#lock fitting

[moniehon]

Pppffff

[thewardenshand]

best part of the locked tomb is if it was ANY other story naberius would be the number one guy. he’s a prince and somehow also a bodyguard and he’s a gifted fighter and devoted to the princesses and he has swoopy hair and dreamy eyes and no one gives a shit, because they’re all married/gay/focused on the actual plot. naberius is the lost love interest from a shitty ya fantasy novel that culminates in a love triangle between him, corona, and silas. this man is harry styles in a room full of lesbians

[beroebluejeans]

I love how Tamsyn Muir was like, in this world everybody’s totally cool about gender and sexuality, but there’s a new invented binary that’s culturally and religiously defining and dictates who people are allowed to love and/or fuck and the roles they play in society.

They’ve written volumes and volumes of religious texts about how to conform to these sacred binary roles and filthy porn about people fulfilling or breaking the stereotypes of these roles. The role a person fulfills is determined before they’re born and dictates every aspect of their life. Once in a while someone who’s supposed to be on one side of the socioreligious binary is born more suited to the other side and has to hide it all their life (Coronabeth). Sometimes people fall in love in a way the socioreligious binary declares blasphemous and they decide to love each other openly anyway, and it shocks and scandalizes people no matter how wholesome and lovely and mundane their relationship is (Abigail and Magnus).

And these sacred binary roles are not equal, oh no, as much as the religious doctrine crows the importance of both roles, one is supposed to sacrifice endlessly and unquestioningly for the other, body, mind, and soul. And these binary roles have existed for ten thousand years and were created by God and underlie the whole structure of the universe! But here’s the secret: there was a time before this sacred binary existed, and God is just Some Guy who made this shit up.

[hoejosatoru]

Somno + blue lock men 21+

I got deja vu writing this hopefully this isn’t a repeat. Also some of this might not be technically somno but it’s def adjacent to it

Bachira

Regularly has wet dreams. He’s a clinger when he sleeps and your warmth just sucks him in:(. You wake up to the feeling of him rutting his hard on against your ass. The first few times you tried to wake him up but he is DEAD asleep. So now you just help him, grinding back against his cock or even slipping your hands in his shorts to jerk him off. He gets all whiny and moans even in his sleep:( his shorts get soaked in his cum and you can feel it all warm against your back. He’s honestly not even embarrassed about it either.

Nagi

His problem is he doesn’t always go through the effort to release his sexual desires. Like he has a sex drive, but is not always motivated to pursue it, which is why it comes out in his sleep. Again, he’ll cuddle up to your sleep, but he wakes up. Wrapping his big strong arms around you whining in your ear about how hard he is :( and how he just wants to fuck your thighs:( and you can’t resist of course. Makes the sweetest sighs and breathy moans as he lazily thrusts his cock between your plush thighs. That bastard will coat your thighs in cum and fall right back asleep.

Isagi

Kinda similar to Nagi, but it’s more that he forgets about sex. Particularly during stressful periods or if he’s not playing well he’s so caught up in thoughts about games he ignores his sex drive. He talks in his sleep and you’ll hear him whimpering your name sounding all desperate:( he will rut against you but really needs more stimulation to get off. Despite telling him you don’t mind he’s always embarrassed when he wakes up to see he made a mess of your hands.

Shidou

He just can’t resist you. He comes home late from practice and you’re asleep in bed in some tiny pjs that barely cover a thing. How is he supposed to ignore that?? Likes to finger you and feel how wet your pussy gets. He gets a feral hearing the little noises you make and how your body reacts to him, even in sleep. Gets carried away and gets a little rough, which always wakes you up. Loves the soft and confused little shidou?? You say when you wake up to him teasing his tip against your dripping cunt. And he’s just like sorry, can’t resist you, gonna take me like a good girl, yeah?

Oliver

Also just can’t resist you, but more so because he feels bad that he hasn’t been giving you enough attention. Sometimes he finds you asleep and can tell you were waiting up for him:( when he finds you like that he feels like he just has to make it up to you. Even though you’re asleep he still takes the time to kiss up your thighs. His mouth is warm and wet against your cunt, making your hips stir. His stubble scratches your inner thigh and pulls you awake with a gasp. Finding him looking up at you with those beautiful eyes just makes you melt - and your cunt throb. Just relax angel, he says flicking his tongue over your clit, gonna make my pretty girl feel good.

