#rin if you're feeling cruel enough

[teddybeartoji]

forced handjobs in public hhhhhrrrnngghhhhhh

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

balancing act | y. isagi + i. rin

✮ tags ; afab + fem!reader (she/her used for reader, good girl etc), threesome kinda, oral (m!recieving), bondage (m!receiving) deep-throating, face-fucking, some gagging, rin-centric, polyam relationship, rin and isagi have and established dynamic, soft dom! isagi, implied sub!rin, and switch!reader 18+

✮ wc ; 2k (enough......)

✮ a/n ; thank you for commissioning me @timesnewreader. i was... very excited to write this.... i hope u are okay with the direction i took....

✮ synopsis ; you start to understand the dynamic between them. or maybe all three of you, a little more.

or isagi teaching you how to make rin feel good while rins tied up.

tip jar | commission post (closed for now)

Isagi's hand is warm as it rests on your head.

You look up at him from where you're kneeling, craning your neck to try and get a look of his face. He notices quickly, instantly—affectionate as he lets his hand cup your cheek. His thumb brushes along your lip as he pets you.

A fuzzy feeling settles in your stomach at the touch and he smiles at you. Sun-warm, almost deceptively kind.

You can feel Rin's gaze on you too. Unreadable to you like always. Not quite cruel, not quite openly affectionate either. Something else simmering under the weighted teal irises that makes your stomach tie in knots.

"Don't be nervous," Isagi hums. Him and Rin lock eyes and for a split second, you almost think you understand them. "He won't act tough forever,"

"Shut up," RIn hisses. Isagi clicks his teeth.

"Lighten up first," Isagi says, shaking his head. He cards his fingers through Rin's hair. And then he tugs from the root, hard enough to make RIn hiss. His smile is the same - no traces of malice. "You're scaring her, y'know? Be civil."

Rin looks down at you again. On you? You don't really know. He doesn't look for long, and doesn't respond to Isagi when he talks. His eyes dart in another direction and he scoffs under his breath.

Isagi shakes his head. "You're so dishonest,"

They look at each other again, speaking without talking at all Rin clicks his teeth. Isagi sighs, shrugs, and directs his attention back to you.

"Sorry," He says, apologetic. Sincere. "We both want you here. Promise,"

It's like he's reading your mind, visible relief making your shoulders sag where you sit. Isagi's grin grows another size, pinching your cheek slightly. "You were worried, huh? How sweet."

You squirm a little. You can't find your voice for a minute or two. "A little. I don't... if Rin-kun isn't comfortable with it then—"

Isagi laughs.

And then, with no ceremony - he puts his knee between Rin's closed legs and shoves them apart. Rin snaps at him. Isagi keeps his legs forced open without concern.

Rin isn't any position to do anything anyway. You're knelt between his legs but he's got his arms tied - restrained to a chair per Isagis's request. He fights a blush as Isagi keeps his legs apart.

He's not naked, but you can see he's hard. His cock strains against the athleisure on hips - tenting the fabric slightly. Your eyes widen in surprise, and you look up at Rin whose still refusing to look at you.

"Promise he won't bite," Isagi says, encouraging you to touch him. "Not if I keep him restrained at least. It's okay."

You and Rin look each other this time. Rin's eyes lid as you crawl closer between his legs. Your hand is tentative, loosely cupping his cock.

The response is instant. A sharp hiss, dick twitching against your hand despite how lightly you've touched it. It emboldens you, enough to hold it at least. He's hard. You wonder if you did that to him. Some part of you can't believe it.

"See? He's just embarrassed," Isagi says, patient with you. With Rin too, you think. "He wants you make him feel good. Rin had a crush on you first, you know? Between us. I bet you want that too,"

You look up at him innocently. "I want to make you feel good too,"

Isagi lets out a labored breath. "Watching you makes me feel good. Rin-kun will pout if I get to you first," An eye roll. "Unfair right? But that's how much he likes you."

"Shut up already,"

Rin is blushing. Isagi laughs. "See? I'll tell you how to make him feel good. You'll get something nice after, okay?"

"Oh it's—it,"

"Don't argue, 'kay? Go, get closer to him."

So you listen to him. You inch closer to Rin's lap and rest your hand on his leg. Isagi bends down on one knee behind you, keeping his legs apart when Rin tries to shut them closed. Undressing him for your ease of access, hands pushing his sweats down to his thighs.

At full height, his dick is bigger than you imagined it to be. Prettier too, somehow. It's gorgeous—tip flushed cherry red, with a long curve and veins that stand out. Mostly hairless except at the base, where it's well groomed. The hair grows thick still, contrasts so nice against the pale color of his cock. Pre-cum dribbles from the head, silky and and crystalline clear - laced with white.

You feel your head get heavy. A subconscious desire to get closer to it overwhelms your thoughts. Close enough to breathe on it. Rin huffs.

"You're making such a cute face," Isagi coos, amused by you. Embarrassment flares in your belly, tickles your skin. "He likes when you start light. Too much at once and he'll get overwhelmed. Go slowly,"

He instructs so gentle you don't feel condescended. Despite his smugness, his intention is so genuine it makes you flush.

You let your instinct take over. Your mind clouds, pouting your lips to press a soft kiss to the very base of his shaft. Wet and open mouthed, you rest and feel the weight of it. The pulse of it. His cock is so heavy against your face

You move up, kissing it slowly all the way to the very tip. You let your lips rest there. Rin looks down at you, chest heaving.

The obstinacy has melted off of him. Faster then you could've predicted. There's something...needy to it. Almost. Maybe you're reading it wrong.

"You're so good, hm," Isagi hums - standing on his knees behind you. His hand comes around your waist, palm resting on your midriff. "Learned so fast. Use your tongue,"

You dip your tongue into leaking slit on command. Rin cusses loud.

Without thinking, you open your mouth up enough to fit the tip of his cock into it fully. You don't take him all the way into your throat, heeding Isagi's advice to go slow.

"It's sensitive under the head," He directs. He's so comforting, so sincere. "Try it,"

You concentrate your attention there, pressing your tongue flat. Rin jerks above you - hips threatening to buck up into your throat. But Isagi uses both hands to hold him down by his thighs. Rin strains against it but Isagi is firm. You're reminded then that despite the difference in size between them, their athletic prowess isn't so different.

The thought sends you reeling.

"So desperate," Isagi taunts. "A pretty girl has your cock in her mouth and you get so worked up. What happened to your restraint and self-discipline, huh?"

"Fuck off," Rin swears. His voice lacking the composure you've come to associate with him so strongly. "Shut up before I go soft."

"As if you would. Can't cum without me telling you off, can you?"

You feel him twitch in your mouth and you try not to gasp at the reaction, proving itself in front of your eyes. Your eyes go wide and Rin looks down with an embarrassed blush and oh—.

"See? Rin-kun only acts tough but truth is he can only take so much," Isagi hums. His hands slide up your chest and you feel him cup your tits - giving them an affectionate squeeze. "That's why we're spoiling him. He's being like this but he's happy you're pampering him. Right, Rin-kun?"

You look at Rin again and you think you're starting to understand. Just a little. How it goes between them. And now between you. The thought makes your pride swell.

"Rin-kun," You pull away, eyes blown wide in some sudden desire. "I like you."

A pause. Air being pulled into lungs, a held breath. Rin's eyes go wide and you watch as his cock dribbles again. Isagi freezes for a moment too before he laughs, laughs warm and affectionate and so loud.

"You caught on fast, huh?" Isagi says, hugging you from behind. His chin rests on your shoulder. "And me too, right?"

"Yeah, of course you too." You nod.

You understand it a little more clearer. Rin never does something he doesn't have a reason or desire to do. His ego doesn't work that way. Not combating Isagi, no matter how smug, is it's own form of submission you think.

"Let's keep going, okay? Without worry."

A weight lifted from your shoulders, you nod again. Open your mouth fully, careful as you stand up on your knees and get closer. The assurance instills confidence in you, makes it easier for you to go through the practiced motions. Your hands on Rin's thighs, corded muscle strained under your palms where you hold yourself up. Both you and Isagi holding his hips in tandem.

You let yourself take him in. Trapped betwen them, you swallow around Rin's cock. Careful to mind your teeth, the edges of your mouth stretch and ache to accommodate his length. The scent of him makes your head feel heavy, a strong musk and the taste of clean skin all over your tongue. Makes your mouth water, brain melting slow. The effort doesn't go unnoticed, Isagi whispering praises as you open up your throat to fit fully fit Rin's cock.

"You're so good. Just like that," He hums, giggling. "Even I can't do this well. So good with your mouth huh?"

You gag voicing a muffled 'thank you' and Rin curses above you. You feel him strain, muscles of his thighs shaking hard.

"Fuck—fuck, don't—"

You move then. Mouth full of spit, used to the feeling of his cock down your throat - you move bob your head, hollowing your cheeks. Your eyes prick with tears at the way he hits your throat now repeatedly but you push forward anyhow.

You want to see him cum. You want to make him cum.

You can only go for so long though, before your jaw starts to trie.

When you start to slow, Isagi is kind and does the heavy lifting for you.

His hands rest on the side of your head forcing you up and down. It sends a shot of lightning through you, arousal making your whole body shiver at the controlled force. Precise force. He holds you down but he's careful not to push you too far. You moan around Rin's cock in response to it.

Having your face fucked with Isagi as the driver makes your mind bend with unfiltered lust. Your legs clamp again, an empty ache in your cunt as you think about what he must be like when he fucks.

