♡

Just for fun She/her

[onlyhiswifey]

Always asking myself why didn't Aki just use the last two years he had for a night with him.

I mean did I only find him extremely attractive in this lingerie? His hair, his soft and lazy eyes, and those wings😩

And we know exactly why did Denji imagined him this way.

[bellaj2peg]

🎶✨ when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) 🎶✨

-🧚‍♀️

Evergreen (Omar Apollo)

Morning Dew (Beyonce)

David (Lorde)

Living Dead Girl (Rob Zombie)

Sign Of The Times (Harry Styles)

@lovernisca @zoehcomedy @lustfulserendipity @inopokai @angelwithfangz222 @cryinconstalations @veliouris @notyrc4nt @littlemilitia @sillyp0megranate

[sillyp0megranate]

tysm for the tag!!!

these r kinda random

1. dust bowl - ethel cain

2. underneath the sky - oasis

3. ain't in la - adela

4. angel of small death & the codeine scene - hozier

5. strange love - halsey

@literalangl @prosperousprophet @sunnyfawn7 @glimmersglitters @g-ines07 @fadedflorals

[prosperousprophet]

ty for tag!!

1. 21 - millionaires

2. fuck me eyes - ethel cain

3. what’s wrong with me - olivia rodrigo

4. u + me = <3 - olivia rodrigo

5. dead girls - penelope scott

not in that order but we ball

no pressure tags: @whimsysoulll @whisperingvanillaz @kimberlyxmon @beepbeepblerp @pinkisinthecloset

[kimberlyxmon]

Thank you smmm @prosperousprophet 🥰

In these arms - Bon Jovi

Join me in death - HIM

Demolition lovers - My Chemical Romance

She sings in the morning - Pierce the Veil

Love song - Adele

HM: My all - Mariah Carey

I’m curious what you’re listening to: @ohdeergirl @kimberlyallcaps @maythewindblow @kissedfawns @vechkjnsoo @blondexdoll @mildewedantler @p1nkmuse @foxhunterd

[ohdeergirl]

Thanks for the tag angel!!

Everything is embarrassing - sky ferreira

Steeeam - shelly

Thirst trap - audrey hobert

Shooting star - audrey hobert

notion - the rare occasions

Tags!! @thedualityofthedoll @whimsi-s0ul @cursedbutterfly @princessoats @notonelover @witchdose @luwuwuw

[cursedbutterfly]

thx for tagging meee

-what if i miss you for the rest of my life? : janine berdin

-worst behavior : kwn

-help i’m alive : metric

-cachalot : onda andar

-gunslinger : avenged sevenfold

@cozypaws1929 @ch0co-c0rn3t-lov3 @angel-pd @pleadtothestars @sweetangelkisses333 @bl00dy-snow @vamp-girl-walking @xxoliviazcornerxx @casthelegend @404ngelpilled @itzseraphim2

[vamp-girl-walking]

Ooh thanks for tagging me

- tongues and teeth: crane wives

- this old ghost town: the fratellis

- sister: she wants revenge

- amphetamine logic: sisters of mercy

- cities in dust: Siouxie and the banshees

Tags 🖤🖤🖤🖤

@akalizzygr4ntz @bandagedthoughtsblog @glittttshu @ryuwantsrevenge @servingfairydust @saul-av

[ryuwantsrevenge]

thank you for tagging me !!! also, peak music taste^^

kiss - london after midnight

i don’t wanna fall in love - she wants revenge

never - she wants revenge

face to face - siouxie and the banshees

straight to video (kmfdm remix) - mindless self indulgence

@spiralingbackintime , @zaizai-loves-limes , @miruthebakerr , @lemonwater37 , @chjetaime , @o-sayori-o , @alchemy-and-royalty , @meandmymadness12 , @methadone-pr3tty , @malacemizerhater , @n0l0h + open tags

[chjetaime]

thank youu for tagging (⁠⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠⁠)

tidal wave: breakfast, lunch, and dinner / dance gavin dance

philophobia / sunday cruise

no one noticed / the marías

poison girl / him

she / ttc, frank ocean

hm dagger / slowdive

i domt exactly have 10 followers yet whopps

@pluckster67 @bunniesarethebestbtw @dollyseal @pluckster67 @pluckster67 @pluckster67 @pluckster67 @pluckster67 @pluckster67 @pluckster67

[bunniesarethebestbtw]

O em gee! Thank you for the tag!!!!

Hit ‘em, MEOVV

Hurt, Newjeans

Stress relief, late night drive home

Shoujo Fuzei - English cover, Jubyphonic

That classmate, Mulasaki Ima(heavily on this one, please go support her!)

@bunnybunnykyoka @shiki-dustbunnies @notdazaisdog @nolongerthedemonprodigy @naomimikyu @n1kolyaaa @byakkos-plain @puppiesandbunnies @thegreatestdetectiveever @yudokuhana @cows-are-the-best-btw

[n1kolyaaa]

Ah yayay!

Dove (Doll Version) - Antihoney

An Isle of Flightless Birds - twenty øne piløts

Real Men - Mitski

P3T - femtanyl

Killing stalking - Astrid, sleepwalker, STOMACHBOOK

And uhhmmmm do I know 10 people that weren't mentioned...