[wodania]

i finished harrow the ninth and now need to wait patiently for my opportunity to read nona

[brbarou]

living war crime

[mini-minish]

have you heard? arianna minyard is not allowed to go on a date unless her sister does 👀

[abbeylocks123]

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[animentality]

OTOYA IS SUCH A COMEDIAN.

[anbaisai]

MAMA LEECH AND MERMAID MAYU! MAMA LEECH AND MERMAID MAYU!!

I betcha mayu the favorite but doesn't say it out loud

Be like that gumball meme where the guess the password lmao😭

SO true although you still gotta commend the tweels for their unwavering confidence in themselves

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Them 🥹

Bonus lock screen:

[lesbikaiser]

you think rin is the cutest boy you've ever set your eyes on. the way his cheeks always get a shade of red whenever you praise him, his gaze everywhere but you and a huff coming from his lips that only makes your smile wider.

you think rin is the sweetest boy you've ever been with. you love how his skin gets so hot whenever you kiss his jaw or his neck, the tips of his ears beet red as he lets you trail your lips all over his face, fingers trembling against your waist when he holds you.

you think rin is the purest boy you've ever met. it's how he looks at you so nervously when you rub his belly as he talks, stuttering on his words as his eyes sets on your hand against his stomach, your moves slightly riding his shirt up before going inside it – his skin is so warm, you just love to feel it under your fingertips. then his gaze is going up to stare back at your face – and you're smiling so sweetly, encouraging him to continue his explanation about whatever an offside is.

you get a bit confused at his reaction – because you don't think you did anything to make his face this red! but he's so cute, probably he's just shy about having you touching his tummy!

oh, but you can't help but wonder...

why is he always pulling a cushion over his crotch whenever you're with him?

[vi050iv]

took a break from reading idw because I need to stop rushing and process what I’m reading (I might start journaling my thoughts when I read LL because I regret not doing so when I first started the Idw run)

[seasidefallenangel]

she's got those evil eyes (2)

bllk boys and their mean girlfriends ft nagi seishiro, hiori yo, michael kaiser

notes: i got asked to make a part 2, reader is still a bitch, hiori and kaiser's kinda suggestive?, part 1

༄ nagi seishiro:

✣ his pr team asking him to care about his girlfriend’s actions is like pulling teeth - only twenty times more frustrating. whatever you say goes as far as he’s concerned. even if he himself doesn’t wanna do something, the glare in your eyes with your foot tapping impatiently on the hardwood floor causes a quiet, “yes, boss,” to fall from his lips in submission. maybe he’s a tiny bit scared of you, but he also knows it’s just easier to give you whatever you want and be your watchdog to shield you from criticism instead.

⁀➷ if nagi died in the next five seconds then he would be satisfied. going out with your nails gently massaging his scalp while he snuggles against your stomach and plays on his phone is probably the closest to heaven anyone has ever been. so when that hand is so cruel as to leave his head in favor of smashing the keys on your phone, he’s very obviously displeased. “come baaack,” he mumbles with a slight whine in his voice. you’re unresponsive, causing him to move and look up at you, asking, “what are you doing now?” he has a vague idea of what considering his manager is rapid texting him to log onto your account and delete your tweets, but he simply mutes the conversation. you mutter that it’s nothing he needs to worry about, and he just responds with, “mkay,” before tugging your hand to his hair again, intent on being coddled by you. 

༄ hiori yo:

✣ the devil on your shoulder whispering to do all this stuff in the first place. he knows he looks completely harmless, so you’re the perfect cover for him to let out all his deranged thoughts by proxy. it looks like he has a tight leash on you, but the reins are barely even held in his hands. kurona sends him an interview one of the paparazzi managed to snag of you walking out from the grocery store, and hiori flat out leaves practice because he needs to see you now.