Rin doesn't make it out any better. You can feel him. How he starts tremble, how his voice goes shot - how his dick gets harder, twitches so violently in your mouth each time he bottoms out in your throat.

"Fuck," His head drops back in a groan. "Fuck I'm—"

Isagi smiles a little.

"Be a good boy and cum down her throat like she wants,"

That's what makes him let go. Isagi holds you down as Rin cums with something that borders on a scream, straining against his restraints as his cum spills all the way down. It fills your mouth, the taste and the scent making you dizzy. It goes so far into your throat you don't taste it, rather you swallow it all in one go with little fuss other than a loud gulp.

"That's it," Isagi coos. "That's a good girl. Easy, easy. Breathe."

You cough as Isagi lets you off of Rin slowly, exhaling as you clear your throat. When you pull away, Isagi pulls you by your chin to tip your face over to meet his.

"Open your mouth, beautiful."

You do and Isagi smiles with pride. "You really swallowed all of it. Didn't even use your hands," He hums. "What a good girl."

You make a face of embarrassment. "Thank you,"

Rin makes a disgruntled sound. "Untie me before I fucking kill you,"

Isagi snorts, giving you a short kiss before going around to undo Rin's bindings. "Hard to take you seriously when you sound like that."

You sit where you are, in a mild daze you collect yourself. Lost in your own world, you don't notice when Rin finally gets untied.

It startles you when you feel him practically jump you. When his hands are free, he bends over the chair and brings your face to his. Big hands cradle your face as you feel him kiss you so hard it shakes you. More teeth than lip, rough but full of desire. You feel his tongue in your mouth even after swallowing his cum. At some point you give into it, hands clutching his shoulder as you struggle to breathe.

It's Isagi that pulls him off, a laugh on his voice - not mad at all.

"You're so aggressive when you get like this. Just be honest from the start next time instead of trying to eat her, dumbass."

Despite the bickering, Isagi bends down from where he stands to kiss Rin too and Rin lets him so easily you almost want to laugh. Rin must notice. He glares just a little but he looks embarrassed more than anything.

"You did good baby," Isagi praise, a hand on your shoulder. "What kind of reward do you want?"

You pause. "What does Rin-kun want?"

A blush paints him deep red and you ans Isagi sort of smile in mutual understanding. He frowns, bangs covering his face.

"Want you to sit on my face,"

You look at Isagi.

"Then that, if that's okay."

Isagi hums, a hand on Rin's nape. "More than okay. Guess it's fine to spoil him a little more."

Rin makes a disgruntled noise, but ultimately - he doesn't seem too unhappy with it either.

A very careful balancing act.

[ragegf]

im so sick.

let me live without this.

Kn8 + illness.

Kafka Hibino is a pretty healthy person. His immune system is strong, at least; he's rarely ever sick. Because of this, he's pretty useless when you're sick. The first few times, at least. He remembers what his parents used to do for him, but not much else. The type to Google your symptoms.

Mina Ashiro also gets sick pretty rarely, but when she does it hits hard. She's catatonic for a few days when sick, meaning she mostly sleeps it off. You'd think she was unconscious. When you're sick, she piles blankets around you and makes sleepy time tea, and puts on your favorite show or movie. She's honestly hoping sleep works for you, too. If it doesn't, she's kind of at a loss and just encourages you to see a doctor.

Reno Ichikawa was a frail kid, and got sick often in childhood. He's especially prone to colds. His immune system has improved since then, enough that he can be on the defense force, but when he does get sick, he knows exactly what to do, unless of course he becomes delirious from the amount of medication he takes. When you're sick, he kinda goes into mom mode. Nags you about staying hydrated. Still, you feel better pretty quickly since he's an expert.

Soshiro Hoshina never gets sick. He's just meticulous enough about everything hygiene that he successfully avoids most viruses. However, if he does get sick, it's mild at first. He just keeps on living as if he's not sick and makes himself sicker. By the time he collapses in the training room, you've already yelled at him twice. However, he's great when you're sick. Again, meticulous; he's already called your doctor by the second sneeze.

Iharu Furuhashi is a giant baby when he's sick. Acts like he's dying the second he sniffles, and DEMAMDS cuddles despite being contagious. On the other hand, when you're the sick one, he tries to be the hero about it. Likewise, acts like YOU'RE dying as soon as you sneeze. "Nooooo my baby my princess omg are you ok my beloved?!?@ also bless you" lol. If it gets bad enough he's in hysterics. Calls your mom AND his own mom instead of the doctor because he's clueless.

Gen Narumi acts dead when he's sick. He's not as dramatic as Iharu but does say things like "goodbye cruel world" and "can't believe in gonna die before I finish [insert game here]." Like Mina, he sleeps a lot, but probably even more than she does. When the tables are turned, he dotes on you. It seems out of character until you realize he's secretly glad it's not the other way around this time. Still, he does care. And his soft side is soft.

Rin Shinonome is another one who prides herself on never getting sick. When she does, she has a tendency to take too much medicine and start tripping balls in training. Which is bad Narumi kicks her ass so hard and laughs. She's embarrassed lol. Anyway. When its you, though, she's not as reckless and tries to take care of you. Another clueless one but she's really empathetic and probably cries if you throw up and/or cry.

[sxkura-blxssxm]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙸𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚎.

One of my favourite topics when it comes to anime is the misunderstanding of complex yet well written characters such as Mr Itoshi Sae himself. Due to his blunt and cold nature, many people seem to assume that Sae is the bad guy and wants to purposely crush the dreams of aspiring footballers (such as Rin) however it's not the case at all.

In reality, we haven't seen enough of Sae (both in the manga or anime) to paint a solid character profile and come to a solid conclusion as to why he is the way he is. I believe football and the exposure to it at such a high level whilst only being 13 would have massively impacted his personality and he suggests this himself in his profile within the Egoist Bible. When asked 'What do you think you'd turn out to be if you hadn't met soccer?', he replied with "I'd have lived a normal happy life. My personality might not have turned out like this either.". Sae is a gentle soul, we see this in how he is with Rin when they were younger and you can tell he does care for Rin however I reckon he would have had to 'toughen' up when being exposed to the cruel reality of being a professional footballer.

Professional sports is brutal. And so is the environment in which you are surrounded by. I'm not sure in regards to other countries, but English football can have some of the most toxic and vile fans, racism is a super common occurrence. In 2020, Marcus Rashford missed a penalty during the shootout in the England vs Italy match and received an influx of racism and abuse. I bring this point up because in Season 1 of Blue Lock we see Sae is wearing black and white wristbands which is what footballers normally wear to symbolise the 'Stand Up Speak Up' campaign created for battling racism within European Football. This could suggest one of two things: Sae is wearing it to promote the campaign or Sae experienced racism whilst in Spain. Experiencing something like this can be absolutely detrimental to a person, at the end of the day professional athletes are also human beings, if it is the case that Sae has experienced this, then it makes a lot of sense as to why he is the way he is ESPECIALLY towards Rin. Why? Because he wants to protect Rin from the harsh cruel reality of professional football.

Which brings me on to my next point! Sae and Rin's relationship as of now. This dynamic is heavily misread by a lot of people, even friends who I have discussed this with have said that Sae is just cruel and hates his brother. This is just not the case. If anything, Sae is super emotionally constipated, he cares but he doesn't exactly show it in the best way and I believe that Sae is just trying to protect Rin. Yes, he can be an ass but he's just naturally blunt as is anyways. My favourite thing to mention that not many people do, is that we have only ever seen Sae from Rin's perspective and so the portrayal of Sae is biased to Rin's feelings about him. During the fateful night where the brothers 'fought', I believe it was fully shown to us from Rin's perspective alone, Sae's dialogue and attitude is how Rin perceived him at the time which to us looks like: cold, cruel and bad. In reality, Sae had been through a lot in the four years he'd been away from home, he was only a baby himself and went through so much. When we see Sae in that scene he looks tired and Rin does ask if he's lost weight, this alone backs up that we saw the fight through only Rin's perspective. The whole point of me ranting on about this is because I don't believe Sae would have straight up told rin "You're not necessary in my life anymore", he cares about him too much. I think because of the shock that they aren't sharing the same dream anymore and Rin's refusal to see that Spain has drastically changed Sae and his personality, he paints Sae in a cruel way in order to try and dissociate his feelings from the situation. It's common knowledge that Sae didn't view that night as a fight and instead just saw it as Rin being a rebellious teen. I think it would be interesting to see how that encounter went down from Sae's perspective.

I literally adore Sae as a character, he is so real. He is the perfect representation of what professional sports can do to a person, but some of y'all wanna hate on my glorious king. I will literally defend this man to the end of time.

Dividers from: https://rxttenflesh.tumblr.com/post/677807751539425280

[chiasaaa]

– mean it || part ii

itoshi sae x f! reader

summary: loving someone as cruel as itoshi sae has to be the worst thing that ever happened to a hopeless romantic like you. years of pining over your childhood crush finally comes to an end, or does it?

warning: english is not my first language. apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors.