@angel-pd @sp01lt-m1lk @methadone-pr3tty @o-sayori-o @stopblowingupmycasino @starscapesuicide @absolute-bandages @aquirkynameuwu @gods-only-rat @byakko-ijustwantedajob @byakkos-plain

[stopblowingupmycasino]

//ooc: Thanks for tagging me!! 💗

Here are some songs I've been enjoying lately:

• Bang Bang Bang Bang — Sohodolls

• SICK SICK SICK — STOMACH BOOK

• piano in the sky — Mikayla Geier

• Cubibibibism — KawaiiAngel (NEEDY GIRL OVERDOSE)

• Wet — Dazey and the Scouts

Idk who to tag so im sorry if there are some people that were already tagged..

@elisemarionette

@onlyhiswifey

@gods-only-rat

@chaos-aroace

@bunnybunnykyoka

@yudokuhana

@starscapesuicide

@bunniesarethebestbtw

@nolongerthedemonprodigy @hxxrtlxss-ghxst

[yuji-enjoyer]

Nobara: guess who just won $100 babey‼️

[owwllly]

the sky is full!

[minimafioso]

Been thinking about what Corruption markings might look like on Chuuya's torso since it's usually hidden

[onlyhiswifey]

☆ Let my silly boy eat ☆

HE'S SO CUTE EATING ODASAKU FAVORITE FOOD!!

I expected him to say "and so I grab some crab", happy that he remembers his friend

[onlyhiswifey]

I fucking hate mosquitoes .

I'm trying to sleep and one of this bitches keeps moving near my ears... AHH

[averagechuuyaenjoyer]

coming back with another request heh.. I LOVE YOUR WRITING OOMFIE(´ ˘ `)

perchance another chuuya x fem!reader who's in the pm and theyve known each other since 15(again gulp....) and theyve always been inseparable since 16 and constantly paired up for missions and hanging out after said missons with chuuya being more productive of reader, and now at 22, theyre on a mission where reader has to flirt w/ the person for info and chuuya gets jealous which leads to smut and fluff / aftercare (ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ)

Thanks for the request, mootie! ❤️

FINALLY one that's not too short and not rushed 🥹❤️‍🩹

Enjoy!

Gravity holds us together

Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x Fem!Pm!Reader

WARNING: Smut!

CW: Years of pining, love confessions, unprotected sex, French Chuuya and French words just because.

Also, here's the translation of some French words that appear: Ay, merde/merde = Oh, shit/shit; Zut = Damn.

The first time you met Chuuya Nakahara, he knocked you flat on your ass in a back alley behind a shipping container.

You were 15, scrawny, and fresh off the streets of the slums — Mori had picked you up the same week he'd picked up Chuuya, and someone in personnel thought it'd be funny to throw two feral kids into a training ring together and see who came out breathing. Chuuya had pinned you in under four seconds, his knee digging into your sternum and those blue eyes — the kind of blue that looked like they'd been weathered by salt and wind — staring down at you with something between contempt and grudging interest.

"You telegraph your right hook." He said, and then he offered you his hand.

You took it.

By 16, you were inseparable. The kind of inseparable that made the older mafia members roll their eyes and mutter about puppies in heat. You and Chuuya ate together, trained together, got dispatched together. Mori stopped assigning you separate partners because neither of you would shut up about it — "I work better with her." Chuuya would say, arms crossed, the same stubborn set to his jaw that meant he'd die on this hill. And you'd stand beside him, shoulder to shoulder, saying nothing because you didn't need to.

He taught you how to fight dirty. You taught him how to pick a lock. He showed you which wines were worth the price and which were overpriced vinegar. You showed him the roof of the Port Mafia headquarters — the one with the perfect view of the harbor at sunset — and claimed it as yours, and he never once went up there without you.The first time he killed someone in front of you, you threw up behind a dumpster. He stood guard, hand on your back, and didn't say a word about it. Not then. Not ever. That night he brought you warm sake and sat with you on your shitty apartment floor until four in the morning, talking about nothing — the weather, the times Dazai had annoyed him (a big list btw). And slowly, you fell asleep against his shoulder, and he didn't move until your alarm went off five hours later.

The first time you killed someone in front of him, his hand found yours in the aftermath. Squeezed once. Let go.

You never talked about it. You didn't need to.

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At 22, you and Chuuya were the Port Mafia's most effective pair — a reputation that preceded you through every negotiation, every raid, every assassination. He was gravity and violence given human form, a god in a tailored suit. You were the reason the information dried up, the witness recanted, the enemy's second-in-command developed a sudden, convenient case of amnesia. You worked in the spaces between his destruction, and you fit together like two halves of a broken coin.

So when Mori called you both into his office at ten in the morning, you assumed it was another routine cleanup.

It was not.

"There's a dealer operating out of the Golden Dragon." Mori said, hands folded on his desk, that quiet smile on his face that meant he was enjoying himself more than he should. "He's been stepping on our distribution lines for three months. We need to know who's backing him before we move."

Chuuya leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "So we grab him, bring him in, make him talk."

"Normally, yes." Mori's eyes slid to you. "However, our intel suggests the dealer has a particular weakness. He frequents a private lounge in the Diamond District — members only, very exclusive. He's known to respond well to... feminine attention."

The silence that followed was loud enough to bruise.

"No." Chuuya said it flat. Final. Like Mori had suggested something absurd, like selling the headquarters to the Armed Detective Agency.

"I wasn't asking, Chuuya."

"She's not some — some bait you can dress up and—"

"Mori." You cut in, stepping forward before Chuuya could detonate completely. "You want me to work him for information."

"Yes. The lounge is monitored — he'd recognize any known Port Mafia faces. Chuuya will be stationed outside as backup. You'll wear a wire. Standard extraction protocol if things go sideways."

"Things won't go sideways." You said, and you meant it.

