#bllk X reader

[kaiser1ns]

No matches. No practice. No mercy from the busted AC either. Just you and your boyfriend, BUNNY IGLESIAS, who is hot, shirtless, and leaning against the kitchen counter with one eyebrow raised and a melting ice cream bar halfway to his lips.

"So what even is this about?" he mutters, glancing down at the soft pink ribbon you’re tying around his bicep like it's some good luck charm, or simply donating some of that girl power in his blood system.

"It's a cute trend," you answer, tugging the ends into a neat little bow on the curve of that impossibly large arm.

"You see me shirtless every day," he says, licking at the corner of his mouth, and considering his casual tank tops and the fact that he’s always shirtless at home. The man is 191cm of lean, carved-up perfection of a Greek God: biceps, abs, thighs, all of it, or in other words, a living, walking sin.

"Yeah?" you say sweetly, but when you lean in, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then just below his ear, now this is what gets his attention. "I never get tired of seeing you look like my personal prize." He huffs, but he’s grinning when you loop the pink satin carefully, knotting it in a pretty little bow around the thickest part of his bicep. It looks ridiculous…ridiculously hot. Contrast of soft and sharp, muscle and ribbon, pure masculine cockiness wrapped in a pink glitter.

“Okay,” you whisper, smiling as you look at your piece of art. “Flex.”

He does, but just a little at first, teasing you. Then harder and the muscle swells, vein popping, and the ribbon stretches—SNAP. You blink before the lace bursts apart, watching it fall on the floor.

“¡Ay, no!" Bunny grins, smug as ever, not even surprised that this happened. “Guess you’ll have to use a chain next time.” Already planning a redo. Maybe one tied tighter, or not at all, if he keeps looking at you like that.

©2025 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work

[anglbunny]

ONLYFANS

♡. OF!reader, nagi lwk rich, smut mdni, Voyeurism

It started with Reo.

Some throwaway comment in passing — “Saw this girl on OF last night, you should’ve seen her. Real mouth on her.” And Nagi… didn’t really care. Not at first.

Until he opened the app out of boredom one night — phone glowing in the dark, curled under the covers — and accidentally stumbled onto you.

Not Reo’s girl. You.

Soft voice, smooth thighs, fingers trailing slow up your stomach like you were building tension just for him. You smiled into the camera — “Hey, baby. Missed me?” — and something short-circuited in his chest.

He subscribed. Then upgraded. Then turned on post notifications.

Then… the obsession began.

Now, he doesn’t miss a single live. Not one.

He’s the top donor. Every time.

“SugarSei tipped $200”

“SugarSei tipped $150 — ‘spin again for me, yeah?’”

“SugarSei: you look best when you’re making a mess, pretty.”

You say his username with a moan on your lips, always — soft and flirty, like you know he’s watching with his cock in hand. "thank you for the donations SugarSei, like always" you giggle, quietly, knowing he's going crazy behind the screen

And he is. He's also jerking himself off to the literal sound of your voice.

Hand lazily wrapped around himself, cum leaking down his wrist while you moan into your toy on screen — whispering things like “Bet you’d be so loud for me, baby,” and all he can do is bite his knuckles and rut into his palm like a fucking pervert.

"you guys liking the view?" you moan, back arching. you'rs peaking to thousands but nagi assumes you're speaking to him and him alone. He doesn't say anything, but rather, donates another 400 dollars.

You wink at the screen. “SugarSei, you’re spoiling me again.”

He cums on his stomach in 10 seconds flat.

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: inspired by my pretty girl: @kissbabie

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

[Masterlist]

[aeonianangel]

when there’s no fics of my favorite character and i can’t write so i just have to make shit up in my head

[crushmeeren]

ᯓ★ FIRST TIME FUCKING YOU WITHOUT A CONDOM.

⋆ ft. seishiro, yoichi, meguru, hyoma ⋆

⋆ cw ; unprotected sex, mentions of birth control pills, the kind of sex where you both wake up in the middle of the night and melt into one another.

master list

ᯓ★ seishiro

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

For the most part, when you tell him, Seishiro would take it in stride.

It’d be funny though, Seishiro’s video game character dying miserably in the background as he stared at you, dumbstruck. Sleepy eyes wide because he can’t believe you want him to fuck you raw.

“You — what?” He’d still be wearing a semi - bored expression, but his knuckles would turn white from the harsh the grip on his switch.

