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mangogobibiboo · 27 days

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: KISSES WITH LIP PLUMPER ON : (Bluelock)

Bachira Meguru, Rin Itoshi, Nagi Seishiro x Reader // Warnings: Nothing I can think of, Reader wears makeup // Word Count: 900+

SYNOPSIS: BOYS REACTION TO YOU KISSING THEM WITH LIP PLUMPER ON

Lip Plumper: A lip product commonly used before applying lip gloss or lipstick to add volume to the lip. It causes a "slight tingly sensation." (IT BURNS LIKE HELL AND HURTS EVEN MORE IF YOU GET IT ON ANY OTHER BODY PART!)

NAGI:

Nagi was napping (shocking)

It was a sneak attack

He looks so cute sleeping

You were getting ready for yet another 8 a.m. lecture (RIP)

When you peeked over to the bed again, you couldn't help but get a warm feeling in your chest

How can a man be 190cm but still be so precious?

You couldn't help yourself!

You give him a small peck on his cheek to rush out for class, leaving him still sleeping

When you get back home around noon, you still find him lying around in bed, tapping away on a game console

Still so cute

You go in for another small peck, but he dodges

So strange, and then he turns to you with a pout. "You woke me up this morning."

and you see

and angry red blemishes on his cheek, vaguely in the shape of your lips

YOUR POOR NAGI

it takes many hours of lazy cutting and some purging of your makeup cabinet to make it up to him.

RIN:

He was being difficult.

This man was a tower and refused to lean down so you could give him a little peck on the cheek.

It was his fault, really!

How were you supposed to know that he had finally given in and was about to lean down as you went up for another attempt?

And your lip-plumper-soaked lips landed...

his

EYE.

He looked like he was going to kill you. It took a second to kick in, but when it did, you hadn't even heard the curses that flew out of their mouth when he was on the field.

"What the fuck was on your mouth" he spit at you when rubbing his eyes out in the sink.

You were concerned, but you couldn't help but laugh a little.

It wasn't every day you saw your calm and composed boyfriend act so "lukewarm."

BACHIRA:

It was his fault

But you can't even blame him!

Bachira loves showing you affection. You get at least 100 kisses daily pecked onto various body parts.

Today, you dared to give him only 56 kisses (he counted—_—). You might as well have told him that you never loved him.

You were almost done getting ready for a small outing with friends from uni.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you not once, not twice, not even three times. He full-on started making out with you.

You completely forgot what was on your lips in the flurry of kisses.

He pushes off of you with wide eyes.

Dashing to the sink to feverishly wash out his mouth.

"I'm so sorry, Megu, you surprised me!"

He looked at you dramatically. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you? I should have known you don't love me anymore."

He is so dramatic. ISTG

After a lot of reassurance and promises of cuddles, you left for your night.

Weirdly, when you came back, you caught Bachira trying on your lip-plumper

A/N: I'm alive. I will have some longer stuff coming out soon, but enjoy this for now!

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rinzsu · 7 months

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HAIRCLIPS .ᐟ

cw: itoshi rin, fluff, gender neutral, established relationship, wc 300+

“doesn’t it bother you sometimes?”

“what exactly?”

“your hair. i've noticed you blowing it out of your face every now and then while you were performing the lotus earlier.”

rin cracks one eye open as he examines your expression, watercolor eyes searching for the tiniest hint indicating that you’re messing with him once more.

yet he’s met with nothing but pure curiosity as you scrutinize the olive bangs messily descending upon his face, concealing his pearly orbs like a veil, hiding them from your prying gaze.

“sometimes” he sighs before settling back into the yoga position he had been performing prior to your question.

with a silent hum you excuse yourself, leaving your lover to continue on with his exercises in tranquil silence.

the pitter patter of your hurried steps on the wooden tiles recures sooner than anticipated, accompanied by an exited chortle leaving your mouth as your hastened strides lead you over to him once more.

only as you flop down on the floor does he detect the metallic clinking sound of what he considers to be your jewelery box.

despite questioning your decision to put on your accessories in the living space rather than the bathroom, rin resolves to leave his eyes shut, deeming your presence rather soothing than a nuisance, expecting you to let him finish up his training without any disruption.

rin comes to the revelation that you enjoy messing with him even more than he already knew as he feels a cool metal sensation graze his forehead before the cover of his bangs gets lifted off his face by what he supposes to be one of your hairpins.

he's proven correct as you scoop one of the side pieces up with another pin, clipping it shut after fixating the small section on the side of his head.

"what are you doing?"

"helping you keep your bangs in place so they won't annoy you"

"and you had to use your pochacco clips to do that?"

"they look cute on you! besides.. they work don't they?"

"you're unendurable"

"but you love me"

"yeah.. i guess i tolerate you a little more than anyone else"

©️ rinsque — do not plagiarise nor repost anything on any other platform.

note. this is a repost from my former blog @/iohims

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suashii · 8 months

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୨♡୧ A LITTLE RELIEF — rin seems a little worked up, so you offer him a helping hand.

pairing. itoshi rin x reader.

warnings. f!reader. established relationship. oral (m!receiving), needy + whiny rin, mentions of penetration + creampies. MDNI. all characters written 18+.

rin usually looks peaceful when he sleeps.

his face lacks any signs of distress; much different than when he’s on the field or in the presence of who he considers to be his irritating teammates. but now, there’s a crease between his brows and short, labored breaths push past the pink of his lips. dark green strands of hair stick to his forehead, wet with sweat.

the sight is almost concerning.

your hand rubs his bare shoulder before you give him a few shakes in an attempt to rouse him. his head shifts positions but his eyes don’t open. “rin, babe. wake up,” you speak, nudging him a bit harder.

your prodding finally wakes him, long, thick lashes fluttering with every rapid blink of rin’s. he breathes in deeply through his nose as he pulls himself up so his weight is resting on his elbows. a quiet “fuck,” accompanies the exhale through his mouth.

“nightmare?” you question. he replies with the shake of his head. you wonder what else could have gotten him so bothered and are given your answer when rin reaches down to adjust his shorts. your mouth forms an “o” at the realization and you sit up on your knees with your next words. “want some help with that?”

“i’m fine,” he insists, running a hand through the damp strands of hair.

