#last years bday sucked ass

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hey did.. yall know… im turning 21… holy carp

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yall heard of this diva project?

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aali………please please tell us exactly what Rin said about Isagi not being able to fuck that had Egoist Yoichi baby boy fuck reader right in front of Rin 😭 i KNEED to know I must know babes or I’ll go insane

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚—  lost in the lights, out of my mind + yoichi isagi, rin itoshi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — rin itoshi has a bad habit of dishing out what he can't take and a locker room fight with his rival, yoichi isagi, leaves him in the most vulnerable place he'll ever be in. all because of his little unrequited crush on you.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! heavy!smut, porn with some kind of plot, characters aged up to 20s, established relationships (with isagi), unrequited love (rin lmao), some crushing, manipulaton, reverse cuckholding (?), voyuerism, unprotected s!ex, clothed s!ex, fingering (f!receiving), finger sucking, nipple play, body worship, dry humping, multiple orgasms, male masturbation, overstimulation, edging, orgasm control, aftercare, light!degradation, light!dacryphilia, light!sub/dom dynamics, sort of a threesome, creampies, psychologically tormenting rin lmao!!! pro player!yoichi isagi, pro player!rin itoshi, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 8.5K.

⭑ notes — happy birthday tew me!! this is my gift to you all, i feel like its such a tradition for me to post something on my bday like i have for the last three years so here you are!! anon, i am so sorry this took so long, i hope you like this... i lost my mind writing it but it was sososo much fun!! enjoy my loves <3 m.list / fic that this refers to (you dont need to read it to understand!) ✩

if there’s one thing rin hates more than anything, it’s losing. after a sour defeat, three goals to a frustrating two, emotions are running high and the locker room fills with an atmosphere so tense even a butcher's knife couldn’t cut through it. it suffocates the boys as they flood into the room, defeatedtly shoving their cleats and water bottles into their cubbyholes — their breathing ragged and muscles aching. 

the silence is shattered by a vicious snarl from blue lock’s main star, yoichi isagi, as he walks in last and heads straight for his rival. “way to fucking go, rin! your stupid little act just cost us the entire game.” the striker bares his fangs, frothing like a rabid dog. “you happy now?” 

“oh fuck you, isagi. were all your shots supposed to be that half-assed? or was that just a weak attempt to impress your little girlfriend up in the stands.” rin fires back, equally as riled up, throwing his sweat soaked shirt into his designated cubby for this game. 

the rest of the team knows not to intervene when two of their best players go head to head, slowly retreating to the showers and changing out of their kit. rin is too highly strung, everything is his way or the highway and everyone is beneath him. isagi is hot headed, switches up on you faster than you can say your own name — and only gets worse if you mention his girlfriend during a fight. 

for a moment, the dark haired striker’s face falls and his deep blue eyes cloud with something rin itoshi only ever sees on the pitch. but isagi quickly recovers, offering the other player a tight lipped smile. 

“let’s keep her out of this, yeah?”

that only makes rin want to double down. 

his relationship with isagi is complex — he’s better than the guy in every way he knows is possible, and yet he envies him. no matter what rin does, his fellow player will always have some kind of leverage over him. whether it be sae’s approval, ego’s favouritism, you. the history between the three of you is even more confusing and flustering, and to this day, rin still doesn’t know who he wants or hates more. jealousy reaches its boiling point at  the forefront of his mind, it’s perplexing and he hates the way it makes him feel — like he’s out of the loop, out of control and it only makes rin want to lash out at isagi more.

so he does. 

he pokes and prods at isagi, twists at the parts of him that really set him off because he has no other way to cope and no other outlet for his build up of emotions. 

“she must be embarrassed,” rin drawls as if he’s enjoying taunting his teammate, though his face shows no signs of it. “to have a boyfriend who can’t even play soccer without looking luke-warm or mediocre. this is your job. your life. and yet, you’re still not getting it. you’re nowhere near being on the same level as me.” 

isagi grits his teeth. “i’m warning you, rin. quit while you’re ahead.” 

but he can’t, he won’t. not until he makes isagi hurt the same way he does. for losing this match, for losing control.

“if soccer is your life and you’re this bad at it, then i wonder what else you suck at,” the younger itoshi brother adds coldly with the petulance of a child still learning how to navigate how he feels. standing up to his full height, rin smirks as if he’s finally put his enemy into place. he lets his emotions spill into every word he says until they weigh down his tongue and all he can spit out are phrases of malice. “being a good boyfriend? fucking her right?” 

satisfaction curls around rin’s beating heart as isagi looks to him; wide eyed and bewildered. there’s nothing like reminding someone where they belong in the food chain. beneath rin itoshi and never above. isagi flounders like a fish before him, searching for words of defence that never come and when rin thinks that the shorter of the two might finally say something — the door to the locker room creaks open and in comes…

you.

if there’s another thing that rin hates, it’s how weak you make him feel — especially when he knows that you’re out of reach. not his to touch. to hold. to keep. you can’t be the reason he feels so open an exposed, like a patient on an examiners table, because he can’t have feelings for you anymore, because you belong to isagi. your heart beats for him and that makes rin sick. 

he wants to hate you, even though you’re sweet and kind and understanding. even though you step into the room wearing isagi’s number with doe eyes that glisten underneath the white artificial light. even though your voice fills him with warmth when you call out for your boyfriend (not him) and say. “yoichi, is everything okay?” in that mawkish tone that sends shivers down the length of rin’s spine. 

and like he’s been snapped out of a trance, isagi looks away from rin’s face and searches for comfort in your own — his body instinctively gravitating towards you for affection. “yeah precious, what are you doing here?” he grins at you like he wasn’t just about to rip rin’s throat out with his teeth. “thought i was meeting you outside.” 

“yeah but…some of the other boys and your manager got worried that something was happening between you and rin, so i came to check on you…i hope that’s okay?” you’re so good, well behaved and it’s all for isagi. it makes rin want to scream, rip his hair out, hurt something but he can’t. he won’t because he’s never been good at feelings. he has his older brother to thank for that. 

rin watches the interaction between you both like he’s on the outside looking in. isagi treats you like you’re the world encompassed into one being. yet, there’s a glint swirling in those ocean eyes rin despises so much. “more than okay, baby…actually, i think you might be able to help us make up.” isagi hums, twirling you in his arms until your back is to his chest and you’re facing rin now too.

“…i can?” regrettably, your interest is piqued. isagi has that look in his eye, the one that he gets when he’s scheming and he has all the cards in his hands. except this time, he’s not looking at you. 

rin itoshi seems to be the target of your boyfriend’s games tonight — and you, a mere chess piece on the board. 

“mhm…” yoichi’s voice drops, brushing over the patch in your brain that controls your pleasure. you know that voice, you’ve heard it a million times before…during showers, early in the morning, right after games. the way he speaks switches up whenever isagi wants you. “you see, pretty girl, rinnie over here—“ the striker juts his chin out in the direction of his rival, using the sweet little nickname he knows you have for him. “doesn’t think i can be a good boyfriend, thinks i’m embarrassing, thinks i can’t fuck. would you say any of those statements are true?”

you frown, lips drawn into pout and brows creased where they meet in the centre. “n-no! of course not.” 

and rin thinks he might die there and then, with you looking at him like you’re disappointed in his opinion. 

for as long as he’s known you, you’ve never cared about the feud between himself and your partner but this particular comment seems to bother you. upset you. and as much as he pretends to be indifferent towards you, the last thing rin itoshi wants to do is hurt your feelings. he’s never quite known what it’s like to care for someone — aside from sae, pre-spain. so for him to consider your feelings with every interaction you have is weird, at least for him. you’re a baffling enigma to rin, he finds himself drawn to you like a moth to a candle flame and finds comfort in your sugary conversation and polite laughter. 

you seemed to like rin, for all his awkwardness and lack of charm. you had once called him cute despite his rough exterior and cold nature — leading him to believe that he could maybe try a little harder for you, be with you. that was, at least, until isagi came along and swept you off your feet with boyish smiles and rose tinted cheeks.

isagi could do with you what rin couldn’t do for himself. 

be open with his admiration for you.

for a second, you cut the connection between rin’s aquamarine eyes and your own to glance back up at your boyfriend. 

“we should prove him wrong, then.” 

“but rinnie— i mean, rin,” you correct yourself when isagi tightens his grip on you as you try to diffuse the situation as best you can. “he wouldn’t… he doesn’t care about stuff like that. i know you’re a good boyfriend. isn’t that all that matters?” but in a twisted sort of way, you like that he’s a little pissed off, that rin is there watching you all loved up on each other too.

you feel his excitement press into your behind, arm wrapping around your tummy this time. “you’re all that matters to me,” isagi affirms because it’s true. he shouldn’t really care what rin thinks, but he left his rationality on the pitch. he’s pissed off and he lost and all he can think about is fucking you up and proving his point. soothing his ego. his flirtatious voice tickles the shell of your ear and sends a strong current of electricity straight down to your centre. “but baby, i wanna fuck you. don’t you want him to watch? help me prove that i’m so fucking good to you?” 

he just can’t let it go, not this time. 

is it because he thinks rin’s words are true? that he’s not good enough for you? that you might even deserve better than a man that puts his heart and trust into soccer? 

yoichi loves you so much he think he might rip stars from the sky, and maybe the the sun if you’d asked him to. he’s so good to you, he knows that. you know it too, but he wants to prove it. 

have the one up on rin just this once. 

you give a slight nod of your head because maybe you’re just as much of an egoist as isagi. you don’t want him to doubt himself, he’s the best in japan. in the world. at soccer, at loving you too. he deserves to show off that much. so you agree, hesitantly, “but, yoichi… rin is still…” you say. not that you care, you’ve partially forgotten that itoshi still exists — isagi’s loving touch as he feels you up from over your jersey provides a perfect distraction. 

he’s always like this with you, makes you feel like you’re the only two people in the room.