You’d shake your head with fondness and a soft smile, repeating, “The next time we have sex, I don’t want you to wear a condom, Sei. What do you think?”

Seishiro would swallow the heat creeping up his throat and shift in place on the couch, all his blood rushing south. His dick would get hard just from the thought, sticking hot and heavy to his inner thigh. His shorts would do a pathetic job covering it.

Seishiro’s head would tilt, brows scrunching together. “Won’t you get pregnant?”

“I’m on the pill dummy. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Seishiro would blink a few times and hum, abandoning his switch on the couch. Next time is too far away, he wants to fuck you right now.

He’d drag you to the bedroom and push you on the mattress, pulling his shirt off and shoving at his waistband enough to let his cock bob free.

“Sei! At least take off my underwear!” You’d chide, wrists caught in big hands and pinned by your head as he interrupted your disrobing. Your sweats would lay in a crumpled heap beside you.

“Not waiting,” he’d mutter, inching closer between your legs. He’d gather your wrists in one hand and hook his fingers in the soft fabric of your panties to pull them aside, stroking his cock after. He’d slide his tip over your clit a few times, pleasure jolting through you.

The satisfying stretch would be accompanied by a slight burn, pussy not quite wet enough for him. Not that you’d give a fuck, you’d be as impatient as Seishiro, if not more. “Fuck, Sei,” you’d moan and gasp. “Feels so different without a condom. You’re so big.”

“It’s so fucking good,” he’d whine, thrusting without your say so, pushing your shirt to your collarbone to watch your tits bounce. Seeing Seishiro’s eyes roll back would have red hot pleasure rushing up your spine.

He’d throw one leg over his shoulder and bend you in half, hands planted by your shoulders. “M’gonna cum soon,” he’d warn. “Touch yourself.”

He’d hold out for thirty more seconds, but he wouldn’t stop. Seishiro would use how slick he’d made you to his advantage, working you through your own burst of pleasure.

The sensation, the filthy noise, it’d be enough to make you feel the need to confess your sins in church.

ᯓ★ yoichi

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Yoichi would choke on the water he’s drinking when you ask.

“Sorry,” he’d wheeze, hacking up a lung as his cheeks flush bright pink. You’d rub his back, waiting for him to calm down.

“So, do you want to?”

Yoichi’s mouth would open, then close, then he’d set his water bottle down on the kitchen counter. “You’re serious?” He’d chew on his bottom lip. “You don’t want me to wear a condom?”

“I really really want to feel you.”

You’d sink down on Yoichi’s cock that evening, after he insisted you ride him because he’s “certain he’ll cum too fast if he controls the pace.” He’d toss his head onto the back of the couch, eyes squeezed shut, gripping your hips and digging his nails into your skin.

“Oh god,” he’d moan, loud and needy when you lift up halfway and sit down. You’d clutch his shoulders and use the leverage to help yourself bounce. Dragging a gasp from him that echoes throughout the room when your pussy squeezes tight on purpose.

You’d ride him slow and sweet, trail your lips over his jaw, and press close to whisper in his ear, “You love this, don’t you Yoichi?”

“So fucking much,” he’d pant. Yoichi’s hands would slide to your ass and hold you aloft, heels digging into plush carpet as he thrusts so hard your eyes pop wide open. You’d fall against him and press your nose to his temple, hugging him close. He’d be so warm.

Yoichi would finish fast. He’d grind you back and forth in his lap, cock throbbing steadily, muttering, “Sorry, sorry baby — fuck, sorry. Gonna make you cum, promise.”

ᯓ★ meguru

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

You’d be mid fuck, staring at Meguru who’s tilted his head towards the ceiling. Who’s moaning with his mouth hanging open and smiling like your pussy’s told him directly she loves his cock. He’d bite his bottom lip and squeeze your thighs, moaning your name. Eyes glued to your bouncing tits.

After several shots last weekend, Meguru’d let it slip how bad he needs to fuck your pussy raw. How he jerks off to the thought of it way more often than is healthy because he doesn’t want to push you into something you don’t want.

Drunk words are sober thoughts, they say.

The sudden urge to help him fulfill his dreams would overpower any lingering reservations.

“Take the — oh god, take the condom off, Meguru.” Your hand would press against his lower belly, urging him to pull out.

