#rin x male reader

[hellsslibrary]

Can I request what rin, sae and hiori would do on the reader's birthday (you know nsfw stuff ♡)

Happy Birthday to Me or How I Lost the Ability to Walk Even Though I'm a Top (This is a quote from some manga I can't remember the name of but it fits here).

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : I have absolutely nothing to say but if anyone is reading this on their birthday then happy birthday to you sweeties!!

!!Warnings: male!top!reader, bottom!characters, they're all sub but Sae is a little bit of a dom (I'm just a sucker for the "pathetic" top trope or something, you don't get it), Hiori's scenario is very funny and weird, very. In Sae's mentions clothes (you know), in Hiori's mentions video games (yeah), Rin is nothing special, he's the most normal one in this scenario I swear. Otherwise just praise, a little teasing and a very enthusiastic reader here.

Hiori Yo

"Is this...? What is this, Yo?" you ask in incomprehension, staring at his computer screen, trying to figure out what you actually see here.

Well, more precisely, you understood what you were seeing, but you clearly didn't understand why he was showing it.

"This is us, in Sims 4... Having sex. What is unclear?" he answers by tilting his head to the side with a slight blush coloring his cheeks, looking first at the screen and then at you.

"So my gift is watching porn with us, or rather with toy models of us?" you laugh when two people who look like you change their positions in a game that looks very good... unrealistic, but who really cares.

"No," Hiori shakes his head slowly, removing the headphones around his neck and placing them on the table, then poking you in the chest. "They can do it on any surface and in any position... If you like a certain pose, then we'll try it in reality."

You just blink like an owl, not understanding anything at all, but taking the mouse from him and poking it on the countertop, choosing random poses from the list, watching how sim of Hiori literally bends in different poses, which looks pretty hot, even if stupid.

It takes about fifteen minutes while you're pointing at various pieces of furniture and looking at all sorts of poses from different angles, sometimes you both giggle at some strange animations until one catches your eye.

"It," comes out of your mouth, and Hiori stares at the screen, watching his sim sit on the table while the life is practically being fucked out of him, judging by the pace of the thrusting.

"Really? Dear, it's a little..." the word doesn't come out of his mouth when he bites his lip in embarrassment, but after hesitating for a couple of seconds, he gets up from his chair, taking off his sweatpants along with his underwear and sitting on the edge of the table. "I'm already prepared, so you can just slide inside."

You immediately smile like a child who has received the most coveted sweet, and you almost frantically undo your belt, which is not particularly possible because of the trembling in your fingers. So you just unbutton your fly and take out your dick.

"Really? Can I do it raw?" Hiori hums in response to this question, and then shrugs his shoulder vaguely, spreading his legs as an answer, and squeaks when you squeeze his hips right there.

Hiori's back arches when he feels your cock sliding in at a much more gentle pace than your sims, who continue to fuck behind Hiori's back. His fingers grip the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white as his feet lightly scratch the table.

"Wrap your legs around me, please?"

Yo silently obeys, grabbing your shoulders instead, absolutely spoiling the pose, but neither of you really care anymore. After all, today is your day, and if that's what you want, then Hiyori wants to obey.

He moans softly into your neck as his legs lock over your tailbone and an intermittent whimper escapes his lips when your cock finally touches the right spot inside him. A point that makes him see the stars and the moon, which only you can bring.

The blue-eyed man feels his cock twitching against his stomach, and his orgasm is approaching embarrassingly fast, he just wants to cum. Why is it so fast? Who knows... But obviously not from the disgusting sounds of the game in the background.

"Cum for me, come on," you whisper, sliding your lips over his neck, making him tilt his head back in bliss.

Your teeth outline his adam's apple, causing his breathing to stop and his nails to dig into you this time. He bubbles something unintelligible when he feels your hand on his cock, rubbing its current tip, making him cum almost at the same second, which makes you slow down the thrusts slightly, making them deeper to prolong his pleasure for a couple of seconds.

"... More, go on," Hiori mutters after a dozen seconds, licking his dry lips and lifting his half-closed eyes at you and exhaling. "I'm all yours today, so keep going... I'll tell you when I'm at the very edge."

Sae Itoshi

"Are you going to stare at me with that expression for a long time? At least close your mouth," Sae says, looking at your surprised face in the doorway while you stare at him for about a minute, still trying to figure out what's sitting in front of you.

"That's... you... wow..." something inarticulate weakly escapes from your lips until you finally leave the doorway, closing the door and approaching Itoshi.

Of course, nothing too surprising was sitting on the bed. It was just Sae. In your usual T-shirt. In regular shorts. With a normal expression on his face. With damn attractive thigh-high stockings that accentuated his thick and muscular legs too well. Yes, you know, the usual Tuesday of any person.

"Do you like it that much?" Sae asks when a slight smirk blooms on his lips, watching you sit down in front of him, spreading and sliding his legs as you please.

"Yes, it suits you damn well, it's simple gorgeous... Strangle me with them," you whisper, squeezing his hips and exhaling contentedly, feeling the elastic muscles under your fingers.

Sae's fingers lift your chin and he gives you a light peck on the forehead before kissing you on the lips. His kiss is slow, almost savoring, as he weaves your tongues together, tugging at your shirt to get you up.

You lower Sae to the bed, continuing to kiss him, and then pulling away, lowering your lips lower, kissing and occasionally sucking on the delicate skin of his neck, causing a soft sigh to escape his lips before he stopped you at the edge of the T-shirt.

"Too fast. Don't go any further than the neck... Today is your day, but you have to earn it," the Japanese man whispers against your lips and then you feel his fingers slide into your pants while his other hand unbuttons your fly and releases your cock.

Your breath catches when you feel his fingers wrap around your heated flesh, and your face immediately finds itself in the curve of his shoulder, causing him to briefly pat you on the head.

"I'll give you what you want anyway. Just wait."

You bite your lip to keep from whimpering when Sae's thumb runs over your slit, and images of what he might let you do to him when the time comes are already spinning in your head.

Your hands are clutching the sheets on either side of his face, and his lips are lazily sliding over your neck, sucking on your skin, forcing you to push into his hand, which he freely allows.

"Sae... I will cum now, please," you exhale and feel only the nod of his head at your side as he speeds up his hand movements a little, making you come embarrassingly quickly with a groan.

Sae kisses you on the temple, removing his hand after a couple of seconds, when the buzz finally subsides and gently pushes you to your side, sitting up straight and taking napkins from the table, wiping his hand and your penis from the sperm.

"Good boy. Take a break and let's continue... There's a lot more under my clothes," Sae whispers, turning away to the trash can and deliberately bending over too much, exposing a thin strip of panties under his shorts, which makes your soft cock twitch in anticipation of the next round.

Rin Itoshi

"Is that really all you want? You can ask for more, you know," Rin whispers, leaning over you, shaking his head slightly and taking your condom-wrapped cock in his palm, stroking it a couple of times.

"Yes! Definitely, that's it. Please? I just want you to do this," you whisper, making Rin sigh, but nod and lower himself onto your cock slowly.

He exhales sharply as he takes you completely and places his hands next to your head, considering that he's almost lying on top of you and looking up at you with his turquoise eyes.

You just smile and kiss him on the cheek, which makes him frown slightly but blush, and he begins to gently move his hips. Of course, it's not very convenient in this position, but he promised.

"You're wonderful from this angle, otherworldly, Rinnie," Rin just tightening around you from the compliment, leaning in even lower and gagging you with a kiss, but hey, you're not complaining.

You put your hands on his cheeks, knowing full well that he's going to scold you, because he wants to take at least one round without your support, so you're not taking any chances.

Your tongues slide against each other, and then he pulls away with heavy breathing, resting his forehead on yours, maintaining his slow rhythm, looking down at where you connect.

"You're very deep, I want more," he whispers breathlessly, closing his eyes and focusing on his movements, trying not to rush too much, but to make it pleasant for both of you and not cum faster than you, not this time.

"Then take more, I don't mind," you close your eyes too, feeling his eyelashes lightly brush your forehead as his face slides forward a little and you squeeze his biceps, absolutely enjoying him.

"I love you. Happy birthday again," Rin says, forcing you to open your eyes and you are met with a surprisingly soft smile, albeit almost imperceptible on his face but fuck.... "...Did you just cum?"

"Uh..." You laugh shyly, grabbing Rin's hips to stop his movements, when they get a little painful from your sensitivity. "I love you too."

"The gods... Fuck me already, you're pathetic when I ride you," the younger Itoshi mutters, although there's no real mockery in his words, he just sighs when you flip you over, switching places and wrapping his legs around your waist.

[jifloulette]

you never really thought of rin as a clingy partner, a clingy person in general but whenever morning arrives? he's like a totally different person. it wasn't often that you woke up before your boyfriend, those moments usually happened whenever he was either sick or just had a break from the limelight he had in soccer. you needed to do some grocery shopping because the refrigerator was looking extremely plain so you had to wake up early to avoid the long lines and getting run out of an item you needed. you'd usually just wake rin up to tell him you were going out but that was when you were already out of the shower and dressed up. what wasn't a usual occurrence was when your one big of a boyfriend grabbed you by your hips to put you back in bed! listen, it was the cutest thing ever and definitely something you'd tease him for later but you really wanted to just get up finish this one errand so you could have the rest of the day just for rin but no, you couldn't have that. you know what rin's reasoning was? he said and i quote "you're really getting up this early for something you could just do later, hmp, stupid", and as he was saying that, you were trying your hardest to escape his grasp but of course it was no use, i mean, have you seen the man? rin knew you'd give up sooner or later, he already knew what he was going to do when you did! he was going to keep you in his arms for as loooooong as his body can before it wakes up. so yeah, fuck that grocery trip i guess. you can't escape now, not with your humongous boyfriend clinging onto you for dear life.

[mirrology]

NESH ❛ ❁. ━━ ( adj.) sensitive to the cold.

❛ ⟡. blue lock, itoshi brothers & male reader. platonic. wc: 814

❛ ⟡ ━━ I was craving platonic bllk content and i already finished all of the fics that are available, so once again i have to do it myself ( T∀T) ,, ivan inspired reader , no mentions of pronouns but was written with male reader in mind ,, he was isekai'd to the bllk world , set when rin and sae didn't "hate" eachother ,, reader is the youngest itoshi , reader has a hard time with emotions and smiling. he loves his big brothers though :)

❝ Take off my high heels, the snow burns my feet. But there is ease in simple aches. ❞ 𓂅 winter, pearly drops.

✃ - - - - -

The ground was blanketed in a layer of white, called snow. You had seen it once in your time in Anakt Garden. While lying on the artificial grass, you reached up and felt the chilliness of the small particles. There were people around you, but you don't remember what they were to you. Friends? Family? Or just acquaintances?

You don't recall. Although you yearn to do so, the memories are too vague to understand. So new ones replaced the old, now that you were not in that world.