“don’t worry precious. he’ll look but he won’t touch, unless he asks and you say yes. right, rinnie?” 

it’s the first time in minutes that either of you finally acknowledge rin. the stretching silence filled with ragged breathing and the rustling of clothing as rin watches you lose yourself to lust. to isagi.

“right.” he scoffs like he doesn’t care, barely able to tear his eyes away from your slither of skin revealed as you pull up your jersey to give isagi better access.

“spread your legs baby, lemme see that pretty pussy. wanna show her off.” isagi hums in satisfaction but he doesn’t push, letting you lead. “you want it any way, precious? tell me what you need, i’ll give it to you.” his hands run down to your soft tummy, resting just above the hem of your boy shorts while he grinds into you from behind. “just wanna make you feel good.”

choices, choices.

the ghost of yoichi’s touch along your skin, a thumb on your faint adam’s apple, then over your nipple — it makes saliva pool heavily on your tongue and your eyelashes flutter. “w-what do you think, rinnie?” you gasp, lifting your head to face him. 

the younger itoshi swallows thickly. “fingers.” he says without hesitation. “you gotta prep her first, idiot.”

“still so rude, rin,” your boyfriend tuts mockingly. “c’mere. get ‘em nice and wet for her.” isagi points to his mouth — gesturing for his rival to open up for his fingers. 

“fuck off, isagi. i-i’m not— you’re not going anywhere near me.” 

“oh come on, you’re the one that wanted to prep her. my girl can take it with or without.” isagi presses, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a cocky smirk. “this was your decision, remember?” 

the mere thought of doing anything remotely sexual with yoichi has the fortress of rin itoshi’s mind crumbling, starting with it’s foundation. he’s not disgusted by the idea, no, but he fears letting his mask slip. “if you’re not willing to take care of her properly, then you’re just proving my point. you’re half-hearted. lukewarm. you don’t care to fuck her proper.” rin scoffs, ignoring the shake in his voice.

“please, rinnie,” you hiccup. “he won’t touch me if you don’t…p-play along.” 

but when it’s you, rin can’t ever seem to say no to you.

you’re like a siren calling out to him to drown himself in all that he desires — your saccharine and salacious strings of words setting his insides alight with wanton. begrudgingly, rin strides towards you both and grabs your boyfriend’s wrist with flaming cheeks, heart hammering in his chest so hard he’s afraid you might hear it and think him weak. 

the gentle part of his lips encircle two of isagi’s fingers and is tongue, once tucked away behind rows of brilliant white teeth, breaks free from its barrier to roll over the slender digits — glazing them in a of spit. rin feels degraded, it pours through him in the same thickness as his blood and replaces all the oxygen in his lungs. but then you look at rin like you want him, dainty gaze honed in on the way his tongue weaves between your boyfriend’s fingers and soaks them in his claim. he can’t help but grow more confident in the action.

but then yoichi reminds you both of his presence, thrusting into rin’s obedient mouth until his gags and his tropical ocean eyes blow wide in shock at the sound. isagi’s own blue pair drown in mirth. 

“satisfied?” rin let’s your boyfriend go with a wet smack of his lips, rasping his words out as he regains his breath. 

“not really, but she can help with that.” isagi sounds like he adores you, plunging his spit slicked fingers past your swell of your plump lips so you can get them even wetter for him. you seem eager, sucking on them as if you’re chasing the younger itoshi sibling’s flavour and the visuals make his cock twitch behind his elasticated shorts as he pictures you mouthing at the ache between his legs. 

once isagi is truly satisfied, he pulls out of your mouth and pats your cheek lovingly. “did such a good job, precious. i’m gonna touch you now, okay?” he doesn’t wait for you to respond since you’re too delirious, giggling on trickles of ecstasy from being pampered in your lover’s hold. his hand slips in between your plush thighs and underneath your clothes easily, yoichi dragging a single digit along the length of your puffy folds to get a feel for just how messy you are. you’re dripping with sweet juices, the scent of you intoxicating and potent to both boys as isagi eases the finger past your clenching hole experimentally. 

you hiccup and tremble, your head rolling back against his shoulder the more his thickness presses into you and stretches you out for later. rin can see just how much you make isagi’s skin shine with your wetness, clear strings of it oozing down your thighs and into the seat of his rival’s palm — all this from being barely touched? from watching rin suck on your boyfriend’s fingers so pathetically? you’ve barely been touched as it is.

it only makes the throb at rin’s core that much more painful. 

“don’t you even think about touching yourself to this. you’re lucky enough to even be watching her,” blue lock’s shining star grunts out to rin possessively, his voice laden with a lust that scratches at his throat. you whine out for more, hips jutting downwards to chase more of isagi and his attention switches back to you. “sorry for the wait, precious. there we go, is this alright? is this how you want it?” his softness has you melting like butter in a pan, isagi easing a second finger alongside the first before he curls them to bare down harshly on your g-spot.

the moan that escapes you is a far cry from your angelic nature in rin’s eyes, reminding him that isagi’s the one who cast you out of heaven. “m-more yoichi,” you squirm impatiently, back arching away from the striker’s chest as he used his free hand to toy with yours. “faster, c’mon—!”

“alright baby, relax. we’ll do whatever you want.” isagi moans back desperately, as if your pleasure is his pleasure. he changes the angle of his hand so that the back of it is facing rin, creating the visual of him cupping your sweltering, glistening pussy. you drool into the seat of his palm while he works you open, stroking your velvet and sopping insides like the tide lapping at the shoreline to indulge you and build the pressure that bubbles just under your naval. “oh, you like that? want me to rub your clit too? just like that precious,” 

the rough pad of his thumb draws signatures of love against your budding clit as your arousal pearls on it it. every push and pull of isagi’s fingers have you a syrupy mess, glinting under the artificial lights and only drawing rin’s eager gaze to the treasure between your thighs. when he looks to your face all he sees is your insatiable appetite and dire need to run after the high your boyfriend plans to give you. 

rin’s tongue darts out to wet the crack on his lips and he attempts to swallow the saliva that coats his tongue and floods his mouth — making it difficult for him to breathe. and if he does, manage to breathe in, the scent of you is intoxicating and fills rin with a level of desire his body can’t even handle. shame brews below the surface level of his skin, intertwined with the blood cells that surge through his veins and right to the tip of his shaft. 

he flinches as it pulses to life inside his briefs, pathetically wet from how wet you sound. 

“listen to that, fuck,”  isagi groans, his lashes fluttering against the side of your face the deeper he plunges two fingers into you. “cunt sounds so pretty baby. sucking me in like that, s’like you never wanna let me go.” 

the way isagi touches you is intoxicating — casting a dark veil over every thought that dares to cross your mind and clouding your better judgement. with him it’s easy to be this vulnerable and allow yourself to crumble to pieces in front of the hawk-like gaze of someone you know all too well. you find yourself not caring about the way rin watches you, pools of tropical ocean eyes dropping from your eyes to your pulsing sex where your boyfriend pinches and toys with your folds to get you wetter and wetter.

you’re fucking enjoying this. isagi knows it. rin knows it — the three of you trapped under the spell and vulgar scent of sex that mingles with the air you breathe in. you hardly feel bad for teasing the poor itoshi baby like this, finding the shaky mewls and squeals that you usually save for your boyfriend are a little louder than usual — spiking even higher when blue lock’s star egoist pulls back the hood of your clit to maximise your sensitivity and receptiveness to his touch, rubbing your juices into the little nub. 

“tell him how good it feels.” yoichi is so loving but oh so condescending, commanding the will of your body as he curls his fingers just right to brush over the spongy spot inside of you to make you see the gates of heaven. 

your pretty pussy gushes in response before you can, milky white running down isagi’s forearm as it gathers in the seat of his palm. you’re desperate to speak, but your mouth feels as if it’s been stuffed with cotton and your words are replaced by shaky and choked moans. between being finger fucked to the brink verge of collapse and watching rin try to grind against his boxers for friction — you don’t know how your boyfriend expects you to form a cohesive thought, let alone speak. 

still, you manage to stutter out some kind of praise to him. “oh god, f-fuck, yoichi!”

when isagi hits your g-spot, you spasm so hard you think you might die and at the same time, rin’s needy whimper echoes around the locker room as if to taunt him.  “she’s close,” rin bleats, the pain in his cock becoming too much to bare as he fumbles over the front of his shorts to reprehensibly relieve himself. “aren’t you gonna make her cum?” 

the question is meant with no malice or harm — more innocent than rin allows himself to appear and isagi quickly picks up on it, licking a hot stripe up from the base of your neck to just behind your ear. “you can always tell when my precious girl is close,” he scissors his fingers along your insides, clear strings of your arousal keeping him tied to you. “she clenches so fucking tight around me, like she wants to make me a mess and claim me. keep me all to yourself, right precious?” he coos to you slyly, stroking you into the shape of him and flicking at your clit — arousal gathering copiously between your pussy lips. “you wanna cum so bad, don’t you.” 

“y-yes!” you nearly scream, legs buckling beneath isagi’s ministrations, pumping in and out of your velvet walls with newfound motivation. 

pleasure grows inside of you bit by bit, as if isagi has laid the foundation for bricks of pleasure to stack up high and the fact that rin itoshi is watching you just cements it all together. “make yourself useful, and hold her up.” he instructs, lazily sucking marks into your skin. “so selfish, rin. just like always. getting yourself off while my precious girl’s a shaky mess. you could have been helping all this time.” 

a smile that could rival the devil’s tugs at your boyfriend’s wet lips when rin staggers forward to hold you up in the comfort of his arms. the path to what he wants has always been clear and isagi plays on that like it’s a part of the game you all play — knowing that rin would never give up the chance to hold you this close. you can feel the outline of his bulging cock against your tummy, the thought of it grinding inside you alongside isagi’s fingers doing nothing to sedate the desire coursing through you. your selfish need to cum. 

blood rushes through rin’s ears at he way you cling onto him life a lifeline. you might be creaming on yoichi’s thick fingers, letting them stretch you out in preparation for his even thicker dick, but right now — you need rin to ground you and keep you back down on earth. 

