#itoshi Rin

[ryuichirou]

best example

[neeeooon]

Good morning, Elle. So, I read your cuddling position series and it got me thinking. Then, what happens if Reader needs to get up in the middle of night? Like she needs to go to the toilet or get a glass of water?

i used the different format thing again cause i think it’d fit here :) thank you for the request!

when you sneak away while cuddling

bf bllk x gn!reader. fluff, crack, slight cussing in the first one

wakes up right away. “um, excuse me, what the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asks groggily, completely unserious with awful bed hair sticking up in all angles. “i’m getting water..?” blinks as he props himself up on his elbows, still very sleepy and confused. “can i have some?”

-> shidou ryusei. isagi yoichi. otoya eita.

wakes up when he notices you aren’t there and clumsily rolls out of bed to find and follow you around. appears in the open doorway and scares the living daylights out of you. “fuck! babe! why are you just standing there?!” and he rubs his eyes before continuing to stare at you in silence until you finish wash your hands and return to bed

-> nagi seishiro. bachira meguru. itoshi rin.

lowkey panics when he wakes up and you aren’t there. suddenly very away as he rolls around, searching the bed for any sign of you before jumping to his feet and flipping on the light. when you appear with a glass of water in your hands, he sighs in relief and sinks onto the bed. “please come back to bed…”

-> kunigami rensuke. karasu tabito. barou shouei.

doesn’t realize you’re missing until you try to crawl back into bed. grumbles, half-asleep, and peeks his eyes open to find you staring back with a shy smile. “sorry. did i wake you?” he’ll ignore you and let you slip back into your spot. “nope.”

-> itoshi sae. yukimiya kenyu. mikage reo.

[ode2rin]

new boyfriend rin would never ever, under any circumstance, admit that he likes the pet names you call him. well… unless you would stop doing it. (also me pushing the bffs to lovers pipeline)

You must be upset with him, Rin is convinced so. It’s the only logical and sensible explanation behind this unusual behavior. 

And he's going mad about it. Itoshi Rin is going mad any second now if he can't get to the bottom of this, he’s certainly convinced.

Every instinct screamed that your recent behavior was a reaction to something he'd done, but what? Was it the late replies to your text messages? No, you knew he was at practice and you told him you didn’t mind. Was it about the souvenir he brought back home to you from Paris? Sure, you teased him about its impracticality, but nothing that warranted this icy distance.

Or maybe it was something he said now? It must be, right? Everything boils down to his reckless poor choice of words, he supposes.

Slowly, Rin approached you by the couch you’re seated in. With your attention preoccupied by the selection of shows you’re browsing, you settled on looking at him briefly through your peripheral vision. Amused by how he’s slightly tiptoeing around, you let out a half-suppressed laugh to yourself. 

He looks like a cat sometimes, you thought from the sight. And acts like one too. Like a big black cat who would hiss at you if you looked at him funny, or one that would bite your hand if you stopped petting him to sleep. Funny how Rin could be like that too.

The moment Rin settles into the plush comfort of the couch, he gazes at you through lowered lashes, trying to read the play of emotions on your face, if there’s any. 

There’s nothing worth noting, and he doesn’t know if that should assure or bother him.

“Are we… alright?” he drawled.

What the fuck. He did not just sound like that. 

He did not just ask that and sounded like an anxious pathetic wet cat who just had a new home waiting for its owner’s permission over anything (highly specific because he’s a bit dramatic). Just what kind of loser have you reduced him into, really.

Oblivious of the internal turmoil in Rin’s mind, you turn to him, “Hmm? Yeah? Why’d you ask?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled. It’s enough that he already humiliated himself for the way he asked if the two of you were cool— doing it again by exposing himself that he thinks you’re mad plainly because he hadn’t heard you call him a pet name (like you always do) would be mortification in its final form.

“Okay, Rin.”

That’s it. This needs to end. Forget humiliation. He would rather choose to feel pathetic over any day than continue with this charade.

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Why would you think that?” you asked back instantly, shocked and extremely confused because of your boyfriend’s question. You’re literally just looking for a movie the two of you can watch— how is that any indication of being mad at him?

“Just answer the question,” he fumed, impatience settling on the furrow of his brows.