The first time you woke up, it felt unsettling. You had memories that weren't entirely your own and a sensation you couldn't identify. The room around you was white—just like the uniforms of Anakt, just like the corridors of every building they constructed. Then, the person holding you took you to a strangely shaped building filled with color. It was there that you met your brothers, Sae and Rin. They looked at you with curiosity, seemingly captivated by your blank stare.

They are kind to you, providing a warmth you hadn't felt before. So here you are, cuddled up to Rin underneath the sheets of your shared bed. Unfortunately for you, despite the frigidness of the snow being familiar, you weren't immune to the effects it had. In short, you had caught a cold and were now resting in bed, Rin being him, said that he would protect you from the cold. He was curled against you, had his cheek pressed against the top of your head, and his arms wrapped around you protectively, while his fingers gripped the back of your shirt.

You sniffled, "Rin-nii..." you voiced, your words slightly muffled from the way you buried your face in Rin's shirt. The boy cracked an eye open and let out a curious hum. "Sae-nii said you would get sick too if you stayed close to me." you rubbed underneath your nose, wanting to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of a clogged nose.

Rin pursed his lips "Nii-chan did say that..." He trailed off. Then he pouted "But you're cold! So I'm staying" He huffed, determined to give you warmth, knowing that you were sensitive to the cold. Your chest felt tight but it wasn't unpleasant. You let a wobbly smile slip out at your brothers' determination.

The door to the room opened, and Sae walked in holding a bottle of medicine syrup and a silver spoon. He set the bottle on the nightstand next to the bed, "(Name), it's time for your medicine" Sae reached over and wiped away a bead of sweat that formed on your forehead. You whined at the mention of medicine but accepted your fate, you tapped Rin on his arm to let you go.

Rin unwrapped his arms from around you reluctantly and let you sit up. Sae poured the medicine into a spoon and brought it up to your lips, you stared unblinkingly at it. You pressed your lips together, already dreading the horrible aftertaste of the medicine. The red-haired boy gave you a stare, moving the spoon closer to your lips. "C'mon (Name)." You pressed your lips tighter, narrowing your eyes at him.

"(Name), if you take it you can go back to playing in the snow!" Rin chirped, a bright smile on his face. You hesitantly opened your mouth and took in the syrup. Sae playfully sighed, "So you listen to Rin but not me?" He raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on his face. All you responded with was a "Bleh" and you stuck out your tongue.

Sae huffed and pinched your cheek lightly "Brat" You flopped back into the bed and let out a yawn, a small tear forming at the corner of your eye. "Yay! Cuddles!" Rin dropped on top of you, making you breathe out an "oof"

"Oops!" Rin rolled off you once he realized you couldn't exactly breathe. He instead wrapped his arms around you in a hug. You looked over to Sae as he was putting the cap on the bottle of medicine. "Sae-nii," You called out to him, "Hm?" He turned his head to look at you and was met with you making puppy eyes at him. Oh no, he already knew what you were planning, "No." Sae deadpanned, his mouth forming a straight line.

"Please?" You stared more intensely, Rin picked up on what you were doing and joined you in doing the puppy eyes "Please Nii-chan?" The boy pled. Sae sweatdropped before finally giving in with a sigh. "Scoot over then" The both of you quickly made space for your eldest brother, he slipped under the covers with the both of you and put an arm over you. Leaving you squished between the most special people in your life.

The snow may have made you sick and brought back confusing memories, but your brothers made everything better.

[kissagii]

rin x male coded reader (reader is implied to be part of blue lock)

itoshi rin, who is living his football dream in real-time. itoshi rin, who is the definition of unapproachable. itoshi rin, who has captivated you, but clearly doesn't need you. itoshi rin, who is hopelessly in love with your smile. itoshi rin, who wouldn't dare say a thing.

"nice pass," he says, the closest can come to praise.

"nice goal, rin, that was insane," you reply, giving him a smile. he freezes in place for a moment, as if he glitched.

"thanks. give me another pass like that one."

you're probably reading too far into it -- but by god, rin wants you to read too far into it. the way his tone sounds almost more like a request than a demand. the way there's a spark of something behind his words. the way his turquoise eyes and resting bitch face are practically begging you to pass to him and him alone... to love him, and him alone.

itoshi rin, who hardly considers the match's results to be fruits of his own efforts. itoshi rin, who asks you to practice with him that night, embarrassed by how similar it feels to begging. itoshi rin, who pushes through exhaustion to spend a few more precious minutes with you.

you pass, he shoots, the blue lock man (useless creature) fails to stop the ball, and rin "scores." and you do it again and again and again, each pass sloppier and each shot less accurate as exhaustion seeps in. but it's worth it, in rin's mind, so very worth it.

"those were good passes," rin says, "i like you."

the words slip right out of his mouth before he can stop himself and realize how ridiculous and nonsensical he sounded. the words threaten to go in one ear and out the other before you really realize what he just said. no, it wasn't a mistake.

"i guess i'll keep passing like that, then?"

"not even passing. just... being. keep being like that." his sentences don't come out how he wants them to, and he finds it so stupid how his heart is racing and his hands are shaking. he's made this worse, hasn't he?

"rin, is this... is this a confession?"

having hope feels stupid. it probably is stupid. rin seems perfectly happy in his grumpy little soccer world. you seem perfectly happy in your little soccer world.

right?

he denies that it's a confession, but the blush in his cheeks betrays him. it's no secret - this is definitely a confession.

itoshi rin, who is the unrivaled king of pining. itoshi rin, who has finally fallen and let himself fall. itoshi rin, who is infinitely happier now that he has you.

gay.

[24hlevi]

— THE IDOL

itoshi rin x male!reader

summary: y/n is a famous pop idol, and rin is his biggest fan. what happens when y/n announces his brand new album "mood swings in this order" along with a tour to be held later in the year? surely, nothing too bad. right?

warnings/tags: language, nsfw implications (cum is said)

wc: 2.6 k

chapter one of the PAPARAZZI series

Being a pop star was difficult at times. From dealing with promotions, tours, and interviews, to crazy fans, trolls, and stalkers. But, none of that fazed you. Should it? Compared to some other idols, you went through a bit more than others, purely because of you embracing your sexuality in both the romance aspect and the performance aspect. You weren't afraid to do crazy concepts that would make fans turn and hate on the idol immediately. You definitely weren't afraid to express how you liked men, and while that may have caused a ruckus during your debut, it all worked out in the end somehow.

At the current moment, you were doing a photo shoot for your new album that you were soon to release the first single for. You had been taking photos for at least two hours, and you were getting irritated by the photographer telling you to do the same pose you’d already done fifteen times. After one last shot, you clasped your hands together.

“Can we take ten?” You said it loud enough for everyone to hear.

Murmurs of yes and thank gods came from the staff at your words, and everyone immediately split off into different areas of the house. With a sigh, you got up off the bed and walked outside where the balcony was, looking down at your backup dancers practicing the routine.

“So, how do we feel about the shoot, Y/n?”

You turned your head to see your assistant and best friend, Mikage Reo standing beside you. “Well, I’ve been taking the same photos for hours, how would you feel?”

Reo chuckled and nodded. “I know.” He followed your gaze towards the dancers before speaking more. “How do you feel about the choreo? Is it too hard? Do I need to make any adjustments? Do you not like any of the backup dancers?”

“Reo,” You said, placing both your hands on his shoulders. “Everything is fine, I swear. As long as things don't go shitty, everything will work out amazingly.” You reassured him.

Reo sighed and nodded again. “I guess,” he said. “I just want this album to be your biggest yet, and that's what Anri wants as well. She’s been super stressed recently trying to put all this together.”

“I understand,” You acknowledged, removing your hands from his shoulders. “But everything is going to be fine, stop worrying so much.”

“Okay,” He sighed again and nodded.

Meanwhile, your manager, Anri was dealing with a big problem with some of the other staff.

“What the fuck do you mean?” The woman spat out angrily at their social media manager.

“Look,” They handed Anri the phone.

She looked at the picture and her eyes went wide. “Has this hit the public yet?”

“Yes.”

“Shit,” Anri cursed, handing the phone back. “We have to tell him.”

“Are you serious?” The social media manager looked at her with shock. “What if it causes a breakdown of some kind?”

“He can deal with it. Follow me.” Anri told them, starting to walk to where you and Reo were.

“Y/n!” Anri called your name. “We have a big problem!”

You and Reo both turned to look at Anri speed walking towards you two, making you look at her in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“This.” Anri shoved the photo in your face. “What the hell were you thinking going to a club with Ryusei and having this happen?!”

Looking at the photo, your eyes widened at the image. “I thought- he told me he deleted it!” You defended.

“And you believed him?!” Anri exclaimed. “Y/n, this is already trending on all social media, and not in a good way. You and Ryusei are not together. But now that everyone has seen this image, it's chaotic. His management isn't responding and either we have to say it's not real or you admit it and we pray this doesn't fuck anything up. So what do you want to do?”

“I guess I should admit-”

“We’ll say it's fake,” Reo cut you off before you could finish, making you look at him with confusion. “This will damage everything if we say that it's real. Can you imagine what the public will think? How are we supposed to hold a tour when they have seen someone's fucking cum on his face?”

“It’s not like Ryusei is some stranger,” You said.

“It’s still not good, Y/n,” Reo replied. “We have to say it’s fake, and hope his management says the same thing.”

“This is the best decision, Y/n,” Anri told you. “This also means you cannot see Ryusei anymore, he is going to damage your whole career if you go out with him again. Do you understand?”

You felt cornered. It was rare for Reo to take this kind of side in things, and it made you feel like you were being cornered into doing what they thought was best. While, usually they were right in matters like this. It was like you had no real control over anything anymore. With a short nod, you responded. “I understand.”

“Good, now get back to finishing the shoot while I figure out how to deal with this,” Anri said before walking back inside the house.

As soon as Anri was out of hearing distance, Reo quickly turned to you. “Dude, what the fuck?”

“What?” You asked, looking back at him. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“You look like a whore!” Reo whisper-yelled to you. “Do you understand that? This is not good! Ryusei is going to ruin this whole album! You need to stop seeing him!”

You stared at your friend in slight shock. Yet, you knew he was right. Consistently time after time again Shidou Ryusei has done something to fuck over your reputation leaving you to rebuild it again and again. But, you couldn’t stop seeing him. It was hard. But, you had to stop now. “Okay,” You said quietly, nodding your head.

“Now let’s get back to the shoot,” Reo said, grabbing your arm and pulling you along with him back inside the house.

You sat back down on the bed, adjusting your robe as the photographer came back and stood in front of the bed. You stared at the camera with what they later called a “killer look” that you should’ve had from the very beginning in your debut album. But, they didn’t understand what that look really meant. Not even Reo, who had been your best friend since you two were in middle school. They said the distant look in your eyes was perfect for the album, but they didn’t realize that this was going to end up being just the beginning of things. It was just that no one knew it yet. Not even you.

