#bllk imagine

[yoisami]

tags. itoshi rin x gn!reader, fluff, 0.7k wc, established relationship, characters are aged up, i feel like rin has cold hands idk, rin misses you a lot :(

when rin enters your shared bedroom, expecting you to be waiting for his return as you busied yourself on your phone, he’s puzzled to see you lying on your side on the bed, breathing steadily and seeming to have fallen asleep.

this astounds him, really, because you typically fall asleep after midnight, but today was an exception. with your eyes shut and your face nestled into the edge of your pillow, it appears that rin feels too guilty to wake you up in this instance.

however, the athlete admits that he’s sulking on the side because you were supposed to be awake, ready to offer an hour of cuddles before he goes to sleep. afterall, rin had finally returned to japan after a month overseas—he assumed that you would want to savour his affection after thirty days of separation.

but it looks like his prediction was incorrect because you’re fast asleep without needing the comfort and security of his arms. maybe you don’t need him, but he needs you—he misses you terribly.

spending thirty days without your presence was almost a form of torture, and to rin, it felt like a birthright that had been seized from his arms. you’re more than just a mere part of his daily routine, so for him to skip his regular hugs and kisses was very odd. it wasn’t unbearable—rin survived the month without your physical affection, but frankly, he prefers to survive with it.

rin is well aware that your love is a privilege, and it’s one that he swears to never take for granted. he’s thrived for twenty years without your love, but after having a taste of it two summers ago, it’s left him somewhat unsatiated—rin still wonders what it’d truly feel like to selfishly keep all your love to himself.

but rin couldn’t ever fill all the spaces inside your heart. you have plenty of love to give—to your family, your friends, even strangers—and that’s a reason why he adores you so much. you’re selfless and always willing to share a piece of your love with everyone, even though you barely have enough for yourself.

rin gingerly slips inside the duvet, making gentle movements to avoid accidentally waking you. his side of the bed dips a little when he shifts to his side with your back facing him.

the moment rin extends his arm out to your waist, you breathe out his name, your voice sounding a little lower than how it usually is during the day.

in a similar volume, rin responds. “hmm?”

your eyes remain shut when you turn to lie on your right side, but like muscle memory, your fingers find themselves clutching onto his shirt. it’s one of the many requests you make that doesn’t require any words for it to be fulfilled because rin knows exactly what you want.

so without a thought, his hand rests atop your cheek, and like waves in the ocean, they travel back and forth, from your temple to your scalp. a content hum leaves your lips.

“y’know, the apartment was strangely quieter without you in it,” you begin, your head inclining into rin’s chest. “and it didn’t make sense to me... because i normally do the talking anyway.”

even though the curtains are perfectly shut, the streetlights from below still made their presence inside the bedroom. it lands behind you, delicately underlining every single one of your features as rin’s thumb traces the shadows on your skin. this is the golden view of your face, and he’s missed it.

“i’ve missed you.”

though you’re half-awake, you’re still able to successfully tease him. the room is dark, but rin is able to make out the tiny smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “how much?”

“like, a lot,” he whispers, his lips moving against your forehead. then he presses a kiss. “more than a lot.”

“what are you going to do when you leave me for another tournament again?”

“teach you how to play soccer and i’ll make sure you’re on the team. then you can come along, and i won’t have to miss you like this again.”

your chuckle is quiet, but it’s just loud enough for rin to hear it.

“sounds like a plan.”

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[dollwritesarchive]

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“Con— gratu— lations!” you spat in between ragged breaths, your brows knit tight together, your features twisted in both pain and unwilling pleasure. each syllable seemed to erupt from your lips, shot out by the force of Barou’s hips pounding into yours from behind. each time, you bite back a hoarse squeak, your feet stomping on the floor. you could feel the grate in his locker imprinting against your cheek the harder he pushed your head against it, his other hand was clasping your wrist— the hand that you’d used previously to attempt to coerce him into a gentler victory celebration now successfully restrained.

Barou was snorting through his flared nostrils, dark eyes wild  with lust and adrenaline, and each time he bucks his powerful hips, he fills you to his hilt, and none too gently. “You don’t seem very excited for me.”

you bite down harshly on your lower lip; his voice was deep and raspy, and the hot puffs of breath on the back of your neck as he fucks you like a feral animal raised your hairs on end.

“I was promised an eager fucktoy,” it was a hiss, as if he were disappointed in your services. however, his body told a completely different story. he was throbbing in your guts, and each time he rams into your depths, you pull yourself forward against the locker. with nowhere to go, you tremble, impaled on him. “Instead, I get a whiny bitch that can barely even take me.”

your hand, the one not balled into a tight fist down and wrenched behind you, pushes flat against the locker, trying to push back against his strength— just to get your face off the harsh, cold metal. “I’m— trying—“ you whimper, indignant. you typically didn’t mind your stay or your contract in Blue Lock; most of the boys were needy, but never hurt you. this was your first time with the beast that was Barou Shoei, and you were blindsided by just how little he cared about your body. he twisted you up into whatever position he desired, like you were nothing but elastic, and fucked you so brutally that you knew you’d be sore for days to come. you could only hope that the next victor would be content with using your mouth instead.  “y—you’re being too rough, that h— hurts!” you felt as though you were being ripped open. with each, greedy thrust, Barou was battering your limit, and he didn’t seem to plan on stopping any time soon.

