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jealousy does look good on them ! ۶ৎ

꒰ summary ꒱; blue lock boys get jealous and decide to fuck their feelings out on you ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა

꒰ content ꒱; 18+, they're mean, afab!reader, lots of smut

꒰ featuring ꒱; sae itoshi, rin itoshi, shidou ryusei, bunny iglesias, michael kaiser, vivian hugo, nagi seishiro, alexis ness

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• sae itoshi

"you're getting off on this, aren't you? huh? such a filthy girl."

his grip on your hair is firm, tugging it back to look you in the eye as he slammed into you ruthlessly. "look at me when i talk to you."

"smiling so hard, seeing the one person i hate the most? you like him that much, 's that it?" he snaps his hips against yours at a brutal pace, the sole thought of the moment pissing him off to no extent.

"t-too fuckin' bad, you're mine and it'll stay that way, won't it?" he rasps, ensuring eye contact between the both of you, despite your eyes being glazed over from tears. "y-yes, yes, 'm yours!" you barely gasp out, feeling him loosen the grip on your locks to steady your hips, satisfied with your current state.

the sight of your pretty, tear-streaked face doesn't elicit pity from him. if anything, it makes him scoff in mild annoyance.

"g-gonna cum, s-saeee!" "not yet, are you," he brings his movements to a halt, relishing in the soft, frustrated whine you'd managed.

"say you're sorry, that you won't even look his way again." "i-i- h-hnghh, won't, everr!" you slur, your bottom lip quivering in relief as he nods curtly, granting you permission.

"good. i believe you'll keep your word."

• rin itoshi

rin was annoyed, to say the least, but he didn't let that disdain show until the both of you were tangled in the sheets. he'd pinned your wrists on either side of your shoulders as he used his agonizingly long stamina on you.

you'd lost track of how many times you came, and you didn't even know the reason why he was so upset! (kinda...)

"r-rinn, p-please, s-slow down!" you whine, powerless under him.

he'd pushed you into the meanest mating press, due to your inability to even raise your legs anymore.

"y-you can take it," he grumbles, voice low. every set of thrusts is somehow quicker than the last, despite how long the both of you have been fucking like bunnies.

he stretches your legs apart further to hit all your sweetest spots, your heavy, unfocused eyes rolling upward as your nth climax of the night took over.

you were past the stage counting was a possibility by now, the only thing your brain processed being the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

"w-why are you even- a-hahhh- m-mad, rinn-" he shuts you up with a harsh pinch on your nipple.

"y-you know damn well, don't act so innocent." "i-i don't," you plead, the sound reduced to a soft mewl when he softly flicks a thumb over your hardened bud.

"uh-huh. does it look like i care? shut up and take it like a good girl."

• shidou ryusei

"a-ah, f-fuck, c'mon, thought you knew better than that, n/n~" he drawls, stuffing you full of his girth, fixated on the sight of the milky ring of cum around the base of his cock from the uncountable amount of times he's made you cum.

"h-haah, b-better than what? mhh, did i do something-" "you know damn well, don't act like an angel," he hisses, landing a sharp slap on your already quivering cunt.

"but s-shit, it's hard to stay mad at you when your pussy's clenchin' around my cock this hard, baby," he growls, quickening his pace only to slow back down when you're right on edge, all to watch the delicious ways your face would contour in pleasure, then frustration, then desperation.

"oh, you wanna cum, d'ya?" he coos, playing with your mush-filled head. you could barely form a coherent sentence, all you were able to do was nod feverishly. "mmhm, p-pleasee, ryu!"

you scratch deep crimson marks on his muscular back to ground yourself when he picks up the pace yet again.

you fail to catch the cunning grin curving his lips. "you're gonna cum as many times as i ask you to now, m'kay?" "n-noo, i'm sorryy," you beg, writhing beneath him.

he holds you down, sighing a soft sound of dissatisfaction.

"you say that but look at how your pretty girl's reacting," he muses, hinting at how your cunt dripped like a leaky faucet.

"been such a slut, you can keep up with me, can't ya?"

• bunny iglesias

"uh-uh," he tuts, prying your thighs apart after you'd tried to clamp them shut, the overstimulation overriding any other sensation you were feeling.

"s'too- hic -much, b-bunnyy," you sob, your voice long since a wavering mess.

"mm-mm, you know the deal, bebé. you smiled at him six times, so you're gonna have to cum six times tonight, mhm?" he muses, licking a stripe over your sopping pussy, hands digging into the supple flesh of your thighs.

"i-it wasn't- aah, even l-like that!" you repeat for the millionth time, a hopeless effort, your voice wavering as he flicks his tongue against your soaked folds.

"that's too bad then. just four more times, c'mon." he rubs soothing circles onto your skin, a harsh contrast to how rough his mouth is on your leaking core.

you try to protest once again, yet all your possible words are reduced to nothing more than breathy moans as he sticks his tongue deeper in, his nose grazing your aching cunt with every movement.

"so sensitive," he murmurs against you, sticking two fingers in for good measure, watching slick drip from it as he curls it against your sweet spot with practised precision.

