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cw. possessiveness, abuse of special ability, yandere!poe, oblivious!reader
Your life was an idealistic depiction of “living the dream.” You had a cute, spacious home that never felt too big because of how you decorate it— Shelves and countertops stacked and strewn with memories: a cleanly-cluttered cascade of callbacks to the moments you had in your house. The building sat atop a hill of vibrant dorset green grass that had bloomed with the most mesmerising shades of your favourite colours, and laid beneath a sky that always brought the weather you required. So distinctly blue in the daytime with nary a cloud in the sky, the sun still poking through the puffy cumulus when they arrived.
And this was all a dream that you shared with the love of your life: Poe, whom of which you had just recently married and completed your payments for the house with. You had been together for years, so married life wasn’t really something that you had needed to adjust to. It really was just like being in a more committed relationship, but now it had a much more mature ring to it.
You admired his gentleman qualities and the way he worshipped you like you were the only person in his life— Because, in a way, you were. He would oftentimes lock himself in his office for work since he wrote from home, but he still went out from time to time, sometimes with you, sometimes by himself. However, he never went out with the sole purpose of seeing other people, because Poe somewhat enjoyed the fact that you were the only person he needed. With that in mind, why would he go and see anyone else? Colleagues? Friends? Sure, they served a purpose for his professional and social career, but he didn’t really care about them. Not like he cared about you. And it wasn’t like he ever had to wonder if you felt the same, because he knew that these feelings must be mutual.
It felt strange to say, but Poe was never really the kind of man you expected to see yourself with. He may have been loving and wealthy, but he was also awkward and kind of spineless. When you first met him, he had always had this aura of unsettlement that almost made him unapproachable. But you see yourself with him now and it all feels so right; you’re not sure why that nagging feeling that something’s wrong keeps tugging at your brain. Poe was like the kind of guy you only find once in a million years, and you had never felt this kind of attraction towards anyone— Not even crushes you had had in the past.
“I’m going to my office now, my dear.” Poe proclaimed to you as he appeared in the kitchen, pridefully striding towards the table you were sat at whilst you drank your tea. “Those novels won’t my right themselves.”
“My hardworking lover.” You giggled as you sipped your drink, your gaze becoming lost in his within the second he had appeared towards you.
“I do it all for us.”
He smiled sheepishly, leaning down to one knee to meet your eye level before he took your hand in his and kissed the back of your palm, not breaking eye contact for a single second. His dark pupils bore into yours; it was like staring into a void of helpless devotion.
Yes, it all felt right.
“How long do you think you’ll be writing for?” You asked as he raised himself up to stand again.
“I’m not sure. Maybe four or five hours? I have this perfect storyline in mind for the chapter I’ve been working on for the past week.”
“Okay, because I may go out to see Ranpo later. I haven’t seen him in a while.” You stated calmly, looking up as you thought about how much time had passed since you had spoken with him.
“Alright, my love. Tell me how it goes.” Poe smiled softly at you as he began to cup your face with his large hand, his thumb drawing gently over your cheek. “And try not to stay out too late. I want you to be safe.”
“You don’t need to worry about me.” You chuckled.
But he did.
You were actually the person he needed to worry about the most.
Which does seem contradictory to what was previously said about him knowing that his feelings towards you were mutual, but this situation was slightly more complicated than that.
This perfect, picket-fence life might have felt like the kind of life destiny had always planned for you, however there were a few underlying truths that laid below the surface of the dream that you sat upon. If it felt too good to be true, it was probably because it was. Because unbeknownst to you, the life that you had been living was something meticulously curated by your husband. Everything was picked out to his design and his plans.
In the real world, you might have deduced what was going on almost instantly. You would have been able to conclude that you were inside one of his novels and that he was using his ability on you. But since you had been transferred into the novel world that he created, your consciousness shifted into that of someone who was completely clueless to that reality. You didn’t know anything about special abilities, nor that you and your husband both had your own. Poe had completely written out that memory, including the fact that you had a specific power. In this world, the only one who needed a special ability was himself, and that was just to keep the novel running.
Everything that could have let you to unravelling the secret of this world had been completely written out. Those few hours that Poe had to himself in his office that was supposedly for writing the next big novel, was actually him making corrections in the already existing book every time he suspected that you might have known too much.
Or if he felt that part of your real-world consciousness had begun to peak through.
