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hi...
sukuna enemies to lovers
nanami dilf fic
gojo slowburn
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toji something slowburn
any ideas n stuff in the comments is much appreciated too
hi...
sukuna enemies to lovers
nanami dilf fic
gojo slowburn
megumi rivals to lovers
toji something slowburn
any ideas n stuff in the comments is much appreciated too
☆°. — blue | hhj
pairing: hyunjin x chubby!reader
genre: smut
wc: >1k
who is she she's writing 🗣🗣 did this in like 20 minutes, not proofread not anything, just rlly wanted to get out of my writing dread !!!
Staggered breath, tired legs. You grip his shoulder with your nails, evoke the mewl you waited for, voice bitter and dark. His eyes don't leave your body for a second, hands joining because he'd curse himself for eternity if he didn't touch you, right here, right now. Looking perfect to him, looking like everything, heavenly.
"Babe... I can't anymore."
Your words breathy and quiet, whispered into his ear; but Hyunjin only grins at you. Sultry, not to tease, but because you sound oh, so desperate, so very in need of him. And he loves it. Loves how your spent body goes imp against his own, sweaty and connected, hot but together. He loves how he needs to remind you to lean back, to let him see you, how he tells you to look at him, how you whine after; because you can never look at him without. Without a reaction, without a palpatating heart. He is your weakness, always, forever.
And you are his. Because when you lean back again, weight on your legs because you feel his hands giving your shoulders a soft push, when you sit back up and start moving your hips against his, grinding him further into his chair, paint brushes and paper behind him long forgotten, he bites his lip, and he blushes. He looks at the ripple of your breasts, your swollen buds he can't help but play with, pinching between his thumb and index, softly, then harsher to have you suck in a breath. He looks at the waves your stomach breaks, fluid and in motion, again and again when you tide against him, hips against hips, and he needs to hold them, needs to or else he'll lose ground, lose his sanity. He needs to bury his fingers into the depth of your flesh, further and further, feeling all the way to your muscles, your bones, kneading you, holding you, close and always closer.
And it isn't enough still. He picks you up, muscles flexed but smoothly, places you on the mattress after two steps. It surprises you, you moan into his mouth when he kisses you, length still deep within you, still tickling the very spot that craves his attention. That needs it, more and more, all of it, all of him. That flutters now when he thrusts into you, that makes your jaw go slack in pleasure and your eyes roll back in extasy. That he hits over and over again, grazing it with a depth and preciseness which leaves you breathless, panting, speaking nonsense. Sounds of something like 'I love you' and 'Please don't stop'; and he hears them clearly, understands them despite your lack of consciousness, and he obeys. He goes deeper, heavier, pushes you further into the mattress. His hand on the vastness of your body, pulling you closer towards him by your back, the other exploring, grazing thighs, mounts of flesh, steeps and hills of chest and neck, where he rests his hand. Where he doesn't squeeze, but watches you rake your head to make room for his fingers. Where he looks at you, hair a mess, body always moving against his, closer and closer and always closer, and he creeps his hand up your face, palming your cheek, grazing your lip with your tongue, caressing you all over. Your tongue darts out, licks the sweaty pad; he can't get enough of you. He can't understand you. Your beauty, your ability to make him so very weak, so very obedient.
And your eyes when you look at him. Deep, endlessly dark, in the dimness of the room. And your hand closes around his arm, your other holding him close by his shoulder; and he's falling over the cliff. Falling and falling into waters deeper than he thinks he can survive, but you're falling with him, he can feel it, wetter and wetter and louder, your teeth grazing his skin, the nape of his neck, and you whisper his name. Quietly, not to make him hear, not necessarily, but because you're pleading, begging, for him, for closeness, for salvation. He shudders, body tensing and rippling thoroughly, he sees it in your eyes, when you open them again to look at him. And you hold each other for a while longer, sweaty bodies dampening the mattress, sexes wet and messing up the duvets, but hearts connected, for eternity, forever.
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okay okay the people have spoken but since I'm an extra bitch we're doing slowburn.. but which one?
which trope for Rin fic?
enemies to lovers
manager!reader slowburn
best friend's brother
brother's best friend
okay okay the people have spoken but since I'm an extra bitch we're doing slowburn.. but which one?
which trope for Rin fic?
enemies to lovers
manager!reader slowburn
best friend's brother
brother's best friend
five comments and I write the filthiest rin smut known to man
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I might be cooking smth up.....