“can’t,” you whine over the lewd slushy sounds reverberating from between your thighs,  and bat your eyelashes up at the younger itoshi — pride internally rumbling in your chest as the black abyss of his pupils swallows his pretty green eyes. “can't hold it, ‘ichi.” there’s nothing greater to you than humbling someone like rin itoshi. he forgets that while you follow whatever pleasure is given to you, you’ll always be loyal to yoichi isagi. hearing you moan his name only shatters rin’s confidence. 

“let go for me, baby. cum all over me like the good girl i know you can be,” a deep groan takes hold in isagi’s chest, roots intertwining with his lungs and his very being. much like a sturdy tree. his thumb goes back to signing his name over it, gaze honing in between the sinful movement beneath your clothes. “get on your knees, rin. see how i fuck her nice and good.” 

doing as he’s told, rin bites back his humiliation and sinks to his knees before you — keening into your fingers as they move up to grip his broad shoulders and your nails dig into his milky flesh hidden by his kit. from here, gets a front row seat to your gushing sex and how it soils the tiny threads of your boy shorts stuffed between your fattened pussy lips. 

sex crazed hormones drift into the air, rattling about and colliding with kinetic energy as isagi picks up the pace — the seat of his palm now grinding against your clit, rubbing you raw and relentlessly. he bites down on your pulse point, and that’s really all it takes to throw you over the ledge. the stacks of ecstasy that had been building within the depths of your soul finally come crumbling down and your release shoots out of you, slapping to the floor in a crude manner.

“o-oh! ‘m c-cumming!” you cry out, feeling evidence of your orgasm blaze a trail down your inner thighs in clear streams as isagi guides you through it. rin doesn’t bother fighting his biological instincts, craning his head up for just a taste, a smell, anything — your sugary and musky scent sending him spiralling while heady precum oozes from his time painfully. 

“ah, ah fuck, baby. keep that orgasm goin’ for me, keep cumming. so pretty.” soft praises fall on your ears despite the white noise that overwhelms you, letting yoichi control the way you twitch and react with his large hands still working you through it all — perfectly nestled between your trembling thighs. you came so much, so sweet.” 

it’s like yoichi is in awe of you, kissing your cheek as you come down from your high — still clenching and fluttering around his fingers. the pair of you forget about rin sitting on the floor between your legs — bearing witness to the way your orgasm rhythmically drips out of you. it’d be foolish for both boys not to become obsessive over the way you guys. slowly, one of your hands leaves rin’s muscled shoulder to grip your boyfriend’s hair and tug him into giving you a wet and loving kiss.

“you always make me cum so hard, yoichi,” you praise him, your shaky voice sounding angelic to both men. “thank you, baby.” 

still licking his way into your mouth, isagi sighs in content, circling his hips into your ass. “all i wanna do is make you feel good,” he breathes his want into you. “are you okay to keep going? we can stop right here. rin doesn’t have to see anymore.” 

it’s only then that  you remember rin between your legs, discreetly humping the floor for some relief — practically shaking at how bad he wants you.

“you need me,” you say, hunger curling around the tone in your voice. “we can keep going.” 

isagi fucking loves you. he’s sure he’s never quite met anyone on the same level of ego and desire as him. maybe you’re both insane, beyond the brink of normalcy with enough danger between you to destroy the whole world — but instead you stick to ruining the man before you both, ripping his ego down until it’s nothing but measly pieces and rin itoshi can no longer look either of you in the eye.

a pair of eager lips land on yours once again — tasting of freshly cut grass and the sweat on your lover’s Cupid’s bow. you suck and bite on one another, leaving your claim visually on each other while your hearts remain tied. isagi grabs at your fleshy ass cheeks, takes your tongue down his throat and lets you own him just as much as he owns you while rin bares witness to your boiling and passionate love. 

familiar hands yank down your shorts and underwear in one go — desperately exposing your hot skin to the air conditioned room, causing a wave of goosebumps to erupt over your body in anticipation. excitement. “i wanna fuck you so bad, i can’t ever get enough of you, precious girl.” he whispers menacingly against the shell of your ear, like it’s a threat but instead directed towards the man at your feet. “‘m so lucky,” his hands wander again, cupping your cunt squeezing your waist and pulling the sweetest sounds from between your lips. “being the only one to have you like this.”

once again, you collapse forward and dig your nails into rin’s shoulders — relishing in the way he looks up at you like you’re a forbidden prize to be won. an angel. a diety. you smile at him, innocent and cute, whimpering a breath’s width away from rin’s lips as isagi arches your back for himself — peeling apart your juicy ass cheeks to set his sights on your glistening pussy. your squelching hole pulses around nothing, sending beading droplets of your arousal through your folds.

“hi rinnie,” you simper and struggle to keep your gaze focused on the athlete, feeling isagi rub his seedy hot cockhead against the entire length of his sex. teasing the both of you. “how’s are you doing?”

there’s so much he wants to say to you. to do to you. if rin had a little more confidence and higher self esteem — maybe he could acknowledge his feelings, he could kiss you, make you his, make you forget all about isagi. but rin is a coward paralysed by his own fear of feeling something real. he lets you walk all over him instead. both of you. 

“i’m good, how are you feeling?” he mumbles in response, all needy-like. you almost feel bad for him, revelling in the way rin tracks your moans, his mouth dropping open just like yours when yoichi drives his hips forwards and bullies his heavy cock past your fluttering entrance. “f-fuck, you’re so…”

“so what, r-rinnie?” 

“so pretty.”  

his eyes shine when he speaks, glossy with desire causing pride to curl around your heart and fan the flames of debauchery inside of you. isagi pulls back, his brows creasing in the centre of his sweaty forehead as he adjusts his tender grip on your hips and pulls his cock from the snugness of your drenched heat. he thrusts forward, hitting every pleasure spot he’s ever mapped out along the length of your slippery walls, making you shudder and press your forehead to rin’s for support. 

“pretty girl, how are you still so…” isagi grunts, high-pitched and borderline whiny, choking on the spit that pools against the pad of his tongue and slips out of the corner of his mouth. “so fucking tight. god, i needed this. needed you.” 

the way in which isagi yearns for you will never fail to make you melt, following your biological instinct which tells you to push your hips back and throw your ass back on him too. “it’s all for you, yoichi,” you drawl, a wet sigh lying on your glossy lips while your boyfriend's milky tips drags along your insides, churning you up just as he kisses your cervix. rin’s face crumples and you feel a little mean for getting lost in his rival right before his very eyes — but the other half of you enjoys the psychological torment  you’re putting him through. 

you like how at any point he could have gotten up and left yourself and isagi to your fun. but rin stays, because he likes the position of vulnerability you put him in. he trusts you, both you and isagi. 

yoichi pacifies himself by latching into your shoulder with pointed teeth, licking over the bite marks as his chest rumbles in content and his hips set a steady stream to fuck you with. his dark hair tickles your skin every time he pumps his cock in and out of you, feeding your body his lust for you and painting you with opaque layers of pre between your thighs. it mixes with your arousal, clear strings slinging against your legs each time isagi’s balls tap at your sensitive clit.

he breathes his ego into you, making your face burn, making you cry out until your throat is raw. isagi has always been able to fill you up so good, his cock is pretty — decorated with spiralling blue and green veins that hit spots you can’t reach with your fingers while is shaft slightly curves, up just enough to never leave your g-spot. even when he’s fucking you from behind. 

“oh precious girl, that’s it, throw it back on me,” isagi slurs, hardly able to focus on anything aside from the way you take him in — the lewd pap, pap, pap of your pussy rippling around him. “show me how you want it. how you want me to use this cock for you.” 

isagi tells you encouragingly between thready breaths. he’s always been a giver, his pleasure has always been your pleasure and his end goal to make you see stars when you cum. like you, isagi always finds a way to get what he wants. and he wants you to lose your mind to him. in front of rin. 

“right there, yoichi — need you right there!” comes your heavenly little whine as you throw your head back onto his shoulder for the nth time that evening. your attention tears away from rin for only a second, giving him the perfect view of your breasts that bounce as yoichi pounds you from behind and the crystallised beads of sweat that run down the collum of your throat. “y’so big, oh my god.”

“you, hah, you hear that rin? she keeps cryin’ my name, praising me like i’m her fucking god.” he somehow manages to snap to his rival.  

you have an inkling that yoichi going insane since his voice drips with a huskiness that lowers its octave.  he seems to lose his goal, however, succumbing to your selfish cunt that refuses to let him pull out and forces the striker to keep his thrusts deep and targeted inside of your heated core. 

bliss is pungent in the air, lays heavy across every inch of your mind and you find yourself succumbing to it — once mover digging your nails into rin’s shoulders until they form pretty crescent moons on the expanse of his milky flesh and you can use him as leverage to fuck yourself back on yoichi’s creamy dick. 

everything sounds so fucking nasty, and rin really can’t fucking help it. all of his shamefulness that once painfully panged at each of his nerve endings seems to have fizzled away into shameless. he finds himself no longer caring that his cock is pulsing from watching his friend ( his rival, his enemy, his … crush? whatever …) fuck the girl of his dreams to high heavens and back. with his emerald gaze laser focused on darting between your viscous and drenched cunt sucking yoichi in, and your angelic expression ( creased brows and perfectly pouty lips) — rin let’s his hand slip beneath his shorts to finally relieve himself of the ache. 

he hissed at the first contact with his erection, the sound quickly turning to pathetic blubbers that make his ears burn red at their tips — because it feels so good. finally touching himself in sync with isagi’s thrusts, getting himself off to the way he fucks you, loves you. torn between wanting to be either of you. it’s a large thing to admit to himself, sifting through a maze of lust, attraction. rin has been chasing after the want to be loved for so long and somewhere along the way it morphed into wanting to be between you both.

he won’t admit it out loud, however, but he feels lucky enough to watch right now. grateful that he pushed isagi this far.

the sounds of him jerking off his crying cock, rubbing at his slit from time to time, merges perfectly with the sinful symphony of your mewls, your cries and the weightly slap of isagi’s skin against your own. his guttural moans too, and his breeder’s balls smacking down wetly on your equally wet, puffy cunt. you catch on first, teary eyes drifting down to the movement beneath the younger itoshi’s clothes and then back up to his face — which looks lighter, relieved and less tense. 

