can’t even register his words in your pretty little head. your nails are nearly tearing through the sheets with how hard you’re gripping them, and your voice is all high-pitched whines, moans and pleas of his name. and of course, with the way his beautiful dick just keeps abusing your pleasure points, shit, that coil of bliss and pleasure is threatening to snap within you.

“s’too much, rin!” you’re so cute like this. a babbling, cockdrunk, fucked out mess — hardly even registering your own thoughts besides rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin.

“just shut up and take it, slut.” he mutters with that soft and doting note of affection, pressing your face further into the sheets as he feels that familiar feeling of ecstasy threaten to wash over him. “gonna fuck you till i can’t fuckin’ think of anything else.”

and he does just that. he fucks you till you’re bruised, overstimulated, stuffed, limp and half-conscious in his arms. he fucks you till he can feel your perfect cunt wrapped around his cock long after he pulls out of you. he fucks you till you’re leaking all over the sheets and making a mess. he fucks you till he’s all breathless whimpers, trembling limbs, overstimulated and finally out of stamina. he fucks you till he forgets why he could have ever been angry in the first place when he’s got an angel like you.

he’ll take care of you after destroying you, softest kisses all over you, the most gentlest of touches, a warm bath, praise in your ear, wrapped in his arms when you finally fall asleep with him — his perfect little angel.

yeah, he’s a sore fucking loser, but you always make him feel like a winner.

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born to explain in detail what’s wrong to my notes app, forced to say “ok” and move on

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he looks so fine with his bangs down..

i need sae to embrace his bangs again

PUT THE HAIRSPRAY DOWN

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Feel like Chifuyu is the whole fandom rn after today

We're so back with this ♡

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HELLLOOOOOO DEAR AUTHOR I HOPE UR DOING WELL the weathers becoming way warmer not sure if it's the same where you are but make sure to drink plenty of water!!! I adore your idol!reader fics and I was wondering if you could write one for Rin if we were to perform a song dedicated to him and only he knows that it is because of little details in the lyrics? I hope that made sense love you lots take care!! Totally fine if you don't have the time!!! Keep doing what you love -👾

ᓚᘏᗢ — rin itoshi: coming home !

synopsis: you write and perform a song that's a public anthem of heartbreak to everyone else, except to rin. because to rin, it's a secret love letter.

rin itoshi x idol!reader ⭑ fluff / cutesycutesycutesy i love him + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: hi 👾 ily, sneaked in bea's song hehe i love it sm

the lights dimmed, and the stadium roared. you stepped forward, heart racing under the weight of a hundred thousand eyes. but none of them mattered. only one did.

rin itoshi, somewhere in the vip section, is a practiced master at being invisible when he wanted to be. you didn't have to look to know he was there. you could feel him like gravity.

"this next song," you said into the mic, a soft smile playing at your lips, "is a little different. i wrote it myself, i hope you like it."

the crowd cheered, but the words weren't for them. they were for him.

the opening chords played, and as you sang, you slipped little pieces of him into every line.

i'm waking up to the gap on my blinds peeking sunlight i'd do anything just to be with you to sit and watch you slowly wake

and i'm sorry if i'm coming home too late a hotel room only means i'll be with you soon an american state makes me feel so far away so, i promise this time i won't be late

it wasn't really obvious. to the world, it was a beautiful, vague love song. to rin, it was undeniable. the memories you'd tucked into each verse were small, insignificant to everyone else, but not to rin.

the bridge hit and you closed your eyes, leaning into the microphone like a confession no one else could hear.

you always said you didn't like songs about you. but i think you deserve to be sung about.

and there was the line that sealed it. the one no one else would catch. not the fans, not your label, not even your closest friends. just him.

because he did say that, once. half-asleep, voice low against your temple: "don't write a song about me."

and here you were. the final note lingered as you lowered the mic, chest rising and falling, lips trembling with the urge to smile. the stadium exploded around you. the crowd loved it. they thought it was about some faceless past lover, a crafted image.

but you knew rin was sitting in that crowd, jaw clenched, ears ringing, not because of the volume, but because he heard you. he always did.

and when your eyes finally found his in the sea of people, his lips curved into the faintest, rarest smile.

you got me, his gaze seemed to say. you always do.

"...yo, is y/n looking at us? tell me i'm dreaming."

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

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Early Morning Thoughts

A drabble feat! Rin Itoshi || Fluff

Rin thinks you're the worst.

An absolute nuisance.