I need to know if this is something that the people want......
im cooking up smth yall plis remember me
˚୨୧⋆｡🍓˚ in which: itoshi sae feels inferior to itoshi rin; even if for just a moment
includes: itoshi sae! x fem reader. 1.7k wc. fluff and humour (i promise the title is just dramatic). silly itoshi brothers but we love them. kind of ooc rin. includes some swearing but it's meant to be lighthearted <3
itoshi rin being sick was somehow more of an inconvenience to sae than it was to rin himself. his brother falling ill during his stay at sae’s place was already a disgusting coincidence. now, sae had to watch the unfortunate scenes unfold in front of him without a choice.
“woah, you’re burning up, rin,” your voice filled the room, holding the thermometer up to check it again, your voice laced with concern. rin only nodded, his quiet nature amplified by the haze of his fever. his half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks made him look pitiful, almost drowsy.
to sae, it was nauseating how pathetic he looked—and worse, how effective it was.
“here, i got you medicine,” you said, helping him sit up from a lying position. “say ahh,” you sang sweetly, holding an ibuprofen capsule to rin’s lips and following up with a glass of water. he obediently parted his lips without a word, swallowing with a slight grimace but no complaints.
meanwhile, sae stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, scowling like a cat. rin must have it so damn good right now, he thought bitterly. crashed out on his bed, coughing like a mess, and worst of all—being pampered by you! him spreading germs all over the room was annoying enough, but the fact that you were doting on him? that was the real problem. sure, rin was sick, but did you have to treat him like royalty? it made sae feel almost childish how much it irked him. he knew you were just being you—kind, caring, and attentive. you weren’t a complete jerk like sae; of course, you’d take care of your boyfriend’s little brother.
but still, the sight of you meticulously adjusting rin’s pillow, tucking him snugly into the blanket you and sae usually shared, and gently brushing his hair out of his face like he was some spoiled kid—it was enough to drive sae up the wall. and if all that wasn't bad enough, now you were feeding him. feeding him.
rin opened his mouth again without so much as a sigh, his quiet compliance somehow making the scene even worse. sae glared as you dabbed the corner of rin’s mouth with a tissue, your expression always remaining soft and tender.
sae’s patience finally cracked as he scoffed. “pick up your own damn spoon,” he muttered under his breath.
you finally tore your gaze from rin to look at sae, laughing lightly. “it’s okay, sae. he’s sick. it doesn’t bother me.” it didn’t bother you, but it sure as hell bothered him. watching rin quietly accept another spoonful while sae fumed in the corner felt like a fresh insult every second.
“is the soup good? i tried my best,” you asked, giving the bowl another stir, awaiting his answer. your expression was so stupidly expectant that it effortlessly tugged at sae’s heart. rin, naturally, noticed the way his older brother’s jaw tightened from the corner of his eye, sae’s glare sharp enough to cut through steel—nonverbally screaming at him to be nice. rin wasn’t dumb—he knew better than to even consider giving a bad review of your cooking, especially with sae simmering in his spot by the door. and besides, the soup was actually delicious. “it’s good,” rin said, glancing at you. he took another spoonful for good measure, his movements deliberately slow, before adding, “it’s like our mom’s cooking.”
your face lit up instantly, a warm smile spreading across your lips. “i’m glad! good thing i asked for her recipe,” you shared, feeling accomplished. then, after a thoughtful pause, rin continued, “nii-chan should try some.” that last line, paired with the smallest, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at rin’s lips as he subtly shifted his posture toward sae, was so perfectly calculated it could’ve been a soccer play. rin didn’t even bother looking at his brother; he didn’t need to. the strained silence from sae’s corner was reward enough.
sae’s knuckles flexed against the doorframe, his patience wearing thinner than ever. try some? was rin actually inviting him to participate in this ridiculous display? no way in hell. you turned to sae with an inviting smile, completely oblivious to the brewing tension. “sae, you can have some if you want. i made more just in case…” his eyes flickered to you for a moment, and he opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a quiet, disgruntled, “i’m fine.”
rin didn’t look up, but his breath released ever so slightly faster—barely perceptible—like he was holding back laughter. and yet, rin wasn’t done being petty. he shifted slightly under the blanket, letting out a low sigh that seemed almost contemplative. “my back hurts.”
he murmured quietly, drawing out the words just enough to give them weight. his gaze flicked briefly to sae—long enough for him to notice—before turning to you with a soft, almost too-casual tone.