“oh rinnie,” you coo, voice rising an octave — delighted by the sight in front of you and the way in which your boyfriend eagerly chases the hot grip of your abused, leaky hole. “y-you’re so cute… you like watching me get fucked that bad, hm?” 

“y-yes, god yes.” he lets out a choked moan in response, his throat dry from holding back and not having spoken in a while. 

you grin lazily and lift a hand from rin’s shoulder to cup his cheek, brushing away a stray tear with your thumb. one that he didn’t even know had fallen. “you’ve been such a good boy, watching so well ‘n listening to ‘ichi up until now…” even though your voice wavers, and you’re just as submissive to your boyfriend as rin is to you right now — you somehow manage to reach out to him, lick at the longing parts of his soul that crave affection like this. 

“he’s pathetic is what he is,” isagi rears his jealous head while slumping over you — aiming to steal your attention away. he’s rutting into you so fast that you swear you see a blinding white light, gushing down his dick and slicking him all up with your early release. “rubbin’ one off on your stupid cock to my girlfriend even when told not to. seems like you never listen, not on the field. not here. you just live to piss me off, don’t you man.” 

it’s humiliating for rin, but he likes it. stuck between your loving praise and isagi’s harsh words. “seeing her cum for me wasn’t enough for me to prove my point to you, but now she’s on my dick and you still won’t admit it.” he barks but doesn’t let up on fucking you senseless.

the hand that squeezes and tugs at rin’s sorely, hard cock only seems to move faster the more mean, embarrassing shit isagi spews at him. tearing the younger player down but making him feel this amazing. he can’t ignore the small spurts of pre cum that his iron hot tip releases just from having the two of you watching him. it’s evident in the dark stain that seeps through the fabric of his soccer shorts. 

his cheeks are flushed and his eyelids droopy as he looks up at you, palming himself to your very vision of beauty. the three of you are a mess. you can’t help but sequel like a lamb being dragged to slaughter between rin and isagi — who tears you apart by plunging into you as deep as he can go and pieces you back together with sloppy kisses to your back, tonguing at your neck possessively. 

isagi’s veiny hands grab at your ass next to pull you onto his thrusting cock, pushing anything that leaks out of you back into your clenching hole. he peels his sweat soaked chest away from your back and you whimper at the loss of his body heat — only to let out a surprised sob when he spits onto the point at which your bodies join, fucking the froth past your entrance. 

everything your boyfriend does to you, has a snowball effect on rin. he no longer holds back, wildly bucking his hips into his hand wishing it were your sluice sex, or your mouth. dying to have his hands all over you the way isagi does. you terrorise his thoughts but your moans and squeaks soothe him — dragging him closer and closer to his high. you’re dangerous, rin concludes, but it only makes him want to see you like this even more. 

meanwhile, you’re in no better condition — every time isagi bends you over and ravages you like this, you’re reminded of the many reasons why he is blue lock’s star player. his strong build from playing soccer all around the world pays off in he’s with you, making good use of his new found stamina to wreck your entire being and pound you all the way to hell. though yoichi is shorter and lean where rin is taller and agile, he never fails to make your brain void of any thought and your legs soft thighs  with how wet you are. he fucks you like he hates you, like he’s mad at you for your own existence but he speaks to you in ways that emulate love.

“you’re milking me, precious girl,” he mutters as if he’s in awe. “you want my cum that badly? you want me?” yoichi purrs, sending shockwaves through your system and right down to your pelvis — adding to the orgasmic knots that twist there, threatening to unravel at any second. “you’re so pretty, grinding up on me. so dirty, loving how rin watches you. my precious girl.”

“‘m yours, yoichi,” you reaffirm, preening into his touch as it cascades up and down your body like a rushing waterfall. “wanna cum, wanna cum f’you.” 

your admission is like a bullet to the chest for rin but he doesn’t want to give this up, revelling how you look down at him, his milky white dick and his blushing face  with an expression so sweet his teeth might rot and his ears fill with your honey-like voice — melting his brain. he wants this for as long as you’ll give it to him, for as long as isagi will allow him to witness it.

“i know baby, but you know what i want, feels so much better when you wait for me,” your boyfriend’s thrusts begin to grow sloppy and irregular — indicating the approach of his own high. but isagi knows you and your body better than anyone else, knows how to make you cum so hard that you might black out. you love to be edged, and you love him even more so. you’d do whatever he wanted and then some. and he would do the same for you. 

he throbs within your tightness, your pussy papping and pulsating, smeared with isagi’s thick precum that douses your puffy folds in white. the mix froths, creating a foamy ring of white at the thickest point of his length. “p-please, yoichi. i don’t think i can,” you wail in denial like you always do, the sound causing both boys to squeeze the base of their cocks and groan in unison — attempting to stave off their orgasms. “hurts so good.” 

rin is reminded of just how good his rival can fuck you. even when you’re desperate to cum (and he’s just as desperate to watch it happen again) — you still have a burning hunger for isagi to control your ecstasy. he wants to give up control like that too. with you, or with his destined enemy. liquid lust rolls down rin’s dick in large waves, his eyes threatening to roll back as he listens to your moans get higher and higher the closer you are. yoichi is in no better condition, growling and chasing after your cunt as your hips attempt to run away from him. 

“she wants to fucking cum, you idiot.” rin grunts, finding his voice amidst the sound of crying, moaning and skin on skin. “please, let her cum.” 

“why? so you can bust a nut to my fucking girl. jeez, rin. get a fucking grip.” 

maybe this is what makes isagi the bad boyfriend rin so desperately wants to make him. putting his pleasure above your own even though rin knows that’s far from the truth — almost relenting while he jerks off to the same pace that isagi fucks you with. but then you call out to him, like a siren from the high seas.

“rinnie, please touch me. h-help me cum.” 

his body moves on his own accord after that, the hand that’s not getting himself off to you and his so called friend reaching between shaky legs and salty skin to fumble with your clit awkwardly. rin has never touched a girl a girl before, not even like this. but he tries to recreate it in the way that isagi does, to listen to you moan for him and see you tremble above him.

“h-how’s that?” he breathes, watching in awe as your eyes roll back into your skull. 

“more.” you say. barking out the command while your cunt spews a fresh wave of juices onto rin’s hand.

your body seizes up, pleasured from all angles. between yoichi’s cock and rin’s calloused thumb drags random shapes over the pearl between your folds. “motherfucker….”  the curse spills from isagi’s lips before he can stop it and admit how fucking amazing it feels to have you tense around him, warm and wet. it’s worse when rin accidentally catches his cock as it slips in and out of you rapidly, churning up your insides. “fucking bastard. at least touch her properly, rub in circles.” 

rin does what he’s told, following the simple command and obediently flicking at your clit. it’s totally worth it, surrendering his autonomy to the older player just to have you tug at his hair and squeal his name. you jut your hips back and forth, meeting both boys in their bid to make you see heaven. your limbs threaten to give out on you, you pulse and pleasure tremors through you like an earthquake.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” you chant like it’s a prayer.

the world around you falls away as you’re finally pushed over the edge — a bright white light flooding your vision accompanied by static fizzling in your ears. rin watches you cum a second time as if he’s witnessing the eight wonders of the world, your cunt flooding with isagi’s cum at the same time that you squirt with ease. his load floods your womb, filling you up to the brim and you feel so good you might die. a scream tearing in your throat and the knots in your lower tummy rapidly unravelling. the both of you cumming together, at last.

you can’t help it, surging forward to press your lips against rin’s, kissing him hazily, your tongue prodding through his lips — licking into his mouth. rin creams his pants at the very sensation, damn near sobbing into your open mouth. “f-fucking christ, that’s so hot.” isagi whines, slowly pulling out of you and letting the crude mix of your arousals hit the floor. 

it’s only then that rin realises love is not binary.  there are no clear paths to achieving the perfect love. there hat tricks or dribble techniques. love is unwinding and binding and there are too many possibilities. and that scares rin, for him to love a girl he can’t have.

your knees buckle under the exhaustion of it all and rin reaches out to catch you before you can pull away and the oxygen from reality floods his brain again. he misses you when isagi reaches you first, coddling you in his arms and kissing all over your face to calm you down and reassure you. loving you in ways rin isn’t sure that he’s capable of. 

nosing your cheek, isagi coos out to you — his personality doing a complete 180. “you okay, precious. i wasn’t too hard on you, right?” 

you’re so happy to be in his arms, close to dozing off. “‘m okay, yoichi. you were perfect. you always are. i love you.” 

“do you need help getting to the showers? i can carry you there.” 

eyeing rin on the floor, you look back up to isagi and shake your head adoringly — knowing that they’ll probably need to talk this out without you.

“i’ll be alright, find me when you’re done here. okay?” 

the striker lets you back down and accepts a kiss on the cheek from you. you pad away to wash off — leaving him in silence with his younger counterpart. the tension fails to dissipate as they fix themselves, tucking away their dicks and floundering to speak. 

rin watches the way isagi longingly looks at the door, wanting to be with you instead of dealing with the consequences of his actions. it dawns on him then, that he literally cannot win against isagi, that perhaps he is better than rin in all ways possible. he’s a loser. he lost to you and to isagi. 

“i’m… i’m a good boyfriend. for her, yanno,” isagi says awkwardly after some time, scratching the back of his head shyly. “there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for her…but how much i love her doesn’t reflect in my plays and she knows that. the way i love her and love soccer are different. i could never blame my mistakes on how much i care for her. it would be on me. like today was on you.” 

rin can only blink back in response. “that’s true. i’m—“ he wants to apologise, but something inside him, something that he’d worked so hard to undo this past hour doesn’t let him. he can’t submit, be truthful and vulnerable. not when the setting isn’t as intimate as before. 

rin still can’t let go. 

something familiar — akin disappointment swirls in the blues and azures of yoichi’s eyes, but he doesn’t comment on rin’s silence. 

it reminds rin of his brother, sae. 

with nothing left to talk about, isagi nods quietly and shoved his hands in his pockets to head for the showers — no doubt to check up on you, be with you openly and happily, but pauses just shy of the door. he throws his head back to address rin once more. 

