#As for why ichi's skin looks like THAT

[theartisticdoofus]

Lazy manga coloring! The reflection in the world hater's eyes is inspired by @sasha042 's coloring. Plus, some other iterations...

[todayisafridaynight]

THIS IS GONNA SOUND SO MEAN BUT WHY DO U LIKE RYO AOKI/MASATO

masato hot

[itoshiexx]

when you're mad and use their full name

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you're mad and use their full name

pairings: isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro and itoshi sae x gn!reader (separate) | warnings: little arguments, angst if u squint, reader is kinda hot headed? lol, mostly fluff and the boys wanting to be in your good graces.

notes: did i kick depression in the ass to finish this? not really. but it worked, and here i am! this is my nagi seishiro debut omgggg hopefully i did him justice and he's not too ooc. also new design for the scenarios to match my theme. enjoy, lovelies! let me know if you'd like especific scenarios and send me an ask :)

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ISAGI YOICHI

yoichi hoped he would die. 

really. 

it’s the least he deserved for making you angry — even more so because he didn’t know what made you angry in the first place. he spent the last fifteen minutes excavating his mind to try and remember what could have ticked you off so much that you don’t even wanna look at him.

he hates it. isagi needs your eyes on him, needs to hear your voice and touch your skin. and with the way you’re so silent and distant, he might be just like a man in the desert without water.

“baby,” he looked at you on the other end of the couch, intently watching the tv show in front of you.  just a glimpse would make him breathe again. just a nod would ease his nerves. hell, he would even take a glare, as long as you were looking at him.

but he got nothing. zero. nada.

“baby, please,” he tried again. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you mad.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, but still didn’t spare him a glance. he sighed.

“i’ll never do it agai—”

“do you even know why you’re apologizing, isagi yoichi?!” you asked, exasperated. your boyfriend froze on the spot when hearing his full name, because of course he didn’t. 

as far as he knew, you were having a great day together. he bought you breakfast from your favorite bakery, you made a delicious lunch and then you two went out shopping. he even gifted you with a beautiful necklace after an enthusiastic shop employee offered to show him some pieces—

oh.

“you got jealous of the saleswoman?”

“blah blah you got jealous of the saleswoman? heck yeah I did!” you impersonated him with a high pitched, sarcastic voice that showed just how mad you were. “she was all over you, yoichi, and you didn’t do anything!” 

he swallowed thickly, daring to approach you on the couch. he hugged your frame, despite the crossed arms in front of your chest making it a little hard.

“i’m sorry, darling. i didn’t even notice she was being inappropriate because you’re the only one i pay attention to. and i always figured people would never dare be so bold if you’re by my side and we’re clearly together.”

his sweet words coated you, making you glance away, knowing that looking at his puppy eyes would end you for good. 

“you should have done something anyway.”

“i know. i totally should, and i’m sorry i didn’t. i never meant to make you feel bad or let people disrespect you.” he rested his chin on your shoulder, breath shuddering right on your ear.

the sincerity in his voice was enough to chip away your anger, and you visibly relaxed in his embrace. yoichi held a breath of relief, knowing he still had to be careful.

“i’m sorry, baby. it won’t happen again. forgive me, please?” he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek, and god, how could you keep being mad like that?

damn isagi yoichi and his genuine blue eyes.

you uncrossed your arms, embracing his instead, and finally looked at him with love again.

“fine. but just because you’re so charming, ‘ichi.”

he chuckled. “you’re the charming one. i’m totally under your spell, darling.”

and when your lips met, yoichi hoped to keep living just to have more of you.

NAGI SEISHIRO

people would often ask him if his detached, nonchalant persona ever got in his way through his life. seishiro would always say no, because everything and everyone he did care about understood his lazy way and inability to do… pretty much everything.

that didn’t mean he never made the effort, though. as much as nagi liked to live like a sloth and just go on with his life playing video games, there were still things in his life that were worth it. like football. his friends. and you, of course. 

ever since you met, seishiro discovered that being with you wasn’t a bother. and after he fell in love and you became a couple, he found himself eager to indulge you, even if it meant going out of his way. his friends congratulated him and expressed genuine happiness to see how much he improved, and that, along with your beautiful smile, filled his heart with joy. 

however, no matter how much he tried, he was still…

“nagi seishiro.” 

a shiver ran down his spine with the sound of your voice, and not the good kind. he had never heard you sound so stern, so angry, so… disappointed, even. enough to leave a sour taste in his mouth. so much so he immediately lifted his eyes from his console, only to find your harsh gaze.

“ehh? wha’ did i do, angel? don’t say my name like that,” he pouted, crawling towards your body splayed on the bed. 

even when you tried to fight his embrace, nagi took advantage of his large frame to engulf you and lay his head on your chest, so you wouldn’t walk away in case you got any angrier.

“babeeeee,” he whined, hugging you tighter.

“let go of me,” you said, and he just shook his head. “you deserve it. you weren’t even listening to what i was saying, were you?”

what a hassle. he really wasn’t listening, but… well, he got way too focused on beating the last boss. could you really blame him? 

he heard you scoff. “oh, my bad, i should have known it was the last boss. it’s more important than me anyway, right, nagi?”

fuck. fuck. fuck. did he say that out loud? he sounded like a dick. you had every right to be mad and call him by his full or last name. 

nagi lifted his head from your chest to look at you, feeling his throat tighten with the sight of your teary eyes. guilt gnawed at his chest when seeing how upset and frustrated you were. 

“eh, ’m sorry, pretty thing. i got too caught up ‘n didn’t notice you were talking t’me.”

“am i that invisible to you?” a tear almost rolled down your cheek. seishiro shook his head, a little more exasperated than usual. 

“huh? ’f course not, angel. y’re never invisible. all i see is you. y’re the most important to me,” he held eye contact, and even though you wanted to tear your gaze away, seishiro’s eyes were more magnetizing than ever, even if your view was a little blurry.

you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the type to lie, since he always claimed it was a hassle. you knew you were important to him, but his lack of consideration still hurt. 

“i’ll apologize as many times as you wish. ‘m sorry for not listening and making you feel bad. i never wan’ you to feel bad, pretty thing.” 

nagi used his strength to roll around and switch your positions, in a way you were on top of him instead. he started caressing your hair in a soothing motion, making your eyelashes flutter. “y’can talk as much as you want. i promise i’ll listen t’you.”

your eyes welled with tears for a different reason, and you hugged the striker as hard as you could. even if he faltered, seishiro never failed to make up to you and make you feel loved.

“promise, sei?”

“promise.”

ITOSHI SAE

although sae wasn’t exactly smart in the emotions field, he always knew when you weren’t happy with something. you scowled, huffed and rolled your eyes, keeping an eerie silence that was only broken when absolutely necessary. 

at that moment, he was sure you weren’t happy with him.

you both kept to yourselves while still at the event, masquerading any problems for the cameras. sae had a hand at the small of your back and he could feel how stiff you were. the midfielder wouldn't admit that seeing you so uncomfortable around him made his heart pang.

at the limo, the path to your shared penthouse was quiet, and you brushed him off when he tried to hold your hand. sae could only stare at his window with furrowed brows, itching to dissipate this awkward atmosphere. he never liked when you were mad, especially at him.

he expected some sort of explosion when you got to your apartment, but you kept your glaze off him, trying to walk to the bedroom for your night routine without even sparing him a word. 

nuh-uh. that wouldn’t do. 

he held your wrist before you could go, and lightly pulled you so that you were facing him. your eyes widened with the sudden movement, but narrowed as soon as landed on his face. 

“why are you mad?”

you scoffed. the audacity of this man. 

“you know exactly why i’m mad, itoshi sae.”

shit, the government name? you were really fucking angry.

“i wouldn’t be asking if i knew,” he answered, immediately regretting it when you glared at him, as if saying that wasn’t the right answer. “i-i mean… i didn’t realize what was wrong, amor.”

you walked closer to your boyfriend, making him release your wrist. despite his typical stoic face, sae was clinging to your every word.

“itoshi sae, you can not talk to your little brother like that!” you nearly growled on his face, surprising him. “you were very rude and condescending, and that’s no way to speak to rin!”

he frowned. you were mad because of rin? the little green monster inside of him threatened to grow, but he forced him to stay put. sae didn’t want to anger you further, so he simply let his hands slither to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“i don’t think i was rud—” you lifted one eyebrow, and he rolled his eyes. “fine. i might have been kinda harsh.”

“and?” you crossed your arms.

he sighed. “i will apologize.”

“i’m serious about this, itoshi sae. i will ask rin—”

“i’ll tell him i’m sorry, okay? no need to keep talking about rin.” he interrupted, palms traveling to your ass while he nosed your neck. he planted a small kiss under your ear, huffing a minty breath that made you shudder. sae smirked. “and no need to keep calling me by full name, either. what happened to ‘cariño’?”

you held onto his biceps for some grounding, but still didn’t budge. 

“you weren’t very sweet today, so it’s not fitting.” 

he pouted while hiding in your neck, taking full advantage that you couldn’t see him, but was quick to withdraw to face you once again, touching your noses. one of his hands cradled your jaw, and you sighed with the pathetic effect your boyfriend had on you. 

“perdóname, amor?” he whispered against your lips, eyes sincere like you knew he could be. your poor little heart could never resist him when he was like this, rarely vulnerable and eager for you.

you gave a long exhale, arms moving to tangle around his neck. and folded.

“as long as you make it right, mi cariño.”

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[wakasaswifee]

write pls an one shot where isagi wins a match and reader suck him in the locker room

Winner's prize | Isagi yoichi | 18+

✎...In where your boyfriend Isagi Yoichi wins a game and can't help but want a little bit of... appreciation from you. ✎...Isagi yoichi x reader | blue lock ✎...Tags/TWS: Explicit content,All characters aged up, oral ✎...WC:1.3k ✎...A/N: I'm so sorry to anon, this was sitting in my inbox for over a month, I had exams so I was busy with that and had no time to write other than a few short stories here and there. hope you like it!

Isagi yoichi knew he’d win. He felt it, he knew the winning goal would go to his team and he’d be the one scoring it; and what more, his sweet, precious girlfriend came all the way from home to support him, screaming his name. So he had no choice but to win, he couldn’t disappoint his girl. 

°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °

The game had ended, after a few interviews here and there; you ran up to yoichi, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss. The salty smell of sweat mixed with his cologne invaded your nose, which you don’t know why but you loved it. 

“Ahh, doll, ‘m sweaty, don’t cling” he chuckled playfully. A blush crept up your face as the flashes of the camera’s went off. 

Isagi couldn’t help but laugh at your expression, kissing your cheek.

“It’s okay. Ignore them.” 

Running his calloused hand through his soft hair, keeping a protective arm around your waist. 

“Let’s go, y/n. Let me shower and change and i’ll come and we’ll eat out to celebrate, yeah? Sound good?” 

You grinned, nodding up at him. 

You were confused as he started walking off the field, pulling you along with him.

“Yoichi?” 

“Doll, ‘m not gonna leave you out here all alone, wait outside the change room, it’ll make it easier to make sure no one tries anything” 

He wasn’t trying to be an asshole but due to previous incidents, he liked keeping you close to him, to make sure no crazy fan attacks you when he isn’t present. 

You looked up at him, he looked.. Ethereal, especially after his games. Sweat glistened on his face and neck. His hair damp and pushed back, a few loose strands hanging over his face. If one were to define perfection, they’d see a picture of isagi’s side profile- no scratch that, they’d see a picture of isagi’s face beside it. 