“aw, come on,” you say with a teasing lilt to your voice as you move to straddle his legs, “you must’ve gotten pretty worked up. let me give you some relief.”

one of your hands rubs circles against his thigh while the other toys with the waistband of his shorts. you can feel his skin jump beneath your fingers at the contact and your proximity to his erection. he sucks in a breath at the graze of your nails against his abdomen. any reluctance he once had washes away with the reaction. “shit, pull it out.”

“my pleasure,” you purr. his cock is heavy in your hand as you release it from its confines. the head is flushed red, evidence of his arousal. beads of precum gather at the slit and you can’t help but blow a cool stream of air against it. his hips jerk up at that, unintentionally leading you to fist his length. a broken moan bubbles up from his throat, a noise you aren’t used to hearing that makes the corners of your lips tug up in satisfaction.

“please,” he chokes out. there’s desperation in his voice, a neediness you don’t usually have the luxury of hearing. while the sound is music to your ears, you can’t deny him any longer.

“can’t say no that you,” you admit, licking your lips before lowering your head and pressing them against his tip. you offer him a few more soft kisses, the last one open-mouthed and transitioning to sucking.

rin’s relieved sigh drifts through the air as you work your way down his cock, jaw relaxing to accommodate the length. you can feel each twitch, every throb, the further you take him. his hips chase you as you drag up his cock, a wet pop echoing throughout the room.

he almost asks why you’ve stopped when the wet, warm sensation of your tongue swirls around his sensitive head. it draws a breathless whimper from rin; a noise he didn’t know he was capable of making. he’s sure he sounds pathetic but your mouth feels so good that he can’t find it in him to care.

“more,” he pleads, voice just above a whisper. his hand weightlessly rests atop your head, not nearly heavy enough to push you down, but just enough to relay the message that he doesn’t want you to stop.

you’d smile if you could but you settle for letting your lips stretch to take him deeper. your cheeks hollow with your hum of pleasure, the vibration of it pulling yet another noise of gratification from rin.

the erratic rise and fall of his chest coupled with the soft pants rin breathes into the air is enough to tell you he’s close. you relax your jaw to take the rest of him—until your nose is pressed against his pelvis and you can feel him in the back of your throat. it makes your eyes water, tears gathering on your lashes, but it’s worth it to see rin’s head thrown back, to hear his wavering moan of contentment.

your head bobs on the length of his cock, nose kissing his pubes each time you come down and spit dripping down your chin with every up and down. he throbs against your tongue, twitches in the tightness of your throat as his orgasm creeps up. a grunt accompanied by the warmth of his cum flooding your mouth leads you to pull back, every drop of his release sliding down your tongue.

his hips stutter with his climax, unconsciously chasing your mouth. uneven breaths push past his lips rin’s lips as he comes down from his high. he can’t help but think it would be all the more satiating if his cock was buried in your cunt, if his cum was painting your walls instead of your mouth, if he could hear your whines and cries of pleasure with his own.

you give his cock a parting kiss before propping yourself up on your elbows and gazing up at rin from beneath your eyelashes. “mm, better?”

“i will be,” he starts, thumb swiping across your chin to collect the mess of spit and cum and holding it in front of you to clean up. “after you let me fuck you.”

you waste no time popping the finger in your mouth, tongue swirling around it before you give it one final lick. a smile makes its way onto your lips with your reply. “i’m all yours, baby.”

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etoiile · 5 months

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MYSTERY MAN

starring itoshi rin!

synopsis: you decide to go watch rin's football practice for the first time, much to his delight. his teammates struggle to figure out who you are and what you've done to their usually very grumpy rin.

requested by @checkoutmyflow! i hope i did your rq justice ^^

notes: first time completing a request! sorry for the wait >.< ALSO this is gn!reader :)

admittedly, you weren't much of a football fan, even though your boyfriend was a professional college player. you didn't really understand the sport, as you hadn't played it since second grade gym class, but for some reason, you had decided that today, on this sunny tuesday afternoon, you were going to drop by rin's practice alongside a football-for-dummies book to watch and hopefully learn a little about the sport he was so enamored with.

it would appear that they were in the middle of a practice match, as his teammates and him were wearing different colored pennies, and there was someone keeping score on a whiteboard.

you sat down on the bleachers quietly, not wanting to distract anyone from the game. your eyes scanned the field quickly, almost instantly finding rin's unique dark green hair. you tried your best to keep up with what was happening, quickly flipping through your book whenever someone did something cool to try and find it, but it proved to be quite difficult, and you found yourself very confused at the sport's intricacies.

despite your lack of understanding, the one thing you could observe and comprehend was how alive rin looked whilst playing. he was sweating, shit-talking, and scrambling around the field non-stop, clearly very tired, but his eyes had a certain glimmer to them that you didn't get to see often, and he moved around the field with immaculate grace and precision. you watched as he skillfully maneuvered around the field and how he seemed to be able to calculate exactly where his opponent would go. you didn't have to understand the sport to know that this field was a place where itoshi rin shined like no other.

rin took hold of the ball and began dashing across the field with it, his shiny hair blowing behind him. his eyes began darting around the field, his brain taking in and calculating every factor necessary to victory.

his brain certainly didn't expect to see you, his lovely s/o who knows nothing about football, sitting on the bleachers.

your eyes made contact for a brief moment before rin tripped over his own feet and flew forward, making literally everybody on the field stop what they were doing.

a brief moment of silence washed over the field before laughter soon took its place, his teammates jogging over to him asking if he was ok, and what the hell just happened as they howled in mirth.

he grumbled some excuse with red cheeks as he looked away, clearly very mortified. his coach decided to call a break, seeing as everyone had already stopped playing, and he grabbed his water before practically sprinting over to you.

"y/n," he breathed as he came to a stop in front of you, puffing a little from fatigue. "you're here."

you giggled. "hi, rin. i thought i should come watch one of your practices. i want to get to know all the aspects of your life, after all."

he leaned in closer to you to brush his hand against yours as you two chatted a bit. anyone could see the way his eyes softened as you spoke and how his shoulders relaxed at your every move. anyone even being his pretty-damn-stupid team.

in the distance, bachira, isagi, chigiri, nagi, and reo murmured amongst themselves, wondering about who you were - the mystery person mr. im-better-than-you-and-grumpy-all-the-time rin looked so happy to see.