Beside you, Chuuya made a sound like a pressure valve about to blow.

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The dress was black. Short. Backless. The kind of thing that made you look expensive and dangerous in equal measure. You'd checked your reflection in the mirror three times before leaving, adjusted your hair, tested the wire taped to your ribs.

Chuuya hadn't said a word to you since the briefing.

He drove and the silence in the car was thick enough to cut with a knife. His hands were white-knuckled on the wheel. His jaw was a hard line of tension. He'd left the hat at the safe house, which meant he was in full mission mode, which meant he was furious. (Chuuya on a mission without his hat? That guy is cooked 😭)

"It's just a job, Chuuya."

"I know what it is."

"Then why are you acting like I'm walking into a warzone?"

He didn't answer. The streetlights slid across his face in intervals, catching the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the dark concentration in his eyes. He pulled up two blocks from the Diamond District, killed the engine, and finally turned to look at you.

His gaze went down your body once. Slow. Measured. Then he looked away like it hurt.

"Two hours." He said. "You're in and out in two hours. If you're not out, I'm coming in."

"Chuuya."

"If the wire goes dead, I'm coming in."

"Chuuya."

"If he touches you somewhere I can't see on the camera feed, I'm—"

"Hey." You reached across the console and grabbed his wrist. His pulse was hammering under your fingers. Fast. Rabbit-fast. "Look at me."

He did. Those blue eyes, still the same color as the harbor in winter, flickered over your face like he was trying to memorize it.

"I've got this." You said. "I've had this since we were sixteen. Remember the Hattori job? The casino heist? I talked my way through both of those with my hands literally tied behind my back. A drunk dealer in a velvet room isn't going to be the thing that breaks me."

"I know." His voice was rough. "That's not— I know you can handle it. That's not what I'm—"He stopped. Swore under his breath. Pulled his hand free of yours and ran it through his hair, messing up the careful ginger waves. "Just— be careful." He finished, and it sounded like it cost him something.

You squeezed his arm. "Always."

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The dealer's name was Nishikawa. He was 35, with slicked-back gray hair and rings on every finger. He smelled like expensive cologne and cheaper whiskey, and he bought you a drink within thirty seconds of you settling onto the barstool beside him.

You turned on the charm like a faucet.

It was a skill you'd perfected over years — the art of becoming whoever the mission needed you to be. Tonight you were a bored heiress, slumming it in the Diamond District, looking for a little danger to spice up your week. You laughed at his jokes. You touched his arm when he made a point. You let your dress ride up just a fraction of an inch when you crossed your legs.

Nishikawa ate it up. Leaned closer. Ordered another round.

Behind you, somewhere in the dark, you knew Chuuya was watching through the camera feed in the car. You could feel his attention like a pressure between your shoulder blades.

Stop thinking about him. Focus.

"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" Nishikawa asked, his breath hot against your ear.

"Looking for a good time." You said, and smiled.

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Forty-five minutes of this. Forty-five minutes of laughing at bad jokes, letting his hand graze your knee, tilting your head back to expose your throat when you drank. Forty-five minutes of feeding him cues and watching him talk, the information trickling out a piece at a time: his supplier, their routes, the name of the man who held the leash.

You got everything you needed by the time your drink was empty.

"I'd love to continue this somewhere more private." You said, sliding off the stool, letting your fingers trail across his chest. "But I'm afraid I have an early morning."

"Same time tomorrow?"

You gave him a smile that didn't reach your eyes. "We'll see."

The walk back to the car felt like stepping off a stage. The heels were killing you. The dress was getting itchy. And somewhere in your chest, a knot of tension you hadn't realized you'd been holding started to unwind.

You opened the passenger door and slid in.

The silence that greeted you was cold.

Chuuya was staring straight ahead, both hands on the wheel, his knuckles white. The engine was running. The camera feed was dark on the dashboard screen. He'd turned it off — or he'd watched until he couldn't anymore and then shut it down.

"Got the intel." You said, keeping your voice light. "Supplier's name is—"

"Not now."

The words came out clipped. Sharp. His accent was thicker than usual, the French creeping in at the edges the way it always did when he was losing control of something. (I headcanon that Verlaine teaches Chuuya French ❤️‍🩹).

You opened your mouth to push, then closed it.

He pulled away from the curb without another word.

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The safe house was a fifteen-minute drive. He made it in nine. The apartment was spare — one bedroom, a kitchenette, a couch you'd crashed on a dozen times over the years. Standard Port Mafia property, the kind of place you rotated through when a mission required proximity.

Chuuya walked in ahead of you, threw his coat over the back of a chair, and stood in the middle of the living room with his back to you. His shoulders were tight. His hands were fists at his sides.

"Chuuya."

He didn't turn around.

"You're being weird. Talk to me."

"I'm not being weird." The word came out bitten-off, spat like a curse. "I'm being reasonable. Which is more than I can say for whatever the hell that was back there."

"That was a job. I did my job. We have the intel. We can move on the supplier in—"

"I know what it was." He turned then, and the look on his face stopped you mid-sentence. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, jaw tight enough that you could see the muscle jumping in his cheek. "I watched you let him touch you for forty-five minutes. I watched you smile at him. I watched you—"

"He didn't touch me any more than I—"

"He put his hand on your knee."

"He put his hand on my knee, Chuuya. That's nothing. I've had worse on—"

"You've had worse on missions, yeah, I know." He stepped closer. Then closer. Then he was right in front of you, close enough that you could smell the leather of his black gloves, the faint trace of his cologne. "I've been watching you do this for years. Smile at men. Flirt with men. Use that face, that voice, to get what we need and walk away like it didn't cost you anything."