“i think i need a massage.”
before sae could even process the audacity, you were already setting the soup aside. “oh no! here, turn around—” “it’s fine,” sae absolutely snaps, stepping forward and snatching you up from the bed. he firmly guided you toward the door. “i got him. just bring a hot towel, will you?” “huh? oh, okay…” you blinked, a bit startled by his sudden intervention, but nodded. “if you need anything—anything—just call, okay?”
you shot rin a sympathetic look as you left, sae’s hand still firm on the small of your back until you were out the door.
the moment the door clicked shut, it was as if rin’s back was in pristine condition—like he was born with the perfect spine. he sat up straight, stretching with ease, his back suddenly requiring nothing but a headboard to rest on. sae responded with nothing except his expression, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer. without a word, sae lifted his leg and dug a kick square to rin’s back. “what the fuck?!” rin hissed, flinching forward. “back pain, huh?” sae asked flatly, mocking his claims. “you’re too old to be attention-seeking, dumbass,” he said, giving him another shove with his foot. “go back to okaasan, since you like being babied so much.” “fuckin’ hypocrite,” rin kicked back with both legs, shoving sae’s leg away with surprisingly good strength for someone whose supposed bones were crackling just a second ago. “you’re the one fuming for her attention.” sae rolled his eyes, unable to accept the fact that he was probably right. “she’s my girlfriend, you fucker,” despite the possibility, he defends, his voice sharper now. “and yet here you are,” rin said smugly, leaning back against the headboard, “competing with a sick kid.” sae opened his mouth to retort but froze. damn it. he was competing. and somehow, rin was winning.
“here’s the towel—” you finally walked in, but not without sensing the tension hanging in the air. “did something happen?…” you quickly remarked, in a suspicious manner. “no.” both rin and sae responded in perfect unison, their tone almost too quick, too practiced. you couldn’t help but feel like you were the only one who wasn’t in on whatever strange, silent competition they were having.
“rin’s feeling better,” sae suddenly spoke out, his voice way too casual, as he bolted for the door. “call if you need anything.” “ah, okay…” you blinked, eyes lingering on him watching him go before shaking your head. maybe you did imagine that awkwardness.
you quickly turned your attention back to rin and handed him the towel. “you should get some rest. i’ll attend to some chores.” rin gave a quiet nod, already looking more comfortable with the towel draped over him. you gave him a smile, relieved to see him at least looking better, before stepping out of the room. you found sae in the kitchen, carefully dishing out a bowl of soup. the act was too adorable; you couldn’t resist. you snuck up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist in a gentle backhug. “what do you want?” sae asked, his voice trying to sound neutral, but you could hear the softness underneath it. you rested your chin on his shoulder, feeling his warmth, and smiled. “why are you sulking?” you asked softly, your tone full of concern. “i’m not,” sae replied, though the words came out more quietly than he intended, a little hint of frustration still there. you could feel his tension, so you just squeezed him a little tighter, letting the silence settle for a beat. “i know you’re worried,” you said, voice gentle and sincere, “but it’s okay. he’ll be fine. i’m making sure of it.” sae remained quiet for a moment, but there was something different in the way his shoulders eased under your touch. he wasn’t used to this kind of reassurance, but somehow it always worked.
there was always something disarming about your presence, the way you seemed to understand him without asking for anything in return. he didn’t quite know what to do with this feeling—this overwhelming need to just be close to you. without making any effort to break the hug, sae's hands gently moved to rest on yours. he turned slightly so he could look at you, his eyes soft and filled with something tender you couldn't quite place. there was a subtle shift as he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. he paused, just for a moment, before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. the kiss lingered longer than usual, a silent reassurance in the simple gesture. “i’m not worried,” sae whispered firmly, trying his best to rely his feelings. “since you’re taking care of him, i’ll just take care of you.” you blinked, your chest tightening with warmth at his words. it was rare for sae to lose his guard, and in these moments, his affection always spoke far louder than anything he could say. you could feel the space between you narrowing as he moved even closer, his lips brushing near yours. “isn’t that right?” he whispered, his voice low and filled with a quiet confidence.
AH-CHOO! a loud sneeze rang through the hallway, shattering every sense of peace in the house. sae froze, his entire posture stiffening, as he shot a death glare toward the room where rin was.
god he’s gonna kill him.
a/n: this is such an old draft omg...finally got inspired to publish it bcz i currently feel like sae lmao. still figuring out my writing style so i hope nobody minds the randomness of my works T-T
yet again i am biting the walls of my enclosure......... i watched blue lock now i wanna write for nagi rin sae and aiku fuuuuck
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