Because why is the memory of you laughing replaying in his head at 2 AM?

And why is it making him want to kick his feet and scream into his pillow?

His jokes weren't even that funny. He's not someone people usually consider funny.

But the way you laugh—the amount of times you laughed—when you two hung out earlier that day could've convinced him otherwise.

Not like it mattered that you thought he was or anything.

It definitely doesn't, is what he grumbles into his pillow with bright pink cheeks.

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TICKLISH

♡. rin itoshi is ticklish, fluff, based on this req

You knew the exact moment Rin let his guard down.

He was half-asleep on the couch, head resting on your chest, hair falling into his eyes. His breathing slowed, legs tangled with yours, his usual frown melted into something almost peaceful.

Too easy.

You slid your fingers down his side — gently, just a graze.

He flinched.

“Don’t,” he warned, voice already sharp despite the sleepiness. But you saw it — the twitch in the corner of his mouth. That was all the permission you needed.

You did it again. This time, dragging your fingertips along his ribs.

Rin jerked, a strangled noise escaping his throat — halfway between a gasp and a laugh. “I swear to god—!”

“Ohhh?” you grinned, instantly shifting on top of him, straddling his thighs as you went in for the kill. “You swear to god what, huh?”

“Don’t you fuc—ah! Stop it!” Now he was actually laughing — quiet but unfiltered, and real. He squirmed under you, trying to push you off, but clearly couldn't since his body physically wouldn't let him. poor guy was too drained from getting attacked.

“Say you’re ticklish,” you sing-songed, digging your fingers into his sides again.

“No— okay—OKAY! I’m—fuck—I’m ticklish! Just—” He was panting now, flushed, eyes wild with something close to betrayal. “You’re evil.”

You finally stopped, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple.

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately,” he muttered, dragging you into his chest and holding you hostage. “Touch me again and I’m kicking you out.”

“…ticklish and dramatic.”

“I’m not talking to you anymore.”

But his arms never let go.

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @mihyas-dieehefrau @ravenbc @shezuannn @greekyoghurtwithberries

A/n: my shaylaaaaa

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rin laying on your chest taking a nice little nap until his phone begins going off with messages from the group chat he's in with his soccer teammates. you don't want him waking up so you pick up his phone and take a cute little selfie of rin sleeping peacefully on your chest and you sticking your tongue out and send it out to the group chat. the pic was captioned with a little "sorry bros, he can't text back in the group chat rn, baby needs his nappies (｡•̀ᴗ-)"

when he woke up, he was met with tons of messages of his buddies teasing the shit out of him.

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"tumblr humor is only funny to tumblr users" NOT true. those bitches on pinterest love us.

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who the hell is he? — you’re thirsting over a character, but he doesn’t know you’re talking about someone fictional

౨ৎ ft. rin, nagi, and sae

contents. fluff, crack, the boys get a lil jealous hehe, suggestive for sae’s part (mdni), the fictional characters reader is thirsting over are from l&ds lmfaooooo

note. this is my first bllk smau pls be nice 🫣 i’m trying to get comfy writing more bllk characters!! feel free to request :3

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I'm afraid I believe those two are extremely deeply into roleplay, you can't convince me otherwise

⋆˙⟡ in which you try on calebs colonel uniform … and get caught.

you wanted to try his uniform on as a joke. it was supposed to be fun. and you were definitely not supposed to get caught by caleb, who walks into the room, just as you inspect yourself in front of the mirror, enjoying the view of the sharp lines of fabric on you. 

„I knew you had a thing for the uniform“, he teases with a sly smile. heat creeps into your cheeks, while caleb strolls leisurely into the room. 

„I just wanted to see why your attitude changes so much when you wear this. thought maybe there’s a curse or something on it.“ you start to unbutton the first buttons, when his hand reaches your wrist. 

„don’t“, caleb says. 

you furrow your brows in confusion. „why?“

there’s a dark glimmer in his eyes, while they go up and down your body. „I enjoy the view, colonel.“ 

you need a second to realize what he just said. then it clicks. 

he wants this. 

he likes it as much as you do.

there’s a shift in your mind. you raise your chin, looking up at him. 

„who gave you permission to talk to your superior officer like that?“, you say in a stern voice. 

caleb instantly lets go of your wrist, his eyes darkening even further. „forgive me for disobeying the orders. am I in trouble now?“ 

„you definitely are“, you say, as you give him a shove. he falls down on the brink of the bed, looking up at you with flushed cheeks. slowly, you let your finger wander over his neck, down his chest, which starts to rise faster by the second. he looks up to you, his purple gaze lingering on your face before switching to your body in his uniform once again. his tongue darts out, licking his lower lip.

you put two fingers under his chin and make him look into your eyes again. 