“oh and by the way,” isagi mumbles, pushing his tongue around inside his mouth and against his cheek. looking for the right words. as if he’s holding back — saying whatever comes next against his will. “she did really like you. so, every day i have to prove to her that i was the right choice, the better one. a good boyfriend. so don’t get it twisted. alright?”

he makes his exit shortly after — leaving the younger player with no time to respond.

and rin can’t tell if those words were supposed to comfort him or not. in fact, all they do is make him feel worse. 

[worstvideogamesong-poll]

Worst Video Game Song Tournament - Round 2 Match 3

The Fade - Dragon Age: Origins

VERSUS

Birthday Cake - Jet Set Radio Future

FIGHT!

I would recommend listening to as much as you can of each song before voting, but how you choose is up to you! Remember to be civil in the tags and replies!

Propaganda under cut:

The Fade:

"I linked the hour version because it’s accurate to the experience of playing the game. Imagine listening to this for like three hours straight. That same goofy ass sound over and over again in rapid succession. Imagine this being my last straw and me snapping and ripping every key off my keyboard one by one with my teeth."

"#dragon age origins is such a good dame but that song makes me want to throw up in a mix of laughter and rage induced insanity"

"That's the gordon ramsey your food tastes like vomit sound"

"Song that plays before the Gordon Ramsey boss fight"

"#reality tv dragon age"

"#Is that the fucking kitchen nightmares sting"

"#fuck the fade all my homies hate the fade"

"#the fade sucks . yea thats pretty bad. id want to also go crazy insane. i will not be playing that game. i stopped 2 minutes in."

Birthday Cake:

"Every time this comes on i have to mute the tv. It’s so bad i’ve been playing jsrf for fifteen years and i’ve hated this song for every second of it"

"HELP IT'S SCREAMING AT ME"

"#I FUCKING LOVE BDAY CAKE #it sucks ass!!!"

"#bday cake SUCKS"

"#birthday cake's vocals sound like they were torturing it out of the singer"

Feel free to add more propaganda in the tags and replies, or send it to me in the ask box and I'll try to share it as soon as I can!

[marcusrashforddefender]

Leicester v. United 16-03-2025

pulled an all nighter last night and absolutely PASSED OUT during HT

don’t fear tho i went back and watched the 2nd half after i awoke

rasmus and garna broke their goalscoring drought woooo! hope this restores their confidence

HEAVEN NO 😭😭 it’s cuz we a devil club smth always gotta go wrong

not used to seeing pretty footy from this team and it’s jarring

knock on wood we have been improving quite a bit recently…giving me hope

Bruno Fernandes.

starting Xl:

Onana: thought he wouldn’t be starting today, leicester suck, didn’t have much to do

Heaven: this guy was a BARGAINNNN fuck u arsenal. injury looked mad painful, hope he’s alright after intl break

Lindelof: why do we got this guy starting in the lord’s year of 2025?? vardy owned him

De Ligt: brilliant today. thank u ten hag

Mazraoui: deserves this intl break to relaxxxx. busts his ass out there every game, currently fasting, mr. consistent

Dalot: not as controlled as he was vs sociedad. switched to the right after nous went out and was a lot better working with bruno

Bruno: this guy just cannot stop. a goal and two assists how is he real. 31 G/A in MARCH for the worst united side ever. 🐐.

Ugarte: did not take it easy after returning from injury bro was RUNNINGGG. so glad he’s back. but loving casemiro revival wanna see him more

Eriksen: was a lil shocked to see him in the 10 but stayed comfy after a rocky start

Garnacho: back on the scoresheet!! more to come🤞

Hojlund: deserved at least 2 goals vs sociedad, finally got one today. leicester’s defense was AWFUL but glad he’s got his goal regardless

subs:

Collyer: should start more often and i suspect he will next season

Casemiro: unc redemption arc. what he lacks in speed he makes up for in skill

Zirkzee: becoming a fav of mine so i’m mad biased but lowk should’ve started

Amass: decent debut on his 18th bday!!

Obi: amorim give him more playing time pls!!!

[libra-stellium]

Pluto in Aquarius - 12H Transit

Reflecting on Friendships

The last time pluto was in aquarius was March 23 - June 11 2023 and during that time was when a friend of 8/9 years ghosted me in early March and I tried to mend things during that 3 month period and the last time we had a conversation was June 10 2023 lol (we did tell each other happy birthday and thank you in Sept and Nov after that but no actual conversation)

Then this year pluto goes into aqua again on Jan 20 2024 and I tell a couple friends about how my TikTok FYP gets sooo many of her reposts about fake friends and hating people who aren’t confrontational and how nobody knows how to communicate lol so I liked one of them and they stopped! Then like 2 weeks later there’s a repost about getting confronted about reposts and how you can’t take anything online seriously 😂 but there’s been 0 reposts since so I think it worked 🤷🏾‍♀️

Then on Jan 29 I had a dream that I was in a groupchat with her and other people who I used to be friends with in college but my friendship with them didn’t make it past that so I guess they ended like 5 years ago? We would sometimes do group things but it quickly died down. They’re all still friends tho I think. Anyway so in this dream one girl sent a longgggggg ass message about all the things she hated about me 💀 (my dreams are always dramatic lmfao) and that girl who ghosted me was hearting the messages within seconds like she was right there when it was written!! Lmao message received!! I don’t think they actually hate me to this extent irl but I’m a Pisces rising so my dreams don’t lie 🤷🏾‍♀️

And this entire week I’ve been thinking about what I actually want out of friendships and that friendship wasn’t bad but it also wasn’t completely what I wanted in a friendship and I think I was holding on for longer than necessary bc nothing had happened between us so why end a friendship you know? And towards the end right before I was like “she ghosted me” I remember thinking why do I feel like I’m begging ? Lmao bc I would type a message and erase it like I felt she wouldn’t care about what I had to say. Which is weird bc I wasn’t saying anything out of the ordinary 😭 and I should’ve listened to that feeling more lol

I definitely want friendships with more care involved. I have a few friends I can have deep conversations with and who didn’t mind listening to me vent to them about what my narc mom was doing to me that week and I let them vent too. But like…while I was going through that no one asked me if I needed anything or if I needed help with anything it was just like yeah that sucks 😕 and that’s it. I was sick recently and one of my friends I told I was sick never responded to my message and then I go on IG two days later to see she’s on vacation with her bf and then she calls me when she gets back a week later and not once asked me if I was feeling better but immediately started talking about a situation with her bf 🙃 like okayyyyyy

So I think that’s def going to be a major Pluto in aqua theme for me. I just need to actually sit down and figure out what I want my friendships to look like.

I feel like I already do for them what I’m looking for so I know I’m not asking for a lot! And I did think about my people pleaser tendencies and it wasn’t even about that like someone sharing an achievement and me going “we should go here to celebrate!” But me sharing an achievement and just getting the congrats text with confetti and if I want to celebrate I gotta say I want to go celebrate let’s go here like 😀 and even for my bday last year I was fresh off no contact with my mom obviously distressed and no one offered any options for my bday when it was less than a week before and I was saying I literally have no idea what to do I’m overwhelmed they just kept asking did you plan it yet? So I ended up just picking a random place for brunch lol but it felt like too much to be like “can someone plan my bday for me?” 💀 my take on it is very if they wanted to they would

It’s 4:44

I think it relates to my family too bc from the way their lives have turned out I have this fear of not having any friends bc they don’t have any friends in their 50s 60s and continuously tell me how lonely it is and to make sure that never happens to me and to make sure I keep all my friends lol no pressure! But tbh the reason they don’t have any friends is bc I don’t think they were friends with those people to begin with they were just in proximity and they did not actually care about each other.

I wonder what’s going to show up between Sept 1 - Nov 19 2024 when Pluto goes back into cap and reenters aqua for the next 20 years bc my bday happens in that gap and there’s always something surrounding my bday!!

[chara-55]

I didn't know you had Tumblr! Glad that you're ok! I was surprised to see you still do DR when you said you would scrap em /lh

DW I'll still be around for the Transformers stuff! Love your art sm

Hi, dearest user! (If my assumptions are correct, I think I know who u are 🤨 hehe nah jk, there's like a number of you who browsed through my blog here XD). Tumblr has always been my main account, it's my first social so I've always been here. I just happen to make use of this blog again :]]

It's...not entirely scrapped? In my farewell message on IG, I mentioned that I'd stop making DR content, but I never said anything about abandoning my AU. My recent post was an exception because I wanted to celebrate my OC's bday & the anniversary of TY'97, it felt nice to be able to let myself draw them again. So that would be the last DR post you'll be seeing from me for now.

I do miss making content about DR but I'm frustrated at myself for only being able to create short scenes & not start on the actual comic. I had complete scripts for 8 chapters ready to be drawn. I still want to share my story deep down, but...I just don't have that spark, that drive to continue. Not to mention how toxic the fandom space has become & also quiet, it was very demotivating </3333

Idk, I guess I got overwhelmed, my mind was too focused on worrying if people would like it or not. I wanted to give my audience the best. Something they'll enjoy. My ambitions were set too high, the negative mindset that I always see my art as horrendous, messy & not enough, needing to push myself to improve my art skills before I started on my comic, but it kept getting on hold for years as a result.

Will I return to IG? I'm not sure tbh, I'm a target to my friends' haters there...God why me? >:[ Internet social life has been pretty peaceful for me since I left. I'm considering returning one day...I'm just not ready yet.