– the night with sae after nationals was all you could ever dream of. he had taken you out in an evening stroll, talking about everything and anything between the years you've been apart. you have come to know that sae did in fact return to japan when he was sixteen, but only to officially break his promise with his little brother. it confirmed your theory. when you were still in japan, rin had grown distant and closed himself off even to you, who he treated like his big sister. you went through heaven and hell trying to salvage what's left of your relationship, but he was fully convinced that you will leave him the same way sae left him at some point in your life when you grow tired of him.

you scolded sae for a solid ten minutes when he revealed it all to you, jokingly passing the blame to him for how your relationship with the younger itoshi turned out. unbeknownst to you, sae was a little glad you didn't grow closer to his little brother. it made him feel like somehow, he still knows you more than he does.

for the first time in the eighteen years you've known each other, he finally held your hand that night. he held your hand so gently that you swore he's indirectly confessing already, but you didn't let your emotions get ahead of you. you shouldn't believe anything until he finally says something.

you have been for more than a decade, and it will only take him one night for you to confirm it.

yet it never happened.

he held your hand, took your around the city, took you to the one japanese restaurant he knows in spain to remind you of home, then walked you back to your apartment. not a single word of confession of his interest towards you.

still, you couldn't have asked for more that night. it was enough that you had your chance to reunite with your childhood best friend; enough to know that he remembers you and treats you the same. as if you were never apart. it felt nice to be remembered. you didn't have to deal with him acting like he doesn't know you.

or so you thought.

when you happen to be early for your morning workout at the gym, you found sae leaving with a few of his teammates. you go to greet him with a cheery smile on your face, obviously showing that you're familiar with the latter. you didn't expect him to go full-on smiling and waving back at you. no, sae is nothing like that. instead, you expected him to give the usual nod or the slightest wave with his hand, yet what you received was none of the above.

he flat out ignored you.

it was alright, you thought. maybe he didn't see you. it's not that big of a deal. his strikers were talking to him, after all, and he needs to hear their ideas for new plays.

that was all there is to it, so you didn't bring it up anymore when he arrived at the foot of your door the day, inviting you out for dinner. this time, he took you to his favorite spanish restaurant, introducing you to a variety of dishes you're yet to try since you landed in spain. he knew that you love food. you love discovering new flavors and experimenting on them in your own kitchen when you have free time. he made sure to let you know that he knows.

"i'll be expecting the next time i visit that your apartment will smell like spices." he commented, causing the tips of your ears to redden. you have always focused on the littlest things, believing that a person truly is in love when they remember the slightest of things about their partner. sae doing so only left your heart fluttering.

it was a good thing the restaurant itself was hot that night, as you had a good reason to blame for your warm face. though, to sae, it was clear. he laughed it off and decided not to tease you any further since then.

for the night, that is.

sae walks with you, talks to you in earnest, laughs with you. sae spends time with you. it isn't anything like him, even in your eyes. back then, you have always been the one to invite him out for ice cream. he would reason that he'll only go because rin also wants ice cream, even when rin was out of earshot and had absolutely no idea they're getting ice cream after football practice.

sae laughs with you, a feat he almost never does with anyone. it's already hard enough to get a small smile out of him, even more so a full on chuckle. yet with you, it seemed to easy, as if you were the funniest person on earth. only you can entertain him the way he delights himself to.

it made you feel special in some way, having him laugh with you so sweetly. they were moments cherished behind closed curtains.

days turned to weeks, and dinners out with sae became a routine. you would go to the gym, train with your team, head home to freshen up, then wait by the living room expectant of sae's three knocks.

sae would still ignore you from time to time. whether it be the gym, or when both your teams have joint lunches, and even when you simply pass each other by the complex. you always excused it as him being busy and focused. after all, you both came here for football in the first place. you can't begin to ask him to pay more attention to you when you were never his priority in the first place.

still, you should be in the tier at the least, right?

no matter, there is no point thinking about it further. you spend time together at the end of the day, anyway. way too many times for the day when you've gone through all the restaurants nearby comes. and so, the day sae had been expecting finally came.

he knocks on your door after another day of training, and contrary to your usualy outdoor clothes, you're dressed in your most comfortable oversized sweater and a pair of shorts that was barely visible with how your top fell down your thighs.

"hey, come in." you invited. "i made dinner!"

he would hate to admit it, but it smelled too good to pass up. he entered without hesitation, taking his shoes off like the asian he is, and followed you to the dining area right by the kitchen. you made him sit on the table while you finish up, and he silently watched as you turned the stove off and transferred the food to a bowl. it was a good thing the table's near the kitchen counter, where you cook right on the other side of it. it allowed him the excuse to watch you without having to get caught and making a flimsy excuse like he's just watching the fly atop your head in amusement (there is no fly).

dinner that night felt different–felt more intimate. rather than the usual let's sit across each other, sae gently pulled you down the seat beside him before you could take the seat across his. he tells you that you're not strangers for both of you to sit across each other like an interview, another one of his stupid reasons to cover up this terrifyingly addictive feeling you give him. as if ever admitting it would kill him.

in his mind, maybe it really would, given that he's not used to such foreign feelings. he's had his share of small crushes here and there, but never were they as strong as how he feels about you.

your great food made it difficult for him, however, to hide such feelings. he couldn't help but praise you for your cooking, suggesting that you should try being a chef in your next life. you laughed at the idea, shaking your head as you continued to say, "nah, i don't think i could ever let go of football."

somehow, such confession only made him fall for you even more. it terrified him, finding this pit into love stretch deeper and deeper with every day he spends with you. maybe it was a moment of weakness he had that night, but he wasn't able to stop himself from reaching over and finally capturing your lips with his own.

that night.

he chose to ignore the ache behind his heart at the thought of falling in love and gave in—wanting to feel what it’s like to love.

it felt like a dream, much like the day you reunited. if not, even better than that. the way he held you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you lied on your bed together. the clothes stayed on, nothing more intimate than kissing and a little bit of hiking clothes up just by a tad bit happened.

sae is respectful in his own way, yet undeniably selfish at the same time. he would kiss you like you're the only girl in the world–hugs you like you're the only one he loves. he opens his heart to you like you're the only one who can take care of such a fragile thing. everything he did with you behind closed doors all pointed to the word love. he was respectful that way, assuring you that you're the only girl in his eyes.

since then, you both hurry home rather than going out with your friends. you both would rather preserve this little bubble of comfort you've created for only you two than anything else. you wouldn't have traded it for anything else.

yet, he's as selfish as he is respectful. you never knew both words could ever get along in one sentence, yet you began to notice it when your mind cleared up randomly. call it comfortability—the one thing that allowed you to calm down and think things through once again.

and so, you noticed it all. how he is indeed purposely ignoring you in public, especially when you're with your team. how he would act like you're nothing but a mere speck of dust to him during team lunches. how he would slyly evade your hand reaching for his when you thought you were alone (which you were).

the moment you step out of your apartment, it's like sae never knew who you were. some interviews would mention your name, asking for his opinion as you are the rising star of re al, yet he would only quip a, "i know her as our women's youth team's ace. nothing else". as if you never walked the streets of madrid together; as if you were strangers who only happened to be in the same place at the same time.

you wish you had known earlier, so that it wouldn't hurt the way it does now. one night, you allowed yourself to spiral in all these thoughts as you lie on your bed. you read through the evidence etched on the stillness of your ceiling how sae has been playing you perfectly. quite the midfielder he is, indeed.

you would be lying if you say that it doesn't hurt whenever he let goes of your hand when other people join your space; how your heart clenches whenever he gives you one of his cold side-eyes that made you feel so little–so beneath him.

it bothered you too much, and you were at your limit. and so, the night came when confrontation and clarity is all you sought from him. after washing the dishes, he goes to plant a kiss on your lips when he joined you at the living room, only to be blocked by a finger against his lips.

he looks at you, confused, then takes a seat beside you.

"everything alright?" he asks.

you sigh, preparing yourself for what's to come. if there is one thing you hate about sae, it would be how he would never, even in god's name, listen or even engage in confrontations. you know it very well, especially if it involves being vulnerable and talking about his true feelings. he's only ever good with actions, but is that really enough for the both of you to maintain such a confusing setup?

"what are we doing here, sae?" you finally ask, determined to meet him in the eyes as you did.

"what do you mean?"

"i enjoy spending time with you. cooking with you, strolling around with you, eating with you, and everything in between." you began. "i love it when you kiss and hold me, how you wait for me to sleep before you do. we do things like lovers do, but what are we really?"

to you, it seemed like he was a deer caught in headlights. sae could only stare at you as he processed your words. he didn't expect you to confront him so soon, to finally search for the one thing he's been trying to avoid all this time.

"it's clear that i like you, sae. i'm willing to bet it's even more than that now," you chuckle, quite defeatedly so, "but do those kisses mean the same way for you as it does to me?"

again, he doesn't respond.

"we can't keep roleplaying forever."

being met with silence again and again only frustrated you even more. as much as you hate letting your emotions taking the wheel, you couldn’t help but wear your heart upon your sleeve this time. you try reaching out for his hand, as a way of assuring yourself that he’s yours, but he did it again.

itoshi sae evaded your fucking hand, standing up from the sofa with nothing but the same old blank stare he used to give before you crept your way into his heart. as if he’s tearing through every fibre of your being with his glaring teals, daring you to come any closer if you had the guts to begin with.

“am i really just an object to you?” it barely came out as a whisper. you didn’t want to think that way. you wanted to believe that sae sees you for who you are—as someone he’s willing to love and give his heart too.

but really, who were you kidding?

you must have known him a little too well because what he did next is as clear as day in your mind. itoshi sae didn't waste any time turning his back to you to do what he does best—tuck his shoes in and leave.

you should have known it would turn out this way, and as heartbreaking as it could go, you knew it was the right thing to do. that said, sae left you with only one option left.

[opheliachoii]

☁︎ Kindred ☁︎

FEATURING : Itoshi Sae, and Itoshi Rin

ABOUT : This au is how I would imagine the Itoshi brothers being more open, and more brotherhood. Some are also based on the fandom's theory.

note : THIS IS A HEADCANON !! I just want to have a soft and brotherly interaction with the two just like those days when they were younger. Enjoy!