You said in the beginning of your relationship that you didn’t appreciate the silent treatment and guessing games, so don’t you think it’s hypocritical of you to do the same to him? (You’re not, but he just doesn’t know that.)

“I’m not mad at you, Rin.”

“You so are!” 

“I am not! But you, yelling and instigating it are making me right now!” you countered, voice hinted with irritation, “What is your problem, Rin?”

There it is again. Rin rose from the couch to face your sitting form, as if standing would better prove his point. “See? You’re calling me Rin!” he blurted.

“Well, maybe because it’s your name?!”

“Not to you, it’s not!”

A beat of surprised silence. Until your lips grew to such a wide smile that made Rin physically feel his heart melting. 

Yet, in Rin’s true fashion, he’ll never let you know how much air you knock out of him because of your beaming smile. Instead, he’ll say something along the snarky lines of, “Stop smiling like that.”

“Did my big bad grumpy Rinnie here thought we’re on a fight because I hadn’t call him baby?” you ask, purposely stressing out the words to disarm him more.

With a feigned exasperation, he comments, “I forgot how annoying you are.” 

“And I forgot how childish you can get sometimes,” you countered.

“I’m not childish.”

“You don’t mind me calling you Rin then?”

Rin rolled his eyes at you, but you know better than to put meaning to it. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you. With a swift tug, Rin pulled you closer, closing the distance between you effortlessly. His arm found its way around your waist, drawing you snugly against his chest.

“But I don’t see why you need to…” Maybe he could be a bit childish.

“I thought you didn’t like it,” you shyly muttered, drawing shapes in his arm. “The pet names, I mean,” you clarified, sensing the confused look he’s probably giving you behind.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He is baby. He is Rinnie. Fucking hell, that’s so loser of him to even voice it out in his own mind. 

“What? You call me by my name!” you defensively pointed out.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like your nicknames of me,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.

The pet names— they were more than what they served. It was important to him more than what he would admit. 

They were a secret language, a way you marked him as yours. A reminder that he wasn't just Rin anymore— just your friend.

He was now something more, something special.

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Besides… I love your name,” he whispered, his voice velvet against your hair.

It’s tender— no, it makes him tender. Saying your name has been the softest, kindest, and most tender way he’s used his words for. 

Maybe it’s a little pathetic, feeling this undone by a name. But then it’s you. 

It was your name— a name he could whisper with adoration, a name that belonged only to him to claim. 

You melt to his words, leaning deeper into his chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips, the sound swallowed by the warmth of his embrace.

Looking up at him, your eyes held a softness he often found himself getting lost in, “I love your name too, but I also like calling you pet names. Is it okay?”

“Whatever you decide.” He’s yours, either way.

note. this is basically rin being "my nameeee is whatever you decideeeee and i'm just gonna call you mineeee i'm insane but i'm your baby!!!!" yeah that song basically.

[anglbunny]

"say it again" ♡ Rin

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, masturbation, enemies to..?, on call

"𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑦" - 𝑑𝑜 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑦𝑠

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

You had to call your very annoying, and obnoxious classmate who you hated very much. The Rin itoshi. A star at your uni, which you didn’t know how, cause he always walked around campus with a look that said ‘speak to me and i’ll put your ass in wet cement’. Yet everyone loved him and you know how the story goes. 

That was until your professor had the very genius idea of assigning a project which you had to do with partners. The plot twist, he picked the partners. 

Maybe dropping out and becoming a house wife to some rich man wasn’t all that bad. 

You groaned knowing who your partner will be before it was even announced. Of course it was Rin, as if the other 200 people in your class didn’t exist. 

So that's how you ended up here. On your bed, phone in hand, looking at the number you had written onto your keypad, thumb shaking over the call button. You closed your eyes before finally pressing it. 

He surprisingly picked up on the second ring. 

“What?” his voice came through, rough, mean. Is that usually how he greeted people? 

“Uhh.. the project, rin. Or did you forget?” 

“Oh. yeah.” he mumbled, clearly not wanting to be here. 

You and rin started working on shared documents until it was just you talking. Rin had gone silent, and you were too caught up to realize. 

“...and so if we made this one.. Um.. yeah this one look like the one in the example, it’ll show the… Rin?” you said, quirking an eyebrow, did he just leave without giving you a heads up? He was still on call, you could see that. 