"his sibling, maybe?"

"nah, i'm pretty sure sae is his only sibling."

"oh! what about his parent, then?"

"dude, do you have eyes? way too hot to be a parent."

"his lover, maybe?"

there were a solid 5 seconds of silence before they burst out into laughter once more.

"get out. itoshi rin, an s/o? no way in hell, dude."

"i doubt he could even keep anyone for more than a month. they'd get tired of his attitude real quick and leave just as fast."

"rin-chan probably isn't capable of loving anyone, after all."

despite their adamant denial of your relationship with rin, they could all notice rin's demeanor. he looked happier, more at ease, gentler, kinder, and overall, he looked like a normal person. who were you, and what had you done to their rin?

coach blew his whistle, and they watched as you gestured for him to get back with his team. they then watched with their jaws on the floor as he, itoshi rin, POUTED and SWEETLY PLANTED A KISS on your forehead before jogging off.

they all exchanged looks of pure shock as rin jogged back to them.

they all gave him a shocked look as he raised a brow.

"...what?"

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

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addrieana · 1 year

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Rin as your boyfriend

Just a drabble for my personal pleasure

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RinxReader

Clingy Rin😩✨ | Supremacy

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Rin would be the type of boyfriend that would not tell you how he feels but rather show it on his face, the cutest one for you though is when he goes pouty because you were not able to watch his match, a practice one at that.

(This is for me but) I think he would be the clingy type when it's only the two of you or You're at home. Like I can just imagine him as, "Rin, I have to go showerr", then he goes pouty like, "do that later after cuddles or do you not want to anymore", so you give in I MEAN who would not, after Rin shows you his super cute and rare pouty face.

If you go on a date with him, he would act aloof, but you know he's just acting so you let him. Although it doesn't last because he's bad at acting and everytime you smile or hold his hand, he would unconsciously smile too and you see it before he hides it. Oh! I also think that he would be the type to buy you everything you glance at for at least 5 seconds, like atfer 1 or 2 days, you would be surprised to suddenly have someone knocking on your door for delivery, and it's a LOT.

If you guys fight, he would SULK and he's gonna be the first one to give in. After you finish fighting and you've made up, he would never shut up about your fight for a whole week, telling you that you were too mean to him. Of course that's all in private because he would hear nonstop teasing if he showed that in public, especially bachira, telling him he's under.

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I was bored (A more accurate term is procrastinating though). Didn't know what to do so, hope you enjoy! pls request me anything I'm so boreddd.

#rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #rin imagines #bllk rin #rin fluff #bachira meguru #clingy rin🥺#bllk #drabble #bllk imagines #bllk scenarios #rin drabbles

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ode2rin · 19 days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are we… alright?” he drawled.

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

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

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

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

“Okay, Rin.”

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

“Are you mad at me?”

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

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

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

“I’m not mad at you, Rin.”

“You so are!”

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

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

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

“Not to you, it’s not!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not childish.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was now something more, something special.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#☁️ my ode to you #i have more drabbles like this i am fucking insane about him #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #itoshi rin fluff #itoshi rin x y/n #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi

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itoshiexx · 2 months

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running your fingers through their hair

you are now reading... LENA'S 1K MILESTONE EVENT FIC!

↳ itoshi rin, michael kaiser, reo mikage (separate) + cafuné (n.) - running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

notes: omg hi guys! i'm freaking ALIVE!!! i know i've been terribly inactive but life as a recently graduated lawyer has been INSANE and i barely have time to breathe, let alone write. regardless, i was able to finish this after some struggle, and i really hope you guys like it! cafuné is a brazilian word and it's something i love very much, so thank you anon, @kyukiss and @etoiile for the request and sorry it took so long ♥

event masterlist

Itoshi Rin

“you remind me of a dog, you know?”

rin’s eyes shoot open with your unexpected words, and you receive the harshest glare you’ve ever witnessed on his face when it came to you.

“excuse me?”

his tone is supposed to be threatening, but his voice is slightly laced with sleep, so it sounds a lot more like a whine. you snort a little bit, pausing your ministrations on his head, where your fingers run through his hair.

“not in a bad way, baby. i just mean you’re like a puppy when you want my attention,” you giggled a little, and if rin didn’t love the sound so much, he would have berated you.

“that’s absolutely not true.”

“it is, though. you came back from practice all tired and grumpy, and the first thing you did was put your head on my lap because you wanted me to run my fingers through your hair. you didn’t even showered, rin.”

“i did shower! on the locker rooms!”

you smile mischievously. “oh, i thought the dampness was from sweat. i was about to call you out for being stinky.”

rin’s grimace worsened, and a pout formed on his lips. you couldn’t resist the urge to squish his cute cheeks together. god, he was so adorable it tugged on your heartstrings. how was that even possible?

you lowered your head to give him a quick kiss, and although rin tried to deepen it, you pulled away fast, grinning once again. he knew what was coming even before you said it. “you’re also like a puppy when you trail after me around the house. a lost puppy.”

his groan reverberated through the whole apartment, and rin shoved your hands away from his face, scowling. “i fucking hate you.”

“no, you don’t.”

“i hate you. i’m serious.”

you giggled again. “so why didn’t you leave my lap then?”

his eyes met yours, and you kind of relished in the furrow of his brows. it made his pout even cuter. “…what.”

smugness radiated off of you, because you knew rin — your rin — like the back of your hand. and if there was an universal truth in the world, it would be that the younger itoshi was down bad for you. enough for him to stay despite your shenanigans that always got on his nerves.

“i said, if you hate me, then why didn’t you leave my lap?”

his mouth opened, but no retort came out. he gaped like a fish for a few seconds before groaning again, turning his body so that he could hide his face on your stomach. you laughed at his childish behavior, knowing it was one of the reasons you loved him so much. not many people were able to see this vulnerable side of him, and you were glad to be one of them.

“shut up.”

“yeah, yeah. you big baby.”

comfortable silence engulfed the both of you, and rin remained hidden on your stomach as you picked up the book you were previously reading, wanting to continue the story. though your left hand was suddenly tugged to lay on your boyfriend’s head.

“keep going,” he murmured, “…please?”

a gentle smile took over your features, and you were quick to run your fingers through his dark, silky strands. rin sighed softly, content with the affection you gave him — as if your angelic hands could take away every doubt swirling on his mind and wipe off the tiredness from his sore body.