— As Sae realized what he just said and did towards Rin, he felt like he wasn't the ideal big brother.

"Don't make me puke, and DON'T you DARE use me as a reason to play soccer."

"I might be someone special to you, but to me, you're just an eyesore and the pain-in-the-ass little brother."

During the NEL, Sae wanted to explain everything to Rin, but Rin was stubborn enough to ignore his brother because his goal was to crush him, he doesn't see Sae as his big brother anymore. He despises him, after the situation in the snowy field and U-20, he had enough.

Rin's team won because of Rin's goal, Sae was there to witness, his tears started to drop. He did not expect his brother to be an insane monster on-field. He suddenly felt the proudness in his spirit.

"That's.. My brother.." He whispered as the cheer went on.

As Rin's team went on to the benches to give each other some group hugs, he went to Rin who was spacing out, as if he was thinking of something really deeply.

"Rin." Rin's eyes widen as he unexpectedly saw his brother in the flesh. "Nii— Sae. What are you doing here?" He swiftly switched into his cold aura.

"謝りに来たよ" [ I came to apologize ]

"Huh? For what?" He said as he furrowed his eyebrows, but instead of receiving an answer, he was greeted by a warm hug by Sae.

"You did it Rin, you succeeded soccer without me.." Suddenly Rin felt an overwhelming emotion "What do you mean?" He soon got startled as Sae pats his head. "You're getting really tall Rin, I feel so short next to you" Sae chuckled.

Then Rin's tears soon flowed slowly "N-nii-chan?" "I'm sorry Rin, I thought by saying those things would be a way of inspiring you to be a striker without me but, in the end.. I've hurt you more.."

Rin's eyes became more teary then he soon hugged Sae "I was really hurt Nii-chan.. When you told me that Isagi was a better striker than me, I felt like I was digging my grave, then and there." Sae's eyes widen.

"I'm sorry.. What I meant is you did great.. I was blinded by the goal.. I felt so cruel back then.. But now you proved me wrong." Sae smiled. "Hey! Rin! We'll be having dinner— oh- Sae.." Isagi bowed, as Sae bowed back, "Hey, is it okay if I borrow my brother for tonight?" Sae asked "Oh of course!" Isagi responded "Congrats on your team Rin, good game." Isagi offered his hand, and Rin slowly accepted it.

"Oi~ Isagi!! さあ行こう!!" [ Let's go!! ]

Bachira yelled from afar as he was waving his hand to catch Isagi's attention.

"Gotta go, excuse me." Isagi politely stated as he left.

Rin soon had the urge to smile "Well if it isn't that smile I used to see during my childhood" Sae teased "I feel.. Happy.." Rin spoke "As you should. Shall we buy our all-time favourite ice pop?" Rin slightly chuckled, "Sure."

— Timeskip —

The sun is setting and the Itoshi brothers are walking down a peaceful alleyway like when they were kids, as soon as they bought the ice pop, Rin was still wearing his jersey but with leather baggy jeans for his bottom.

"勝つ" [ Win ] Sae smirked "Tsk 失う" [ Lose ] Rin spoke with annoyance "Hey, you're still the winner today" Sae tried to cheer Rin up.

They sat on the exact same spot where they used to sit, "This spot feels nostalgic." Rin starts to reminisce, "This spot was where we sat before I went to Spain"

Rin soon turned to Sae "Hey I know you're asking what happened to me, I just.. Felt discouraged." Rin furrowed his brows "Like how? You're basically the Prodigy of Japan, why would you say that?" Then Rin saw Sae's black and white bracelet.

"Nii-chan.."

"It's okay, I soon realized it was my fault too, I dumped my anger and rage towards you. Again, I'm really sorry Rin.."

Rin went silent, not knowing what to say.

"Actually, I'm really proud of you, growing into soccer without me. It means you're independent now, I can finally say that I am worthy to serve my little brother as a midfielder and him as a striker."

"Nii-chan.. You are still after that- dream?"

He just kicked Rin on his abdomen, Rin whinced in pain "Still got a problem with that?" Rin looked down and shook his head.

"If that's what you want... Then— I have nothing to do, but to continue as a striker without you." Rin said coldly.

"That's my lil' bro."

They both laughed it all off, knowing their silly fight was all an misunderstanding and a nonsense argument.

End.

[kiyosamu]

Dewy grass & cigarettes.

———♡———

Pairing: Rintaro Suna x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort. Past arguments & resolving them. Long term friendship, playful banter.

Synopsis: Suna finds you partying right after the two of you just had a friendship ending argument.

———♡———

The music booms through the house, vibrating against the wall behind you. You close your eyes and focus on each beat. It’s almost like it lines up with your heartbeat, and you feel it through your body. You grin to yourself, leaning back into the wall and sighing.

“You good?” Suna’s voice startles you and you glare at him with a bloodshot gaze.

“Clearly not.” Suna scoffs, crouching lower and looking into your eyes. “You’re fucked up on something. What’d you take?”

“None of your business.” You mumble, shooing him away. It really wasn’t any of his business. You’d pretty much parted ways in every fashion a few days prior. He had no right to express any concern over your actions anymore.

“Why? Because I told you the truth?” He rolls his eyes and you can practically feel the cruel condescension in his tone. “Get over it.”

“Why are you coming up to me just to be rude?” You look away, but his hand gently takes your chin, turning you back to face him.

“If honesty is rude, so be it.” Suna’s stern expression remains as he continues. “Why are you even here? This party is moronic and packed full of complete idiots.”

“So you think I’m a moronic idiot?” You ask and cross your arms.

“Well, yeah. Everyone here is.”

Your blood starts to boil and all maturity flies out the window. “Yet here you are. So you’re an idiot too.”

“Mm, fair point. Though, if I hadn't come, you'd probably be partying your life away and not even have thought about me or how to fix our broken friendship.” Suna responds with an irritating amount of maturity in his tone.

“And how can I do that, hm? You pretty much told me to get lost, so why would I be moping around alone when I can find new friends?” You start to yell - and whether it’s the drugs, your feelings, or the smoke in the air, your eyes are starting to water.

“Let me remind you, then. I asked you not to tell me all of your problems because I'm not capable of handling your emotional burden. I'm not your therapist, and I couldn’t be if I tried. I'm your friend. Yet you still try to tell me everything.” Suna sighs, looking away for a moment. “I know, you have no one else. And neither do I, so I put up with it. But you're getting mad at me for caring too much for you, and then get mad when I don't care enough. Make up your damn mind.”

Says the guy who was constantly begging for you to tell him what’s wrong, even though you insisted that you were okay.

“Fuck off, Rin.” You mutter.

“That’s it?” Suna laughs, “I say one thing that upsets you and I just get ‘fuck off, Rintaro’ in response? Typical you.”

You start to turn around and walk away.

“You're acting like a petulant child. You've been doing shit like this to me so much that I'm not even surprised anymore.” Suna continues with his brutal honesty, yet follows you as you walk outside.

A few minutes after you’ve cooled off, you lay back in the dewy midnight grass. The sounds of the house party fade in the back of your mind as you try to find the headspace you were in before such a rude interruption.

“Hey.” The grass squishes down next to you as you feel a familiar presence sit his rude ass down. “Look. I'm sorry. I went a bit too far. I get frustrated, though, when you just blow up at me when I try to help you with your problems. I still want to care for you and make sure you're doing fine. Is that wrong?”

“You are so fucking confusing. You want me to tell you my problems, then when I do, you get all weird and say that you’re not my therapist and don’t want to absorb my emotional trauma or whatever.” You groan, “Which is it?!”

“I don’t know. I said I’m sorry, okay? We’re both a bit fucked up, I guess. I want to help you. And then when you tell me what’s up, it reminds me of some of my own shit and then I realize I can’t really handle it all at once.” Suna runs his hand through his hair, “Does that make sense?”

“No. But you are right. We are both fucked up.” You sigh, “Me, especially. I don’t know what I even took tonight but I’m high as shit.”

Suna snorts with laughter. “Wanna go back inside?”

“Hell no.” You grin, “I kinda wanna just stay in this grass. I could fall asleep here.”

“We’re leaving, then. I’ll take you home. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let you melt away into this nasty grass. It might feel good, but you don’t see what I’m seeing. It’s a graveyard of beer cans and cigarette butts surrounding you.” He smirks, “Probably a bunch of spiders, too.”

You jolt up at the mention of spiders and Suna helps you stand, smiling as he looks down at you.

“Why are you taking me home?” You ask as the two of you make his way to his car.

“It’s what friends do.” He raises an eyebrow, “They make sure they get home safely.”

“Oh, so we’re friends again?” You huff.

“No, I absolutely hate you.” Suna chuckles softly. “Of course we're friends, dummy. You really are fucked out of your mind if you thought otherwise.”

You get into his car and buckle up. “I’m pretty sure I thought that because I declared our friendship over after our argument. And then you called me an idiotic moron.”

“Yeah, you are an idiotic moron. You're my little idiot, though, so I'll still take care of you.” Suna smirks at you and turns his head to the road as he shifts his car into drive. “Your declaration means nothing. Our friendship will be over when I decide that, and that will never happen. So get used to me. I’m not going anywhere.”

[phaerlax]

Clan/Garu ficlet anthology!

I'm excited to finally announce this project!~ Remember when Garu won the Top Bottom tournament? Well, consider this a treatise on why.