He’d freeze, pelvis pressed to your ass, and tilt his head. “Did you just say what I think you did?” His tone would be overeager, like a puppy.

“Yes,” you’d confirm, head bobbing.

The condom would be off in less than ten seconds.

Meguru’d be whiny and loud as he pushes in, hips jerking with tiny movements. “I need to cum. Now. Pretty please baby, can I? Your pussy feels so good — I can’t last.”

His cock would twitch and your pussy’d tighten. It’d be no shock at all that he’s so sensitive. “Yeah,” you’d breathe. “As long as you keep going after.”

Meguru would moan and fuck you like he’s paying for it. Head buried into your shoulder, hands tucked under your ass and gripping tight. Your collar bone would grow damp from how hotly he’d pant, sinking his teeth in as he let himself cum.

No matter. He’d fuck you through his overstimulation, not stopping for a second until you’ve had your fun.

ᯓ★ hyoma

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Hyoma wouldn’t be proud at his lack of self discipline in the heat of the moment.

You’d asked him a long time ago how he’d felt about it. Refusing to look him in the eyes when the topic was brought up because you’d been daydreaming about taking him raw for quite some time.

He’d assured you he really, really wanted to, but he’d explained he’d rather not take a single chance at having a surprise baby, even if you were on birth control. You’d respected his wishes and moved on.

Sleepy, soft sex with Hyoma is great. You’d wake up late into the night from a filthy dream of him and, with limbs that’d still be heavy with sleep, you’d shift in bed to face him. Nuzzling your nose against his, pressing sweet kisses to his mouth until he woke up enough to get the hint.

He’d encourage you to turn again, snaking an arm under your neck and letting it wrap around your shoulders to pull you close. You’d both be half asleep still, as Hyoma gripped your thigh and lifted it. As he wiggled his hips until the tip of his cock parted the lips of your pussy.

As he slid his thick cock inside you. Raw.

It’d send a jolt down your spine, brain coming on line a bit more. “Hyo,” you’d gasp, his heavy answering moan vibrating your shoulder blade. “You didn’t — what about the condom? Are you sure?”

He’d give you a high pitched whine. “Don’t want it, baby.”

You wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth as the first slow drag of his cock knocked the breath from your lungs. It’d be the kind of sex that’s steady and sensual, his cock never going too deep, wrapped up in Hyoma’s arms.

Hyoma wouldn’t truly realize what he’s done until after he’s cum inside you.

“Thought you wanted to use a condom?” You’d pant softly, scrunching your nose at the sticky, sweaty sensation of Hyoma’s belly against your lower back.

He’d stiffen slightly, hugging you. “I couldn’t help myself,” he’d mumble. It’d be easy to tell he’s pouting without looking.

“We’re never using condoms again. Just so you know.”

Hyoma’d sigh dramatically, but in the morning he’d throw out the half full box of condoms in your bedside drawer.

[shidoglazer]

sae itoshi and rin itoshi who don’t have a single ounce of fragile masculinity in them.

growing up with 2 brothers was disgustingly disgusting. they’d play in the dirt, kick around a muddy football, throw food at each other— it was sickening! so as their little and only sister, you were going to teach them how to be graceful!

and it worked. so by the time you all were teenagers, sae and rin has almost done everything that was named as “girly.” playing princess dress up, having tea parties, shopping sprees with you, having spa days, even learning how to do make up on themselves. it was basically the norm for them to do so. and when they’re confronted about it?

“so! the itoshi brothers, a legendary duo am i right?” the interviewer laughs by himself, while both of them look like they were dragged here against their will (basically were.) “anyways, lets cut to the chase yes? whats your input on the media calling you both out for being too feminine? spa days, make up, shopping sprees, those are all a little girly aren’t they?” both of them look at the interviewer with the same piercing glaze. sae responds first.

“its not ‘girly’ if you don’t have fragile masculinity. what’s wrong with taking care of my own body, emphasising my physical appearance and shopping?” sae speaks clearly, logically and without hesitation, while rin on the other hand.. “i can tell most men don’t do that. including you. go get a facial, your face can be used for japans source of oil, and after that you can go put on some foundation, to cover up those cystic pimples that have been clearly clogged with germs and bacteria, and about the shopping, are you too poor-” and the cameras immediately stop rolling.