“‘Cause you keep trying to run from my cock,” Barou  released your wrist and your face simultaneously, both hands clamping against your shoulders to lock you in place. naturally, both of yours follow, nails biting at his forearms. maybe you were just trying to hold on to something as he drilled you with more aggression, as if emphasizing his following point. “I know it hurts, but I wouldn’t have to be so rough if you would just be still and take it, like you’re supposed to.” your calf muscles burned, and that when you realized you were struggling on your tip toes, the velocity of each thrust nearly sweeping you off your feet. “Come on, whore,” he snarls, grinding his teeth, “stick it out for me. Give it up.” you were practically screaming— the shrill moans hardly even sounding like yourself, but you obey. arching your back as tight as it would go, your feet dangled just above the floor as the strength behind his merciless fucking took over. as if you were perched on his lap, his lower half supports your weight so he can pound upwards, and you slammed down to meet him. 

“Fuck!” you cry out, planting your palms on either side of your ass, fingers pressing into the muscle pads of his lower abdomen. like caressing pure steel. if you could just get a moment of reprieve, push yourself up and away from his pistoning hips, you could try to regain some control over your own body. but he was granting none of it. 

his fists grip your waist instead, both hands so massive that you swear he can almost interlace his fingers around you, and he pulls you down harder. “That’s better,” he grunts in approval; the bestial edge to his voice in your ear eliciting a surprised mewl, “now you’re starting to sound like you like it.” 

[justauthoring]

BLUE LOCK - HOT THINGS HE DOES

includes: bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, mikage reo and isagi yoichi all x fem!reader!

a/n: i don’t even know if these all make sense, i just wanted to write something lol

bachira meguru:

always keeps direct eye contact with you when you’re talking to him. he always wants you to know he’s listening to everything you’re saying. no matter what, he’ll stop everything and put his full focus onto what you’re saying. responds with more than just hums or nods, asks questions and gets involved. the way he looks at you never fails to make you blush, words fumbling as you get lost in your own story. bachira just laughs, a smirk curling on his lips - “it’s okay baby, take your time.”

when he’s trying to focus on something, he always ties his hair up into a loose messy bun, letting the blonde hairs at the bottom poke out more. sticks his tongue out as he does whatever he’s doing. you find it so attractive even when he’s simply just reading, watching the way his eyes zone in and with his hair tied back... you love it when he ties his hair back.

always presses a kiss to your cheek when you’re saying goodbye. calls you by that nickname that you love of his, that never fails to make your insides feel like jelly as the soft and warm feeling of his lips against your cheek hits you. “bye baby, i’ll see you at the game, yeah?” there’s just something about the way he never forgets, even months into your relationship - no matter for how long or short he’ll be gone, he always presses a kiss to your cheek, giggling knowingly as he leaves.

nagi seishiro:

always wears just sweatpants at home when it’s just the two of you. wears them low on his hips that you can see everything. you’re usually the one wearing his sweatshirt, not that he minds, because he likes you warm and comfortable and also because he knows how the sight of him in nothing but his sweatpants gets you going. you can barely leave his side all day, and the night always ends the same - naked, tangled together in the sheets.

incredibly patient with you. it might seem simple, but he never gets frustrated with you no matter how hard you might be to teach. likes to teach you how to play his games, and even if you suck, he’ll just set his big, warm hands over your own and guide your fingers exactly where they need to be - he just doesn’t know that the reason why you suck is because you’re too busy focusing on the way he’s leaning over you and how good it feels.

can reach anything with his height. even if you’re tall enough to reach something, he’ll still make a habit of grabbing it for you. likes being able to do things for you, but mainly it’s because it gives him the chance to subtly show off his muscles, stretching his arm up next to you, leaning in close to you. every single time it takes your breath away, leaving you a fluster mess as he goes back to whatever he was doing before - and every single time he leaves with a shit-eating grin.

itoshi rin:

sets his hand on your lower back to guide you places. doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, every single time he’ll be there right behind you, guiding you. makes you feel safe and protected, and he knows which is why he does it. a simple way to show he’s there without having to say anything and the feeling of his hand on your back never fails to cause goosebumps - he lean close too, let his breath fan across the back of your neck as he guides you forwards.

drives with one arm on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. confident enough in his skills like he always is that it’s natural for him to do it. the first time he does it, it causes you to jump slightly, surprised, but when he rin turns to look at you, worried he’d crossed a line, all he sees is a pretty blush across your cheeks as you meet his gaze shyly - does it every single time simply because of that reaction.

wears tight shirts. they show off everything, every toned muscle he’s carved through years of careful training to be an athlete. it drives you into a frenzy every time he wears them, which is almost always, and even into months of your relationship it doesn’t fail to make you all flustered. he didn’t use to wear tight shirts that often - he does almost every time you’re together now.

mikage reo:

dresses up for every occasion. there isn’t a single event or date that you two go on that reo isn’t dressed up. the money helps but he has incredible fashion sense on his own. it always makes you proud to have a man that cares about his appearance and knows how to use that skill properly, never leaving the house looking anything but incredibly put together - secretly puts in more effort when he learns this.

always holds every door open for you, pulls every chair out for you and pays for everything. does it without saying anything. he just simply does, wordlessly, and it always brings the brightest smile to your lips as he does, eyes meeting his briefly as he does. reo liked to do things for people, and had more money then he knew what to do with - but it always feels better when he can do it for you.

