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need sae pent up from being away for football too long and he goes feral on us when he returns.
im talking, seeing us post in cunty outfits to hangout with our friends and not being able to do anything, randomly having a wet dream about us but again he can't do anything about it. and it all drove him crazy and all the more eager to see us again...if ykwim😋
SAW YOU IN MY DREAMS
SYNOPSIS: After being away for so long and seeing all of your teasing pictures, Sae’s sexual frustrations become too much
WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, masturbation, p in v, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, ass play, double penetration (kind of), unprotected sex (pls wrap it), cream pie, reader discussed to have female anatomy, dom!sae, sub!reader, yearning sae 🥹
AUTHOR’S NOTE: sae🤤🤤 thank you for requesting, this prompt is actually beautiful
Sae had been in Spain for two months now, practicing everyday and barely getting moments to himself. When he did get some time he spent it on the phone with you, trying to catch up on all of the lost time. Leaving you behind wasn’t his favorite thing but it was the most obvious choice, he couldn’t have any distractions while attempting to become the best midfielder.
Just one more week and he’d be able to see you, be able to take you out to all of those new spots you mentioned, be able to actually hold you in his arms again, be able to finally feel at peace.
But for you, that week was your last chance to enjoy your freedom. You love Sae, more than anything in the world, and of course you miss him, but being able to go out with friends every other night was a blessing. The curse was coming home to an empty bed, but at least you could postpone that feeling by staying out late.
Your friends made it a habit to take pictures of one another in your stunning outfits, showing out for each other. The pictures were gorgeous, so obviously you posted at least one every time you went out.
You always went out in the most beautiful low cut dresses, ones that hugged your figure just right, and don’t get your friends started on the way they shaped your ass. You knew what you were doing posting pictures of yourself posing from behind, peering over your shoulder to show both your butt and face. Even if Sae rarely used instagram and didn’t see the pictures, it was still your way of teasing him a bit.
What you didn’t expect was for him to go through your feed one night when he was missing your presence the most, seeing the pictures you were posting of yourself. He could look at them all day, you were the epitome of beauty to him. You also were the one person to get him going, as well as the only person who could get him off. His hand wouldn’t be as good as you, but he still tried anyways.
He scrolled through old highlights, seeing you and your friends together at clubs and imagined you were next to him, that his calloused hands were your soft ones shifting up and down his cock.
It wasn’t enough, he couldn’t even cum without you here. Sae felt like a middle school boy going through puberty with how badly his erection ached.
You were going to kill Sae Itoshi before he even got his hands on you.
Then, as if it couldn’t get worse, he had the nastiest wet dream about you. He had you pinned to the bed, pounding into you from behind, one of his hands gripping the back of your neck. Your moans sounded like music to his ears, he never knew how much he missed you crying out his name until now. But, just as he was about to cum he woke up. Sae let out a tired groan and tried to go back to sleep, but his pulsing cock was irritating him so badly.
God he needed to see you.
Three days later he was finally coming home. You had cleaned up the house for his arrival, also taking initiative to pick up his favorite dinner. You were ready to have a night in, catching up with your boyfriend, but Sae had other plans.
As soon as he unlocked the door to your apartment, you jumped off the living room couch and hopped over to the door, awaiting his entrance. He pushed the door open and all you could notice were the bags under his eyes. Had he not slept well? Poor thing!
You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I missed you, baby.”
See stood there for a moment, taking in your presence before leaning down to ravish on your lips. His hands found themselves around your waist as he deepened the kiss, not daring to let go of you.
You pulled away to breathe but he abruptly pulled you back in, not sparing even a second.
“S-Sae,” you try to move but he doesn’t let you, tightening his grip even more. After a few minutes he finally lets go of you, “Been wanting to do that for a while.”
Your pupils are blown wide as you stare back at his bored ones. “Y-yeah I think I could tell, did you miss me that much?” He scoffs at your tease, “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” But he leans in again, this time whispering something in your ear.
“Bedroom. Now.”
His words had hunger behind them, like if you disobeyed there would be hell to pay. “But the food is going to get cold, I picked up your favorite.” The pout on your face was making it even harder for Sae to contain himself, instead of trying to fight you, he just grabbed your wrist and pulled you there himself. There was no way he was letting you be a brat tonight.
Sae pinned you to the bed, immediately targeting your neck. He was biting and sucking everywhere, marking you up so everyone would know that you were his. You ran your fingers through his hair, only turning him on more.
He used his knee to split your legs open and that’s when you felt his hard cock poking your abdomen through his sweatpants. You had no clue of the effect you had over him. He let go of your neck and started undressing you quickly.