“God, did you really just get up and leave while i’m in the middle of explaining?? You’re such a fucking asshole” you muttered, falling back onto your bed, looking up at the ceiling. 

“I hate you” you said, your eyes widened when you heard a quiet groan from his end of the call. 

Heavy breathing. “Say that again” he whispered, his voice quieter, more airy. He.. what was he doing? Why did he sound like- like. No he wouldn’t, right? You were silent, before rin spoke up again. 

“Fuck- yn, say that again” your lips quivered, the words not coming out your mouth.

“I hate you” you said again but this time you were unsure, quiet, you didn’t know how to sound. 

“Shit- keep going” he groaned “don’t stop talking” 

“Rin what the hell are you doing” you finally said, clenching your jaw and thighs at the same time. Your hand reached down, fingers grazing over your very wet panties at the thought of rin getting off to your voice.

And this time, he moans, he actually moans, you hear the rustling like his phone is getting shoved around in his bed. Your breath is caught in your throat, you can hear him doing it, not only his moans but the way his hand is moving along his length. You bit down on your lower lip, impulsively slipping your hands down your panties. Oh she’s needy for attention. Your fingers move along your folds, collecting your slick on the pads of your fingers. 

“I hate you.. I hate you, rin. Hate you- your stupid, pretty face and your annoying voice.. And i-” you whimper when rin groans your name, you can hear him holding back. Quiet moans and whimpers fall from his lips, making you throb around nothing. 

“More..” 

“You’re pathetic,” you whisper, unsure if it’s for him or for yourself.

A shaky groan slips through the speaker. He moans your name. Really moans it. 

And suddenly, the silence isn’t so empty anymore.

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A/n: cause wtf, rin whimpering>>

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[Masterlist]

[strawberymilkk]

[sherry-l]

[jenoutof10]

someone save my boy

based on this post by @habibisagi

[moneysyan]

What if instead of football they use cars and what if instead of boys they are girls

[casey0w0]

Rin experiencing joy and whimsy since hes had a rough day 💔

[justcat-judging]

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐭

You were peacefully decorating the little Minecraft house you and Rin built together—he insisted on stone brick walls ("they're stronger, stop trying to use pink wool") while you added flower pots and lanterns when suddenly—

"Hey," Rin said, voice suspiciously soft through your headset. "Come here."

You turned around in-game. He was standing in the corner of the bedroom, next to two red beds—placed one block apart.

"What’s up?" you asked, rearranging item frames.

"…Can we… move the beds closer?"

You blinked.

"Like, next to each other?" you teased, already grinning.

"…Yeah."

You slowly walked over, broke the block between them, and slid yours right next to his. No space. Cozy. Perfect.

Your character jumped in place once. His stayed still—but you knew he was flustered.

"You wanted to sleep next to me?" you said.

"No," Rin muttered. " wanted to save space."

"...We literally have an entire room."

"Shut up," he said, but quieter. "It looks better this way."

You placed a sign at the foot of the beds:

"Rin & Y/N’s Love Nest"

He immediately punched it.

"I will log off."

You giggled, replacing the sign when he wasn’t looking. Rin just stood on his bed, staring down.

"…This means we’re married now," you said casually.

Rin paused.

"...Fine," he said, turning away. "But don’t expect me to wear a tux."

"It's fine, we gonna wear matching shark jumpsuits!" He looks at you dumbfounded.

"What?"

𝑨/𝒏: 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔!!

[neeeooon]

shut me up ;

18 | count your days

ft. fem!reader & chigiri, kunigami, reo, nagi, bachira, sae, isagi, shidou, kaiser, rin

cw. cussing, kms/murder jokes, kaiser being a jerk x2, fans thirsting over the bastardz, sex/pussy jokes

masterlist // previous (ch 17) // next (ch 19)

notes -> i have an idea for a ch wayyy in the future but it’s super dark SO do you want me to put cw’s on individual chapters or leave them in the series description/masterlist?