holds your hand everywhere the both of you go. slips his hand in your own before threading his fingers through yours and squeezing. he does it mindlessly, never ever saying anything and yet without fault every time the two of you are out, whether alone or with friends. what gets you every time is the soft little squeezes he gives - whether it be when you’ve been quiet for longer than he’s comfortable with, or when he hears something he things you might like to pull your attention on him.

isagi yoichi:

presses kisses to your forehead. no matter the occasion, whether you’re upset or he’s leaving or the two of you are just sitting together watching a movie. he likes to remind you that he’s there, so every often he lean towards you, causing you to blink in surprise, before pressing a soft kiss against your forehead - his lips are always soft.

gives the absolute best messages. never ever complains either. he likes to be able to calm you in any way he can, whether that be when you’re stressed or just simply something to make you comfortable. he’s incredibly good with his hands, knowing exactly where to press or rub - does it without expecting anything in return, he just wants to make you happy.

always without a fault, lends you his jacket or hoodie. you don’t even ask half of the time, he’ll just see that you’re cold and wrap his jacket around you. doesn’t even just offer, instead will wrap the jacket around your shoulders or slip the hoodie over your head, likes to guide your hands through the sleeves - always gentle, never forceful.

[noctuaas]

mid-afternoon delights + nagi seishiro

cw; nsfw, oral (f!receiving), fem reader

wc; 312

nagi seishiro is the laziest motherfucker known to existence.

sometimes he simply doesn’t have the energy to take care of himself and you. so sometimes, he’ll slither over to you while your sprawled out on the bed playing on the switch, and ask:

“baby, can i please use you? i promise i won’t bother you, just keep playing your game.”

all nagi wants is to lie with his face buried in your pussy.

it’s really not a big ask. he wouldn’t be bothering you anyway, so of course you’ll oblige. of course you’ll slide your shorts off for him and lay back so he can flatten himself out the mattress with his head between your thighs.

nagi can’t even be bothered to hold his head up properly. his cheek rests on your thigh as he languidly makes out with your pussy, mouth and chin covered in your sticky slick.

as hard as it might be to believe, he was rutting his hips into the mattress at an even more lethargic pace than he was roving his tongue up and down your cunt. you could barely even tell he was doing it. not until 30 minutes in when nagi humped the mattress once, twice, three times and caught his aching cock just right, blowing his load straight into his shorts. he groaned so loud, so deliciously, that you had to finally glance down at him, and what a sight it was.

he's trembling ever so slightly, chest heaving and still coming down from his long, drawn out orgasm. he’s got this delirious smile plastered across his face, cheeks and chin covered in your sticky essence that’s glistening under the light. it smears across your skin when he crawls up and collapses on your stomach, too tired to move any further despite not having moved an inch the whole time.

“feel better?”

“mmm, much.”

[sayoneee]

☆ HEATWAVES

it's the middle of summer and everything's so hot, but bachira decides it's his chance to sneak into your room (1k)

contains: bachira meguru x fem! reader. possibly ooc bachira (first time writing for him). no mentions of blue lock. ambiguous relationship. not proofread

kashaf’s note: this is very very very indulgent.

“MEGURU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” you asked, swiftly sitting up from your sprawled position on your bed, your phone forgotten and abandoned on your sheets as a random tiktok audio looped in the background. propping yourself up against one of the pillows tossed haphazardly across your bed, you watched with a mixture of amusement as he stepped into your room, with a care that he usually lacked, kicking off his converse in the corner and closing your window behind him with a soft click. 

the summer heat had turned your room into an inferno, and you felt as if you were in your own personal circle of hell. the stifling heat clung to your skin, heavy and suffocating, like an unwanted embrace. beads of sweat had formed on your skin, and your hair stuck to your forehead in damp tendrils, despite the air conditioning being on full blast for the past hour. 

bachira grinned, filled with a promise of cool relief, eyes lighting up as they locked on you, a man who had stumbled upon an oasis in the desert, “i missed you?” he offered, running a hand through his hair. 

you rolled your eyes, folding your arms across your chest, a  mockingly reserved posture, thinly veiling your shared enthusiasm at the sight of him, “more like you missed my ac.”

stepping closer, bachira wiped at the sweat glistening to his forehead, grin still in place, “i heard through the grapevine that your room was cold.” the reference to that one south park episode you had watched the first time you had been over at his house causes a carousel of memories—of his cold hands and shy smile in the dark of his room—to float to the forefront of your mind. 

an exasperated groan escaped your lips, accompanied by a melodramatic flop backward onto your bed, “it’s literally a sauna in here, and i can’t even open the window, only hot air will come in,” you paused, “what’s your excuse for being here?”

“decided to brave the heatwave, babe,” he winked, taking a seat on the chair positioned in front of your bed. 

“how aren’t you feeling hot right now—do you ever feel hot?” you twisted onto your side, looking at him critically as he played with the old teddy bear he had won for you set on your desk. 

“only when i’m around you, baby,” bachira grins, proud of himself for drawing out a smile from you at the cringey line. 