The people who are most normal about the dog boy have gathered to make one fic wherein every other character gives him what he wants (or a version of it). I am writing Dante, Blade, Morvay, Eiden, and Rin. @raynui is writing Kuya, Yakumo, Aster, and Karu. @xrivalsilverx is writing Rei, Quincy, Olivine, and Edmond.

Join us on this journey at your leisure. The chapters won't be sequential, so feel free to hop in whenever we feature your blorbo(s) if you're picky. But if you're wise enough to like Garu himself... prepare 😌 I'm very proud of what we're putting out with two beta readers per chapter...

Chapter 1 is kuyaru, of course! Come get some kuyaru chastity play 🗝️

“I mean– A-actually, I knew Karu would feel sad if he was the only one in the cage– so I didn’t say anything.” “You needn’t coddle him; that naughty mutt knows that the punishments he earns are his own to bear.”  Kuya reached out, but still Garu fussed and protected his precious cage from that dreaded key. “B-but!  It’s easier for him if it’s both of us, so I can wear it until his punishment is over.” “Oh my, how selfless,” Kuya chuckled as he flicked the key back into mist. “Has this not impeded your own pursuit of pleasure?” “Well… It’s okay, I can endure it for Karu’s sake!” “Just for Karu, hm?” Garu squirmed when Kuya stroked all the way up his inner thigh to caress the skin around his little cock and balls. “—A-And master thought it was ‘kinky’, too… So if he’s happy, then I’m happy!” “How very curious.  I believe I heard a rather different story from the young master.” Garu’s face paled; his ears folded back. “Indeed,” Kuya smiled. “The young master whinged at me for being too cruel, as he is wont to do.  And today, he claimed that you had already begged me for respite, but I did not grant it.  Whyever would he think something like that?”

[iwashie]

BLUE LOCK MEN AS BREAKUP SONGS

📌 itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, oliver aiku, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, michael kaiser

︶ ︶ ︶    ୨୧ ︶ ︶ ︶ warnings- breakup songs that I think suits the Blue Lock boys. (pt1?)

♡ ITOSHI SAE- MR. PERFECTLY FINE/ TAYLOR SWIFT

Mr. "Perfect face" Mr. "Here to stay" Mr. "Looked me in the eye and told me you would never go away" Everything was right Mr. "I've been waiting for you all my life" Mr. "Every single day until the end, I will be by your side" .. Hello, Mr. "Perfectly fine" How's your heart after breaking mine? Mr. "Always at the right place at the right time," baby Hello Mr. "Casually cruel" Mr. "Everything revolves around you" I've been Ms. "Misery" since your goodbye And you're Mr. "Perfectly fine" Mr. "Never told you why" Mr. "Never had to see me cry" Mr. "Insincere apology so he doesn't look like the bad guy" He goes about his day Forgets he ever even heard my name Well, I thought you might be different Than the rest, I guess you're all the same...

✦ ISAGI YOICHI- SOMEBODY ELSE/ THE 1975

So I heard you found somebody else And at first, I thought it was a lie I took all my things that make sounds The rest I can do without I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody else I'm looking through you While you're looking through your phone And then leaving with somebody else No, I don't want your body But I'm picturing your body with somebody else....

★ OLIVER AIKU- NOT IN THE SAME WAY/ 5SOS

Drink all night, never sleep You say, "Go," I won't leave I love you, you love me But not in the same way Rip my heart out and leave On the floor, watch me bleed I love you, you love me But not in the same way We fuck, and we fight, then you call me a psycho I walk out the door, but you won't let me let go Turn right around, throwin' rocks at your window But I can't forget you, and I'll always let you...I love you, you love me But not in the same way...

❥ NAGI SEISHIRO- GILDED LILY/ CULTS

Now it's been long enough to talk about it I've started not to doubt it, just wrap my head around it I remember when you told me it's an everyday decision But with my double vision, how was I supposed to see the way? Haven't I given enough, given enough? Always the fool with the slowest heart But I know you'll take me with youWe'll live in spaces between walls.... Haven't I given enough, given enough?...

▞ BACHIRA MEGURU- MORAL OF THE STORY/ ASHE

So I never really knew you God, I really tried to Blindsided, addicted Felt we could really do this But really I was foolish Hindsight, it's obvious Talking with my lawyer She said, "Where'd you find this guy?" I said, "Young people fall in love With the wrong people sometimes" Some mistakes get made That's alright, that's okay You can think that you're in love When you're really just in pain Some mistakes get made That's alright, that's okay In the end, it's better for me That's the moral of the story, baby.....

❖ITOSHI RIN- THANKS FOR NOTHING/ THE NEARLY DEADS

Thanks for nothing, all the bad advice. You never gave me anything. Hope you're having fun across the country Making brand new memories. Sorry it's not far enough away. I'm sick, so i'm sorry i'm giving up. Now i'll never wonder if i'm good enough for you.I'm getting older every day, I'm getting over you. You will never share in my success, You will never play a part in my happiness again. I'm getting older everyday, I'm getting over you this way. Take a step back, try to see it both ways. Looking from the outside everything seems ok. But we're not ok. All these guilty feelings i have harbored over years of your neglect, They end tonight.... Take a step back, try to find a lifeline. Looking from the outside everyone is just fine. I'm doing fine.The only thing you taught me was to run away and how to waste my life How to waste my life....

✸ MICHAEL KAISER- HATE ME/ ELLIE GOULDING

Hate me, hate me, still tryna replace me Chase me, chase me, tell me how you hate me Erase me, 'rase me, wish you never dated me Lies, tell me lies, baby, tell me how you hate me It's a thin line between all this love and hate (okay) And if you switch sides, you're gon' have to claim your place (okay) So baby, this time you're gon' have to seal your fate (okay) Yeah, baby, this time you're gon' have to seal your fate... Tell me how you hate me, hate me, still tryna replace me Chase me, chase me, tell me how you hate me Erase me, 'rase me, wish you never dated me Lies, tell me lies, baby, tell me how you hate me...

[kimeow7]

Eternal Shadows Ch.7

Eternal Shadows (m) Chapter 7. The Time

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (18+) Please do not read if you are underage.

Warnings: Hospital. Talks about death. Death. A lot of chitchatting. And some mentions of anxiety, if you are uncomfortable reading this story please refrain from doing so. A lot of chitchatting.

(**** indicates small time jump) 

Again this chapter hasn't been revised. The grammar might be off and certainly, I am not a medical professional so the descriptions of the procedures and the hospital itself are simply based on watching way too much Grey's Anatomy. ¯\(°_o)/¯

Thanks To everyone who has taken the time to read my story...

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are used as inspiration for the characters in this story. However, this is a work of fiction and should not be seen as a projection, representation, or judgment of the real-life individuals. The scenarios and representations depicted in this story are entirely fictional and do not aim to convey any aspects of real life.

You lay awake, plagued by the weight of an impossible decision. You couldn't sleep, how could you find solace in the midst of such uncertainty? Your very existence teetered on the edge of a precipice, with the knowledge that death was inevitable.

Yoongi's words echoed relentlessly in your mind, a constant reminder of the terrifying truth. There seemed to be no escape from this fate unless you were to accept his enticing deal. But the more you think about it, the more daunting it becomes.

To determine the destiny of five souls—such a colossal responsibility weighed heavily on your conscience. Their eternal rest or eternal torment would rest solely in your hands. The mere thought sent shivers down your spine as if you could already feel the souls tugging at your very being.

Yet, as you grappled with the decision, a chilling realization took hold. your own soul, once vibrant and full of life, would be left in that realm of eternal darkness if you weren't to accept his offer.

The mere prospect of such a fate frightens you. The idea of being trapped in shadows forever denied the solace of eternal rest, was too horrifying to fathom.

However, could you bear the burden of sending the souls you will judge to the same dreadful fate? It is an undeniably cruel deal.

And a thought fills your mind

Yoongi is a merciless god.

The knock on your door shattered the silence of your internal turmoil. With a timid voice, you beckoned the person outside to come in.

"Are you awake?" Dr. Kim entered your room, cautiously moving towards your bed.

"Couldn't sleep," you replied, and the doctor hummed in response. He proceeded with his routine check-up, examining your eyes, heart, fluids, and chart. It has become a familiar routine for you.

"I don't see any improvement in your platelet count; I'm puzzled," the doctor expressed his confusion. His sole objective at this moment was to raise your platelet count so that he could take you to the surgical room. However, he was falling short of achieving that goal. You knew the reason why - Yoongi had told you. Your path had been set, and there was nothing your doctor or anyone else, except the visiting god, could do about it.

"I'll order another transfusion, y/n. I had hoped to take you to surgery today," the doctor informed you with a tinge of disappointment. You mustered a tender smile, trying to conceal the true torment that haunted you.

"I'm sorry I can't do more for you. I don't understand what's happening," he apologized sincerely.

"It's not your fault, Doctor. I know you're doing everything you can," you assured him.

"And yet... It's not enough," he replied, his voice filled with frustration and helplessness.

Your friends, Jimin and RinRin, paid you a visit. Their presence brought you both gratitude for their company and sadness knowing that this might be the last time you see them in this context.

Rin had thoughtfully brought you comfier pajamas and a fluffy pillow, along with a few pictures and knickknacks to add some personal touches to your hospital room. Jimin, on the other hand, arrived with a bouquet of beautiful gardenias, their heavenly scent filling the room and replacing the sterile hospital aroma.

It was clear that they didn't expect you to leave this room anytime soon.

As you began to grow uncomfortable in bed, RinRin asked if you were allowed to walk somewhere. You admitted that you hadn't asked.