“I’ll be out in 10 minutes, wait here, okay?” He kissed you softly. 

You sat on the wooden bench outside the change rooms. Pulling out your phone to watch edits of your otherworldly boyfriend.

°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °

You were confused, again. It’d been over 25 minutes, at first you thought maybe he was talking with his teammates or maybe taking a minute or 2 for himself but after you saw his teammates leave one after another, till the change rooms were empty, you were left puzzled. 

Slightly pushing the door open, just a peek to see inside. It was empty. You carefully opened the door and stepped inside as if there’s a landmine in the area. 

The door clicked behind you; looking around, the room was empty. 

You took slow, careful steps, till the faint noise of water running and.. skin slapping? 

You made your way towards the sound, turning the corner to find isagi's back facing you, water dripped down his sculpted back and shoulders.

His hand was clenched into a fist against the wall, veins straining beneath his skin, while his other hand moved at an even pace between his thighs. 

Your breath caught in your throat making your mouth go dry, heat rushing to your core. 

“‘Ichi..?” the soft hush of your voice snapped Yoichi out of his trance. Turning his head to find his poor confused girlfriend standing by the entrance of the shower. 

“Ah.. fuck, doll.. M’ sorry, i totally fo-”

“Why are you.. Doing.. That?” 

He sighed, letting go of his needy cock to turn off the shower. He neared you, the light taps of his footsteps against the wet tiles echoed. You took a few steps back, an unknown feeling of excitement coursed through your body. You’d never seen isagi like this. Such a chilling look plastered on his face. Did you say something you shouldn’t have? 

He closed the distance between the both of you. Subconsciously you tilted your head to look him eye to eye. 

“‘Is cause of you, doll.. You don’t know what you do to me.” he placed a hand on your shoulder, the cold water sending chills down your spine. His hair falling over his eyes, drops of water falling from them, hitting his abs. Something burned inside of you and you wanted to chase it. 

“And.. since you started this.. It’s quite convenient you came in here because now you can finish what you started and I also deserve a reward for winning the game for you, don’t i? ” The cruel grin you knew all too well made an appearance and before you knew it, your knees hit the ground making you wince. Looking up to see isagi’s fat, leaking cock hanging in your face like a taunting bait. 

I mean.. He’s right, isn’t he? He won the game for his sweet little girlfriend, so he should get something in return from you, right?

You looked up at him through your lashes before sticking out your tongue, licking the underside of his cock as precum dripped down it and landed on your tongue. Yoichi hissed at the pleasure of something other than his hand coming in contact with his cock. 

He put his hand through your hair, tugging at the back of it. 

“C’mon, no teasing, baby” he whined as if he didn't have the upperhand and could choke you with his cock whenever he wanted.

You rolled your eyes, licking the tip. Keeping your tongue out as you took him in, hollowing out your cheeks. Every inch you took in was another groan out of isagi, till it hit the back of your throat, making you gag, earning a loud moan out of your bf. Warm tears pricked your eyes - in contrast to his cold skin - isagi tried calming you down with sweet words. 

“Oh, baby, look at you, you’re doing so well. My cock is balls deep down your throat. I'm so proud of you, yeah? Show me how good you are by actually sucking it. You’re doing so so good, doll” 

He coos, a familiar gentleness lacing his tone. 

You slowly pulled back and went back down. His balls touching your chin. Slowly picking up the pace, the faster you bobbed your head on his veiny shaft, the more verbal he got. His hands tugging at the very roots of your hair. 

Every time you were about to pull away due to the lack of oxygen, he would push your head back down, harsher than the last. Tears rolled down your face and dripped down onto your thighs. 

The slick mess in your lace panties distracted you from the task at hand. You squirmed feeling discomfort but not being able to go anywhere else but his cock. 

The constant abuse to the roof of your mouth and the back of your throat persisted,  as isagi used your pretty mouth as a fleshlight. Your jaw going numb and precum coated your lips, keeping them soft enough to glide across his length. 

At some point, you stopped doing the work, only holding onto his thighs, letting him play with you. Using your hair to control your movements. Every once in a while when you look up, you’d see him throwing his head back, groaning and grunting your name or smirking at your pathetic expression. 

It wasn’t long before he came, holding your head down so you had no choice but to get a mouthful of his cum. The mixture of saliva and cum dripped down your chin. 

“Swallow, baby” isagi’s breathy voice reached you, swallowing up the salty white liquid. When isagi felt your throat clench around his tip, he finally pulled out, letting you gasp in the air you desperately needed. 

“Sorry sweetheart.. I might’ve kinda gotten carried away..”

“Kinda?” you grumbled in a hoarse voice, getting a laugh out of isagi, he pulled you up to your feet, 

“Forgive me?” he mumbled against your ear, wrapping his arms around your body. 

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[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ call her daddy, ichigo kurosaki (nsfw)

inexperienced ichigo has a time with his slutty girlfriend.

thinking about giving flustered!ichigo head like. you both were sophomores in college but known each other since elementary. first grade was the year ichigo learned he had a crush on you, and for the past twelve years, it’s been hard for him to keep quiet about it.

the thing was, you were polar opposite to him. ichigo was such a…boy. he blushed fire red at the sight of any female skin showing, he screamed at any touch of you holding his hand, and he acted a fool the moment he saw you naked. you two have only been dating for a while, the poor boy finally manning up and asking you out denior year of high school.

you on the other hand, you were a girl’s girl. all you ever wore were multiple shades of pink and purple, lip gloss, always had your hair and nails done, and you were expressive in how you felt in every moment. you were the fire to ichigo’s already hot personality, and for some reason you two were like peas in a love pod.

almost three years of dating, ichigo still was nervous around you. and you couldn’t help but admit how much you loved watching him get flustered at the sight of you naked and on your knees.

“‘m i making you feel good daddy?” your voice is sweet as sultry as you lick up the young boy’s blush pink cock.

ichigo can’t even process anything going on in his head at the moment. he still didn’t know how to react whenever you called him daddy. in fact, he was sure you were the dominant one in the relationship and deserved to call you mommy (he’d actually been wanting to call you that for the past 6 months but was terrified of how you’d react).

sex was such an easy conversation for you to have. of course, you were more experienced than he was, having taken his virginity and all. you could talk about your previous sex session the night before over some pancakes and waffles for breakfast like it was the sunday news from the day before. you couldn’t help but explain to him many times why you called him that intimate name.

“me calling you daddy has nothing to do with your dominance, ichi,” you laughed with a kiss of your teeth, “i call you daddy because it’s a security thing for me. sure you’re not big and macho right now, but you make me feel safe and secure. and your dick is big so why would i not call you daddy? ichigo, boy please!”

you loved teasing your man. something about seeing the red head all flustered in your hands was all you needed to feel something between your own legs. nights like this by kehlani is playing on your speaker lowly as you take your time on ichigo. the cherry red gloss plastered on your lips disappeared long time ago and is smeared all over ichigo’s rock hard length as you continue sucking him dry.

ichigo is sat manspreading on your bed, gripping onto your pink duvet for dear life. your sanrio duck nails look so pretty against his dick leaking pure cum.

“fuck, baby,” the strawberry blonde boy breathes out. he’s not sure how long he’ll be able to last. ichigo hated when he cums fast, it makes him feel so adjuvant compared to you. he hated how you did most of the work sometimes. all he wanted was for you to feel good. but little did he know, you pleasuring him was enough to pleasure yourself.

you snake one hand down between your legs and rub your clothed clit through the extremely thin fabric of your lace panties. ichigo’s large hand is snaked across your back and rubbing at the fat of your ass in comfort as you suck on the slit of his tip, driving him over the edge.

“mhm, you like that baby?” ichigo can’t help but nod as you release up off him and lick your full lips. still pumping his oozing length up and down, you reach up to kiss him, all while working his lower half.

ichigo is a moaning mess against you as his lips sloppily engulf your own. “s-shit,” he whimpers. “oh fuck, please baby. ‘m boutta cum.”

“yeah?” you tease with a fresh smirk. “you wanna cum for me? mommy’s got you, baby.” you could see ichigo’s usually honey brown eyes completely widen at the new nickname for yourself. talk about fantasies coming alive.

with screwed eyes shut, ichigo is bucking his hip into your grip. wrestling with pleasure and reality as he fights off his incoming orgasm. sensing his retaliation, you speed up the pace of your hands.

“don’t you fucking hold back on me, ichigo,” you glare at him, jerking his reddening tip faster. you run your manicured fingers across the slit of his tip and give him a stern look, demanding his much deserved orgasm. “you fucking cum right now. cum right now, ichi.” you knew how ichigo got when he didn’t believe in himself, even when it came to sex.

the poor boy is breathing hard and intensely as he grabs onto your free hand and shoves his head in the crook of your neck. finally, he feels his orgasm releasing against your half naked body. “there you go baby,” your voice is softening as the creamy base spurting all over the place in a big mess from his chest to your nipples. “watch me, daddy.”

ichigo fights one eye open to look down at you. there, you hold your tongue out wide as you finish jerking him off, allowing the last of his warm cum to coat your mouth. you use that as lubricant to suck him off just one more time, deciding to overstimulate him a bit.

this riund of head is ten times more messy. with a mix of your saliva and ichigo’s cum practically oozing out your mouth, the only audio heard in your room is the nasty gargling sounds of you gagging on his fat cock, deepthroting the poor thing till you felt his angry head prodding at the back of your throat.

“oh, shit!”

this sends ichigo overboard as he grips onto the duvet beside him and completely bucks up into you, reaching deeper into your throat. he helps you hold your braids out the way as you stay against him for a few seconds, completely blocking your airways as you dared yourself to deepthroat him for as long as you could.

“i’m gonna cum again—fuck!” ichigo screams as he mindlessly pushes your head back down further against him. you could see the reluctance he had in his actions once he realized exactly what he’d done and was about to pull you back up, but you grab his hand and place it back on your head, forcing him to push you back down.

“i got you daddy, make a mess of me, papa.” your voice is sweet and seductive as you kiss all along his tip. you place the mushroom head of his cock back in your mouth and slowly begin cleaning up your own mess. once you were done, you came back up and proudly kissed him, allowing him to suck all his cum off the base of your tongue.

it was so easy to get him nasty like this.

[rikiflowers]

sleep next to me

Ichigo is anxious he'll lose you, but you never intend to leave.

words: 2413

porn with feelings, just pure smut and fluff <3

2:56 am

You are torn from your half-sleep by heartbreaking screams. Like a mantra, his sounds echo through the room as he rummages back and forth next to you. You turn slightly, feel for the switch of the bedside lamp to fill the room with dim light. His features are distorted with pain as he keeps calling out to you.

"Ichigo..." Like an automated action, you try to wake him up carefully, stroking his sweaty forehead. "Ichigo, wake up...", you say more insistently, wanting him out of his nightmare which follows him nearly every night. He gasps loudly, when you succeed waking him up.  His eyes open and look for you. "I'm here..." you murmur softly, reaching for him to pull him into your arms. Out of breath, he literally drops against your body, clawing at your back to make sure it's really you he's holding so tightly in his arms.

Reassuringly, you stroke his bare shoulders, trace your trail to his hair to gently play with the orange tips. You feel his heartbeat slowly calming down. "The same dream again?"

