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loolingz · 2 months

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soft phone sex with gojo, might be a little ooc, 1.2k words <3 looli revival!!

“are you alone?”

when the conversations start like this so late in the night, you know what’s about to happen. still, it does manage to cut you off guard- even just a little bit. so you weren’t able to hide the hitch in your breath very well. just like he wasn’t able to hide the low, low chuckle that followed immediately after your quiet admission of guilt. you know him too well. and he, you.

“maybe” you draw out, voice light and airy and playful as you respond into the phone. he laughs again at your attempt to play coy because you both know what you’re doing. it’s the same thing every single time. you both know that you’re taking the phone and the line and sitting on the edge of your shared bed- the one that always feels so empty and cold when he has to stay away from home for a night or two. you both know that right now, you’re listening very, very carefully for the pitter-patter of tiny feet or the quiet creaking of the bedroom, hoping you don’t have any uninvited young guest scampering around past their bedtime. “are you alone?”

and you both know that you’re now lifting up the edges of your nightgown and slipping your panties down to your ankles now that you know that the coast is clear and your husband’s loving voice is purring in your ear.

“you know I am, sweetheart .” he hums at the sound of your sultry voice and the call of his title in such a lewd manner. and you’re almost too ashamed to admit just how turned on a few words make you. but you can’t help it. it hasn’t even been that long yet, and you already miss him. your body- the parts now being uncovered in the chilly air of your bedroom longs for his touch. goosebumps are already littering your skin and your nipples are perking up and pebbling. almost as if he was here, right beside you. ready to keep you warm, and safe, and most of all? “are you touching yourself for me?”

keeping you loved.

you smile into the phone as you opt not to rely at first. instead, you decide to lie back on the bed. letting the familiar smell of his side of the comforter surround you as your body makes contact. the phone line tugs and stretches a little bit as you bring it with you. but you’re able to bring it up to your ear and tuck it in your shoulder all nice and snug without too much trouble. And with you let yourself get comfortable. hiking up your legs and placing your feet flat on top of the bed. drawing up your nightgown even further. and resting your hand in the valley between your breasts and letting your hands move around on their own. touching your breasts. brushing your fingers against your skin. like you wish he could. like you know he would. if only he was here. if only, if only.

“maybe I am, ” You say into the phone, repeating the same sing-songy tone that you had on earlier as your smile grows just a teensy bit more. “maybe I’m not.”

almost instantly, you hear a sigh. on the other side of the phone, you know gojo is getting a little impatient with you. you don’t blame him too. you know how hard he trains. and you can imagine just how long of a day he’s had. barking orders at those who never seem to listen. the training he endures that never seems to end. and so many more things that you know you’re not privy to, especially after his climb in the ranks. but you can’t help it. you just can’t help it. he left you alone here. alone on the bed. alone, alone, alone with only his voice to comfort you.

so of course you were going to give a little tease. just a little one, at least. because it’s only natural. because it’s only fair. because he’s doing it to you right now.

just letting you hear the sound of his voice and not the warmth of his hands.

“sweetheart, ” he calls out to you through the phone, voice strained and breathing a little tighter than before. out of instinct, you find yourself licking at your lips and biting them as the hand on your chest slowly travels down, and down, and down. you know the sounds that follow after all too well. the rustling of clothes. the quiet clinking of metal. the soft groans. it’s telling. too telling. the hidden neediness in his voice. the subtle way he begs with just the call of a nickname. your nickname. it’s telling. because you know him just as well as he knows you. “i need you to touch yourself for me. please .”

because you know him.

and because you know him so well, you know that he’s gotten started without you. you can just tell. he has already gotten started without you. maybe it was while the phone was ringing. maybe it was while you were still talking- still teasing him. maybe it was even before he decided to call you. But you can just tell . that he’s already pulled down his trousers. that he’s already pulled out free his cock. and that the sounds you heard were him freeing himself even further from the confines of his clothesand his determination to be the best striker. because more than his resolve, he wants you. he needs you. he misses you. as much as you feel all those same things for him.

and suddenly you don’t want to be a tease. suddenly you don’t want to make a big show about touching every part of your body except that he wants you to- that you need to- the most. suddenly you realize that you just want what you wanted all along.

him.

“I am…” you tell him in a rush, just as your fingers find some of the wetness pooling in between your legs. you swipe it- coating some of your fingers tips with your own arousal and go immediately for your clit. you draw a sharp breath, feeling your own sense of neediness crop up now that you’re touching the most sensitive part of your body. but you don’t want to stop there. so you don’t. you reach out your other hand and take a fistful of one of your boobs. grip firm and tight like the way satoru does to you. you squeeze at it before moving your fingers along to play with your nipples. pinching them and rolling them so carefully between two fingers that it starts getting your hips shifting and your voice rising in a way that you imagine is unbefitting of a young woman. but you don’t care anymore. you don’t. because right now? you just want to close your eyes. you just want to block all sound. but most of all? “ I am, toru…I’m touching myself….all for you .”

you just want to focus on him.

“all for me, sweetheart?”

because maybe if you focus hard enough. maybe if you imagine hard enough.

“a-all of you.”

if you wish hard enough.

“there’s my good girl. ”

then maybe the warmth you’re feeling now will start to feel it does when he’s the one touching you.

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loolingz · 1 year

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I love my mutuals, but I don’t really care for the ‘specialness’ associated with them. want to send me an ask off anon? do it. want to tag me in a post? do it. follower, mutual, or just random person who stumbled across my blog: I crave interaction and literally do not mind.

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loolingz · 1 year

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What are the first three tags that come up when you type in ‘fucking’?

#i fucking hate you. WAAAAAAA #Hatefuck #FUCKKFUCJKFUCK

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loolingz · 1 year

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HAIII sorry i’ve been so ia work is kicking my ASS i hope y’all r staying safe mwa

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loolingz · 1 year

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˚ ୨୧ ⋆ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝒽𝑎𝑟𝑚’𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦

@katasstrophy requested: rin + hate sex // no lukewarm love v-day event !

wc: 2.2k. cw: nsfw, hurt/no comfort, semi-public sex, toxic relationships, slight dacryphilia & cervix fucking. ꒰ minors + ageless blogs dni ꒱

Rin Itoshi knows how to bring you to tears.

