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lostazuree · 3 days ago

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HEAR ME OUTT. Asking BLLK boys for gym pics w rin, kaiser, nagi, isagi, bachira & shidou

📸 ₊˚୨୧— Gym Pics.ᐟ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Asking your boyfriend for gym pics .ᐟ —SUGGESTIVE

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: Michael Kaiser, Itoshi Rin, Shidou Ryusei, Nagi Seishiro, Bachira Meguru, Isagi Yoichi .ᐟ

♡ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇʀ .ᐟ

His gym sessions were quite relentless, he worked his ass off in the gym, always came home looking absolutely delectable. Towel over his shoulders, hair scattered across and his gaze half-lidded, exhaustion evident in his gaze as he opens the door with a creak, a heavy sigh slipping out of his lips as he shuts it behind himself, kicking his cleats off, heading for the showers, purposely flipping his hair infront of you once, twice, until you comment on how hot he looks after returning. Same routine.

Which left you wondering, that if he looked like this after the gym sesh, how good would he look during it? And what better than to ask your very helpful jerk of a boyfriend? You'd had suggested the idea to him a few times before, "Micha, Gym pics when?"

He had brushed it off all the time playfully, taking it as a joke, 'cause he's very locked in at the gym; no texts, no calls. It's not like he told you not to, you just knew better than to disturb him while he's working out. But one day, one day you really needed one, for whatever reason, let's just say you were feeling horny lonely and you missed your boyfriend. So you texted him despite your better judgement; "Kaiser, please. One photo isn't too much, ja?"

His phone buzzed, which was surprising. No one ever texted him at this hour. He thought of ignoring it but his curiosity got the better of him. Unlocking his phone, he read the text, a smirk quirking up on his lips. "You're so desperate, engel.", "You're getting blocked for that jargon." and before you expect another cocky or dramatic reply, Ping!, attachment- one image is what you read as you clicked on the picture before ascending, you were swept with what you saw; A gym picture. More specifically, he's in the restroom infront of a mirror, shirt off and hanging from his shoulder, flexing his biceps while his abs are on full display for you, beads of sweat coating his skin like a sheen, hair falling over his eyes, head slightly tilted to the side, letting you see the blue rose tattoo of his neck along with the veins as he's leaning over the sink counter with a smoldering expression. "Forgive me, schatz?" is the caption. How could you not?! This was the best apology in the history of mankind. "Too speechless? I guess we'll 'talk it out' when I get there." is the last text before he turns his phone off and you nearly stop yourself from throwing yours across the room.

♡ ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ʀɪɴ .ᐟ

Rin is hot, extremely. You know that. And he returns from the gym looking neat. He doesn't realise it, (maybe he does, who knows.) but he's a walking national threat when he wears that sleeveless black tee, cuz the weather's too hot. And that too, a compression tee. You can see every inch of his skin through the T-shirt but he's flustered inside unnervingly calm about it.

You had asked him before, just one time, maybe twice..thrice, only for two months. He was always adamantly set on denying. He wouldn't admit but it was goddamn embarrassing for him to even imagine pulling out his phone in the middle of a set, walking up to a mirror, pose, and snap. He is just disgusted by the thought of people glancing his way while he does this. So no matter how much you asked, "No. You know I'm not gonna do that." while mumbling 'lukewarm things', 'half-baked questions' under his breath. But frankly, he had grown used to you asking that question before he left for the gym, and nowadays, you didn't. It didn't feel the same. He had to do something, even at the cost of his pride.

You're watching silly tiktoks on your phone, occasionally sending him a few cause you know his phone stays on silent when he's at the gym. Until..you get a notification back. You were startled to see; "Rinnie 💋: sent an image!" Your fingers practically flew to check the message. There it was, a gym picture! and you were floored at what you saw, jaw hung open at the sight before you. You couldn't believe that this man sent you a gym pic, the one who refused such things even in your dreams, was now standing infront of a full body-mirror, hair covering his eyes, grey sweats and a black tee, with a simple pose. He held the phone infront of his face, in an attempt to hide his blush, but you knew his hands were trembling because the photo was a little blurry—not blurry enough to not show the veins cascading down his toned arms as his hand was shoved into his pockets, neck tense. The arm which propped the phone up, was tense like he was pleading with his body to stay with him, his triceps on a perfect display as he captioned the image, "First and last." but toast to him, because now it's a tradition for him to send you atleast 3 images per week. Gets him hyped up.

♡ ꜱʜɪᴅᴏᴜ ʀʏᴜꜱᴇɪ .ᐟ

He's a well sculpted man, he never fails to show it. Roaming shirtless around the house, purposely forgetting to bring his towel into the shower, (you're cooked). He loves when you look at him, and he goes all out to prove that. You don't need to ask him for any pictures, a hint that you like him working out is enough for him to send you a gym pic everyday—he's just that horny generous.

Like I mentioned, you just need to compliment him after he comes back home from the gym. Sweaty, tired, filthy and clingy. His hair is usually weighed down from his strict workout, "Gotta keep these muscle babies up', what if ya leave me if I don't?" Dumbass. He purposely puts up the most dramatic muscle-man show infront of you all the time for you to give him some attention and praises. "Ryu, baby, looks like you've been hitting the gym a little harder." and he grins wide, nodding eagerly. "Mhm, of course you'd notice." and consider your job here, done, just that, you're set. From the next day onwards, you're getting your daily wages.

Evening, exactly thirty minutes after he's left, a notification sound erupts from your phone, one you specifically set for his chat because opening this man's texts in public is a biohazard-ic crime to society, if that even makes sense. You never know if it's the most heartfelt love confession, an "I burnt the toaster.", the most devious memes ever, or you know, just a casual greeting pictore of his mini-shidou. But today, it wasn't any of the aforementioned, it was him, wearing a beige loose tee, it wasn't a mirror picture, he set that phone on a dumbbell with a timer, standing infront of it, lifting his Tee by it's hem, his flexed biceps and abs glistening with sweat as he stuck his tongue out, his other hand shoved into his pocket, letting you see every carved detail of it. The air was knocked out of your lungs as you practically gawked at his picture, unable to reply. "Hey pretty baby, I know you saw that. No words?" and you coughed, brain still malfunctioning, "Just come back, Ryu. Right now." Safe to say, he paid for the gym membership, and you paid for Ryu-membership. He's gonna send you stuff everyday now.

♡ ɴᴀɢɪ ꜱᴇɪꜱʜɪʀᴏ .ᐟ

Now, for the sake of this scenario let us believe this lazy ass dude goes to the gym. (Which I think he maybe does, because bro's panels are always sick), there's no other way he has such immaculate abs. But Seishiro is unbothered, it doesn't really matter to him whether he has abs or not. But he finds your interest in them a hassle bit amusing.

You've asked Nagi to send you some pics, and he just looks at you like "Huh? Gym pics?" and you grin at him, "Yes. You heard me." He thinks about it, one one hand he's confused why you wanna see him sweaty and tired, though he doesn't have any objections, he's too lazy to come up with that. And on the other hand, clicking pictures is so troublesome, it's a hassle. "...fine." He's been saying that since a long time but he forgets everytime. Begrudingly, he gets up in the evening after relentless honking outside from Reo's car (recent chapters 💔) as he comes and picks up Nagi for the gym. Nagi tells Reo about how you've been asking him for gym pics, and he provides him motivation to do so. He's gonna help.