“of course,” you said. and your mind completed silently: i’d keep going forever if it made you happy.

perhaps you were down bad, too.

Michael Kaiser

contrary to popular belief, michael kaiser was not a bad boyfriend.

despite his huge ego, his narcissistic tendencies and his extravagant yet somehow rude personality, he wasn’t the type of guy to treat his partner poorly. in fact, he was a very attentive boyfriend, always doing his best to make sure you were happy and healthy.

or maybe it was just you. who knows.

whatever his reasons were, you relished the fact he took such good care of you, even if he wasn’t physically present because of away games — because michael was very good at making people notice him. whether it was with a bouquet of your favorite flowers delivered to your job, a nice breakfast cooked before you woke or even a small note of love professions.

however, nothing really compared to having him there, with you, flesh and bone.

especially on those days you just felt so miserable you wanted to disappear.

“liebling? you okay?”

it was one of kaiser’s rare day offs, and all you wished for was to spend some much needed quality time with your boyfriend. though, this wasn’t possible due to your job, one you liked having despite michael saying he could support the both of you financially.

but the day at work just sucked. like, a lot. it was that kind of day where things go from bad to worse in a matter of minutes, and when you swear it can’t get shittier, it does.

you were exhausted and emotionally drained. the whole drive back to your shared apartment you were holding back tears, and the dam broke the second you heard kaiser asking you that.

“whoa!” the blonde exclaimed when your bodies collided on a tight hug. “what is it, engel? what happened? did someone hurt you?”

his worried tone just made you sob harder, and kaiser rubbed his hands on your back, trying to give you some comfort. he started to sway your bodies together while humming, doing everything to calm you down.

eventually, your sobs died down, and your boyfriend carefully brought you to the couch, making you lay on top of him; head on his chest. he started to gently scratch your scalp, running his long fingers through your hair.

“you feeling any better?” he asked in a low tone.

“yeah. thank you, mikka.”

the blond only hummed. “do you… want to talk about it?”

you had to stifle a giggle. god, he was so cute. even when he sucked at talking about feelings, he always made an effort for you.

you slowly shook your head. “jus’ had a really bad day. but it’s okay now.”

his eyes softened impossibly, and you nearly swooned at the sight. “yeah?”

michael kissed your forehead, and kept threading his fingers among your locks in a gentle caress. you smiled, because it was all you really needed to be comforted.

“yeah.”

Mikage Reo

reo’s body collapsed on top of yours, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs. you should have been used to it by now, really, since he’d always do that after you finished your smexy times, but sometimes it still caught you off guard.

“reo, you’re heavy,” you groaned, teasing him. “get off me!”

“give a guy a break, will you?” he whined. “i’m tired.”

your giggle reverberated through his body, and reo repositioned himself to lay his head on your chest, hugging your waist tightly as if to never let you go. he’d rather lose all his fortune before he let that happen.

“is mr. athlete getting out of shape? i didn’t know this light exercise could make you so…”

your boyfriend interrupted you with a groan. “babe!”

you raised your hands in mock surrender, giggling again, and reo thought maybe he didn’t really care about your teasing if it meant seeing you this happy. he loved you in all your versions, but carefree was his favorite one.

“sorry, baby. i’ll make it up to you, yeah?”

before he could make a suggestive joke, his breath hitched in his throat when your soft hands started caressing his hair, gentle fingers threading through his purple locks making him sigh. it was so unfair, he thought, how you managed to disarm him with just a small touch, reduce him to putty in your palms with a little gesture of affection. some of his friends said he was a fool in love, and reo couldn’t agree more.

your love made him silly, but he didn’t hate it. he could never hate anything about you. all mikage reo was able to feel was love, love, love, an emotion so strong it nearly overwhelmed all of his senses, making him forget about all his worries and responsibilities — heck, even the whole world. and he didn’t mind if the world burned as long as he could keep you safe and away from the flames.

“what are you thinking about?” the whisper of your voice echoed the walls of your shared bedroom.

“what makes you think i’m thinking about something?”

though reo couldn’t see you, he knew you rolled your eyes.

“it’s usually how the human mind works, honey,” you answered, your wit making him stifle a laugh. “besides, you’re always so chatty, talking my ear off—”

“hey!”

“—so it always concerns me when you get quiet.”

the heir sighed, letting the silence linger a little longer to recollect his thoughts. reo usually didn’t have a hard time expressing himself with words, but sometimes his heart swelled so much it made it hard to think. so, pretty much every time he was with you.

“it’s just… i’m thinking about how i never really believed in past lives and reincarnation. i never really believed in soulmates, either,” he said, and you paid attention to every word. mesmerized by the wonder in his voice and even more by the sparkle in his purple eyes when he averted his gaze to yours.

“but when i think about you, love… when i see you in my arms or when i rest in yours, i’m sure you are my soulmate, and that we were together in every lifetime. it’s always been you. it will always be.”

your chest swelled with love for the man laying in your embrace, and you tried to hold back the tears from falling. god, he was everything. you didn’t even know what you did to deserve a lover like mikage reo, but you were far from complaining.

you gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead, trying to convey even a fraction of the love and adoration you held for him, and looked back to caress his face. then, smiling with the world in your eyes, you answered:

“it’s always been you, too.”

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midnight-pluto · 2 months

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damian wayne doesn’t necessarily wear jewelry that often — only a few necklaces and rings could be seen on him, of the highest quality as well; him wearing a friendship bracelet is quite a surprise.

they were made by you of course, since you’re quite literally the only person he associates himself with at school willingly. you’ve known each other for quite some time now, so why not get matching bracelets to symbolize that?

“That’s a stupid idea.”

“You’re a stupid idea,” you retort.

he merely rolls his eyes, “I don’t need a silly bracelet to show that I’m friends with you, we don’t need something like that for people’s approval.”

“It’s not for other people,” you explain, “It’s for my own entertainment and for you — a gift.”

“Fine, you can make us one.”

in all honesty, he was expecting something simple for the bracelets. something just like each others names on them, not—

“Pissbaby?” his eye twitches.

“Don’t worry, mine says ‘Bitch,’” you reply nonchalantly.