“you’re literally impossible,” you smiled, playing with the edges of the blanket folded at the end of your bed. 

bachira’s retort is delivered with confidence, his self-assured grin never wavering, “you love me though.”

choosing not to provide him with the satisfaction of a direct answer, you grabbed a pillow from your side and sent it sailing toward him, a playful non-answer. bachira retaliated with equal enthusiasm, and before you knew it, the two of you were immersed in an intense pillow fight. laughter bubbled forth with each pillow thrown, the tension of the stifling heat momentarily forgotten.

out of nowhere, bachira launched himself at you, his weight toppling you backward onto the mattress. his breath ghosted warmly against your ear, the proximity sending shivers down your spine, "c’mon, pretty, tell me you missed me too."

amid the laughter and mock struggles, your response tumbled out, a concession laced with mirth, "maybe a little." your resistance waned as he pinned your hands above your head, your defeated state bringing an end to the wrestling, "meguru, you're actually gonna get me in trouble."

his laughter enveloped the room, a sound almost as familiar as the call of your own name, “getting into trouble can’t be that bad.”

you met his gaze, unimpressed by his nonchalance, your tone borderline childish, “i won’t be able to see you for like ever.”

“okay, nevermind, it is that bad,” bachira conceded, smiling. his eyes lit up, a tell-tale sign of when he had another bright idea; almost on a separate plane of thought entirely, he suggested, “let’s go to the roof.’

you raised your eyebrows at him, regarding his expression skeptically, “will you be quieter on the roof—so we don’t get caught?”

ignoring your question, bachira grinned, his fingers brushing away the damp strands of hair clinging to your forehead. in a quick moment, he surged to his feet, suddenly standing up and extending his hand toward you, “c’mon, last one there has to give the winner whatever they want.”

used to bachira’s antics, a competitive spark ignited within you, and a grin tugs at your lips, “you’re so on.” wasting no time, with unyielding determination, you shoved past his outstretched hand and propelled yourself out your window. 

bachira was quick to follow, overtaking you with ease, his movements marked by a fluidity only years of soccer training could develop, giving him an edge over you. his laughter followed you, and when in one moment you were in the lead, in the next, you found yourself trying futilely to catch up to him. 

upon joining him on the rooftop, bachira immediately drew you into his side, an arm encircling your shoulder as the cool night breeze danced around you. “i won,” he declared, a triumphant grin illuminating his features endearingly. it’s hard not to smile back, not when he’s looking at you like that. you burrowed closer into his side as he decided on his prize. 

you didn’t have to wait long, however, as he suddenly leaned closer, the mischievous glint dancing in his eyes reminding you of fireflies and your shared childhood, he demanded, “i want a kiss.”

bachira closed his eyes, waiting for you to make your move, and you, gathering your courage—embarrassed at his ability to make you concede so easily—swiftly pressed your lips to his cheek in a fleeting caress, the moment disappearing as quick as it had occurred. 

he opened his eyes, grin still intact, “not what i meant, pretty, but i’ll take it.”

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[haezen]

Hi, how are you doing? If it's okay, may I please request a Meguru Bachira x reader where they go on an ice-cream date?

hi anon! im doing awesome ty for asking lovely!! i hope you enjoy <33

"Did you forget?"

You ask plainly over the phone while you stand in front of your favorite ice-cream shop. You're freezing as you wait for MEGURU, shivering as you pull the thin fabric of your jacket tighter around your body while desperately hoping that your body will forget just how cold it is outside.

It's become a bi-weekly tradition for the two of you to visit your favorite ice-cream shop. It used to be a weekly thing, but since Meguru's schedule has become so busy and demanding, the two of you compromised—the two of you will go get ice cream one week and a place of his choosing the other week. And even though he's on a strict diet, he still makes excuses (for himself) for why it's acceptable to eat ice-cream with you every other week.

"Did I forget what?"

He grins when your eyes flicker up to his approaching figure on the sidewalk. He's got his athletic bag hanging on his shoulder with his jacket zipped up all the way to his chin. His cheeks are dusted pink— you assume it's because of the weather and realize that he had walked all the way here.

"Sometimes, I really can't stand you." You shake your head, and hang up, shoving your phone in the back pocket of your jeans. "How could you make me wait so long?"

"I'm sorry!" He exclaims heartily as he mirrors your actions, pocketing his own phone in his joggers. "I let the time fly by, but I'll make it up to you (Name)."

“Whatever.” You say as you fake a bad mood. But the both of you know that as soon as you receive your cup of ice cream and settle into your spot across from him in that corner booth that you like, your ‘bad mood’ will fade away as quickly as it came.

Meguru eagerly reaches for the handle of the door, swinging it open and gestures with his head for you to walk inside. You walk past him and inside the shop, throwing him a glare over your shoulder as he trails behind you. He smiles guiltily, eyes crinkling at the corners.

As you stand in front of all the options, eyes raking over each flavor with increasing interest, you feel Meguru’s presence from behind you. 

His eyes are locked onto the same flavor he always chooses: pistachio.

“Are you ever gonna try something new for once?”

“I mean...” His golden eyes flicker up to meet your own. “Do I need to?”

“I guess not...but how could pistachio be your favorite? Out of everything?!” You laugh while the employee emerges from the breakroom, striding to attend to you and Meguru.

“What would you rather me try then? Surprise me.” He offers.

“Mmm..” You hum, resting the pad of your index finger flat over your lips as you decide between picking a flavor he’d love or one that he’d hate. “You like chocolate, don’t you Meguru?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, nonchalant. “I like almost everything.”

“Almost!” You exclaim like you’ve realized something. “Should I be evil and torment you?”

Meguru pouts, “I was only five minutes late!”

“He’ll have a cup of Cherry.” You tell the employee behind the counter.

“No!” He interrupts theatrically and you can’t help but laugh. 