He does it with much more ease than you suppose he'd think, your interactions ending with frustration collecting along your lashes in crystalline drops more often than not.

Then again, it starts to feel like he's well aware of it and ready to use it against you.

He's overwhelming, pressing you into the cement wall without a care for the exposed skin of your back, now burning from friction as he keeps you hoisted up in place. Each forceful thrust punches a bit more air from your lungs than the last and one of Rin's large hands cupping your mouth shut firmly doesn't help in easing the burn sparking deep inside your chest.

Your brows furrow - you're not sure whether it happens from pleasure or frustration - and the look you send the striker's way is nothing but pitiful, Rin realizes.

It's pitiful and miserable and makes his cock twitch inside of you so hard, he almost thinks he's coming already.

"Don't fucking look at me like that," Rin rasps, but his own eyes leer at you with no shame or restraint. The turquoise sits bright around his lust-blown pupils and makes him look all the scarier than he should.

With a low grunt, he bottoms out inside of you again, the flared, oozing head hitting right at your cervix. Your lashes flutter, thick and clumped with mascara that threatens to spill down your cheeks along with the tears that start to steadily stream down, then soak into Rin's skin as he keeps your mouth shut still.

It hurts, but you suppose it has to. It should. You wonder if it's some sick form of further punishment for ever letting Itoshi into your life - as if the whirlwind in your mind and growing void in your chest were not enough already.

The thought sits bitter in the back of your head, even if he's turned your brains to mush, filled your skull with cotton and incoherence. It never quite goes away, but now it makes your grip on Rin's hair tighten, pulling at the roots until you feel him jerk.

He would've doubled over from the sudden rush of pain if it wasn't for the fact that one) he's rutting into you so feverishly, it's almost as if he's leaning the wall along with you, and two) he actually really fucking enjoys it.

He'd rather drop dead - maybe give up the World Cup, even - than admit it, even if it's a state of things that you're both very well aware of already.

You yelp against the clammy hand still pressed to your mouth as soon as Rin's pace quickens. Each forward roll of his hips is calculated, pin-point precise with how he's bullying himself against your now swollen cervix. It sends an electrifying spark up your spine, renders you limp in the athlete's hold as white noise rises between your ears. He could truly fuck you unconscious if he wanted to.

"Rin," it's muffled when you cry, head rolling back, knocking against the wall. Your hips instinctively search for his, eager to take more of him in, as if in defiance of your will and sense of pride.

"Shut up," he forces out, breathy and choked and even from your current angle you're able to notice how his mouth hangs open. He's gasping for air, the unrelenting and brutal pace surely taking a toll on him, even with this ungodly stamina. "Please, fuck, don't- don't."

You've always had it in you to make the world's number one crumble and fall to his knees in front of you - the same pair that could carry him through the field within seconds. He wouldn't mind scarring them, wrenching beyond repair, as long as it was in your name. You tear him up, rip away every layer he's been so diligently wearing since years. An armor of sorts, one that you were once willing to ease off his shoulders and make way for your tender, healing love.

As Rin watches your eyes roll back and feels your nails leave scarlet crescent moons on his back, he starts doubting if the will ever died down.

Would you still allow him to touch you like this if it did? Would you withstand the stark contrast between his usual, daily indifference and harsh, ice cold treatment when he's inside you like this, using every minute he's been given with you?

Rin grunts as he readjusts his grip on your ass, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh as he hauls you up, pulling your hips flush against his own. You're close, he can feel it, from the way your clit throbs untouched against his pelvis to the tale-telling swell of your cunt around his leaking cock.

Why are you still here? Why do you keep whimpering his name like it's all you've ever known?

Dark green strands stick to his forehead, matted with sweat as Rin squeezes his eyes closed, an attempt to shut you out. You and that stupid fucking love-struck look that he knows all to well to ignore when it simmers behind your irises, peering up at him just to spite him.

He groans into the crook of your neck, where you didn't even notice his head has fallen. He's rutting himself inside of you, each thrust knocking your backbone into the wall, bruising you for days to follow. Rin only ever does it because he knows you'll look at the marks later and that the sight will eat you alive.

Your plush, doughy walls squeeze him abruptly, warmth oozing around the very base of Rin's heavy cock, and your lips part in bliss. Your nails rake down his back, eliciting a sound that probably turned out way whinier than he would've liked, and you tug him close, until he has to adjust his balance if he wants to keep fucking into you like that. (He does. God, he will fuck you stupid if it's the last thing he does.)

"Harder," you hiccup, almost meekly, but the way your claws stay cutting through his milky skin makes up for the borderline pleading tone. "Fuck me harder, Rin, can't you?”

He nearly growls by your ear, tongue wet against your pulse point as you can feel his canine press against it, like he wants to rip your throat out. You think he kind of does. "Fuck you." Rin spits, plowing into you deeper. He fills you up to the hilt and stays there for a split second, using the momentum to reach a hand up and wind his fingers around your throat.

Pulling away, he looks at you and relishes in the way your eyes grow unfocused, cheeks heating up from asphyxia. You can tell he wants to sneer at you, hurt you more than any grip on your airways ever could, but his gaze is too feverish, too desperate; it gives him away, his crumbling resolve.

Your legs start to tremble around his waist, soles of your shoes digging into the small of his back. Rin breathes, labored and heavy as your hands wander underneath his sweater, leaving a burn in their wake when your nails drag across the broad of his back.

"You- ha-ah- you like this." you manage to let out, squeaky and airy as Rin's grip on your neck tightens. He's almost single-handedly moving you around as if you're merely a doll in his hold, and the realization makes the coil in your tummy tighten. "You do." you utter in a voice so small, Rin could shatter into pieces. And fuck, he loathes it, he does, he really, really does.