Your phone buzzes, it's a picture from Nagi, You sit up straight on the couch because he finally sent you a picture. You open it and it's the messiest photo, because you can literally see the full length mirror slightly cracked, a set of fingers, most probably Reo's, curled up from behind, holding up the mirror, because Nagi fell ontop of it once. While Seishiro is trying—trying to pose, his posture is still slumped, his fingers pushing back his hair and his head tilted to the side, so you could see his neck, His T-shirt tossed aside, his other arm holding up the phone. You could see everything, his sweats hung low on his waist, revealing that delicious V-line for you while his expression is neutral, not tired, just neutral. Like he's giving this a second thought, waiting for your reaction. "No more, please." He captioned. What you send him next is a flurry of almost unintelligible texts with spam clicked emojis, hyping him up because goddamn, you want more. When he reaches home, he tells you how much of a hassle it was, and that he won't do it again. But the next day, click!, another picture, which is slightly higher in quality, dimmer lights, a better view, no cracked mirrors and no third person.

♡ ʙᴀᴄʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇɢᴜʀᴜ .ᐟ

Now, Bachira was anything but shy. He didn't really care, he could roam butt-ass naked around the entire house flashing you whenever you looked at him. But there was something about how he looked when he was exhausted after working out. That half-lidded gaze, yet still a goofy grin on his face? Yes. And he absolutely would comply with your requests, no hesitation.

He's lying on the bed with you, spooning you from behind while you're poking at his arms. They look good. He's been working on them, of course they do. You shift in his grasp, turning to face him as he pops a lazy eye open, waiting for you to speak. "Megs." you look at him with your signature grin, one he's grown used to, he knows you're up to no good, but so is he, anyway. "Yes, sunshine?" you poke at him, "I like your arms." and before he can react, "I like your shoulders. Your chest. Your abs. Everything." and he grins wide, arms tightening around you. One thing you knew for sure, you could get anywhere with this man with praises. "Thanks, sweetheart. Gym is crazy." And then you drop the bomb over him. "Pics or it didn't happen." and he looks at you, blinking, confused as he tilts his head with a low, "Huh?" and you giggle, rephrasing yourself for him once again. "So you want gym pics." And that's about it, he agrees quickly, too quickly, because he will not waste any opportunity to have you look at him and praise him. Babyboy.

Next time he's at the gym, your silly little notification sound goes off, one he set himself, a picture popping over your screen, and god, you are asking the divine itself for patience and sanity, because this boy is just so edible. It's a selfie, except, the hem of his usual jersey, (yes, he wears a jersey to the gym) is tucked between his teeth, holding it up so his abs are served out on full display for you, his honey eyes narrowed at the screen, the lighting is dim, his surroundings aren't visible, but what matters is he's flexing his bicep, rippling with veins. caption? "Here, lovey.😝" And after your garbled rambling, since then, you always get your daily fill of evening snacks.

♡ ɪꜱᴀɢɪ ʏᴏɪᴄʜɪ .ᐟ

Isagi hardly cares about the way he looks, but to say he works hard at the gym would be an understatement. He probably uses those poor equipment to cool off the rage he doesn't even know how or why, exists, and he doesn't get it either why you'd wanna see him all sweaty after gym, sure, he does know why, but he doesn't see the appeal.

He looks scrumptious after gym, hair slightly pushed back, his tee clinging to his body as he walks with that concentrated little frown on his face that he doesn't know he acquires when he's focused. So, naturally, you wanna see more. And also very naturally, you've been asking him for some gym photos for a few weeks now, and he too, brushes it off thinking that you're just teasing him. Until you make it clear that you're not. "Isagi, you MUST send me some pictures." You nudged him while he dried his hair, raising an eyebrow, "It's a must now? Why so?", "You know, boyfriend duties!", and you only get a grin from him as a reply. How rude.

The next day, he leaves at his usual time. And you're not having it anymore, he's 15 minutes in, and his inbox is swarmed—no, bombarded with texts, all from you. He sighs audibly loud, walking over to the restroom, shutting it behind him with a click. Exactly ten minutes later, your phone buzzes with a notification, it was a picture. Finally. You opened the image, and you could feel yourself levitating closer to the divine, because holy—the photo may've took a long time, but was worth every second. It was him, his leg propped up on the countertop, his shorts ridden up, revealing his toned thighs. His hand holding up the phone was flexed, muscles tight, while the other hand was in his hair, dragging it back, giving you a full view of his forearms. His face was covered by the phone, but you knew he was blushing, you could see the flush on his neck. He captioned it; "You can quit whining now, babe." He was trying so hard to be cool, a little too hard. "You took ten minutes for that?" But you knew, a few flirty comments from you, and it's game over for him at the gym, and game over for you when he comes back.

A/N: W request. 😝

Thanks for reading .ᐟ

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yumerinns · 4 days ago

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rin and your lips(tick) rewrite (original post has been privated) (this honestly might be worse)

use of y/n once

rin knows you've been up to something.

you've been smearing different shades of lipstick on your wrist, holding it next to your face in front of the vanity mirror.

it's not unusual for you to test out your lipstick like that, but you've been practically scavenging through every single container and box you had in the drawers.

he doesn't think much about it, but he still watches out incase you're planning something.

you choose a time where he seems to have forgotten his surroundings— when he's rewatching soccer match tapes— to sneak up behind him, turn his head towards you and pepper kisses on his face.

"[y/n]-!" he gets one breath to say, before you're already all over his face.

he doesn't push you away from him, but the way his body stiffened up and his skin feels so warm beneath your lips is a telltale sign he's flustered.

he tries to speak as well, but quickly finds out he can't stop you, and he only gets to mutter half-hearted protests and acts of confusion.

you don't leave a single spot empty— his nose, forehead, temples, cheeks— everything has been tainted with the stain of your lips.

you know rin enjoys it secretly, but would rather die than admit it, because when you place a kiss on the corner of his lips, you can feel the corner of his mouth resisting to curve upwards.

your lips are so soft, he thinks.

and his face is so smooth. great canvas to paint!

and when you place a final kiss on his jawline, he accidentally rubs that spot and sees a smudge of red on his hand.

"wait."

"what's this red."

you grin, skipping away from him as he gets up to look at his reflection in the mirror.

his whole face is covered in your bold, cherry lipstick.

you can hear his sigh from the other side of the world.

(you catch him taking a mirror photo of his face later in the bathroom. his face gets so red it matches the colour of your lipstick.)

(you're doing this again.)

#rinns' dream #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x y/n #rin itoshi x you #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin x y/n

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cryinggirlnamedhelen · 3 days ago

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“𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥”

was it casual when isagi yoichi always jumped in front of you during dodgeball, basketball, and volleyball in gym class because he was always worrying about your safety?

was it casual when bachira meguru always defended you from bullies, even if it meant getting beat up himself, and smiled at you whenever you helped patch him up?

was it casual when chigiri hyoma always told you about each and all of his hair tips when he did so with no one else?

was it casual when kunigami rensuke always carried you and your things around even at the slightest inconvenience or when you didn’t want to walk or hold something?

was it casual when nagi seishiro always defended you whenever you were both playing video games, even if it meant that he would end up losing or dying in that very game?

was it causal when mikage reo always snuck out late at night in order to go to small little corner restaurants with you because you wanted him to enjoy “being poor”?

was it casual when barou shouei always cleaned your room for you no matter how filthy it was or how annoyed he was that day, just because you asked him?

was it casual when itoshi rin always bought you your favorite flavor of ice cream, no matter how much or how little pocket money he had on him at the time?

well, clearly it was to him, because he kissed someone else at the altar while all you could do was silently clap and claim the tears of sadness as tears of joy.