“He’ll actually have...” You look at all the flavors one time before pointing to Mint Chocolate Chip. “How about Mint?” You spare him a glance and he gives it a second of thought before nodding.

After the employee finished preparing both of your orders, he paid for them willingly. You thanked him with a soft smile and slid into the booth against the wall. He slid into the spot across from you and shoved a spoonful of the mint ice cream into his mouth.

“I would’ve ate whatever you picked for me.” 

“Good.” You respond, shoving a spoonful of your own ice cream in your mouth. But before you’re done eating the ice cream in your mouth, you hurriedly reach over to steal a spoonful of Meguru’s ice cream. 

“Hey!” 

“Mmmm.” You hum once more as you savor the flavor of Mint Chocolate Chip; it tastes even better when it’s not your own. “How about we get ice cream again next week?”

He closes his eyes for a moment, like he’s trying to get past the fact that you stole a spoonful from his own cup. “Of course.”

You laugh in realization, knowing that you bothered him. But as you’re laughing, he sneakily grabs your cup of ice cream to steal a bite of his own.

“Meguru!”

[animeniac-writings]

no matter what kind of relationship I had with Kaiser, platonic, romantic, just some guy I'm snarking at, I would definitely call him "Kaiser roll"

maybe other things too, but this is non-negotiable.

[seishirokitten]

Japan's national team has to split their team between two three bedroom flats for the world cup.

Enjoying a rest day after their win against the German power house.

Kunigami's sweat drips onto the hardwood from his brow as he holds his single arm plank. Copper eyes occasionally flickering up to the screen to watch the match on the TV. Nagi stretched out on the couch, phone in one hand with highlights from the other opening matches but his sleepy eyes are trained on bigger screen watching the ball shift possession.

Bachria and Issagi standing behind the couch, playing a precise game between themselves, passing the ball back and forth by keeping it in the air. Listening to the commentators for cues of a good play.

Itoshi's bored gaze watching the game from the kitchen. Giving a scoff for such a boring game as he brings his drink to his lips while Barou growls.

"Who's fuckin training kit is this?" He picks up the body suit from the floor just barely keeping it between two fingers. No one answers, the men used to the neat freak's harsh tone voicing complaints about their cleanliness or lack there of.

Issagi only had to pull Barou and Nagi apart three times this week alone, the pair being forced to share a bedroom and it was obvious but the line down the middle with a neatly made bed and the other having blankets and pillows askew.

It was a surprise they were a team at all but they all had one thing in mind, the only thing driving them to work together since half the National team was spread out over the leagues in Japan.

Lifting that golden trophy and pressing their lips to the cool metal, knowing victory never tasted so sweet.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: yandere, classism, degradation, possessiveness, obsessiveness, blackmail

gn reader - feminine clothing (jewelry: earrings, necklace)

Thinking about your rich boyfriend…

Rich boyfriend – who buys you clothes and jewelry every time you have a date, even when you tell him you feel bad receiving them all – that you have nowhere to wear such nice things – that a simple date is really more than enough. 

Rich boyfriend – who ignores you with a smile and shake of his head, asking you how you expect him to stop when you’re just the absolute cutest? Looking at him with those moon-big eyes, humble crinkle between your brows, and your lip tucked nervously between your teeth to keep from gawking. 

Rich boyfriend – who orders for you at all the restaurants he takes you to because he knows you’ve never been anywhere like it. Looking so adorably lost in your seat, flushed when staring at the menu written in a language you can’t read – knowing even if you could, you still wouldn't know what any of it meant. You’re so, so, so precious – eyes peeled like you’re a pet who’s just been allowed at the table for the first time.

Rich boyfriend – who plays four instruments, speaks five languages, went to an Ivy League institution, and will inherit his entire family’s business being the spoiled only child that he is.

Rich boyfriend – who just loves the messy household you grew up in – loves how you and your siblings interact with each other, looking like a bundle of pups all crammed in the same cage at a pet store – how your childhood bedroom is the size of his closet – filled with all sorts of trinkets you’ve kept growing up – stuff that would usually wind up in the trash at his house – polaroids of you as a teenager, past boyfriends in kissing booths, prom pictures, concert tickets, and old rusty friendship lockets. 

It’s all so… He scoffs. The word for it escapes him.

Suppose he doesn’t quite recognize the pricelessness of sentimental value as opposed to something actually sellable – but he finds it cute that you do. 

Though, it bothers him to some degree as well… that you would value an old pair of earrings gifted you by your grandmother instead of the actual antique diamond pair he’d procured for you. After all, one was a real historic piece worth a fortune a Russian duchess had snuck into England during the war, and the other was old junk made by a noname jeweler.

Rich boyfriend – who chokes on his spit when you sit him down and tell him you want to break up – who thinks he’s misheard – that you’re joking, playing some uncultured game he’s never been exposed to, some ill-taste past-time only poor people do to escape their bitter reality. 

But you’re not joking… 

You’re breaking up with him…You.. You… broke trash of worker-class scum… you’re breaking up with him?

You give him back all his gifts in a cardboard box – telling him you’re grateful but that you truly don’t have any use for such things – that you think your worlds are too different to coincide. 