His humming is answer enough. Again and again the same dream in which you almost died. It was reality, but that is in the past. This memory haunts him again and again in his dreams. And this, despite the fact that you are alive next to him. "I'm here, Ichigo... I'm not going away," you whisper against his head of hair, kissing it gently. You feel the slight pressure of his hand on your waist. Your arms are still holding him against you, while the only sounds are Ichigo's soft breathing and the rustling of the duvet.

The orange-haired one sucks in your smell audibly. "Why do you always have to smell so good?" You grin as the shivers down your spine don't go unnoticed as his breath travels over the skin of your cleavage. "When you take a shower, you smell good..."

"I'm not talking about your shower gel... I mean your own smell," he whispers, brushing his nose against your neck. The skin tingled under this touch, which leads to stretching your neck towards him. Butterfly kisses mark your sensitive skin and you can't help but moan stifled. Ichigo takes this as an opportunity to run his tongue over your carotid artery.

"Ichigo..." you mumble his name into the silence of the night, while the pressure of his hand tightens on your waist. Run your fingers over his defined back before clawing your hand at the back of his neck. You literally crave to feel his body against yours. It's been a while since you and Ichigo have been intimate, as your Soul Reaper duties take up a lot of your time. There is hardly much time for tenderness. That's why you enjoy moments like this all the more. His lips make their way down your neck, covering your skin with butterfly kisses that make you shudder. "Ichigo... stop teasing...", you grumble, feeling exactly how he grins crookedly against your heated skin. "Don't be so impatient..."

"Difficult when the body of the most beautiful man presses against mine. I'm just a woman...", you reply in a sarcastic tone, but receive a juicy flick against the forehead. "You idiot...", he laughs deeply, kisses the spot he has just maltreated with his finger. We haven't had it for weeks. A woman has needs Ichi- Fuck!"

He interrupted your joking ramble by running his fingers over your pussy, which is still covered by your panties. "You wanted to say something?" You want to knock the crooked grin off his face. Very slowly it runs over your pussy, and rubs over the wet spot, which clearly shows how heated you already are. "I don't hear you anymore? What do you want me to do?" To make matters worse, he presses deeper, now rubs over your clitoris. You want his finger under your panties. Gasps escape your lips as he draws circles. "Fuck, Ichigo... Please," you plead, not saying exactly what you want.

"You have to be more precise, baby..." he whispers against your lips, his breath brushing your half-open lips. You want to kiss him, but at the last moment, he pulls his head away, driving you to the brink of madness. "You love to tease me...", you only growl, getting another flick, but this time against your pussy. The slight pain makes your legs clench in pleasure, if it weren't for Ichigo's other hand pushing your leg away. "I love making you scream even more when you come because of me..."

"So..." he adds. "What can I do for you, baby?"

"Your mouth... on my pussy...", you admit meekly, looking him in the eyes a little embarrassed. “... Please..."

"Nothing better than that," he answers you and reaches for your blanket, pulling it off your body to get better access. "Why do you have to wear so much..." he grumbles as he pulls your shorts. You can also ask me nicely if I should take my clothes off...", you reply ironically and lift your butt slightly so that he can finally pull down the annoying piece of cloth for you.  Of course, he has also grabbed your panties and you suck in the air when the cold air hits your wetness. Ichigo's gaze immediately wanders to your pussy, which shines through the dim warm light due to your wetness. He licks his lips and you feel your walls cramping together with pleasure. Ichigo has seen you like this many times; more times than you could ever count, but every single time it feels more special than any other time. Ichigo's eyes shine with the same hunger and desire as at the beginning of your relationship. Your initial fear that you might get tired of him quickly vanished into thin air. He was just as infatuated with you as you were with him. You could never imagine anyone else at your side than the orange-haired man whose warm brown eyes look at you as if you were the most precious thing he could ever touch.

"You are beautiful... Often I just can't believe that you fall asleep with me and wake up next to me in the morning..."

"Ichigo..." you whimper as his fingers stroke your crease, collecting your wetness before burying a finger in you. You gasp as he curls his finger inside you and hits the exact spongy spot that will bring you to orgasm.  He looks down at you with lust-veiled eyes, literally soaks up your sight, enjoys how you writhe under him. His other finger briefly strokes your clitoris, which makes you cringe. Far too quickly, he pulls his fingers out of you just to put them in his mouth and lick your juices off his fingers.  He doesn't let you out of his sight. He wants you to see it; wants you too see how good you taste and how much he likes it. Ichigo slides back a little, creating the space he needs to sit between your legs. With a racing heart, you watch as your legs push further apart and his lips first spread tender kisses on the inner surfaces of your thighs before he turns to your pussy. You shudder as his breath meets your wetness. Finally, his tongue hits where you need him most. Immediately your hand reaches into his hair, looking for support.

 Ichigo buzzes against your pussy as you pull his hair, started licking and slurping harder, which shows you how much he loves to lick you. "Ichigo... Oh God... Please...", you mumble loose words to cope with the sensations that build up in you far too quickly. To make matters worse, his nose rubs against your clitoris. Your body unconsciously wants to squeeze your legs together, but Ichigo's hard grip stops you. "Ichigo... I'm close…“, you whimper desperately. The orange-haired man keeps up the pace and wants you to finish first. With his name on his lips, orgasm breaks over you like a wave. Ichigo's tongue continues to patch over the bundle of nerves as he keeps your hips down. You slump as your pussy pulsates. Ichigo sits up again, his free hand now on your cheek, before he strokes the skin. Your cheeks are heated, probably red like a tomato again. You see your remains on his lips and pull him down to you. Your tongue licks over his lower lip and tastes your juice. Ichigo moans into the kiss. Fingers drive into his neck, press him towards you, while you reach into his boxer shorts with your free hand and take out his cock, which pulsates against his lower abdomen. "Fuck..." he murmurs against your lips. Tongues meet. Your hand clasps his shaft, pumping him. His features distort as he concentrates entirely on the feel of your hand.

"Baby..."  Ichigo whispers, pushing your hand away. I want to come in you..." He looks at you with those big eyes that you just couldn't refuse. So how could you say no to that? "My body is yours..." you reply, which makes him grumble. You're driving me crazy..."

"On your stomach and ass up," he orders gently, waiting for you to comply. With trembling legs, you turn around. You would have been incredibly embarrassed by the position in the past, but now you almost don't seem to care. You want to give him what he wants. You can see how Ichigo finally undresses and now sits down on his knees behind you, the mattress sinking slightly. The orange-haired man bends down slightly to you, kisses your back before he spreads tender kisses on your butt before he grabs your flesh hard and you gasp in surprise. It pushes you down your shoulders slightly. "Make yourself comfortable, baby... further down, but your ass up." You do what he says, your face lies in the soft pillows. Teasingly, he rubs his dick against your leaking pussy before sinking into you with a fluid movement. "Fuck... you're so wet and it's just for me," you hear Ichigo behind you, starting to move at a hard pace. His hip literally smashes against you, throwing your head further into the pillows that swallow your moans. "You take me so well, baby... Fuck, if you could see yourself... He showers you with compliments that go straight down to your pussy, making your walls pulsate around his dick. "I won't last long... can you do it again?" he gasps breathlessly and you lift your head, look over your shoulder. You nod weakly, your whining gives him confirmation. "Do you want it harder? Shall I thrust deeper into you?" Again you nod. Ichigo grabs your hair, pulling you slightly towards him. Now your back is pressed against his upper body. His hand finds your neck, holding you in that position. "Use your words. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Ichigo... deeper... please..." , comes pathetically over your lips. The sensations are too much for you. Ichigo pulls out of you almost completely, only to push deeper into you and take away your self-control for good. You bubble out some incoherent sentences as Ichigo's fangs wander back to your clitoris and tirelessly maltreat the bundle of nerves. "Come for me...", he breathes into your ear, grabbing your neck harder. You groan, choking a little. God, he knew exactly what you liked and what buttons he had to press on your body. His other hand lets go of your neck, now grabs your one breast as he circles around your clitoris. So he has you now. Your second climax breaks the intensity of the first. At this very moment, Ichigo spurts his seed into you, drawing your walls with it. His growl echoes in your ears as he lets go of your overstimulated clitoris. Ichigo's hand turns your head slightly, occupying your lips for a passionate kiss. Your breath mixes with each other, while Ichigo still lingers with you. He kisses your cheek, your neck and finally he draws a trail along your shoulder before slowly pulling himself out of you. He gets up immediately to get you some cloths. You lie down so that everything doesn't run out. You gratefully want to accept the scarves, but Ichigo waves it off. "Let me do it..." he just says and you sit up slightly so that he can catch the rest that runs out of you. He gently brushes away his remains. Before he takes another one for himself. You look at each other silently. A loving smile appears on your lips. He reciprocates it. "I love you"

“... and I you..."

The orange-haired man lies down next to you again, pulls you towards him so that your head is in the crook of his neck. "I don't even want to know what time it is right now," you murmur exhausted. "Neither do I..." he whispers back, gently strokes your back. Sorry that I took you by surprise earlier..."

"You didn't take me by surprise. I don't care how you need distraction. Be it that I just hold you, listen to you or that you fuck me," you grin against the sensitive skin of his neck. He laughs roughly, breathes a kiss on your head of hair while you just lie together and enjoy each other's presence. "I know it's all over and that I don't have to worry. But the fear doesn't go away... I don't want to have to wake you up every time."

"I'd rather let you wake me up than not be able to fall asleep next to you, Ichigo Kurosaki" Your lips run over his pulsating carotid artery. The orange-haired man's hands run over your back before he presses you closer to him. "Someday I'll marry you"

"Don't take too much time my dear...", you answer playfully threateningly, which made him snort darkly giggling. The thought of becoming his wife makes your heart beat faster. "I won't miss out seeing you in a wedding dress."

„… but please not when I'm already old and gray," you growl, because you would trust Ichigo to ask yourself only at 60. "Even as a grandma, you will continue to look beautiful."

"You're a slob," you reply. "But I love you for that, too."  Ichigo returns your declaration of love before it slowly becomes quiet between you. The exhaustion in your bodies is making itself felt. Your eyes fall shut while you still feel Ichigo's fingertips over your forehead before you fall into a dreamless sleep.

[dreamsfulblues]

I need to get this out somewhere so here is another headcanon post

I know it would be better to include pictures/drawings but I feel like I would draw it completely wrong (and I feel kinda lazy rn not gonna lie)

HEADCANON ON THE BODIES OF THE SEXTUPLETS:

Osomatsu:

-not fat but he got a rather big beer belly (that beer is doing you no favors Trashmatsu)

-thanks to it there are light stretch marks (only on his belly)

-you know what I know I said he isn’t really chubby but he got chubby arms (but it makes it look like he lifts weights)

-soft cheeks that always have a light pink flush (is it natural or from the drinking? No one knows)

Karamatsu:

-slightly chubby but his upper body and abs are a bit toned (but his arms and chest are the most visible)

-I like to believe he does work out to look hot (in his eyes) and well he also got the muscles because he’s such a people pleaser he would even climb literal mountains. And have you seen how he easily could carry a guitar AND Osomatsu at the same time?

-also yes I imagine that he (and Todomatsu) have the plumpest asses

-he has some scars from all the times when he was really clumsy and fell down or the bullying from his bros or like said his people pleaser tendencies and other “accidents”

-I love the idea that he uses lip balm (so he has the softest lips out of the six) And maaaaybe uses some makeup too at times? I can see him trying to hide the scars he got from his acne

-oh and he puts much attention on his eyebrows so that they always look well trimmed

Choromatsu:

-a popular headcanon is that he’s really thin (which I can see) but I think, since his whole stick is that he’s boring and not much outstanding, that he has the average body of a man. Like not thin but also not chubby. Just right in between

-flattest ass

-idk what else to add he’s just average (is that too much Totty energy I’m giving?)