„I want to punish you“, you whisper. „for leaving me for so long.“

„then do it“, he retorts instantly. 

and so you do, as you sink on him, crushing your lips to his. 

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donkeybreaker ...

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the crossover we all need 🙏

My taste in men be like 😮‍💨🙂‍↕️

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“blue lock is just a manga about soccer” “blue lock is fruity and nothing else” i think nagi's character writing alone can immediately shut down all of these accusations. so now that chapter 302 has finally been released, let's have a (not so) quick discussion about nagi's character.

let's start from the beginning, during nagi's childhood. we've never seen a flashback in the official manga of nagi's backstory, nor do we see one in episode nagi, but there are numerous hints that lead us towards what might be nagi's childhood. in the egoist bible, it's said that nagi was raised with a very hands off style. in episode nagi, nagi says that his parents once told him “don't die before we do”.

so there's a lot to unravel there. for one, we can safely assume that nagi's parents likely weren't extremely involved in his life. judging from the way that nagi goes to an elite prep school and can live on his own with a consistent amount of food and lots of furniture, nagi is well off. judging from these factors, i wouldn't be surprised if nagi's parents were people who had to go on business trips often.

now, about the thing that they had told nagi. for one, nagi is seventeen when reo first meets him. a parent probably should say these sorts of things to their child in the first place, but for the argument's sake, let's just say that his parents are extremely inexperienced and not good with social cues. we can see that nagi is clearly emotionally stunted, likely from a lack of parental guidance or warmth as a child.

a parent telling their child about dying at such a young age is already alarming. yes, i know that there are warm and loving implications. that the parents wouldn't be able to live without nagi. but at the same time, considering how there are some people who are extreme pessimists, wouldn't that also imply that the parents should die before the kid?

and i'd also like to bring up another point. when nagi goes back “home”, he goes back to his dorm at school, not his parents’ house. i know that nagi still has to go to school, but does he not even bother to go to see his parents? do his parents not care enough to go and visit their son, who they watched fall from grace?

but i digress. basically what i'm saying is that from all of the hints we recieve throughout the story and additional media, nagi was likely emotionally neglected as a child due to his parents.

now let's talk about his relationship with reo. you can interpret their relationship in any way your want, though i personally see them as romantic. i think kaneshiro wrote them as soulmates, considering how they're both opposites and the same. reo recieved a suffocating amount of love in his childhood because his parents were so involved in his life. at least, that's how it is at face value. although, like nagi's parents, i have no doubt that they surely love reo, reo's parents definitely view reo as an heir to the corporation sometimes rather than their own son.

reo is seemingly always emotionally mature and calm, but that's not the case. we see numerous times throughout the series that reo has seemingly “grew” and that he has gotten over nagi or that he can do everything by himself from now on. but the momnt that something happens between him and nagi again, his development always end up shattering. reo is emotionally immature when it comes to nagi. i don’t think there's any other way to put that.

i think that nagi began to care more about everything after meeting reo. but at the same time, i also think that nagi is the type of person who cares too much. he cares so much that he pretends that he's just some nonchalant guy. in chapter 302, we see nagi walk by the stairs that he first met reo on and reminicing the time he met reo. but he continues to deny his love and desperation for soccer, until the end of the chapter, when he breaks down in tears.

nagi reminds me of a parent in a way. the type who continuously puts their child through hardship and always making their child do so many extracurriculars and sports, and the child just htes them, but when the child ends up being a successful adult due to the extracurriculars, the child finally realizes that the parent was just trying to thelp them all along but wasn't good enough at communication to tell them. i think that was reo and nagi’s relationship during the second selection, though nagi isn't reo's parent in any way shape or form.

i think nagi was originally just suppoed to be the stereotypical lazy relatable lovable genius character who would get blue lock more popularity, and i think reo was originally supposed to just be some annoying little brat who only saw nagi as a dog. and during the first selection in the original blue lock manga, before episode nagi released, i do believe that's how it was.

but i digress, i'm reaching too far there. so now let's talk about isagi and how isagi shaped more of nagi's characterization.

reo was the reason why nagi ever played soccer in the first place, isagi was the reason nagi continued, and reo was the reason why nagi kept on playing soccer to the end and why nagi couldn't play soccer anymore.

i think that isagi, similar to reo, serves as an opposite to nagi. but unlike reo, who still shares many similarties with nagi, isagi is completely different to nagi. i think that's the real reason why nagi chose isagi's team during the second selection, and not actually because of isagi's goal during the team v vs team z match.

so yeah, sorry for the yap session again. basically nagi is someone who pretends to be nonchalant but secretely cares too much lmao.