"I don't see why not!" RinRin exclaimed, jumping up and rushing out of the room. You turned to Jimin, who shook his head and chuckled.

"Watch her go and force a nurse to let you out for a while," he predicted.

And true to his words, RinRin returned within minutes, wheeling a wheelchair with a nurse in tow. Soon enough, you found yourself settled in the chair, still hooked to an IV bag that would accompany you. RinRin and Jimin took you to the hospital terrace, allowing you to enjoy some fresh air.

Oh, how much you needed to feel the breeze, the warmth of the sun on your skin, and even the unpleasant scents of the city. The laughter and bickering of your friends filled the air, bringing a wide smile to your face. It felt like all the life you longed to live.

You don't want to die.

"So... did you talk to the god?" Rin asked as she joined your side, having been caught up in a playful argument with Jimin about who would pay for lunch— an argument that of course, Jimin lost.

"I did," you replied, your gaze still fixed on the bustling city before you.

"And?" Rin inquired further.

"I have to give an answer tonight," you told her, avoiding direct eye contact.

"How did he respond to your revised terms?" she pressed on.

You felt grateful for your friends. They never dismissed your story, denied the existence of Yoongi, or made you feel as if you were experiencing an elaborate hallucination or lost your mind. Both Rin and Jimin acknowledged your truth.

"He gave me the details..." you sighed, and RinRin waited for you to continue. "I would have to judge five souls," you said, raising your hand and extending your fingers to emphasize the number. "I would be responsible for deciding whether their souls would rest eternally or..."

"Go to hell?" Rinn interjected with a chuckle

"Hell?" you chuckled back. "I don't even know if it's hell. Or if the reality of it all could align with our conventional description of heavens and hells. Yoongi mentioned the underworld, pain, and suffering. I don't even know if heaven or hell exists as we imagine them. Yoongi is..." You sighed again wondering how else could you continue. "I don't know what to do."

"I would do it," RinRin responded nonchalantly, causing you to finally turn and look at her. She shrugged her shoulders. "He will tell you what they did or what their situation is, right?" She asks and you nod in agreement " I mean, unless they have done something truly horrible or heinous, why not forgive them and then allow them to rest? You fulfill the god's deal, and you get your life back. I would do it."

"That easily?" you asked her, seeking confirmation once more.

"That easily" she responded "Merciful"

As you and your friend sat in silence, Jimin left to fetch lunch - simple sandwiches from the hospital cafeteria. Meanwhile, Rinrin's words echoed in your mind, prompting deep contemplation.

Rinrin had raised a thought-provoking question: Why not grant eternal rest to the five souls you were meant to judge? She presented it as an easy solution, suggesting that you simply allow them to find peace.

However, this notion gave rise to a wave of conflicting emotions within you. While the idea of granting eternal rest seemed simple on the surface, you couldn't ignore the weight of the decision at hand. There were deeper implications and moral considerations that needed to be taken into account.

What to do? What to do?

****

Throughout the day, your friends had come and gone, taking turns to stay by your side during the visiting hours, which occupied most of the day. Like every other day, nurses took your blood, ran tests, and administered the transfusion as ordered by Doctor Kim. As the day neared its end, a sense of nervousness began to creep in, knowing that the time to make a decision was drawing near. Soon, you would either face your demise or continue living as a judge for five strangers.

To distract yourself from the weight of this decision, you tried to stay present at the moment, enjoying the interactions with your friends, engaging in stories, and reliving pleasant memories. You welcomed the distraction of Doctor Kim's visits, attempting to push thoughts of the deal to the back of your mind. However, as the clock continued ticking, your indecisiveness grew, and your mind couldn't help but dwell on the impending choice.

"I'm hoping that this transfusion will bring us closer to our goal, y/n," Doctor Kim remarked as he retrieved the bag containing your transfusion after it had ended. "How are you feeling?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Almost as if his words had summoned it, a strange sensation began to manifest. Your head started to throb, much more intensely than a typical migraine. It was a sudden onset, as you had felt fine and even energized throughout the day. Now, however, it felt as if a heavy weight had been dropped onto your skull.

"Headache," you informed your doctor, squinting to shield your eyes from the intense brightness that seemed to pierce through them. 

You got dizzy, your breathing altered and the yell of your name from Doctor Kim's lips echoed in your ears.

This is it, you know it. 

[purpldazed]

Sept 23, 2024.

Hi stranger,

It wasn't easy to reach out to you and explain what happened in the past two years but I know that it was my mistake to be with my ex and hide what I was dealing with. I fell in love with you somewhere along the lines of being purely platonic best friends and between the all nighters we used to have. With you, I was able to know that love wasn't all consuming like I initially believed. It's funny that I didn't even know that I've been in love with you for the past six years but then again, it was a slow free fall for me. 

What I felt then and now, it had always stayed the same even when we came to change through time and the seasons that had passed when we ended through that misunderstanding of ours. We were just girls who turned into women together and we even experienced accepting our sexualities together. You were colored in every part of me and my life then, even now. All I ever felt was contentment with you, stranger. I was never able to long for anything that you couldn't give whether it was just friendship and shared conversations through eye contact in a crowded room or something beyond the familiarity of our friendship. You were more than enough for me.

But you didn't reach out after you asked me about my feelings and I told the truth. I was left hanging after you told me that it was easier to communicate through messages— “I don't mind our way of communication. It's enough to show our care for each other and keep our distance to avoid breaking each other again,” and then you told me that whatever we hold will pass. “Lilipas rin naman 'to. Kahit mag-explain ka or Hindi tayo magkaroon ng closure kung san nga ba nagkamali lahat.” But it's hard to believe when you're sending me messages only I can decipher and read through understanding the way your mind works.

You're scared. You're hurt yet, you want us to work out like we did in the past. I understand you and why you hurt. I don't blame you for anything but, I'm truly a mess after seeing the highlight on your account and how the last frame only consists of a small glimpse of my letter to you. I was stupid to confess that I fell in love with you but I was dumb to not know that you had once felt the same, too. Years before I realized my own feelings and now it feels like time itself is weaving a cruel play of us. 

You can't ask me to stay because we might end up fix whatever was broken. I can't hang around to wait if this is something more than another friendship break-up. I miss you too deeply these days, stranger. I can't keep listening to our favorite album and hate the idea that I'll leave this country that had became painted in all the hues made of everything that is you. It was wrong for me to fall in love but that's the thing about the free fall and the tenderness, I didn't even know I loved you until it was a little bit too late. 

Although I do know that I have to pick myself for once and I can't stick around in this small town to wait for your answer whether it's the end of us or if I'm waiting for anything at all. Two years was enough and for six years, my heart had only been yours. I can't drop everything in my life just to accommodate when you finally decide to reach out to me again. Am I going to be left waiting around for two years again? I don't think I want to know the answer anymore. I love you and I'm starting to love myself too, stranger.

Hopefully it won't be a goodbye but a see-you-later for now. If I ever see you in this small town or around places we used to call ours, I won't turn the other way whether you'll smile at me or act like I'm truly the ghost of your past. 

- A.

[inthedeadofseasons]

scenes from a story im working on

character warmup scenes, not apart of the real manuscript. I sorta liked how it came out

He looked up at me, his hazel eyes twinkling in the bar’s disco lights. His pale skin is flushed a drunken red and the same color as his lips. “You’re pretty.” He slurred “How many drinks did you have?” “Not enough.” He smiled and grabbed my hands, “since you’re here let’s drink together.” “No, you’re drunk.” “Just one margarita, please?” He gave me that wounded puppy-dog look, a face he knew works on everyone. Even me. “One.” We sat at the bar table with the drinks in front of us. He leaned against me then placed his head on my shoulder “I really love you and Phoebe and Rin. I would be such a shitty person without all of you.” He breathed and looked up at me “Don’t go all cheesy on me.” I sighed “I think I might love you the most.” He said, “I like your cold face and that you only smile at me. And even when you're cold, your voice is always so gentle and warm.” “You sure know how to torment me, don’t you?” I chuckled “See?” He smiled softly and looked down at my hands. He reached out and held my hand loosely in his warm palms. “I think you'd hate me if I told you I'm in love with you.” “No, I'd think you’re drunk and being more of a dumbass than you normally are.” “I only have the confidence to say this to you when I'm a little drunk.” “Yeah, yeah.” I chuckled and took a sip of the margarita He let go of my hand and placed a hand on my cheek as he turned my head towards him and placed his other hand on my cheek, cupping my face in his palms. His hands are soft, and gentle. “I’m in love with you.” He pronounced every word slowly and cautiously as if the words would light his tongue on fire. “August, I love Daphne.” My eyes darting away from him. I tried to focus on the bright beaming colorful lights and the loud chatter of the bar instead. It hardly worked as I could still feel his hands begin to shake. “You’re cruel.” He chuckled bitterly as he bit his bottom lip, “I tell you I love you and you still think of her?” I looked at him “I love you, really. Just not the way you want me to.” I looked away “I can’t imagine kissing you. It makes me feel sick.” He pulled his hands away from my face and turned his body back towards the wooden table, his eyes slightly teary. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that I—“ He leaned in and began drinking his blue margarita. I reached my hand out. “August—“ He slapped my hand away, “I understand. I completely fucking understand. She’s beautiful and smart and sickeningly sweet. Who wouldn’t love her?” He looked down at the drink, “She’s perfect.” “You’re an amazing person, August. You shouldn’t feel like shit about yourself because some girl doesn’t like you back.” He grabbed the drink and lifted it up and gulped it all down in one go. He stood up and looked at me, his hazel eyes now had a hint of the drunken pink from his cheeks.