As for my well-being, I'm currently doing great so far, thank you for mentioning this. Better than last November when I left IG. I was at my lowest point at that time, so I needed space to heal. For the past 4 months, I've been taking care of my physical health. I have a lot of medical expenses to spend in the future. It's a slow process because old habits die hard. I've been so emotionally drained after my previous episode, and being an emotional person not being able to cry to release my negative emotions really frustrates me a lot. And that sucks ass ughh *dies*

Thank you for still sticking with me even though I switched to a different fixation :'] It is what gives me comfort in these tough times also Transformers community is very welcoming, a very old franchise so I have a loottt to catch up on xD From comics to shows & movies

[inconsideratekidney]

2/16/25

good morning farts,

it's a new day and new opportunities await you. get up and get going! the sun is always shining even when it's behind the clouds, the earth is still rotating around it, and the world did not end in eighth grade. we are still vibing, jiving and rolling with the punches. it's no wonder we look so tired, because we've endured so much! we all deserve second chances even when we tore everything apart just to get here.

it is world whale day and that is all that matters. yesterday was world pangolin day and the day before valentines day. i feel so informed by my computer and its magical ways of knowing what day it is and that it's the most relevant "day" and not boyfriend day that happens so often apparently.

it's almost my birth-day and i have nothing more to celebrate. it's another year around the sun and it's crazy. i have nothing monumental to even share for the past year. i have taken difficult classes and even passed them. i am currently taking hard classes and will even be interpreting live on my birthday....! yay..... i am not excited for that because i won't be able to wear my birthday outfit i wanted to wear, but i will make do. i wanted to wear my hot pink long-sleeve shirt and my green corduroy pants but i don't think the hot pink contrasts enough with my skin tone....i'm so devastated...oh well.

me rn:

rahhhhhhhh

i hate my desk. i hate this chair. i am so sore all over from volleyball yesterday. i am tired asf. i have to finish a paper intro in 5 hours. I have a volleyball game in 5 hours. i have to regain sanity by tonight because i want to be happy today. i have to send out bday party invites. i want to cry. i want to go back to sleep. i can't have shit around here. i hope my birthday is good and worth it because i need a break and some positive mf reinforcements.

speaking of being a psych nerd, i may just drop this psych major because i don't like research and i hate reading. i want to do it and get that degree to prove to myself that i can do it and feel like i'm worth something, but it's not the easiest thing in the world. on top of finishing my other freaking degree, i also have to get a co-op and manage the next two years of my college career now before it gets too late. if i really do go forward with it, then i have to snag a co-op and manage my mf time better to get all this dumb work done. it's so hard and idk how i planned on doing this.

this segways nicely to my next life happening--i am thinking about getting medicated. i truly cannot get any work done without a push or from a deadline being right on my ass. i have no general motivation for doing things that are hard, i don't feel good after finishing assignments that are hard, i don't feel excited to tackle the next thing. i just feel depressed and worthless. i hope this isn't a universal feeling because it sucks and makes it hard to feel intelligent enough to get a degree. i understand the imposter syndrome is quite common, which is so awful to be a relatable thing, but also somewhat relieving. i with though, sometimes, that i was alone in experiencing hardship and turmoil because for some fucked-up reason i feel good when i am pitied in a way. i want negative attention and i kind of hate it. i don't go out searching for it like a middle schooler posting on their snapchat story, but i do bother my boyfriend and close friends with it. i don't want to be a burden, or someone's annoyance, i just want to be heard and to be babied because i really can't do this shit. i want to be coddled again and forget all of the adult big-girl things i need to do. i can always finish up my degree on track now or i could stop like a coward, take a gap semester or year and just come back like a loser to lose momentum and not even be with the same group.

i had mentioned in my last blog, or the one before, that i wish i was held back a year. honestly i still believe that, because then maybe i would have had more time to develop some social skills and learn more at my pace for my own brain abilities. i definitely feel like i was developmentally-delayed and i still feel that way right now. i wish i could just go back and beg my mom to medicate me when i was in primary school because i feel like i have wasted so many years of trying to gain basic skills and knowledge, academically and socially, and it all feels so pointless now. i always feel like i am lightyears behind everyone else's development at every age. it's frustrating, debilitating, draining, and makes me so angry. i want to be more like other people, but every day i am reminded that i'm just not.

here i go with my pity story, but to be so honest, i haven't felt depressed before like i do now. i have never genuinely cried so often just everywhere or felt like nothing is going to get better like i do now. maybe it's just a depressive episode, and maybe it's only been less than two weeks, but the triggers are typically often enough that it feels like it's going on forever. maybe i am milking it and everything is fine. but i'm meant to be doing homework right now and this early in the morning i am crying and writing a blog is very atypical for me. i am definitely going through something and this is great documentation for my future self to look back on and cringe a twinge.

anyway,

i have to get back to said homework or else i could get on my professor's bad side after asking for extra time already. if i submit this late, i won't have a good repertoire with her.

i hope everyone is okay and not shitting themselves. if you are please see a doctor.

have a good one,

kD :/

[sphinx-myth]

so according to my dad he and mum havnt been dating for years, he doesnt love her, and i get their human but this man.

he named me after a porn star, the first time i was let out of the hospital after being born i was droppend down concrete stairs because they were arguing. this man who i know nothing about besides he drinks monster and alchohol and he has done crime and he smokes. i only talk to him when hes drunk and cuddly or when hes about to leave for work.

my whole life ive just been a spy and a last strand, hell even dad says it, the only reason i go is to spy on him but i do want to go out with him to the pub or cinema, mum is just the one who brought it up. hes spending his bday with a bunch of drunk girls even tho i wanted to spend it with him, hell i nearly got him a gift too.

what am i meant to call him, dad? ive bearly even spoken to the guy but how am i meant to know what fathers are like when i only have one.

i found out this morning before school so i speant the whole day trying to figure things out and feeling sick, and sparky kept making me do things like pe, i get shes doing her best but what the fuck am i meant to do in this situation.

dad agrres all mum does is yell at us so she made us stop doing chores, thats why i cry, because im not expected to do anything, now what will i do? when she starts yelling again how am i meant to know what shes yelling ofr?

i cant even hate her because shes doing her best i mean fuck she wants to take me to see a musical for my 16th despite the fact i was gonna go to this vintage fair with my friends instead.

hell even today all i heard at school was about parents and i couldnt even call my friend lucky charms, mater anymore for a good few hours because it means mother in latin.

my whole life its been this back and forth of no mum or dad and now to find out that technically hes only here because he needs a place to stay, he only loves us cus we are blood, not for who we are.

what am i meant to call him hm? mum would kill me if i told her this but its only been a day but i cant keep going with this back and forth, my whole lifes been arguments and flashback and then forgetting it all. hell me and this girl spent 2 hours talking about primary how i was hit and chased and shit and how she went through alot too.

in reality im fine because im use to it but what do i do but wait, im expected to survive school but just the thought of home outside of my bedroom makes me fucking sick even at school. im always light headed and wanting to go home and sparky hates me for it and now its only going to get worse and she will leave me too and ill be stuck sitting in the cold alone once again.

i am fine im just gonna spend more time with fanfiction rather religion which sucks ass, i wanna sleep, lils reconmend this meditation thing on netfix bless her. shes amazing but i cant get myself to, atleast not rn because ive been avoiding my own meditation.

ive been acting odd all day too and it only reminds me of the incident and i just im not gonna talk about it but this all just makes me sick really, despite what sparky wants to say about me being the boy who cried wolf

[bearballing]

lol 2 birthday cake memory posts showing up on facebook. forgot that my sister had to make the one in 2018 because I was like 2 weeks post meta (i always make my own cake)

and the one from 2014 showed up too. that was the year i lived by myself and was trying uni again. i was like dangerously suicidal in march that year and was this close to checking myself into some uhhh not psychiatric ward but like. some kind of recovery type house. in london. the only reason I ended up not going was because I got sick and didn't want to travel all that way and make myself worse. then I dropped out of uni, moved back home (having the landlord company on my ass for a while because student housing is predatory as fuck), and getting a job as a cleaner which sucked shit.

kind of wild how bad that year started compared to how it ended, with me starting to date my friend in the usa (who is now my wife) and about to start a training course for admin roles in the nhs (which would end up with the only job I didn't quit after a few months and actually liked).

and now 10 years later it's like. night and day. i am taking a couple of days off work where everyone likes and appreciates me and where i am very good at what I do and earn "above average", will chill in my house that I own with my spouse in a place that never Really gets cold, inlaws had a surprise party for me last night which was fun as hell, and me and aforementioned spouse will be going on a 3 day trip in a couple of weeks as like a bday present to myself.

I'm so glad I'm about to be 32 and not 22

[mins-fins]

bsf ever……. pls tell me more ab ur ocs while i do next weeks hw im BEGGING!!!! i LOVE them!!!! it could be their fave underwear brand idc 😓😓 also jeno posted i sat anr giggled over it for ten minutes

HIII I WILL BECAUSE YOU SAID SO (no one ever asks me about them omg hehehehee 🤭) SO TAKE THESE MELIORA FACTS!!!

OKAY SO UM……………….. fun fact, hajoon's birth name is jaram, he was named jaram by his biological parents (who, by the way, suck ass) his name was legally changed when he was adopted and he absolutely DESPISES his birth name with all means of he could he would burn it then throw the ashes into the grand canyon!!

hwan used to go to school in canada, since his parents also suck ass they shipped him off all the way across the ocean to finish his last two years of high school and he DESTROYED everyone because he was super smart and graduated the valedictorian!!!

kiro was born on VALENTINES DAY and he used to always have grand birthdays and stuff like that but now that he lives with meliora his bdays arent that grand and he usually hates the holiday itself

jaehwan was the final member to be chosen for the group and he was the replacement for someone else so it caused a lot of drama between him and his old trainee friends and they are HORRIBLE they betrayed him and everything 😭 (I WILL KILL THEM)

hajoon really likes flowers, his older sister is a florist and he can even understand floriography, he gets SO ARTISTIC when it comes to flowers he assigned each of the members their own flowers and their own symbolisms its crazy

junmin literally CANNOT be a leader he hates being the responsible one and he cant lead a team for the life of him he'd rather die than do so

not gonna say specifics, but two members ARE together �� and um.. your just gonna have to guess!