⁀➷ the recording of your voice echoes from his cell phone while he enters your shared home after rushing there. a grin lies on his face as he hears you tell the reporter how you’re thrilled that his worthless life led him to hassling a soccer player’s girlfriend before yanking his camera and throwing it on the ground. a fair share of comments say you had every right to do so considering the invasive nature of the press while the rest disagree, saying it was far too aggressive. if anything, hiori wishes you were more aggressive.

you can’t even get a word in as he sits on the couch, gripping your wrists almost painfully while tugging you into his lap. his lips are on yours faster than you can blink - kissing you so hard you feel lightheaded but it’s just not enough. hiori needs you pliant beneath him, that nasty streak of yours quelled by his suffocating hold. despite that, part of him wants you kicking and cursing him out, teeth gnashing as blood from your lips trickles into his mouth. his heart is clawing its way out of his chest and eager to jump into yours, for you to become an extension of his body. an endless plethora of breathy “i love you”s is his confession of how badly he wants to break you, and have you break him in return.

༄ michael kaiser:

✣ be serious - he’s the one you’re fighting with the most. there’s nothing he loves more than to rile you up, knowing how fast your temper will crack. a self proclaimed expert at getting under your skin if he had to describe it. though he still enjoys seeing how harsh you can be with the general public, his favorite pastime will always be pissing you off. quite frankly, he tends to get jealous when you’re paying just a bit too much attention to others during your rampages. 

⁀➷ an amused smirk rests on kaiser’s face as he leisurely stands against the frame of your shared bedroom’s door. if he’s being honest, part of him isn’t even listening. you’re busy spitting out insults about his demeanor towards one of your friends and all he can think about is ripping the attitude out of you. not forever, of course. the enjoyment he gets from your outbursts is far too valuable. maybe just for a night or two so he can enjoy his docile puppy before you begin baring your teeth towards him once more. even now as you grow more irate, he’s walking over like he has all the time in the world - completely unbothered.

his fingers curl around your chin, paying no mind to the way you try to bite them off. instead, he’s cooing at you like you’re a harmless child. “hm? what’s got you all worked up, haschen? have i not been giving you enough attention?” his all-knowing tone infuriates you and you’re about to try and mutilate him until his hand slides down to your throat, squeezing just enough to know that he can and will rip the breath from your lungs. voice eerily low, he stares into your eyes with a piercing grin and unsettling smile, asking, “should i show you how i deal with feral animals?”

[definitelynotanalien]

♪⋆.✮ ‘cause you think you’re such a hard boy, baby

feat: Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami

tw: toxic men, gaslighting(?), breaking up, kunigami is low-key traumatised, reader is an ah

Your boyfriend is cold, colder than usual. You thought it would’ve changed after you officially got together, even announced it to the press, but he’s acting odd. 

He’s started to avoid you in private, he never texts you to tell you if he’s coming late, and he’s stopped trying to hang out with you. Whenever you suggest something to him he immediately turns it down, and he’s not showing you his phone anymore.

Something had changed. He’s become toxic.

Maybe you should’ve taken your mom’s advice and never dated him, or never even talked to him.

He’s rude to you in public, to the point where even your managers notice the disconnect. He acts as if he’s sooo hardcore, does it make him feel big inside? Especially when you try to break up with him and he starts to gaslight and guilt trip you into staying.

Whatever, let’s see how hard he actually is when you leave.

Michael Kaiser is distant, more so than usual. He’s stopped talking to you, even when other people are around. The only time he seems to pay attention to you is whenever you’re surrounded by the press.

But it’s been on and off, sometimes he’s the usual loving boyfriend you adore, sometimes he’s like this. And it’s not getting for the better, in fact everytime you see him lately something seems to set him off.

He’s avoiding you, and you don’t know why.

Yet even though you know that the problem stems from Michael, you can’t help but doubt your own validity in this scenario. 

Maybe you did something wrong, maybe you were too enthusiastic or you weren’t enthusiastic enough. Maybe he was still pissed at you for not attending one of his soccer matches a few months ago, even though he knew you had work and couldn’t take time off. At the same time you had apologised for the incident, and you thought he accepted it.

But, whatever. It doesn’t matter that much. It doesn’t matter that when you finally confront him about avoiding you, he only responds with a simple, snarky, “Are you crazy?”