Ichimatsu:

-I join the headcanon that he’s the chubbiest

-and while he is outside pretty much the whole day I think he’s pale and has dark eyebags

-and I know that they all don’t grow body hair ((since from what I heard in Japan if you don’t have body hair you are considered a child (which fits with their man-child asses) But take it with a grain of salt)) but if they could I think Ichi would have messy looking facial hair and on his chest

-due to his softness his stretch marks are more visible than compared to Osomatsu’s. And not only does he have them on his belly but also his upper arms and inner thighs

Jyushimatsu:

-the most fit

-that massive baseball hobby of his does wonders to his body

-MUSCLE MUSCLE HUSTLE HUSTLE!

-he’s toned (but not like that he’s only muscles). You can definitely see he’s a active little dude

-idk why but i feel like while his body is hard from all his muscles his cheeks are like super soft (more soft than Osomatsu’s)

Todomatsu:

-feminine looking body

-like I said with Karamatsu he has a thick booty

-slim and since he works out in a gym I don’t think his main focus there is getting muscles so he only has very few visible ones (muscles you could see a little are his upper arms and legs)

-since he’s taking good care with all kinds of beauty products of his body his whole skin is smooth

-the palest

But what they all could have is scars on their knuckles from fighting each other all the time

I could go into the nsfw direction too but maaaaybe another time pffff

Thanks for reading

[r0-boat]

helllooo fellow Male Byleth lover, could I by any chance have s/o taking care of a sick Male Byleth? I just want to cuddle this man, check his temperature, kiss his cheeks, rub his shoulders, hold his hair out of the way as he's sick, I want to PAMPER HIM. CAN YOU help me wAtEr mY crops please they are dying? I just want to be his wife -Ichi <3

OH MY GOD YOU'RE THE FIRST PERSON TO ACTUALLY ASK ME

I love you so much

Sick day

Author's notes:

Byleth is unaware on his crush on you. You think it's cute but you also think he doesn't like you so you're always willing to impress him.

Byleth was late to his lesson. As his You gathered his papers and finished grading the students tests but to your surprise he wasn't there. With no teacher the students looked to you.

'What could he be? he was never late to a lesson.' You thought The eyes of the students ready to learn the lesson of the day making you nervous.

"A- I'll be back!"

"The house leader is in charge, be sure to do your tasks for today around the monastery."

You sure hope putting the house later in charge would not serve to bite you in the ass later.

You make your way too Byleth's dorm room You're not once calling his name only to get no answer.

"The door isn't locked but..."

Worry pools in your stomach. You took a deep breath opening the doors to his quarters.

Byleth hardly even noticed you. His eyes closed breathing deeply He was in his casual wear his armor too heavy for his weaked body.

You press the back of your hand against his forehead that made him open his eyes.

"oh, did I oversleep?" He grumbled his voice scratching and terrible.

he was hot, burning up

"yeah you're not going anywhere."You stated placing your warm hand up to your forehead.

"but the lesson the students-" He protested.

"Professor please You're not well. You need to stay in bed and rest Don't worry about the lesson I-I got it covered."

More or less got it covered but.

His eyebrows furrowed on his otherwise emotionless face.

Of course you wouldn't know how to deal with the students alone. That is his fault perhaps the teachers were right he does coddle you a little too much.

He sighs "very well, the students can handle themselves"

Knowing that you'll have to deal with whatever the hell issuance due today later doesn't upset him as much as he thought it would. Maybe he's just distracted by the fact he gets you all to himself. The students always monopolize your time You are quite popular with them That's one of the many things he likes about you. He can't help but savor that he has you all to himself today. Call him selfish.

With his emotionless face you can't tell what he's thinking from the way he sighed He seemed disappointed. Way to make your boss hate you more...

His eyes widen when you brushed his hair out of his face You're gentle fingers caressing his skin. If he had a heart it would have quickened instead butterflies filled his stomach. A feeling he was not familiar to.

If he was here the whole time he must have not had breakfast yet. As you start to leave. His body moved on his own his fingers catching your sleeve He wasn't sure why he did this either when you looked down at him your eyes full of life and fire He stuttered.

"where are you going?"

"professor you need to eat you haven't eaten anything since yesterday have you?"

He looked away from you confirming your suspicion.

"I won't be gone forever, I'm just going to get you some soup from the cafeteria."You smile.

Byleth nods "can I get something spicy?"He said with a cough.

Are you kidding me? He's probably hiding in but his stomach will not handle anything spicy. One spoonful and it will all go up.

"no" You respond bluntly. "When someone is recovering from a sickness, spicy food is the last thing they need. Professor or not no one is exempt from this rule."

The irony was cute here you were nagging at your own boss The person you are supposed to be assisting everyday. He looks like a kicked puppy. Sad that he can't have his favorite foods.

Byleth stayed on bed rest for the rest of the day You had left to take care of some extra duties as well as help around the monastery along with the students. The students of his class came to visit him every now and then but he felt lonely without you. He always feels a little antsy when he doesn't know where you are. You're always getting yourself into danger. You always tell him you can protect yourself but, he'd rather you not be in danger at all. You did tell him to call you when he needs anything. And to be honest he called you a lot. A lot more he'd like to admit.

He heard a knock at his door "come in." His voice was almost as smooth as before still sounded like something was in his throat though.

His eyes light up when you're familiar figure walks through.

"I'm here with some medicine"You play the glass bottle down next to his bed. Despite the bitter taste he takes it all with no change in his face.

"The medic also said I should stimulate your muscles to help you relax." You smile.

That got his attention.

His eyes wide his lips parting his cheeks pink. The thought of you touching him was making him go crazy you make him go crazy and he doesn't know why. His eyes starting around making your eyebrows furrow with worry.

"um Byleth?"Your name rolls off his tongue instead of his usual nickname a very welcome surprise.

"Y-yeah hold on." He mutters sitting up from his bed his body still felt weak and hot but he was getting better. He had taken off his shirt a while ago, You try not the stare too much to his rippling muscles and scars that decorated it when he turned around You can't help but stare. He held his head down when he felt, delicate fingers rub into his bare shoulders. His back was just as muscular as his front. You feel dirty oggling and touching your colleague like this. You just want him to get better. So you push your sinful inner thoughts down and continue pressing your thumbs against his shoulder blades.

Dear gods you're so good at this. He's practically melting in your hands. He never knew how much he craved your touch till now. Years of hard physical labor and harder battles melting away with each roll of your thumb.

Exhaustion hit them all at once by the time you were done. He grown does he laid back down in his bed He can already feel his body turning into liquid as soon as he hit the mattress.

He couldn't keep his eyes open He wanted you to stay. He wanted you to stay here with him but he couldn't bring himself to speak he was so exhausted and weak the last thing he Saw was your perfect smile as you thread your fingers in his hair.

[blacklegsanjiii]

In light of the thing you tagged me in, I can't stop thinking about the vinsmoke siblings in general not really knowing what is... normal. Koby seeing Ichiji with his shirt off for the first time and seeing a metal port on his chest, because his skin is too hard for injections the scientists had to install a way to access his bloodstream. It didn't even occur to Ichi that that's... horrifying.

Koby thinks his tattoo is beautiful (because it is) but wonders if Ichi got it willingly? It's a one, after all. Being labeled like an experiment is horrific, but to Ichiji, until recently, that's just what he was. It was his whole identity.

Ichiji quietly worrying that'd he'd be terrible at physical affection. His skin is hard and cold, and the only touch he's ever known is fights and assassinations and sparring with his brothers.

He has a lot to learn about being human.

Gods, GODS. Okay.

Ichiji hanging out and swimming with his boyfriend and his marine friends when they have leave or something and just chilling and he takes his shirt off and his port is just...there. A small metal door that is just there to make sure his procedures and tests are simple and straight forward for the scientists. When Koby asks him about Ichiji looks confused before remembering he's not normal. Humans don't have metal doors on their chests because they're not test subjects.

Koby asks about his tattoo while he runs his fingers on the metal exterior of the skin and Ichiji shrugs and says it looks cool but also he's the Crown Prince of Germa, he had to be set apart from his siblings more so than the rest. Judge made him get it to a point but it sets him apart. It's not like '66' tattoo his sister has. Koby asks why he's still there, he's learning emotions. Ichiji shrugs, he doesn't know either.

Maybe a few months later he does steal a little boat like Ace's and sails off to explore and follow his boyfriend around the world. He's just vibing and learning and unlearning what Judge and Germa taught him. He sends postcards to Koby that are like maybe five words long max, like it's 'Drum is cold' 'Wish Sabaody was better'. He just doesn't know how to human but everyone loves it when Koby gets a post card from his boyfriend because they're simple and to the point but also like could be so much better.

[gloryhrs]

˖  . ⁺ ˳ ⟡ 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐂! ━━ 「 Ichigo Kurosaki. 」

male reader. ʚɞ edited from my old acc.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "ARE YOU SURE he’s gonna like it?" The seventeen-year-old watched as his younger sister buttoned up the strawberry-decorated shirt. Yuzu rolled her eyes at her brother’s self-doubt, "Yes Ichigo, this shirt is going to make him swoon over you even more!" She patted his back with a bright grin on her face. Ichigo didn’t know why he was nervous, you and him have been dating for over a year now, and today marked the two year anniversary of your relationship. He dusted off his white jeans and looked in the mirror for any imperfections, the strawberry shirt and white pants were now free from wrinkles, and his hair was freshly cut. Thank God for little sisters.

He grabbed the bags from his bed and began to make his way downstairs, the vibration in his pocket making him stop in his tracks. He checked the device only to see your message, 'I’m at the spot now! Can’t wait 2 see u! (✿❛◡❛)'. He chuckled at the use of kamoji’s and numbers through your texting. "My son is all grown up now!" Tears streamed down Isshin’s face as Karin rolled her eyes and passed him a tissue. "Your mother would be so proud of you right now!" Isshin cried while Ichigo mentally cringed at the way snot bubbles started to blow out of his dad’s nose.

"I’m leaving, see you all later." He ignored his dad's pleas and cry and quickly stepped out the door with a disgusted look on his face. "Bleh." He dusted off the imaginary dirt off his shirt and started walking his way down the path.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ YOU MENTALLY CHECKED every square in your head as you neatly laid out the bowls with the food sealed inside onto the red and white checkered blanket. The sun shined down on your beautiful bronze skin and the cool breeze blew through your tight shoulder-length curls that had two strawberry pins to hold them back. As you were setting up the sound of a soft voice made you look up. "( Y / n )?" Ichigo's cheeks started to heat up when he saw the strawberry pins in your hair.

"Ichi! You came, and brought food with you!" You stood up to walk over towards him to look inside the cute animal-like containers. "Aww, you brought fruit! And most of them are strawberries!"  Your eyes sparkled continuously as Ichigo felt his heart flutter slightly. "Um— yeah, I knew how much you loved strawberries so...." He turned his head to scratch his red-tinted cheek which turned into a brighter shade when you grabbed his hand to pull him towards the picnic blanket.