[sunasbabie]

with you

suna x reader. fluff

note: kinda rusty but wanted to put something out. also happy late bday @sunamour​

date nights have always been in yours and suna’s plans at least once a month. both of you had made it a habit to dress up, go out to eat, talk about how both of your days went and go home and spend the rest of the night together. it was something you always looked forward to, suna on the other hand looked forward to seeing something else.

“rin what time do you wanna leave?” you asked as you sat on your vanity attempting to fix your hair for tonight, turning your head slightly to see your boyfriend laying on the bed snuggled up in the blankets.

“hmm”, taking a look at the scene in front of him, you in your favourite shirt of his. it’s something suna loves to see, the way you look so effortlessly beautiful without any makeup on, just you and his shirt, it’s always been his favourite on you.

“rin?” turning your entire body this time to get a better look at him, only to see him trying to snap another unflattering picture of you getting ready. “rin stop” you said, blocking your face as he attempted to snap another photo of you.

“nope, you look really pretty here baby come look” grinning at your attempt to walk over to him and stop him from taking pictures of you.

“give me that” plopping on top trying to get a hold of his phone which you’re sure of has tons of pictures of you and both of you together.

he puts his phone out of reach from you while his other arm wraps around your waist to keep you steady “hmm what do i get in return if i do?” smirking as he touches your nose with his.

“what about a kiss from your wonderful girlfriend” smiling sweetly at him secretly  attempting to snatch his phone from him.

“i already have enough of that though, what else?” he teases, drawing small circles on the small of your back where his hand is resting.

“hmm what about some head?”

“tempting but no” his hand travelling lower to rest on your ass, eye closing and face leaning in closer to yours.

you took this as your opportunity to grab his phone from his grasp and succeeding at it, you sit up legs on both sides of his waist and his hands on your waist to keep you steady.

“got it” you said proudly, waving his phone by your head to make sure he can’t get it from you.

“you sure did babe” he lazily stared at you with a small smile on his face.

you pouted knowing he just let you get you have your way “you suck rin” proceeding to lay down on his chest and burying your face in his neck.

“no, that’s you later” he wrapped his arms around your waist before you could attempt to get off and slap his chest like you always did when he teased you.

you groaned into his neck as he chuckled at your reaction “you’re so annoying” you mumbled.

“you love me anyway” bringing his hands on your back, running it up and down your spine, the subtle way of telling you that he loves and cares about you.

you pushed yourself up, just enough to see the guy before you. the same guy that you had met in class on your last year of high school, the same guy that asked you to prom, the same guy that asked you to be his girlfriend, the same guy that got an apartment to your university just to be closer to you, the same guy that asked you to move in with him when he knew you were the one, the same guy that annoyed you when he’d leave his dirty clothes on the floor, the same guy would always know how to cheer you up in any situation because he knows you that well, the same guy that has been your best friend for the past few years and the same guy you knew you wanted to spend forever with.

“i wouldn't even think of loving someone else when i have you” you said quietly, as you run your thumb on his cheek, thinking of how it would be like to wake up next to him everyday for the rest of your life and knowing he’s the one you want to be in love with forever, because loving him is like a breath of fresh air, you feel so free and secure around him, as if being with him brings out a different part of you that only he can.

you look at him thinking if it would be bad to keep him all to yourself. you want him, you want to kiss him, you want to wake up next to him all everyday even if it means getting up earlier than him and forcing him to get out of bed, you want to experience cooking with him and burning the food because the two of you are so busy with making out you forgot the food on the stove, you want to go on late night drives with him with no destination in mind, just you and him, you want to hear him talk about his day even if it means sitting on the couch for hours as he retells you the events that happened earlier that day, you want to lay next to him as he plays with your hair and tells you he loves you, you want him at his worst and you want him at his best, you want all of him.

suna was stunned to say the least, he knew how much you loved him but something about the way you said those words seemed different. “hey what’s the matter?”

“it’s nothing i just really love you rin and i don’t want you to ever go” you brought your face closer to his neck once again to hide your reddening cheeks, knowing he would tease you about it.

he smiled at the thought of you wanting to be with him too, because if he was being honest he can’t see himself with any other person besides you. it was you or nothing. suna and y/n, y/n and suna, just how it's always been. “i’m not going anywhere pretty girl, i’m here as long as you want me to and besides you can’t get rid of me that easily” he said and turned his face to kiss your head.

“hmm i love you rin”

sometimes rintarou thinks he can’t love you more than how he loves you right now, but you keep on proving him wrong every time.

he loves the way you pepper kisses on his face to wake him up and how he manages to drag you into bed even after all of that, he loves the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh at his joke, he loves the way you run up to him and jump into his arms after his games, he loves the way you look at him whenever he tells you something, he loves the way you roll your eyes at him whenever he makes a sneaky comment on what he’s gonna do to you once the two of you are alone, he loves it whenever you get annoyed with him whenever he drops his dirty laundry beside the basket, he loves hearing you say you love him and he loves the way you love him.

he finds himself staring at you and wonders how one person could be the source of his entire happiness; how someone could be his entire world but he guesses if it had to be someone it would be you.

if he could spend the rest of his life memorising every single detail of you he would be cause he wants to know everything about you

“i love you too baby, more than anything” he replied while holding you tighter, keeping you close to him, he guessed date night can be rescheduled cause there’s nothing he wants more than to be here with you.

and for the first time in what seems like a very long time suna, is sure of one thing and it’s you.

[sugarushsuga]

Roses are Red

Genre/Au's: Fluff; Stablished relationship; College Au; Hockey Au;

Paring: Hoseok x F reader

Words count: 665

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mentions of violence during a game; implied sexual content.

Synopsis: It’s Valentine’s Day and Hoseok is handicap.

Author note: This year the only deadlines I’m following are the ones at work, all my personal life, therefor my writing as well, won’t have their deadlines fulfilled. That just means I didn’t finish this drabble on time for Hobi’s bday or Valentine’s day (we don’t celebrate it in February here so I couldn’t remember it).

Masterlist

Jung Hoseok is a sweetheart. He is a human walking sunshine. He is the optimistic and cheerful friend in all his groups. He is the goodest of all the good boys.

And he got in a fight during his last game that ended up with blood, time out, game suspension and a dislocated shoulder.

He is not static of staining his perfectly pristine hockey career with a fight that was much more than just pushing or shoving an opponent against the rink glass. But what could he do when the guys spent the whole season provoking him? Hoseok is usually the one who talks sense into his teammates head, when talking doesn’t work sometimes he does some slaps upside the head or puts them on gear duty.

And that’s all the more reason why he is upset with how he lost his cool. Not that anyone on the team teased him, actually the boys, especially the younger ones, plotted a plan to get back at Hyungwon. Luckily, this time, Namjoon talked some sense into their heads and made them drop the idea, but only after Hoseok threatened to tell their coach about it.

Hyungwon’s broken nose is just some collateral damage he got from talking shit and sexual stuff about Hoseok’s girlfriend. Just the thought of it has him seeing red all over again, and the fact that you are nothing but a sweet angel that cares for him and all of the boys on the team makes him even madder.

He’s also upset about his immobile arm, it was just a dislocated shoulder but, it is better to restrain movements and avoid a longer injury for not being careful enough. So, no training or exercise beside the physiotherapy, better safe than sorry.

Hoseok feels like a baby, since his dominant arm is braced, surely he can take the brace off to sleep and shower, but he can’t do many things properly like clean up his room, cook or eat, take notes in class… Seokjin and Taehyung are the ones who are having the most fun with it. Whenever they need to help Hoseok with cutting his food they also try to airplane feed him, especially if it is at the cafeteria.

The last three days have sucked and because you know how your boyfriend is upset you propose a chill date for Valentine’s Day. Just both of you in your apartment, where no one can tease him about feeding him. You promised to take care and pamper him.

That’s everything you planned, his favorite dinner, all food pre-cut on eating bites so he wouldn’t feel like a burden. The new episode of the series you both have been watching together and chocolate cake for dessert. A relaxing bath before bed and a good night of sleep.

That was the plan.

Until after dinner, when Hoseok apologized for the grocery bought Valentine’s Day gift. A box of your favorite chocolates with a note.

Written on a terrible letter, one of someone with a braced arm.

“Hobi,” you say as you carefully straddle his lap on the couch. “Do you have different plans for tonight than the ones I made?”

His good hand quickly rests on your ass, hugging you to him. “Do I?” He asks slowly, lips almost brushing yours.

“Are you hopping on getting laid?” The giggle in your voice makes the corner of his lips turn up.

“Laid? I think I wrote that I’d like to get suffocated tonight.” His breath caresses your face.

“Uhm.”

You hum against his lips as you take them in a kiss. You keep trying to be mindful of his arm as his tongue invades your mouth and you rock your hips on his growing hard on. The note falling somewhere forgotten on the floor as you focus on making his wish come true.

“Y/n,

Roses are red,

The sun gives off the heat,

If your legs are tired,

Use my face as a seat.

Happy valentines day! With love Hobi”

Feedback is always appreciated.

Ⓒ 2023 Sugarushsuga, do not copy, translate or repost.

[kaibacorpintern]

Summary: Jounouchi's last shift as a Domino Daily paperboy.

Word count: 1.9k | Rating: T | Pairings: none/gen

He didn’t even listen to music on his route. All the music felt fake compared to the perfect quiet of Domino right before dawn, like the songs knew they couldn’t compete with the deep, mountainous silence, so they didn’t even try. All the hot, sweating rock ballads and squealing guitar riffs and growling canine basslines just fizzled out of his tinny headphones and died. To be fair: his headphones sucked ass. But honestly, there was nothing wrong with spending some time alone with your thoughts at 5 AM, sweating under your jacket and kissing up to the broken vending machine in the alleyway behind the bookstore so that it popped out a Gatorade, on the house just for you, handsome.  At this dark blue hour, there was no need to throw elbows on he dance floor. He didn’t have to prove he was good enough to hang. He could just be, awake and alone, set free and swift on the street, thinking about Atem. And everyone else, of course. But Atem, a lot of the time.