And so,

"I hate you." he gasps, chest rumbling as he sucks in a breath. He's chasing his high, his rhythm growing unsteady and jittery but still, his cock reaches all the swollen hidden spots inside of you. When Rin notices his vision blur slightly with ecstasy, he repeats, afraid his point didn't get across with all the euphoria sneaking into every breath. "I fucking hate you."

You bite back a sob, emotion lodged in your throat. You shake your head, or at least attempt to, and feel Rin's cock swell inside of you, twitching every so often as the impending climax licks at his spine. Your fingers twitch to wipe at the drool shining on his chin, clinging to the lips you can only dream of properly kissing, or touching at all.

You want to ridicule him, point it out - make him feel as small as only his brother ever could. A delusional part of you tries to convince you it's what he deserves, for putting you through so much sorrow and longing that your heart will never heal from. But you can’t bring yourself to do it. Sadly, there’s one simple truth about you, and why you’re hurting the way you are:

You hate Rin Itoshi for the same reason you cry for him. The deeply unfair, persistent, inalienable fear of being loved, the one that made him shut out everyone else.

Your breathing quickens and Rin's hand shakes around your neck, grip lethal. Electricity starts to roll up your spine in time with your lover's telling groan, guttural and choked.

"You don't."

Rin's pretty when he falls apart. Your words strike the right spot, frail and vulnerable, and it sends him crumbling down. His eyes roll backwards, hair falling on his forehead and jaw locking in pleasure, every muscle in his tall frame taut as he rides out his orgasm. He's never looked this large yet vulnerable at once.

This time, his face falters in a different way, and you wish you could make out the emotion that displays on his features, but your own climax takes up every ounce of your being. You cling to him, moans laced through with incoherent blabbers of his name, and for a second you forget all about your surroundings. Half-minded, Rin tucks your head into the crook of his neck and God, he's sure he starts coming all over again when you bite at his shoulder forcefully to keep quiet. It hurts like hell, even through the thick wool of his turtleneck. What stings more is the realization that he will like looking back at the mark later.

You're not entirely sure how much time passes until the heat dies down, your limbs no longer fuzzy, lungs not feeling like sandpaper anymore. Rin catches on before you do, though, and knocks you back into awareness when he carefully yet swiftly eases you down on the ground. (He pulls the hem of your skirt down haphazardly, and hopes that you, too, think that it's just muscle memory by this point.)

Heavy breathing resonates in the training facility corridor, almost bouncing off the gray walls. With each next labored sound, it only seems to grow even louder, overwhelming to the point you just hold your breath in momentarily until the erratic jitter of your heart slows down.

It always only ever ends like this. It's more of a silent agreement between the two of you than anything else. You pull your panties back on and wince slightly when some of Rin's cum soils it immediately upon putting it on; you tidy your hair a little and wipe the fallout from under your bleary eyes, then check for your office keys, mind already moving onto work, where it should've been all this time.

Rin fixes his sweater, pulls his boxers back up, then does his belt. He swings the training bag over his shoulder and runs a hand through his bangs, pushing them out of his eyes as he glances towards you. The blank expression is back, splayed over the features that held so much emotion for you just mere moments ago. Hatred, disdain, longing - you don't care whatever it is.

You yearn for the way Rin showed you anything at all.

Twirling the keys around your finger, you peer up at him, but it seems like your gaze focuses anywhere but at Rin. You don't speak much afterwards, perhaps both too afraid to let everything spill out, but it's not like you hold proper conversations anywhere else either. It's bitter, the taste sitting on the back of your tongue when you think of how different things were, but came crashing down what seemed like overnight.

If Rin feels alike, then he doesn't let it show. He waits with you - for what, God only knows - and stands there, tall and broad, eyes unwavering.

"You coming to the game tomorrow?" He cuts through the silence, eventually, and you don't want to look up at him again. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your gaze spark up with feelings of hope that seemingly just runs free inside of you by this point.

You keep your eyes somewhere behind his shoulder instead, humming under your breath, as if in thought even though your mind's made up already.

"No," you say softly. The gentle tune of your voice makes Rin's stomach churn. It's almost like you, too, start to sound indifferent to it all, building the same wall he's put up to keep you away. "No, I don't think so."

If only you would have glanced at him, even in shameless curiosity. But you don't, and you miss the way his gaze softens in what could be letdown, only to harden split seconds afterwards.

Rin fixes you with one last look, gaze lingering from head to toe before he eventually turns on his heel. Only then do you focus your gaze on his back as he heads down the corridor, then pushes down on the handle.

He almost wavers in his spot. Then, before the door can fall shut behind him, he regards you one last time.

"Good."

#zaria writing the best things ever once again #zari posting a whole banger and thinking we wouldnt notice #HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME!!#rin....#i fucking hate you. WAAAAAAA #faves #please please #speechless #hate fuck with rin......................

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loolingz · 1 year

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˚ ୨୧⋆ 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⎯⎯ itoshi sae x reader ft. shidou ryusei

wc: 3.7k. cw: nsfw, inc*st/stepc*st (open to interpretation), fem reader. consensual voyeurism, cucking (sae), hints of dubcon & dacryphilia, slight anal play, one mention of ryusei having a tramp stamp hehe. unhealthy relationships/dynamics. this is filth 'nd i'm not sorry ! ꒰ minors + ageless blogs dni ꒱

it's almost agonizing, the amount of red hot pleasure ryusei is putting you through - something far more intense than you've ever bargained for when giving your brother's friend that sweet, doe-eyed look. perhaps you should've listened when sae-nii told you that the blonde is no good, teeth too sharp for your tender skin and mouth too vile for the innocent, gullible mind.

but you're a stubborn little thing.

sae knows it all too well, you've always been like that after all - heart too kind for your own good and eyes awfully curious, always settling on the very things he warned you to stay away from. he should've stopped the idea from spiraling into something so very real - but if your (probably one and only) flaw is that naive, airheaded nature, then sae's must be the horrid, overwhelming yearning to see his lovely imouto ruined.

the redhead feels his chest grow all too hot as he watches the scene in front of him unfold. he could've sworn he's put you through enough filth to defile you, scrub away any trace of innocence - but apparently, ryusei really is a whole different fucking breed.

he must be - 'cause god, sae's never seen nor heard you in such state.

a shudder rips through your brother's chest, jolting him back into full awareness when you squeal, and soon enough, his vision sharpens again. tan, golden fingers tangle in your hair as shidou forces your head up from where it's pressed into the pillows. sae relishes in the way your eyes rolled back into your skull and mouth desperately hangs agape, struggling for a breath, a wheeze, anything - but the firm, rapid rhythm of his thrusts makes something so trivial as breathing impossible.