"hnmpp, bunny, ohmygod, g'nna cum," you whine, fingers threading through his already tousled hair, tugging on it.

"yeah, cum for me, cariño."

after you do, he gets up, a soft sigh falling from his lips as he reaches for his belt, unbuckling the clasp.

"three more."

• michael kaiser

"poor thing, you just can't shut up, hm?" he near growls, pounding into you, the bed creaking with every movement.

your face was smushed against the pillow beneath, most likely leaving a trail of drool and tears behind from how dumb he's fucking you.

"mmh- m-micha, i-im hic s-sorry!" "sorry for what?" "for-" he picks up the pace, landing a harsh smack against your ass, forcing a sharp whimper out of you.

"oh? looks like i can't hear you. you don't sound very sorry, schatzi," he sneers, his tone one of faux pity.

"since you can't seem to stick to one guy, lemme stuff you full 'n remind you who you belong to, uh-huh?" he groans, not letting up with each and every thrust.

"i-it- was just- aah!, a hug," you swear, a frantic attempt to have him take you gentler.

"y-yeah, a hug he didn't fuckin' deserve," he rasps, voice laced with venom, recalling how the asshole stared at you.

you raise your head to try and catch a glimpse of his expression, but you're met with his harsh grip keeping your face buried in the plush cotton, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he raises your leg over his shoulder to angle himself deeper.

you can barely move, let alone continue whining against the pleasure mixing with pain, a sardonic chuckle slipping out of him at the sight. seeing tears spill from your pleading eyes only heightens the need he's feeling to absolutely ruin you.

"don't bother trying to save yourself. i'll stop whenever i please, got that?"

• vivian hugo

you're sat on his lap, squirming as you hold back the urges plaguing you to move.

he has you cockwarming him while he scrolls through every comment on your recent social media post. "hm, how're you gonna respond to this one, chérie?" he questions, forcing you to type out a half-assed rejection to degenerates commenting on your face or your body.

"i don't see why you allow this. i'm right here, and i can shower you in all the compliments you need," he states, bluntly, dark eyes staring into yours, discontented.

"'s not m-my fault," you retort, shuddering at the feeling of his warm length practically splitting you open, your body screaming at you to roll your hips against his hard-on just once.

"i know, but it's sad to see they think they have a chance."

he shifts in his seat, forcing his dick even deeper into your already stretched cunt, forcing a sharp hitch in your breath.

"v-vivi, can i p-please move-" "not until you reply to every single one."

he steadies his firm grip on your hips, his touch tantalizingly teasing and it pulls an exasperated scoff from you, irritated at his logic. "cumm'on, t's not my faul-"

he uses his raw strength and lifts you gently, forcing you to bounce on his thick girth, a faint smirk creeping onto his lips at how easily he'd shut you up. "h-haah, viviaann," you squeal, embarrassed at both the position and how quick you were about to reach your climax.

"can't jus' wait," he hisses, his lip caught between his teeth as he processes the pleasure of you sinking down on him, still ensuring you were in a comfortable position.

"fine, bounce on my dick all you want, needy thing."

and he scoffs upon seeing it firsthand, how lewd the act is. your pretty tits bouncing as you stifle your adorable mewls at how much of a struggle it is to have him fill you up fully.

just like it wasn't your fault you were gaining attention from creeps, it wasn't his fault he was so damn big!

• nagi seishiro

you end up sucking nagi off in a feeble attempt to get him to forgive you.

you gag around his sheer length the first time he's all the way in. apart from his length, how thick it was was a whole other issue.

tears prick at the edges of your crinkled eyes and although he seems unfazed as he watches you, you can tell he finds it hilarious from the subtle quirk tugging at a corner of his mouth.

he stared as if you were some leisurely sight he'd see walking across a street a random monday— it was so demeaning!

"c-can't y'take me deeper, baby?" he teases, thumb slipping beneath your jawline to trace along it tenderly.

you can only muster a muffled hum, shaking your head desperately, eyes squeezed shut at the pressure of his tip against your throat, prompting a tear to run down your cheek.

not too long after, you have his cum messily coating your pretty lips and your throat sore from the amount of times his leaky tip pressed flush against it.

you release his member from the warm walls of your mouth with a distinct 'pop!', insisting you can't take any more, batting your tear-ridden lashes up at him, assuming he'll take pity on you.

until he buries his fingers in your hair, forcing your head back down to take all of him again, showing you no mercy.

you can only whine, aware he wouldn't let you pull away no matter how hard you cried or begged.

he thrusts his cock in and out of your hollowed cheeks, low grunts slipping past his lips.

"don'care, y-you're mine, i'll do whatever i wan' with you."

eventually, he does end up forgiving you, for the sole reason you'd gave him a titjob, giving him the chance to marvel in his deepest fantasies.

"l-like this, s-sei?" "mhhm, j-just like that," he murmurs, thoroughly mesmerised.

• alexis ness

he's jerking off with you in front of him, having forced you to play with your pussy without lending you a hand, knowing it'd frustrate you.

breathy groans fall past his lips, accompanied by the tiniest whimpers every time he flicks his thumb over his drooling tip.