“This has to be against dress-code.”

“We have long sleeves for a reason.”

he sighs, “My siblings are gonna drag me through the mud for this.” despite his words spitting venom, he still lets the elastic wrap around his wrist fitting comfortably and snugly.

“Hah, Pissbaby.”

“Bitch.”

“Your dad’s a whore.”

#rin’s drabbles 🥂#bsf!damian #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #damian al ghul x reader #damian wayne x reader #batfam x y/n #batfam x you #batfamily x reader #batfam x reader

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mangogobibiboo · 3 months

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I love the winter drabble drive idea. how about "god, here- just hold my hand." with itoshi rin?

Movie Night w/ Rin

Itoshi Rin x Reader // Warnings: Mentions of slasher movies and bodily harm // Word Count: 600+

"god, here- just hold my hand."

This had been your idea. But damn, you were regretting it so much. Your face was hidden under the blanket as the ominous music picked up momentum.

Rin finally had some time off: no games, practice, or interviews. You ran to him just as he finished his last set and whipped out a movie. In most cases, he would have most likely put it off, but you had hand-selected something he simply couldn't refuse. A horror movie. And one in particular that he had been dying to see.

That is how you ended up here. While Rin loves horror movies, you would watch anything else. This was your absolute last resort to get some time with your boyfriend. He had been stubbornly training even on his time off. Obviously, as an athlete, he had a certain standard to uphold, but sometimes it felt like he worked so hard out of the anxiety that he wouldn't be the best unless he pushed himself constantly.

"If you can't even look at the screen, why did you even pick this movie, dumbass" The word may have been slightly vicious to the untrained ear, but after all these years, you know better. This was his way of saying, 'You don't have to watch it just for me.'.

Would it kill him just to say what he was thinking? It was very lukewarm of him.

"No, no, it's okay! Plus this is the only way I can get away from that weight room" You slowly lower the blanket from your face. Not like that was any better, your eyes were still squeezed shut, and your face turned away from the TV towards RIn.

"You can't even see what's happening; your eyes were shut for half the movie! I'm turning it off." You feel him move for the remote.

"No! I don't have to see it; I can hear it!" You open your eyes just a tab to see EIn lean back onto the sofa, facing you. A smirk on his beautiful face.

"Okay then, tell me what's happening." he chuckled, poising the challenge.

You cring and pull the blanket up again at un mistake noises of knife on flesh. Of course, it could be something else, but the scream that followed meant it probably wasn't. "Well…They got in the car and drove to the forest to look for their friend. The girl got stabbed, and then the guy got stabbed, and then another guy got stabbed, who must have been random because there were only two people in the car…and now that last girl is looking for the killer, but judging by the scream she just got stabbed too!".

"Well, they all weren't exactly stabbed; the first girl got he head ripped off-"

"AH- la la la" you cover your ears. "I'm not listening!" Rin laughs. You finally open your eyes to witness it. You were happy he could let loose even if he was laughing at you.

But your bliss was cut short by another scream erupting from the TV, causing you to cringe back into your blanket.

"God, here- just hold my hand. But you have to at least look at the screen a little. No more blanket." He was still laughing as he laced his fingers through your own. You begrudgingly pull the blanket down.

It was the least you could do. He was laughing, and he was initiating some skinship without getting nervous. It was perfect, even if that meant you couldn't sleep tonight. Now that you think about it, it would be bad, either. Now you could make your boyfriend cuddle you all night long.

A/N: Rin deserves the biggest hug and the best cuddles in the world. I just want him to know that he is good enough! Honestly, I really can't wait to see how this last game pans out the manga. OMG, and the stuff with Kunigami, too!

#blue lock #blue lock headcanons #blue lock drabbles #bluelock x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin #rin itoshi #rin headcanons #rin drabbles #rin fluff #bluelock #bluelock headcanons #bluelock drabbles

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rinzsu · 5 months

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FLOWERS, MY LOVE .ᐟ

cw: itoshi rin, fluff, gender neutral, established relationship, wc 300+, this is by far my fav piece of mine your boyfriend has other methods to express his love for you

„rin.. what are you doing?“

silence, followed by the slight crunching sounds the paper made as he folded it. that’s right.

itoshi rin, sat on the floor of your living room, surrounded by loads upon loads of pastel pink paper, folding it into dozens of little flowers.

you took a step closer, picking up a blossom that was laying astray before examining it closely. it must’ve been one of his first tries.

it’s petals were uneven, with one or two of them bent downwards. overall it looked like it was on the brink of falling apart, disfigured by the way he must’ve haphazardly thrown it on the wooden floor in his frustration of messing it up.

you smiled. he must’ve spend hours on making these, you noted while looking at the bunch to his left, little pastel flowers piling upon another.

you took another step towards him, stopping beside him to examine the flower he was currently crafting.

it looked downright perfect, petals forming a little crown around a little silver gem in the middle of the blossom matching perfectly with the soft pastel pink of the paper.

“are these for me?”

your question seemed to have startled him, the little jump he made upon noticing your presence beside him gave him away.

he turned to look at you, cherry red tinting his cheeks as his eyes washed over with confusion and guilt.

“you’re home early. you weren’t supposed to see them before they’re done.”

you giggled at him. he looked at you embarrassed before turning back to his task at hand. stubborn as ever.

you watched as he turned the flower in his hand, it’s downside facing upwards as he took ahold of the liquid glue, filling it into the small hole on the bottom before carefully closing it with a soft green pipe cleaner.

he gently collected the other flowers beside him, adding the his newest creation into the bunch before tying it tightly with a cream colored ribbon.

your boyfriend took one last look at his masterpiece, handing it to you together with a small note after giving an approving nod and a satisfied hum.

you gratefully accepted the bouquet, hugging it close to your chest while reading the little note.

with love, your rin

you smiled. these last few days rin has been feeling guilty every time you said i love you.

you understood tho, knowing full well that some people have difficulties expressing their feelings verbally, especially this early into your relationship.

you turned to look at him again, anticipation and nervousness swimming in those teal orbs of his.