…

“Y/n, wake up,” Reo’s voice woke you up as he opened the curtains of your room.

You groaned lightly, covering your face with your hands as Reo sighed, walking over to you.

“Come on, you have to get up. We have to talk with PR,” He said, handing you a cup of coffee.

“Oh, great,” You mumbled, sitting up and taking the coffee from him. “I’m fucked, aren’t I?”

“Not yet,” Reo shook his head. “Ryusei’s management finally responded an hour ago.”

“What did they say?” You asked, taking a sip of your coffee after.

“Well, they are with us on saying the picture was fake,” Reo started. “Which is good, but…”

“But?” You tilted your head to the side.

“But, they also want to say it’s for your concept of this album,” Reo finished.

“What?” You questioned.

“Anri already told them how terrible of an idea that is so hopefully that won’t happen. But, it’s obvious Ryusei is trying to work his way around things. You must not let him, do you understand?” Reo told you.

You nodded your head slowly. “I understand.”

“Good, now get up.”

…

After finishing the long meeting with your PR team, you were finally able to go back home. You sat at the pool with a drink in your hand, sunglasses on with your eyes closed when you heard footsteps approach you.

“Yo! Y/n!”

You opened your eyes and turned your head to see your best dancer for your career so far, Hyoma Chigiri. “Chigiri! What’s up?” You replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“Do you wanna go out tonight?” Chigiri asked you. “There’s this new club I checked out last week and it was killer. You should come with me tonight.”

“Will Ryusei be there? I’m not really allowed to hang around him anymore.” You said, stirring the straw around in your drink.

“Nope,” Chigiri shook his head. “But who knows! Maybe you’ll meet someone better.” He smiled.

“True,” You acknowledged with a nod. “Sure, why not?” You eventually answered.

“Awesome, I’ll be here at 8 to pick you up then,” He said, patting your bare shoulder before walking away.

You hummed shortly in response, waving your hand and taking a sip of your drink. Hopefully, this would be nice for you. If not, it at least couldn’t hurt to go out with your friend. You finished your drink in another sip and set it down beside you, putting your arms behind your head as support and closing your eyes again.

…

Chigiri showed up a little late, which you didn’t mind since you weren’t even ready in the first place. You put your shoes on and heard your phone buzz, making you look at it to see Chigiri’s message that he was there. You put your phone in your pocket and left your house, immediately spotting the car near the front gate and you hurried towards it, the cool air freezing through the light materialized shirt you were wearing.

You opened the door and climbed inside the car, seeing Chigiri and he smiled at you.

“Hey! Looking good,” He said to you.

“You too,” You responded, putting the seatbelt on. “So, where’s this place at?”

“Only where the best clubs are,” Chigiri answered, pulling out of your driveway and back onto the road.

“Awesome,” You said, leaning your head against the headrest.

By the time you two arrived, it was half past nine, and the club had just opened at nine. When you stepped out of the car, your eyes squinted at the bright neon lights saying the name of the club that you were unable to read.

“Come on,” Chigiri grabbed your arm and pulled you inside with him.

You were immediately met with the loud booming music and neon lights, making you look around in awe at the place. “This place looks wicked,” You said.

“It is,” Chigiri answered, pulling you along more to get drinks.

While waiting for the drinks, you felt eyes on you. You turned your head to see a man staring at you. He quickly looked away once you noticed his gaze on you, and you watched as one of his friends started talking to him. You looked away when the drinks arrived, and Chigiri took his and went off somewhere, leaving you alone at the bar. You took a sip of the drink and made a sour face.

“Not your taste?”

You turned your head at the voice, seeing the male who was staring at you now standing in front of you. “Not really,” You shook your head. “I like harsher drinks.” You answered.

“Hey! Rufio!” The man called for the bartender, who hurried over to you two. “Get this lovely man here a new drink. Let’s say, a double jack and coke?” He said, glancing over at you for confirmation.

“Yeah, that works,” You nodded your head.

The bartender quickly made the new drink and handed it to you. You took a sip and looked at the male in front of you. “You can sit, if you want,” You offered, gesturing to the chair.

“I was actually going to ask if you wanted to dance,” He said.

“Ah,” You let out. ‘Well, I usually like a drink or two before dancing.”

“But-”

“Hey!” A voice echoed throughout the club.

The man looked away from you and at the younger male approaching the two of you at a fast-paced walk, and he looked terrified.

“What the fuck did I say about you coming back here, huh?!” The younger male exclaimed when he finally reached you two, smacking him in the face.

“I-I’m sorry! I th-thought-”

“Thought what? Get the fuck out!” The male kicked the older man a few times, watching him scurry away.

You stared at the new male in front of you with shock on your face, not knowing entirely what the hell just happened. When he looked at you, his face dropped, making you look at him confused.

“Uhm, do I know you?” You asked politely.

“No,” He shook his head. “But, I know you.” He answered. “You-You’re L/n, Y/n.”

Ah. A fan, great. “Don’t tell anyone, please,” You said quietly, holding your finger up to your lips. “I really just wanted a night out with my friend.”

“I won’t say anything,” He quickly shook his head. “I’m Rin,” He held his hand out to you.

“Nice to meet you, Rin,” You shook his hand.

“Do you maybe wanna dance?” He asked.

Looking at your drink, you took another big sip and set it down, nodding your head and standing up. “Sure.”

Rin grabbed your hand and pulled you with him to the main dancefloor. His hand let go once you both were in the middle of everyone, starting to dance to the electronic music blasting throughout the club. You generally weren’t one for electronic music but you didn’t mind it at the current moment. You felt hands wrap around your waist from behind and a body press against you, turning your head to see Rin towering over you while behind you. His gaze was stuck on you as he moved against you to the rhythm of the music.

He leaned down to your ear and quietly whispered. “Is that your friend over there?”

You followed his eyes to where Chigiri was talking to someone else and started walking towards the exit, and you nodded. “Yeah,” You said.

“Looks like he’s ditching you,” Rin spoke quietly. “Is he your ride?”

You nodded again.

“Hm,” Rin hummed, his hands gripping your sides tightly. “How about you let me take you home?”

You looked up at him with a mixture of confusion and shock. “What?”

“You have no way home now, right?” Rin asked. “You can’t get an Uber cause of your status, and I’m the only one who knows a famous idol is in my club right now. So, I say you have no other choice.”

You stopped dancing by now, his hands keeping you in place as you thought. He was right in all sorts of ways. You couldn’t afford to let anyone else know that you were here, and who knows what would happen if someone took a picture of you out clubbing just after the issue with Ryusei? You were stuck. “Okay,” You nodded.

“Come on,” Rin said as soon as you spoke, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the club through the back entrance where his car was.

You followed him out to the back, mentally praying that you wouldn’t die on this ride back to your house as he opened the passenger side door for you. You hesitated for a split second before getting in the car, letting Rin close it behind you. He got in a few seconds after and started the car.

“So, what way to your house?”

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[haikyuubby]

freak in you ; bachira headcannons

“room full of beautiful women but i want one”

✭ - smut, could be read as a female or gender neutral reader

how it started:

• bachira loved having a s/o, he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

• but he also loved having sex with said s/o.

• when you and bachira first got together, you found out that you were the only person that he’s ever dated before.

• with that, it was safe to assume that he was a virgin.

• when you guys first started getting intimate, it didn’t begin with sex immediately.

• you were a treasure to him, he didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize losing you, so you both agreed to take things slow in your relationship.

• (slow being 3-4 months before actually doing it)

• you wanted to take things slow, especially since you’d be his first.

• it started with passionate, fiery makeout sessions that lasted near an hour.

• then, you offered to give him head for the first time and he was in heaven.

• soon after he’d start doing things to you, being more of a giver than receiver.

• when the time finally came for you two to do it, you took more of the initiative, making sure he was having fun the whole time.

headcannons:

• bachira is definitely a moaner, and a loud one too.

• has crazy stamina

• his fav position is probably cowgirl, lotus, or a mating press.

• loves, loves, LOVES giving, but also likes receiving sometimes too.

• likes the thrill of doing stuff in hidden public areas

• likes having his hair pulled

• loves to give/receive hickeys

• prolly not the type to have a specific music playlist playing in the background, but something more like background noise from the tv (like adventure time or tawog).

• will use a condom if you ask, but really doesn’t care.

• will pull out if needed

• likes to hold your hand while giving you backshots

• he loves to cum on your face after you give him head

• overall, sex with bachira is usually a 10/10 on most days.

[atlasyaps]

Bllk Men as your ex (but they left their pet with you)

Pairings: Nagi, Isagi, Rin and Sae x reader (all separate)

Synopsis: After breaking up with them, you realise that they left their pet with you.

W.C: 900+

A/N: Not proofread im so sorry guys just wanted to see more bllk men with pets.

Nagi

-> Nagi didn’t really realise that he left his ragdoll cat in your house after you slammed the door on him in a fit of rage. Breaking up with him right after that. Your only reasoning was that he was lazy and didn’t provide for you (even if he did)

You were cooked. You knew you weren’t getting him back so you don’t, quietly suffering from your horrible mistake. 

-> You finally believe people when they say that their pets resemble their owner because the white ragdoll cat is strikingly similar to his owner. Incredibly lazy. This cat is always dozing off and lazing around. With sighs and quiet complaints, you would still feed him as always. 

“You look and act like your dad.” You mutter, scooping some wet food and dropping it into his bowl with a ‘plop!’. The cat looks at you with half-lidded eyes as he ponders on what you said. Meowing a thanks, he continues with his food. 

-> You never expected Nagi to show up one day, his hands in his pockets and his hair tousled. 

“Hey.” “Sup.” The interaction was awkward but Nagi’s cat refused to leave with him away from the comfort of your house, wailing and scratching until Nagi gives up with a sigh. 

-> Since both of you care for the cat dearly, he ends up being the divorced child, Nagi visiting both you and him in his free time. (Which is rarely because of his tight schedule)

-> “Hey” “Come to visit your son?” “Our son.” Nagi corrects and you sigh, pointing to the cat tower and the fluffy lump called Nagi’s cat on it. The white haired boy nods and bounds over to the cat. 

-> He soon comes into your house and sits you down, apologizing for his negligence and hoping for another chance. 

“Promise you won’t be lazy around me anymore?” “I’ll try.”

Isagi

-> To be completely honest, you didn’t know why you broke up with Yoichi. Maybe it was because of your clashing schedules and his intensive soccer career. But it definitely wasn’t because of him, oh no, he was such a sweet boy and loving towards you. 

-> In your fit of rage, you didn’t realise that he had left his dog with you. The shi tzu didn’t know what was happening before Isagi left, dozing on the dog bed in your room when you were yelling at Yoichi in the living room. 