Of course, you refrain from telling him you think he’s a classist snob. You have a feeling it would have gone completely over his head if you’d tried anyway, so there really was no point to it.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who’s never been told no in his entire life…

Rich ex-boyfriend – who buys your street and plans on scrapping it to make brand new mansions in a project he dubs “cleaning up the slums” – evicting and putting you and your entire family out of the home you’d spent your entire life growing up in.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who thinks you’re crawling back to him when you schedule an appointment at his office – who thinks you’re going to come in with bleary wet eyes and grovel like the lowly peasant you are – let him save you from poverty and homelessness, make you his charity case – his pretty diamond in the rough who’s never quite able to wash all the coal off.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who trashes that same office when you leave after having given him the address to the pawnshop you sold the one pearl necklace you’d kept as a token of your relationship – telling him he should feel free to go down there and get it back – that you’re using the money to buy a better house and you just wanted to come and thank him for that. 

Of course, you wanted to slap him too – spit on his tie or maybe just take a piss on his desk – but you left it at that.

Rich ex-boyfriend – whose next move is to buy your family business, who hires a private eye to dig up dirt on you and all your family, burying you in fines from age-old petty crimes, gets you kicked from your scholarship.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who goes to that pawnshop and reports the pearl necklace as a stolen item and has the police arrest you. Spinning a story about how he thought you were this humble sweet thing, only for you to rob him behind his back.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who comes to visit you in the custody suite where you sit cooped up with all the other wretched mutts on the cold concrete floors – scolding you for making him come down to a dirty police precinct, for having him breathe the same air as all the lowlives held up there.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who tells you he’ll make it all go away.

He’ll drop the charges, let your family keep their house – or buy them an even better one, whichever you prefer – he’ll even promote your family business and pay for all your siblings' education – he’ll give you everything. 

Anything you want, it’s yours.

But he owns you.

BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul

JJK – Sukuna, Gojo, Naoya

HQ – Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins

BLLK – Reo, Rin

HxH – Illumi

[moechies]

why they call you mommy 🍥

boys who call you mommy with the intent of breeding you full and getting you pregnant :

౨ৎ toji fushiguro, nanamin kento, ushijima wakatoshi, atsumu & osamu miya, ran haitani, wakasa imaushi, kunigami rensuke

boys who call you mommy because you have them brainless and crying under your control :

౨ৎ gojo satoru, choso kamo, yuuji itadori, yuuta okkotsu, tendou satori, oikawa tooru, sanzu haruchiyo, kazutora hanemiya, ryusei shidou

[ode2rin]

clingy!rin is my favorite rin <3

it’s 4:30 am, and rin is now wide awake.

rin woke up 30 minutes before his alarm went off. his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. he blinked a few times, his brain slowly registering that something was off.

that's when he saw your figure turning away from him, your back facing him. you weren't cuddled in his arms like how he remembered falling asleep.

he frowned, his eyebrows furrowed, a typical expression he held in his everyday life, but never towards you. never because of you. except now.

this was the first time it happened. or was it? did you always slip away from his hold when he was fast asleep? did you not like having him close like how he wanted you snuggled in him? or maybe he did something wrong last night? was it something he said? he couldn't recall.

all he knew right now was that he didn't like it. you don’t get to do this to him, rin thought. cuddles were a must for him to function properly! he will never tell you that but he knows you know that!

he laid there for a moment, staring at your back. as much as he hated what was happening right now, he didn't want to wake you up. because as much as you love and adore rin, the earliest of waking up as a part of the pro-athlete life was something you would never try. who in their right mind would wake up at the crack of dawn just to be tired all over again? definitely not you.

rin continued staring at you until his alarm went off. the loud blaring of his alarm stirred you from your sleep. slowly, you turned to rin, and your sleepy eyes blinked up to meet his narrowed ones.

uh oh. someone didn’t have a great sleep, you thought.

“your alarm, rinnie. time to start the day.” you said.

that’s all you could say? no explanation? fine. 

rin let out what seemed like a huff, causing you to open your eyes. lo and behold, rin was pouting.

rin itoshi was pouting. at 5 am.

curious as to what was making your lover sulk so early in the morning, you reached out to cup his jaw. “what’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly.

“you.”

it was now your turn to frown. “me? what do you mean?”

“you were turned away from me.” rin said, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

you must be on a mission to completely infuriate him as you utter a “huh?” in response.

“i woke up and you were turned away from me.” rin replied, a little bolder and louder this time.

“oh.”

rin scoffed at your realization, completely opposite to the smile forming on your lips. 

you opened your arms, beckoning him closer. “come here, rinnie,” you said, your voice tender and soothing.

rin might be feeling a little grumpy, but who was he to decline such a sweet offer?

slowly, rin laid himself in your arms, his face buried in your neck as he took his time to get lost in your scent.

you stroked rin's hair, “i'm sorry,” you said, leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead, kissing the grumpiness away, “i must have moved in my sleep.”

rin let out a sigh at your answer, accepting that it was out of your control.

he wrapped his arms around you tighter, pulling you close to him. “just don't do it again,” he said, his voice hot against your neck. “i need you close to me.”

you smiled at his words. even if your boyfriend might be frequently grumpy and unconventionally clingy, you still wouldn’t have it any other way.

[dollwritesarchive]

— ⟡ 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

characters i will write for

bachira meguru, rensuke kunigami, hyoma chigiri, kuon wataru, raichi jingo, gin gagamaru, okuhito iemon

characters i will not write for

isagi yoichi, gurimu igarashi

↻ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 // minors dni. never repost or translate. reblog if you like it, please don’t spam like. thanks for reading < 3

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

hard and fast blurb

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐞𝐢

toxic valentine blurb

[justauthoring]

there’s a barely concealed pout on his lips.

hands stretched out, bachira makes grabby hands at you, a whine of dejection on his lips; “don’t go.”

and honestly, it takes everything within you not to give in then and there.