"Whoa, you cooked all of this?" His eyes trailed over the food that made his mouth water slightly. "Oh yeah! Did I cook too much?"  You muttered softly as Ichigo's eyes widened slightly from the sad tone of your voice.  "Wait for N—No! It's just that…you didn't have to do this." He reached his hand out to caress your cheek which was mostly covered with freckles. Feeling his warm hand kept you both at ease for a minute until a loud shriek destroyed the moment. "Eh? What the hell Kon?!" Ichigo glared at the thing that was trying to open the container with pork buns inside of it.

"I'm—trying to open this thing!" Kon struggled to open the object when his eyes landed on you and then started to twinkle. "Wow! Is this your boyfriend Ichigo? Are you sure you didn't force him to become your boyfriend?" You started to laugh when Ichigo grabs him by its head and held him up as if he was about to throw him, "Wait Wait! Let me have something to eat first!"  "Hell no!"  Whilst Ichigo was arguing with Kon you started to sneak him two pink Mochi balls.

"Here you go, Kon!" You gave him the sweet treats as his eyes started to sparkle, after struggling from Ichigo's grip he latched his little arms around your neck and kissed you all over your face whilst muttering 'Thanks You's' under his breath. "Alright, that's enough! Get out of here!" Ichigo grabbed Kon by his head and threw him out of the field with an imaginary vein appearing on his head. "Thank you Ichigo's boyfriend!" He waved at you as you laughed and waved back, " You're Welcome! Come back anytime! "

When Kon was out of sight Ichigo turned his head towards you and sweatdropped, "You have such a kind soul, ( N / n )." Ichigo trailed his hand to your face once more to feel your soft skin against his hand that made your cheek warm up. "Well…my mom always told me if you treat people with kindness then you will have a longer life." You titled your head to lean into his hand even more which caused his cheeks to redden and laugh at your cuteness.

"Y'know, I'm still wondering how much of a lucky person I am to have you in my life."  Ichigo leaned forward to connect his lips against yours in a soft and loving kiss. This kiss wasn't like the other kisses he has given you, this one seemed more gentle and caring than the others. "Woah…you never gave me those types of kisses!" You laughed and started to chatter whilst touching your lips that had a tingling feeling, like when Ichigo kissed you for the first time.

Ichigo's cheeks started to heat up again at your cuteness, how could he be so lucky?  "Ichigo? Are you still there?" You snapped your fingers in front of his face until he finally snapped out of it a minute later. "Yeah! Are you ready to eat?" He held and opened the container that had the strawberries inside. "Of course, my love." You pecked his cheek before crawling closer to him.

© gloryhrs, 041223. // notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)

[ichijager13]

Teach Me How To Be Loved

Chapter XIV

I've got a burning desire for you

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader, past relationships: Reiner Braun x reader, Jean kristein x reader

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger, Reiner Braun, Jean Kristein, Carla Jäger, Sophie Jäger.

Tags: Unhealthy coping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating, and a touch of sweet, lovable, and non fuckboy Eren Jäger

This fic is brought to you by Lana Del Rey’s songs

Masterlist, AO3,  Playlists: Reader’s POV, Eren’s POV

A/N: Hey, hey, heeeeeey! Guess who have decided to pick up her fanfic and update it. Yes, this lazy Ichi! I'm really sorry for taking so long to update, I didn't abandon this story, I promise.

Also thank you so much for reading and supporting my works.

Ichi  ❤️  

“Eren,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his figure. Just like every time you had him this close, you were on the verge of losing your mind. His scent, his teeth grazing your shoulder, and his warm breath fanning against your skin felt ethereal. It felt like a dream. One, you didn’t want for it to end.

In response to the sultry noises escaping you, he brushed his lips against your pulse point, making the last threads of sanity grow thinner and more tense before they slowly vanished in the air.

Laying on your couch in the middle of your dimly lit living room, you tried to trace back the events of this night. You tried, without success, to figure out how innocent tickling led to him half naked and hovering over your nude body.

Swimming in an endless sea of joy and sensuality, you tried to capture and memorize this moment. The faint ticking of the mechanical, vintage clock sitting on the fireplace, the aroma of your fabric softener, and his heart rate. You were mindlessly indulging in your fantasies when his rich voice brought you back to present time.

“Are you ready, love?” he inquired once again.

His large hand caressed your cheeks ever so gently as you nodded. It took you a while to manage to utter a broken yes.

A genuine smile, the same one that captured your heart and bewitched your soul, broke through his lips as he kicked out his shorts and repositioned himself above you. He slowly guided himself past your wet folds. It stretched, burned, and filled you, and it never failed to make you feel complete. His thumb still traced gentle cercles against your burning cheeks as he praised you and chanted how perfect you were for him. how beautiful, dazzling, and amazing you were.

By the time he was fully inside you, your brain was so fogged that the line separating reality from fantasies blended, making it hard to tell what was real and what wasn’t. His hands were all over your body. His lips were littering soft kisses against your burning skin, reminding you that he wasn’t a product of your imagination. Reminding you that this was real. That what was going on between the two of you was real.

And you believed him. You believed and held on to all the unspoken promises he sealed against your skin.

So, you let your head fall back, eyes screwed shut, and gave in to the pleasure waves idly hitting you. You closed your eyes and let them drift you away from all the terrible thoughts that had haunted you for years. You let him trade the darkness devouring you with beams of sunlight and the twinkles of a million stars.

Eren couldn’t get over how dazzling you looked underneath him. With each thrust, the noises that spilled from your mouth pushed him over the edge. He tried to contain himself and take it easy on you. But your parted, swollen lips made it so hard for him to control the violent hurricane of feelings he was trapped in. And you asking him, in your high-pitched, broken voice, to go faster made thinking straight even harder.

His arms looping around your waist and pressing your writhing body against his gave you a sense of safety. You had no idea why, but whenever you found yourself in his arms, all your worries washed away, and the dark clouds invading your sky disappeared. Whenever he was around, all the sad melodies you spent your life listening to changed into happy ones. Smiling, you made a mental note to share this thought with him. to tell him about all the wonderful things he made you feel. to thank him for loving and accepting you as you were. But the unholy rhythm he was pounding on you made your thoughts dissolve like a spoonful of salt in a bottle of water.

Lost in the blissful mist of the building up pleasure, you didn’t realize that he had changed position until he hit that sweet spot that made you see the stars in the middle of your apartment. That particular angle that never failed to make your soul get lost forever in the abyss of your orgasm.

He continued moving in synch with your heartbeat and your lust-filled thoughts. With every buck and every groan, he was bringing dead parts of you back to life. Parts you completely forgot they ever existed.

By the time he collapsed next to you, your ability to think or form a coherent sentence was inexistent. Craving more of his soothing warmth, you instinctively nestled your face in the crook of his neck. A pair of strong, tattooed arms looped around your shaking body, and it felt like home. With the tip of your finger, you absent-mindedly traced the one climbing up his arm and covering his shoulder blade. Caressing his tattoos was one of the numerous habits you developed after you got together.

You remained like that, in each other’s arms, enjoying the comfortable silence until you fell asleep.

When the sunlight filtering through the beige curtains woke you up the next morning, you found yourself tucked under the soft, satin sheets in your bed.

Eren was nowhere to be seen. Sitting with your back pressed against the headboard, you perked your ears, trying to locate where your boyfriend was. But to your surprise, the apartment was as silent as the city streets on a snowy Sunday morning.

After you left your bed, you fished for a t-shirt and exited your bedroom. Your clothes and his, which were scattered all over the living room, were gone. Assuming it was Eren who picked them up, you put some order in the living room before heading to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

You were in the kitchen making breakfast when you heard the door.

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I'm Not Afraid of You ~ *Ichiro Yamada*

Summary: Ichiro has the biggest crush on you, his new employee. And his brother’s are trying and failing to hype him up to talk to you.

Pairing: Yamada Ichiro X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 1386

Warning: Jiro and Saburo are a little OOC

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A/N: There needs to be more flustered, lovesick Ichiro fics. This is my contribution.

Despite what anyone says, Ichiro was not scared of her. No, never, not in a million years. He was Ichiro Yamada, manager of Odd-Jobs Yamada, a very prominent and respected business. There was no way he was scared of his new employee.

Which is why it confused his brothers to no end to see him practically cowering from her every time she so much as looked in his general direction. Ichiro was never like this, no matter where they were with him. Even amongst criminals and other dangerous people, he was as cool as a cucumber. Yet with her presence so much as in the same room as him, he was jittery and jumpy, as if a ghost were about to pop up out of nowhere and scare him right out of his skin.

“Are you okay, Ichi-nii?” Saburo asked as she was sent out of Ichiro’s office on an errand.

He was straightening up as he frowned. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been acting as if something, or rather someone, was out to get you.”

His big brother laughed, though it sounded strained. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m completely fine. Hey, why don’t the three of us go and get dinner together? We haven’t done that in a while.”

Saburo nodded slowly, unsure of his brother’s odd behavior. “Sure, Ichi-nii…”

“Excellent! Sounds like a great idea!”

Saburo pursed his lips as the two of them grabbed Jiro and headed for the nearest convenience store. The two younger brother’s glanced at each other before staring at Ichiro. He still seemed a little shaken up about the whole interaction with her. And someone had to do something about it.

Of course, that someone was Saburo, as Jiro was too stupid to notice something wrong.

“So, tell me, what’s with you and the new employee?”

At his little brother’s direct question, Ichiro practically choked on his own saliva, then cleared his throat, and adjusted his clothes. It was at that moment that Saburo and Jiro’s suspicions were confirmed. Looking away from them, he answered, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh? I see.” Now, Saburo knew he was being mean, but he couldn’t help but tease his brother a little. If it would get him to stop being so weird around her, then he’d do whatever it took. “Because if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were afraid of her.”

“What?” Ichiro blurted out louder than he anticipated. “I am NOT afraid of her! I’m not afraid of anyone! What makes you think I’m afraid of her? Because I most definitely am not.”

“Right.” This time it was Jiro who spoke, letting out a chuckle as he sorted through the items on the shelves, trying to find something to eat and drink. “Because nothing you’ve said or done shows you have a crush on her, Nii-chan.”

“I do not!” He whined.

“Of course, of course.” Jiro assured him. “Nevertheless, she is nice. A real keeper, if you ask me.”

“Yeah she is…” Ichiro trailed off before snapping out of whatever lovesick haze he slipped into, and returning to gathering the food he needed. “I mean, she is nice and she’s been a very big help lately.”

“Mhmmm.” Saburo nodded, a coy smile worming its way onto his lips. “I’m glad you found someone like her.”

“No, no, no. Both of you are not going to be doing this.” Ichiro snapped, glaring accusingly between the two of them. “I’m putting a stop to this right now.”

“What are you stopping?” Saburo asked, feigning innocence, though the devilish twinkle in his eye made him anything but.

Ichiro gestured between his two scheming brothers, already feeling a headache coming on from their shenanigans. “Whatever you two are planning. You both are up to something and I don’t appreciate it. Y/n is a nice girl. You are not going to throw the two of us into some romance out of a light novel.”

“What made you think we were thinking of throwing you two into a romance out of a light novel?” Jiro challenged, crossing his arms over his chest smugly. “Maybe Saburo and I just wanted you to make new friends, that aren’t the two of us.”

Their big brother’s frustration faltered for a bit. “Really?”

“No, we want you two to make out already.” Saburo replied nonchalantly.

Choking on the air, Ichiro coughed out, “WHAT?”

“I mean not while we’re around. That would just be gross.”