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shidoglazer · 3 days ago

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hi this with blue lock men 🤤🤤🤤

ch: sae, rin, reo, kaiser, shidou

you’re straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist. it wasn’t even supposed to be like this, you just saw him come out of the shower in only his shorts, and decided you needed him on your lips immediately.

his hands placed onto your hips— possessively, firmly, as you leaned in to kiss him, and as soon as your lips hit his, it was like a crash of sweetness landed on his tongue. not the gentle sweetness of fruits on a summer day, but a wave of sweetness that just reminded him of you, one that was chaotic, that washed over all his senses in an instant, one that’d he decline if it was on anything other than your lips.

he pulled away for a brief moment, the grip on your hips tightening slightly. “new lipgloss?” you panted softly, in a haze as you nodded, “hah..yeah.. mn,” your response was breathy and dazed. his lips twitched upwards just ever so slightly, “its an acquired taste. let me taste it just once a few more times.” your lips stretched into a smile as he pulled you back against him, lips wrapping around each others while he lapped away at your lips.

you don’t know when you got pinned down by him against the bed, him holding your jaw upwards as he continues to push and smack his lips against yours. you also don’t know when both of your clothes ended up on the floor ^~^

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itoshiierae · 4 days ago

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Hihi !! I was wondering if you could write Rin fluff about how he is super clingy and needy but acts like he isn’t and gets super shy and embarrassed when you point it out !!

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

ᡣ𐭩 notes: rin claims he’s not clingy but he gets grumpy when you’re more than two feet away.

ᡣ𐭩 cw: flufff <33 rin being soft & clingy but he’s in denial lmao (not proofread)

you’re on the couch, just minding your own business while scrolling through your phone with your legs tucked under a soft cozy blanket— when rin suddenly throws himself down beside you.

or more like, on you.

one arm slung around your waist, chin nudging your shoulder, as the soft strands of his hair brush against your cheek with every quiet shift. the weight of his body slowly melts into yours like he’s been carrying it all day only to fall apart here.

you blink. “uh… rin???”

“hmm...” he mumbles it into your sleeve.

you glance down at him as you stroke his hair before asking, “everything okay??”

he nods but he’s still not moving.

“…do you wanna cuddle?”

“no.”

you raise an eyebrow. “uhh, babe… you do realize you’re clinging onto me like a koala right now, right?”

he scoffs, pulling the blanket higher around the both of you now. “….shut up.”

you have to physically stop yourself from laughing because he’s trying so hard to deny it while his whole body is practically wrapped around you. it’s always been this way with him.

he’s constantly pretending he’s not clingy, even when every part of him says otherwise. you see it in the way his fingers hook lightly under the hem of your shirt— like he just needs to hold onto something to stay grounded. and in the way his forehead keeps nudging against your neck, sleepy and instinctive, almost as if his body’s just naturally drawn to yours.

“you swear you don’t like cuddling… and yet here you are, refusing to let me go.”

“… i do not,” he mutters, face now buried in the crook of your neck, like he’s embarrassed by the truth.

you run your fingers through his hair, voice laced with amusement. “right… so this isn’t you seeking comfort and affection from your beloved girlfriend?”

“i said shut up…”

“you could’ve just straight up asked me for a hug, rin.”

he groans, the tips of his ears already turning pink. “…you’re annoying.”

you press a kiss to his cheek, even as he half-heartedly turns away like he’s embarrassed to want it so much. “you’re clingy,” you say again, smiling against his skin.

“i’m not—” he mutters, though he still hasn’t let go.

“you’ve been latching onto me like a koala for the past five minutes, and you still won’t admit it?”

he doesn’t say anything right after— because deep down, he knows you’re right. but well… it’s not like that stops him from clinging to you anyway.

──★

later that night when you roll over to grab your charger, rin instinctively tugs you back to him. his arms wrap protectively around your waist as his legs tangle with yours— and even with his eyes still closed, it’s obvious he knows you tried to move.

you whisper, “sooo… definitely not clingy, huh?”

he doesn’t answer. but the way he tightens his grip around you??

yeah… you already know the truth & he’s just too shy to admit it.

#bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock rin #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x you #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi fluff

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eremikayearner · 4 days ago

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⋆｡°🎧ྀི.⊹₊ ⋆ it’s just been plaguing my mind a lot. you know, the thought of those pretty sounds rin makes when he fucks you.

his voice is just so deep and raspy, it’s just nature for those deep groans to fall from his lips the second he starts going in and out of your wet heavenly cunt that just keeps sucking him in.

he tries so hard to stay quiet as long as he can, nipping down on his lower lip and gripping your hips harder—anything to grasp on to that self control that was slipping so incredibly far away from him. it’s nothing but those pretty groans that come out of his mouth.

then those sounds get a little bit high pitched. it’s when your nails dig into his back, drawing long, painful and delicious scratches along the muscle that his voice breaks into something that sounds almost like a moan. it’s when your gummy walls clench around his cock, his moans turn a little more breathless. and when he hears you moan his name? shit, he’s a goner.

that’s when he starts chasing. chasing the sounds of your pretty moans. chasing the feeling of your hands roaming, clutching and clinging onto his body. chasing the feeling of your pussy tightening around his cock when he hits that sweet spot inside you. chasing the feeling of your high. chasing the feeling of his own high. he’s gripping your hips tight enough to bruise, and he’s driving his hips and his dick into you over and over and over and over again.

his mind’s a mess, his body’s out of his control, and he’s so incredibly lost in you. that’s when he starts whimpering. the sound is straight from heaven. it’s high pitched, soft, needy, whiny, almost like he’s holding back tears in those pretty teal eyes of his.

“m’gonna cum.” he whimpers in your ear, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he tries to stop himself from cumming right on the spot. but he’s a good boy, he’s not cumming till you’ve cummed around his dick first.

he’s losing himself, incoherent strings of needy words leaving his lips in the prettiest whimpers. your name, how good you feel, how he never wants to pull out of you, how he’d rather die than never fuck you again—oh, poor sweet thing, he’s not gonna last much longer.

he’s in luck, ‘cause you’re already shaking, gasping, moaning and cumming around his cock the second those last words tumble out of his mouth.

when rin cums, shit, you could cum all over again just from how hot he sounds. his voice breaks, he’s all whiny whimpers, and needy groans as he gets closer and closer till he finally breaks. breathless moans fall from his lips, followed by something between a sob and whimper as he grips you hard enough to break you, spilling all over deep inside you—his body absolutely trembling.

he’s gasping for air as his head falls in the crook of your neck, your hands twining in his dark hair as you both catch your breaths. those soft gasps that come from his mouth are just so sweet.

then, he rasps out through those soft gasps, his voice pretty as ever, “i love you.”

oh, rin. he’s just too pretty. in every way.