No matter how much he tried to erase your memories from the narrative, the thoughts of certain people always managed to shine somewhere in the corners of your brain. It didn’t help that you and Poe weren’t exactly friends in the real world, what with you finding him a little creepy and shy, so in those small moments where you seemed to piece together fragments of your real friends, it frightened Poe to an unfathomable degree.
Now, he didn’t exactly have proof that you had any romantic affiliation with any of these people because of how little he had spent around the real you, so it was easier to write them out entirely. But every time, it seemed that Poe’s emotions would get the better of him and he would always try to over-correct himself. And the more your real loved ones started appearing in your speech, the more Poe realised that instead of writing them out entirely, he would just need to write around them in a realistic way.
He couldn’t help it. He felt so possessive over you and he couldn’t stand the thought of you being with someone else. Because he didn’t have the inside knowledge of your relationships with these people, he never knew what to think. No matter who it was, it sparked a flame of jealousy in his stomach. It made him nauseous as he thought about if you and the real Ranpo had a thing together and that’s why you kept remembering him, or if you and Dazai were already in a committed relationship and that’s the reason you kept subconsciously nudging Poe that you two should visit him. This was all he could do. He just needed to make frequent updates whenever you changed the story in a way he didn’t like, writing out the fragments of the agency that didn’t fit his narrative.
Maybe it was because you were technically the main character of this novel, but you seemed to have a strong impact on what happened in the book. When Poe trapped the two of you inside it initially, he had never expected that you would possess this kind of influence. It was actually kind of irritating the longer he lived with it, because what you thought could bring the entire novel down.
Sweat dripped down the side’s of Poe’s pale face as his hands were buried in a tight grip within his mess of curls. Eyes were wide and the pupils were small with fear, glued to the pages of the story as he continued to write out his nee corrections. His hands were stinging with pain, but he couldn’t help but keep the quill dancing. Whether he was scribbling something out, writing five new paragraphs, or even adding small notes to a scrap piece of paper for ideas for their future, Poe didn’t stop writing for a single second.
His heart was thumping with anxiety as he moved his hand from his hair to bite his fingers instead. Not his nails, the flesh of his fingers. His teeth sunk into the skin so hard that the taste of iron began to become faint in his bites. His eyes moved from one page to another in a matter of seconds, terrified that the story was already changing in ways that sickened him the moment you left the house.
“But once they closed the fence of their home to pay Ranpo Edogawa a visit, the clouds would form a dark-grey setting above them to tease the scene of rain on their path. At their destination, they would look beyond the wave of droplets before them and see nothing, because Ranpo Edogawa would not show up.”
He frantically wrote out onto the page, his ink spilling a little and his words becoming messier as he put the idea to paper. He couldn’t help but cackle a bit as he read back what he wrote in his mind when he continued to write.
“With their heart in one hand, they would continue to wait in the rain in high hopes, desperate for Ranpo to show up, even if it meant that he would be late. However, he would continue not to make his appearance shown as half an hour later, they would receive a text from the man stating that he was not planning to show up.”
It was sinister and malicious, but it was the only way that it could be contained.
Once he had written all that he felt like was necessary in that moment, he removed his fingers from his mouth, saliva still attaching itself to his flesh as he presented a quivering smile to his masterpiece.
“And they would return home to their loving husband for comfort, understanding that he was all that they needed.”
royalty!au where the bllk boys are your most trusted knight : ̗̀➛
BLLK BOYS x gn!reader
authors notes. saw fanart and went feral
cw. yandere vibes from kurona and ness
ft. alexis ness, kurona ranze, meguru bachira, rin itoshi
ALEXIS NESS
He takes his job extremely seriously; as if he had trained his whole life to serve someone like you-- Someone so intelligent and brilliant. There is very little purpose Ness has other than to ensure your wellbeing, sometimes not even just regarding your safety. Of course, he would confidently fight anyone that ever posed a threat to your health or existence, but it seemed like there was something that ran through him deeper than that, like protecting you really was all he was made to do in life.
He is content in serving you. He has no complaints and probably never will. He hopes that he can stay close to you in this role as your royal guard, even if it meant that he would never be able to get any closer than that. He adored serving you so much that he always tried his best to sabotage the other knights so that they didn't get a chance to rise to a rank on equal footing to him. Of course, the knights themselves were also not as up for the challenge of fighting for you-- dying for you. Not like Ness was. He was willing to take down your enemies and even some of your most trusted comrades. He saw their weakness as an excuse to get rid of them. You deserve only the best.