“SABURO!”

The littlest brother sighed. “C’mon, Ichi-nii. We know you, or at least I do-”

“OI!”

“-And we know you like wearing your heart on your sleeve. And Y/n just amplifies those feelings by one hundred percent. Just admit you like her and we’ll leave you alone.”

Ichiro looked down at his food that he no longer wanted to eat. He didn’t know if he could admit that he liked Y/n. She was so different from his other crushes. She wasn’t someone throwing herself at him and she was everything he’s ever wanted in a girl. So why was he so nervous around her, unlike his other crushes? He knew she was a certain kind of special, but this was different. Y/n was different.

“Uh, Saburo, I think you broke him.” Jiro muttered.

Shaking his head, he said, “Y/n is different. She’s special. I’ve never met anyone like her and that makes it hard for me to approach her. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and I’m just scared she’s not as perfect as my mind is subconsciously making her out to be.”

Saburo and Jiro shared a glance with each other. Jiro then asked, “Aren’t you overthinking this a little, Nii-chan?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean Y/n is your employee, but more importantly, she’s just a girl.” Saburo explained. “Just talk to her, get to know her a little better, and see if a relationship is possibly in the cards for the two of you before deciding on never approaching her for the rest of your life. Who knows, she might surprise you and be very approachable.”

He sighed, “I don’t know you guys.”

Someone tapped Ichiro on his shoulder. When he turned around, he could feel his face go pale. There was Y/n, in all her splendor and glory, a soft blush adorning her cheeks and a small note in her hand. Despite her fidgety fingers and the way she shifted her weight from foot to foot, she smiled dazzlingly bright at him.

“They’re right, you know. All you have to do is talk to me, Mr. Yamada. I’ve been told I’m very friendly and charming.” She explained, her glittering smile never disappearing from her face. 

She was like the sun at that very moment, that if he continued staring at her, he’d go blind from her brightness. Nevertheless, he kept her gaze, although words seemed to evade him. What could he say to his crush, especially since his brothers were right there? Any misstep and he’d be tormented for days, not only from his brothers, but from himself as well.

He cleared his throat. “Got it. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Then, I hope you keep this number in mind as well.” She chirped, handing him the little note in her hand. She then bowed respectively before departing, calling over her shoulder, “I’ll see you later, Mr. Ichiro.”

As soon as she was out of sight and out of hearing range, Jiro and Saburo instantly asked him about the paper. Upon opening it, he saw her number, printed in red gel pen and a message asking him to dinner tomorrow night at eight. As soon as his brothers saw that message, there were wolf whistles and soft teases. But he didn’t pay them any attention.

No, Ichiro was just so happy that he finally got his wish. He finally scored a date with his crush. Quickly he put her number in his contacts before texting her that dinner sounded perfect. His brothers then tried to get some details about the date, but again, he just tuned them out. His heart was beating erratically and his palms were sweating like crazy, but that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered is that he wasn’t afraid anymore.

No, he was more excited than afraid.

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(One-shot series 1/3 chapters posted - posts regularly on Saturdays. If anyone knows who to credit for the Hizashi fanart, please let me know!) Read on AO3.

Tags: Graphic violence, Hizashi Yamada x OC, Present Mic, Present Mic saves the day, Hizashi Yamada is a ray of sunshine, angst, hurt/comfort, scared reader, pro hero rescue

Word Count: 4,364 words

Summary: Ichijiku Aoki has lived in hell with Kigai as her captor for three years. During a chance encounter at a dance club, she runs into her first breath of fresh air in years: Hizashi Yamada. Kigai makes it clear that Ichi belongs to him, so dare she hope for a better life and an escape from her prison?

Author's Note: I haven't posted fanfiction in years, but after a two-year obsession with My Hero Academia, I have more than enough content to share. This first series is pretty dark, but there's some comfort and sweetness along the way. Enjoy.

TW: Implied/Referenced Sexual, Physical, and Emotional Abuse

Chapter 1: Time Signatures

Ichijiku (Tigress)

In another life, listening to the pulsating beat of the music in the club might be fun. I might feed off of the voices singing at the top of their lungs, or delight in the changing colors flashing all around the dance floor. 

But I’m not living in another life. I’m living in hell.

“Give her another shot.” Kigai’s voice rises over the crowd as he gives me a look. Don’t you tell a goddamn soul what I’m doing or you won’t live to see the sunrise. His quirk stretches into my mind and reminds me just who I belong to. Of course, the bruises littering my thighs are testament to that too. Kigai would never let me go out in anything other than skinny jeans, so it’s not like anyone can see, though.

No one ever sees.

The bartender gives me a smile and I play the perfect part of being his playful partner, leaning over to give Kigai a kiss on his cheek, a loving gaze, and a swat at his butt while bile turns over in my stomach. I throw back the shot of tequila before Kigai puts his hands at my hips and looks directly at me. You’d better get out on that dance floor and pretend you’re having a good time. People have started looking at you.  “Why don’t you go have some fun, sugar? I know you don’t feel good, but the dance floor has always helped you clear your mind.”

He plants a slow and tender kiss on my lips, but all I feel is dread. I want to feel happy. I want to feel a flutter in my chest. I want to feel anything. Anything but Kigai.

You’re mine, Ichi. And don’t you forget that. His eyes bore into mine and then he turns away, laughing at a joke Shihito tells him. I can feel his gaze follow me as I put on my brave face and walk through the dance floor.

In some ways, I’m grateful for the tequila. Otherwise I’d never be able to play like everything’s fine. Winding my way through the undulating bodies feels easier to bear than seeing that look on Kigai’s face. The threat that always lingers there. In this mingling of bodies I can close my eyes and lose myself to the music, feel the beat move in conjunction with me instead of forcing me to move with it. 

The only time I’m conscious of is the time signature in the music. Minutes could pass, or it could be hours. What’s important is that Kigai doesn’t cut in and I can’t see those eyes trapping me in their domineering gaze. 

For the first time in three years, I’m reminded of the better parts of life.

And then the better part of life bumps into me.

“Whoops! Hey there, little lady. Sorry for the intrusion.” A blonde man with a broad smile and glasses apologizes to me. “Did I hurt you?”

For a moment my breath is taken away and my façade cracks. The best way I can describe him is pure sunshine. He only looks at me for a moment with that grin but the warmth seeps into my skin and makes me yearn for a normal life. My throat gets tight. Help me. I want to say. Please make him leave me alone. 

“Woah, hey, is everything okay? Did I really hurt you?” His puts a soothing arm on my shoulder as he makes himself heard over the crowd. “Why don’t you come sit down?”

“No!” I panic, forcing a grin on my face and hoping that he’ll shake it off as me being drunk. That’s what everyone else has done. “Really, it’s okay. I just get emotional when I’m drunk. I’m sorry. You just took me by surprise.” I shake my head as if trying to clear my mind and turn away from him. You’re too pure for someone like me, too beautiful for this world. If Kigai knew I slipped up…I can’t drag you down into this. You could get hurt.

“Hey, wait!” I hear him call behind me, but I ignore it and keep moving.

My feet rush towards the bathroom. I head inside and slam the first stall door I see before heaving into the porcelain bowl. Get it together, Ichijiku. I’ll kill Kigai. We can’t. I sob in the stall. We can’t do anything. Kigai has my family on his radar. We’re stuck! What a foul sack of shit. He’s not worth the stripes on my skin. I want to die. I know, Little Cub, and I’d surely embrace death knowing that you didn’t have to suffer this any longer. But we have to hold on. Change is coming. I can feel it in my bristling fur.

There’s a banging at the door that I know means I’m in trouble. I quickly wipe the tears from my cheeks frantically and flush the toilet before wetting a paper towel and dabbing under my eyes. Breathe. Get it together. We’ll survive. I’m right here with you.

I step out of the bathroom and Kigai’s hand wraps around my arm as he pulls me aside.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He puts on a concerned simper, feeling my forehead with his free hand. You’re supposed to tell me where you’re going and why. You were trying to run away, weren’t you, bitch?  “I thought you were hurt. Did you get sick?”

“I think I drank too much.” I sniffle, looking down so he can’t use his quirk and I don’t have to listen to his haunting voice in my thoughts. It’s a mistake.

His hand comes under my chin. To an outside party it might look like he’s being a tender lover, but there’s bite in the way his fingers dig into my skin. You know I hate when you look away from me, whore.

“Honey, you only had one shot. When did you become such a lightweight?” He laughs. I’m sick of your damn excuses. He runs his fingers through my hair and his hands cup my cheeks as he kisses my forehead. “But if you need to take a seat, go ahead.” Stay where I can see you.

“Thanks, love.” I return his gesture of affection with a hug and a peck on his cheek.

For a while, I sit at the bar again, scrolling through my phone to look busy. I can’t see Kigai, but I don’t need to. His gaze always follows me, even when he’s not in the room.

“It looks like you needed a break, huh?” The blonde from earlier takes residence in the seat next to me.

I turn to look at him as I nurse a lemonade. He’s like a breath of fresh air.

“Yeah.” I look down at the table again and trace around the rim of my glass. “Sorry about earlier. I think I’d been dancing too long and was getting overheated.”

“Yeah, the dance floor can get overwhelming if you’re not used to it.” He laughs. The sound sings through my bones. 

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Yamada Hizashi. But you can call me Hizashi.” He tilts his head like a puppy and the lights around him make him appear almost angelic. “What’s yours?”

“Ichijiku.” 

“Nice to formally meet you, Ichijiku.” He answers. “Was that your boyfriend I saw earlier?” 

“Yes.” I smile into my cup to hide the disgust in my eyes. God, I wish he wasn’t. “He was making sure I was okay.”

“Ah, good to know. From back there it looked like he was going to hurt you, but I was obviously mistaken. I’m glad you’re safe, you know?” 

Something about the way he says it makes me look up at him and feel more hope than I have in a long time. I feel seen and heard. After a cursory glance around the club without seeing Kigai, I feel safe enough to answer.

“Kigai’s not a dangerous man. He doesn’t hit me and he likes to make sure I’m taken care of.” My eyes scream the opposite. I hope he catches it. I hope he doesn’t. “He knows my favorite colors and we watch my favorite movies all the time and he loves me. He never calls me names and he always asks before he touches me; Kigai doesn’t want to hurt me.”

Hizashi’s hand moves closer to mine and when I look at him I don’t feel sick.

“So you don’t need my help at all, do you?” He asks. He doesn’t break my gaze. 

My lips part in a relieved gasp;  I’m ready to tell him everything, but my eyes hold terror as Kigai catches my gaze from across the room. What the hell are you telling him? His smile follows me even though he’s standing beside the DJ. Abruptly, I stand and move away from Hizashi.

“It would be better if you stayed away from me.” I hiss under my breath, cursing myself for wishing for a normal life. Cursing myself for dreaming that I’d ever be able to get away from Kigai. What was I thinking? If Kigai finds out, it’ll be my head. But at least Hizashi knows. Maybe he can get help! Why would he help me? He probably has no idea I need help. I was reading too much into it. No one ever notices the bruises. Or they make excuses if they do.  That’s right. No one cares about you. Who cares about a stupid whore? She’s not a whore. Kigai’s a manipulator and a rapist, and that’s all there is to it, fiend.

“Are you looking at my girl?” I’m suddenly face to chest with Kigai. Shit. He was closer than I realized. Fuck!

“Kigai, honey, it’s okay. I was just coming to find you. It’s fine.” I place my hand on his arm and squeeze, trying to redirect him. 