You blink, wide eyed and heart pounding. “I’m not crazy, you’re avoiding me.”

Michael scoffs, tossing his long blond and blue rats tail across his shoulder and staring at you half heartedly. 

“Why would I be avoiding you?” He laughs it off, his tantalising blue eyes glimmer in the light of your apartment.

His statement sets you off.

“You are avoiding me! You never talk to me anymore! You ignore me so much in public, that even the press is noticing!” You begin to shriek.

The blond man simply stands in front of you, his hands casually in his pockets as if this is any random tuesday. He licks his fake white teeth as you ramble about how you know something is wrong, and he glances down at his nails.

“And, and, you won’t even tell me why when I ask you! You’re constantly going back and forth between liking me and hating me!” You explain. “It’s like I’m not even your girlfriend anymore!”

There is a pregnant pause.

He runs a hand through his hair, interrupting your swirling thoughts, “You’re fucking crazy.” 

A sudden uneasy quiet envelopes the room, and your hands begin to shake.

Of course he’s calling you crazy. Of course he isn’t truly answering your demands. Of course he’s doing this as he always does. 

But. Whatever. It doesn’t really matter. Why should it. Why should you have expected more from him. Whatever.

You sigh, and poke his chest, where his heart should be. There’s a heart shaped tattoo on his chest, but there’s nothing inside. Michael narrows his eyes, staring down at the point your finger connects to his skin.

“Don’t touch me.” He screams, slapping your hand off.

His previous uncaring and nonchalant mask seems to be ripped off, maybe you were really that repulsive to him.

You look up at him, your hand retracted, “We’re done.”

The world goes silent.

Too cool for love isn’t usually your type. But now you find yourself standing in front of Sae Itoshi, on the verge of tears.

“Do you love me too?” You ask.

It’s an absurd statement, Sae is your boyfriend, of course he should love you. The phrase shouldn’t have made him stop his movement completely, his eyes darting to the side almost guiltily.

You think you’ve caught him off guard, the two of you are in his apartment after a perfect match and he’s rather relaxed, why would he expect his girlfriend to say something as odd as you just did.  

He recovers, straightening his back and pulling out his apathetic persona, “Excuse me?” Sae asks.

Your heart pauses. You know he’s heard you, afterall he gave you a surprisingly large reaction for him, and you know that if he truly loved you he would have no reason to ask.

“I said, do you love me too?” Your voice cracks, stomach swirling. 

Perhaps it’s the calm atmosphere, or the way you’re barely holding in tears as you stare down at the ground, that allows him to tell you the truth. Tell you the truth for the first time in a while.

“No.” Sae turns, resuming his prior actions. “I don’t.”

That’s what causes the dam to break, and gallons of tears to flow down your face. 

Your throat is as scratchy as a record as you question, “You’re leading me on?”

He doesn’t make a noise.

“You asshole!” You erupt, walking up to him and demanding his attention. “I thought I mattered to you, I thought we meant something!” 

He sighs, admitting coldly “You didn’t. We didn’t.” 

“What! You- take that back!” You gesture wildly, pleading to some deity to change Sae’s mind. To convince you that this was all just one cruel joke, or some stupid dare. “Make me think that I didn’t waste my life on you.”

He continues to just stand there, so unbothered and uncaring even though you’re spilling tears and your heart is shaking at the spot.

“You wasted your life.” Sae comments.

His pinkish brown hair is down, with bangs that barely reach his forehead, let alone his eyes. You’re starting to vibrate, as stupid as that sounds, you thought you meant something to him. You thought he cared for you, that he loved you as whole heartedly as you loved him.

“Why are you acting like we were nothing!?”

He bites his lip.

“This is why my friends hate you. This is why your own brother hates you! You’re an emotionless freak!” You lash out, you move your hand to slap him and he grabs your arm midair. He couldn’t even let you have that one.

He stares at you, gaze unwavering.

“I’m done. Let’s break up.” 

He smiles, “Good.”

Rensuke Kunigami is the kindest, most loving guy in the entire world. He’s the type of guy who plants flowers, just to grow them into a beautiful bouquet for you. He’s the type of guy who learns complicated braids and hairstyles to use on you and your future kids. He’s the type of guy who loves wholeheartedly, and worships his beloved.