"It doesn't cost me anything."

"Don't lie to me."

His hand came up and caught your chin. Not hard. Not gentle, either. Firm, insistent, tilting your face up so you had to meet his eyes.

"I know you better than anyone on this earth." He said, low and rough. "I've known you since we were kids throwing punches in a back alley. I know when you're performing and when you're not. And I know—" His voice cracked, just barely. "—I know that tonight cost you something. And I couldn't do a goddamn thing about it."

"Chuuya..."

"I was sitting in that car wanting to kill him." The words tumbled out, raw and unguarded. "Wanting to walk in there and put my hand through his chest and take you out of there. And I couldn't. Because it was a job. Because you're a professional. Because I don't—" He stopped. Swallowed. "I don't have a right to feel like this."

That last part came out quiet. Almost too quiet to hear.

Your heart was pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat.

"You have every right." You said.

His eyes searched yours. "What?"

"To feel like that." You lifted your hand and covered his where it still held your chin. "You've had the right for six years, Chuuya. You've always had the right."

The silence that followed was the kind that changed things.

He stared at you like you'd just told him the world was flat. Like the ground had shifted under his feet and he hadn't learned how to balance yet.

"What?"

"Are you really this dense?" Your voice came out half-laugh, half-sob. "We've been partners for seven years. We've slept in the same bed after bad missions. You bring me wine when I've had a rough week. You taught me how to fight and I taught you how to feel and you're standing here telling me you don't have the right to be jealous?"

"I'm not—"

"You're jealous."

"I'm protective."

"You're jealous."

His mouth snapped shut. The muscle in his jaw jumped again. And then — slowly, like he was afraid of breaking something — his hand slid from your chin to your jaw, from your jaw to the curve of your neck, his thumb resting against your pulse point.

"Say it again." He said, and his voice had dropped an octave. "Say I have the right."

"You have the right."

"Fuck."

He kissed you like a man who'd been drowning for seven years and just broke the surface.

It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was hungry — his mouth on yours, his other hand coming up to fist in the back of your dress, pulling you flush against him. You made a sound against his lips — surprise, want, relief — and he swallowed it like he was starving.

"Chuuya—"

"I've wanted this for so long."

His confession hit your mouth between kisses, ragged and desperate. His hands were everywhere — your waist, your hip, the bare skin of your back where the dress dipped low. He touched you like he was trying to memorize every curve, every line, every inch of skin he'd spent years pretending he didn't want.

"Bedroom." You managed.

He picked you up like you weighed nothing — which, with his ability, you basically did — and carried you through the door, depositing you on the mattress with surprising gentleness before his body covered yours. "Tell me if you want me to stop." He said against your throat, and you could feel the tremor in his voice. The fear. The aching, desperate need for this to be real. "Tell me if—"

"Chuuya Nakahara, if you stop I will actually kill you."

He laughed — a broken, relieved sound — and then his mouth found yours again.

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The dress ended up on the floor. His shirt followed. Your bra went somewhere between the second kiss and the third, and by the time his mouth found your breast, you were already arching into him, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Ay, merde..." He murmured against your skin, the French slipping out when you gasped. "I've thought about this. I've dreamed about this. You have no idea."

"Show me."

He did.

His mouth traced a path down your body — your throat, the hollow of your collarbone, the space between your breasts, the sensitive skin of your stomach. He took his time. He lingered. Every touch was a question, every kiss an answer, and by the time his fingers found the waistband of your underwear, you were shaking.

"Look at me."

You did. His eyes were dark, pupils blown, a flush of red across his cheekbones. He looked wrecked and reverent all at once.

"I'm going to take care of you." He said. "I'm going to make you forget every man who's ever touched you. I'm going to make sure you know who you belong to."

"I don't belong to—"

"Yes, you do." He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. "And I belong to you. Have since we were sixteen. Just took me six years to say it out loud."

He pulled your underwear down. His mouth found you a moment later, and you stopped thinking entirely.

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Chuuya was thorough.

He learned your body the way he'd learned to fight — with focus, with precision, with an almost violent dedication to getting it right. His tongue found the places that made you gasp and stayed there. His fingers found the places that made you arch and pressed deeper. He learned the rhythm of your hips, the catch in your breath, the way your hands fisted in the sheets when you were close.

"Chuuya—"

"I've got you." His voice was rough, muffled against your thigh. "Come for me. I've got you."

You did, and it shattered you.

He didn't stop. He worked you through it, drawing out every last tremor, every aftershock, until you were pulling at his hair — too much, too sensitive — and he finally relented, crawling up your body to kiss you again. You tasted yourself on his lips. It should have been embarrassing. It wasn't.

"My turn." You said, reaching for his belt.

He caught your wrist. "Not yet."

"Chuuya—"

"I need to be inside you." The words came out raw, stripped of pretense. "I need to feel you. I've waited too long to— please."

Please.

The word from Chuuya Nakahara was almost unheard of. You nodded.

He opened the bedside drawer with his ability — a flicker of red, a drawer sliding open, a foil packet finding his hand — and you watched him roll the condom on with hands that shook just slightly. The sight of him like this — undone, desperate, his hair a mess, his chest heaving — was something you wanted to burn into memory.

He settled between your legs. The head of his cock pressed against you, and he stopped, his forehead dropping to yours.

"Tell me it's okay."

"It's okay."

"Tell me you want this."

"I've wanted this since forever, Chuuya. Please."

He pushed in.