KURONA RANZE
Undoubtedly a yes-man. He simply does as he is told without much reservations and follows you around as a knight should. He understands the tasks he needs to complete and follows them through without fail every time, which is why he is considered one of the most trusted knights among the rest of the royal guard.
He event went as far to ensure your safety from potential threats that he saw without you knowing. It was unlawful, sure, but sometimes he felt like he needed to take matters into his own hands. In the dead of night, he’d track down the spies he had caught or the knights he had suspected of treason and threatened them in any way necessary, ensuring that only bad things would come to them if they harmed you. And maybe it’s the fact that he was so reserved, but the fact that he never got caught really helped his case.
MEGURU BACHIRA
Despite the fact that you’re not even the king or queen, only the child of such, it doesn’t stop bachira from treating you like your highness. Your parents had hired him at first because he had a natural talent at protecting others, but he also happened to be easy to befriend. He’s so much sweeter than the other guards, it was no wonder that he became your quick favourite. After being the heir to the throne, he saw you as a friend, a person. he’d ask about your day when you were out of danger, providing a comforting ear when your family were too busy to listen.
Bachira was a very good knight when he was on the clock, mostly because he was an exceptional fighter. He was almost elegant in his fighting, which just made him protecting you from threats all the more entertaining.
RIN ITOSHI
He's cold. Serious. He is everything you would expect in a member of the royal guard--The perfect role model. Slow to anger and quick to engage. Although it made him nervous to admit, he really did admire you as royalty and his duty as a guard was one of the highest honours he had ever achieved, which is why he was so keen on protecting his role and ensuring that you recieved the best treatment of protection that the knights had to offer.
As well as being a knight, you would often also see him as some sort of butler, always accepting tasks from you and even performing favours that you would never ask for, but always appreciate. He had this professional vibe to him that made you think that he was some sort of automated personal assistant. But as stone-faced as he remained, you couldn't help but enoy his presence, even if he never really had much to say.
SEISHIRO NAGI
He certainly wasn't the most present knight, but he was definitely the most reliable. He wasn't a head figure or any sort of leader. In fact, he rarely ever seemed to show his face. It created this mysterious aura around him that intruiged you to some extent. The reason that this particular knight seemed to interest you wasn't because of his popularity, but because of his ability to swiftly rap things up before he had the chance to fall asleep again.
Despite his lack of willingness to do things and the amount of time it took for him to actually begin following instructions, the other knights could never call him useless -- No matter how lazy he was. Nagi was always the final call when it came to difficult battles and tough rivals. He could conclude confrontation within seconds just by weilding his sword and overhwleming the enemy with his presence. He was undeniably strong and agile, making him the perfect soldier and ideal fighter. Even though he was quite laid-back, you trusted him with your life.
BLLK BOYS x f!reader (you can imagine any character you want)
contents. kind of toxic!reader, jealousy
the disgusting feeling of jealousy became so much more potent as you watched from the stands during the lineup of important matches. You couldn’t help but feel your eyes twitch as you were forced to stare at your ex-best friend on the field, performing tricks and scoring goals you knew you could absolutely replicate. It irritated you having to watch him live out a dream you’ve had since the beginning, and it pissed you off even more knowing that he was aware of your ambitions.
When you were younger, you played football with him for hours on end. It would begin with playing in teams before the other kids got tired, eventually leaving the two of you playing until the latest possible hour. After that, you’d lay on the field together, fatigued as you stared up at the evening sky. While he clutched his football, he’d smile as he listened to you ramble on about your dreams of becoming a professional player one day. With that knowledge, he swore that he’d climb to the top with you, and you’d thrive during the peaks of your careers.
But that promise seemed to be short lived. No matter how good of an actress you were, it was impossible to hide your jealousy when he revealed that he had been invited to participate in some sort of experiment to produce Japan’s best striker. It was then that you realised that your dreams were nothing more than just childish fantasies, because Blue Lock apparently had no room for female athletes.