Rensuke is, simply put, a bleeding heart. And he is the penultimate love of your life, the one man that you always find yourself lingering on and loving. 

He’s the dead parent in films, who are filmed with the blurry nostalgic footage and who the remaining family look towards as a fond yet fading memory. He’s your guiding star, your best friend and most precious treasure in the entire universe.

And you thought he would always treasure you too, after all you’ve been through thick and thin together. You dated before he got accepted into Blue Lock, and stayed together throughout the program, you kept by him even when he returned from the wild card program and became different.

Something is off about Rensuke. Whenever you touch he flinches, even if it’s a simple brush of your fingers. He never smiles in photos, let alone in real life. It’s odd. This big, hunky man used to brighten up years with a mere flash of his grin, and now he can’t even think of it.

And whenever you try talking with him, he always brushes you off. He comes in with one excuse or another, and you find yourself growing more and more frustrated at this.

You thought he would get better after you became fully official, but he’s only gotten worse.

You take a deep breath in, before announcing “We’re breaking up.”

“I love you.” For a second you swear you can see your Rensuke come back, with the innocent flutter of his eyes as he blinks slowly at you. 

The words hit you like a bullet train. How could a monster like him love? Maybe you misheard him, maybe he was lying. Or maybe you were growing insane.

“What?”

He pauses, repeating himself. “I love you.” He says it with such sincerity, as if you are his last and only lifeline, and for a moment you falter.

“You can’t spring that onto me.” You take a step back, trying to escape the thralls of your past love with him. He wasn’t allowed to do this to you, to make you feel like this once more.

He states straight at you, taking a step towards you, “I’m not sorry.”

“Don’t. Don’t do this to me.” You plead, you couldn’t take this. You didn’t care if he somehow got better or not, you just cared that he treated you bad before.

He responds with mere silence.

“We’re- We’re still over. It’s not me, it’s you.” You argue, gesturing as you speak with a certain lost ferocity, as if your old feelings -old self- have reunited with the current you.

Rensuke pauses, before turning away and scoffing. He crosses his muscular arms.

You continue, “You’re different now. You’re not the Rensuke I used to know.” 

“That’s true.” He responds curtly.

“Yeah. So we’re done. Over. Broken up. Get out of my house.” You overexpose yourself.

He blinks, “It’s my apartment.” 

Look at him, suddenly so hardcore. Although you may have forgotten about the apartment, in your defence it was somewhat reasonable. It wasn’t like the pair of you hadn’t lived there together since forever.

“You’re right. I’ll go.” You turn, reluctant to leave past memories behind. Memories from before he turned like this, and after he changed into this.

“Have a nice life…” He says.

You sigh, “I will. I hope you do too.”

“I still love you.”

“I don’t.”

[kxsagi]

hellooo!! can i request rin itoshi oneshot. and like somebody wants him to sponsor calvin klein brief! ofc at first he doesn't want to do it but he had no other choice. and the reader (his gf) is the one who's gonna take pictures of him (who else). and if you're not uncomfortable with it add a scene where the reader stare at the bulge and he caught the reader staring. thank you, i love the way you write rin it's so *chef kiss*

“𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤)”

a/n: woah this request was spicy (also thank you so much!!!)

but rin itoshi in calvin kleins YESSS GAWDDD KANESHIRO PLSSSSSSS

(you were literally caught in 4K here… get it? lmao i’m so funny kxsagi pls stop)

(don't know art credits :((()

you’ve done this job a million times. professional photographer, high-end campaigns, editorial spreads, you’ve seen it all. bodies sculpted like statues, faces that belong in museums, models who strut in nothing but leather jackets and confidence. 

but none of that prepared you for your boyfriend, rin itoshi, stepping onto your set in only a pair of black calvin klein briefs. 

no shirt. no socks. no shame. 

just six feet of toned, impossibly built soccer star muscles and the most unreadable expression you’ve ever seen because he doesn't want to be here.  

he doesn't look nervous. doesn’t look flustered. just folds his arms across his chest as if he should be the one judging you. 