The stretch was perfect — a fullness that pushed the breath out of your lungs, a pressure that made your eyes roll back. He filled you completely, inch by inch, and when he was finally in — buried to the hilt, his hips flush against yours — he let out a sound that was almost broken.

"Zut!" he breathed. "You feel— I can't—"

"Move."

He did.

The first few thrusts were slow, almost testing. He watched your face like he was looking for cues, reading your pleasure in the way your mouth fell open, the way your nails dug into his shoulders. And when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, something in him snapped.

"Merde—" He fucked into you harder, faster, his rhythm falling apart as he chased the edge. "I'm not going to last. I'm sorry, I can't— it's been so long— too long, I've wanted this for—"

"Then come."

You pulled his mouth down to yours. "Screw that condom. Come inside me, Chuuya. I want to feel it."

He did. He pulled out just enough to pull the condom off, then thrusted back into you, the new sensation sending your eyes backwars.

He came with a groan that was almost a sob, his hips stuttering, his body pressing yours into the mattress. You felt him pulse inside you, felt the way his whole body went rigid and then soft, felt the weight of him collapsing against you like a man who'd finally, finally set down a burden he'd been carrying for years.

You held him.

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Afterward, you lay tangled together in sheets that smelled like both of you, the window cracked open to let in the cool night air. Chuuya's head was on your chest, your hand in his hair, his arm wrapped around your waist so tightly it was almost possessive.

"Tell me it wasn't just the jealousy." He said, his voice muffled against your skin.

"It wasn't just the jealousy."

"I'm serious."

"So am I." You combed your fingers through his hair. "I've loved you for a long time, Chuuya. I just didn't think you'd ever want—"

He lifted his head and kissed you, soft and slow, the kind of kiss that said more than words ever could.

"I've wanted you since the first time you fell asleep on my shoulder." He said when he pulled back. "I've wanted you since you held my hand after my first kill. I've wanted you since—" He laughed, a little breathless. "Since the beginning. It was always you."

You felt your throat tighten. "It was always you too."

He settled back against your chest, his ear over your heart, and you felt him smile.

"Good." He said. "Because I'm not letting you go now that I've got you."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

The night settled around you like a blanket, warm and safe. Outside, the city hummed its endless song. Inside, for the first time in six years, neither of you was alone.

[unknownsvoid]

BLLK BOYS AND THE "GIVE A BITCH SOME HEAD OR SUM' TREND"!!

✮⋆˙ | featuring: isagi yoichi, meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, rin itoshi.

✮⋆˙ | cw: suggestive/crack themes! agedup!bllk boys. fem!reader. no proof read... the usual.

Isagi Yoichi!

You and Isagi are lying on his bed. The two of you scrolling through tiktok. You were beginning to get bored out your ass and the sound repeating "give a bitch some head or sum' " was getting slightly annoying, but like in a good way. It's like an itch to be fair and all the videos of girlfriends playing the sound around their own boyfriends and their reactions were priceless, earning the occasional giggle from you.

You wanted to try on Isagi, who's head was currently resting on your lap. You click the "+" and press on the record button, the sound immediately playing.

It's him two to five business days to release before he pulls his gaze away from his phone to look you in the eye. His cheeks were ruby red it was so funny. He looked at your phone then back at you and said, "Right now?"

At this point, you were dying of laughter and ended the video. This caused Isagi to frown, "Were you joking?" Your smile dropped when you see the bulge in his pants. You give him a knowing smirk, "Not anymore apparently!"

Bro, you've never seen a frown turn upside down so fast.

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

Meguru Bachira!

You and Bachira was just chilling. You were orginally watching a movie but it got boring quick, causing the two of you to go on your phones doing fuck all.

The trend was taking over your for you page like crazy and you took it as a sign. Hitting record and letting the sound play, side eyeing him a bit with a smile.

Unlike Isagi, Bachira looks at you immediately. A toothy smile forming on his face immediately and his eyes glimmering in excitement, "Do it want it right now?"

You stop recording and smile at him, "You're eager, hm?"

"Who wouldn't be!? Now spread your legs!!!"

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ Hyoma Chigiri!

You were hanging out in your room, scrolling on your phone while Chigiri was fucking about with his hair. As per usual!!

You were starting to get bored and wanted to play around with your girlfriend boyfriend. You've been planning to try out this trend since the first time you ever saw it and you planned to do it today, when he decided to come over.

You hit record and wait for his reaction, forcing your laughter back as much as possible. When he notices, he pauses, looks at you and smirks. "I've seen that trend already. You really are corny."

You stop recording and give him a dirty look, "You're literally the fun police. Like damn, could've shut the fuck up and gave me some damn head, but noooo, you wanna give me attitude."

"Oh dear. Dare I say I stroked your ego?"

You huff at his words, "Shut the fuck up and eat me out already, princess."

"Alright, alright, my prince."

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Reo Mikage!

You are in his room, which is massive, by the way. No surprise, he's a nepo baby. He left his room to do whatever the fuck he was doing so you left by yourself in his room, flicking through tiktok. The sound "give a bitch some head or sum'" playing five times in a row on your for your page.

You giggle. Maybe when he comes back into his room, you should try the trend out on him? You've seen various of partners trying it on each other and you can't help but chuckle each time another video pops up on your phone! You just need to wait for him to come back.

You wait around five more minutes until you hear his footsteps. You rush to click on the cross. and as soon as he opens the door, you start recording. You smile "innocently" at him as the sound starts playing, and he just stares at you with wide eyes before laughing, "I just walked in, baby. You want it right now?"