-> Now you have taken custody of his little canine, feeding it and taking it out for walks. You kept on feeling that sliver of guilt creep up your spine everytime you see the dog as he resembles his owner one to one. 

-> You never wished to see Yoichi at the park you usually walked his dog at, said canine barking happily and running full speed at the blue eyed boy, Yoichi laughing and picking his pet up, letting the dog lick his cheek.

-> His eyes widen as you step into view, looking incredibly uncomfortable. 

“(Y/N).” “Yoichi.” “I’m sorr-” “Don’t” Yoichi stops you, bounding over to you and dropping his dog down to pull you into a soft embrace. 

You instinctively melt into his touch, shaking as tears fall from his face. He comforts you with soft kisses to your face and his thumbs wipe away your salty tears.

“Can we try again?” 

Rin

-> Rin didn’t announce his breakup with you, but he did stop visiting you and kept leaving your messages unread. So you really can’t blame yourself if you assumed that he didn’t want you around. 

-> His cat was still in your apartment, gazing at you calmly with her emerald eyes. You sigh and slump on the sofa and the cat pads towards you and curls up on your lap. She purrs as you card your hand through its pitch black fur. 

-> A notification on your phone snaps you out of your trance, the cat still not bothered as you lean to grab your phone, only to gasp at the message the glaring screen presented in front of you. 

Rin: Be at your place in 5.

-> You really didn’t expect much as you stand in front of Rin, his green eyes carrying a glint of guilt and worry as you let him in, his cat meowing a greeting. 

-> Rin and you sit on your couch as you nurse a cup of tea in your hands as he whispers apologies and wishes for a restart, making your hands tremble. 

Sae

-> Sae didn’t look like an animal person, so it was expected that you were shocked to see a snake perched on your desk. You had recently broken up with Sae, the slander, humiliation and horrible comments his fans have been giving you too much to handle. 

-> The snake soon became your only friend, you didn’t mind it’s constant need for rats and other meat. It was silent and kind of small, making you relieved to know that it was fairly easy to maintain. 

-> The snake had it’s owner’s pink hair in its eyes and you have a broken smile everytime it looks at you with its beady eyes. 

-> You expected for Sae to come back to retrieve his scaly pet, but what he did was beyond what you imagined and anticipated. 

“Was it anything I said or did?” Sae asks softly, his hands resting on yours. The snake was back into its enclosure and was completely unaware of the happenings outside. 

You calmly explain that his fans were harassing and mocking you and you see his jaw clench as he curses under his breath. Muttering apologies as he typed something into his phone. 

“Don’t worry, they won’t bother you anymore sweetheart.” Sae says, pressing his lips on your hand. 

[la2yn0va]

Can you write a smut male reader with the reader being the brother or stepbrother of the Itoshi? There are many fem readers but they all disappoint me😓

-feel free to ignore it if it's uncomfortable for you

Huh…well…this is new……Fuck it, I’m bored enough.

———

CW: Stepcest(is that even a thing?) Smut poorly written, bottom reader, degrading (slut, whore, bitch, etc..), mean rin, choking, smut with little plot.

———

“Shut the fuck up~!” Rin growled, choking you to stop your loud moans. He roughly and harshly continued his fast n’ hard thrusts while squeezing your cock.

Rin didn’t give you time to get used to his cock, he just immediately began to fuck you roughly. His teeth harshly sinking into your neck and his hand—now removed from your neck covered your mouth.

After a few minutes he released his mouth from your neck, admiring the growing bruise on your neck “What a filthy fuck~! I bet that… BASTARD! Fucked you so slow and pathetically~! You disgusting little bitch!”

He spat out hatefully. The mention of ‘that bastard’ angered him further. Sae itoshi, his blood bother was said bastard, and the one who you preferred. Which angered him even more.

Were you so cockdrunk by him that you couldn’t see his hints? Or were you just fucking dumb? Doesn’t matter, he’ll make sure to drill it into your sorry excuse of a brain. “Well!? Did he ruin you more than you already were!!? Or did he fucking buy you!!?”

You couldn’t answer, your mind still dazed from the rough treatment. “Answer me you dumb fucking whore!!” He squeezed your cock harder, harshly jerking the answer out of you “F-fuck~!! R-Rin please—!! I-I—” Rin got more annoyed, his thrust getting impossibly faster “ANSWER. ME.” “FUCK!! I-IM SORRY PLEASE!!”

Rin squeezed harder, stopping your cock from blasting out cum. It made you fall into a deep despair, he knew this, but Rin didn’t care, he wanted YOU for himself. He’ll make sure to destroy any markings sae left on you.

“HE DID NOTHING!! I-I SWAER~~!! H-HE JUST— a-aghh~~! HE WAS MORE DIRECT!!” You managed to blurt out, Rin seemed partially satisfied from the answer, but he didn’t stop his thrusts, continuing ruthlessly.

“So you’re just a dumb fuck!? You couldn’t pick up on my hints!!? You’re that fucking stupid you smooth brained, cock slut bitch!!?” He yelled out while using his other hand to choke your neck, making your eyes roll back as you desperately try to pull in some air.

“I’ll fix you!! You want direct hints!? I’ll give you direct!!” He promised, releasing his hold on your cock and letting it blast out its white substance while his own cum was buried deep in you, his hand still choking you.

You fell down on the ground limp. Your eyesight blurry and mind empty, drool falling off your chin and onto your cum puddle on the ground. Rin harshly grabbed your hair and slammed himself into your mouth.

“You can either suck or take it. Doesn’t matter to me…” He began his harsh thrusts once more “…I made a promise i intend to keep you fuck. ILL DESTROY ANY FILTHY REMNANTS THAT BASTARD LEFT ON YOU!!!”

———

The end… this was bad, but then again, it was my first smut soo………yeah I got nothin’

[chokkzou]

⠀ ৴ brothers fight ───────

︵︵ synopsis : what started as a simple invitation to do homework together ended in a silent war between the itoshi brothers for your attention.

tw : this takes place during the Itoshi brothers’ childhood. they’re around 6 to 9 years old.

ㅤ  ㅤ𓄹𓈒        　sae itoshi x gn reader x rin itoshi

⸺　childhood friends

﹏⠀ׄ⠀ sae itoshi's pov :

　⸺　 Sae never really thought much about having a best friend. He got along with some classmates, but he never felt the need to have someone stuck to him all the time. That was until you showed up.

　⸺　 You earned his trust naturally. You weren’t annoying, you didn’t complain about his serious attitude, and you knew when to leave him alone. The best part? You two could talk about anything without forcing the conversation. Sae would never admit it, but he really enjoyed your company.

　⸺　 What he didn’t expect was for his little brother to decide that you were his best friend too.

　⸺　 The first time Rin tried to sneak into his room while you were doing homework, Sae didn’t think much of it. But when he saw Rin climb onto your lap without hesitation after you told him he could, something inside him twisted uncomfortably.

　⸺　 It wasn’t normal for Rin to get attached to anyone besides their parents or him, but there he was, sitting on your lap, looking at you like you were the coolest person in the world.

　⸺　 From that day on, Rin started clinging to you every time you came over.

　⸺　 At first, Sae tried to ignore it. He thought it was just a phase, that Rin would get bored eventually. But when he saw his little brother hugging you every time you arrived and refusing to let go, he started feeling irritated.

　⸺　 Excuse me? War officially declared.

　⸺　 At first, Sae tried to keep you away from Rin subtly. He’d drag you straight to his room, shut the door, and say you had a ton of studying to do. But Rin always found a way to sneak in.

　⸺　 So, Sae changed tactics. If Rin was gonna cling to you like a koala, then he’d do it too… just more discreetly.

　⸺　 He started leaning on your shoulder more often, touching your arm or wrist while talking, and sometimes letting his voice drop lower and softer when saying your name. He even started calling you by nicknames—something he never did.

　⸺　 Rin, of course, wasn’t about to lose. If Sae called you something sweet, Rin would say it louder and with a bigger smile. If Sae got close to you, Rin would jump straight into your arms.

　⸺　 It was a silent battle. Sae wasn’t about to give you up to his little brother that easily, even though he knew he’d probably lose.

﹏⠀ׄ⠀ rin itoshi's pov :

　⸺　 At first, Rin didn’t care about your presence in their house. You were just his brother’s friend, and that didn’t matter to him.

　⸺　 But the first time you told him he had pretty eyelashes, he just stared at you in silence. He blinked a couple of times before nodding with a small smile.

　⸺　 He didn’t think much of it until you said it again a few days later. And then again.

　⸺　 To Rin, you were like an older sibling who randomly said nice things to him. And he decided he wanted more of that.

　⸺　 When he saw you complimenting his older brother, he felt a tiny sting of jealousy. Why does Sae get so many compliments when he doesn’t even care about them?

　⸺　 So, he started trying to get more of your attention.

　⸺　 At first, it was subtle. He’d stay close to you when you were with Sae, stare at you until you noticed him and smiled, and make sure you saw him playing with his toys—hoping you’d ask what he was doing.

　⸺　 But when you actually sat on the floor with him and started playing like it was the most fun thing in the world, he decided you were HIS favorite person.

　⸺　 From then on, every time you arrived, he’d greet you with a hug and refuse to let go.

　⸺　 Rin started getting between you and Sae more often. If Sae tried to talk to you, he’d interrupt with literally anything. If Sae dragged you to his room, Rin would chase after you and sit beside you on the bed.

　⸺　 Things got worse when he realized his big brother was acting weird—Sae suddenly started doing the same things he did. Touching you more, calling you sweet names, staying close to you like he was trying to claim his spot.

　⸺　 Rin leveled up. If Sae touched your arm, Rin would hold your hand. If Sae leaned on your shoulder, Rin would climb onto your lap. If Sae tried to act all soft, Rin would hug you and straight-up tell you how much he loved you.

　⸺　 It was a silent battle. But Rin wasn’t afraid to play dirty. After all, he had a feeling he was gonna win.

[hellsslibrary]

i saw that you write smau and... reader sends nudes to the character? or vice versa, as you want, with bllk. do whoever you want I just want m reader yea

"Oh, photo from my beloved... Oh, THAT kind of photo".

#a.n. : DON'T ASK where I was. Our honeymoon with my husband dragged on too long, I literally managed to get sick, recover, then I had to take my husband to Greece, as he wanted, there my Internet decided not to work. In short, we lived luxuriously, and we had a great rest. I hope everything is just wonderful with you too! I will slowly return, because we are home, and I will start with something small, because I am passing out and I want to sleep. 🌻

Characters: Reo, Rin, Sae, Chigiri, Kaiser, Ness.