“ready?” he asks, voice flat, eyes already trained on the lens. 

you nod dumbly, forgetting to actually pick up your camera. 

“yeah,” you croak, though your brain is currently out of order. you watch the stark lighting catch along the lines of his abs, the dip of his hip bones, the taut stretch of the waistband hugging him so low on the hips it should be a crime. 

you've shot shirtless athletes before. but this? this is a whole war on your professionalism. 

rin shifts slightly, hands dropping to his sides. the briefs do not shift with modesty. they shift with intent. 

your eyes drop instinctively. and then freeze. 

oh. 

oh, that’s what we’re working with. 

your brain goes quiet. so does the set. 

you forget what aperture is. or how to breathe. 

“you’re staring,” rin says, flat as ever. 

you jolt like you’ve been caught stealing state secrets. 

“i-i’m not– i mean, yes, but, professionally.” 

he blinks. slowly. “… professionally staring at my dick?” 

“no! i mean– yes?! but not like that– okay, just– can you stop being built like a greek god for five seconds so i can do my job?!” 

he tilts his head. “not my fault you can’t focus.” 

his tone is calm, but you swear there’s something flickering in his eyes. amusement? smugness? danger? 

you finally lift the camera, trying not to scream into it. 

click. 

click. 

rin doesn’t pose dramatically, he doesn’t need to. his entire existence is a pose. strong arms at his sides, legs slightly apart, torso angled just enough to flex muscle and highlight the v-line carved by genetics and probably a billion crunches. 

and damn it all, he’s still looking directly at you, like he can hear your every sinful thought echoing between your ears. 

click. 

you get a few decent shots in. enough to prove you’re trying to be normal. 

but then rin stretches his arms behind his head, muscles tightening, abs rippling, briefs dipping just slightly lower with the motion… 

and your finger slips off the shutter. 

you just stop. cold. 

camera mid-air. jaw somewhere on the studio floor. 

“…” 

you blink at the screen. 

“you okay?” rin asks. 

you open your mouth. 

no sound comes out. 

you try again. 

“… you’re huge,” you blurt, before your brain throws the emergency brake. 

oh my gosh, you did not just say that. 

rin doesn’t even blink. 

“… so you’ve noticed.” 

you want to dropkick yourself into the sun. 

“i meant, like– your presence. very… commanding. intimidating. tall!” you laugh nervously, sweating bullets. “definitely not referring to the… uh… yeah. okay.” 

he steps toward you slowly, one bare foot after the other, like a lion who knows the prey isn’t getting away. 

you don’t move. can’t move. 

he stops right in front of you, close enough to smell like clean skin and cedarwood, close enough that the only thing between you and disaster is a camera you suddenly forgot how to use. 

“camera,” he says calmly, nodding toward it. “you gonna use it, or keep drooling?” 

you fumble it upright with trembling hands. “right. yes. using. working. definitely not drooling.” 

he hums low in his throat and steps back again, turning toward the light, letting the shadows frame his sharp jaw and collarbone like a sculpture. 

you finally take a picture that isn’t blurry. 

barely. 

halfway through the shoot, someone offers him a leather jacket as a prop. he shrugs it on, still shirtless, still in briefs, and you swear calvin klein’s stock price just shot up 20%. 

“we’ve got it,” you mumble after a while, cheeks sore from holding in expressions you can’t show on a professional set. “we’re good.” 

rin doesn’t move right away. he just looks at you, again. quiet, calculating. 

“you’re not used to being flustered on set,” he says. 

you freeze. “… excuse me?” 

“you’re good at your job. confident. clear direction.” he shrugs. “but you couldn’t even hold your camera straight today.” 

you want to melt into the floor. 

“i… look, to be fair, you showed up in underwear and ruined my life.” 

he does smirk then. just a tiny twitch of the lips. 

“so next time,” he says, turning as a staff member brings him a robe, “i’ll show up in jeans. wouldn’t want to distract you.” 

“next time?” you blink. 

he pauses. glances at you over his shoulder. “if there is one.” 

and with that, he disappears behind the curtain. 

you stand there, camera in your hand, heart in your throat, and morals in absolute shambles. 

rin itoshi might be a menace. 

but oh my, you hope there is a next time. 

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