It’s a bitter reason, you know, but that’s most of the reason you cut him off. Right before he left, the two of you got into a heated argument about promises and trust, and you asked him if he knew how much you wanted the opportunities he got. Of course, he did, but this was a big deal for him, and he couldn’t just turn it down, even if you were his closest friend.
After he left, there were days that you prayed that he’d get eliminated, just to soothe your own issues of jealousy, but he was unfortunately as skilled as he looked. It hurt seeing him climb his way to the top. The unfairness of the natural world, the way society shut you out and refused to witness your greatness. It was cold. It made you resent playing football, and it made you resent the person you had once called your best friend.
It was such a shameful thing to admit to doing, but he couldn’t help but falling back on it so often. There were so many repressed emotions he felt was to embarrassing to share with anyone— Including you, his roommate. He was sure that if you were to find out about his lewd habits, you’d call him disgusting and move out as soon as you could. And he just couldn’t have you leave— Not when you did so much work around the apartment for him.
And plus, you were the reason for so many of these perverted thoughts. He wasn’t sure if it was because he liked how you acted: the way you were so patient and kind with him, doing everything around the place so that he didn’t have to, letting him just lay around and do nothing; or if he simply found you attractive. Maybe both?
However, ever since he felt these emotions come to light, he became obsessed with trying hard to picture scenes of you and him- turning to porn to help fuel his imagination.
On the nights he was sure you were asleep, he’d lazily walk over to his bedroom door to lock it before hiding himself under the blankets to open his laptop and access his favourite porn website, diverting his attention straight to his folder of favourited videos- Ones with actors that slightly resembled you.
He’d bite his shirt to muffle his moans as he palmed his cock beneath his shorts, his eyes fixed on the white screen that began to bore his eyes. He could never get tired of the way the actors that looked like you bounced on top of their partner’s cock, loud moans echoing through the room. Hearing the bed creaking and the wet slapping of the films playing through his earphones at full-volume could send him over the edge within minutes, and they very often did if the thought of you was on his mind.
Sometimes he’d scroll through sites for a literal hour just to find someone he could imagine was you- Bonus points if the other actor even looked like him. He couldn’t get off to other videos the same way he did to these kinds of ones. It felt more thrilling, more hot.
The only critique he had was that it didn’t sound like you.
“…You have a mirror in front of your bed…?” You let out in a soft voice, your eyes gleaming over your reflection at the large mirror that covered a large portion of his wall. Within the mirror, you could see practically every aspect of the room, which was cleaned at every corner— Though none more tidy than his made bed.
“Huh?” Reo turned to look at you. “Oh, yeah.” He responded shortly, not thinking too much of it as he pushed his slippers to the side.
“Is it for any… Particular reason?” You said, your voice quiet with nervousness.
“Not really. It just happened to come with the room.” He shrugged, standing next to you to stare at your two bodies in the reflection. “It’s a little bit humbling to have to look at myself as soon as I get out of bed, but it’s nice to have there.” He chuckled. “Why? Did you think there was a specific—“
When he turned to look at you with his own eyes, he could see how your face had completely flushed at the sight of the large slab of glass, your mind rushing with possibilities. He furrowed his eyes for a moment, stumped at what could cause you to be so flustered, and he was only met with a shamefully lustful look in your eyes when he held you by the shoulder closest to him to slowly avert your gaze into his.
It wasn’t until he had you bent over in doggy-style on his bed a short while later, pounding into your soppy cunt from behind as you pressed your face against the comfy layer of blankets sprawled across his messy mattress. As you whined against the soft comforters, Reo reached over to grab a handful of your hair, yanking your head back up so you were forced to stare at your own reflection as you were being fucked dumb by his cock.
“Don’t hide that pretty face from me. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He chuckled in a deep tone, his hips not ceasing its thrusting as he whispered lowly into your ear. “Fuck, you’re such a pervy girl. The first thing you think of when you enter my room is getting fucked like this in front of my mirror? That dirty little mind of yours is just so adorable.”
Ness, unfortunately one of his greatest weaknesses, was his jealousy. And it was very often that it waded him to situations that caused you to snap at him whenever he pried to much on topics that weren’t ever that serious. This time, you told him off for accusing you of flirting with Isagi, which led him to realise that he had spoken out of line once again.
Alexis's expression fell, and he looked away guiltily. He knew he had gone too far, but he couldn't help himself. The jealousy was like a monster inside of him, taking over his mind and driving him to do irrational things. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.