"holy fucking hell," the box blonde whistles, a crude sound that cuts through the air. "what, cat got ya' tongue now, baby?"

soft little mewls drip from your mouth, saliva pooling at the corners of your plump lips, and sae can't help but roll his eyes despite the uncomfortable throb that wakes in his pants at the sight. (when exactly did you pick up that weird drooling thing from your other brother? he doesn't tolerate the thought that maybe, he just hasn't ever gotten you to this point of mindless slobbering just yet.)

ryusei leans in when the first few babbled sounds leave your throat, incoherent with how heavy your tongue sits in your mouth. deemed unable to speak, you whine between hiccupy moans that only grow louder with each feverish thrust inside your cunt. he curls his broad frame over your back, breathing laboriously by your jaw as he listens for any cogent thought.

a laugh rumbles through his chest when he hears none. as if to force it, he crams his cock all the way up, until you jolt under his weight and give a little cry when the spongy head kisses your cervix.

"ryu-usei," you whine pitifully, a nasally, honeyed tune that makes sae's tummy simmer with need once it reaches his ears. "you're- s' de-ep!"

a condescending coo vibrates against your ear when the blonde presses an awfully tender skin to the spot just behind it. the contrast between his feverish thrusts and sickly sweet kisses turn your brains into mush.

when ryusei speaks, it's merely a white noise, muffled despite the close proximity between you.

"too deep, sweets? should've listened to your nii-chan," he laughs, as if truly amused by your disordered state. "he told ya m' a handful, didn't he?"

you force a little nod, and as if on cue, the rosy-eyed pushes you cheek-down on the mattress to face the man in question.

with your heart thumping in your throat, you swallow back a gasp when your gaze meets sae's. he looks pretty like this - with few first buttons of his silk white shirt undone, gracing you with a sliver of smooth skin, now flushed with what only you can recognize as arousal. as you glance over at the midfielder, you notice him spreading his legs just a tad wider, probably to ease the discomfort in his crotch, and note the way his eyes narrow slightly as he scrutinizes you.

ryusei swears he just felt you squeeze him tighter.

he doesn't pay it much mind, anyway. yeah, it was a little odd when sae first mentioned the only two rules for tonight - one, him in the room with you two at all times, and two, no fucking kissing - but, hey, he's not the one to look a gifted horse in the mouth. the prodigy has always been a little weird about you, too, giving you annoyed looks and rolling his eyes at your bubbly presence only to snarl at a poor soul that dared glance your way the very next second. maybe it's just how siblings are - a weird kinda push-and-pull with a sprinkle of unhealthy attachment.

well, it's not like he knows anythin' about it, nor does he give a single fuck.

not when you're here, pussy creaming on his cock and milking every single drop outta him as you squirm and whimper like he's putting you through the worst abuse ever.

drawing his hips back sloppily, ryusei glances down to where the plump meat of your ass squishes against the top of his quads. a groan rumbles through his chest, guttural as he reaches his other hand to land a harsh smack to one of the cheeks, rough fingertips soon digging into the plush - sure to leave marks for days to follow.

sae winces slightly at the sound, melting into one sick contortion with your surprised squeal, and moves his eyes to where ryusei pulls your cheeks apart. he prods his thumb at your tight little rim and you seize up, moans choked and stuttered between forceful thrusts that just won't let up. as if it wasn't enough, the man tilts his head a little lower, gathering a load of saliva in his mouth before spitting right above where his digit presses against your hole. it's lewd, overwhelming and if it wasn't for the striker's other hand holding your head in place, you would've dug it into the sheets with shame and embarrassment.

but you can't do that. instead, you ever so obediently keep your eyes forward, a little bleary still as you hold sae's gaze. your vision tunnels when ryusei presses down on your face with more force, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs along with sputtered little gasps.

you can still make out the little taunting smile that pulls at the corners of sae's mouth, charmed by your faux struggle. it’s nothing he’s never done to you before.

"look at that," a low hum resonates from above you when eventually, ryusei's finger slips right inside with ease, thanks to the additional lubrication, as makeshift as it is. "fuck, there ya go, little one."

you moan quietly, wet lashes fluttering at the delightful intrusion. as if instinctively, your hips lift off the bed in a sharp movement, pushing ryu's finger even deeper, up until the second knuckle.

you can almost hear the grin crack through his features, all teeth and borderline crazed at the way your body reacts to him.

"i think you're a little liar," the striker drawls, a throaty groan meddling with his words. "no fuckin' way you're not sneakin' behind his back, baby. you're a propher little nympho."

there's this bubbling, searing feel that's been building steadily in your tummy, and it now only grows stronger at the unintentional praise. your hips jerk against the mattress, eyes rolling backwards to meet ryusei's cherry pink gaze instead, and you both miss the way sae's hand grabs at the now achingly hard bulge pressing against the zipper of his pants.

his chest grows unbearably hot, pulse throbbing in his ears in an irregular rhythm that matches the one against his palm when he languidly squeezes himself. even through the layers of fabric, sae feels his cock fucking leak, resting heavy against the inside of his thigh and twitching with every sweet, airy sound his friend forces out of you.

ryusei isn't dumb per se, but god, he's dense for not coming to realization with any of it.

sae shudders, shoulders tense when he straightens himself and clears his vision a little. he does it just in time to see the man in question pull out of you, drawing a gasp from your swollen mouth, only to manhandle you to your back in a fluid, yet slightly rough move.

your brother almost hears the way your breath catches in your throat, heart rabbiting against your ribcage when ryusei easily mauls your legs around his waist. he digs his fingers in the doughy flesh of your hips, pulling them up slightly as he aligns himself again, and to both his and sae's surprise, you push at his chest weakly.

ryu huffs slightly, strands of icy blonde falling into his eyes as he glares down at your teary, flushed face. "what?"

you gasp when he ignores your nudging, instead prodding at your hole again, cockhead hot and slick on your lips as he slides it between them in teasing, short strokes.