“megs...”

he doesn’t falter. that ever convincing pout stays present on his lips, his eyes turning puppy-dog at you as he sits up, leaning his weight on his elbow. “it’s my one day off, baby,” he reminds, his words having their desired effect as you feel guilt flood you. “don’t you wanna spend the day with me?”

“of course i do,” you frown, “but--”

“but nothing,” he grins, wide and convincing. “i want cuddles.”

the pants you’d been about to slip on fall from your hands, slipping to the ground as you shuffle on your feet. you’re clad in nothing but some panties and bachira’s sweater, and the bed looks entirely too inviting to you in that moment; even more so with your boyfriend in it.

he looks all too appetizing himself. bachira didn’t get many days off, and it felt wrong to waste a special day like this doing such mundane chores and errands.

(even if you’ve been putting them off for far too long now).

“we’ll have to order in tonight,” you concede, leg lifting to crawl onto the bed. “i’ve got nothing for dinner.”

bachira shrugs, a bright grin on his lips as his arms wound around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. you fall against him with ease, letting your head fall on his chest as you glance up, meeting his gaze. “was gonna order in anyways,” he admits, “too lazy to cook dinner.”

“won’t your coach be mad?”

“don’t care.”

letting out a snort, you shake your head but don’t argue otherwise. your arms around around bachira similar to his own, hugging him close as you snuggle into his warmth and familiar scent.

“i missed you.”

and it was true -- you’d missed him a lot.

bachira had been overseas for the last few months for his soccer career, and for a while your relationship had been limited to texts, calls and facetiming whenever he had the free time.

to actually have him back in your arms? felt like a miracle.

“me too, babe,” he hums, “can’t believe you were gonna leave me alone for some groceries.”

you huff, “my fridge is literally empty.”

“who needs food when you have me?”

when you raise your head, there’s a shit-eating grin on bachira’s face. one that you can’t help but giggle at despite his words.

“lot’s of people,” you grin, “you need food to survive.”

bachira pouts, “moo,” he whines. “that’s mean, baby.”

“kidding, kidding,” you admonish, setting your hand on his chest to soothe his hurt. resting your chin over top, you glance up at him through your lashes, all too smitten. “the plan to just cuddle all day?”

pulling you closer, bachira giggles; “you bet.”

and honestly, that seemed like a perfect plan to you.

[yeonniesblog]

— bllk boys reaction to you pranking them with nudes/exposing picture and telling them it wasn't meant for them.

nsfw words used. slight ooc remarks but it's just for fun | masterlist

this was requested by @joyfulenthusiastwitch

[kokon0is]

nagi is not really aware of his big dick, not like he cares, a penis is a penis he said, but my god, this dude is hung.

like i said he is not really aware, but not until you’re on top of him, and struggling to fit him inside you, “‘s too big sei—-aahh” you probably said this for a hundred times now, “you can take it, a little more, angel”

“so tight around me—hah” he threw his head back to the pillow while he kept his hands on your hips to guide you down “i guess im just too big for this pussy, angel” he is keeping himself from thrusting up to you as you’re clearly still struggling to ride him, he shuts his eyes when he felt you clenched around his dick “aahh…” het let out a breathy moan.

he can’t take this, he is trying his best to stop himself to just pick you and and fuck you while standing and thrust in you in a animalistic pace.

he snapped our of his thoughts when he felt your wet cunt rest on his lower stomach “i did it sei, i bottomed out” you flop on his chest and stayed like that, “hmm you did well, let me do the work, yeah?” nagi gave your head a pat.

“hold on to my shoulders angel, g’nna fuck you hard now”

[ilsanslut]

꒷♡꒷ GAME OVER!

♰ synopsis: in which you seek attention from your boyfriend and end up paying the price. content/trigger warning(s): 18+. smut. gn!reader. full-nelson. rough sex. tummy bulging. creampie. angry(?)!nagi. minor degradation. cursing. ꒷꒦

“Stop it, Y/N.”

Seishiro warned you without looking up from his phone screen for a moment, his fingers still dancing across the glass with expert skill. You were lying beside him on the couch, your bare foot on his bicep, gently nudging him to throw him off his game. You couldn’t help yourself. You wanted his attention, but instead, he chose to play some dumb mobile game. So, you decided to take it upon yourself to get his attention—by lightly kicking him until he paid attention to you.

“Y/N.” His typically soft tone grew a bit of a firm edge, with the slightest hint of frustration making itself known to you.

You giggled to yourself, partially in amusement and partially in incredulity, as you were surprised to hear the slightest infliction of irritation in your typically lax and impassive boyfriend, who, in his own words, “doesn’t get angry because it’s bothersome feeling negative”. Was that about to change? Were you finally about to make Seishiro angry?

There was only one way to find out, right?

You gave him a few moments of reprieve, allowing him to get sucked back into his game and forget about your little mischievous self, despite your antsy toes wiggling against his deltoid giving you away. It appeared to be working because Seishiro's eyes were wide and unblinking as they became laser-focused on his screen, even drawing the device closer to his face just as his tapping became near manic when you suddenly jolted your foot forth and even managed to push Seishiro aside for a second.

“Y/N!—”

GAME OVER, YOU LOSE!