"f-faster," he urges, not missing a second of the glint of annoyance showing in your eyes, unwillingly speeding up. the sensation barely got to you anymore, well aware if the fingers were his much larger ones instead you'd come much easier.

"i-i don't under- nghh, -stand, l-lex- why can't we jus' f-fuck?" you mutter. it was a measly attempt to seem innocent, but both of you knew what you'd done.

"b-because, s-sweetheart, that'd be- hngh! g-giving you what you want- 'n-" he pauses, breath hitching as he closes in on his release, bottom lip caught between his teeth, gnawing on it harshly as he attempts to muffle his sounds. "-n you've been a bad girl today, haven't you?"

even after he's splurt his cum all over your face, painting it such a pretty picture, you still seem oh so unimpressed.

it makes his jaw clench, how bratty you're acting. here he is, trying his hardest to stay somewhat sane with you in front of him, licking his seed clean off of your lips, yet you dare act naive?

he tugs you up roughly, pressing you up against the nearest wall, shoving his fingers deep into your aching slick with a lack of warning, pulling a sharp whine from you.

he curls them just right, then pulls away the second you dare try cum. he repeats the process until you're reduced to nothing but desperate pleads and whines, a sadistic smile growing on his lips with each and every one.

"not yet, lovely," he taunts, his voice sickeningly sweet. "i-it's been- sniff, -s-so long, p-pleaasee!"

"not till you learn to obey, mhm?"

© chiffonbunni

a/n: i'm so sleepy i just needed to get something out, i hope this is delicious enough, lovelies ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

[evanescece]

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hihi everyone i have another blog @saesighs js to talk to u guys my moots and jist to share a bit more about myself !! goooo check it out follow it if you would like!! i’m also most likely to follow u back!!

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ּ֯ . ❥ ּ֯ ┆꒰ how’s it like having sex with them while having a shy personality ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ꒱ 〜 ♯ ⋮ 𝄞 new gen 11 × shy gf ༉ .ᐟ ★ 18+

SAE ITOSHI ୨୧

your face was buried into a pillow while sae was thrusting deep inside of you.

you weren’t good at making eye contact and would easily get frustrated. that’s why you always buried your face onto a pillow no matter what. but unfortunately sae was really tired of it— all he wanted to see was his pretty princess get destroyed by him.

"look at me," sae commands, his voice low and demanding as he thrusts deeper, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches to pull your face up from the pillow. his eyes burn with possessive intensity, refusing to let you hide anymore. "i said look at me, princess. let me see those pretty eyes as i ruin you."

you whimper and tried to turn away, your cheeks flushing bright red as you bury your face back into the pillow. sae's hand tightens around your hip possessively, his thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic as he grows frustrated. "don't hide from me," he growls, his free hand reaching around to grab your chin firmly.

he forces your face up, making you look at him. your eyes are glassy with tears and pleasure, lips parted in a silent whimper. sae breathes heavily, watching your reaction. "there she is," he murmurs, his thumb stroking your cheek while his hips roll, hitting that spot inside you that makes you shriek. "my good little princess."

you clench around him, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying out. sae smirks, leaning down to capture your lips in a rough, possessive kiss. "no hiding," he whispers against your mouth, teeth grazing your bottom lip before biting down.

he pulls back slightly, watching your face as he thrusts deeper, slower, drawing out every sensation. your face scrunches up in pleasure as he hits that perfect spot inside of you. you're practically vibrating with the force of it. he breaks the kiss and moves to your neck, marking you with deep love bites. "shh, i know you like it,"

you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as a wave of pleasure crashes through you. your legs start to get weak beneath you, unable to hold up your body.

"look at how pretty you look like this," sae watches you with a darkened gaze, his movements becoming more deliberate, almost cruel in how he's grinding into you.

your eyes flutter shut instinctively and sae growls low in response. "eyes open. now." his hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "i want to watch you fall apart on my cock, princess." his thumb brushes across your trembling bottom lip as he picks up his pace.

a broken sob tears from your throat as he snaps his hips forward relentlessly. you struggle to keep your eyes open, your vision blurring with tears of overstimulation as he forces you to maintain eye contact. every thrust drags a desperate cry from your lips, your body completely at his will.

"good girl," sae breathes out, his voice dripping with arrogance and affection.

he keeps his hand firmly on your jaw, ensuring you can't look away even as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. tears spill over your lashes, streaking down your heated cheeks. "so beautiful when you cry for me," he murmurs, his hips slamming into yours with punishing precision. "taking me so fucking well, princess." your body trembles violently, completely surrendering to his rhythm.

your back arches off the bed as your climax hits suddenly—blinding white and overwhelming. a high, desperate cry escapes your lips, completely breaking through your usual restraint. your inner walls clamp down hard around him, your vision flickering white.

sae watches your face with dark, almost predatory satisfaction. his thumb rubs your swollen bottom lip. "there it is."

maybe after all, making simple eye contact with sae wasn’t so bad.