"Mhmmm!"

"Okay, pretty."

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ Nagi Seishiro!

Nagi LOCK OFF was in the middle of gaming, typical of him, after leaving you two's cuddle session and leaving you - by yourself - in his bed. To fix your boredom after being abandoned by Nagi, you watch a series of tiktoks. How rude. You've seen the trend going around and honestly think now would be a perfect time to seek revenge for your lazy boyfriend leaving you alone on his bed.

You play the sound and wait for him to realise. Once he does, he pauses whatever game he was currently playing and spins on his gaming chair to look at you, lazily blinking once. Twice.

"Mkay... lay down on the bed."

You stop recording and tsk, "Don't think you deserve it after leaving our cuddles for your stupid game."

"Whatever. Lemme make it up to you then." "Fineeeeee." "Good. Now just spread your legs already. All this talking instead of moving is such a hassle."

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Rin itoshi!

You both are in his room. He was taking notes of how to do better in football/soccer in his little notebook, which you find ridiculously adorable, and even teased him multiple times about it, which he also shut down.

The silence was comfortable, but soon, flicking about on your phone got boring and you were really desperate to try out this trend that has been bombarding your fyp lately.

So, that's what you decide to do, hitting play, and the sound quickly breaks the silence between you two. He stops writing, gives you a HUGE side eye before doing one of those horror movies ass turns, slowly turning his head to look at you with a dirty look plastered on his face.

You couldn't hold back your laugh anymore, wheezing at his reaction, which he replies by shaking his head in disapproval and closing his notebook to look at you properly, "You're seriously that immature?"

"I- hah! I cant- pffft- breathe! Oh my god!"

"Whatever..." He pauses, "Spread your legs..."

Your laughter eases up a bit and you give him a teasing smile, "Oh? Hopping straight to it, Mister Itoshi?"

"You're so annoying. Just do as I say already."

"Yes sir."

you want a part two? -> here you go, sugar plum fairy cake!

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| D a z a i S m u t | B o n d a g e |

You'd barely be in the threshold of your house when Dazai would whirl you around, back flesh against the door. He would look down at you with a perplexed look, lips mashed together making a straight line. You often found him unreadable, but this time it was different. Something was festering inside of him, much like a ticking time bomb.

"What's wrong?" You'd ask gently, your palm pressing against his cheek. He leaned his cheek into your hand, nuzzling your palm as he allowed his eyes to close.

"You tell me," He hummed, his voice musical with an undertone of agony underneath it. Your heart faltered as you stared up at him with doe eyes. You had just returned from a work outing and were slightly buzzed from the alcohol. You thought it had been a normal night, but Dazai's behavior was making you think otherwise.

"Did I upset you?" You'd ask, watching as he

kissed your wrist softly, his lips gingerly pressing against the fragile skin. When he looked at you his eyes were swimming with impatience, his tongue jetting out to coat his lips with spit.

"Quite the opposite, really." He'd muse, kissing gently down your arm until his lips pressed against your neck.

"How was it talking to the girls?" Dazai would inquire, licking slowly against the soft spot on your neck. He nibbled it gently, feeling as your body shuddered beneath him.

"Fine?" You'd rasp, continuing to stand as still as a statue. You weren't entirely sure what was happening, but you were completely intoxicated by his gentle caresses and touches.

"Just fine? You were awful chatty tonight, bella. Talking about your job, education endeavors, politics....kinks." He whispered the last word, his gaze finally meeting yours.

"Dazai, how did you even? It was girl talk, I-" You stammered. Now you were scared. No, that's not the right word—you felt...embarrassed?

"Girl talk." He mused, pressing a finger under your chin and lifting your face so your noses skimmed against one another.

"I think you've been holding out on me," he spoke the words in a sing song voice, a dark chuckle escaping his mouth.

"So bondage, hm?" He had you right under his thumb—you knew it, he definitely knew it. Your cheeks flushed red as you scoffed, your eyes darting to his chest in embarrassment.

"It's really a terrific choice. Perfect for someone who likes to squirm and move around when being pleasured." Dazai spoke smoothly as he pressed you even further against the door.

"Perfect for you." He breathed, leaning down to pick you up by the back of your thighs. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your eyes blinking up at him with both fear and excitement. You could already feel a warm tingling in your abdomen, your body reacting to his forceful touch. He kissed you carefully, licking your bottom lip with an eagerness, a request. Just as you opened your mouth, his tongue would dive into your mouth, swirling around your tongue with a sense of urgency. He carried you backwards through the hall until he reached the bedroom where he would spring you onto the mattress. You watched as he undressed himself, slipping each article of clothing from his topside.

"Care for some help?" You'd murmur, reaching for his belt. You flinched when his hands slapped yours away, a sting forming in your digits.

"You don't get to touch tonight." Dazai said coolly removing his pants and stepping out of them. He walked over to the oversized dresser and rummaged around before pulling out a black rope. He looked at you as he pulled both ends of the rope making it taut.

"Headboard. Now." He'd order, watching as you scurried backwards so that your back was flesh against the metal. You pressed your wrists together, batting your eyes at him. You swore you heard a groan as he crawled on top of you forcing your arms above your head, tying them to the headboard.

"Pull as hard as you can," he instructed. You pitifully tugged against the rope, but your wrists only burned around the roughness of the material.

"Good." He murmured approvingly. You watched as he began undoing his own bandages, ripping two long pieces of the fabric off.

"Why are you-" you started to ask, but swiftly closed your mouth as he began to tie one ankle down to the bedpost.