“Sae slow down!” your voice can’t be heard by him anymore, he is too focused on burying himself in you after so long. “Shut up,” he growls while throwing your shirt across the bedroom, making quick work of your bra as well. You paw at his shirt but he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, “you’re going to be a good girl and only do what I say, okay?”
His tone is almost condescending, but you ignore it, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t as turned on as him right now. He sinks his hand down into the waistband of your lounge shorts, circling your clothed clit. You bite down on your lip, more sensitive than usual due to how long it has been since you were last touched there.
Amusement wells up in Sae’s eyes, “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” You let go of your lip and small whimpers fall out, “n-no I—ngh”
Sae pinched the bundle of nerves, leaving it impossible for you to think. “Use your words, it’s pathetic you’re acting like this from some over the clothes touching.”
You fight back the urge to punch him for that, and get out the words you’ve been wanting to say. “No—i’ve been a g-good girl for you.” Your words make Sae let out a small smirk. Deciding he had enough teasing you, he pulls down your shorts and underwear in one tug. You flinch at the feeling of the cold air hitting you, your cunt already drooling. “So wet f’me,” Sae stared at the slick running down your pussy to your ass.
“Get on all fours,” he commands, not giving out a second to think before grabbing your waist and flipping you on your stomach. Out of instinct, you arched your back just right for him, giving him the perfect angle of your ass.
He collects your arousal on his fingers and pushes two inside of your cunt without warning. The moan you let out is needy, your hole sucking his fingers so good. “Your pussy missed me, what a slut,” Sae spits out while fucking his fingers in and out of you without letting you adjust.
“M-More, fuck, Saeee,” your cries get louder and he scissors his fingers in you, trying to stretch you out a bit before you take him. Just as he curls up into your g-spot he stops, leaving you whining. Sae pulls out his fingers and just looks at the mess he made of your cunt before pressing his chest to your back and grabbing your chin, and making you look back at him. “Open.” You listen to him and open your mouth only for him to shove the fingers he fucked into you in your mouth. You lick them clean, the taste of yourself making you moan. “Disgusting,” Sae murmurs, but his eyes tell another story. He can’t stop staring at the way you suck his fingers so obediently. He realizes right then he can’t take anymore.
He pulls his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out, after being pent up for so long it hurt to even touch. Sae winced at the air hitting it, a low groan leaving his quiet lips. Again, without warning he shoved his entire length inside of you. The scream you let out was loud, loud enough that the neighbors would definitely complain the next day.
But none of it mattered in the moment, all you could think about was how good the burn from the stretch felt, and how badly you wanted to cum. After a moment to let you take in the feeling of his whole cock, Sae began to thrust in and out, immediately going at a godly speed. He leaned over you and grabbed the back of your neck, just like in his dream, making you a drooling cock-whore for him. “T-too much,” tears formed in your eyes at the fast pace Sae was pumping into you, but he didn’t care. You deserved this for all of the photos you posted.
Sae could feel himself coming closer to his climax, but he had to make sure you came before him. He let go of your neck and leaned back a bit, his sights set on your ass, more specifically the small hole right above your cunt. You’ve never done anal before, but he decided tonight would be the perfect time. Just as you began to feel the start of your orgasm, you felt something wet slide down your ass cheeks, you whimpered at the cold liquid. You had no clue what was happening, fucked out of your mind.
Sae had spit down on your ass as a form of lubricant before slipping the tip of his thumb in your puckered hole. “FUCK—S-SAE,” you started crying at the foreign feeling. It was too much, his unfair thrusts and now his intrusion had you seeing stars.
“C’mon baby, you can take it, be good for me.” Sae pushed his whole thumb in, working your asshole open while keeping up his pace in your cunt. He felt you clench down on him and knew he had won.
“C-CUMMING!” you scream, feeling zero control over your bodily senses. Sae keeps fucking you through the orgasm as you come off your high. With one last thrust he released his load into you, a groan following it.
All that could be heard were your loud pants as you tried to catch your breath. Sae pulled out both his thumb and cock from your holes, leaving you empty. As soon as he stopped supporting you, you collapsed onto the bed, legs shaking from the pleasure. “I’ll run you a bath,” Sae leans down to whisper in your ear. You turned to look at his face and immediately noticed the glow he had now. Your pussy really did have an effect on him.
You hummed in acknowledgment as he left the room to get the bath started.
Maybe you should post pictures of yourself more often.