#ᡣ𐭩₊˚.⋆⁺₊ eremikayearner #i’m going insane #i need him so bad #i think he can be sooooo intimate #yes he says i love you in missionary he’s so cute oh my god rin i love you #i’m gonna eat him BYE WHY AM I GETTING SHY REREADING THIS #girl u wrote this #itoshi rin #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x y/n #itoshi rin x y/n #bllk rin x reader #rin bllk x reader #rin itoshi smut #itoshi rin smut #rin smut #bllk smut

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kissbabie · 4 days ago

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rin with a breeding kink ♡

you've picked up early on that rin has a breeding kink, something that he isn't even fully aware of yet. he knows he likes filling you up, he's just not aware of the fact that the concept has its' own name. during sex, when your tight hole is wrapped around his cock, walls pulling him in, he becomes quite pathetic, uncharacteristic to his usual, blunt self.

but right now, you're on your back, thighs shaking and folded up, lips parted and glossy from all your whimpering and how much you've been whining — your poor cunt pulsing around him as he thrusts his cock into you ruthlessly and messily. "so tight," he pants, voice cracking.

"rin—rinnie, please—", you whine, voice filled with need as you cry into the pillow as rin is shuddering, "yeah? what, princess? what do you want?"

but you just whimper, sobbing out the words and arching your back, pulling him closer to you. the continuous sounds of your pussy squelching and his balls hitting your damp ass made you even more desperate for him to dump load after load in you, whimpering for him to stay inside and not pull out.

his head drops to your shoulder, and he groans, "shit, wasn't even gonna—pull out, can't—fuck, you're so tight. you want it that bad? y' gonna cum?"

your moans are practically broken now as you nod, your whole body twitching and tears slipping down your cheeks as you cum around him for the countless time — your hole pulsing and clenching around him so much that he can't stop. he slams in one more time, spilling everything inside you, a raw moan ripping from his throat. he buries himself in your pussy as far as he can, chest heaving against yours.

he lifts himself up barely, one large hand splayed over your stomach, voice so shaky like he’s losing his mind. "f-fuck, princess, cumming—gonna b-breed you, yeah, you feel that? feel how deep i am? take it, take it like a good girl. y' look so pretty all full of me, l-leaking already.."

finally, after stuffing you completely full and your whimpers dying down, it's basically quiet now. rin's breath is warm against your shoulder, chest rising slow and softening inside you gradually. you're both soaked in sweat, your bodies all sticky. but when he finally exhales, it's soft, almost like he's shy now.

"sorry," he whispers, almost inaudible. "didn't mean to get that.. worked up."

you shake your head gently, gently running your fingers through his hair as you're still catching your breath. "rinnie, you came so much.. y'really like cumming in me, huh?"

"whatever." he grumbles, moving down to shove his face into your chest. "just hate pulling out.”

for this req

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kanyewestrealdaughter · 2 days ago

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— ★ RAW AND RECKLESS

sexual content , intercourse , threesome , overstimulation , praise kink , degradation kink , breath control , face fucking , squirting , dacryphilia.

characters - micahel kaiser & alexis ness , sae itoshi & rin itoshi , seishrio nagi & reo mikage. (female reader)

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❝ KAISER & NESS ❞

you didn’t expect the night to end with your knees pressed into expensive sheets, body trembling between kaiser’s cocky mouth and ness’s trembling hands, but here you were.

“ you really wore this little thing out in public?” kaiser scoffed from behind, palming your ass through the tiny fabric of your panties.

“ what a fuckin’ tease.”

you gasped as he tugged them down roughly, exposing the heat between your thighs to the cool air and to ness, who was knelt in front of you, already dazed.

“ she’s soaked,” ness whispered, eyes wide as he looked up at you.

“ can i taste her?” kaiser smirked.

“ go ahead. make her melt. but she cums when i say so.” you whimpered, head tipping back as ness leaned forward and licked a slow, eager stripe up your slit, his tongue soft and warm, breath hitching as if he was the one being touched.

“ so sweet…” he whispered, groaning into you like he’d been starving.

kaiser’s hand gripped your waist, holding you still while ness buried his face deeper, hands gripping your thighs as he licked and sucked and moaned into you.

“ shit look at you,” kaiser muttered.

“ shaking already? he’s barely gotten started.” his hand slid up your back, then tangled in your hair, yanking your head back as your hips bucked forward.

“ i said don’t cum,” he warned, voice sharp you were panting, hips twitching, chasing the edge of your climax like your life depended on it.

“ kaiser..please. let her.” ness groaned against you, voice desperate.

“ tch. soft as ever.” kaiser clicked his tongue.

but then he moved, finally pressing against your soaked entrance, rubbing his thick cock against your dripping folds with a lazy thrust.

“ you want it, baby?” he purred.

you nodded helplessly, your words lost in a moan as he slid in deep, filling you all at once. ness pulled back just to watch. eyes wide, mouth wet with your slick, trembling as kaiser started to fuck you hard enough to shake the mattress.

“ fuck,” he growled. “ so tight. she’s squeezin’ me like she was made for it.”

ness’s hands wrapped around your hips, his lips brushing your shoulder as kaiser pounded into you from behind. you gripping the sheets, drolling at the mouth.

“ you look so pretty like this— ness whispered. —i wanna feel her too.” kaiser grinned darkly.

“ then come take her mouth.” before you could respond, ness was in front of you, unzipping his pants with trembling fingers, his cock flushed and aching. he hesitated, for just a moment, until you looked up at him with those soft, fucked-out eyes.

“ come here,” you whispered, voice breathless. his cock slid past your lips with a broken moan, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked as he let out a shaky gasp, fingers tightening in your hair.

between kaiser’s brutal rhythm and ness’s cock twitching in your mouth, you felt owned body not yours anymore, voice gone, pleasure washing over you in wave after wave.

“ that’s it,” kaiser grunted, hips slamming into you harder.

“ take it. fuckin’…take both of us.”

“ she’s perfect,” ness moaned, eyes fluttering as he watched your lips stretch around him.

“ so good for us…” kaiser pulled out for a second and slapped your ass, hard watching the jiggle, the arch of your back, your messy lips wrapped around his teammate’s cock.

“ you’re gonna cum now,” he growled.

“ and you’re gonna thank us for it.”

you were already unraveling, pleasure crashing over you violently as kaiser slammed back inside and ness pushed just a little deeper into your throat. his eyes darken with desire as he looks down at you, seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks.

he starts to fuck your mouth harder, chasing his release. " i'm gonna cum..." he warns you before his hot seed spills into your mouth. your swallow every drop.

your body convulsed, choking around ness’s cock as your orgasm hit you like fire loud, trembling, overwhelming.

they didn’t stop. not until your legs gave out, and your voice was hoarse, and your whole body was wet with sweat and slick and kisses and hands.

kaiser hits that spot deep inside you that makes your legs shake. " right there?" he asks darkly, knowing he's finally found your g-spot. he targets it with each hard thrust, making your body jerk forward.

without hesitation, he reaches around and starts rubbing your clit vigorously while continuing to pound into you.

" cum for me." he commands roughly. he feels your pussy clamp down on him as you cum hard, your cream coating his cock and dripping down your thighs. the sight of it sends him over the edge. with a loud groan he pulls out and starts stroking himself rapidly before spraying thick ropes of cum all over your ass.

you collapsed into the mattress, panting, dizzy, mindless. and still, they surrounded you kaiser laying beside you, stroking your thigh with a smug smile. ness pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, voice low and tender.

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❝ SAE & RIN ❞

you couldn’t remember how many times rin had made you cum. your thighs were twitching, overstimulated. your whole body quivered against the leather of the couch as rin knelt between your legs, breath heavy, shirt long gone, sweat clinging to his temple.

he didn’t stop. his fingers long, brutal, relentless. he curled just right inside you, hitting a spot that made your hips jerk each time, and your legs? your legs were shaking. uncontrollably, violently like electricity was wired into your veins and rin was the live current.