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kxsagi]

WAIIIIIt I have so many request bllk boys with someone who plays rough or is tough with them?? Pls pls Reo because he's rough sometimes 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

“𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬”

a/n: ultraviolenceeeee

ft. mikage reo, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, ness alexis

mikage reo

he's rough in games, yeah, but the first time you smacked his shoulder after he made a snarky comment, reo just blinked like did i just get manhandled?? by my crush?? 

you tackled him during a casual soccer scrimmage and instead of being mad, he was grinning like a lunatic, lying in the grass like: that was hot. 

he tries to get you back by shoving you playfully during practice, but the second you full-body slam him into a tree? he’s wheezing and in love. 

“you scare me sometimes.” “good.” “... but like in a sexy way.” 

will absolutely brag to nagi like “my girl kicked me in the shin today. true love.” 

nagi seishiro

does not fight back. won’t even dodge. 

you could smack him with a throw pillow, tackle him mid-hug, or steal the last piece of candy right out of his mouth, and nagi would just blink slowly and go “mmm. annoying. do it again.” 

he lies on you like you’re a body pillow and when you push him off with a “you’re heavy,” he flops back even harder. 

“ow.” “you didn’t even move.” “you’re comfy.” 

he finds your roughness kind of endearing, honestly. especially because it makes everyone else scared to mess with you. and he loves having a dangerous guard dog for a girlfriend. 

itoshi rin

you tackled him once while joking and he immediately turned to you with the deadest eyes and said: “... you’re lucky i like you.” 

that being said? he does like it. way too much. 

when you shove him out of your way, smack his arm for being dramatic, or yank his hoodie over his head mid-convo, rin is just there grumbling like a wet cat while secretly enjoying every second. 

if someone else touches him like that? murder. 

if you do it? he'll scowl, call you a menace, and then follow you around for the rest of the day like a broody little duck. 

“stop roughhousing.” “you didn’t tell me to stop yesterday.” “... shut up.”

shidou ryusei

his soulmate. 

you shoved him for saying something gross and he immediately perked up like a dog hearing a treat bag open. 

“oh? you wanna fight? i’m so turned on right now.” 

he 100% tries to get under your skin so you’ll rough him up. like he wants you to body slam him into the couch. 

“c’mon, princess, hit me again. harder this time. i won’t fall in love unless you draw blood.” 

will go around showing off scratches like badges of honor. “she did this. isn't she perfect?” 

he also never loses a chance to pick you up and yeet you into the pool/bed/couch. it’s mutual violence love. 

kaiser michael

in public? he plays along so well. you roughhouse him, shove him when he’s cocky, flick his forehead when he teases you, and kaiser just laughs like you’re his favorite game. 

he’ll smirk, catch your wrist mid-slap and go, “don’t stop, i like it rough,” like the walking menace he is. 

but in private, when the lights are low and no one’s watching, that’s when the cracks show. 

sometimes, after you playfully shove him or even jokingly raise your voice, something flashes behind his eyes. a beat of stillness. the way his shoulders go tense just for a second too long. 

and when you notice, when you pause, reach out, and touch his cheek gently, he melts. 

“you’re not mad, right?” he asks, too quietly. “i’m not.” “and you love me?” “always.” “… and you’re not gonna leave?” 

there are nights when he crawls into your arms without a word and just clings to you like a lifeline. presses his face into your neck like he’s trying to disappear. 

“i know you’re joking when you push me. i do. i know.” “but?” “but sometimes my brain doesn’t.” 

you learn to hold him tighter after the laughs fade. you learn the difference between when he wants to be wrestled and when he needs to be held. and in return, he trusts you in a way he never has before. 

“you’re the first person who can rough me up and keep me safe,” he whispers once, voice shaky, forehead pressed to yours.

isagi yoichi

he tries to be a good sport but he is so unprepared for your physical affection. 

you punch his arm playfully after a win and he straight-up staggers. 

you jump on his back and he makes the most dramatic noise. “agh– baby why– okay okay i got you!!” 

secretly loves it. his inner shonen heart is like: my strong, feisty gf… she's so cool… 

he starts going to the gym more because he wants to be able to handle your suplexes. 