“No, it’s not fucking okay.” Kigai growls, glaring bullets into Hizashi’s eyes. 

“Hey, man. You have the wrong idea.” Hizashi puts his hands up, looking composed and calm. See? He knows nothing. Everything you told him went straight over his head. “She bumped into me earlier and I was just making sure she’d gotten back to the bar safely.”

“She bumped into you? Or were you trying to cop a feel?” Kigai snarls, dangerously tense.

“Kigai, please.” I beg, pulling at the front of his shirt to make him look at me. Why the hell did you let him get close to you, huh? You know you belong to me. Not some sleaze who’s just going to fuck you and leave you out to dry. After everything I’ve done for you. His words reach into my mind and I do the only thing I can to get out of the situation. I reach up around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. 

Thankfully, Kigai seems to take the bait. He becomes more possessive, gripping my hips so hard I know there’ll be bruises there in the morning. His tongue invades my mouth and he tugs fiercely at my lip. When he pulls back, he still turns a fiery glare onto Hizashi.

“Don’t you get near my girl again, got it?” Kigai wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close to him. My eyes lose their shine. I guess that’s it. We’re stuck again. All in good time, Little Cub. All in good time.

He pulls me away and I risk one last glance back at Hizashi. One last hopeful plea begging him to help, but he’s not looking back at me. 

. . . . .

Six months go by that Kigai refuses to take me out again. For six months he beats the lesson into me.

“You were trying to be a clever little whore, weren’t you?” His foot connects with my jaw, but I don’t make a sound. I take it. “Thought you had a savior. Someone to take you away from me, right? But you’re mine! If you left me do you know what that would mean for your family? For you?” He yanks me up by my hair. “They’d be up shit creek without a paddle and it’d be all your fault!” 

“I’m sorry, love.” I whimper out, hating the taste of the words on my tongue. “It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it won’t.” He lets go of me and I catch the brunt of my weight on my arms. Tears trickle down my cheeks and then suddenly he pulls me into his arms and then onto his lap on the bed.

“You know I love you, right?” He coos in my ear, saying the words that my heart wants to hear in the most twisted tones. “It’s just…seeing you with that other man…mmm…I hated seeing that. You know he was just trying to manipulate you, right? Use you when you were vulnerable?”

You’d know all about that wouldn’t you? I wish I could have been more specific…told him something more concrete. Then maybe I wouldn’t be stuck here. It’s not your fault, Dear One. “I know, Kigai. I’m sorry. I wasn’t feeling good and I just wanted someone to talk to.”

His grip tightens on me. “You could have found me.”

“You were busy, Kigai, I didn’t want to ruin your time.” I turn and kiss his cheek to make the comment more believable. “I love you.”

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear.” He kisses under my ear and it burns. Nauseous flames swim along my body until he leaves me broken under the covers. I curl up into a ball as he gets up from the covers and starts grabbing his clothes. “C’mon, baby, get your clothes on. I think you’ve learned your lesson. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

I don’t question it. I’m silent as I pull on my clothes and fix my hair. When I’m ready, I take the arm he offers me. 

“You’re gonna like this, baby.” He rubs a small bruise he made at my neck, smiling as we head out into the street and he looks at me. You’d better not tell anyone it’s anything other than a love bite, got it? Or I’ll have your family hunted down with a snap of my fingers.  “Look at how beautiful you look with my marks on you. Everyone will know who you belong to, yeah?” 

“Of course. Only yours.” I nod, swallowing past the lump in my throat.

Before long he leads me to a karaoke bar. The sight of it puts a pep in my step; even though I’d rather be here with anyone else except Kigai, this is the most I’ve gotten out in months. I’ll take what I can get.

“A karaoke bar? How did you know?” I giggle, kissing his cheek as I slip into the assumed role.

“I know my babygirl.” He pauses to kiss me roughly outside the door before pulling me inside. He pays for the two of us before we’re taken to a private room where a few of his friends are waiting. “I hope you don’t mind, some of my buddies came to join us.”

“It’s okay.” I promise, even though seeing all of them makes my heart sink. “As long as they don’t bother me.”

“They’ve already been warned, babe, they’ve already been warned.” Kigai winks at me. Don’t test those waters after I’ve let you out. “Would you like to go first?”

“Yes, please.” 

Once again, the music distracts me from my own crumbling little world. Life seems full of more promise as the notes spill from my lips. 

“Hey, Takamaru! I’ve gotta take a piss. Keep an eye on my girl, okay? Make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble.” Kigai chuckles and glances at me before he leaves. Don’t do anything stupid.

“Sure, man.” Takamaru doesn’t even look in Kigai’s direction. He’s too busy focusing on Shihito’s selection. “What the fuck, man?! You’ve sung homura three times already! Pick something new.”

“Shut up, Taka, it’s the only song I know.” Shihito huffs, pulling up the microphone again.

“Hey, do you guys mind if I go grab a snack?” I ask, wanting to get some fresh air without Kigai hovering over me. If he gets back before I do, I can always blame Takamaru. He never goes too hard on his buddies. 

“Sure, Ichi. Can you grab me a granola bar while you’re at it?” Takamaru tosses me a couple yen. 

“Sure thing.” I nod and head towards the vending machine on the balcony. 

I walk by a room where I hear such sweet sonorous notes I can’t help but glance into the window. Hizashi?! My feet stutter and I nearly trip. I have to keep walking. Kigai is liable to beat him up if he even sees he’s in the same building. If I were to stop and wave? Impossible. I force myself to keep walking until I make it to the machine. 

Once I’ve got a pack of crackers and Taka’s granola bar, I hang over the railing and take a deep breath. When did this all start? Why did I let myself get roped into this? I hate this… None of this is your fault, Little One. Kigai is a manipulator and a fiend. And his quirk makes it inanely difficult to give any sort of proof to the authorities of your predicament. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” Hizashi’s voice joins me on the balcony. I jump back as if stung and start backing away from him. His moves his hands from his pockets and holds them up in surrender. “Woah, hey, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” I turn to look and make sure Kigai isn’t headed back to our karaoke room and then back to Hizashi. “You can’t be here.”

“Is he hurting you?” He asks me bluntly, eyes somehow fierce and kind all at once.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I choke out, starting to speed walk back into the building. This can’t be happening. Kigai’s going to kill him if he sees him anywhere near me! 

His hand grabs my wrist and I’m forced to pause and turn back to him.

“Is he hurting you, Ichijiku?” 

The first time I saw his gaze in the club, I nearly lost myself. Seeing it now, so intentional and worried…I feel I have no choice.

“Yes.” I hiss, eyes watering. “Yes, he hurts me. All the time. For big things, for little things. But I take it, okay?” Part of me is angry. Not even at Hizashi, just everything in general. Why the hell am I in this predicament? What did I do except love people and want them to love me back? It’s okay. You’re allowed to be angry. Especially at this situation. “I take it because Kigai says he’ll hurt my family if I don’t. Because they’ll die if I don’t suck it up like a good girl, alright? And he’s going to hurt you too, Hizashi. He’ll hurt you really bad if you so much as look at me. If you’re so much as seen with me.” I keep glancing back, waiting at any moment for Kigai to round the corner and exact his punishment. “So go! Leave me alone. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt for my sake…please.” I beg, finally yanking my hand free of his hold.

When I hear Kigai’s voice down the hall, I don’t look back. I rush back into the room just in time and hand Taka his granola bar. I start nibbling on my crackers so I can compose my face before he walks in. I smile at him and offer him a cracker.

“Oo, got me a snack, baby?” He takes the whole pack and leaves me the one. “Thanks.”

The rest of the evening, I’m too nervous to sing like I want to. I pick one or two songs to make sure Kigai’s off my scent, but mostly I watch him and his friends sing. In reality, I keep watching the door to make sure Hizashi doesn’t walk by.

By the time we get ready to leave, it’s dark. I assume that Hizsahi is long gone, because as we walk by his room on our way out, it’s empty and quiet. Thank you, Lord. He deserves a better lot in life than this. 

“Damn, Kigai, every time we go out for karaoke I forget just how shitty of a singer you are.” Taka teases as we give the desk lady her key back. 

“Hey, man! I’m not that bad. At least I can carry a tune.”

“Barely.” He snorts, before nudging Shihito. “And this fucker only has one song he can sing!” 

The ribbing continues as we walk out the door. I keep my eyes down and my arm wrapped around Kigai’s until a group of voices convene on us and someone suddenly pulls me out of Kigai’s grasp.

“Police! Get on the ground, now!” Someone barks out, and my brain struggles to keep up.

Kigai and his pals look shocked to say the least. Kigai is the only one who tries to struggle, of course. “Get the fuck off me! Let my girl go! Babygirl, tell these fuckers to get off me!” 

“Don’t hurt him!” I call out, aching heart bleeding for him even in spite of all the bruises he’s left on my heart and my body.

“Get on the ground.” The cop repeats, needing two more officers to help bring Kigai down to the ground. “Sir, you’re under arrest.”

The world around me sways. My breath gets shaky and I start crying as I beg them to leave him alone. What am I doing?! I want them to take him but… He’s a manipulator. He’s made you afraid and obligated to him. I want him out of my life. I don’t ever want to see him again. My pleas ultimately die down as my sobs get louder. 

The weather is colder in the darkness. My body starts shaking and I start swaying.

“It’s okay, ma’am. We’ll get it taken care of. You’re safe now.” The woman holding me rubs my shoulders and starts looking around. “Can one of you grab a jacket for–”

“I’ve got it taken care of.” Hizashi’s voice melts into my eardrums as the police get Kigai into the back of their cruiser. I wrap my arms around myself and then he’s got something warm and soft wrapped around my shoulders. “Here. Take my jacket.”

I turn to Hizashi and then back to the police cruiser. I look at the woman.

“Excuse me, Officer?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Th–That man…Kigai…he…he said he’d hurt my family if I ever turned him in. Are they–”

“This young man here told us the story. We’ve got a unit at their house.” She assures me, rubbing my shoulder. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore, honey. We’ve got it all covered. We’ve been trying to find definitive evidence to put this guy away for years.”

I look at her, disbelieving. “H=How did you find any evidence?”

The officer looks at the cruiser as Kigai is hauled off, before she looks at Hizashi with a smile and then back to me. “Your friend here said that he recorded your conversation in the karaoke place. He said he’d previously met you and was suspicious of the situation.”

“I hadn’t seen you in months. I was scared I was too late to do anything, so when I saw you…” He pauses. “I started recording on my phone before I walked over to talk to you. I was hoping that maybe if I was blunt enough…you might tell me what was going on.” Hizashi admits sheepishly. “So we left as soon as I got the evidence just in case your group was planning on leaving soon.”

For a long time, I just stare at him. I memorize everything I can about him. The way his hair frames his face and the small, pampered mustache making his smile pop out on his face. Then there’s his eyes.

One look and my body works without my permission. I wrap my arms around him, tackling him into a hug and feeling three years of pain and grief claw out of my chest and manifest as sobs.

“Thank you, Hizashi.” I hold his back in a death grip, and I feel him pat my back delicately. 

“I couldn’t sit by and watch you get hurt without doing anything.”

“Ma’am, would you like me to walk you to your home?” The officer asks me, also reaching over to rub my shoulder.

“I don’t have anywhere to go right now.” I admit with a sniffle. “But if you can go with me to grab my stuff from Kigai’s, that would be great.” I turn to Hizashi. “Will you come with us? Please?”