“ look at her,” he muttered low, his voice hoarse, feral.

“ she can’t even keep her legs still.” your head lolled back as he pushed deeper, adding pressure on your clit with his thumb, stars behind your eyelids, whimpers torn from your throat. you felt raw, trembling, absolutely ruined.

but sae just chuckled from the armchair.

“ cute,” he said, slow and cocky. “ you made her legs shake… adorable now move.”

“ fuck off.” rin glared up at him. chin glistening with juices.

“ i said,” sae snapped, standing, stripping his last layer off like a king bored with pretense.

“ move.” he didn’t wait for permission. he grabbed his brother by the shoulder, shoved him to the side, and knelt between your legs with a predator’s calm.

sae’s fingers didn’t start slow, they were surgical. knuckles deep before you could even react, his palm tilted up just right, curling cruelly into that sweet, swollen spot with devastating precision. his tongue was at your clit, flat and heavy, while his eyes stayed locked on yours.

“ breathe through it, baby— he murmured darkly, lips slick. —don’t run from it.”

and then it hit.

hot. fast. embarrassing.

you screamed loudly not rin’s name, not sae’s either, just a raw, broken sound as your whole body jerked upward and water gushed from between your thighs. you squirted so hard your vision blanked out, your hips bucking, fingers clawing the leather, stomach convulsing.

it kept going. sae didn’t stop. he dragged it out, deliberately, lips curling as he kissed your thigh where it was soaked. “ there it is,” he whispered, dragging his fingers out slow just i to hear the wet sound.

“ that’s what breaking her looks like.” rin looked furious. his eyes sharp, jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides.

“ fuck you,” rin hissed.

“ she already did,” sae smirked, licking his fingers like he’d just tasted victory.

“ but i’m the one who made her fall apart.”

you whimpered, too overstimulated to speak. just breathing heavily, your body was still twitching, your thighs trembling, your lower half soaked. there was no coming back from that.

and they both knew it, but the competition wasn’t over. because now, rin wanted a rematch.

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❝ NAGI & REO ❞

your back hits the mattress gently, soft hands guiding you down, warm breath against your throat. you’re already bare, but the way they look at you makes you feel like they’re undressing you all over again.

reo’s above you, hovering, eyes glowing with affection and hunger. nagi kneels by your side, lazy and slow, but his gaze is locked on your body like you’re art meant only for them.

“ you’re so beautiful,” reo murmurs, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip.

“ so perfect like this. lying back, waiting for us.” nagi leans in close, his voice soft.

“ you always let us see you like this… so pretty and open.”

your breath shudders as reo kisses down your neck, his mouth hot and reverent. nagi’s hands trail your thighs, pushing them apart with no resistance. he stares down at your glistening heat like it’s sacred.

“ already wet,” he whispers. “ our good girl’s always ready for us, huh?”

“mhm,” you breathe, voice shaking.

“ please— touch me.” reo chuckles, fingers gently massaging your breast.

“ you don’t have to beg, sweetheart. you deserve it. every inch of love we give you.”

nagi leans down, mouth pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before finally dragging his tongue through your folds. you gasp, hips twitching, but he holds you steady, sucking your clit gently like it’s something delicate.

“ you taste so good,” he murmurs.

“ always do...” reo lowers himself beside you, kissing your temple as his hand strokes your tummy. “you’re so sweet like this, letting us take care of you. you always do so well, baby. taking us so perfectly.”

“ can i—?” you start, but your words falter as nagi moans into you.

“ you can do whatever you want, pretty girl,” reo coos. “ you want to ride me while nagi plays with you down there?”

you nod, dazed, breathless.

reo rolls onto his back, and you climb into his lap with shaky legs, his hands steadying you as he lines himself up with your entrance. and when you sink down on him slowly, both of you moaning at the stretch, nagi watches, stroking himself lazily.

“ fuck… look at her— he says. —look how pretty she is when she takes it.” reo cups your face as you bounce gently.

“ you’re doing so good, love. so tight around me. you were made for us.” nagi leans in to kiss you while you ride reo, fingers rubbing your clit while praise slips from both their lips like worship:

“ so good for us.”

“ that’s it, sweetheart, keep going.”

“ our perfect girl.”

“ you make everything feel like heaven.”

and they don’t stop, not until you’ve come twice, trembling between them, lips raw from kisses and heart swollen from everything they give you.

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chevxyn · 1 day ago

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bluelock boys reacting to f! reader telling them she’s gonna get them pregnant. :3.

“I GOT A REALLY GOOD IDEA BRO”

in which you tell them your good idea. (getting them pregnant)

featuring : sae, rin, shidou, kaiser, bachira, isagi, nagi, reo, chigiri, kunigami x reader. (separate, established relationship.)

an! : this req was from february and i only had the time to do it now omg man, anyw reqs are open cause im lowk out of ideas but i still wanna do more of it! send me a req if you have some ideas!

mature language, chatfic, crackfic, implied fem (kaiser, others can be read as gn)

sae itoshi

rin itoshi

shidou ryusei

michael kaiser

bachira meguru

isagi yoichi

nagi seishiro

reo mikage

chigiri hyoma

kunigami rensuke

©chevxyn

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kxsagi · 2 days ago

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Bllk with a reader who is always at their home and the moment she isn't they panic/feel lonely lowkey me

“𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧”

a/n: just watched flipped and i need a yearnful man

ft. isagi yoichi, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, karasu tabito, yukimiya kenyu, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

he walks into the apartment whistling, all happy and boyfriendly, expecting you to be on the couch wrapped in a blanket like a human burrito watching your 20th true crime doc.

but the moment he opens the door and it’s silent… he freezes mid-step like he just triggered a tripwire.

“love? you taking a nap?”

no answer. his eyes dart around like a detective. he starts checking rooms, corners, under the bed?

calls you immediately. your phone rings from the kitchen counter.

“oh my gosh she left her phone. she’s dead. she’s in a ditch.”

doesn’t even sit down. just holds your throw pillow to his chest, stares blankly at the ceiling and whispers, “this is what grief feels like.”

when you walk back in, he’s like, “i thought you got kidnapped and forgot your phone during the struggle. i already made a missing poster.”

you were gone for an hour to buy dish soap.

mikage reo

reo swears he’s the most chill, secure man alive… until he opens the door and you’re nowhere to be seen.

immediately texts you: where are you did i do something be honest. you hate me now right i’ll buy you a new apartment

facetimes you and just stares at the screen without blinking. full deadpan. no words. just sorrow.

“you weren’t here to greet me at the door like a happy little wife. how am i supposed to go on?”

lies dramatically on the couch like he’s in a 1920s soap opera. holds a photo of you to his chest.

considers texting your mom just to feel closer to you.

the moment you walk back in with iced coffee: “oh so you’re alive. and caffeinated. but not emotionally invested in my suffering? okay.”

nagi seishiro

the moment he realizes you’re not home, he literally just… stops functioning.

like, deadass stands in the living room for three minutes straight. motionless.

throws himself on the bed dramatically.

calls you and groans into the mic when you pick up.

“this sucks. i was gonna lay on you like a body pillow.”

ends up opening the fridge 14 times out of boredom, forgetting every time that you’re the one who actually cooks.

texts you “when are you coming home 😩” every 10 minutes and leaves 28 voice notes, all of them sighs.

when you return: “finally. i was thinking about ordering you off amazon if you didn’t show up.”

itoshi rin

rin acts like it’s whatever. says, “she’s probably out. it’s fine.”

it is not fine.

starts pacing the apartment like he’s rehearsing a monologue.

checks the time like he’s your parole officer. opens the closet to see if your shoes are still there.

mutters “what if she met someone smarter. taller. funnier.” like he’s fighting inner demons.

keeps walking into rooms and frowning like they offended him.

when you come back, he’s sitting in the dark, arms crossed.