tags -> @x3nafix @n0tbelle @nensi @ohagiyo @tired-child00 @melinana @chaoslibra @kaidostwin @bubybubsters @miss-aesthetic-13 @ihsoti @arwawawa2 @lonigiri @realrintaro @mivqko @sorasushik1 @pookalicious-hq @higuchislut @tofumiarchives @p1z-d0n7jud6em3 @rainychi2 @ch4rstxr @sapph1r3x @sagging-saging @5-laska @tuna-toes @seinuis @sindulgent666 @evilari111 @newinhalerpls @kisses2kanao @sugacor3 @meizumi @90s-belladonna @meowstertruck420 @kyutiipie @ranzess @nevvynev @stwberri @mikeymyfav @dontmindtheevie @kaikaidenkai @mizukiblogs @ravenbc @beoms-sugar @cyberasterrr @lily-isalittlegirl @yourlocaleffy @hanamatopoeia

© neeeooon, 2025

[narcjsistx]

entirely based on this fanart that OH MY GOD i love so much!! honestly the whole card playing world interests me, but betting money... HELL NAHHH BROOO :( all fanart credits go to @strawberymilkk ♡

——— FULL HOUSE, ONE WIFE!

✶ pokerplayer!rin itoshi x fem reader ; words: 0.5k (520)

Even though there are at least twenty people around you, you can't shift your attention to them. Your gaze fixed on the cards, a perfect winning combination, shines tightly under the touch of your manicured hands with red nails: after at least two turns in which you have lost everything, you know that this time no one will take away your chance to steal the prize that you have not yet agreed with the other. You look up at your enemy and for the umpteenth time you can't read any emotion in his eyes, neither fear nor calm: there's no doubt that his nickname, "The Inpenetrable", is famous throughout the casino. Through Rin Itoshi's teal eyes you never know if he's going to go broke or if you're going to go broke

Asking him to challenge him after exchanging glances all night was probably not a great choice. You agreed to three rounds, two of which you lost almost every penny you earned this night. But you still have one more turn to go, and luck seems to be on your side: a perfect combination of all the cards needed to win is before your eyes, and you know for sure that at least half of his cards are not capable of making him win

"Are you going to throw down a card?" he asks, looking up, and you smile at him in satisfaction "One? Just one?" you ask, and throw your cards on the table, a gesture that raises a slight yel from the audience of your challenge. You look at him in satisfaction, resting your head in your palm "So, Rin Rin?" you ask teasing him, noticing how he is analyzing your cards one by one, as if to check if you have actually won correctly and fairly. You clap your nails in rhythm on the card table, glancing at his money "We said we could take whatever we wanted if one of us won with at least 350 points" you ask, and you’ve just made 355, while he’s at 340 "I want your money. Every last penny" you say, and he sighs

"I'm more than happy to give them to you..." he says, running a hand through his hair, taking one last look at his cards. Another perfect combination, at least twice as strong as yours, is gently placed on the table by the game. Your breath catches in your throat as you see his score rise dangerously to 500, while he remains composed "... after all, husband and wife share everything, right?" he asks with inhuman calm

You stare at him transfixed, his words echoing in your head. Even if the people around you were talking, you wouldn't hear them "Sorry, what?" you ask smiling nervously, and a hint of a smirk curls on his lips "We said we could take everything. I want to take you as my bride" he says, resting his head on his crossed hands. You watch in shock, his full house shining on the table, sealing your fate. How can the two geniuses of this casino, the big "Blue Lock", get married?

[anglbunny]

more smut of streetracer!rin and he's very mean 🙏

shut up and take it ♡ street racer!rin

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, heavy degradation, doing it on the hood of the car, reader wears a skirt,

"𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛" - 𝑓𝑚$ 𝑏𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑧

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

The garage door slams behind you. Rin’s hand still very tightly wrapped around your wrist, dragging you past the various colour cars and pushing you back against one of them. 

You gasp, hands gripping the hood for balance, rin’s eyes narrow on you before stepping in closer, forcing your face up to look at him. 

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you stay quiet, body trembling beneath him. 

“Laughing at an NPC's joke, touching up his arm while i was in a race, or you thought i wouldn’t notice, huh?” rin’s voice is rough, mean, your eyes burn, you can't bring yourself to reply.

“Yn, answer me, i swear to fuck you’re testing my patience” he pushes you down onto the hood, large hand tightly wrapping around your throat. 

“Rin, it wasn’t.. You saw wrong” you whisper quietly. He doesn’t need to hear anymore, he flips you, face coming in contact with the cool metal, he has your arms pinned behind your back and skirt flipped you. He pulls down your soiled panties, dropping them to your ankles. 