“Of course. I won’t leave you alone right now. That a problem with you, Officer?” 

“Not at all.” She assures.

When we make it to Kigai’s house, there’s blue and red lights flashing there too. Hizashi steps with me inside as the officer gets debriefed on other things found out about Kigai’s dastardly affairs. “It’s just down this hall.” I assure him.

Going back into Kigai’s room sends a cold chill down my spine. You’re mine, whore. You belong to me, understand? I pull Hizashi’s jacket tighter around me, before steeling my nerves and grabbing my bag and stuffing it.

“Anything you need me to grab?” Hizashi asks as he looks around.

“No. I don’t have much.” I toss in my phone and charger, a few changes of clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush, and a few other necessities. “I think that’s all.” I say once I’ve got everything together. When at last I turn to him and meet his gaze, I’m expecting to hear foul words stabbing into my brain.

He is not Kigai, Little One. It’s going to be okay. 

My nose quivers as I look at him. “He’s really gone.”

“He won’t hurt you anymore, Ichijiku.” Hizashi nods. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

I don’t have to be afraid.

Continue Reading -> Ch. 2

[lemonxdaisybby]

Eiji headcanons please! Sfw and nsfw if you can!

I gotta say, the biggest plot twist of the game is that I actually ended up liking Eiji! Up until the very end scene I thought he was so mean and smug, and then the last scene w Ichi just warmed my heart. He’s cool in my books now.

Also lowkey ship Ichi and Eiji after that end scene too, lil piggyback babies 💕

Apologies for my ramblings, thank you for the ask, and I hope you like! 🌸

Eiji’s intentions upon first meeting you were likely entirely lust based, and he was more so asking you out for a quick fuck, rather than looking for a relationship. You two would have met on a night out at a club, and exchanged numbers after chatting for a while. Generally, it started out as fuck buddies, and feelings gradually blossomed from there.

Though he would hold genuine feelings for you, Eiji wouldn’t have planned on confessing to you or taking things any further than casual fuck sessions, but after spotting you and another male flirting at a club one night, he’d just feel so jealous and angry. He’d pull you away, and a small argument would likely ensue. He’d demand to know what the fuck you think you’re doing, flirting with that guy, and you’d retort by questioning why he even cares. That’s when he’d finally be up front, admitting that he has feelings for you, and that he wants to be exclusive. You belong to him, and no one else.

Once the two of you start going out on dates, just know that he wouldn’t let you pay ever. He pays for all the dates. He’s not the most loving boyfriend, nor is he the most gentlemanly, but he’d probably feel slightly offended if you ever offered to pay for a date. Dates would be his one way of spoiling you.

Eiji isn’t a huge fan of cute or affectionate PDA, but he isn’t afraid to kiss you or cop a feel of your ass in public. If he’s jealous and thinks someone is trying to claim your attention, or if someone even looks at you too much, he would definitely rely on PDA to show them that you are taken. He’s a possessive man, and doesn’t want to share you with anyone.

Generally, he can be a bit cold at times, and cocky too. He’d be very dry and sarcastic with his humour, however he does have a more playful side too, that only you seem to bring out. If he notices you goofing off, he might tut and call your antics childish, but before you know it, he’s right by your side laughing along with you. You’re his sunshine.

Sex wise, Eiji is a dom, and you are not allowed to take control ever. He’d be very teasing too, and would enjoy seeing you flustered. You just know he’s gonna mock you when you get embarrassed or shy, and when you moan or beg for him during sex he’ll laugh, calling you his pretty little slut, and taunting you about how needy you are for him.

He has a high sex drive, to the point where you two could be out in public, and suddenly he’s dragging you to a public bathroom/restroom for a blowjob or a quickie. He also could not give a single fuck if the two of you get caught.

Eiji would very rarely give oral, however he absolutely adores receiving blowjobs. He would grab a fistful of your hair as you kneel down in front of him, and would shove your head down, groaning every time he hears you gag on his cock. He’d love a slobbery, messy blowjob, and the sight of you covered in saliva and cum, with tears running down your cheeks from gagging so much, would definitely give him a kick. Hope you’re prepared for round two.

He would never really be soft during sex, but he can be quite sweet with aftercare, surprisingly. He would clean you up with a towel afterwards, asking if you’re okay, before settling down beside you for some post sex cuddles. He’d have you tucked in to his side with your head laying on his chest, as he drapes an arm around your waist, his fingers lazily trailing circles on the tender skin of your hip.

[spicyliumang]

[🦋x🐼] This is the night before the gang confronts Tendo! And it was before Enya and Zhao officially dated, They have a little heart to heart and Zhao witnesses the horrors on the dating app Enya has on her phone😭 Lore/context ⬇️

So, for the backstory here, this is the night before the gang confronts Tendo in the Millennium Tower. Due to the cutscenes happily omitting some of the gang this scenario works! So, at this time of night Ichi, Adachi, Saeko, and Nanba went to confront Aoki on his final tour. Joongi stepped out to have a chat with Seonhee leaving Enya and Zhao alone in New Serena to rest up before leaving the next day! 

While they were alone, they had a few drinks during some downtime, they weren't exactly drunk but a lot.. looser than usual, Enya starts out asking why did he save her from the explosion Ishioda planted when he could have nearly lost his life? She messed up her ankle and slowed them down. it would have been easy to leave her behind rather than carrying her to help her escape. Obviously, Zhao found the question silly and was shocked she asked, but just replied there's no way he would have left her there, and of course she's a part of the gang! And no one gets left behind 

She kinda opens up a bit, explaining that she's grateful, and had no idea how she could repay him. Even cold hard cash could not pay for someone saving your life She also explains a bit how Okino told her long before she could read that things will be hard. She will have to work 10x harder than the average person and be thick skinned to earn respect, let alone be seen. And in her eyes, she couldn't do any of that. A college drop-out who works as a hostess barely scraping by, can't even maintain a relationship and not an ounce of thick skin. Even if she should be used to the pushback by now. She admitted that she felt like she let Okino down. And that she was nervous about meeting her parents and worried they never reached out because they didn't want her period. She perked up and realized the alcohol really got her talking more than she should and apologized for dumping on him randomly. Zhao empathized a bit knowing what it feels like to not meet the expectations put on him and how heavy it could weigh on a person. 

Though the mood lightens when Enya's phone gets a dating app notification and Zhao notices. He knew she used it because the last time the gang all got drunk Eri and Saeko loudly talked about how one of the men she swiped on was handsome. Enya’s close friend Junpei got sick of Enya looking so sad s she recommended it was time to put herself back out there and she should try it! She's the CEO of bad ideas So Zhao grabs the phone to take a look and when Enya realizes she tries to reach for it but he pulls away with it dangling it out of her reach. I made some dialogue,, very bad at doing this but who cares I'm committed to the bit kjfgkjfdjgj 

Zhao: Really? Dating apps? 

 Enya: D-don't look at me like that... Jun-chan says I should give it a try and maybe I'll meet someone new. 

 Zhao: points to the message So this is the guy you're chatting with? 

 Enya: Yeah! He's a mechanic, and pretty fun to talk to! He invited me out a while ago and plan on going once everything is settled. I hope. 

 Zhao: Hmm.. I wouldn't do that if I were you. 

 Enya: Huh? what do you mean? 

 Zhao: This isn't a real picture. 

 Enya: What do you mean?? This is literally him! He sent a selfie yesterday! Let me see. 

 Zhao: points see around his jawline? the image is manipulated on both of them. 

 Enya: squints at it for a second and then looks in horror YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME..  

 Zhao: chuckles Told ya. 

Enya kinda slams her head on his shoulder now at this point she's not completely sobered out of frustration After Zhao kinda lectures her a bit that she shouldn't use dating apps and she never knows what sicko could be waiting for her on the other end. She should find someone organically, and she never knows who could be there waiting for her in person is he planting seeds? perhaps ~~ And after spending the rest of his time listening to her rant about her experience with the greasy salaryman, the cheap Poppo clerk, and the bartender who ghosted her after one night! 

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lol i imagine the first time Ichigi builds up the courage to grab Grimm by his waist like a boYfriend should, he nearly combusts from the blood going to his face and Grimm is just looking at him all confused "what? why are you putting your hand there and why are you so red, Kurosaki?" and Ichi is malfunction cause "oh god Grimm's curves in my hand holy shit"

aadsgsfssg yEsss Grimmjow’s so focused on purpose and goals, he’s passionate and even reckless at times,but it’s always goal-oriented. Things that serve no purpose aren’t worth to even think about; which is why it’s so hard for him to understand this sort of thing.

Grimmjow furrowing his tiny brows in confusion, looking at Ichigo’s hands peeking from behind his waist, feeling his nose press where his shoulder meets his neck and finding it hard for the alarm bells of ‘predator - teeth too close- fight’ not to ring; but an itch inside of him stops him from scratching Ichigo’s face off him. It’s that itch, probably, that got them where they are in the first place. Always near each other, ‘boyfriends’; it’s the itch he gets sometimes to smash his face to Ichigo’s despite how bad an idea it should be.

“… what are you doing?…” He asks quietly, through tight teeth.

“I— uh— I’m … h-holding you?” Ichigo’s uncertain little voice answers, his fingers fidgeting and clenching against his waist nervously.

Grimmjow turns as much as he can to better read his face, meets flushed pink freckled cheeks and half-lidded averted eyes. And everything becomes suddenly abundantly clear. He’s doing that thing humans do; touch for the sake of touching.

It’s infuriating in it’s half-intentions more than it is on the act itself. Despite how his instincts buck at such a powerful creature sneaking up behind him.

“What are you being such a pussy about? If you want something fucking take it.”

And Ichigo’s fingers clench angrily at the insult, his head sagging even more on himself because why can Grimmjow read him like this even when he’s the inexperienced one? Why’s he got to be so demanding of him about… things he’s too embarrassed of wanting? It’s odd and it’s also so utterly Grimmjow; to demand only a 100% of the other person’s resolve on him because that’s what he deserves.

So he bites back the urge to let out a dying whine and more purposefully presses against Grimmjow’s back, feeling it tense suddenly at the touch, and his hands taste all of Grimm’s unnervingly small waist and wide, powerful, thighs.

A small growl rolls up Grimmjow’s throat when his lips press to the back of his nape, he doesn’t push him away— but it’s a warning he couldn’t avoid voicing. And his hollow inside him scratches his ribs in efforts that he answers back with his own, the confrontational little shit, but he sets his jaw and swallows it back; this is not a pissing contest. Then his lips part and the second his teeth touch Grimmjow’s skin, another more forceful growl bubbles up his chest, one that Ichigo can’t stop Shiro from answering.

But Grimmjow stays surprisingly still, still enough that he tightens the grip on his hips and he mouths and licks and nips and sucks at his neck like he wanted, his chest pressed so tight to the other’s back he can feel his breathing quicken under his skin, can feel the muscle rippling with a shudder all the way down his spine.

“Kurosaki…” It’s said slow and tight like a warning, and yet there’s a needy tinge to it that makes it loose all its power.

“Ichigo,” he corrects him more confidently, mouth still pressed to his neck and his hands petting his sides soothingly. He’s not entirely sure what he wants anymore, but this is nice, he could touch and kiss and suck mindlessly at Grimmjow’s skin for hours; even after a dark, slithering, thing whispers in his mind that that’s just the possessive hollow instinct in him acting up.