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BEAST AND THE HARLOT
What are we, anyway? // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader
first knb kinktober 2025 entry let's gooooo
Context: Kissing your best friend goes wrong, oops! Warnings: friends to ??? the relationship is confusing but I live for that lol, making out, daiki being oblivious and so is reader, making out again but make it messy, nipple play, pussy eater daiki supremacy, quick mention of a tit job but that's not the focus here, multiple orgasms implied, if you squint you might see some mention of squirting here, overall not that freaky tho :')
Daiki Aomine never was one to believe in fate. No, it didn’t make sense to him that everything was part of a big story already written by some know-it-all in the sky. And if you ever asked him to explain the unexplainable, he’d simply shrug it off as it wasn’t significant enough for him to care.
So, when you just happened to walk into his life and became someone he’d describe as his closest friend, he didn’t question it once. You’ve become a constant before either of you realised, and yet again, he doesn’t think much of it. He doesn’t even question the fact that he knows all your habits by heart, like how you always scratch your cheek when you’re unsure of something, or that you always look at your butt first when trying a new outfit.
Everything about you is evidence to Daiki. He doesn’t ask any question, when he shows up at your door at 2 AM with cold beers and an unexplainable need to talk shit till sunrise. He’s not even bothered by that odd habit you’ve got of brushing your teeth while he pees in the tiny bathroom of your one room apartment. And all the naps he’s taken with his head on your chest? The random pictures of dogs he sends you? The plum sweets you’ve given him and that he keeps in his gym bag?
That’s just how it is. Not something part of a bigger scheme, nothing that means more than it simply is.
It only makes sense to him, one night, to look at your face and say bluntly:
“I wanna kiss you.”
Words that he utters without a second thought about their weight as they fall on you. You are stunned, reflexively laughing and punching his chest.
“You’re a dumbass.”
But he just blinks, as if you are the crazy one here.
“I want to, though” he shrugs, “can’t I?”
And for some reason that fails to make sense to you, you can’t find in you the will to say no. Even as you open your mouth to throw at him one of your classic jabs, rejection doesn’t roll of your tongue naturally. Well, what’s a kiss, anyway? You’ve done it once, on a drunken night as you felt particularly jolly and locked lips with your best friend. If it didn’t hold any meaning back then, what makes today any different? You try to match his natural nonchalance when you lay back against the rails of your balcony, to finally answer his request.
“Fuck it, do it.”
His next moves are almost instinctive – from the moment his fingers tilt up your chin to when he leaves a soft kiss on your lips. For a moment there, your mind is as empty as a moonless night sky: not a single cloud, not a single star in view. But your heart – oh, your poor heart – finds tremendous power in that simple touch. You swear you can feel the muscles contract to pump more blood, sending red blood cells down your veins to the tip of your fingers.
But it’s just a kiss, right?
Such foolish thought holds no value in the face of Daiki’s next moves. For all you know of him, he’s likely acting on instinct – reading you like an open book with the way he lets his touch linger on your skin, pulling you without forcing anything. Something meant to be to you, something that doesn’t need to be explained to him.
“Were you always that soft?” You think out loud, your lips still within mere distance of his.
He snickers, and you groan, hiding your face dramatically in the palm of your hands. For a moment there, you both marinate in the awkward air that settled around your bodies. Something about the foolishness of the instant is reminiscent of your youth – your first dates, first kisses, first touches.
“Man, this is killing me” he lets out after drawing a long sigh.
“Isn’t kissing your best friend a sin?”
“In what religion?”
You shrug; he’s got you there. There’s only that much you can say to explain your doings. You take a step back, a much-needed distance between you and the man standing in front of you. Because yes, at this moment, you’re not quite sure if you’re still looking at your friend or at a person you might, to some degree, be attracted to.
“For what it’s worth, you’re not that bad of a kisser.”
You can’t help the laugh that leaves your lips at his comment. Coming from Daiki, that is as much as a compliment that he can give. But you know by the way his blue eyes lingers on you a second too much that he might be as hot and bothered as you in this very instant.
“Are we still having that sleepover? I mean, after you kissed me.” You ask, trying to be serious for once in this situation.
“After we kissed” he corrects you. “Why shouldn’t we? Scared of what might happen if you’re in bed with me?”
Bullseye. Although you would never admit it out loud, but for some reason, tonight seems to be the moment in this timeline where you may blur the lines between you and your best friend. It may not bother Daiki as much as it bothers you, though. That thought floats in your mind for a moment, before you let out a scoff, trying as best as you can to replicate the blue-haired man’s iconic aloofness.
“I’m not scared, just wanted to make sure we’re alright.” You let your words hang in the air for an instant, before looking at him, a small smile on your lips. “We are, right?”