!!Warnings: top!male!reader, these conversations are VERY weird (especially with the Itoshi brothers), I wrote them without sleeping for four days, don't ask, they're kind of funny, so it's okay. The reader is simp (as you should), nude photos, teasing in this way, promise of something more, mention of sex toys (Reo), sex on a mat (Kaiser), Ness adores you too much, Chigiri teases you A LOT, joke about 'daddy Sae' in Sae's part (sorry), mention of pregnancy in Rin's part (sorry 0.2).

Parts: first (you're here), second, third(later, maybe more parts if you want).

Reo Mikage.

Sae Itoshi.

Rin Itoshi.

Chigiri Hyoma.

Michael Kaiser.

Alexis Ness.

[jifloulette]

➳ you didn't expect that by telling the itoshi rin that he looks like a hirono would make him blush so hard

pairing ; itoshi rin x gn! reader

word count ; 0.8k

inspo ; i read a rin fic with him being interested in smiskis and like other trinkets that reader collects so this is where i kinda took inspo from except it's a hirono version !!

you and rin decided to hangout at your place today and do the math assignment because you were lowkey getting sick of having to go to his home every day. (also because he was just lazy after soccer practice and he asked, no he kinda practically begged you to give him a piggyback ride) you were really excited because it was a rare occurrence that you and your boyfriend hung out at your house. when the two of you arrived, rin greeted your parents before removing his shoes and going upstairs with you to your room.

the two of you really weren't doing the homework and just decided to spend some time together in which you decide to show him your hirono collection! he would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued with this collection of yours, saying that their designs were very detailed and the quality of materials used to create them wasn't of low quality.

you did notice him glaring at the little action figures when he heard you say that they were really really cute...

"hey, rinnie! don't look at my children like that!!" you playfully shout loud enough that it wouldn't hurt his ears, "huh? what do you mean children..?" rin questions you. "well.. anything that I collect are automatically my children because I'm taking care of them so in this case, my hironos are my children! and since your my boyfriend, they're like your children too! you're like that one father that'll lowkey neglect them.. just kidding!" you reply with a huge cheeky smile on your face.

Rin didn't let in anything of what you said sink in, he just really liked listening to you talk. He didn't even notice the small smile starting to grow on his once cold-blooded face until you pointed it out and teased him, to which he replied by just simply rolling his eyes ate you.

The two of you just spent the time talking to each other and letting one another know about the funny and important events that happened today at your classes. (even if you were doing most of the talking, he didn't care) you also talked about how you saw on Instagram that there was going to be a new hirono series coming out and you really wanted to buy two. one for you, and one for rin! he did say that he didn't want one because it was a "lukewarm" thing to spend money on but you didn't care, you were still gonna buy him one, whether he liked it or not. god, did you know how to play with his strings, you knew he couldn't deny you for doing something so innocent and loving.

"Baby, i think we should start doing the math homework, don't you think?" Rin reminds you, actually it sounded more like a command and all of a sudden, you discover something amazing! "Wait wait wait wait! Oh my god, I just realized something.." you say, startling the boy a bit. "This hirono of mine looks like you, omg omg omg omg!!!" you cheerfully squeal.

"h-huh..? w-what are you talking about, y/n? that lukewarm toy doesn't look like me. not one bit." your boyfriend states. you then place the hirono besides his face, carefully observing and comparing the toy's features to his. the hirono's hair and eyes looked too much like the boy in front of you, it was oddly hilarious. you chuckled the moment you looked back at rin, his face reddening due to the random remark you just made.

"i-i.. no, it does not look like me, give me that..!" rin says as he snatches the toy from your hand after. he looked at the toy, trying to find what part of it looked like him. you couldn't stop staring, the way he was so focused on your little figurine was just so mesmerizing to say the least. you saw after that he was confused, like really confused. he was clueless about what part of the hirono made him look similar to it. it was only then that you got up from your bed and grabbed his hand, going to the body mirror in your room. "see! you looking so confused doesn't make sense because if you put the hirono up to your face, it looks like an exact replica of you!" you say, and to his surprise, you were in fact right! there was a bit of silence as he once again compared the toy's appearance to his, looking rather astonished at the discovery.

"wait, y/n, it kinda does look like me.." rin answers, "told ya!" you reply before giving him a quick smooch on the cheek. just when his face was starting to go back to its normal shade, your sudden action made it turn red once again! "hmph.. you're so annoying.", "buuuut.. i know you love me." you say teasingly, the boy's face heating up even more as you laugh at his reaction.

it was safe to say that because of your silly discovery, itoshi rin might just start to enjoy staying at your place more, mostly because he gets to see you talk about your hirono collection and how you bought some more boxes you wanted to open with him, but he'd never say that out loud. you did tell him that he could take the hirono that looked like him but he denied, saying that it was your property. it was only after he left that you noticed some space between 2 figures on your shelf, you shortly message him saying "take care of the little rin figurine!! you're his dad after all!!"

note ; a little something i made as i try to work on another rin fic because he won the poll i made last week, pls bear with me, it's another hellweek in school :((

[kissagii]

t4t rin x transmasc reader inspired by these headcanons by @certified-boyliker!!

"Hey. Your binder's showing." Rin murmurs softly into your ear as you walk. The first fallen leaves crunch under your feet with every step, the trees beginning their shift from green to warm red and orange. As the seasons change, Rin is a constant in your life, your weekend walks to the local coffee shop a comforting routine.

"Oh, fuck, is it?" You ask, looking down to check your outfit for where your undergarment is showing. Wordlessly, Rin pulls the collar of your shirt inward, sneaking his fingers under to nudge your binder strap out. He's quick and gentle with the gesture, nonchalant even, but the brush of his fingers against your shoulder sends electricity through his nerves. Fingers a bit clumsier than before, he tugs on your shirt to make sure it falls just right. 

"Thanks love," You smile and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. He scowls, as he always does, but his heart is racing and his mind has turned to jelly with adoration. 

Rin takes your hand in his colder one, craving your warmth in the brisk autumn air. "Now we're even."

"Even? For what?" You wrack your brain for something you did that would warrant him needing to repay you.

"This morning." He mutters, cheeks turning a bit red. 

Huh. This morning. We… woke up, then got ready, then-

Suddenly, the realization clicks. "OH! You mean when you almost forgot your packer," You lower your voice, giggling. For a top-notch soccer player, he sure is forgetful sometimes.

"Yeah." 

Rin's cheeks are flushed a soft pink, and he hopes you don’t notice.

Abruptly he says: "It was your fault I forgot it."

You laugh, a warm sound, comforting like a mug of spiced cider on a cold evening. He’d do anything to protect that laugh. "My fault? Why is it my fault?"

"Because. You were being cute and loving and my brain stopped working." Rin mutters, squeezing your hand tightly. 

"I believe that's what they'd call a gay panic."

"Sure. Whatever."

"Hey, Rinrin, did you know that you're my favorite guy in the whole wide world?" You ask, bumping your shoulder against his affectionately.

"Yeah." He mutters weakly, trying to be nonchalant but his voice breaks and betrays him.

It's no secret that Itoshi Rin is a softie for you and you only. It's no secret how his heart flutters when you're around, or how his cheeks turn pink, or how his words come out ever so slightly wrong. It’s no secret that Itoshi Rin loves you, even if he doesn’t say it.

"You're my favorite guy too."  

i love rin a stupid and definitely normal amount :)

[24hlevi]

— PAPARAZZI

an itoshi rin x male!reader series

genre: angst

summary: y/n is a famous pop idol, and rin is his biggest fan. rin would do anything to just have five minutes with his idol, anything.

warnings: language, stalking, borderline yandere!rin, nsfw content in later chapters, all characters are aged to 21+, each chapter will also have warnings

author's note: im so excited that this is my first series! ive never done anything like this before so bare with me! be mindful of the warnings in each chapter thank you :3

tag list is open!

CHAPTER INDEX -

profiles pt 1 | profiles pt 2

chapter one - the idol

chapter two - his biggest fan

chapter three - jealous guy

more tba!

[fangdokja]

With him, there’s no ‘no’. Only ‘yes, sir’.

❤︎ Synopsis. Obsession unfolds as a powerful figure locks his gaze on you, intent on bending your will and breaking your resistance. In his world, love is just a tool for control, and surrender is inevitable.

♡ Book. Forbidden Fruits: Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Itoshi Rin x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Itoshi Sae x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Michael Kaiser x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Isagi Yoichi x Fem. Reader

♡ Headcanons. A Slave to His Will - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 4,056

♡ TW. dom + top + older yandere, non con, possessiveness, psychological manipulation and conditioning, suggestive themes, fear play, emotional manipulation and abuse, hints at rough play and sex, psychological and emotional trauma, isolation, monitoring, lack of boundaries, non con kissing and touching, forced relationship, BDSM, manipulation of circumstances, threats, degradation, verbal abuse, mature language

♡ Note. Due to Tumblr policy, all characters are all of age.

♡ Itoshi Rin.

The air around you was frigid, oppressive, each breath you drew cutting sharp like shards of glass in your lungs. The room itself felt less like a space and more like a void—a place where shadows bled into each other and time slowed to a crawl. It wasn’t empty, though. It was filled with him. Rin Itoshi’s presence didn’t just occupy space; it consumed it, swallowing every ounce of air and light until all that remained was the unbearable gravity of his attention.

He stood across from you, his posture deceptively calm, but his eyes—those glinting, venomous teal—spoke volumes. They didn’t see you; they scorched you, flaying you open inch by inch, revealing every fear, every insecurity you thought you’d buried deep. He didn’t need words to tell you what you already knew. You were his focus now. And Rin’s focus was a weapon more devastating than any blade.

When he finally moved, it was with the deliberate, measured precision of a predator closing in on wounded prey. Each step seemed to reverberate through the space, the sound of his soles meeting the floor a dark metronome marking the seconds before you unraveled.

“You don’t understand yet, do you?” His voice slid through the room like oil, suffocating and smothering. It wasn’t booming; he didn’t need to be. Rin spoke with a low, simmering intensity that demanded silence, demanded submission.

He tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a faint, humorless smirk as he studied you like one might study a puzzle missing its final piece. “Do you know what it’s like to burn so absolutely for something that it becomes the only damn thing that matters? To be willing to destroy yourself and everything else just to take it, to own it?”

The silence stretched as your breath caught, your lips parting, though no sound escaped. He didn’t need a response. He wasn’t asking for permission. His gaze dropped to your trembling hands, the faintest flicker of amusement crossing his face.

“You’re afraid,” he murmured, the statement dripping with satisfaction. “Good.”

Rin was suddenly in front of you, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the glacial tone of his voice. His fingers brushed against your jaw, soft at first, barely a whisper of contact. It wasn’t kindness, though—just a mockery of it. When his hand tightened, tilting your face upwards to meet his gaze, there was no softness left, only an unyielding grip that said everything he didn’t.

“You’ve already lost, you know.” His eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, you thought you saw something deeper—something feral, desperate, and wholly consuming. “From the moment I decided you were meant to be mine, it stopped being a choice. Not for you. Not for anyone.”