“if you body slammed me in front of my enemies, i think i'd fall harder for you.” 

probably keeps bruises like love marks. "this one's from when she tackled me after practice. best day ever." 

itoshi sae

you shoved him once while teasing him and he turned his head soooo slowly like. did you just touch me unprovoked. 

what surprises him is that... it kinda awakens something in him. he’s always surrounded by people tiptoeing around him. you? you called him a smug little brat and kicked his shin after he said you couldn’t outrun him. 

he still looks perpetually done, but he keeps letting you manhandle him. “you’re violent.” “you’re smug.” “don’t stop.” 

if anyone else tried that? dead. but when you do it, he’ll let you poke his face, flick his ear, and drag him around by the wrist with the softest eye roll ever. 

and don’t let him catch someone trying to shove you – he’ll end their career in .02 seconds. only you can bully him like that. 

ness alexis

you shoved him once in the hallway and he fully gasped. 

“i’m delicate.” “you’re dramatic.” 

he keeps saying you’re bullying him, but he literally follows you around just to get roasted or shoulder-checked. 

the most likely to shriek “ABUSE” when you flick his forehead but then blush and giggle like “wait that was kinda fun.” 

he’s like a cat. will hiss at you, act like you’re the worst, then ten minutes later snuggle into your side all clingy. 

“i’m a lover, not a fighter.” “then stop poking my ribs when i’m eating.” “... make me.” 

loves that you’re tough and fearless, especially around kaiser. he watches you clap back at him and goes wow. she’s powerful. terrifying. i want her to step on me.

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[itoshiierae]

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.

© itoshiierae 2025 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ please do not modify or repost my content onto any other platforms.

[kissbabie]

kissing sae when he’s rough ♡

something about sae is that he's always gentle and careful with you, treating you with the utmost respect. even if you're upset or being a bit bratty, he sighs and coaxes you into his lap, brushing your hair aside and asking what's got you so worked up. and you can't help but melt everytime — so appreciate of your boyfriend and how much you love him. but, there are, of course, times where even sae gets a bit too frustrated, anger visibly showing on his face. and when you so kindly ask him what's wrong, he ends up snapping, and you let him relieve all his pent up irritation on you.

whatever happened, it had you pinned underneath him, back pressed hard into the bed while sae was absolutely relentless. his teeth were gritted, and his expression still tight with whatever had set him off. with his hands gripping your hips, jaw clenched, sweat sliding down his neck, and harsh thrusts with the tip of his cock punching your cervix, you were loving it. you were whining as your pussy fluttered around his cock, legs wrapped around him and letting him use you as his outlet.

but despite the sharp, harsh rhythm of his hips and balls slapping against you, you still looked up at him with teary eyes and the softest pout. with your voice all airy and sweet, you let out the smallest huff, "sae... wanna kiss.."

he blinked. his hips stuttered, just for a second. "now?"

you nodded, lips glossy and moaning softly as he hit deep again. "mhm, just wanna kiss you, baby."

he scoffed under his breath, but he couldn't deny the chokehold you had on him, his eyes softening just the slightest instantly as he let out an annoyed sigh. he leaned down, mouth crashing onto yours and tongue slipping into your mouth, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek. you reciprocated, reaching for his face and whining helplessly into his mouth as tears slipped from the corners of your eyes and drool ran out from the side of your mouth. "mm, more, sae, wanna k-kiss, more, kiss, kiss, please, gimme—!"

and each time he kissed you, saliva dripping between the two of you, you let out soft, hiccuping whimpers into his mouth. "mmhghh, sae, baby, kiss me more, i wanna— wanna be close, feels s'good.."

he pulled away briefly, breathing hard and staring down at you, murmuring, "can't believe you. crying like this.."

but he kept kissing you, his mouth chasing yours like he couldn't stop. his thumb swiped under your eyes to brush away your tears. and just like that, all that harsh anger bled out of him, thrusts becoming more light as he gently rolled his hips against yours. from both sae's kisses and his thick cock stretching you out, you felt like you could pass out.

"love you, love you sae, haah, oh—!" you squeaked, lips trembling as you both pulled away to catch your breaths.

"i know," he mumbled, breathing heavily. "g'nna give you what you want, amor."

for this req

© 𝒌issbabie | don't copy, steal, or translate any of my work

[narcjsistx]

could I ask for various bllk boys (requesting you include shidou!!) smau where the reader calls them over the top nicknames

Like, sickeningly sweet and just full on cringe or cheesy ones!!