He laughs, hand gently ruffling your hair, before he tugs you back inside. The warmth in your heart is hard to ignore, and you ponder if you’re simply not better off basking in it. Despite everything, you naturally find your place next to Daiki under the fluorescent stars you’ve stuck to your room’s ceiling. You look at their faded glow, getting your heart to slow down its decadent pace. It was just a kiss, nothing to get yourself in such state.
“Why did you kiss me?”
For short seconds, your voice is the only thing that resonates in your silent room. Then, you hear a yawn. With his arm lazily hung around your waist, Daiki lies some place between a sleepy haze and the present.
“Wanted to” he slurs, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
You click your tongue, flicking the back of his head, to which he responds with a childish “ah!”.
“You know what I mean, dummy. Like, what, you just go around kissing people at whim?”
“Nah, just you.”
“Exactly!” you exclaim. “That’s the point I’m making – why me?”
Daiki’s ears catch the subtle change in your tone as you pronounce that question, your voice painted in a vibrant shade of vulnerability. He shifts against you, subconsciously tightening his grip on you as he tries (in vain) to silence his ardent feelings.
“Shit” he groans, a bit frustrated at himself, a bit flustered by you, “you know I hate these questions.”
“You hate anything that makes you think a bit hard, Daiki.”
Touché. You’ve known him long enough to notice his tendency of avoiding anything that asks him to go deeper, question everything and be honest with himself. He watches your silhouette under the faint light of a moon crescent with a frown, as you sit up and escape his grasp.
“Or maybe you think too much about stuff.” He retorts, pulling you down on top of his body in a swift motion. “What if I feel like kissing you? What if I wanna touch you? What if the thought of you makes me ridiculously hard sometimes?”
“Dai-“
“Miss me with all your talks about doing what’s reasonable.”
You flinch seeing his fingers approach your face for one of his famous forehead flicks; but to your surprise, his digits find the contour of your lips. It’s all a haze, between this instant and the next, when you’re once again kissing. This time, without any question asked, without any justification behind his actions, without an ounce of restraint in your response.
You fall victim to the palpitation of your lonely heart and the heat of your touch-starved body. And Daiki doesn’t feel like stopping the fire he’s started. Each of his moves are calculated as if he wants the flame to get ridiculously big – big enough to engulf everything around them. From the caress of his tongue on yours, to the way his hands pull you on his lap with a bruising grip on your ass. You can’t even think of words to say, letting him roam your burning skin.
“Where does thinking ever takes you” he breathes against the skin of your neck while his hands find their path to your breasts. “Tell me, doesn’t it feel good?”
You hate yourself for not being able to stand on your ground the moment he finds your weak spots. You must know by now that he’s got you beat in this battle of philosophy.
Reason versus Passion.
You watch all reason leave your body when you allow Daiki to remove your shirt, letting his lips scale the soft skin of your tits. Your breath hitches at every expert move of his mouth, scalding air leaving his nose when he moves to kiss your nipples. They stand, begging for his attention – which he doesn’t hesitate to give. You’ve always known the blue-haired man to be greedy, taking and taking till there’s none left. But as he indulges in his own fantasy with each languid suck on your taunt nipple, you can’t help but see him under a new light.
You’ve never seen a man so willing to give.
Almost as if every sound of pleasure you utter is a reward, pushing him to seek more just to see his best friend the happiest she’s ever been. After all, isn’t it the truest proof of friendship, to worship your body?
Daiki lavishes every millimetre of your being with love and honest lust, his tongue trailing down to your navel. You are red, flustered, and embarrassingly wet. And it doesn’t help when you meet his eyes, so beautiful tinted in shades of admiration for you. He’s so purely determined to give your body the kind of pleasure you have yet to know, it’s almost heartwarming.
“Can I taste you, please?”
You are momentarily stunned by the neediness that rolls of his tongue, something so unusual from a man that never pleads for anything. And in all logic, it’ll be insane to deny his request. So you grant him access to your sweet honey without any protest. You can’t help but admire the silver hues of the moon on his dark hair as he settles between your legs. A pretty face, marked by hunger for you.
It then strikes you, when he devours your cunt with appetite, that Daiki has always been into you.
The strokes of his tongue, the kisses of his lips, the groans against your aching clitoris – all of it, proof of a man that loves you. But in this moment, you don’t bother putting any label on what you are. All you can think about is to let him know that he isn’t alone in that pool of confusing feelings. Against your own will, you gently pry his head away from your drench pussy, laughing fondly at the childish pout on his lips.
“Daiki, do you mind if I give back?” You ask, thumb swiping on his glossed lip, gathering your own arousal on the tip of your finger.
“I wasn’t done there.”
“I know, but I really want to make you... happy.”