HUGO VIVIAN ୨୧

asking hugo to simple pleasure you, wasn’t something you’d easily ask.

you really been needing him after days of him simply going out due to his soccer games or training. but you’re just so easily nervous when it came to ask him about something, and that question was part from the list. so when he came home that day from training— you looked at him with those big beautiful eyes, body sorta trembling.

but hugo recognized that look immediately. the trembling bottom lip, the wide, glassy eyes that practically screamed desperation—he knew you needed him. it was the specific look you got when you’d gone days without his attention, overwhelmed by your own nervousness and too shy to voice what you wanted.

he dropped his gym bag instantly by the door, kicking his shoes off without breaking eye contact.

because thankfully, hugo knew your body language every time.

"come here," he said softly, already moving towards the couch. he knew exactly what you needed before you even asked. those days apart took their toll on you, and he could see it in the way you fidgeted with your fingers, the way you wouldn't look up at him.

he didn't make you speak. he knew asking you to form words would only make that nervous trembling worse. instead, he simply pulled you between his legs, letting you bury your face in his neck. it was immediate safety—a silent signal that you didn't have to ask, didn't have to stutter or explain yourself. he understood perfectly.

so when your clothes and his were off, your shyness became more apparent.

you tried to hide under the sheets. your shoulders pressed in, legs curled tight, body instinctively protecting itself from view. it was an awkward, desperate attempt to become small—to disappear.

but hugo wasn't going to let you hide. not from him. not from this. "don't," he murmured, his voice a quiet command. not harsh, just firm.

he reached over, gently peeling the duvet back until you were completely bare before him, exposing every inch of you that you tried so desperately to conceal. the cool air hit your flushed skin, making a soft, breathy whimper slip past your lips and your legs instinctively try to clamp together.

"none of that," hugo whispered, catching your knees before they could lock.

his big athletic body moved gracefully between your legs. he spread them wider, his large hands gently pressing against your inner thighs to keep them open. he knew exposing you like this made you spike, but he needed you spread before him—needed to see every secret part of you.

the mere touch of his fingers, even just the gentle pressure on your skin as he held you open, made you tense up completely. your hips curled away from him, your whole body tensing as if you were preparing to run. it was an instinctive, almost feral rejection born from self-consciousness.

"stay still," he said, not quite demanding. it was a quiet observation.

he leaned down, his breath hot against your core. you felt his thumbs tracing along your exposed folds, opening you just a fraction more—not for his pleasure, but purely to give him better access. not a single word passed between you; none were needed. his actions spoke volumes.

and then his tongue made contact.

you couldn't help it. a sharp gasp escaped you, your hands flying up to clutch the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric so tightly your knuckles turned white. that soft, wet contact—it was almost too much. your body was alive and responsive despite how much you wanted to disappear.

he didn't push. he just tasted, but slowly.

your breath hitched as his tongue traced slow, deliberate circles against your most sensitive spot. he wasn't attacking you or trying to drive you crazy. he was just savoring you. like you were something precious and delicious. and that terrified you almost as much as it pleased you.

the wet-warm pressure made your hips jerk involuntarily. you tried to stop yourself, to curl inward, but his fingers were on your inner thighs, holding you steady. no escape. your legs only shook weakly under his weight.

his nose brushed against you, a soft, intimate gesture that made your chest tight. he wasn't rushing, wasn't demanding any response from you.

he just explored you. his tongue flicked out to trace your seam, then circled your clit gently, like he was studying something delicate and rare. your clit pulsed, starting to leak with a life of its own. hugo drank those first drops eagerly, making a quiet, satisfied sound that vibrated against your sensitive flesh.

get you a man just like hugo who’s understanding in your body language.

MICHAEL KAISER ୨୧

michael hated whenever you covered your mouth while he was fucking you.

the reason why was because you hated the way you sounded. it felt embarrassed and since you have a really shy personality, it made seem like you were making weird noises after all.

he watched you muffle your whimpers against your palm, his pupils dilating with anger and frustration. he knew you were embarrassed, but that didn't mean he was going to make it easy for you. in fact, he was going to make it harder. he pulled out slowly, making you whimper louder.

"no," he growled, his voice low and vibrating against your chest. before you could react, his large hand clamped around your wrist, tearing your hand away from your mouth and pinning it firmly into the mattress beside your head.

"i told you about that," he warned, his hips snapping forward harshly, forcing a loud, broken cry from your throat.

your whimpers became loud, needy cries, bouncing off the walls and filling the room. michael knew you were mortified, but fuck if he was going to let you hide those cute sounds. he was going to make sure you heard yourself, loudly and clearly.

he leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he spoke, each word punctuating a deliberate thrust. "there it is. your pretty little voice. you sound so fucking good, baby."

he increased the pace, intentionally hitting that spot deep inside that made your toes curl and your back arch. your sounds grew more uncontrolled—high, breathless, desperate—exactly what he wanted.

"that's it," he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he listened to your uninhibited noises. he loved how raw and honest they were—how you couldn't fake or hold back when he was fucking you like this.

he captured your mouth in a brutal kiss, swallowing your cries as he pounded into you relentlessly. his hand left your wrist to grip your thigh, lifting it higher and spreading you wider. the new angle made you scream into his mouth, the sound muffled but no less loud or desperate.

he swallowed every high-pitched noise you made, refusing to let you hide a single thing. your shame melted away under his overwhelming dominance, replaced by pure, desperate pleasure. your moans turned into broken sobs, shamelessly loud and beautifully wrecked, echoing in the room exactly how michael wanted them. he wasn't letting you be shy anymore. not tonight.

you shattered around him with a broken, keening wail that tore through the room—high and desperate and nothing like the soft sounds he knew you wanted to make. your walls clamped down on him like a vice, trembling as the orgasm ripped through you again and again.

michael groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt you squeeze him impossibly tight.