You were so shocked that you could not even contain your laughter. You cackled maniacally as you were holding your stomach at the fact that Seishiro lost, moreover became frustrated with you.

“Haha, I can’t believe it! See, Sei? This is what happens when you chose to ignore me~.”

Though you quickly stopped laughing when your boyfriend's piercing gray eyes locked with yours, his stare was owlish and unwavering, boring fiercely into your own. What made matters worse was that he did not even look angry, but you could feel it radiating off of him in harsh waves that nearly suffocated you and immobilized you where you lay. Your breath caught in your throat as dread suddenly chilled your veins, your mouth gaping as you tried to think of something else to say in your defense, but it was futile.

“So that’s what that was, huh?” His tone was chilling, effectively silencing any rebuttal you could’ve thought to muster up. His head cocked to one side, fluffy bangs shadowing his unblinking eyes as they continued to pierce into your own.

“You just wanted . . . my attention?”

“M’sorry, m’sorry, Sei~! P-please, I can’t! I won’t do it again, I pr-promise—!”

Seishiro had ripped through your underwear, thrown you on top of him, and folded you in a full-nelson to fuck you silly before you could blink. You were choking on your own words as your boyfriend’s cock pistoned in and out of you at a furious pace, leaving you breathless with every unrelenting thrust, each one more vigorous than the last. You could feel him hitting the deepest parts within you, battering your inner walls, and pumping every last bit of his frustration with you into your tight hole.

“But isn’t this what you wanted, Y/N?” He muttered into your ear from behind you. The crazy bastard didn’t even sound breathless as he fucked you within an inch of your life. “You wanted my attention, didn’t you? Wanted to make me angry? Make me lose my game, hm? You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, both in ecstasy and vexation, your jaw lulling open as you babbled incoherent curses through your drooling brims. The pleasure was so great, you felt so full, you could hardly think, let alone form a proper sentence! Not to mention, in this nigh-pornographic position, you were gifted the sight of not only your striker boyfriend pounding you senseless but also the prominent indent that appeared on your belly from every time his stupidly big cock reached the deepest depths within you.

Not caring for a response from you, Seishiro let out a series of soft, muffled grunts from his lips as his cock throbbed within you. “Since this is what you wanted, you should be able to take it, no?”

“B-But Sei! Your too—mpfh! Y-You’re too damn b—”

“—What? Big? You cry about that all the time, Y/N, and yet you take my cock like the pretty slut you are every time without fail.” You could practically hear the eyeroll in his voice as he spoke, pausing his thrusts for merely a second as he adjusted his grip on you, attempting to pry you open further as though you weren’t already splayed out above him. Interlocking his fingers behind your head and pushing himself firmly onto his heels, he basically growled into your ear, “So do me a favor and shut up and take it.”

Without warning, he used his newfound leverage to pound into you with enough force to make your vision go white and your toes curl in the air as he pummeled directly into your sweet spot, eliciting a series of pleasured shrieks and breathless mewls from your drooling lips. You’d be sure to apologize to your neighbors later.

“Ah, there it is. Y’gonna cum f’me?*” He grunted, his breath hot against your ear, as his cock twitched inside of you.

“Oh my god, y-yes! Sei, yes, yes, yes!” You squealed as the knot in your belly tightened.

“Hmmfh, then go on, pretty. Make a mess f’me.”

Before you knew it, you did exactly that, coming undone as you made a mess atop your sweaty and partially clothed bodies. Simultaneously, Seishiro let go inside of you, both of you breathlessly moaning in unison. Your back arched off of his chest as you felt thick, hot ropes of steamy, milky cum shoot into your depths and bloat you full of his seed. It was heavy, too, a result of Nagi not jacking off often, as he found the action to be ‘too much of a hassle when I have you’.

His grip slowly released on you, gently setting your tired and quivering legs down to rest as he lay beneath you, equally exhausted. Even as he did so, his cum still languidly pumped ropes of cum into your abused hole as it slid out of you, making a mess of the poor cushions beneath you two. You would never be able to hold it all, but as you both descended from your highs, neither of you seemed to mind.

Before you could relish in your serenity, you felt a sharp swat on your thigh from your boyfriend beneath you, who now held a small pout on his lips. “Next time you want my attention, just ask. I was about to beat my high score.”

You laughed softly, rolling your eyes playfully as you gazed lazily up at the ceiling. Oh right, that’s what started this mess, huh?

“Mmm, I dunno, Sei.” You drawled, your voice laced with mischief. “If you’re going to fuck me like that every time I bother you while you play, I might have to do it more often~.”

Seishiro said nothing in response. He didn’t even stir beneath you. That is, until your body was turned over and you found yourself face-down on the cushions, trapped beneath your boyfriend's weight, his thick forearm encircling your throat from behind.

“S-Seishiro—!” There was a squeal in your voice as you felt his arm tighten around your throat, pressing you hard against the cushions with his massive bulk and body weight.

“S’that how you feel, Y/N?” His voice was deep, with the faintest of growls beneath it, as he held you taut in his grasp. Between your thighs, you felt his heavy cock hardening once more as he lazily humped it against you, causing your eyes to widen. After emptying the entirety of his balls into you and fucking you into next year, he was getting hard again?!

“Maybe you still haven’t learned your lesson.”

Oh, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t absolutely enthralled by Seishiro when he was like this, and you would most definitely be lying if you said you weren’t going to mess with him while he played again.

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