“Yeah?” he hums, kissing the pad of your thumb. “Nothing would make me happier than letting me eat you out till your legs give out.”
“Daiki!” You whine, landing a playful flick on his forehead, “you know what I mean.”
“I said what I said” he replies, finding his way back between your legs with a grin.
“Seriously, I’m willing to- aah!”
Your words are cut off by a languid lick between your folds, his amused chuckle echoing against your pussy.
“What was that?” He muses, mockery lacing his tone as his gaze meets your blushed face.
Your toe curls as he punctuates his words with yet another assault on your dripping centre, watching your essence coat every surface in the area to his biggest delight.
“Man, seriously, I was gonna suggest giving you a tit job but forget it.”
“Keep that for next time.” He slurs between two sucks on your clit.
You reflexively tense – part because of his ministration, part because of his words. Next time, huh? The idea of more allures to the three most important part of you: mind, heart, and pussy brought to life by the prospect of sex with Daiki. He feels it, somehow, with the pumping of your heart sending stream of blood straight to your aching walls, making them clench around his tongue in the approach of your orgasm.
“Next time...” You sigh, fingers pulling on his strands to lead his face deeper in the trap that is your body. Daiki is nothing but a mere insect caught in your web, happily stuck to you, accepting his fate without complaints.
If Daiki Aomine ever dies in your pussy, he’ll call it a happy death.
“Fuck!”
His groan, more akin to a whine, sends shivers down your spine. Between your heavy lids you watch his hips shift to feel something. He is aching to burry his hard cock in the death of your cunt, but he is enjoying the taste of you way too much to let go.
Even as you come all over his tongue, riding his face with no restraints as you whine his name, he can’t keep his mouth away from you. Here he is, suffocating in the tight grasp of your thighs, but drunk on the heavenly flavour of your pleasure. Daiki doesn’t care to stop, pulling your legs higher to different angle.
“Perfect” he smiles, folding you the way he wants just so he can devour you as if you were his last supper.
One strong hand finding your breast to squeeze it for his own relief, the other one cradling your pelvis to tone down the shakes of your hips.
“D-Dai, please!” You whine, trying to get your body some rest.
But your plea falls on deaf ears. You know that you’re begging for naught, because you may crave this as much as he does. You lose it all the moment his thumb presses inside of you, keeping company to his mouth that can’t seem to separate from your clitoris.
“I... shit, you’re –“
“Ah”, he clicks his tongue, thumb diving in to softly caress your honey glazed walls. “You’re not supposed to talk that much when you’re getting your pussy eaten.”
“Yeah well... trying to distract myself.”
“From what?” He raises an eyebrow, speaking between the kisses he leaves on your inner thighs.
“From coming, again.”
Your honest confession draws a heartfelt laugh out of his lips. As if it’s ever an issue to come, let alone on his face. Was it all up to him, Daiki would have you reach greater heavens again and again till his lips are too sore to keep on going; and maybe that is what he’s aiming for.
“You’re such an idiot” he snickers, before reprising his work between your legs, “I want my face covered in you, can you do that much?”
You fail to reply for a second, his crude demand leaving your mouth agape. Yet, you find yourself nodding like the most obedient being. And that’s all your best friend needs to fill his soul with the kind of happiness he’s never experienced prior. In a pleasure-driven fit, he savours every drop you give him, making out with your cunt with love.
Oh, does Daiki love you. And he loves you even more when you come.
Such a pretty sight, that makes his heart flutter and ignites his body – and maybe for once, he thinks facing your nth orgasm, that some things are meant to be. But it doesn’t make sense to put any name to it. No, that would ruin the magic of it all.
Tonight, under the dim light of the fluorescent stars on your ceiling, Daiki Aomine has found solace in the heavenly taste of you.
itoshi rin — you are loved, rin
⤷summary: rin comes home carrying more silence than words, and you remind him that he doesn't have to be strong all the time.
⤷content: soft hurt/comfort, quiet love, reassurance, exhaustion, tenderness, emotional intimacy
rin doesn’t come home angry. he comes home empty.
the door clicks shut behind him, and he doesn’t even bother with the light. just toes his shoes off, drops his jacket somewhere, and sinks onto the edge of the bed like he’s carrying too much weight.
you know better than to ask right away. when it’s like this, rin needs space—just enough to realize he doesn’t actually want to be alone.
so you sit beside him, close but not touching, letting the silence stretch. eventually, his hands drag over his face, down his neck, like he’s trying to rub away everything he’s not saying.
“practice?” you ask softly.
he gives the smallest nod. his hair falls into his eyes, and for once, he doesn’t push it back.
“bad day?”