His free hand moved to your wrist, encircling it with ease. His strength wasn’t overbearing, not yet, but the implication of it was clear. He didn’t need to hurt you to make you understand just how powerless you were. That realization crept over you like ice, numbing and inescapable.

“You think this is about affection? About love?” His laugh was razor-sharp, cutting through the smothering tension like a blade. “You really are naive.”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your temple, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver crawling down your spine. “This is about control. About devotion. I don’t care if you fight. I don’t care if you wail or beg. You’ll stay exactly where I want you until you understand what it means to belong to me.”

Rin’s hand slid down your arm, his fingers intertwining with yours for the briefest moment before pulling your hands together, binding them in his grip. There was no tenderness in the motion, only an inexorable assertion of dominance. He didn’t look at you like a person. He looked at you like an extension of his will, a piece of his identity he was determined to carve into shape with his bare hands.

“You’ll break,” he said simply, as if it were an inevitability. His tone was soft now, almost contemplative. “And when you do, I’ll revamp you into someone worthwhile of standing at my side.”

His lips hovered just above yours, tantalizingly close yet deliberately distant. He wasn’t giving you what you wanted—or what you feared. This wasn’t about the act itself. It was about the power in withholding it, in watching you crumble under the unbearable weight of his attention.

“Say my name,” he commanded, his voice as sharp and unyielding as tempered steel. “Say it like you acknowledge who you belong to alone.”

You hesitated, the words caught somewhere between your throat and the pounding of your heart. His grip tightened, just enough to remind you of how easily he could crush you. “Say it,” he growled, his patience fraying at the edges.

When you finally whispered his name, barely audible, a flicker of triumph danced in his eyes. His smirk widened, splitting his face into something cruel, something monstrous.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his tone laced with mockery and satisfaction. “Now, let’s see how far you’re willing to fall for me.”

And as he pulled you closer, as his touch turned rougher, hungrier, you realized too late that Rin Itoshi wasn’t a man. He was a storm, a force of nature that would consume everything in his path. And you? You weren’t just caught in its wake. You were the eye of it, the singular focus of his ruinous obsession.

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♡ Itoshi Sae.

He watches you like a predator studying its prey, his teal eyes narrowing with the precision of a sniper’s scope. In the dim light of his apartment, the air is heavy with unspoken tension. His presence feels suffocating—an invisible hand curling around your throat. Itoshi Sae’s gaze is unwavering, dissecting every twitch of your fingers, every shallow breath, every faltering word that escapes your lips. He doesn’t speak right away. Silence is his first weapon, sharp and calculating, cutting into your composure like a scalpel. When he finally does speak, his voice is soft, measured, but each word lands with the weight of a falling guillotine.

“You don’t even realize how pathetic you look right now, do you?” he mutters, his tone devoid of empathy, yet laced with a hidden clinical curiosity. He steps closer, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the hollow quiet. “It’s fascinating, really. How easily someone can be stripped of their pride.”

You flinch as his hand reaches out, but there’s nowhere to run. His fingers trace the line of your jaw, their touch featherlight, but you can feel the intent behind them—cold, assessing, as though he’s handling a fragile object he intends to shatter. His lips curve into the faintest semblance of a smile, but it’s a lifeless thing, a grim mockery of warmth.

“Do you even understand what you’ve done to deserve this?” he asks, tilting his head. The question hangs in the air, rhetorical and cruel. He doesn’t wait for an answer. Sae doesn’t need your words; he thrives on your silence, on the way your trembling body speaks volumes.

His hand slides lower, over the curve of your shoulder, down your arm, his touch methodical, almost mechanical. Each movement is deliberate, precise, as though he’s memorizing the map of your body. When his grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin, it’s not enough to bruise—not yet—but the promise of pain lingers in the air like static before a storm.

“Weak,” he speaks, almost to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought you’d be different. But in the end, you’re just like the rest of them. Fragile. Pathetic.”

He takes a step back, his hand falling away, but the reprieve is an illusion. The distance between you is a leash, not freedom. His eyes remain locked on you, dissecting every reaction, every flinch, every unsteady breath. Sae’s control is absolute; even in his silence, he commands the room, bending reality to his will.

“Look at me,” he commands, his tone low and cutting. When you hesitate, his lips curl into a sneer. “Did I stutter?”

Your eyes meet his, and the intensity of his gaze feels like a physical blow. There’s no mercy there, no compassion—only an abyss of calculated cruelty. He steps forward again, closing the distance, until you’re forced to tilt your head back to maintain eye contact. His hand rises, fingers curling around your throat, not tight enough to choke, but firm enough to remind you of the power he holds.

“Struggling would be pointless,” he says, his breath warm against your ear. “But go ahead. Try. Amuse me.”

Your body reacts before your mind can catch up, your hands pushing against his chest in a futile attempt to create space. His grip tightens in response, the pressure against your windpipe making it harder to breathe. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t waver. Instead, he watches with a detached curiosity, as though observing a lab experiment.

“Pathetic,” he repeats, his voice dripping with disdain. “Is this really the best you can do?”

When he finally releases you, you collapse against the wall, gasping for air. He doesn’t give you time to recover. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back until you’re forced to look at him again. The smirk on his lips is faint, almost imperceptible, but the malice behind it is undeniable.

“You should thank me,” he says, his tone deceptively calm. “I’m teaching you your place.”

The words cut deeper than any physical wound, and he knows it. Sae’s cruelty isn’t born of chaos; it’s calculated, surgical. He doesn’t just break you; he dissects you, piece by piece, stripping away your defenses until there’s nothing left but raw, trembling vulnerability.

And then, when you think he’s finished, he rebuilds you—but not as you were. No, Sae shapes you into something else entirely, something that fits his vision. His obsession isn’t love; it’s a dark, twisted form of control, a need to possess and dominate every aspect of your being.

“You’ll learn to obey,” he says one night, his voice a venomous whisper in the dark. “Or I’ll make sure you never forget the consequences of disobedience.”

The words linger in your mind, a constant reminder of the cage he’s built around you. Even in his absence, you feel his presence—an invisible hand guiding your every move, a shadow that looms over every thought. Sae’s control is absolute, his dominance inescapable. And in the rare moments when his mask slips, revealing the depths of his obsession, the darkness in his eyes is enough to make your blood run cold.

“You’re mine,” he says one night, his voice trembling with an emotion that’s almost human. But the glint in his eyes is anything but tender. “Even if I have to break you to keep you.”

His kisses are bruising, his touch possessive to the point of pain. He marks you, both physically and emotionally, until there’s no part of you left untouched by his influence. And yet, despite the horror, there’s a part of you that can’t escape him. Because Sae doesn’t just break you; he makes you believe that you were never whole to begin with.

And in his mind, that makes you his—irrevocably, undeniably, his.

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♡ Michael Kaiser.

Michael Kaiser is not a man who plays by halves. Perfection, domination, and the art of dismantling his rivals—these are the tenets of his life, the doctrines by which he reigns supreme both on and off the field. Control is his lifeblood, his religion, and for as long as he can remember, the world has bent to his will, obedient to the designs of its self-crowned emperor.

Until you.

You, with your fragile defiance and trembling courage, have carved a fissure in his perfect, unyielding universe. He hates you for it, as much as he is enthralled by you. You are an anomaly he cannot ignore—a splinter lodged deep beneath his skin, festering, driving him mad.

And tonight, as the air grows heavy with the weight of unspoken words and dangerous promises, he watches you like a predator. His gaze lingers on the way you shrink back, cornered yet refusing to crumple entirely. It is infuriating. It is intoxicating.

“Do you even realize,” he begins, his voice a low snarl that echoes through the dimly lit room, “what you’ve done to me?” He steps forward, his movements slow and deliberate, a calculated menace radiating from every fiber of his being. The light catches on his tattoos, twisting chains and roses that writhe across his skin like living things. “You’ve turned my life into chaos. My life. Do you know how unacceptable that is?”

You say nothing, your lips pressed tightly together, though your trembling form betrays you. It fuels him, this tiny rebellion. He could crush it—crush you—with ease, but where would be the satisfaction in that? No, he wants to see you fight. He wants to see you lose.

“Answer me,” he commands, his tone icy now, each word a blade slicing through the silence.

When you finally stammer a response, it’s barely above a whisper. “I didn’t—”

“Didn’t what?” he interrupts, his laughter sharp and humorless. He takes another step closer, and the distance between you vanishes like smoke. “Didn’t mean to? Didn’t notice? Or didn’t care?” His hand shoots out, gripping your chin with a force that leaves no room for resistance. “Because I can assure you, liebe, I’ve noticed. I’ve noticed every single time you’ve made me feel—” He cuts himself off, his jaw clenching as if the very idea repulses him.

There is something feral in his eyes now, a hunger that makes your breath catch. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, the touch almost gentle, but the tension in his grip is unmistakable. He leans in, so close that his breath warms your cheek. “Do you want to know what it’s like?” he murmurs, his voice a venomous whisper. “To have everything under your control, everything perfect, only for someone like you to come along and ruin it?”

You try to look away, but his grip tightens, forcing your gaze back to his. ���No,” he says, his voice a low growl, “you don’t get to look away. You don’t get to pretend this isn’t your fault.”

His other hand moves to your throat, fingers splayed against the delicate curve of your neck. He feels the erratic rhythm of your pulse beneath his touch and smiles—a cold, cruel thing that bares his teeth like a wolf. “Ah, there it is,” he breathes, his thumb pressing just enough to make your head tilt back. “Fear. It suits you.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before his lips brush against your ear, his voice dropping even lower. “You make me weak,” he hisses, the words filled with venom. “Do you understand how disgusting that is? How infuriating it is to crave something as broken and defiant as you?”

The mask of control he wears so effortlessly slips, just for a moment, revealing the raw, seething obsession beneath. “But don’t worry,” he continues, his tone softening in a way that only makes it more terrifying. “I’ll fix that. I’ll fix you.”

Before you can process his words, he moves. His hands slide down your arms, his grip firm and unyielding as he pulls you closer. His lips find your skin, leaving a trail of bruising kisses and sharp bites. Each mark is deliberate, a claim etched into your flesh. He revels in your protests, in the way you try—and fail—to push him away. “Keep fighting,” he murmurs against your collarbone, his breath hot and ragged. “It only makes it more satisfying when you finally give in.”

Your struggles only seem to amuse him, his laughter rumbling low in his chest. “Do you know what I’ll do to them?” he asks suddenly, his voice taking on a darker edge. “All those fools who think they can touch you, who think they can have you? I’ll destroy them. I’ll make them regret ever looking at what’s mine.”