"What you thought I'd leave your legs free? So you can twist and turn from me? I don't think so, bella." Dazai secured your ankles before finally standing over your frame. He looked satisfied as he studied his work, as he studied you. You could feel your cheeks warming as he stared at you longingly. For a minute you'd regret saying what you did to the girls, knowing it would ultimately wind up coming back to him. Then the thrill would seep in and realization would hit that you were in for a very long night.

"Look at you. Sprawled out and tied up like the little slut you are. I bet you're soaking, dying to be touched. Tell me...would you like to be touched?" Leaning forward, Dazai would press his forehead to your own. You fought to find your voice, your breathing now intensified. He was so beautiful, so cunning, so knowing. You longed for the days where he would touch you, obeying your every need and want when you wanted. This was new. You were going to have to work for it.

"Dazai, I'd like you to touch me." You'd say softly. You gasped when the buttons on your blouse ripped open, Dazai pulling apart the thin material with his bare hands. You were now clad in only a bra, your mini skirt hiked above your thighs showing your matching panties. Dazai smirked at your shocked expression.

"I bet you want me to touch you here." Pulling your bra up, Dazai would caress your nipples gently. You pulled against the restraints absentmindedly, longingly wanting to touch his body.

"Desperate already? I've barely even touched you." Dazai chirped, rubbing your erect nipples with his calloused thumbs. You moaned when his knee found your sopping opening, rubbing against your thin panties slowly. Dazai bent his head and took your nipple into his mouth. He sucked, pulled, and nibbled on the bud moving his thigh rhythmically against your heat. Your wrists budged against the rope as you longed to touch him. Dazai worked over you now taking in the other neglected nipple in his mouth.

"Dazai." You pleaded desperately, hips ever so slightly rising and falling to rub against his thigh.

"Hm?" He responded, pulling his mouth off your nipple with a simple 'pop' as he stared up at you innocently.

"Touch me. Please." You begged. Dazai ran his fingertips down your ribcage, his touch as light as a feather.

"I am touching you." He responded simply, eyes meeting yours. You cursed under your breath, ankles twitching against the restraints.

"You know what I mean, Daz." You'd wimper. Dazai remained stoic as his gaze met yours. His eyes were black, pupils completely blown. He was enjoying this, your desperation, your ruin.

"Where would you like me to touch you?" He'd finally ask, fingers tracing the dips of your hips and lower thigh. Your face burned, your teeth biting at your lower lip. He was going to make you say it; say where you want him. You were slowly letting you walls down around Dazai, but you still struggled to tell him what you needed. When you two were intimate, majority of the time it was left up to interpretation and Dazai would gladly fill in the dots for you, not wanting to embarrass you. This time was different. He was going to make you use your words.

"I want you to touch my pussy," you'd whine, cheeks turning red. You could already tell by the look on Dazai's face that it wasn't enough.

"I am touching your pussy." Dazai would state, his knee driving into your core even deeper. You groaned at this, head flying back.

"I want your hands, your dick." You'd clarify. Dazai chuckled darkly at you.

"Well, that wasn't hard." Cupping your vagina, he'd place his fingers over your clit, the heel of his hand pressed against your hole. He'd rock his hand back and forth for a half second before staring up at you with amusement.

"Is this what you want?" He asked, palming you through your underwear. You were writhing beneath him, your hands desperately burning as they pulled against the restraints.

"No." You'd spit out, eyebrows furrowing as you attempted to grind his hand.

"No? What do you need, bella?" Dazai would ask innocently. The friction of his hand was more precise than the thrust of his knee. You could feel your orgasm building, but not fast enough.

"Fuck Dazai. I want your fingers inside of me or your tongue on my clit. I want you to fuck me with your cock. I want you to make me cum, do something. Please, Osamu." You were quite literally grasping at straws, your body twitching beneath his touch. You didn't know the right words to say to him to make him obey, you were merely throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what stuck. Anything was better than the taunting touches against your now sopping core. You were growing desperate and he knew it.

"Mmm, as you wish." Dazai would growl, nodding his head more so to himself. He'd plunge two digits deep inside you, curling his fingers to mold to you deliciously. Your entire body would jolt, your arms and legs absentmindedly pulling against the restraints with fervor. It was torture, lying there having to endure the pleasure without being able to move.

"God fucking dammit, fuck." You'd spit from clenched teeth, your hips bucking up and down. Dazai was fucking your body like it were some kind of sanctuary, as if you yourself were sacred. With every thrust, your arrousal spilled over his fingers creating a filthy, saturated symphony. You budged even harder against the rope when Dazai leaned down between your thighs, his tongue now jetting out to lick shallowly at your swollen, engorged clitoris.

"Mmmmm, Osamu." You'd hum in approval, the velvet touch of his tongue lapping against you as his fingers continued to ravage your insides. You could feel your orgasm building inside of you like a tidal wave, Dazai's touch bringing you that much closer to crashing into the sandy shores of blissful release. You longed to knot your fingers in his brunette locks to grasp at something, anything. You longed to move your hips away when the pleasure was building too fast or too slow. You longed to move, but Dazai had been deliberate when he tied you up—you weren't going anywhere. You were going to cum when he declared it so and there was something about that that made you feel so much more erotic, dirty. And you fucking loved it.

"Nooooo-" a broken cry left your mouth when Dazai pulled his fingers out from inside you with a loud squelching noise. He lapped at you for a moment before pulling his head back and brushing his mouth off with the back of his hand.