“I'm not accusing you of anything," he said quietly, looking down at his feet, ashamed to meet your eye as he stood in front of you on the couch. "I just... I don't like seeing other guys around you." It was a pathetic excuse, but it was the truth.
“You really do get too jealous.” You murmured bitterly, causing his heart to shatter a little when you turned to face away from him to stare at the wall instead.
When you had refused to meet his eye, he immediately went pale and fell down to his knees to bow to you, babbling desperate apologies. Alexis felt like a defeated man, completely exposed and vulnerable. He had never felt this horrible before, not with anyone else. It was as if Isagi had become a stumbling block in his relationship with you, and he couldn't help but see him as a threat. His heart skipped a beat as you moved away from him. He hated seeing her upset, and he knew his jealousy was the cause of it.
"I'm sorry.” he whispered, bowing his head down.
“It’s like you’ve completely forgotten who your girlfriend actually is.” You tutted, laying your palm atop of his fluffy head of hair as he bowed.
Shamefully, Alexis couldn't help but grin down at the ground a little at the comment, feeling relieved that you were still able to view him as someone he could belong to; when he lifted his head back up, he hid his smile and feigned innocence with a puppy-dog expression.
"I haven't forgotten, it’s just that sometimes... It's hard to remember.” He admitted anxiously.
“So helpless.”
"I can be pretty helpless when it comes to you.” He replied, his heart skipping a beat at the thought of being at your mercy. He undoubtedly loved the feeling of being under your control—it made him feel whole, like he finally had a purpose. He leaned up so he could rest on his knees instead before you, his hands placed atop your kneecaps like an excited dog.
“Is that the case?” You whispered darkly as your hand slowly traced down his waist, hovering just over the crotch of his pants. Alexis's breath caught in his throat as your hand brushed against his crotch, and he felt a surge of excitement course through him.
"Yes," he breathed, feeling himself harden under your touch. "I am helpless for you."
“Then you know better than to go accusing me of things, hm?”
"I'm sorry," Alexis repeated, his voice hoarse with desire. "I just... I couldn't help myself." He leaned in closer to you, his lips barely brushing against your ear the more he leaned up. "Please forgive me… My Empress." he whispered.
“I’m not sure if I should…” You said with a feigned solemness, turning your head away. “People who speak out of place… Upset me.”
"Please don't be upset with me.” He pleaded, his fingers intertwining with hers where they rested on the couch. Alexis groaned, feeling his arousal grow even more intense. "I promise I'll make it up to you."
“Will you now?” You turned back at him slowly, your siren eyes meeting his doe eyes.
"Anything," Alexis vowed, his heart pounding in his chest. "Just don't be angry with me. I love you.” You sighed.
“How can I be upset with my loyal dog?” You smiled a little as you used an h unoccupied hand to brush your thumb against his cheek as you cupped his face, causing his body to tremble with anticipation as he pressed closer to your touch.
"I am forever grateful for your love and forgiveness," he murmured, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you even closer. "There's no one else I'd rather be loyal to."
“So you know it’s wrong to accuse me of such things, yes?” You pushed him back gently by his chest, forcing him back on his knees.
"I understand," He nodded, his heart still racing with desire, his eyes gazing up at you with adoration. “I promise to never question your actions again. Everything I am and everything I have is yours."
“This is why I could never be with Isagi liked you accused me… He’d never be as loyal as you are to me…” You hummed with a smirk. “I don’t believe anyone would…” Your hand traced slowly down to his chin to inspect his expression.
Alexis' face darkened at the mention of Isagi, but he quickly masked his jealousy.
“You're right," he muttered. "Isagi doesn't deserve you, not like I do. I would die for you a thousand times over, my Empress."
“And look at you.” You tusked, holding his face much firmly now as you furrowed your brows. “Still getting jealous when I mention Isagi.”
"I can't help it," He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "You are everything to me, and the thought of anyone else touching you... It drives me mad." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours. "Please forgive my weakness."
As he leaned closer, you simply placed your index finger to separate your lips just as he was about to kiss you.
“Good dogs don’t expect kisses after speaking out of line.” You replied, to which he nodded, his eyes downcast.
“You're right," He said softly. "I will be patient and wait for your forgiveness." He sighed, rubbing his palms against his legs. "I just wish I could control these feelings."