"You make things worse." He slurred and bumped himself against the chair to try and steady himself against the wooden counter

"Take me home."

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

i think abt how u said xavier is more into rough sex than the others and it's been on my mind since u said it and never elaborated so everyday i wake up and think what u meant by that

i think this is probably an unpopular opinion for this fandom but i stand by it generally

like. to be clear he's not going to fuck you rough without asking. he defaults as intense but rough isnt the same as just being intense. for example i'd describe oliver as being in rough sex whereas rin is just really intense. to me the main seperating factors is the intentionality and mild cruelty. i think being rough is exploiting cruelty for sexual purposes with intent, where as being intense is just acting with instinct so much so that it can be a little hard on your body. but its not cruel.

i think xavier is intense but i also think he has like. the most motivation to be rough during sex. him and caleb for similar reasons.

for xavier its kind of like... he's willing to fulfill any and all of your wishes and none of that makes him particularly uncomfortable as long as you are enjoying yourself because you're like...the center of his universe.

so he's the most comfortable like... being a little bit cruel to you. he has no hang-ups about it as long as he knows you're feeling pleasure. and, he's not going to change his general manner of speaking and do it like a performance.

but he's like... totally comfortable humiliating if you want it. he'll give you whatever you want. him and caleb are very similar in that way but i think xavier has almost no hang ups about it where as caleb still has some.

even while xavier is eager to please you - he's also the li who will do whatever he wants most of the time. so its a two way street of knowing you like it and knowing what reaction he wants from you and those wires crossing in his brain to will him into being kind of rough during sex

and it always, always surprises you. because he's got a pretty face and soft demeanor and even at his most intense - it's still a little shocking. it still catches you off guard every single time - when he hooks his thumb into your mouth or goes just rough enough to make you push him away. it's not like some porn movie, he's not gonna call you a filthy slut in an exaggerated way

but he will sort of. look down at you from his lashes when you get that look of lust in your eyes and act mildly offended as he treats you how you want to be treated. a hand to around your throat while you're nose to nose - half smiling. "don't act like you don't want it," in that one voice.... you see what im saying

[writerwrightlegend]

200-word writing challenge:Day 6.

He was dead. He couldn't believe it. Kenzo Rin was dead. It all so happened so quickly. He was just walking back home through the streets of Shibuya, and he decided to cut through the alleyways in order to avoid the traffic. Halfway through the alleyways, he hears what sounds like a gunshot. He smelt gunpowder in the air. He felt a sudden pain in his chest. He looked down to see that he was bleeding from his chest. Two more gunshots and the bullets hit the back of both of his legs. He fell to his knees in pain. His ears were ringing from the sound of the bullets. Two more rounds both hit the back of his arms. He can barely keep himself composed as he slums up against the wall behind him. He looks up to see one last bullet being fired into his head. After that, silence. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, he couldn't feel, and he couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, his eyes shot open. He wasn't in the alleyway anymore. In fact, he wasn't in Shibuya at all. He was in a room decorated in traditional japanese fashion. He was lying on a futon in front of a small table. He slowly sat up. He noticed that he was wearing a plain black kimono with a red belt. He rolled up the sleeves to see bandages wrapped around his arms where the bullet wounds were. It was the same for his legs and head. As he tried to make sense of his situation, a lady suddenly came through one of the sliding doors holding a tray with a teapot and two cups. She smiled upon seeing Kenzo.

"Good, you're awake. I knew you would come around soon."

She set the tray down on the table and sat down on the other side.

"I am Shira Shinigami."

"I'm-"

Kenzo was cut off by Shira.

"Kenzo Rin? I know. I brought you here, silly."

She began pouring two cups of tea.

"Tea?"

"Um, sure. Wait, how did you know my name?"

"Didn't I tell you already? I brought you here after you died in that alley. Such a shame really, people are so cruel sometimes."

Kenzo hesitantly drank his tea as he tried to process what he was told.

"You saw me die?"

"Yeah, you just so happened to be near my shrine when that happened. It's been a while since I've had a visitor, though, even if you're dead."

"Shrine? Are you a God, err Goddess?"

Shira had a big grin on her face.

"Ding, ding, ding! Correct. I'm a death God to be a bit more specific."

"So, where exactly are we?"

"This place?"

Shira looked around the room before responding.

"It's my house. It's located in a pocket dimension that's connected to my shrine. It's pretty cool, right?"

"That does sound pretty neat..."

"But that's enough about me and my house..."

She sipped on her tea before continuing on.

"Let's get down to why you're here. You see, I kinda looked into your memories to see how your life was, and it was a rough one, that's for sure. I considered just resurrecting you and letting you go on with your life, but how bad it was when you were alive, made me realize that you'd probably be better off being somewhere else that isn't Shibuya."

Kenzo nodded and listened to what Shira was saying.

"Luckily for you, I know just the place for you, but before I can send you there, you've got to sign a contract."

"A contract?"

"Yep. If you want to get another shot at life, then you've gotta sign the contract."

She snapped her fingers, and the contract appeared as well as a pen.

"In order for this to work, you've gotta agree to the bargain."

"Bargain?"

"Yes, I don't just resurrect people for free, you know?"

Kenzo thought for a moment before asking Shira his question.

"What's the bargain?"

"You'll trade your old name and appearance for an entirely new one. You should notice a change after the initial resurrection is completed. This will include most of your memories. You'll vaguely remember Shibuya. You just won't remember what your old life was like."

"So, if I'm hearing this right, if I give you my current name, looks, and memories as well as sign this contract, I'll get resurrected into a new life?"

Shira nodded, confirming Kenzo's words.

"You'll specifically be resurrected into an entirely different world. I'll also be giving you a new name and appearance as part of the agreement. And just to clarify, once you sign the contract, you can not back out as your soul will be permanently bound to the agreements."

"And what if I choose to decline the offer?"

"Your soul will be sent to the afterlife where you'll spend the rest of the entirety for with a million other souls. Quite a boring existence if you ask me. So, what's it going to be?"

Kenzo took a few minutes to think about the decision. On one hand, he can have a better life and truly enjoy himself. On the other hand, he could move on, and his soul could rest easy. Still, he was only 16, and he never felt like he lived at all. He was always struggling to survive and always dancing with death. He knew that Shira was right. Even if he was brought back to Shibuya, nothing would change, and he would still be trapped. After careful consideration, he decided to take Shira's offer.

"I accept your offer."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm absolutely sure. There's nothing left and Shibuya for me, and besides, I already had nothing when I was alive, I would rather be someone than a nobody who's been cast to the shadows."

"Very well."

Shira pushed the contract over to the Kenzo. He signed his name with the pen.

"Now that the deal has been sealed. Let's get this transformation started!"

She snapped her fingers again, and a swirling vortex surrounded Kenzo before engulfing him. His once black hair was now red, and his deep blue eyes were now shimmering gold. His skin went from being pale to being a fair tone of white. His outfit also changed. He now had on a white shirt, and over it was a red waistcoat held other by gold buttons. Resting just above the waistcoat was a black tailcoat with a purple inner layer and gold embroidery over the tailcoat itself. He also now has black pants and black dress shoes. Around his neck is a lace with a golden bell at the end of it. On his finger is a gold ring with rubies embedded in it. He opened his eyes to see his new appearance and stared back at Shira.

"Do you remember your name?"

"..."

"No... I don't..."

"Would you like to know your name?"

He nodded.

"Yes, I would."

"Very well."

"Your name is Echo Ruth."

"Echo Ruth..."

He let his name sink in while Shira snapped her fingers again and a portal in the shape of a mirror appeared behind her.

"What's that?"

"It's your way back home."

"Home?"

"Yep. Fleur City, doesn't it look nice?"

"Yes, it does..."

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Shira gestures towards the portal.

"Thank you, Shira..."

He steps through the mirror as the last bit of his memory of Shibuya fades away, leaving only a vague image of the city and its name as he heads to his new life. He was Kenzo Rin no more. That name was dead to him. He was... Echo Ruth.

Write a piece about a binding contract

[ph4ngz]

Can I request how do Reo, Nagi, and Kunigami fuck?

Of course, my lovely little anon ^3^

isagi, chigiri, bachira, rin + sae version here <3

Mikage Reo fucks you with unnerving passive-aggression. No, no, no. He's not the type to upset you on purpose, as much as he enjoys licking the stray tears that roll down your cheeks while he's fucking you stupid. Nah, Reo is so obsessed with making you cum that he'll unintentionally set off hostile waves of adrenaline rolling through his veins. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! That's right, cutie. I will get another one outta you." Just because he views it as a victory he can achieve on his own, more than once at that. He'll become so focused, so intent sometimes that cumming himself won't even cross his mind. "You've got a few more left, haven't ya? For me?" he'll chuckle breathlessly with a dangerously influential, open-mouthed smile from above you. And of course you'll nod your head so obediently for your sweet Reo, like the skilful cock bullying your insides forbids you from denying.

When he finally notices his abdomen tensing, he'll tip over to the more aggressive side of the scale, veiny hands dying to squeeze the fat of your ass with a bruising pressure whilst his hips stutter. "Nngh— hnngh! Nuh-no… wasn't done~" his orgasm will hit him like a truck, instantly taming his animalistic behaviour and reducing his vocabulary to nothing more than softened whines of ecstasy.