“...something like that.” his voice is hoarse, barely there.
you hum, not pushing. you wait. and it works—after a long pause, he mutters, “i can’t do it. not like him.”
he doesn’t name sae, but the ghost is there. he always is.
your chest aches. “rin—”
“don’t.” his head drops, shoulders curling in. “don’t tell me i’m fine. i hate when people say that. i’m not.”
he’s not looking at you, but his hands twitch against his knees like he wants to reach for you and doesn’t know how.
you shift closer, slow enough for him to stop you if he wants. “okay,” you whisper. “i won’t say you’re fine. i’ll just say i’m here.”
he lets out a humorless laugh under his breath, low and sharp. “doesn’t feel like enough,” he mutters, voice cracking. “i’m trying and trying, but it’s never enough. not compared to him.”
“it’s enough for me,” you say firmly, not letting him sink further. “you don’t need to compare yourself in this space. with me, there’s no competition.”
his breath stutters, shaky. and then, after another beat, he leans—hesitant, stiff at first, like he’s testing if you’ll really stay.
you do. of course you do.
you wrap an arm around him, coaxing him down until his forehead rests against your shoulder. his fists stay clenched in his lap, but little by little, his body gives in, his weight sagging against you.
“if i stop being strong for even a second, i’ll fall apart,” he whispers, so faint you almost miss it.
you stroke his hair back from his face. “then fall apart here. i’ll hold the pieces.”
“you don’t have to be like him,” you murmur into his hair. “you don’t have to be anyone but you. that’s already enough for me.”
his shoulders tense, like he’s bracing himself against your words, like they’re too heavy to believe. you smooth your hand down his back, slow and steady, letting him feel the truth in your touch before he can argue with it in his head.
“you say that like it’s easy,” he murmurs, bitter but trembling. “you don’t know what it’s like—living in his shadow. i feel like i’ve been drowning since i was a kid.”
“then let me be the shore you can rest on,” you reply gently. “you don’t have to swim alone anymore.”
his throat works around a sound he doesn’t let out. but when his fingers finally uncurl to catch at the fabric of your shirt, you know he heard you.
the grip isn’t strong—it’s almost shy, like he’s afraid you’ll pull away if he holds too tight. you cover his hand with yours, weaving your fingers through his, anchoring him in place. “i’ve got you,” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.
and when he whispers, barely audible—
“don’t let go.”
you hold him tighter.
his voice cracks on the words, and it guts you. but it also makes you want to wrap the whole world around him, keep him safe from every shadow he thinks he’ll never outrun. you press your lips to the side of his head, lingering there.
“i’m scared you’ll realize i’m not worth it,” he admits suddenly, voice breaking, as if the confession has been rotting in his chest for years.
“rin,” you breathe, tugging him closer, “you’re worth it to me. every version of you is. even when you’re quiet. even when you’re hurting. especially then.”
“i won’t,” you promise. “not even if you ask me to.”
there’s a pause, a trembling silence, before you feel him exhale against your neck. it’s shaky, uneven, but it’s real—like he’s been holding his breath for years and is finally letting it go. you rock him slightly, an instinct more than anything, and his body follows the rhythm, loosening by inches.
the quiet settles again, but it’s different now. softer. safe. rin doesn’t have to say anything else—you can feel it in the way he breathes, in the way he stays pressed to you like he’s letting himself believe, for once, that maybe he isn’t second best. maybe he’s just… loved.
“stay like this,” he mumbles, half-asleep already, words thick and slurred. “just for a while.”
you smile into his hair, your hand tracing calming lines down his spine. “for as long as you need, rin. i’m not going anywhere.”
and as his weight melts fully against you, you know he’s letting you carry him, even if only for tonight. his hand curls tighter in your shirt, like he’s finally allowing himself to need someone. you squeeze back, silent but steady, and think: let him sleep, let him rest. you’ll keep him here as long as it takes.
kinktober writers, thank you for being the backbone of tumblr every october
꒰ riding their thigh/abs while they’re asleep ꒱ྀི
kaiser - he wakes up instantly. not because he’s angry, but because his ego refuses to let you have fun without him. smirking through half-lidded eyes, he’d let you keep going for a few seconds just to watch you fall apart, then flip you over with a lazy “tsk, you think you get to use me without paying tribute?” tease. now you’re not getting off his thigh… he’s making you beg for it.
aiku - honestly? this man’s a heavy sleeper. you could probably finish before he even stirs. but the moment he does wake up and realizes what’s happening, he just laughs rough in his chest, hands sliding lazily over your hips to guide your rhythm. “mm, using me as a toy while i’m out cold? bold, babe… don’t stop now though. wanna see you make a mess.”
kunigami - he’d jolt awake, startled and wide-eyed at first. “wait—what are you doing?” quickly followed by his ears going red when he realizes. he’s flustered but so into it, torn between stopping you because it feels ‘wrong’ and holding you steady because holy hell it feels amazing. expect a breathless “at least… let me help, okay?” as his big hands grip your waist.
isagi - poor boy is absolutely overwhelmed. he wakes up halfway through, confused, panting, and trying not to come just from watching you. “y-you’re really… ngh—doing this while i’m asleep?” he can’t even form a proper complaint. he just grips the sheets and lets you use him, whispering a shaky “don’t stop, please…” when your pace gets desperate.