Without any warning he shoves three fingers inside your warm cunt, he keeps you pressed against the car as you cry out for him. The fingers themselves were so thick, it was too much to handle already. 

“So wet. Do you get off on pissing me off?” he sneers, curling his fingers just right to have you arching your back for him. 

You gasp, hips jerking—his fingers don’t stop, and his thumb’s now pressing firm circles against your clit. It’s fast. It’s ruthless. 

“Don’t fucking moan,” he snaps, voice ice. “You’re not allowed to enjoy it. You’re just a hole right now.”

Your knees go weak. You bite down on your bottom lip, tears hitting the hood of the car. 

“You’re a slut” he whispers against your ears, pulling his fingers out and cleaning them off on your skirt. “What are you?” 

“Your.. slut” your voice breaks up, rin smirks, keeping your hands in a firm hold. Pulling his raging erection out his pants and lining himself up against your entrance. He doesn’t say anything, just slams inside, drinking up the way you cry for him, the way your pussy can barely stretch around him cause he’s so big for you. It feels like he can split you open with a single thrust. 

one hand wrapped tight around your throat, the other holding your wrists behind your back.

He fucks you like he hates you. Fast, brutal, each thrust rocking your body up the hood. The metal is cold. He is colder.

“You don’t get to cum unless I say,” he growls, fucking you deeper. “You get that?”

You nod, whimpering, tears prickling your eyes from the stretch, the sting, the pace.

“You’re just my toy. My stress relief.”

But his hand tightens on your throat when he says it, his hips slamming even harder.

You want to cum—you’re close, everything is raw and pulsing—but Rin’s voice snaps again,

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

You bite your lip, eyes rolling back, legs shaking.

And that’s when he lets go of your throat, grabs your jaw, and forces you to look at him.

“Beg,” he breathes. “Beg for your reward like the filthy bitch you are.” 

“Please rin- please, lemme cum, i’ll be good from now on, i promise” you cry out, your body rocking higher with each thrust. He groans, dropping his head down to the crook of your neck, biting down and marking you up. 

You scream his name as he pulls an orgasm out of you, the most back arching, eyes rolling to the back of your head type of orgasm,  your pussy flutters around his thick length and he quickly finishes inside of you, filling you up with his warm seeds. 

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A/n: this made me eat my phone, i live for degrading,

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[Masterlist]

[tsukimirecs]

BLUE LOCK // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works. credit for divider

itoshi rin

bitter truths

( i love you )

no fear

chose yourself too

love story

why are you at my door at 10:57pm?

wont you lend me your faith?

sweet glances

michael kaiser

voyeur to belonging

how to subtly show someone you're interested

seasons

when stars can't hold their weight, they explode

liebevoll

the instrument

anyone but you

bachira meguru

another word for homesick. (i want to say your name again)

heatwaves

rosy glasses

you arrive like a dream

yoichi isagi

you'll never find a love like mine

letters to a striker

the priorities of isagi yoichi

ravenous

seishiro nagi

my precious treasure(s)

one pure thing of intimacy an love

i'm your number 1

the obvious truth about nagi seichiro's girlfriend

your flower

reo mikage

stars you only see during the day

august 12th

[chigsprincess]

Random relationship crack

hc: kaiser michael, isagi yoichi, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, barou shoei

Kaiser Michael

You don’t speak a word of German, but you always send him random videos like this: (<3) and he is so fucking confused every time he opens them.

Isagi Yoichi

The first time you two went on a date, he accidentally rambled on about football for half an hour straight, and you nodded along with a small smile, pretending that you understood what he was talking about. Nerd.

Chigiri Hyoma

He brings you along to meet the stray cat he feeds every time you go over to his house, but the cat is literally never there. You think he is schizophrenic.

Itoshi Rin

Tries his best not to call you lukewarm, but it’s so built into his vocabulary he can’t stop. Puts 500¥ in a jar every time he does it, and saves it until he has enough to take you on a fancy date.

Nagi Seishiro

He used your toothbrush so much by accident, you literally had to hide it in a drawer.

Bachira Meguru

You two got matching tattoos together when you got drunk, and now you have a dolphin on your ankles like a soccer mom from the 90’s.

Barou Shoei

Comes over and cleans your apartment when you are at work and clearly stressed out. Never outright admits it, just tells you the cleaning fairy came again.

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