"'sei, wait-" you whine in protest, hand smacking against one of his hard pecs, nails momentarily cutting through the tawny, glistening skin. "that's s'much, too much."

you're breathy, chest rising and falling so rapidly, you might as well be choking on air. the striker furrows his brows in confusion, chest heaving as he takes note of your drowsy eyes, simmering with tears and gleaming with euphoria - so contrary to your little fuss. he only rolls his eyes at the little drawled out mewls that come tumbling out your loud little mouth with each nudge on your clit, and assumes there's nothing to watch out for in the end. he eases your legs around his waist, your ankles locking at the small of his back - right where the cheeky, rough ink seeps into his brown skin - and rolls his hips forward.

head tipping back at the sting, you feel your walls stretch and accommodate to ryusei's girth all over again. his tip knocks against all the swollen spots on his way in and you whine tearfully. it's too much - all of it. he's good, awfully so, and your head feels like it's filled with cotton, stripped away from a single coherent thought. the pleasure rolls through every nerve, icy cold with the way it makes every muscle shudder, and yet it really does make you think you're on the verge of breaking.

sae-nii was a little right, after all - but it's not like you'll admit it and give him that pleasure. ryusei is a little too much than you can handle, despite how delirious he drives you, and even if every sheepish glance and desperate touch his way makes your heart flutter with silly infatuation.

"ryusei," you cry out again, and there's even a little sniffle to top off the fit. "'said- too much, fuck."

there's one thing about you that brings sae to white hot annoyance - you're whiny. perhaps it's your wide, glossy eyes and how they seem to have a way with him, granting you your every wish. maybe it just stuck to him from your adolescent years, a typical dynamic for all siblings, blood bound or not - but god does it bring him to the verge of insanity sometimes. he feels his eye twitch as you arch your back, a pretty, smooth curve that only makes your tits press further against ryusei's chiseled chest. you're squirming away, little sounds of complaint blending into the athlete's hoarse grunts and your own high-pitched moans.

sae waits, just a little bit more; gives you a chance, if you will. he only does it 'cause he's nice, and actually wants you to try and fix this attitude yourself before he steps in. after all, he knows you best - sees you in such dumb, fucked out state all too often - and he's sure you're not truly anywhere near your limit just yet.

but you don't take on the opportunity and grab at ryuisei's wrist instead when his palm goes to curl around your neck, hot and pulsating with every rapid beat of your heart. rose-colored irises lour as they settle on your face and make out just the faintest trace of a pout, more playful than truly sorrowful.

a startled yelp rolls off your tongue when a set of blunt nails digs into the supple skin on your throat, a consequence of ryu tightening his grip on your airways. you sputter for air as he gives you a firm shove, head hitting the mattress with more force this time, as if to assert his dominance.

"behave."

sae suddenly interjects from his spot on the armchair, and if only he wasn't so exasperated, he would've laughed at how quickly both of you snapped your heads in his direction.

it's low as he speaks, voice still merely a monotone hum, a warning laced between words. ryusei drags himself along your walls, drawing a strangled sound from your lips, but to his surprise, it's nowhere as desperate nor tinny as moments before.

the blonde breathes out a laugh, head tilting as his mouth stretches into a shit-eating grin when he glances over at sae. "hah? you gotta come and make m-"

sae fixes him a look, one that almost comes off as disgusted when he frowns, brows knit together. he gives the man an once-over before sighing exasperatedly, cracking his neck as he gets up from his seat.

"wasn't talking to you, pervert." he mutters, closing the gap between him and the bed in three long strides and eventually crouching down next to it.

above you, ryusei notices his hips stutter slightly, irises sharpening when the look on your face drops and makes way for a whole another expression - something he hasn't really seen on your pretty face yet. he watches as your lips part and eyes almost hurriedly follow sae's movements as he props his elbows up on his knees, leaning in closer.

in a way, you almost look nervous, if your widening eyes and labored breathing is anything to go by. there's something about this dewy appearance, a little anxious and somewhat pliant, that makes ryusei's gut stir with interest and excitement. the coil only tightens some more when sae suddenly reaches for your face, holding your jaw in a firm grip that has you yelping in surprise.

sae's eyes narrow slightly as he zones in on your face, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your cheeks until they squish into one of these cute, irresistible pouts he knows and loves. your whimper catches in your throat and he huffs.

"stop being a brat." the redhead utters, emerald gaze piercing right through you, in all your aroused, puzzled entirety. you're getting off on this - the delightful sting from his hold, ryusei's dumbfounded stare as his movements slow in confusion. in fact, sae can almost hear the cogs turn in the faux blonde's head while he watches your interaction. he's slowly catching up, sae supposes, and the shattered holy shit he groans out only confirms his suspicions.

it's already hard enough for you to focus on anything else but ryusei and the way he grinds himself into you. slow and deep, his hips fit snugly against yours with every languid stroke that prods at all the overstimulated spots. you can feel his hand slide from your neck to your chest, fingers spreading along one of your breasts, groping at the flesh roughly as if to ground himself. truly, it's already enough to make your senses mush, a fuzzy, suffocating feeling rising in every cell.

sae's there to make it worse.

"nii-chan," you stutter, breathy as you intuitively, subconsciously lean into his touch. it's as if every nerve screams to take more. "i'm-"

"shh." he cuts in, only tightening his grip. "feels good, doesn't it?"

you can feel ryusei pick up a steady rhythm, resuming his previous pace, and the way he bullies himself into you over and over, abusing the tender flesh, puts you in a state that's nothing short of delirious. crystal clear tears gather along your lashline, mixing with the already smudged mascara, and your vision blurs.

through the haze, you can make out sae's blown pupils, alert and sharp despite how hooded his eyes are. heavy with arousal, his lashes flutter as he glances down to your lips, still luring him in, begging to steal a kiss or two, then some.