— FROM EGOIST TO SNUGGLE MUFFIN

✶ characters: isagi yoichi, kaiser micheal, sae itoshi, rin itoshi, shidou ryusei, chigiri hyoma

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[yukinohiko]

something about lovesick sae. it’s unfamiliar to him. this feeling of weightlessness and crushing desire that simultaneously squeezes his heart into beats that would make his physiologist fear cardiac arrest.

you wouldn’t know it, of course. to you, your boyfriend is only standing by the doorway of the living room, looking a little too keenly in your direction. you wonder if you’ve got a blemish or a spot of cream from dessert on your face.

“sae? what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” he says. blandly. tonelessly.

so really, who could blame you for having no clue what you were doing to his poor heart?

you hum and pat the couch seat beside you invitingly. he stares, the afternoon light making his eyes glint like seaglass. and he does join you on the couch, though not beside you, rather scooping you up and placing you on his lap.

“sae—”

“don’t complain.” he says it impassively, tucking loose strands behind your ear, cupping your nape with his other hand as though to support you in the position he’s put you in. “you smell different.”

“hmm? it might be my new perfume.”

he tucks his face against your neck, and you can feel his breath. he murmurs, “perfume?”

“strawberries and vanilla,” you say, breathier in the intimacy he’s created between you. you would squirm, if it weren’t for his arm around your waist keeping you nestled close. “I have three others I’m considering.”

“this alone feels like too much.”

before you can rise to argue, his lips are already on your throat. your jaw. his heart is squeezing in his chest. it only feels right, he thinks, to make you feel a fraction of what you do to him. to crush you close, love you, show you everything he can’t say.

[eremikayearner]

⋆｡°🎧ྀི.⊹₊ ⋆ 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 warmth 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.

[anglbunny]

STEPBRO!SAE & STEPBRO!RIN AU

...꒰STEP BRO!SAE꒱ he’s the one you meet first. older, colder, quiet but intimidating. he doesn’t acknowledge you at first — just watches. and when he finally does speak, it’s with that sharp, condescending tone that makes you feel smaller just for existing. everything about you annoys him — or so he says. the way you dress, the way you talk, the way you breathe. but behind every harsh word is a look that lingers too long, a glance that drops to your lips, your thighs. he’s too controlled to act on it… until you start pushing back.

...꒰STEP BRO!RIN꒱ younger, moodier, but mean in a different way. where sae is ice, rin is storm. short-tempered, jealous, possessive in a way that makes no sense — not for a stepbrother. he picks fights just to get your attention. slams your door when you ignore him. calls you “annoying” but stares at you like he’s starving. he’s rougher with his jealousy. he hates when you spend time with sae. he hates when you leave your bedroom door unlocked. but most of all — he hates how much he wants to be the one you lock it for.

...꒰STEP BRO!SAE & RIN꒱ it’s quiet war between them. silent looks across the hallway. accidental brushes in the kitchen. both of them pretending to hate you — while tension coils tighter with every passing day. it’s wrong. it’s messy. it’s inevitable.

...꒰STEP BRO!RIN & SAE꒱ you’re the thing they can’t have — and the one thing they both want. they’ll never talk about it. but they’ll show it. every time rin slams a door. every time sae grabs your jaw and tells you to “stop acting like you don’t know what you’re doing.” you pretend to be oblivious. you pretend you don’t feel the heat. but you do. and you love it.

ALL STORIES

♡.

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A/n: when you can't pick one, why not pick both

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

[Masterlist]

[samanthaaether]

Pegajosa reader piensa que a rin no le gusta

CLINGY!

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

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

you always touch first.

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

rin calls you clingy.

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

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

so you thought it was okay.

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

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

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

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

but two days pass.

then three.

and then he realizes something’s wrong.

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

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

and it’s driving him crazy.

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

he wants to touch you so bad he feels nauseous.

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

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

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

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

he gives in.

“…are you mad at me?”

you blink up at him. “what?”

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

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

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

you’re quiet for a second too long.

he panics.

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

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

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

you stare at him.

he looks miserable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you scoot closer. he tenses.

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

“i thought i was annoying you.”

he breathes in, shaky. “never.”

“so i can be clingy again?”

his answer is immediate.

“yes.”

but then, after a beat:

“but let me try, too.”

you blink. “try what?”

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

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

you smile so softly it hurts.

and you squeeze his hand back.

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

(he is)

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[lostazuree]

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 from 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. 😝

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[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

“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.