Seishiro Nagi fucks you with pure ego. Oh, you thought he would be gentlemanly enough to let you finish first? Think twice. "Stop whining already…" he'll complain lightheartedly, jackhammering so hard into your poor, neglected cunt that previous loads of cum start to spurt past his dick and land in small specks upon your ass. Soon enough, your incessant wailing will eat at his temper but also at his heart, half giving into you with a "quit bitching and I might let you cum with me this time, sound good?". If you feel inclined to behave yourself, he'll be reasonable. But it'll always be a challenge to control your temper when his egocentric bullshit comes into play.

After what will feel like a lifetime of Nagi dangling you over the edge above the depths of sheer pleasure and release, he'll suddenly grant you exactly that. It'll seem like a cruel lie at first when he tells you, but it's when he'll forcefully spread your legs impossibly further apart that you'll believe it. "Hey, s-stop squirming— you idiot… agh, hah, fuuuuuuck me…" he'll drawl out a fucked-out moan whilst simultaneously doubling over to kiss your cute nose mid-orgasm.

Rensuke Kunigami fucks you with intimidating strength. First, he'll toy with you gently, loving to torture your throbbing clit after telling you to sit still on his fat cock. "Ah-ah, sweetheart. If you move, I'll only have you crying." his voice is deep and smooth when he'll threaten you, nothing but the truth in that handsome smirk of his. He'll reward you with a nice sloppy kiss if you're complacent, although that's not the highlight you look forward to. That's when he'll have you ultimately trapped beneath his muscular body, broad chest flush against your back and rendering you unable to move without permission. "I fuckin' warned you, didn't I. You're s—uch a sucker for this strength shit…" he'll groan deliciously with his head hanging beside yours, relentlessly pounding your sticky pussy from behind.

"Ohhh god~ swear you get t-tighter every time I see you— Grr! Yeah, yeah yeah m'cumming!" Kunigami will strain to keep himself from fucking howling as he'll hold you insanely close and continue to slam his pelvis into your asscheeks, muscles tensing to stop your overstimulated body from fidgeting whilst the sound of skin smacking skin sends you to heaven and back.

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[tcshi]

blue lock boys : who spits in your mouth, who lets you spit in their mouth and who does both ?

⚠︎ : explicit content, spitting (duh), making out, nipple sucking, oral sex (m receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, a sprinkle of some sub!blue lock boys x dom!reader, hints of yandere!bllk, use of nicknames, lmk if i missed anything, minors do not interact !!

⚠︎ : to the person who said reo mikage does both, yes he does. we don't make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️

BOYS WHO SPITS IN YOUR MOUTH:

ㅡ does it for the sake of asserting his dominance. he likes to grab you by your jaw, his grip a little bit tight before he gives your lips one last kiss while you're unbuckling the belt of his pants, palming him through the fabric of his pants. then you're pulling the zipper down and he pushes you on your knees, a hazed look in his eyes seeing you kneel before him. he lets you push his pants down with a single nod of his head, letting you take his cock out of his restricting boxer. a hiss and a moan leaves his lips the moment you lick a stripe on the underside of his length, savoring the tightness and warmth that your mouth gives before he shoves your head down, further pushing his cock in your throat with a gag. he doesn't let you have any control over the pace, doesn't let you play around than necessary either. if he wants your throat, he'll get it, you have no say in anything. but as cruel as he may be at times, he also loves to reward his little girl. if you've been doing exactly what you're told, press the buttons that he loves, he'll give you something in return. he cups your jaw, pulling you away from his cock with your saliva shining against his length. he caresses your cheeks in faux sympathy, smirking inwardly at the tears that ran on your cheeks and the heavy breathing in your chest. he coaxes you to open your mouth, gently and softly, as if he wasn't using your throat like his personal fleshlight just a little while ago. “open your mouth for me doll.” he mutters as he places a thumb over your tongue, pressing against the muscle and humming in satisfaction when you began sucking on his finger just like the greedy whore he knows you are: never easily satiable and always taking more than what you're being given. but it's okay, it's okay because you've done a good job at taking him down your throat. you deserve the reward now, don't you? he collects a glob of spit on his tongue, taking his fingers away from your mouth but places it on the side of your lips instead. he leans slightly towards you and you open your mouth more, eager to receive the prize for doing good. he doesn't let his saliva dangle from his tongue, instead, he spits directly on your tongue. he tells you not to swallow, one hand now cradling the back of your head and the other guiding back his cock to your open, awaiting mouth.

“fuck that's it... taking it like a big girl.”

ITOSHI SAE, ITOSHI RIN, SHIDOU RYUSEI, kunigami rensuke, baro shouei

BOYS WHO LETS YOU SPIT IN THEIR MOUTH:

loving everything that you do to him is one way to put his feelings out for youㅡalmost seemingly obsessive at certain times but restrained enough as to not scare you. he loves you, he loves whatever it is that you do even though sometimes it could get a little impractical, a little messy. he loves how you hold his head against your chest while he's working his mouth on your nipples, sucking the bud with an eagerness that is reciprocated by the sounds leaving your mouth. he loves the hum and the moan that leaves your tinted lips when he gives a sudden thrust to your clothed cunt, his own leaking cock aching to be relieved from the confinements of his pants. but you tell him no, he have to wait for a little bit for you to finally take it out by your own hands. and he does nothing but submissively nod his head, face flushed as you continue grinding your panty-clad pussy on his hard-on as you whisper dirty dirty things in his ear, giving it a lick, a suck and a nibble every now and then and grin beautifully hearing him whimper out your name as he meets your grinding with shallow thrusts of his own. he watches in desperation as you kneel in front of him, palms running over his bare chest, then dragging them down until they're situated on the elastic waistband of his thin shorts before you're telling him to stand up. he lets out a relieved moan when you finally pull his pants down, letting them lay on his ankles before your palms are wrapped around his thick length, pumping his dick with the slow jerks of your hand. he throws his head back when you finally gave him some much needed relief, moaning unabashedly when you gave the head of his cock a few kitten licks on the head before completely putting him inside the warmth of your mouth. he grabs at your hair not too tight but enough to use it as a support from his wobbling legs. you give his cock a particularly good suck that gave him tears in his eyes, whining when you started to slowly pull away. you stand up to meet his eyes, palms enclosing back to his hard cock, jerking him slowly. you push him back to the seat as you took off the remaining clothes that covered your body. you let your discarded panties fall on the floor and join the messy heap of clothes before you're shoving a finger in between your pussy lips and he salivates at the sight. you take some of your arousal, pinching them in between two fingers before you're back on his lap with your legs spread open, your pretty cunt right in front of his pretty face. you softly instruct him to open his mouth. and he does, willingly so like the obedient boy he is. he moans in appreciation when you shove your fingers inside his mouth as he licks to take your arousal on his tongue, greedily sucking and licking at your fingers. you retrieve your fingers to hold his cock, guiding it to nudge in between your pussy walls before you sat down completely over his lap, cock settled deliciously inside your warmth. the both of you moans, sweaty forehead touching as you began bouncing on top of him. he opens his mouth, a pathetic plea leaving his lips. you cup his jaw, lips sucking on his tongue before you pull back and spit directly in his mouth, watching as he keeps his mouth open until the mix of his and your saliva pooled out of the corner of his lips, one that had you slotting your own mouth against his in a messy make out.

CHIGIRI HYOMA, isagi yoichi

BOYS WHO DOES BOTH:

finds it exhilarating to be able to do something as sloppy and dirty as spitting in someone's mouth yet finds some sort of twisted connection with you through the act itself that cannot be presented merely by words. it makes him feel this sensual connection with you. the intimacy of it all not being once overlooked, if not, seeps more prominent in between two bodies who now shares this odd bond. all that, and because it's also hot and arousing. the sight of you kneeled before him, mouth agape and almost smirking with the upwards tilt of the corner of your mouth says enough that it wasn't just him who loves it. you do too, maybe more than him but that's not impossible. there's nothing you can top (except him on certain occasion) over when it comes to him. he also particularly likes it when you let his spit linger on the top of your tongue, letting it glisten inside your mouth as you fumble with his pants in haste before collecting a glob of your mixed salivas together inside your mouth, holding his now freed cock in your hand before spitting the accumulated spit on the head of his length, all the while staring him down with half-lidded eyes. you jerk his aching cock in your palm, running your tongue over the prominent veins that ran on the left side bulging against the skin before you're taking him inside your mouth, warm and tight. you moan underneath him, own arousal dripping from your cunny as you watch him fall apart before you; head thrown back, chest and neck littered with purple and red and taking deep ragged breaths of air through his mouth while moaningㅡsometimes whining through the gasps that left his swollen lips. you love seeing him like this, all submissive to your touch and shamelessly responding to how his body feels. he thrusts his hips towards your mouth, chasing the warmth and tightness it provided for his cock. you try to calm yourself, trying to look past the overwhelming size and length of his cock plowing in and out of your mouth. tucking the stray hair that fell in front of your face, you bob your head a few more times before letting his length settle down your throat while keeping your teeth away. you gag, tears streaming down your face as you held your face a few inches away from his pelvis as he holds your head there, steady before he's moaning, chanting a chorus of curses and your name in the same mantra. “oh fuck-! fuckfuckfuck ’m gonna cum baby fuck!” you will yourself to not pull away, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he began thrusting his entire length down your throat as you grip his thighs for support. it's not long before he's spurting his cum inside your mouth, painting your mouth white before he's instructing you, in rasped voice don't swallow. he pulls you away from his cock before pulling you over his lap, glossed eyes meeting yours. “spit in my mouth,” he says before he tilts his head. and you do, the discharge of fluids from your mouth landing on his own tongue before he meets you for a sloppy kiss, kneading your chest and rubbing his dick against your cunt.

bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, MIKAGE REO