“Human emotions are the folly of man.” You sighed as you shook your head, taking his wrist slowly to place his palm on your thighs. “Doesn’t mean we can’t plead for forgiveness…”
Alexis looked up at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Forgive me for being weak, my Empress," he whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss against her palm. "I will do better."
“Will you?” You raised a brow.
"I promise," Alexis said earnestly. "I will try my best to control these feelings, for your sake." He looked into your eyes, his own filled with sincerity. "You are everything to me, and I don't want to lose you because of my jealousy. Please don’t push me away.”
“On the contrary,” you yanked his wrist up so he could fall against your lap, his hands grasping at your thighs to steady himself as he processed what had just happened. “I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself.”
“Thank you.” He nodded, his hands now beginning to slowly slide up from your thighs to your waist, his palms slinking up the sides of your shirt. “I will never disappoint you again.”
with bachira’s back towards the door, he wasn’t able to sense his best friend nearing the entrance. he was too focussed on pinning you down beneath him, interlocking your fingers with his as he pounded into your sloppy cunt to notice the door casually being opened. when you kept shooting flustered glances over bachira’s shoulder, that’s when he finally realised that your eyes were on someone else. and although he was extremely hurt at first, all of his worries washed away when he realised that it was just his friend, isagi— standing there, frozen, his face flushing as his pants got tighter. bachira trusted isagi with his whole life, so of course he would have been okay for isagi to join in on the fun.
bachira now had you sat upon his lap while he leaned against the fluffy pillows of the bed, gently shifting your hips up and down so he could still press his cock further into your pussy. knelt in front of you was isagi, trying to keep his composure while you gave him a hand job, one of his palms shielding his blushing face. his knees were shaking a little against the covers, but he remained high on his knees, even hitching his shirt up a little to reveal his tensed abs, also giving you more room to jerk him off.
“you can look at her if you want, isagi.” bachira smirks as he rests his cheek against the crook of your neck, his eyes gazing up at his best friend. he noticed how isagi seemed to either look over at the wall or down at your hands, but never your face. “she’s really helping you out! the least you can do is look her in the eye.”
NESS letting kaiser have fun with his gf
you were lying against the pillows of the bed, your legs spread wide with kaiser’s face between them as ness sat by your side and ran his fingers gently through your hair. kaiser had made constant advancements towards you behind ness’ back, thinking that if he knew, he’d be judged to shreds. however, he was pleased to hear that ness wasn’t only accepting of kaiser’s behaviour, but also more than willing to allow him to please you. he was practically begging kaiser to sleep with you, not wanting kaiser to dislike him in any way— and if sharing you prevented that, he was more than happy to oblige.
you let out whimpery moans as kaiser’s wet tongue licked another line up between the folds of your pussy before dipping back between them and working shamelessly at your clit. your heart was thumping faster as you squeezed your eyes shut, the only thing keeping you from letting out even louder moans was ness’s comforting hands, which moved to cup the side of your face as he looked at you lovingly.
“she’s so pretty when she moans.” ness smiled blissfully before turning his head to watch ness at work, his eyes sparkling with amazement. “there really is nothing you can’t do! you’re so talented, my girlfriend looks so satisfied!” he gushed before placing a kiss on the side of your neck beneath your jaw, grinning against your skin. “tell him how good you feel, darling. kaiser’s doing a great job, isn’t he?” ness whispered darkly into your ear.
SHIDOU showing sae how it’s done
you were sexually frustrated, shidou could see that. you never usually got a chance to have sex with your boyfriend, sae, and even when you did, it was always missionary. i mean, you always finished in the end, but there was no imagination. that’s why when shidou overheard you complaining to sae about not being experimental enough in the bedroom, he immediately butted in and insisted he show sae how to make you literally shake with pleasure.
that’s how you ended up with your arms tied to the post of sae’s bed, your legs being forced open by shidou as he pumped his cock into you while holding a vibrator up to your clit. your eyes were swelling with tears as you felt your entire body tense up, the only gentle feeling you could sense coming from your boyfriend’s warm touch as he held his palm against your cheek. “she’s actually crying, you’ve outdone yourself,” sae uttered coldly as his thumb drew over your skip to wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes.