☆*:...｡. LA RÉCIDIVE .｡...:*☆
You've crossed the line once, this month you'll do it again - and we're absolutely here for it.
Welcome to this year's edition of Kinktober; in which we'll follow a series of short stories about crossing lines and giving in to your horniest desires. ♥
As per the rules of my blog, all characters present in this event's special content are aged up (18+) and the following fics are situated in non-canon context! Fics were written with AFAB fem! reader in mind but you are absolutely welcomed to identify yourself with reader regardless of your gender identity <3
Warnings are issued for each fic based on the content. DO NOT INTERACT if you are uncomfortable with sexually explicit content. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
10/10 - What are we, anyway? // Aomine Daiki x Fem!Reader
Best friends don't fuck, right? -
17/10 - Old man dick is the best ♥ // Harasawa Katsunori x Fem! Reader
Is it that wrong to sleep with your dad's best friend? -
24/10 - Meeting in my office // Kagami Taiga x Fem! Reader
Riding that coworker you hate to work out all your issues with him (HR doesn't approve) -
31/10 - Let's put on a show // Kiyoshi Teippei + Hyuga Junpei x Fem! Reader
What's so wrong with fucking your husband's best friend and have him watch? -
No shame allowed here! .｡...:*☆
I CANT WAIT FOR THISSSSSS
xabi’s tactics if rin accepts the bid / x link
sae and the reader going to the movies for a date and seeing aiku 😍😍😍
── .✦ just like the movies .ᐟ
⤷ FEATURING. sae itoshi
𓏲⋆ ִֶָ 𓂃 ⋆ in which, you go on a date to the movies .
AUTHORS NOTE. i didnt know if you wanted a love triangle or not... if you did im sorry but i am BUNS at it 😭😭 hope you still like this tho🫰🥹
⊹ fluff ᝰ x fem! reader
── ITOSHI SAE barely knew anything outside of his occupation. that was pretty obvious to anyone who managed to hold a conversation with him for just a little over two minutes.
though, it wasn't that he was completely helpless. thankfully, he had you to guide him through what could be called a 'normal life' for a star like himself—doing the most basic things in order for him to understand the public.
the best way to get him to experience what it was like to be a 'normal person' was through dates: going out to eat at small restaurants, going on picnic dates when the weather was nice, and so on.
today, you dragged him to a movie theater to watch a new movie that sae had briefly heard about. though he was rather disinterested, he was happy to spend time with you—despite the usual frown on his face.
"one large popcorn! oh, and a large soda, please!" sae stood beside you in mild disbelief at the amount of junk food you were ordering. the cashier rang you up, and sae paid for everything, including the tickets—even though you were insisting on paying for the both of you.
the two of you made it to the theater a bit earlier than the movie's start time, so you settled on choosing seats relatively higher up in the theater, seeing as how there were a few people there.
"sae, pass me the popcorn, please."
he did so with only a few complaints. "don't you think there's too much butter on it?" he grimaced as you swallowed a handful of the savory snack, turning to face him with bits stuck to the corners of your lips.
"butter is what makes it good," you told him, grabbing another handful into your mouth.
you held the bag out to him. "want some?"
sae's face twisted with a little bit of disgust, only reluctantly agreeing when you picked out a few that weren't drenched in butter. you fed him the popcorn and noticed he was somewhat pleased.
"it's not bad," which meant that he was okay with it. you mentally cheered as the theater began to darken because the movie was starting.
it wasn't until halfway through the movie when you felt sae nudge you. his eyes were fixed on the film, though you knew him well enough to know what it was that he wanted.
so, you handed the bag of popcorn over to him.
he made a noise of approval as he munched away, eyes still glued on the large movie screen. despite his behavior, he could be rather childish at times.
"oliver?"
"tch," sae made a noise of disapproval as the former captain of the japan u-20 made his way over with someone trailing not far behind him. you haven't seen her before… perhaps he was dating someone new? it wasn't uncommon for him to appear with a new lady, after all.