“you didn’t text me. or call me. or say ‘rinnie, my love, i’ll be back soon.’ what am i supposed to do with that?”

then immediately pulls you into a hug like he’s been deprived of oxygen.

itoshi sae

acts like he doesn’t care. “she’s out. whatever.”

literally sits on the couch with his arms crossed like he’s waiting to argue.

glares at the wall. then at your phone charger. then at your slippers.

ends up scrolling through old texts, rereading the one where you said “brb i’m going pee.”

calls you and doesn’t even say hello. just: “so you abandoned me now?”

you tell him you just went out for groceries and he replies, “okay. so you’d rather be with onions than me. good to know.”

when you come back: “you didn’t even ask if i wanted to come. i could’ve carried the bags. held your hand. flirted with the cashier to get you a discount.”

kaiser michael

absolutely losing it. like, cartoon-level panic.

he opens the door expecting to see you, only to be met with dead silence and a couch that looks too empty.

dramatic gasp.

“she’s gone. my freundin is gone. and i don’t know who i am anymore.”

immediately checks your location. sees you’re at the pet store. starts spiraling.

“what if she meets a guy who likes cats more than me? what if he’s german, too?? no. NO. I’M ONE OF A KIND.”

facetimes you mid-aisle and when you pick up, he says, “don’t buy a hamster, buy a plane ticket back to ME.”

when you return: grabs your face in his hands, all breathless like a war reunion.

“don’t ever leave me again without telling me the exact time, duration, and intention of your trip. and a selfie.”

karasu tabito

the worst combination: clingy and sarcastic.

the moment you’re not home, he sends you a video of him dramatically opening the fridge, seeing it empty, and saying, “wow. abandonment. you left me to starve.”

updates his IG story with a selfie captioned “#widowed.”

facetimes you and holds your blanket up to the screen like, “you see this? this smells like you. this is all i have now.”

calls his mom and says, “remember that girl i told you about? yeah. she left me. she’s dead to me.”

when you get back, he immediately flops on you.

“i couldn’t even be toxic today. who was i gonna annoy? the toaster?? never again, babe. next time you leave, i’m hiding in your purse.”

yukimiya kenyu

starts off normal. reads a book. drinks tea. listens to classical music like a refined man.

but after 45 minutes of silence, he starts looking around like a ghost might appear.

opens the window and sighs like he’s in a french film.

talks to the cat you guys don’t even own: “she’s usually here by now. i hope she’s okay. she’s my sun, my moon, my stars…”

makes himself a sad cup of tea and drinks it in your sweater (that’s too tight for him and the fabric is snapping).

when you finally walk through the door, he says, “oh. you returned. i only had to make three voicemails about how much you mean to me. no big deal.”

hugs you for an entire minute and whispers, “next time, take me with you. i can fit in your tote bag.”

shidou ryusei

bro flips out like a sitcom character whose wife just left him for a yoga instructor.

immediately calls you and when you don’t answer in 0.2 seconds: “babe? where are you?? i’m losing my mind, i think i’m seeing things. the plants are whispering.”

drags your hoodie around the apartment like a lost child. talks to it.

makes a dramatic tiktok where he fake cries into the camera and captions it: “she went outside without me 💔 pray for me y’all”

tries to track your location. can’t. assumes you’re on the run.

when you get back, he clings to you like velcro.

“you LEFT me here, alone, with myself. do you even know how dangerous that is?? never again. we’re getting a gps tracker. download life 360 right now.”

bachira meguru

step 1: walks in.

step 2: realizes you’re not home.

step 3: whispers, “... uh oh.”

this man has the emotional regulation of a bouncy ball. the second he doesn't see you smiling at him from the couch, he starts spiraling like he's in the middle of a villain origin story.

“did she get bored of me? is this my joker arc?”

talks to your plushies like they're your personal council. lines them up and goes, “okay guys, serious meeting. our queen has vanished. thoughts?? theories?? conspiracy??”

makes a whole art piece with crayons titled “come home, baby, i miss you.”

facetimes you with his face one inch from the screen like, “WHERE. ARE. YOU.”

“you said you love me and then you LEFT. you broke the sacred trust. i can never emotionally recover from this.”

when you walk in with bubble tea: “you were gone for so long i started humming to the walls. they’re my friends now. you can’t replace them.”

but then he tackles you in a hug and whines, “next time i’m coming with you. i can fit in a shopping cart if i curl up.”

ness alexis

you are his sunshine. his oxygen. his wi-fi connection.

so the one day you're not home when he walks in with a bright little “i’m back~!” and there’s no answer? he’s devastated.

full meltdown. texts you: i’m home!! wait where are you are you okay?? did someone steal you??? i miss you already. it’s been 3 minutes.

paces around the apartment like a sad little elf, sniffing your perfume from your jacket and sighing like he's in a boyband breakup ballad.

sits on the floor with your fuzzy socks and says, “i wore these once when you weren’t looking. they made me feel safe.”

calls kaiser and says, “yo do you think she left me?” kaiser was like “she went to the pharmacy.” ness: “so she’s gone.”

posts on his close friends story: “miss her. wish she’d come home. i lit a candle for her safety 🕯️😭”

when you come back: “i was gonna knit us matching scarves while crying to sad kpop. you’re lucky you came back in time.”

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kaisaerinlover · 11 hours ago

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rin would be the type of person who hates parasocial fans so he hates it even more if parasocial fans are harassing his girlfriend and leaving hate comments on her posts or anything he would be so mad that people he thinks are lukewarm and downright pathetic for idolising him in such a way they’d assume they ever had a chance with him to begin with

so if he noticed you’re getting upset at the hate comments (albeit sparse; you and rin would be such a loved couple everyone would find how opposite you are too cute…) he’ll through your phone and find whatever video you were watching and look through the comments and go on his own phone and meticulously reply to all of them

his favourite responses are “lukewarm” “stfu” “i love my gf” and whatever else he’d be such an i love my wife type of bf he’d be obsessed with you and so clingy to you like the fact people dislike you is completely and utterly unfathomable to this man like how can anyone hate you and hate comment on your posts where you look so beautiful and cute hello you’re literally an angel fallen from the sky into his lap made to be his girlfriend???

and you only find out he’s been doing this by another tiktok that came on your fyp about rin itoshi’s apparent bad behaviour towards fans and you realise all the bad he behaviour is just him hate commenting back to anyone and everyone that talked bad about you it’s literally just him being nasty to anyone who dared to speak bad on your name and it makes you feel eternally grateful for having a boyfriend willing to wreck his public image just to defend you

when you tell him how grateful you are for him he’s embarrassed and weakly tries to shove you off him (he obviously wants you to stay clinging to him telling you how grateful you are for him) and blushes a bit because itoshi rin is a whipped LOSERRR but he loves you so dearly…

“rinnie i’m so lucky to have you” you cheese at him and he just mumbles a shut up and pulls you closer and ruffles your hair and watches you giggle about it

maybe he’s not that outwardly affectionate and he’s a bit awkward but you know you’re his princess and he knows you’re his wife to be and he’d rather die than let these lukewarm parasocially obsessed losers speak on you as if they’re any competition for you at all

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x y/n #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader

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blasphemyandbackshots · 19 hours ago

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lingerie preferences —blue lock

yoichi isagi

material: soft mesh or sheer cotton. something gentle, like you. he’s obsessed with how innocent it looks even when your body says otherwise.

colors: sky blue, ivory, blush pink. the softer, the more dangerous. it plays into his favorite contrast.

coverage: just enough. cheeky panties, bralettes, thigh-highs that look sweet but slide down with a single pull.

what he does: stares. breath catches in his throat. he gets quiet, needy and reverent. kisses your inner thigh like it’s sacred, eyes wild with want.