"there it is," he growled against your lips, still chasing his own release. "that's the sound i want to hear every fucking time."

he fucked you through your orgasm relentlessly, draining every last drop until you were sobbing, your voice hoarse and wrecked. when he finally came, he buried himself deep, grinding your hips into the mattress as he emptied himself inside you.

DON LORENZO ୨୧

you absolutely hated when you felt lorenzo cold golden grills while he ate you out.

not because it was cold and you flinched every time. but because you felt awkward whenever you two made eye contact— you weren’t a good person when it came to hold simple eye contact.

his lips and tongue work expertly between your legs, golden grills glinting in the dim light as he holds eye contact—those dark purple eyes locking onto yours with predatory intensity. the cold metal brushes against your sensitive skin, making you gasp and squirm, hips bucking involuntarily against his mouth.

he slows down just enough to watch your reaction, those golden teeth catching the light as his tongue traces a slow circle. the contrast—hot breath, cold metal—makes you see stars. he notices you looking away, the way your gaze darts to the ceiling, the wall, anywhere but at him. a low chuckle rumbles against your folds. "eyes on me, amore."

you immediately squeeze your eyes shut, breaking the rule because holding eye contact while he does this feels physically impossible. your thighs tremble, trying to clamp around his head, trying desperately to hide somewhere from that heavy, predatory stare. the cold metal of his grills slides against your clit again, making you jolt and whimper.

his tongue drags flat across your clit, the gold scraping just enough to make you gasp. your face burns—not just from pleasure, but from the sheer embarrassment of having him this close, this intimately, and you can't even look at him. you're painfully shy about this stuff, especially when it involves him.

he pulls back slightly, his tongue hovering just over your hole as he waits. you're so focused on not looking at him that you don't notice his hand gently gripping your hip, holding you in place. the silence stretches, filled with your shallow breaths and the cold metal against your skin. "look at me when i eat you out, cariño."

your face burns hotter, a bright flush spreading down your neck and chest. the thought of watching him—seeing the golden glint against your most private parts while maintaining eye contact—is mortifyingly overwhelming. you press your hands over your eyes, shaking your head frantically, your entire body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and bashfulness. "i-i can't... it’s embarrassing..."

his warm, rough hands gently pull your hands away from your face, revealing your tear-streaked, beet-red cheeks and wide, pleading eyes. he leans down, his face hovering right above your pussy as he speaks, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shivers through you. "nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart."

he pauses, his breath ghosting over your folds as he waits for you to meet his gaze. the room is silent except for your shaky breaths and the distant hum of the city outside. you're terrified of meeting his eyes, of seeing the desire and focus there, so you stare at the ceiling instead. "look at me, por favor."

you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, your thighs pressing together around his head in an unsuccessful attempt to hide.

you hear him chuckle darkly against your skin before his nose presses between your folds. "you gonna watch me make you cum, or do i have to tape your eyes open?"

your mouth falls open, face completely hot with embarrassment. the thought is obscene, completely outside of anything you could've imagined, and you don't even want to consider the possibility.

your whole body stiffens, and you pull away, trying to sit up."d-don't joke about that... that's—" he immediately catches your hips and pins you back down effortlessly, preventing you from escaping. his expression is soft but dominant, recognizing exactly how shy and overwhelmed you get.

"not joking, mi vida."

he taps your nose gently with one finger."either you keep your pretty eyes open and look at me, or i tie them open." the tone says he absolutely will.

BUNNY IGLESIAS ୨୧

your hands gripped against bunny’s shoulder while slowly riding him.

your breath hitches, looking away in awkwardness and embarrassment. you hated riding him because you always felt awkward when it came face to face with his beautiful face.

bunny's jaw tightened, his fingers digging slightly into your hips as he felt you squirm. he noticed how you refused to meet his gaze, your eyes darting everywhere but at him.

"look at me baby," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, though there was a hint of amusement underneath. his hips stuttered upward, testing your rhythm, disrupting your awkward pace.

you let out a small gasp as his hips jerked upward, breaking your concentration. your eyes snapped to his face briefly before darting away again. bunny's expression softened slightly, his thumb brushing over your hip in a gentle caress. "come on, you can do better than this,"

he watched as you avoided his gaze, his expression turning into one of slight frustration. he gripped your hips harder, lifting you up slightly before pulling you back down onto his lap, his length filling you completely.

he groaned softly at the feeling, his eyes closing briefly before opening again to find you still looking away.