“instead of just caressing her face, why don’t you be a dear ‘n hold her legs open instead? she’s tryin’ go close them, see?” shidou chuckled darkly, to which sae rolled his eyes before positioning himself to force your legs even further apart. shidou couldn’t help but be amused as he looked between you and your boyfriend. “don’t sass me, darling,” he grinned at sae, “you should take notes. your girlfriend’s clearly enjoyin’ it.”
bruh i wish there was GL that was on the same level of fever dream as animes like sasaki to miyano or given .. maybe the good GLs just aren’t popular but i’m seriously upset that i cant find any good ones </3
the ones i find are usually bland— (and sometimes borderline problematic 😭???)— and they just don’t have the same kind of dumb humour or tense scenes you can find in straight romance animes. honestly a lot just feel like excuses to sexualise wlw couples…
a few decent ones ive seen are im in love with a villainess, bloom into you, and kase-san and morning glories, but they were all just kind of boring to me and just didn’t hit the same. like i need an anime that’s set out exactly just like some generic romance like horimiya or something.. but make the love interest a woman!
i live for lgbt+ rep in anime as a pansexual girl myself. as much as i like a lot of popular romance animes with straight couples, ones with queer couples feel more special to me. i also quite like a lot of BL animes, but it’s only really because of the queer rep and it just makes me wish i had a girlfriend as i’m watching it LMAO.
i swear ive searched the heavens and earths for GL animes that are at least over a 7/10, but i’ve fallen short.. </3
it honestly amazes me how people can genuinely prefer yuki and mafuyu over mafuyu and uenoyama… yall know who the main couple is right?
uenoyama is done so dirty by the fandom by constantly being shoved to the side for a mf who isn’t even a main character. like what yuki and mafuyu had was special, but mafuyu has moved on yall
authors notes. i am IN LOVE with rin so im glad i wrote this instead of my college essays
╰┈➤ the type of person to keep your relationship strictly private. in fact, it’s because he loves you so much that he wants to keep your relationship private.
╰┈➤ private, not secret.
╰┈➤ it was no surprise to the public when it was discovered that professional footballer, rin itoshi, was dating you, especially since you did have connections to the Itoshi brothers previously anyway.
╰┈➤ from the beginning, the paparazzi pressing on the matter pissed him off. he hated how interviewers would always eventually get to bringing your name up, because it meant that your relationship was starting to be shared with the world.
╰┈➤ but more than that, it was because he had a such a soft spot for you that he couldn’t help but become nervous when people brought you up. and as annoying as the interviewers were, he couldn’t stand to be mad at them when they gave him an excuse to talk about you.
╰┈➤ he’s probably half the reason your relationship wasn’t as private as he’d hoped. he was just such an unintentional blabbermouth.
╰┈➤ when you’re actually with him in public, he tends to get overprotective.
╰┈➤ when you’re in the streets, you need to be holding hands; when you’re at social gatherings, his palm needs to be attached to your hip.
╰┈➤ not just for safety reasons, but he supposed he also needed to constantly remind people that the two of you are together.
╰┈➤ when he realises that he’s getting approached by fans in the street, he’ll subtly hide you behind him so that you’re not pestered, and you’ll watch with a soft smile as rin is forced to take photos and sign autographs.
╰┈➤ despite maintaining a cold facade, he somehow manages to talk do gently when it’s to you.
╰┈➤ if the two of you are at a party he’s clearly uncomfortable being in, he’d slowly scoop your hands into his and plant a gentle kiss on your knuckle before muttering, “it’s getting loud. do you want to leave?”
╰┈➤ honestly, it’s quite impressive how quickly he’s able to switch tones.
╰┈➤ he can go from kindly whispering words of affirmation in your ear to screaming expletives to a random man, threatening to fight him where they stood and ordering him to stop hitting on you.
╰┈➤ rin’s jealousy is actually an unheard of level of rage.
╰┈➤ every time bachira jokes with you, isagi compliments you, or any of his other team members hang out with you one-on-one, it’s like a ticking time bomb in his mind. 
╰┈➤ rin trusts you with all his heart, but his possessiveness is a little louder than his compassion, and he’s rather eat both of his shoes than put you aline in a room with a man that isn’t him.
╰┈➤ he is willing to start the most outrageous scenes over it.
╰┈➤ once, shidou publicly dedicated a shot to you during an important match just to piss rin off, and he went ballistic.