“you don’t even know what you do to me. stay just like that. please.”

meguru bachira

material: anything playful, like heart cutouts, mesh, glitter, fuzzy trim. he’s not picky, he just wants fun.

colors: sunshine yellow, lime green, bubblegum pink. bright and chaotic, just like him.

coverage: random. sheer boyshorts with bows, a bralette with pom-poms, maybe even glow-in-the-dark pasties.

what he does: giggles. then pounces. he pulls your panties aside with his teeth and goes absolutely feral, praising between every breath.

“fuck, you’re so cute. no—hot. stupid hot. god, let me taste you again.”

hyoma chigiri

material: silk, satin, or high-end lace. he has a thing for elegance and wants you dressed like temptation itself.

colors: deep crimson, royal blue, or black. something that looks expensive and deadly.

coverage: garter belts, lace bodysuits, long gloves. a fantasy turned real.

what he does: breathes you in. lingers. worships you like art. he’ll drag it off slowly, letting each strap slide down while watching your eyes flutter.

“you’re perfect like this. don’t rush. i want to enjoy every second.”

seishiro nagi

material: whatever’s easiest to peel off, but he loves silky panties that slide when he tugs your hips closer.

colors: pale lavender, mint green, soft neutrals. he likes pastel against bare skin.

coverage: minimal. bikini panties, soft cups, thin straps.

what he does: mumbles about how annoying it is… while palming your ass and biting your shoulder. then pulls your panties aside lazily and makes you moan his name.

“so soft… so pretty. c’mere. sit on my face a sec.”

rin itoshi

material: black lace. always black. maybe leather if he’s in a mood.

colors: black. that’s it. maybe dark wine red if he’s feeling generous.

coverage: practically none. g-strings, cupless bras, chokers. the less, the better.

what he does: groans like he’s in pain. clenches his jaw. fists the sheets. then ruins you without saying much, just breathy grunts and a whispered “mine”.

“you wore this on purpose. don’t pretend. turn around. now.”

rensuke kunigami

material: cotton or lace. he likes comfort but still wants it to feel sexy.

colors: forest green, deep navy, or burnt orange. earthy tones that bring out your warmth.

coverage: classic matching sets, boyshorts, supportive bras. bonus points if you wear his jersey over it.

what he does: freezes. his jaw ticks. he drags you onto his lap and kisses you like a man starved.

“shit. you’re gonna kill me one day, dressed like that. you know that, right?”

sae itoshi

material: satin and sheer. elegance only.

colors: dusty rose, wine red, champagne gold. muted but rich.

coverage: garter sets, robes that slide off, balconette bras. old hollywood seduction.

what he does: watches first. like he’s drinking it in. smirks. then slowly undresses you, piece by piece, praising your body like poetry.

“you look like a gift. one i don’t deserve, but i’ll still unwrap every inch.”

michael kaiser

material: latex, rhinestones, chains. if it glimmers or clings, he wants it.

colors: sapphire blue, gold, black. he wants you to look like you belong beside royalty.

coverage: more like decoration than clothing. chain bras, jeweled panties, body harnesses.

what he does: flashes that smug smile. takes photos for his eyes only. pulls you close by your throat and whispers praise in german.

“mein gott, look at you. like a dream. mine. all mine.”

reo mikage

material: velvet, mesh, glitter. anything luxurious and soft to touch.

colors: lilac, silver, blush. indulgent colors, romantic as hell.

coverage: coordinated sets with bows and ruffles. maybe pearls. he’s obsessed with details.

what he does: twirls a strand of your hair, traces the strap down your shoulder, says something filthy in the sweetest voice.

“you knew this would drive me crazy, didn’t you? say it. tell me you wore it for me.”

ryusei shidou

material: leather, studs, anything slutty. he lives for lingerie that screams bad decisions.

colors: hot pink, black, blood red. chaotic colors for his chaotic mind.

coverage: barely any. pasties, crotchless panties, harnesses. he wants a free show.

what he does: loses his damn mind. immediately rips it off with his teeth or fingers, dirty talk pouring out of him while he pins you down.

“fuuuuck. you’re sick for wearing this. i love it. now open your legs, baby.”

shoei barou

material: fine mesh, embroidered lace, or silk. nothing cheap. you wear it for him, and he wants it worthy of his queen.

colors: jet black, royal purple, or ruby red. regal, bold, dominant.

coverage: high-cut lace panties, bustier tops, matching gloves. full power fantasy.

what he does: growls. stalks toward you like a beast. picks you up without effort and drops you on the bed, eyes dark.

“you belong to me. every inch of you is mine. and now i’m gonna prove it.”

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sxuma · 3 days ago

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Until the silence breaks - - itoshi rin x fem!reader

notes: You and itoshi Rin get put in an arranged marriage by your parents, what could possibly happen? cw: Slow-burn, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Intimacy, Domestic Realism -4k words-

The signing ceremony felt like a funeral.

The pale cream paper on the table looked like a burial shroud, ironed and pristine, hiding something lifeless beneath its folds. The golden feather pen between your fingers weighed more than it should have; more than gold, more than obligation. It sat heavy and cold in your grip, like a weapon or a verdict.

Across the table, Rin sat stiffly in a tailored black suit, his arms flexing as he crossed them and his jaw set. His icy-blue eyes were fixed on the window beside him, as if he were trying to disappear into the city skyline. Maybe if he looked hard enough, the glass would shatter, and he’d escape through it. His reflection was pale against the glass. Distant. Detached.

The silence dragged. You could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall and the faint murmur of your father’s conversation with the officiator just moments before. Now, even those murmurs had dissolved. It was just you, Rin, the paper, and the thunderous, suffocating quiet of two strangers pretending this wasn’t a transaction.

“Name.”

You blinked at the sound of your own name.

It wasn’t Rin. He hadn’t spoken a word to you since the legal consultation two weeks ago. Hadn’t looked at you, either. Hadn’t even acknowledged you in the ride here. He’d sat with his headphones in, staring out the window, arms crossed just like now.

It was your father. He stood behind you, posture straight, his hands clasped behind his back like a man attending a boardroom presentation. His expression was neutral, but his voice betrayed a gentle pressure. Not unkind. Not kind either. Just final.

“Sign it,” he said. “This is for both of your futures.”

For a long moment, you didn’t move.

You looked down at the paper again, as if it might rewrite itself. Your name was printed on the line in soft gray ink, awaiting the flourish of your signature like a tomb awaiting a nameplate. You felt a prickle behind your eyes. You didn’t know if it was anger, or grief, or just fatigue.

you mustn't cry now.

Across from you, Rin tapped his fingers on his bicep. Once. Twice. A slow, rhythmic beat. Cold. Disinterested. Like he was counting seconds until this hell was over.

You signed it.

The pen glided smoothly across the surface, betraying none of the hesitation and slight shaking in your hand.