The possessiveness in his tone is suffocating, the weight of it pressing down on you like a physical force. He steps back, just enough to look you in the eyes, his expression a twisted mix of adoration and hatred. “You’ll see,” he promises, his voice soft but deadly. “I’ll show you what happens to anyone who thinks they can take you from me.”

And then he’s on you again, his touch alternating between cruel and tender, his words a dizzying mixture of threats and endearments. He breaks you down piece by piece, his dominance suffocating, overwhelming, until you are left with nothing but the reality of his obsession.

When he finally pulls away, his hands still lingering on your skin, he smiles. It is not a kind smile. It is the smile of a man who has won. “There,” he says, his tone almost gentle. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

But you know, deep down, that this is only the beginning. For Michael Kaiser, love is not a gentle thing. It is a war, a game of control where surrender is the only acceptable outcome. And you are his trophy, his prize, his victim.

You may have defied him once, but in the end, there is no escaping him.

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♡ Isagi Yoichi.

The room was steeped in silence, heavy and oppressive, broken only by the faint, rhythmic ticking of a clock buried somewhere in the shadows. It was the kind of silence that amplified everything else—the quickened hitch of your breath, the faint rustle of fabric as you tried to edge back, and the subtle scrape of his shoes against the wooden floor as he closed the distance. Isagi Yoichi was nothing like the boy you thought you knew, the one with the eager, boyish grin and the kind of enthusiasm that made people underestimate him. That version of him had been shed, discarded like dead skin. What stood before you now was something raw and unrelenting, a creature shaped by obsession and honed by the cold, unyielding weight of his own ambition.

His presence was suffocating, a wall of quiet menace that pressed down on you, leaving no room for escape. He tilted his head slightly, watching you as one might a trapped animal, his sharp blue eyes reflecting a glint of something darker, something that thrived on your fear. There was no anger in his gaze—no fiery outburst, no theatrics. It was colder than that, infinitely more chilling. Isagi didn’t need to raise his voice; the intensity of his silence spoke volumes.

“You don’t get it yet, do you?” His voice was low, almost gentle, and that softness made it infinitely more terrifying. Each word felt deliberate, precise, like the ticking of the clock—unavoidable, inescapable. He stepped closer, his shadow swallowing you whole. “You think you have a choice here? That there’s some world where you can walk away from me? What are you? A damn idiot?”

Your back hit the wall, the cold surface biting through your clothes, and you realized you’d run out of space. His body was too close now, towering over you, his scent invading every breath you took. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was overwhelming, a mix of sweat and something sharper, metallic, like adrenaline distilled into a tangible form. His hand reached out, skimming along the edge of your arm with a touch that wasn’t quite gentle. It wasn’t cruel, either—it was assessing, clinical, as though he were studying the tension in your muscles, savoring the way your body betrayed you.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth curling upward into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. It wasn’t the kind of smile that reassured—it was cruel, mocking, the kind of expression that turned the air around him icy. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “What is it? Fear? Shame? Or are you just starting to realize what this means for you?”

You swallowed hard, but your throat felt dry, constricted, as though even that small act of defiance might provoke him further. His fingers moved upward, brushing against your jaw, and your body froze under his touch. It wasn’t a question of whether you could fight back; it was the knowledge that resistance would only make things worse.

“You think I don’t see it?” he asked, his tone sharper now, though his voice never rose above that measured, calculated calm. “The way you look at people. The way you laugh, like it’s nothing, like I’m not standing right here, watching you give them parts of yourself that don’t belong to them. That don’t belong to you.”

His grip tightened, his fingers curling under your chin to force your gaze upward. Those blue eyes—sharp, unyielding, like frozen shards of glass—bored into yours, peeling away every layer of defense you might have built. “Look at me,” he demanded, though the command was almost a whisper. “I said, look at me.”

You obeyed, if only because there was no other option. The intensity of his stare was suffocating, like standing on the edge of a cliff with the ground crumbling beneath your feet.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” he asked, and there was something unnervingly reverent in his tone now, as though you were the culmination of some grand, twisted dream he’d nurtured in secret. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to need something so badly it fucking hurts?”

His hand moved again, this time skimming down your side, his touch possessive, leaving behind an invisible trail that burned like a brand. When he kissed you, it wasn’t a kiss—it was a claim, raw and feral, a battle for dominance you’d already lost. His lips were demanding, his teeth grazing your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, though you couldn’t tell if it was intentional or simply a byproduct of his hunger. When you tried to push him away, your palms pressing weakly against his chest, he caught your wrists with ease, pinning them against the wall above your head.

“Don’t,” he warned, his voice dropping to a growl, the sound rumbling through his chest like the distant echo of a storm. “Don’t fucking fight me.”

His weight pressed against you, his body a cage as much as his words were. His breath was hot against your neck, his teeth dragging along your skin in a way that made your heart lurch violently in your chest. He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze again, his expression dark and unreadable.

“You think this is love?” he asked, his voice dripping with something bitter, almost mocking. “Love is weak. Love makes people hesitate. And I don’t hesitate. Not when it comes to you.”

He tilted his head slightly, as though considering his next move, his eyes never leaving yours. “No, this isn’t love,” he said finally, his tone softening, though it only made the words more chilling. “This is something better. Something stronger.”

When he moved again, it was with deliberate purpose, his hands rough and unapologetic as they claimed every inch of you. His touch left no room for doubt, no space for protest. He wasn’t gentle—not because he couldn’t be, but because he didn’t see the need. You weren’t something to be coddled, not in his eyes. You were his, and he was going to make sure you understood that in every way possible.

“You’ll thank me for this one day,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow. But eventually, you’ll see. You’ll see that you were always mine.”

When he pulled back, his grip still firm on your chin, he studied you like an artist admiring their masterpiece. His thumb brushed against your lip, smearing the faint trace of blood he’d left behind, and his smirk returned, darker and more dangerous than before.

“You’re perfect,” he said, almost to himself. “And I don’t lose perfect things.”

Then, leaning in so close that his lips barely ghosted against yours, he whispered his final, bone-chilling promise: “And I don’t fucking share.”

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Accidentally switching jerseys with the PXG girls

A/n:Blue lock is my current obsession, and I frankly can't wait to get to the requests about it (keep them coming), so I wanted to do more posts in the meantime

Fem!rin itoshi

The exact moment rin entered the female locker room all of the eyes in the room turned to look at her, surprised to see her being late, but just as quickly as they turned towards her they looked away seeing her turquoise eyes glare at all of them.

She took a seat on one of the benches and began to open her bag. No one dared to sit near her or even talk to her, well, everyone except a certain devil girl who just happened to have chosen the spot next to her

"Hey rin-rin, how are you doing today?"

"Shut up"

"So cold, I just wanted to check on you, why were you late anyway?"

"None of your business"

"I bet you were with y/n. He's late too, apparently"

When your name was mentioned, your girlfriend stopped pulling what she needed out of the bag and turned to glare at shidou (I can't think a name for genderbent him)

"I thought I told you it was none of your business pink antenna head"

"Seems like I'm right on the money then, not that I'm surprised he's basically the only thing you care about except for football"

"Do you want me to kick you now or during the match?"

"During the match please~ so you can get a red card and fuck off"

Rin just sighed and started taking off her shirt so she could put her jersey on

"We're going against a bunch of lukewarm NPCs anyway. As far as I'm concerned, y/n and i shouldn't even be here. This is just training for me, that's why we were late"

She finished getting dressed and started walking towards the field, turning to look at shidou when she saw she wasn't moving and staring at her

"What's wrong? You scared? Move it you annoying flashy bug"

"Okayyyyyy Mrs. L/n~"

The younger itoshi froze solid for a second before turning again and staring at her teammate with the deadliest glare she could muster

"What did you just call me, you shitty exploding pest?"

"I mean, that is what's written on your jersey. I knew you hated your last name because of sae, but I didn't know you got married. Congratulations!"

"Eh?"

She quickly took off the jersey what she was wearing and turned it around only to see that not only was it not the number 9, but your last name was written on it too

"We are not married! This is y/n's jersey"

"Oh, what a shame, be sure to give me an invite when you do though~ Oh and invite sae too"

"You two are the last people I'd like to see at my wedding"

"So you are getting married!"

"Shut up! How did this even get here?"

She looked inside the bag again, more closely this time, and found a bunch of your stuff she sighed again and looked back up

"This is y/n's bag. We must have taken each other's by accident when we were meditating together before"

"Wait how did you not know which bag was yours?"

"..............."

"Wait don't tell me. You have matching bags? Oh my God you are so in love!"

Rin turned towards shidou again, this time with a slight blush on her face

"I told you to shut up! I'm gonna give this to y/n now"

"Sure make sure to say hi to your future husband for me"

The blue lock n°1 just glared at her and put your jersey back on to go outside to the guys dressing room.

When she entered the same chilly atmosphere that she had on the other room could be felt here by everyone, except for you who when you saw your girlfriend just smiled and went up to her

"Hey rin, don't worry, I'm still changing we'll be out shortly"

Her gaze softened when it landed on you but immediately went back to her cold glare when she looked back at everyone else

"Turn around or I'll kill you"

Out of fear all of the male members of PXG did as she said and when she saw that rin started to take off your jersey again

"W-wait rin what are you-"

"This is yours"

".........Eh?"

"The one you're wearing is mine"

She held out the shirt to you as you looked at your own

"Oh yeah I guess you're right sorry"

"It's fine, I didn't notice it either, now take it off"

"Yep!"

You did as she told you as rin looked at you (her eyes locked a bit too much on your muscles) and blushed slightly but looked away to hide it

"Here you go!"

She took the jersey from your hands and gave you yours, now you started dressing at the same time

"Sorry again about that, I should have checked it"

"I already told you it's fine, plus I didn't mind it that much"

"Hm? Why?"

"No reason, let's go now, the other team is waiting"

"Ok"

You started walking outside, and rin looked back at your smile and beautiful face for a bit......maybe in the future, she wouldn't mind actually having your last name

Fem!shidou ryusei

Rin stood with her arms crossed in the dressing room. She sighed and tapped her foot as she got increasingly angry

"If she's this late again I'm telling Loki to play without her"

She finally opened her eyes when she heard the door open and shidou come out of it

"Yo!"

Her cheery smile quickly morphed into a look of confusion when she looked around the room, noticing that all of the girls were still there

"The match didn't start yet?"

"It didn't start because you weren't here idiot"

"Pffft how boring"

She threw her bag on the bench and started opening it carelessly

"And I thought me and y/n could hang out a little more"

"Some of us take our football careers seriously, and showing up on time is a part of that"

"Hey I'll have you know i take football very seriously!"

"Half of the things you say during matches would disagree"

"It's just because i get reeaaaaaaly excited about it, and also, y/n is there. How do you expect me to focus when the handsomest guy ever is just standing in the middle of the field? It takes all my strength not to start making out sloppy style with him when he scores"

Rin felt like gagging after the image that shidou put in her mind but she resisted the urge and ended up just rolling her eyes

"Then maybe we should take him off the team"

Her remark was met with shidou's shirt flying in her face, making a visible tick mark appear on it

"No way! If you take him off then I'm leaving too!"