╰┈➤ he had maintained himself on the pitch, but as soon as he reached the locker room, rin was already prepared to pack shidou up and send him to the emergency unit.
╰┈➤ a good fight definitely would have ensued, had he not been stopped by his teammates holding him back.
╰┈➤ plus, you continuously warned him not to fight because you hated seeing him show up to your dates with bruises and marks— his injuries from football were already enough. 
╰┈➤ he hated defying you, but sometimes he just really couldn’t help himself.
╰┈➤ the days where he would literally feel himself freeze before knocking on your apartment door because he knew that his injuries would tell you that he got into another fight were the worst for him.
╰┈➤ because you always looked at him with that certain face of disappointment before simply sighing and letting him in, ready to properly tend to his wounds.
╰┈➤ he’s so gentle when he’s in private with you.
╰┈➤ you could spend hours cradled in his arms, listening to the dulcet mumbles of his voice as he told you about his day.
╰┈➤ when be gets home from a match or training, all he wants to do is cuddle you mindlessly with a tv show in front.
╰┈➤ sometimes he’s mumble about how annoying his teammates were today and how he’s glad he can finally lay down with you.
╰┈➤ to many’s surprise, he’s really the sweetest boyfriend ever.
authors notes: i saw a request that asked for a size kink with kunigami but i decided to just do multiple blue lock characters’ kinks including kunigami. so go the requester that asked just know that i see you fr
and he’d be so damn mean about it too knowing that he loves it. as you’re positioned beneath him with your legs spread for him to hain easier access, your profusely blushing face would began to gather tears after going at it for so long. seeing your glossy eyes would only cause rin to be rougher, bullying your desperate hole as he longed to force more tears out of you. “‘re you seriously fucking crying? when i’m not even going as hard as i can be with you?”
MEGURU BACHIRA, MARKING
you marking him, him marking you— it doesn’t matter. either way, bachira could spend hours of his evening letting out little whimpers of pleasure as you left fresh hickeys across his collarbone, smiling foolishly at the knowledge that he would definitely do whatever it took to subtly reveal your work to all of his teammates. and of course, he would return the favour to you, leaving various bruises and marks on your shoulders and neck— particularly in the shapes of desperate love-bites, ensuring that you would think of him every time you saw yourself in the mirror.
YOICHI ISAGI, MASOCHISM
he is so embarrassed of it, he would probably die of literal shame if anyone else other than you found out about it. getting him to admit he even had any kinks was a rough journey, so once you found out, you abused the hell out of it. you’d spank him, bite down on his shoulders while you left hickeys, and even go as far to slap him across the face while you looked down at him on his knees, making him beg you to let him fuck you. part of you wanted to feel guilty, but the growing blush on his cheeks told you that he not only loved it, but actively wanted more.
RENSUKE KUNIGAMI, SIZE
and he tries to be gentle with you, he really does, but you’re so small in comparison to him and he just knows that if he were to even go a little bit too rough, he would break you— which only entices him further. he tries to shake off the desire to absolutely destroy you, but the sight of you just barely taking in his thick cock while his large hand ran across your panting chest to move up to your neck was enough to burn the wildest fantasies into this man’s mind. he wanted to see how much more you could take, because he surely wasn’t going to last knowing that he could cup the bottom half of your face with just one of his palms, muffling your vocal moans as you reached your high.
SAE ITOSHI, DEGRADATION
sigh he is such a bully. imagine you in doggy position while he hit it from the back in front of a mirror. you’d try to bury your head in the bedsheets to shield your blushing face, but he’d just grab you by the hair and force you to look at yourself while he leaned down and muttered dirty insults in your ear. “don’t try and hide. i want you to see how pathetic you look being fucked dumb by my cock. so fuckin’ weak, can’t even handle dick, but i bet it feels nice being handled like a slut, huh?” each string of words being even filthier than the last, he’s so good at saying the right things.
ALEXIS NESS, PRAISE
as expected from him, he just can’t get enough of it. he’s addicted to that feeling of you knelt between his legs as you jerked him off as quickly as you could, your hand sloppily running over the length of his throbbing cock before your thumb met to massage his reddened, aching tip. there would be literal tears in his eyes as he looked down to see your smirk of pleasure as your movements sped up, biting your lip when you whispered things like: “oh, look at that, you’re behaving so well. does that feel good? you look so pretty like this.”