And just like that, you were married to Itoshi Rin.

The first night in your shared apartment was unbearable.

You arrived first, stepping into the sleek, too-clean space with your suitcase dragging behind you like a second shadow. The apartment was spacious, modern, designed for luxury and minimalism, fitting for a renewed world striker, but something about it felt empty. Not just physically, but emotionally.

Rin entered ten minutes later. He didn’t greet you. He didn’t ask about the commute. He didn’t even take off his shoes properly, just kicked them aside, dropped his duffel bag by the wall, and disappeared into the bedroom. No glance. No grunt of acknowledgment.

His cologne lingered as he clicked the door shut behind him, soft but final.

You stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the hall like a fool, your fingers tightening around the handle of your suitcase. You weren’t sure what you were waiting for. Maybe a comment. A scoff. Even an insult. Something human. Something that meant this meant anything to him.

You got nothing.

You slept on the couch. Not because there weren’t enough rooms, there were two, generously spaced apart yet you couldn’t bring yourself to walk down that hallway and ask him which one was yours. That felt like crossing a line. Like reaching out for a branch that had already snapped.

The cushions were stiff. The blanket thin. You curled under it and stared up at the ceiling while pale amber streaks from the streetlights outside stretched across it like prison bars.

You didn’t cry. Not really. But you stayed awake most of the night, wide-eyed and hollow, wondering what the hell you had just signed your life into.

You never wanted this. You were pretty sure Rin didn’t either. Your parents met his parents, and somewhere between polite smiles and business talks, they decided the two of you would make a perfect match, mostly because neither of you had ever dated anyone. What can you say? Powerful families have a way of controlling things they don’t understand.

Rin was never cruel. But somehow, that made it worse.

He didn’t argue. Didn’t insult. Didn’t even raise his voice. He treated you like a ghost he occasionally had to acknowledge politely, distantly, like you were the stranger seated next to him on a plane. You could feel his presence in the room, but never his attention.

Meals were silent. Mornings, quieter still.

He’d brush past you in the kitchen with all the force of a passing breeze. Light. Cool. Controlled. You started to wonder if he made himself smaller on purpose, so careful in every movement, like he was afraid any ripple might start a conversation.

You wanted to scream at him sometimes. Just to get something out of him. Just to see if the ice ever cracked.

Yell at me, you’d think. Insult me. Snap at me. React.

But Rin never did.

He buried himself in training. Left early, came home late. Changed quietly. Ate quietly. Lived like a ghost in a place you shared. And you, well, you tried.

You cooked. You cleaned. You restocked the pantry. You picked up his hoodie from the back of the couch when he left it there. You folded his laundry.

You didn’t know if it was out of hope or just habit.

Then came the soup.

You made miso soup. Just for yourself. Or that was what you told yourself when you started. But when you poured the broth into the bowl, you did it twice. Two bowls. Side by side on the table. The second one sat there, steaming gently. Unspoken.

You stared at it.

Paused.

Your hand hovered over it, ready to put it away, to hide the hope behind it, but something stopped you.

Rin came in late that evening, hair damp from a shower at the facility. His gym bag hung from one shoulder, and his socks made no sound against the floor. He moved toward the kitchen like always, like you weren’t there.

Then he saw the second bowl.

His eyes flicked from it to you.

“…Did you make that for me?”

His voice was unreadable. Not cold, not sarcastic. Just flat. But not surprised, either. Like he expected it, somehow.

You couldn’t meet his gaze.

“I had extra,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

He sat down without another word.

Didn’t say thank you. Didn’t compliment it. But he finished the bowl.

And the next day, your favorite yogurt appeared in the fridge.

You stared at it for a full minute, hand frozen on the fridge door handle.

Then glanced behind you, toward the living room, where Rin sat scrolling through something on his phone like he didn’t just rewrite the laws of your universe.

“Did you buy this?”

“Yeah.”

“For me?”

“You eat it a lot.”

No inflection. No eye contact. But your chest bloomed with reluctant warmth.

That was the beginning.

You started arguing after that.

Small things. Dumb things. How he left his dirty socks on the bathroom floor. How you left the light on in the hallway. He’d grumble something. You’d snap back. No apologies. No resolution. But you didn’t stop either.

It was messy. Human. Real.

The silence was broken. Not healed. But cracked.

Then came quieter moments.

He came home one evening, tossed an umbrella at you without looking.

“It’s supposed to rain tomorrow,” he said.

Or the way you started ordering extra of his protein powder before he ran out. No big gestures. No explanations. Just... effort.

But still, no touching. No accidental brushes of hands. No leaning against the same counter. An invisible wall lingered. Tall and wary. Neither of you were brave, or foolish enough to test it.

The Day He Left

You sat on the edge of the couch, phone in hand, screen dark.

Rin stood by the door, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Teal eyes met yours for once, sharp and unreadable. But his shoulders were stiff. His grip too tight.

“Your match,” you said quietly. “You’ll be late.”

He hesitated. His stance shifted. “It’s just two weeks.”

You nodded.

“Right. I'll watch you on TV."

You waited. Just in case he had something else to say. Just in case this was the moment the wall cracked.

He didn’t. And you didn’t ask for more.

“Good luck,” you said, and smiled. Barely.

He lingered a second too long.

Then left.

Three Days Later

The call came in the dead of night.

You answered on instinct, voice hoarse, hair tangled, throat raw.

It wasn’t good news.

“She’s not doing well,” the nurse told you. “You should come now.”

The hospital lights were cold. White and too bright. Your mother was already unconscious when you got there.

In the midst of your panic you almost called Rin. Your thumb hovered over his contact, but you didn’t press the button.

He wouldn’t come.

She passed before dawn.

You didn’t cry.

Not in the hospital. Not in the cab. Not even when you walked into the apartment and realized, again, there was no one to ask how you were doing.

So you collapsed. On the bed. In his sweater. Under the blankets. You didn’t move for two days.

The match had ended early.

Rin didn’t know why he booked the earliest flight. Didn’t know why he didn’t text you he was coming home. Something gnawed at him the whole way back. Unease.

The apartment felt wrong the moment he stepped inside.

Shoes out of place. Lights off. Air stale. The kitchen sink full. A dish with half-eaten toast on the counter, untouched for days.

He dropped his bag. Called your name once.

No answer.

He walked down the hallway.

The bedroom door creaked open.

You were there, curled beneath the blanket, unmoving, sobs filling the silence. The room was dark, but he could see your shoulders shake. Quiet. Fragile.

His chest tightened.

“…Hey.”

You jolted upright. Wiped your face. Fumbled to sit up, as if guilt had ripped the blanket off your grief.

“You’re—early Rin—I didn’t clean—I’m sorry, I—”

“Stop.”

He crossed the room before he could second guess it.

Your eyes shimmered.

He didn't say a word. Just looking at you as if wanting you to speak.

“I didn’t text you,” you whispered. “I didn’t think you’d care.”

His breath caught. His fingers twitched.

“My mom,” you said, voice cracking. “She died. While you were gone.”

Silence stretched long and aching between you.

Rin didn’t say anything.

He just stepped forward. And pulled you into his arms.

Awkward. Hesitant. But real.

You broke.

The dam snapped and you cried into his shoulder, and he held you like he’d never learned how to do it right, but wanted to try anyway.

“You’re not alone,” he said. “Even if you think you are.”

And after a long moment, as your hands fisted into the back of his shirt—

Rin leaned in closer and whispered,

“You’re someone worth protecting.”

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