“thank you rinnie.”

i understand. i love you too.

note. this is a repost from my old blog. while i tried not to repost too many of my old works,, i just can’t live without this one for it is one of my favorite pieces

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suashii · 7 months

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꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝐼𝒩𝒮𝒜𝒯𝐼𝒜𝐵𝐿𝐸

info ⭑ itoshi rin x f!reader ﾉ 1.3k wc ﾉ nsfw [all characters written 18+] ﾉ vampire!rin ﾉ blood ﾉ oral (f!receiving) ﾉ praise ﾉ petnames (darling)

you wonder if you’ll ever get used to the feeling of fangs sinking into your flesh, if you’ll ever be able to stop the sharp inhale of air as the skin breaks and blood trickles from the fresh wound. it’s a strange sensation but the wet warmth of rin’s tongue is familiar. he chases the oozing red liquid, sucking at your ankle as though your blood is his water—and you suppose it is, given his circumstances.

despite the unusual feeling of having lips latched onto you, having a mouth drink away at you, the bliss that accompanies the act is undeniably liberating. it makes you feel light as though you're floating and fogs your head with a sort of pleasure that keeps you from thinking about anything other than the softness of rin’s lips against your leg. it’s easy for you to lose track of time and you don’t notice he’s had his fill until his tongue flicks over the two marks he left behind before pulling away.

there’s a short routine that rin follows once he’s finished, one that you can bring yourself to watch, unlike the prior process. he takes a moment for his fangs to retract and his eyes to return to their ordinary color. the red hue that overtakes his irises as he feeds fades away is traded in for the aquamarine color that you’re accustomed to. when the traces of his vampire form go dormant, rin always covers the marks with a bandage, the anklet you wear with a charm of his initial jingling as he gently sets your leg down on the bed.

the mattress dips with his weight as he comes to hover above you, soft lips finding their way to your neck. he kisses at your pulse and up to the curve of your jaw, the clean, fresh scent of him combined with the coppery one lingering on his lips wafting up to your nostrils. the aroma is grounding and it brings you back to earth from that fuzzy faraway place in your head.

your hands raise from your sides and up to rin’s head, fingers tangling in his hair as he continues to kiss away at you. your voice comes out breathy with your question. “was i good?”

“you always are,” he mumbles against your skin, his breath tickling you. that and the praise make your lips curl up into a soft smile. rin lifts his head from the crook of your neck, greedy gaze meeting your eyes. “i’m hungry for more of you, though.”

you’re almost sure by “you” he means your blood until you feel his hands caressing your tummy and wandering down to trace over the lace of your panties. his roaming touch and the intensity behind his teal stare tell you what he’s truly eager for. “can i?”

you nod without a second thought, spreading your legs wider to allow the man access. his fingers knead the plush of your thighs as he kisses his way down your body, stopping just before reaching your sex. his lips hover over the trim of your panties, teasing breaths feeding your restlessness. he must sense your impatience or be experiencing some of his own because just a moment later lithe fingers drag the fabric down your legs and toss the garment aside.

you’re well-acquainted with the look in rin’s eyes, the sharp one that appears when he’s spotted his meal—the one he wears before he sinks his teeth into you and before he buries his head between your thighs. it makes your heart jump in your chest but you know the feeling that comes after is nothing short of promising.

the first wave of pleasure washes over you in the form of a short flick of rin’s tongue against your clit. the unexpectedness of the motion makes you jolt a bit but puts a lazy smile on your lips, nevertheless. the smile slips a few seconds later—when his tongue finds its rhythm and continuously strokes the sensitive bud—and is traded in for parted lips, labored breaths pushing past them.

rin thinks that if he could live off this, the taste of you, the sound of you, he would. you’re music to his ears and honey on his tongue and you just may be the closest to heaven he’ll ever get.

his tongue glides along your folds, the point of it teasing your entrance with each stripe he licks and it makes you whimper. the whiny noise serves as fuel to the fire that is rin's desire. it feeds his already insatiable hunger. his fingers find your thighs, nails digging into the skin as his mouth works at your cunt—lips sucking your clit and tongue sloppily making a mess of you.

the sensation sets your nerves on fire, makes your thighs squeeze around his head. there’s an apology on the tip of your tongue for trapping him there but it never makes it into the air. a pleased groan rumbles from rin’s chest and the vibrations of it draw a grasp from yours.

there are a thousand thoughts bouncing around in your skull—ones about how good he makes you feel, how you need more—but the one word you can muster up in the moment is a shaky, “rin.”

“you taste so good, darling,” he hums against you, his blue-green gaze peering up at you from between your legs. his stare feels as though it’s penetrating your soul, reading into your deepest desires—not that it would take much more than simply looking at you to know what you want most at this moment.

him.

and rin is more than happy to oblige. for you, of course, but because he wants just as much, too. another short hum sounds before he dives back into your pussy, the tip of his nose bumping against your clit and your essence smeared messily along his chin.

the short break might as well have been an eternity to him because he laps at you with fervor, as though he’s been starved—denied the taste of you. his hunger has plagued you with one of your own—one that’s building in your belly, one that only rin can satisfy.

“more,” you babble, a hand weaving its way through silky strands of dark hair, “‘m so close.”

rin pulls away for only a moment to nip at your thigh and give you a short answer. “as you wish, darling.”

one finger delves between your folds, sinking into you, and then another. he curls them into your sweet spot instinctively, muscles acting on their own as if the movement comes as second nature to him. like he knows your body better than you.

you’re warm and wet around his fingers as they stretch you out. your walls flutter around him, the quivering picking up when his lips latch onto your clit again, sucking at the sensitive bud as his digits work at the spot that’s sure to make you come undone.

the lewd squelching, your call of his name like a prayer—they’re a song, and rin’s favorite part is approaching. it’s the part where your desperation for relief makes itself known through the moans bordering sobs floating about the air.

“that’s it, darling,” his voice buzzes against your clit, makes your back arch and builds the slow burn between your legs. his fingers continue to pump in and out of you, his tongue flicking your pearl once more before he breathes out a string of three words—a command. “come for me.”

as though his word is law, like he’s compelled you to oblige, you do. rin watches your eyebrows knit together and your lips part, a sense of complete bliss taking over your features. your thighs tighten around his head as you ride out your orgasm, his fingers languidly bringing you down from your high.

you look past the tears sticking to your eyelashes and down to rin. your chest rises and falls as you find the air to ask him a question. “satiated?”

he licks his lips, reaching for his belt. “almost.”

hey there, sua here! thank you for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! much love from me to you ❤︎

tagging my precious flora since she asked so nicely @pussydrunkfyodor :3

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nariism · 5 months

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another sunny day — i. rin

handcuffed together + matchmaking gone wrong

synopsis. rin doesn't get how his "friends" can come up with such insane ideas. like, seriously. or: blue lock tries to play matchmaker with a flustered loser and their terribly unfriendly teammate.

wc. ~1.1k

— for @jenoutof10 🤞 | event masterlist ✉️

"don't be mad, but..."

rin's eye twitches.