She took off the clothes from her face and was met with shidou finally dressed in her jersey

"I was joking, also don't throw your dirty clothes in my face"

"Wow~ I didn't know you had a sense of humor. Also, it's not dirty, I take very good care of myself and my clothing you know? It's one of the many things y/n loves about me"

"Whatever, let's just go"

"Wait, serious question, is it just me, or does the jersey feel tighter today?....not that I mind, maybe my curves grew even more~"

"........oh my God, you're even more of an idiot than I thought"

"What? You jealous"

"That's not your jersey"

".........what?"

"Y/n's last name is on it. It's not even your number, how did you not notice?"

The devil girl took off the jersey she was wearing and looked at the back

"Oh yeah it is"

"Dumbass"

"Whatever I'm gonna keep it"

"Why?"

"It's a nice touch. That way, anyone can see me and y/n are a couple"

"With what you do on the field I'm sure everyone already knows, go give it back to him and take yours back"

"You're no fun bottom eyelashes, I knew you didn't have a sense of humor"

"Just go"

"Okaaaaaayyyyy~"

"And don't flash anyone!"

"Y/n doesn't count right?"

"Go!"

Shidou stuck her tongue out at rin and went with her arms over her head. When she reached the men's locker room she entered and immediately hugged you

"Hiiiiiiii babe"

"O-oh hey shidou, what's up?"

"We might have a little bit of an issue"

"What?"

"We switched jerseys"

".......did we?"

"Yep, look!"

She turned around (giving you a nice view and winking in the meantime), and you saw that her jersey was actually yours, with your number and last name on it

"Oh yeah it is, sorry"

"Don't worry, to be honest, I wanted to keep it like this, but that bottom eyelashes jerk said we had to change"

"Oh"

You took off the jersey as shidou's eyes immediately drifted all over your body while she was licking her lips

"Looking good handsome!"

You blushed but thanked her and gave her the jersey

"Thank youuuu"

She kissed your cheek and was about to take her own shirt off when she was that everyone was looking at her

"Hey, you extras! Close your eyes before I rip them off myself. There's only one guy who can see me, and he's right here"

The guys did as she said and she continued undressing and dressing in her own jersey while you tried your best to look away

"OK now that that's taken care of"

She wrapped one arm around you and kissed your cheek again

"Let's go destroy these fuckers!"

"Heck yeah!"

You two kissed briefly and started walking towards the field still side hugging each other while rin glared at you from the other side

Fem!Charles chevalier

Charlotte ran quickly through the hallway of the stadium's interior until she reached the door of the girls' dressing room that she opened and walked inside

"Waaaaaaait, I'm here! Don't start without me! 👿"

"About time"

"Pardon~ me and y/n were having breakfast and lost track of time just don't tell loki"

"I don't care what you and your boyfriend do, just show up on time"

"I mean, this is what happens when we have a match so early. You can't expect me to wake up this early👿"

"Just shut up and get dressed"

"OK egoist!"

She went over to a bench and started doing as rin said. When she was fully dressed, she went behind the striker and tried to fist bump her, which she coldly refused

"👿"

Suddenly a knock was heard on the door, everyone turned towards it as rin spoke

"Who is it?"

"It's y/n, I have something to give Charlotte"

Rin rolled her eyes but gave you the ok to come as Charlotte smiled widely at your presence, a smile that grew even wider when she saw that you were shirtless

"Y/n~😈"

"What is it?"

"I have Charlotte's jersey here"

"Hm but she's wearing-"

When rin turned towards the midfielder she saw she was sweating and when she looked at the back of her jersey she understood why

"..........you took the wrong jersey?"

"Sorry, it must have been because we were in a hurry, pardon, pardon👿!"

"It's fine, just get yours now"

She walked towards you and looked at you still with that wide smile of hers showing off her fangs

"Here you go"

You handed her the jersey and she took it"

"Merci😈"

You turned around as she started changing again she called you when she finished and gave you your own jersey which you started to put on immediately

"........why are you looking at me like that? You're not mad at me, are you?"

"I mean.....this is kind of your fault"

"I'm sorry it was an accident, I already apologized like 4 times"

".....yeah but-"

"😈"

".........fine I can't stay stay mad at you when you're like that"

"Thank you😈"

She immediately went to hug you as you hugged back. When you pulled back, she pouted a bit but started following you outside

"But you're gonna have to give me a lot of good passes to apologize ok"

"Don't I already do that~😈"

"Yeah you do"

"Then don't worry, those passes are gonna be amazing"

"Just remembere to grab your own stuff next time, ok contrarian?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know sorry, don't worry there's not gonna be a next time😈......probably"

You sighed but held her hand and walked outside with her

[mirrology]

I wonder how will the reader in the itoshi brothers x male reader view the snow after the fight of his older brothers there

NOYADE ❛ ❁. ━━ (n.) an execution carried out by drowning. / UN.

❛ ⟡. blue lock, itoshi brothers & male reader. platonic. wc: 1.2k

❛ ⟡ ━━ reader sure is going through it!!! , reader isn't into football ,, communication? I barely know her , more alnst world memories ,, reader misses people who he doesn't even remember , some wholesome moments with Rin & Sae at the end ,, reader, Rin and Sae no longer share a room. this surprisingly took a while （；´д｀）ゞ

❝ It's not the room. Not beginning. Not the crowd. Not winning. ❞ 𓂅 not, big thief.

You lay in the cold embrace of the snow, staring at the gray sky in contemplation. Your arms were slack and spread out in a starfish pose, having just finished making a snow angel. You took a deep breath, feeling the frigid air rush into your lungs, and it hurt as if needles were sinking into them. You shifted to your side, and the iciness of the snow touched your cheek, melting instantly upon contact with your skin.

You closed your eyes, undoubtedly exhausted from the events that had transpired only days ago. Sae had come back from his trip to Spain. You had been watching Rin practice Football from the sidelines after his match since you never got into it like your brothers, nor did you have the talent to.

The eldest walked onto the field. His face had changed since his youth. It was a sad sight; he looked tired. Despite his expression, you felt happy to see him. Next thing you knew, things went south. Sae told Rin that he had given up on his dream, and Rin didn't take it lightly. Hurtful things were said, and you were not acknowledged. Not even once.

You watched with wide eyes and a heavy feeling in your chest as the once fruitful relationship between them crumbled before you. It was cold, too cold. Your hands shook, you were frozen in place as cold beads of sweat ran down your face. You felt useless.

Sae had given you a single glance as he left, a look that sent shivers through your body. Your eyes burned with the urge to cry, but you didn't. You couldn't. Shedding tears was difficult and it was hard to think about it. Instead, here you were, drowning in memories of a fleeting past. The image of music sheets and a boy with silver hair surfaced from the depths of your mind, presented in snippets.

There were two others: one girl had black hair, while the other girl had the brightest pink hair you had ever seen. That was all you recalled, and it frustrated you.

The snow surrounding you melted into your winter coat, ruining the snow angel you had created just moments before. An itch in your nose snapped you out of your daydream, causing your face to scrunch up in discomfort.

You let out a sneeze, which made you open your bleary eyes. Reaching up, you wiped under your nose, cringing in disgust as watery boogers stained the sleeve of your coat.

You returned to your original position by flopping down to your back, groaning as you suddenly felt queasy. Footsteps crunched in the fallen snow as a person walked up to you. A shadow covered the lower half of your body and a familiar voice spoke. "What are you doing?" Rin raised an eyebrow at your dazed expression.

He had changed in these past few days. His outgoing personality had become more closed off and harsher, although not much to you. You merely grunted back at him, too tired to reply verbally. You raised your arms at him, opening and clenching your hands again and again to emphasize that you wanted him to pull you up.

Rin deadpanned up but did what you asked anyway. You stumbled a little as you stood upright as a wave of nausea hit you like a truck.

Rin noticed because of your swaying. He sighed out from his nose and crouched down, signaling for you to get on his back. You blinked and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabbed your legs to carry you. You buried your face into his neck, mumbling an apology. "M'sorry Rin-nii…" your voice wavered, even though you knew he didn't mind carrying you.

"Why are you apologizing? I don't mind." He fondly spoke, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He started walking back into the house, his body heat helping you stay warm. When the both of you entered he let you down and you took your shoes off at the front door. Once you were done Rin grabbed your hand and let you to your room.

You took off your coat and fell limply onto your bed, just wanting to take a nap and get rid of the nausea. Your brother sighed when he saw your exhausted state, he walked over and covered you in your bed sheets. He smoothed out the edges and gently tucked you in.

Rin nodded at his handiwork and went to leave, although he was stopped by your hand grasping his. He looked back and was met with your pleading face, "Don't leave Rin-nii… please?" you said, your voice slightly hoarse. The former's face softened.

He mumbled out an "Okay." and urged you to scoot over. He laid down beside you and wrapped his arms around you, just like he would when you both were little. You quickly fell asleep, you always did feel safe in his arms.

When you woke again Rin was gone, perhaps he had gone to his room. Your eyes darted to your phone that was on the nightstand next to your bed. Picking it up, you squinted when the harsh light of the phone shone on your face.

You looked at the time, it read 1:49.

It was late and your throat was dry, so you got up to get some water. You snuck downstairs as quietly as you could, grabbed a cup, and filled it with the refreshing liquid. You gulped it down eagerly and let out a relieved sigh when you finished it.

"What are you doing?" A monotone voice said behind you.

Your eyes widened, knowing exactly who it was. You quickly got yourself together and turned around to Sae, meeting his piercing gaze. Bringing up the cup you held, you pointed to it and simply said "Water."

Your voice was still hoarse even after drinking the water and your expression was slightly dazed. Sae narrowed his eyes and reached over to pluck the cup from your hand, and set it down on the counter. He then grasped your hand to pull you out of the kitchen.

"Get back to bed." He murmured, his grip tightening slightly as he felt how warm you were.

"Kay" you replied as you let him tug you back to your room, getting increasingly sleepier. When you both got to your door, he let go of your hand and turned to look at you. You looked back.

It made you nervous just looking at him like this even though it didn't show on your face, since you sported a blank face. But Sae knew he was your brother after all.

Sae reached over and wiped a bead of sweat that had formed on your forehead. "Sleep well." He spoke softly and walked away, leaving you standing in the hallway. You touched the spot that he wiped and an indescribable feeling overtook you, maybe he was still the brother you knew.

Whatever, you would think of it tomorrow. You walked to your bed and got under the covers, sleep enveloped you as you thought of your brothers.

The snow made you confused and it was now hard to look at because of the memories attached to it, you want to stay away from it. You were always sensitive to the cold anyway.