"sae-nii." you whimper again, and you almost sound in pain, sae realizes. you just might be, from the way ryusei doesn't let up his brutal pace, hips hammering into yours. you would've gone flying off the bed if it wasn't for the deathgrip they both have on you.

he doesn't mind your hand reaching for his wrist instead, clammy fingers gripping him for any sort of comfort. "think you can be good for me?" he breathes out, chest shuddering with every exhale. each of ryusei's overbearingly loud noises seems muffled by this point, but sae has to admit the way they mell into one with your sickly sweet mewls does indeed sound unbearably hot. the strain in the front of his pants might just drive him crazy any second, but that's something to worry about later.

right now, his focus is eerily pin-point, entirely on you and each of your wretched, tender reactions.

"m-mhm," you slur, sae's grip effectively turning your words into gibberish. you sound, look so dumb, so fucked out of any substantial thought. his eyes sharpen, fingers unrelenting in their hold, but you can tell from the way his jugular bobs up and down that he's losing composure fast. "pl-pleas-e, will be good f'yew, niichan."

a fresh wave of tears spills down your heated cheeks, soaking between sae's fingers. he knows what you need, notices the yearning, pleading look you give when peering up at him. by this point, it's second nature. you're easier to read than the back of his hand.

it's downright filthy, all teeth and tongue as sae kisses you, mouth molding against yours as he licks into it with vigour. you're drooling a little, just a tad too eager, but sae doesn't actually mind. not when the warmth in his own chest is almost lethal, euphoria in every breath as he devours you, inch by inch, greedy hands roughly grabbing at every exposed piece of flesh.

ryusei fucks a little too well for someone as shell-shocked as he is - or should be, at least. it doesn't seem like he's all that affected, yet alone bothered by the taboo that plays out right for him to witness. if anything, this twisted sort of infatuation between you and sae and the sticky sweet, slick sounds you make when kissing your brother so eagerly may be just the very things to haul him over the edge.

"shit, shit- m' gonna cum, fuck, i'm filling ya up." the striker drawls out, blood rushing between his ears as he chases the familiar sensation. somewhere between unrelenting thrusts and throaty, treacly groans, he slips his other hand between your thighs - only to find sae's fingers already there, rubbing sloppy circles into the throbbing nub.

"don't y' dare," sae grunts, the warning muffled by your tongue lapping at his own still. (god, ryusei thinks, you're gonna make him choke on you, and the entirety of this sick and twisted whatever you two are.) "have some fucking manners, idiot."

he ignores the whining sound that slips past ryusei's mouth, all of his attention on you now as he selfishly, greedily gobbles up every stammering gasp right from your lips. sae feels them wobble, tongue heavy against his own as you struggle to keep up between the irregular bucking of your hips against his palm and ryu's cock still pistoning in and out of your creaming cunt. you're close, he can tell - doesn't even need to listen to your desperate, hiccupy mewls.

"i know, i know," he could've cringed at how slurred his words come out, but there's no place for any shame anymore. sae feels your poor little clit jolt under his touch, rubbed raw from his fingers that only press down harder on the nub with each of ryusei's thrusts.

"cum for me, 'mouto. show me, 's okay."

you start to tremble in his hold, breath hot on his mouth as you babble without a drop of sense, and ryusei holds your hips down while he crams his cock against the sweetest spots. sae can only imagine how tight it feels, to be plowing into you as your little pussy swells and creams, quivering with an orgasm so intense your voice dies in your throat. he wonders how sick it is of him to get this phantom sensation as he watches you fall apart and grip onto him for dear life - his cock twitches against his pants, and it's almost as if he can feel you ooze around him and squeeze his girth so hard, nothing else could ever compare.

sae's almost jealous, wishes that it could be him you were clamping down on in ecstasy. but he's nice tonight. he's a good brother, and an even better lover. (perhaps one ties closely with the other.) just once, he can be generous and grant you your silly wish of having your favorite striker fuck you unconscious - it's not like it matters in the long run.

it doesn't really matter, as long as he is the one carving your sloppy, eager cunt to his shape; branding the supple skin of your décolletage with marks that scream ownership. and it's always him, and you're always so obedient and pliant, a perfect doll for him and all his desires, as carnal as they might be. maybe giving in to your pleading, bambi eyes, therefore allowing all of this to happen, wasn't actually that bad of an idea, sae thinks. he doesn't mind spoiling you rotten, not at all.

in the end, it's still him your bleary eyes search for as pleasure consumes you. it's his name on your lips as you fall apart.

a/n: some time ago, nonnie said: what abt... possibly... sae watchin shidou fuck his sister... and i say: ૮ /////// ა mmmhmm. yea i like the sound of that !

#oh my god #what if I creamed my pants RIGHT now #PLEASE ZARI I LOVE YOU FOR THIS #Ryusei getting off to it omg #“dont y’ dare.” THATS SO SAE!!#faves #I NEED THEM BOTH ASAP #tearing up rn #god Damn #in love with you

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loolingz · 1 year

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what does the inside of your fave's head sounds like?

#OMG!#sae.. sae........#definitely #sex drugs etc by beach weather #reflections by the neighborhood #i wanna be yours arctic monkeys #starboy the weeknd #brooklyn baby lana del rey #superman eminem #i have so much more!!#i can talk about my beloved for DAYS #babydoll by ari abdul too #and do i wanna know arctic monkeys...#me aand your mama childish gambino :0 #яд by erika lundmoen as well!!#running late rn so ima have to end it at this 8S

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loolingz · 1 year

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i love u

aw nonnie i love you too! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) and a quick reminder to the other anons that i'll get to all asks soon!

#loolingz #mwah ily #nonnie #ily nonnie

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loolingz · 1 year

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🍭 u && sae

🍭- who has the sweet tooth?