"eyes on me," he demanded, his voice dropping an octave. he hated how shy you were getting during these moments, how you always seemed to be apologizing or acting awkwardly. he wanted you to enjoy this, to feel good, to connect with him.

bunny's eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and desire. he knew you were trying, but your self-consciousness was killing the mood. he hated seeing you so uncomfortable during something meant to be pleasurable.

without warning, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down hard against him.

you cried out at the sudden pressure, your eyes finally locking onto his. bunny's gaze held you captive, dark and intense, watching every flicker of your expression with possessive satisfaction. he didn't let you move, keeping you pressed flush against his chest, still seated deep inside you.

"there you are," he breathed against your lips, a smirk tugging at his mouth.

he started lifting you up and down on his length, his strong arms doing all the work. he knew you were self-conscious, so he decided to take control. he watched your face closely, his eyes trailing from your lips to your cheeks, which were flushed a beautiful pink.

"mmn..." a broken whimpered spilled from your lips as he easily manhandled your weight. the friction was overwhelming, and your head tipped forward against his shoulder, hiding your burning face in the crook of his neck.

bunny didn't stop, his rhythm steady and deep, forcing those little sounds out of you. he chuckled low in his throat, the vibration rumbling against your chest.

"shh," bunny soothed, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he continued to move you up and down. he knew you were feeling shy and awkward, and he wanted to reassure you.

his voice was gentle when he spoke again, "you're doing so well, sweetheart. just feel it."

your cheeks burned hotter, burying your face completely against his neck. you hated how exposed you felt, relying completely on him because your embarrassment kept you from taking initiative yourself.

bunny didn't mind in the slightest. he bounced you steadily on his lap, swallowing your soft, overwhelmed sounds with affection, murmuring sweet praises into your hair. "good girl. just let me handle it."

your body stiffened, a quiet, sharp sound escaping your throat. your grip on his shoulders tightened painfully, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt as a tight, helpless gasp caught in your chest. your whole body trembled, your hips hitching up in a helpless rhythm that you couldn't control.

your face was hot—too hot. you immediately turned away, hiding your expression.

bunny felt your muscles spasm around him, your body going rigid before melting into a complete, helpless tremble against his chest. he immediately slowed his pace, guiding you gently through the aftershocks rather than chasing his own high, his hands rubbing soothing circles up and down your spine.

"shh, i've got you," he murmured softly, pressing kisses to your sweaty temple.

JULIAN LOKI ୨୧

you always felt unsure whenever you and loki were in the missionary position.

one because you hated that feeling whenever his eye roamed against your body, two because you didn’t know either to look at him or something else, three because you become super stiff.

"look at me, love." he said softly, his hands gently framing your face to make you meet his gaze. he kissed you deeply and slowly, trying to relax you and make you focus on him instead of your insecurities. his hips moved gently against yours, setting a slow rhythm.

your breath hitched and you couldn't help but let out a soft whimper as his tongue tangled with yours. he continued kissing you slowly, his hips moving in a slow grind against yours.

his hands slid down to your hips, holding you in place and keeping the slow pace.

"mmh..." he hummed against your lips, the sound vibrating through your chest as he swallowed the small noises escaping you. he broke the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his yellowish eyes locking onto yours, refusing to let you look away.

the slow, deliberate roll of his hips was intoxicating, grounding you in the sensation and eliminating any chance for your mind to wander.

"keep your eyes on me," lokis voice dropped to a whispers, his fingers digging into your hips possessively. he could feel you starting to relax underneath him, your body responding to his slow, deep thrusts. the sight of you looking at him with those innocent doe eyes was driving him wild.

"there," he murmured softly, watching your face as it slowly unclenched. the tension leaving your shoulders and your body, your hips even slightly tilting up to meet his. a faint smirk ghosted across his lips.

"that's it, love." he praised gently, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. "you're doing perfectly well." his pace remained steady, measured.

your reaction was adorable. you blushed deeply at his praise, your eyes softening even more. your hips moved with his, matching his rhythm perfectly. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. loki smiled against your neck, pressing soft kisses there. "good girl,"

the praise sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through your veins, making your toes curl against his back. you felt yourself melting completely into the mattress, your body no longer stiff but pliant and responsive under his touch. your arms hesitantly slid up to wrap around his shoulders, your fingers tangling into his dark hair as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

he felt the shift in you, the way your body finally surrendered to the moment. a low, pleased sound rumbled in his chest. his grip on your hips tightened slightly, steering you into a more rhythmic pace, more deliberate in its slowness.

he pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips barely brushing your skin. "there you are,"

your body felt foreign and sensitive in the best way, every touch sending sparks through your nerves. you couldn't help but whimper softly against his neck, your legs tightening around him. he was taking his time, making love to you slowly and gently until all your insecurities evaporated.

your breathing quickened, the slow, deliberate movements sending you closer to the edge. you could feel your walls clenching around him, your body trembling beneath his. you tried to pull back slightly, the unfamiliar feeling overwhelming you, but his grip on your hips remained firm.

"no," he murmured against your ear, his voice a warning. "don't hide from me."

your eyes squeezed shut, your back arching off the mattress as the coil in your stomach snapped tight. a broken cry tore from your throat, your body trembling violently as your orgasm crashed over you. loki didn't stop his slow, torturous rhythm, working you through it, his hand stroking your hair as you shattered beneath him.