A/N: reposting bc i finally made the cover. written for jounouchi's bday but tasty all year round. enjoy!

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[voidmadisonrecs]

chris evans recs

these are more for me then anyone else but here are my fav chris evans (and co.) fics, blurbs, headcanons, etc.

feel free to message or comment with suggestions that i should read and make sure to check out these writers other works because they are all amazing <3

Chris Evans

butterflies - @chanelfaerie

chris has got butterflies for you—do you feel the same?

pop the questions - @angelkurenai

you are costars and in a relationship with Chris and while on the set of ‘Gifted’, you are very clingy. when Chris sees you interact with your youngest costar, he realizes you would make a great mother

white - @agentofbarnes

chris can’t seem to function while seeing you in a white dress

ask me properly - @twittytelly

while spending time with his family, chris realizes that it's the perfect time to put his 'plan' into action

red carpet w/ chris - @avenging-fandoms

your chris’s costar with Chris and you’re both tipsy in a red carpet interview and giggling together, making no sense but just being all happy and sparking dating rumours

happy goddamn new year - @fluffymisha97

the morning after your new year with the evans’ which doesn’t go all that smooth

sweet creature - @buckyhoney

domestic shit

ass man headcanon - @agentofbarnes

chris evans sure does love ass

and then he came along - @teebarnes

you haven't had the best record when it comes to relationships, you thought you couldn't be loved. until one day as you sat on the beach shivering, everything changed when chris came along

granola bar and lots of love - @planetofawe

with the kids away, you and chris have more than enough time to practice some aftercare (smut)

claim - @cloudystevie

your husband puts a baby in you (smut)

beer gut - @violetlilysunshine

chris gets self conscious after gaining a little bit of weight and not working out as hard as he used to during his Marvel days (smut)

dumb - @agentofbarnes

chris evans makes you dumb and you are a little touchstarved (smut)

red, white, blue’s in the sky, summer’s in the air, baby heaven’s in your eyes - @cloudystevie

sunday’s are for football games and attention (smut)

the big 4-0 - @rocketrhap3000

chris being insecure for his 40th bday but reader makes sure he knows just how much she loves him (smut)

my girl - @punani

chris loves calling you his girl (smut)

the fluffer (masterlist) - @punani

it’s the 70′s and the erotic videos industry is experiencing another boom after the risen popularity in the previous decade. the studio’s are hot, gemini flanagan is a brand, and you’re a newly hired assistant at shaggin’ studios. chris takes a liking to you, altering your job description so that you get to work more closely with him. is this all just physical, or is there something more? (smut)

wedding shenanigans - @flowerbouquet

in which you and chris have a sneaky fuck in the bathroom during your best friends wedding (smut)

grocery run - @bucksfucks

innocently wearing chris’ shirt leads to you finding out just how much he can’t resist you (smut)

chain - @bucksfucks

chris tells you to bite down on his chain (smut)

home late (part 2) - @violetlilysunshine

smuttttttt

severance - @punani

the divorce process with chris is messy, seemingly never ending, and ultimately: heartbreaking. you had to be strong for your son, yourself, and eventually you wanted someone else to be strong for you, so, it seemed only natural that you would venture into the arms of another. however, sometimes the line between something officially ending or simply taking a break blurs when you’ve known someone for longer than you can remember (smut/baby fever/ex!reader)

so beautiful to me - @uprootbasic

despite being broken up and coparenting, chris still want to show you how much he loves you (smut/baby fever)

sundress season - @jurassicbarnes

in which all it takes is a pretty little dress to break his resolve (ex!reader/smut/baby fever)

mwah - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

ur little bubba is obsessed with kissys and keeps leaning in to kiss you (baby fever)

long hair lover - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

chris comes back from filming red sea diving resort and his baby daughter is crazy in love with his long hair (baby fever)

slobbery kisses - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho 

chris wakes up to sloppy kisses by his baby (baby fever)

baby rose - @fluffymisha97

reader and chris had a little baby girl. but not everything is going that well, you're both trying to navigate life as new parents (baby fever)

eve - @kiwisomething

you drop your son off with his father and he invites you in (baby fever/ex!chris)

parenting is hard blurb - @lokiscu

chris and the reader have just had a baby and the lack of sleep mixed with lack of physical affection and time they have with one another gets to both of them and they end up fighting because of the stress (baby fever)

isla - @uprootbasic

the reader is a famous singer and always sings to her little girl. one night, chris and the reader decides to have this little jamming session with their baby. chris plays the piano while the reader sings I wanna hold your hand by the Beatles (baby fever)

the neighbours lights - @lokiscu

it’s your first Christmas with a baby (baby fever)

paparazzi - @ozarkthedog

chris evans and reader are both famous and one day they are out with their daughter when paparazzi start to follow them (baby fever)

thunder - @worksby-d

your daughter is scared of the thunder (baby fever)

she’s the one - @worksby-d

chris x singlemom!reader masterlist (baby fever)

protective stepdad chris x single!reader - @worksby-d

masterlist (baby fever)

truth be told - @kthynes

chris finds out he has a 6 month old baby because his partner didn’t have the chance to tell him that she is pregnant because they broke up (angsty??/baby fever)

not her - @agentofbarnes

chris wants a family and you just aren’t ready yet, but that doesn’t mean he wants you any less (angsty?)

the love we have - @kthynes

the reader is chris's ex wife and she's about to be married again to a guy she doesn't really love. so in the night of her bachelorette party she's really drunk and she ended up going to his apartment and tell him that she still loves him and that she wants to hate him because he was the one who file for divorce but she can't, then she leaves. on the day of the ceremony their 10 year old kid tells Chris that he should go after her before is too late (angsty??)

Frank Adler

i ruined our sweet tune - @rodrikstark

the last person you’d expect to see in florida is the hot professor from your undergrad philosophy class 

buttons - @rodrikstark

buttoning franks shirt headcanon 

waffles - @amylillian22

the morning after their usual saturday date night, y/n runs into mary unexpectedly. frank wakes up to find them making waffles

remember - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

frank wakes you up at the ungodly hour of 3:30 am and will not even tell you why

breeding kink - @stargazingfangirl18

as the hot single dad everyone wants to get with, frank turns a few heads at back to school night, and well, you may get a little possessive (smut) 

magic demeanor - @bloodiedskirtts

after moving back to Florida in the middle of a heat wave, things seem to be getting worse and worse. the only thing to make her days any better is her neighbour, Frank. with neither of them willing to admit that they can’t get enough of each other, a pesky shower malfunction may be the only way for them to tell each other how they feel (smut)  

Ransom Drysdale

2:27 am - @cloudystevie

it’s 2:27 in the morning when ransom shows up at your doorstep, and he wishes he could tell you why 

cold (third part of his return) - @kiwisomething

hugh is cold sleeping on the couch by himself 

new man - @worksby-d

ransom loves to pretend he’s not whipped for you, but here he is letting you do your skin care routine on him

morning dew - @agentofbarnes

it was only supposed to be one night, but ransom can’t seem to get you out of his head (smut) 

Andy Barber

the proposal - @fairyevans

andy takes the reader on a gorgeous vacation but everything goes wrong except the proposal 

consequences - @stargazingfangirl18

life after your breakup with ransom (smut)

yes, mrs barber - @jurassicbarnes

in which you’re down on your knees, about to suck his dick within an inch of his life because it was the only way to shut him up (smut) 

[kingdaddydaichi]

Let's get right down to it, shall we?

I'ma kick Daichi's bday off with a couple of HCs about his cock. I'm not pulling any punches, not holding back so leggooooo...

MINORS DNI || 18+ ONLY || AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Okay let's get one thing straight from jump...Daichi got a FAT cock. Like, bruh. I just know he does. He exudes bde everywhere he goes it just follows him around. Shit might as well be his shadow. Like. Daichi's got a cloud of big dick energy like Pigpen's got his cloud of dirt. Allow me to illustrate:

Like it's so thicc that even if you don't like sucking dick, you wanna suck it bc it just gives you an appetite. Yo, I'm a vegetarian and my mouth starts watering in spite of itself. Daichi's dick is a whole ass slab of meat. You don't know how that mf is gonna fit in your mouth but you take one for the team and buy some chapstick for the inevitable cracked corners of your lips.

I don't think he's even that long. Like maybe average length? But jfc that girth will bring you to your knees.

He will dead ass slap your thighs apart with his heavy cock when he crawls between your legs.

And the head of his cock is so sensitive. That mf is almost the size of your fist, but even so much as brush up against it when he's hard and he will have to choke down a whimper. Daichi's not going to allow it often, but if he's worked up enough and you're in a place where he's pretty sure no one will see, he'll let you rub his cockhead through his pants until he cums in his boxers, aaaaand...

There's always so much cum. His semen is thick and white and powerful! Has to be for him to have such heavy fucking balls. If he has his cock out when he jerks off in bed, he has to put his hand over it at the last second or his first spurts of cum will hit the headboard behind him. He'll never tell you about it, but his cum has accidentally landed in his open mouth more than once. He has also swallowed more than once. 👀

Hates fucking wearing condoms. Even the Magnums are too restricting for him. So yo ass better be on birth control or you're gonna have to yell at him to pull out.

He's not gonna like that tho. He'll pull out, but not before swearing with a furrowed brow. "Mmfuck baby! Feels so good, just wanna cum inside you."

Even if you've been together for 20+ years, adjusting to his size when he first pushes inside you is going to be a thing. Idc how turned on and wet you are, or how many of his babies you've had, when I tell you Daichi's got a Thicc Ass Cock™...it's not something you get "used to". No matter what he's put your pussy through, it'll always snap back such that he'll have to put you through your paces again and again and again. I would tell you to invest in some lube, only you're not going to fucking need it bc he'll serve your pussy like it's a fucking buffet. Non. Fucking. Stop.

Oh, he doesn't shave or trim. He's a fucking man and his black pubes are going to be glistening with your slick before you can say...well anything. Goddamnit.

What else, if anything, do y'all want to know about Daichi's cock?

Ask and you shall receive...