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So like reader and Sae being childhood sweethearts but when he leaves for Spain

He doesn’t contact anyone (he said some words to us, bad things💔during that snowy night) but when he come backs, he sees us hugging or something romantic(?) with Rin

Sae angst my savior🥀 if this even makes sense

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi: someone i survived !

synopsis: after sae itoshi broke your heart with cruel words and colder silence, you finally begin to heal and find comfort in his brother.

sae itoshi x reader / rin itoshi x reader ⭑ angst / childhood sweethearts to strangers / rin's the better brother + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: BYE this destroyed me

"don't wait for me."

that was the last thing he said.

but it wasn't the worst.

the worst were the words that came before that, bitten out through clenched teeth, eyes colder than winter rain like he couldn't stand the sight of you anymore.

"the thing between us? it's nothing."

you'd thought he was angry. tired or scared, maybe. that if you held on just a little longer, he would say he didn't mean it.

but he only kept going.

"i'm not going to waste my life on some high school fantasy. you're too clingy, too emotional. how am i supposed to focus when you're always acting like this forever?"

it was like every sentence stripped something off your bones.

you stood there on the curb, blinking back tears in the lamplight, your fingers twitching with the need to reach for him, even as he carved you open with each breath.

he didn't look sorry nor did he look conflicted.

"you're just a distraction, y/n. i don't need that where i'm going."

he left you crying in the cold. he never turned around. not once.

and in the years that followed, not a single message came through. not a single call. you waited in the dark for a while, hoping he would come to his senses. hoping the sae you loved would wake up and remember what you meant to each other.

but the silence spoke louder than anything else ever could.

so you forced yourself to move on. to stop searching for his name in your notifications. to scroll past every football update account that may post about him with glowing headlines and pixelated match clips.

to stop hoping you'd hear his voice in some interview or press conference, that he'd accidentally let your name slip through the cracks of his cold, practiced exterior.

you buried the softness he once coaxed out of you, the version of yourself that believed in fairy tales and forever, and learned how to live like you didn't need him. like he hadn't cracked your world open and then walked away from the wreckage without so much as glancing back.

even when it still hurt. even when the pain became part of you. and now, years later, he was back.

not in headlines, not on a screen. he was here.

it was winter when he came back, late january. the air bit, the sky was heavy with clouds. snow clung to the bare trees like it, too, had refused to let go of something.

he hadn't planned to see you. or maybe he did. maybe something in him had known he'd find you in the places that once belonged to both of you.

the park.

your park.

he spotted you from across the field. it took him a moment to recognize you, bundled up in a thick coat, cheeks pink from the cold, laughing like you hadn't laughed in years.

you looked pretty, stunning even. but you weren't alone.

rin was with you.

sae's little brother. the one he'd left behind too. the one who never asked questions when he packed his bags and shut the door on everything and everyone.

rin was laughing too as you hurled a handful of snow at him. he ducked, barely missing it, then lunged for you. you shrieked, running backward but you slipped.

you fell with a soft thud, landing right on top of him.

neither of you moved. and then you laughed again, brighter this time, eyes crinkled and shining. rin just lay there, looking up at you like you were the only thing worth seeing.

sae felt it like a knife to the ribs. you looked... happy.

not healed, not whole, but getting there. with his little brother on your side. without him.

he stood still, breath clouding in the cold as he watched the life he could've had play out without him.

you hadn't seen him yet and for a moment, he hoped you wouldn't.

because what would he even say?

i didn't mean it?

i was young, scared and selfish?

what is rin doing here with you?

none of it would undo the way you'd looked that night when he told you you were nothing. none of it would take away the pain he saw etched into your smile now, joy won from a grief he had caused.

sae itoshi, who was always so sure and so right, suddenly had nothing to say.

he'd come back a stranger.

and rin, rin who was always just a step behind, who admired his big brother, had taken his place.

he had earned the softness sae once crushed in his hands like it meant nothing.

and sae... sae was just someone you used to love.

someone you had survived.

and that was the cruelest part of all.

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.