4 words. 4 measly words is all it takes for his blood pressure to start rising. that, and the fact that isagi can't meet his bloodthirsty gaze.

in all the time that he's had the displeasure of knowing these morons, he's come to know one simple fact: nothing good ever happens when they break news starting with 'don't be mad'.

before his teammates can even get a chance to explain further, rin interjects.

"you lost it, didn't you? you fucking lost it."

bachira's lips just press into a thin line, mischief missing from his expression where it usually permanently dances. now, he just looks utterly terrified and a little guilty.

"hey, but there are worse people to be cuffed to!" bachira nervously states. and at that, all eyes land on you.

you'd been hoping that maybe rin's temperment would have drawn all attention away from you right now—that they at least wouldn't have to witness the absolute despair in your face realizing you've been cuffed to your long-term crush for an indefinite amount of time.

but their eyes are heavy on you, trying to scrutinize your reaction. you want nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

the chains connecting you jingle impossibly loud as silence fills the room. you flounder slightly, caught off guard by the collective weight of everyone's eyes, and rin seems to understand how dire your situation is. he quickly gathers everyone's attention back to himself.

"you all better crawl on your hands and knees until you find that fucking key."

to think that an entire group of people could have gone through with something so stupid—rin doesn't get how his "friends" can come up with such insane ideas. like, seriously. handcuffing the two of you together as a last ditch attempt to solve the last puzzle of their escape room? he would probably be laughing at their idiocy if he wasn't the one locked to your side right now.

and why him, of all people? was it so obvious that he was maybe, kind of, sort of a little into you? no, impossible. he's incredibly good at hiding his feelings for you, so much that he's completely stone-faced while you're busy panicking beside him.

what should have been an innocent team-building exercise put together by their calm and collected manager has suddenly turned you into a blithering fool and him into a cranky asshole.

he'd always had suspicions that you'd liked him, never able to look him straight in the eye without fidgeting and messaging him out of the blue for seemingly insignificant reasons. ("did you try the new garigari-kun flavour?" or "i saw this cat that reminded me of you," and even "did you eat dinner yet?")

if you had told his teammates, you made a grave error. a fatal mistake. because they were all half-wits who would want nothing more than to try playing cupid, and he knows that only they could come up with a plan so stupid and still claim it to be foolproof.

frantically searching for the key, they get to work scouring the floor and drawers—anywhere they could have left it in the last twenty minutes. he takes the opportunity to focus on his breathing, as his therapist had advised him to do when he was feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

"you okay?" rin asks quietly, lathering a hand down his face in exasperation. you hum nervously, clutching yourself instinctively. it draws his hand closer to your body but he doesn't mention it, instead letting it dangle limply in front of you. the warmth emanating from you makes him realize just how frazzled you are.

he decides he should guide you to the next room where it's quieter, all the puzzles already solved and abandoned. he sits you down on the sofa, standing in front of you with your hands connected in the middle.

"what if we're locked together forever?" you murmur.

rin looks at you in confusion, perplexed by your sudden loss of functioning brain cells. you were always so rational, it's strange to see you so...

you meet his intense stare and the rest of his train of thought derails into a disastrous dumpster fire.

"i... don't think that'll happen."

"but what if we are?"

"there are worse people i could be locked to."

silence suffocates you. rin blinks at you, but doesn't back down as you fumble over your own tongue.

"you think so?" you finally manage out.

god almighty, you need to break this eye contact before he shrivels up and dies. okay, so maybe his feelings for you aren't entirely miniscule, but that doesn't mean he's going to get any enjoyment out of this.

he scoffs, gesturing to the next room. "at least it's you and not them."

you sputter in embarrassment, hand yanking toward your face as you try and cover your cheeks with your palms. his hand follows, nearly smacking you in the nose but you don't seem to care or even notice.

he slowly seats himself beside you, dragging your conjoined hands back between your bodies and settling on the couch.

"i hate this," you admit. "it feels claustrophobic."

rin knows exactly what you mean. your hand is inches away from being in his—he can hardly breathe. he would rather eat natto every day for the rest of his life than come to terms with that, though, so instead he just sneers at you funny.

"you have claustrophobia?"

"i just mean that we're so close right now."

"so?"

you gulp loudly. "and—" you sigh, breaths shaking. "well, you're sort of right. i guess it could be worse."

"...you're weird," he tells you.

your lips quirk up into a tiny smile, so small that he would have missed it if he weren't chained to your side right now. for a moment, he almost forgets all about why he's even in this situation in the first place.

"sorry," you stammer, fingers fumbling around with the hem of your sweater. "i hope they find that key soon."

he stares at you for a few more seconds, tries to trace the outline of your face with his eyes and memorize the curve of your smile.

"yeah," he lies. "me too."

("is it working?"

"i don't know, i can't hear them!"

"shh," chigiri hisses. "i'm trying to listen!"

rin puts his head into his hands at their volume, bringing your hand along with his motion. he glares in their direction, catching a glimpse of his team stacked on top of each other as they peer into the room.

"idiots..." he mutters. you look at him, puzzled. "i'm surrounded by idiots.")

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starreo · 5 months

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multi-character drabble.

includes the words slut, pup, and adult themes so, mdni.

he's so confusing...sometimes he's acting completely oblivious to your flirts, the others, he's breeding his cum into you because you called out his name like a slut.

sometimes he's acting like he doesn't care about your tantrums, the others, he's got his cock buried deep inside you, pressing on the bulge from your tummy, "l-look how deep i am, p-pup...'m in your f-fucking womb, y/n..."

sometimes he's pushing you onto your knees and shoving his big cock inside your tiny mouth, because "that's what a slut like you deserves", the others, he's gripping your thighs, his tongue swiping your sticky cum across your folds as he thanks you for it.

god, he's just sooo confusing.

michael kaiser, nagi, eren jaeger, kunigami, isagi yoichi, karasu tabito, itoshi rin & sae, atsumu, suna rintarou.