WELL.. certainly me!

sae loves to spoil me with sweets because he knows how much i love them ; almost as much as i love him! <3 however occasionally i love to treat him as well by getting him cake and strawberry chocolates!

ty for the ask, feel free to drop more!

#loolingz #selfship #self ship #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #self ship scenario #fictional other #asks are open!

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loolingz · 1 year

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𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠! 𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠ℎ𝑖-𝑠 → @dacrinphilia

reblogs appreciated!! regular navi can be found here

hi hiii ! as mentioned once or twice, i've decided to start fresh & move blogs ^_^ i'm planning 2 finish moving by the end of the month. until then, i'll be still using this account, mainly to answer remaining asks - i'd appreciate if any new interactions took place on @/dacrinphilia, though, 'cause that's where i'll be spending most of my time from now on to kickstart the blog! all new no lukewarm love event works & other longer fics will only be posted over there as well. more details under the cut!

all interactions on the new blog will be coming from my new main, @/itshis.

for the time being, i'd suggest following both this blog & @/dacrinphilia as well. until i'm finished w/ clearing out my askbox, i will be posting content both here & on the new blog. all of the answered tags will be reblogged to the new place as well, though - so it's up 2 u whether u stay here or not. i'll try to make sure you don't miss anything <3

once i'm done clearing out the askbox as much as i can,, itoshi-s will be archived. i don't want to deactivate (reposting sounds like hell lol) but i won't be using this account at all afterwards.

why am i moving? i didn't start this blog with writing in mind, and i hate how messy it became overtime. starting fresh with new tags & layouts will make ur gal sm happier hehe ^_^ and i hope it'll be easier 4 u to look up new content as well!

mootsies, regulars & anons - i hope to see u there <3

thank you everyone for making itoshi-s my safe place 2 lose my mind over 2d men. it's been wonderful !! reaching nearly 2k on here over the span of not even 6 months is CRAZY o_O ur all so dear to me,, let's continue being insane 2gether !

with love,

zari ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

#boost

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loolingz · 1 year

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ik ur in ur reo phase BUT HEAR ME OUT EARTH ONLY YOU CAN DO THIS

rin ACCIDENTALLY publicizing ur relationship bec mf got jealous as hell when ur face appeared in the kiss cam IN HIS GAME??????? WITH A RANDOM GUY AND WAS HE FUMING??? YOU AND I KNOW HE WAS THROWIN HANDS

thats all

I'M HEARING YOU OUT. warning for unrealistic scenario, i wrote this in like 20 minutes so it's unedited :p apologies for any mistakes.

imagine being rin's secret partner, the one he keeps behind closed doors because he values you too much to let the invasive eyes of the internet see. he values your relationship too much to let it get tarnished by social media, so he hides any affiliation with you like his life depends on it, only to come home and shower you with the adoration and affection he wishes he could show to the rest of the world.

in the spotlight, he is itoshi rin, japan's prized striker, their golden player, but when he's out of the spotlight, he is your lover. the man who drapes himself over you when things get too rough and he needs a breather. he is yours to cherish, where you have to change your phone wallpaper every other week because there's so many good photos of you two. he is yours to love, he is yours to go to when you feel too lonely, he is yours.

but also imagine, itoshi rin's jealousy and possessiveness no longer being able to rest at bay. it'd been accumulating for the past few weeks, this desire to show you off and boast that it's him who gets to know you like no other.

then the cup overfills, his jealousy tearing him by the seams that he loosely stitched together to withhold this carnal beast resting within him.

all because of a damn kiss cam.

you had been sitting in the vip section of the stadium- where special members are granted tickets, and even though you tell rin that it's fine for you to just sit in the general area, he refuses and tells you that he's bought you the ticket anyway. leaving you with no room for arguments. well. not that there was any to begin with.

anyways, you'd just so happen to sit next to someone who bought vip tickets with no affiliation with any blue lock members. you think he's just a die hard fan, so when he asks you if you like them, you lie and say that you won these tickets at a raffle.

the guy wasn't the most favourable person ever, in fact, you found yourself awkwardly responding to what he was saying, sometimes giving him short and succinct replies because of how... weird... he was. not to be disrespectful but you did not like his vibes. you just hope these 90 minutes can be over quickly.

yeah well, how funny is it that the kiss cam lands on you and the insufferable guy beside you?

you're mortified when you see it on the screen but the person beside you doesn't warrant the same reaction. immediately, he turns to face you, anticipation heavy on his features. in fact, he looks rather... excited...

"no, no, i have a boyfriend, i-" you begin abruptly as he leans in and you have no choice but to helplessly lean back, evading his lips and delaying it as much as you can. you even try rejecting him by frantically waving your hands, panicked and unsure of what to do.

until you hear him.

"back. the. fuck. off!" comes a shout from the pitch; the voice very familiar to your ears that you can't help but instantly relax from hearing it.

your seat was relatively close to the field which meant that those around you could hear the distinct voice of itoshi rin ripping through the air, fury evident and baring its fangs as he all but punches the barrier with each word.

however, everyone in the stadium could see itoshi rin as all cameras pan to him, witnessing his wrath as he shouts from the top of his voice. everyone around you is silent and you don't know whether you want to shrivel up into the ground or run to him and embrace him as tightly as you can. to find sanctuary in his warmth, away from the pushy guy who can't wrap his head around the idea that no means no.

itoshi rin decides for you, effortlessly jumping over the (considerably high???) barrier and making a beeline for you, skipping some stairs. thank goodness for a side seat because he comes to a stop before you, adrenaline still coursing through his veins as he looks at you with heated passion, huffing and puffing.

"rin?" you whisper. he doesn't hear it, looking up at the various stadium screens to see if the kiss cams were still on you. smirking in satisfaction when he realises they are, rin all but pulls you up from your seat and kisses you with so much intensity and fervour that you feel lightheaded. very much so.

the stadium is cheering but you can't focus on it, not when rin's holding you to him so closely, practically trying to meld you to him. not even trying to push him away is enough to snap him out of whatever primal instinct has taken over him, so you grab his face and jerk away from him, not wanting to get too carried away.

before you can utter a word, rin looks behind you, and the coldness in his expression says everything you need to know.

he doesn’t care about dignity at this point. he just needed the world to know that you were his.