"that's it," he praised softly.

you couldn't breathe, couldn't think—just feel him inside you as you rode out the waves. your legs trembled around his waist, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

he slowed his pace even more, prolonging your climax, milking every shudder from your body. "look at me," he commanded softly, knowing you'd try to hide your face in the aftermath.

your eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense green gaze. he was watching you come undone beneath him, his expression a mix of satisfaction and raw desire. his hips continued their slow, gentle motion, drawing out the pleasure until you were completely spent, your body boneless and limp beneath him.

a soft, exhausted whimper escaped your lips, your body finally going completely pliant against the mattress. your fingers uncurled from his shoulders, trembling as they slid down to rest weakly on his chest.

loki slowed to a gentle halt, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his thumb stroking your cheek as he watched the last aftershocks ripple through you. "good girl,"

[evanescece]

WHAT THE HELL NO WAY I'M SO JEALOUS.😢😢😢🤬🤬🤬

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i havent come to terms with it because once i came back from anime expo i started BAWLING so much cuz i did not believe that happened DUDE OMG Nomura is so fine shit though omg

[evanescece]

a little lore drop for today but i actually just met Kaneshiro and Nomura at Anime Expo today 😭😭 also i play a trivia sports anime game with Rins English Va, Otoyas English Va, and Sendous english va ✌️✌️✌️ Cece random lore drop omg

[valentinesxoxo]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲’𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 ! ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

the first time your fingers absentmindedly traced one of the thin scars crossing the back of tamsy's hand, he looked at you with clear confusion, tilting his head as though he couldn't understand what you were doing.

"what?" he asked, his voice carrying that usual playful smile, but you only hummed and continued following the faded line with the tip of your finger. "nothing," you replied softly. "i just like them."

that answer earned you an even stranger look, because out of everything someone could compliment, he never expected it to be the marks left behind by old injuries.

after that, it slowly became a habit you didn't even realize you had.

whenever the two of you sat together during quiet moments, your hand would naturally find his, your fingertips lazily tracing every scar you could find without a single word.

sometimes it was the pale lines running across his knuckles, other times it was the older marks hidden beneath his sleeves, your touch slow and careful as if you were reading a story written across his skin. you never asked how he got them.

you never made him explain. you simply followed each scar with gentle curiosity, treating them like they were just another part of him worth knowing.

at first, tamsy would tease you for it. "you're strange, you know that?" he'd laugh, watching your focused expression while you ignored him completely. "most people pretend they don't see them." you'd only shrug, still tracing another faded mark across his wrist. "i see them," you answered.

"they're yours." the simplicity of your response always left him unusually quiet, even if he quickly covered it with another grin or some sarcastic comment.

eventually, he stopped questioning it altogether.

whenever he noticed your hand reaching toward his, he'd simply turn his palm over without thinking, silently letting you continue your little habit. sometimes he'd rest his chin in his hand and watch you with an unreadable expression, wondering why something he had long stopped caring about fascinated you so much.

you never seemed bothered by the rough texture beneath your fingertips. if anything, you handled each scar with so much care that it almost made them feel less like old wounds and more like pieces of a life that had carried him to where he was now.

on the rare days when he came back exhausted and quieter than usual, you didn't ask what had happened. you simply sat beside him, slipped your hand into his, and traced the familiar lines across his skin like you always did.

after a few minutes, his shoulders would slowly loosen, and the tension he'd been carrying all day seemed to melt away.

he never admitted it out loud, but those silent moments became something he quietly looked forward to, because somehow your gentle touch reminded him that someone could look at every scar he carried and still hold his hand just as warmly as before.

[chiffonbunni]

can i come over and stack donuts on it? ۶ৎ

꒰ summary ꒱; you ask blue lock boys if you can stack donuts on it (referring to that one old trend) (i know im late) (don't flame me)

꒰ content ꒱; crack, sexual jokes

꒰ featuring ꒱; isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, rin itoshi, bunny iglesias, hugo vivian, sae itoshi, alexis ness, michael kaiser (all aged up!)

© chiffonbunni

a/n: this has been rotting in my drafts so i just decided to post it 😭

[evanescece]

hai my honeybunch of joy 😋

HIIIII BABEEEEEEE I’m so freaking obsessed w your works omg 😩😩😩

[evanescece]

how u feeling my goat my g my something alpha term

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IM FEELING PRETTY HAPPYYYY i finished so many anime’s i’ve started and i have so many blue lock pop ups i get to go to in my city next week SO IM PRETTY HYPEEE even though i’m barely healing from being sick 🥲🥲🥲🥲 thabks for asking !!!💗💗

[evanescece]

i hav the worst migraine ever

[evanescece]

gen think I'd die without Tumblr... omg if Tumblr went down I don't think I could ever read on any other site again. like wattpad maybe but ao3.. idk I js have beef with ao3 it's so... it's like the people defending a fandom with their life like shipper level but ao3... 😢😢they're so scary

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Omg i tried ao3 it’s jist not for me 😭😭😭 but i still have an account 🫰🫰

[evanescece]

i think im addicted to bllk fics like how ppl are addicted to drugs like i feel like im going thru a withdrawal if i dont read more... how do i stop this sos sos sos😿😿