"it's so nice to see you here, (name)." he flashed his signature smile at you before glancing past to wave at the prodigy sitting by you. "and you too, itoshi sae."
quiet murmurs from the theater caught your attention as sae moved closer to you, trying to hide behind you, but it was not helpful. it was already too late, and people were making their way over to him with phones in hand.
"it's a shame that you guys just finished a movie. perhaps a double date next time?" oliver suggested with a smirk while your boyfriend grumbled some sort of curse at him before grabbing your hands and dragging you from the theater.
"sorry, but maybe next time!" you hollered back, waving goodbye to the center-back as sae dragged you away from the mess that was the gathering crowd in that butter-scented building.
© MIFVYFILMS please do not copy, repost as your own, or translate MASTERLIST
— 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐒 | ft sae itoshi
✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!
✶ beautiful dividers by @hyuneskkami !!
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@saebbg: omg his girlfriend is so lucky 🫠
@realbiggestfan: SAE I CAN BARK IF YOU WANT
@yourfavgymbro: this year’s goal: get a body like his 💪
@saeitoshimybf: no woman deserves this (except me)
saehubby 🩷
you: im sorry, THAT PHOTO??
you: i had to wait months for a photo from the gym, and your fans got one that easily?
you: just tell me to kms atp 💔
you: i hate my gf aaah boyfriend
saehubby 🩷: you’re just being dramatic.
saehubby 🩷: and i don’t hate you.
you: so why did you post that photo if you always say you hate social media 🤨🤨
saehubby 🩷: the hotel staff was honestly really nice this time. and also a lot of fans came for watch the game.
you: the entire staff ORRR just a girl??
you: because the photo was very 🫠 yknow what i mean
saehubby 🩷: you’re jealous?
saehubby 🩷: and of course no, you’re the one for me. you know that very well, mi vida.
you: yeah… sure… no another girl…
you: just a random photo, right?
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@yourfavgirlie: BODY SO TEA THAT THE BRITISH ARE COMING
@iloveynandsae: sometimes i dunno if i want to be her bf or her. love you girl 🫶 GO GIRL GIVE US A CHANCE
@blessedbymooon: you posted this after the one of sae? gosh girl if i were him id be insanely jealous of my gf 🙂↕️
@forthegirlsss.xoxo: im begging you, turn lesbian, i can’t go on without you 🫠🫠🫠💗💗💗
saehubby 🩷
saehubby 🩷: god, i hate it when you mess with my head like this.
saehubby 🩷: when you only do it to get on my nerves or make me jealous.
saehubby 🩷: isn’t that my shirt? the one i wore last time when i was talking to the japanese soccer director?
saehubby 🩷: you’re fucking beautiful.
you: you’re just being dramatic
saehubby 🩷: dont you love it when i get all dramatic just for you?
you: maybe
reader who texts the bllk boys to make her cum bc she cant by herself and its #ovulation week. with itoshi brothers mayhaps snd who ever you want. ty ^^
STRUGGLING?
links = broadcasting: previously on unknown's goofy smaus -> here bllk masterlist -> here
✮⋆˙ | asked by: anonymous. ✮⋆˙ | featuring: isagi yoichi, meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, rensuke kunigami, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, rin itoshi, yo hiori, sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, otoya eita, tabito karasu, oliver aiku! ✮⋆˙ | cw: suggestive/crack content. gn!reader.
Wait hear me out bllk boys(Add shitdough🥹) smau where we send them a thigh pic 🤑🤑(ESPCIALLY ISAGI THIGH FETISHH GO BURRRR😂✌️
*Throws a rose* Heh.. a rose for u 🤤✌️
GREAT REQUEST TWIN here u go❤️🩹✌️
ˋ°•*⁀➷ how the blue lock boys will react when you send them a thigh pic
ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, michael kaiser, nagi seishiro, shidou ryusei
cw. suggestive, swearing
YOU LEFT THE NOISE, I KEPT THE ECHO ft. Itoshi Sae
Summary: When Sae brushes off the person who loves him too loudly, he only realizes what he's lost in the silence they leave behind.
Includes: gender neutral reader, lots of angst, potential fluff at the end, sae is a bitch whose balls i want to break
a/n: Anon req! I liked this request a lot (I love writing angst) hope you enjoy!!
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BEAUTIFUL STRANGER .ᐟ
how seeing rin on the train made him ur Bf
incl ; rin itoshi x gn!reader , all smau , isagi is your best friend , reader is a bit... , fluff , he fw you , hiori & rin are best friends in my mind , they play roblox because i don't know any other horror games time stamps matter!!!!
entangled reference...
lightmode = rin , darkmode = you.