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earthtooz · 1 year

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x : MORE :*+ﾟ

in which: rin's not happy with your decision to sleep on the couch.

warnings: cliché lol, 1.1k, hurt/comfort, gn!reader, unedited + ooc!rin towards the end, a lot of metaphors but hey one cliché leads to another.

a/n: this is practice for me to a) get back into writing and b) remind u guys that i am still writing luls, enjoy!! reblogs r vv appreciated, but this quality is actually so ass.

“are you sure you want to sleep out here tonight?” rin’s voice asks from the hallway entrance, slight concern laced in his tone as he watches your backside set up on the couch, fidgeting with the pillows and blankets.

“yeah, i’m positive,” you answer, not turning around to look at him; something rin frowns at.

“oh…” he mutters, leaning awkwardly on the wall as he scours his brain to try and find something to say. “really?”

“yes, really.”

“won’t you be uncomfortable?”

“i’ll be fine. it’s not that bad here.”

“if you’re sure.”

silence cuts the conversation with a cold knife, leaving the two of you in the suffocating quiet, one that stops rin from instigating further conversation despite how badly he wanted to continue. because if he shuts up then that means he has to leave, but he doesn’t want to leave you alone. he wants you to come to bed so the two of you can sleep peacefully together and not (what feels like) eons apart where he can’t hold you.

“are you going to go to bed? it’s getting late,” you ask, no hint of hostility at all in your tone as you shuffle under the covers, disappearing from rin’s view completely.

he bites the inside of his cheek, disheartened at your eagerness to see him go. “oh, right. goodnight.”

he lingers for a second longer, waiting for a ‘goodnight’ back, or even better, an ‘i love you’, but neither comes and rin feels his chest contract.

rin didn’t mean for the argument to escalate, he didn’t mean to sharpen his words and pierce you with them, he didn’t mean to hurt you to the point that you didn’t want to sleep beside him.

as he slowly makes his way to your shared bedroom, your absence on your side of the bed hits him even harder. it’s cold. it’s empty. it’s void. rin loathes it.

you’re not faring much better, replaying the argument in your head over and over again as the small, coffee table lamp illuminates the room with a warm yellow. each replay of the memory just twists the knife further and causes a new batch of tears to wet your eyes.

you hate this. you hate feeling weary around rin, you hate feeling like you need to walk on egg shells around him from now on, you hate feeling like he doesn’t value you the same way you do with him, you hate these new revelations coming to your brain as you reflect on your relationship-

“you’re still awake?” a voice comes from the hallway.

leaning up onto your elbows, you blink in shock at the new figure making itself known. thanks to the lamp, you can see rin from where he stands, and you can see the confusion in his eyes.

“uh… yeah,” you say.

“why are you still up?”

“i was thinking. why are you still up?”

“i…” rin hesitates for a second, “i wanted to check up on you.”

your heart flutters at his shy confession. “i’m fine, thank you.”

“you sure?”

“yeah.”

“why, are you not fine?”

no, he’s not. he wants you to come back to bed, he wants you to reassure him that the two of you will still be okay, he wants you.

“no,” lies rin. “i’m okay.”

the soccer player regrets his words instantly.

“that’s good. i’m gonna sleep now and you should too, you have a big day tomorrow.”

but rin can’t sleep. not without you beside him because otherwise, the bed is too vacant and too chilly and reminds him of the life he used to live too much.

and he’s scared that he’ll have to go back to living like that if you’re not there beside him, petrified that you’ll leave in the middle of the night because you’ve realised that he doesn’t deserve someone as good as you.

instead of confessing that, the dark-haired merely sighs, the words lodging themselves in his throat. “okay. i’m off.”

you reach over to turn off the lamp, engulfing the room in darkness with a single click. “goodnight, rin.”

“i love you,” rin confesses, but it’s too quiet and too breathy for you to hear, so there’s no response. he hopes you know.

so, he retreats back into the barren wasteland that is your shared bedroom. he misses you. he reaches over to your side in hopes of being to feel some remnants of comfort.

30 minutes later, rin wakes again after weaving in and out of consciousness and he’s sick of it. it’s 1:10am and he only has five hours until he needs to get up. decisively, he throws the cover off of him and makes his way to the living room, intent on this trip being his last one.

it’s dark in the living room and rin can’t find it in him to turn on a light and disturb your slumber, so after adjusting to the dark and mindlessly patting around, he eventually threads his arms underneath you. he lifts you up so effortlessly, driven by determination and love as he walks to familiar path back to your shared bedroom.

he settles you down gently and the last thing rin remembers before drifting off is the warming feeling of content as he pulls you into his arms.

the following morning, you rouse to the sound of a blaring alarm; the one rin always uses because otherwise gentle alarms won’t coax him successfully. your lover shuffles beside you, shutting the clock off with a groan before wrapping an arm around you again, pulling you into his warmth.

wait.

you raise yourself up onto your elbows, dazed and confused. weren’t you meant to be on the couch?

“don’t go,” rin murmurs, snaking his arm up to wrap your shoulders instead, gently guiding you down to the mattress, “sleep.”

“how did i get here?” you ask and rin stiffens before pulling you in to his chest. “rin, i’m being serious.”

“you were always here.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i’m not lying, so let’s sleep.”

you’re sick of his shit. “itoshi rin, i swear to-”

“i carried you back here, now shut up. i only have 10 minutes before i have to get up and get ready.”

“i think i’ll go back to the couch, actually,” you say jokingly.

“not funny.”

“i think it’s plenty funny.”

he frowns, wrapping himself around you even tighter. you don’t hug him back, but you’re here and that’s all that matters to rin. you didn’t leave like he thought you would.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, “for last night. i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“it’s okay, rin, we can talk about it later.”

“we’re okay right?”

“of course.”

“you… you won’t leave. right?”

“i would never. why would you think i would?”

“just being stupid, i guess.”

“better you than me.”

he huffs, letting the conversation die to silence.

you speak up again, “i love you.”

rin feels a weight lift off his shoulders. he can breathe again.

“i love you more.”

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