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LMFAOAOAOAO this is literally me omg i literally always have to login to tumblr everysingleday to read WHEREVER i’m at

[bloomflix]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ dilf! bunny iglesias knows he shouldn’t feel this way—especially not towards the woman taking care of his precious daughter…

but he really, really likes you, the new babysitter. his little girl means the world to him—even if her mother is out of the picture and all the love he had for her replaced itself with utter hatred.

he has a little condo in barcelona where he lives with his kid, just the two of them since his little girl’s been less than a year old. but with that, comes issues regarding her mother. sometimes, he doesn’t know how to really answer her questions about her mom.

questions like: “why did mami leave? does she not love me? does mami have another kid she loves more than me?” got him, and it hurt him to say anything, so he just said that hopefully another better and prettier ‘mami’ will come, and not another elderly nanny that he’s always gotten for her.

truth be told, he’s grateful for the nannies he’s hired as they help with his daughter, but he can’t help but wish for someone to stick around with more commitment—for his daughter and for him.

but fuck, the moment you entered their lives, it was like the world turned a little brighter. you were just so… amazing.

you had been recommended to him by the previous nanny, who had to take a leave to take care of her husband in hospice, and introduced you as one of her nieces. you barely graduated college—babysitting to pay off loans and have a little boost on your resume for experience in ‘hospitality and communications’.

and the moment you showed up, bunny felt his mouth go dry. you had the cutest little summer dress; puffy little sleeves, nicely fitting, long, flowy skirt—and that damn cleavage… bunny was no pervert by any means, but jesus you looked good as hell. you always did—wearing similar dresses in that fashion. even his daughter referred to you as “la señora que se ve como princesa”. [the lady who looks like a princess].

but he hired you because of your kindness. his daughter was spoiled…a bit too much. and you were able to handle her attitude and behavior without even raising your voice—something he himself can’t do.

he even caught his daughter call you ‘mami’ by accident, and he swore he almost lost it.

you baked treats occasionally, sang little lullabies to her that knocked her out, treated his little girl with such gentleness and kindness. you even showed up to parent events if he couldn’t make it—and his daughter never complained once.

but he can notice things. he isn’t dumb. you’re kind to his daughter…but to bunny, you seemed different.

he can notice the way you purposely began wearing slightly provocative clothing the moment he dropped that he had no wife. you still looked modest, sure, but when you bent down or crossed your arms…jesus, your tits looked amazing.

how whenever you were given any food that required sucking and licking like a lolly or a cupcake, you’d do it with direct eye contact with him. then how you’d have a habit of staring at…his crotch when he’d wear sweatpants or tight fitting pants. and that was all the time.

then you’d avoid eye contact when he did look back.

he’s bunny iglesias; he was literally named ‘sexiest man alive’ last year; of course he can tell you’re into him.

and the final straws? you just had to suck on the ice lolly he gave you with such intensity while staring straight at him and making some crude joke about being a virgin. then “oh! i’m so sorry, sir!”

and then before his little daughter fell asleep to his bedtime story, she stopped him from leaving, asking if you were going to be her new ‘mami’… fuck. you really have such a damn effect on him.

“s-sir—! not s-so rough!” he laid you on the couch, immediately going down on you the moment his daughter went to sleep upstairs.

bunny smiled, placing his index on your quivering lips. “shhh, wouldn’t wanna wake her up. keep quiet, okay?”

oh he was torturous—absolutely mean and slow with it. he had you in some type of missionary prone-bone, putting his weight against you while you took his cock with your legs wrapped around his waist. you were so fucking tight, wrapping around his fat cock like a vice.

“mmm—f-fuck!” you were so fucking loud too—and not even your voice rather your damn cunt. all bunny had to do was talk and you were instantly soaking wet down there. your panties were clinging onto your labia by the time he even got to attempt foreplay.

but it was worth it; it was better than anything you could’ve even imagined. you yourself knew bunny iglesias—one of the most famous people in spain—hell, the whole world. never in your dreams did you think you were gonna be fucked by him.

then when he switched positions? jesus, it felt like he went deeper; he kneeled, angling your hips upward on him. you had to bite your lower lip from stopping yourself from whining. he had you in such an embarrassing manner: your tits spilling out of your dress, skirt lifted all the way to your ribs and face insanely hot.

“awh, no llores, preciosa. c’mon, honey. come for me, please?” [don’t cry, dear] he pinched your clit, rubbing it and causing your legs to squeeze his waist.

oh, he was so domineering, it was insane. he was insane. he kept fucking you like that in that position for some time—

only bunny iglesias could fuck you in that damn position for various amount of time, still jackhammering into you and bringing you to tears without it getting boring.

oh he knew it was over the moment you pulled him down, adjusting yourself so that you’d be straddling him on the couch, and aligning his cock to your overflowing hole.

“why don’t we give her a cute little sibling, yeah?”

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MY MAN IS BACK IN THE MANGA YAYAYAYAY also this is a #repost nyehehehe

masterlist <3

[evanescece]

guys i’m going to anime expo ITS MY FIRST CON EVERRR i’m so excited