"you're dead if you try that again, you lukewarm fuckface," he then turns to you. you shiver from the intensity of his gaze. "i'll kill him next time," he promises before hugging you close to him once again, practically glaring at the cameras. "i'll kill anyone who tries to get to close."

THANK YOU FOR THIS ANON would u believe me if i said i'd been waiting for an opportunity like this? well i'm speaking the truth and i'm so glad u gave me the opportunity i've been waiting for AYEEEEEEE COME BACK ANY TIME YOU ARE SO WELCOME ON THE EARTHTOOZ BLOG, PRETTY <33

#OHMYGOD!!#rin....i need him #FAVES

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loolingz · 1 year

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sae who can be sooo insufferable when he lies in between ur legs and presses the sweetest, gentle kisses to the front of your panties :( emerald eyes taunting as they watch the way your chest shudders and head lulls to the side, almost dreamily so, and thighs tense under the warmth of his hands as he keeps them spread :( he does it again, kisses your cunt almost tenderly — again, and then some more, until the words he aches for finally slip past your mouth, honeyed and airy. please, daddy, you hiccup, fingers gentle as ever as they lace in his hair, and he groans against you, lids heavy with need. good girl.

#WAAA ZARI ML #made my day i love you #SAE.... i NEED HIM #rabid noises cue #please!!1 #please one chance #PLEASE I LOVE THIS #zaria writing the best things ever once again #zari posting a whole banger and thinking we wouldnt notice

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loolingz · 1 year

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no backtalk | multi.

words : 862

warnings : fem!reader, black coded, choking, squirting, mating press, backshots, dumbification <3

you squeak as your boyfriend pressed you further into the mattress, his heavy hand resting on your upper back, slotted just between your shoulder blades, forcing you into the meanest arch possible as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

his thrusts were deep in this position, and the sheer force of his strokes left you sobbing. with three orgasms having already been ripped from you previously - two from his thick fingers, and one from his mouth - your body has since gone limp, your mind buzzing with euphoric numbness.

“s-s’too deep, baby!”

your whines were hardly audible over the wet squelching of your pussy as he met you thrust for thrust, but from the sound of his airy laugh, you knew your boyfriend heard you loud and clear.

“too deep?” there was a teasing lilt to the low rumble of his voice. “you told me you could take it, sweetheart.”

oh, you know what you said, but that was the hennessy talking.

having been with your boyfriend for the past seven months, you felt that some liquid courage was required before telling him - the man with the biggest dick you’ve ever seen, and a cocky attitude to match - that you were finally ready for sex.

truth be told, drunk-you talked a big game. while you were normally shy and reserved, she had the confidence sober-you wished she could exude. your mind raced with flashbacks of you sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, whispering to him that you wanted to be stuffed full with his cock, boasting that you weren’t one for tapping out.

it was then when you realized that you bit off more than you could chew.

your breath catches after one particularly vicious thrust, feeling the bulbous head of his dick drag repeatedly against that spot deep within you that made you tremble and keen uncontrollably. though your cries were cut short when the hand keeping you molded to the mattress slithered around your throat, lifting you from your arch and pressing your back to his chest.

“and after all that backtalk.” he tsks, the warmth of his breath on the shell of your ear making you shudder. “i knew i’d have you dumb on my dick.”

you whimpered at the low timbre of his voice, nearing the precipice of your desire for a fourth time that night as his other hand snaked around to your front to rub tight circles on your clit. the overwhelming sensation makes your eyes roll back, your thighs shaking and pussy clenching as he continued to fuck you raw.

“shit,” he hissed, “you’re so fucking tight.”

he trembles behind you, groaning in your ear with each new thrust into your wet heat. a breathless giggle escaped your lips - you couldn’t help but feel a bit prideful at the thought of bringing such pleasure to a man whose body and stature were akin to a fucking god. that feeling was short-lived, though.

without any warning, he pulls out before manhandling you onto your back, towering above you with a feral glint in his eyes. he licked his lips at the sight of you - faux locs falling from your loose bun, bare breasts jiggling with each heaving breath, and shaky inner thighs glistening with your wet, creamy arousal.

you were absolutely breathtaking.

“so fucking pretty,” he hums, pushing your thighs to your chest to give himself a better view of your pussy. and without missing a beat he gripped his dick, pumping it a few times before slapping it against your clit.

you cry out, your eyes soon widening as he then teased your entrance with his tip, the slight stretch of his dick from this angle dangerous enough to make you delirious with both pain and pleasure.

“w-wait, wait!” you gasped, pressing against his abdomen the moment he sank a few inches deeper. “s’too much!”

“nah, move your hands,” he challenged. “you said you wanted to be full of my dick, right? let me fill you then.”

he bottoms out in one swift thrust before you can react, knocking the air from your lungs but still giving you a moment to adjust. it’s ridiculous how deep you could feel him - he was practically in your tummy.

“can’t believe you kept this pussy from me for seven months,” he seethes, but you hardly registered his words, or his tightened grip on your thighs. that blissful numbness in your brain had increased tenfold - nothing else mattered except how amazingly full you felt in that moment.

and then he started moving.

you screamed as the head of his dick attacked that spot within you once more - hard, heavy, and with timely precision - your voice reaching octaves neither of you were used to. the sensation had you quivering, your arousal suddenly squirting around his dick as your fourth orgasm hit you like a freight train.

“fuuuck,” your boyfriend groaned as he fucked you through it, shuddering at the feel of your cunt spasming around him. it nearly triggered his own release, but he managed to hold off, craving to have you completely and utterly pliant before finally giving into his primal urges.

“i hope you know we’re not done here, sweetheart.”

gojo, eren, toji, zeke, geto, reiner, choso, jean, and any of your faves <3

#mmm sae #:(( wan him to do this

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