"Your pussy always tastes so delectable, succulent really. I almost just let you finish on my tongue, but where's the fun in that?" Dazai teased, his hand now stroking his member languidly.

"I find it plenty fun." You tried to sound suggestive, but your voice just came off as desperate and disapointed. Dazai laughed at this, now lining his member up with your opening.

"Don't worry, Bella, I'll make sure you have plenty fun." Dazai's words were sumptuous as he buried himself deep inside you. A large gasp gathered in the back of your throat, your head throwing itself back involuntarily. Dazai had an impressive cock which was great for you, but almost always made you lose your sanity among the first thrust. Usually Dazai would allow you to adjust and grow use to his member, but tonight was different. Dazai was fucking you mercilessly, slamming into you over and over again. There was no time to regulate, to grow use to him, for each time he pushed into you felt like the first initial blow. It was too much, too fast. You felt the coils turning in your belly, the previous orgasm beginning to catch up to you quicker than before. You wanted to touch him more so than ever before, but your wrists stayed pitifully over your head burning against the rope.

"Gonna cum, s t'much." You moaned, opening your eyes trying to make eye contact to show your sincerity. Dazai only smirked at you, slapping your tits before grabbing your chin with force. His brown eyes gazed into your own with enough intensity to light a million fires.

"Cum for me." Dazai breathed and your toes curled. Your orgasm was deep, intense. You felt it in your toes all the way to your hairline. It crashed over you over and over again, your body trembling beneath the both of you. Dazai didn't stop, however. He grinded into you powerfully, his thrusts staying perfectly controlled and composed. You wanted so badly to run your hands down his perfectly sculpted chest, to pull his face in for a passionate kiss. Yet, you were bound.

"That's a good girl." Dazai moaned, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing your nipples. You could tell he was getting close by how sloppy his thrusts were getting, how whiny his voice had become. Dazai was growing desperate for release, for seeing you tied up was pleasure all on its own. He could hardly take it when you started mewing his name, your moans soft and breathy.

"Fill me up, Dazai." You'd encourage and he would close his eyes, hips stilling. You watched his eyes roll into the back of his head, his mouth falling open in a perfect 'O'. You could feel the ropes of cum splattering against your walls, leaking around his hard member as he continued to ride out his orgasm.

"Feel so good," He'd groan, continuing to fuck you until he became overstimulated. You thought he was going to be done when he pulled out of you, his member now half soft. You were mistaken, nevertheless, when he placed his head in between your legs. You felt his cum leaking out of you as he pulled your slit open for full admission. He looked up at you with a devious grin before running his tongue over your clit. Your wrists pulled as hard as they could over your head, your ankles spasming against his bandages.

"Dazai!" You choked, your voice now broken. You could feel him smiling against you as you fought to move your hips away. His tongue was delicate against your aching clit, flicking against the bud with clear rythm. He lapped at your hole, swallowing his own cum graciously. The whole entire ordeal had your face flushing, your eyes clenching shut. You couldn't make eye contact even if you wanted to, embarrassment completely flooding over you as Dazai licked you completely clean. Moving back to your clit, Dazai would tongue your nub skillfully. He knew the exact time to switch patterns, to apply more pressure, to make you feel good. Despite the sensitivity, you were practically drooling at how good his tongue felt.

For the second time that night, you felt your orgasm building inside you. Fluttering in your stomach, burning in your core, tightening in you walls—you were close. Dazai must have known this too as he quickened the pace of his tongue, eagerly coaxing you into release. You let out an agonized cry, your vision blurring when you came. Your wrists lunged against the rope sending a mixture of pain to go along with your pleasure. Dazai lapped your juices up for a moment before raising his head.

"Ready to touch me?" He asked and you nodded your head eagerly. He released you from your ankles first, peppering your feet and ankles with small kisses. Then he moved to your wrists. You watched as he unknotted the rope, a look of concentration in his eyes. When the rope fell free, you immediately enveloped him in a bone crushing hug. He chuckled and returned the favor, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

"Missed touching you," you said giving the crown of his head some light kisses.

"Didn't like being tied up?" Dazai frowned, pulling back to look at you. His gaze was fearful, anxious. He was wondering if he crossed a line, if you hadn't enjoyed yourself.

"I think I owe a 'thank you' to whoever ratted me out about bondage tonight." You smiled reassuringly, soothing away any initial anxiety Dazai had previously carried.

"You looked very pretty all tied up like that, I could hardly control myself." Dazai admitted turning on his side so that he could face you. You smiled warmly at him, eyelids still drooping from your astronomical orgasm.

"You felt amazing, I mean everything tonight was just wow." you admit, your cheeks turning red. Dazai smiled as he brushed his fingers over your warm cheeks. He loved when you blushed, he loved your innocence. He could tie you up and hammer your insides and you still would blush and cover your eyes if you talked too in depth about what took place. He absolutely loved it.

"Anything for my belladonna." He would coo.

[onlyhiswifey]

Tried to draw Douma...i just don't know how to draw in the kny style.

⚠️This is a sketch so pls don't hate. If you don't like it then ignore it. Thanks for the collaboration ⚠️

[pierced-st4rlight-deactivated20]

- lips, hips

ᝰ. You and the bllk guys get caught mid make-out session

f!reader : nsfw : all characters over 18

: I. Yoichi, I. Sae, N. Seishiro, S. Ryusei, N. Alexis, V. Hugo :

Isagi and you were sitting on the couch, his arms wrapped around your waist as the two of you were making out. You were quietly moaning against his lips while he squeezed your thigh with one hand. You were going at it, Isagi's toungue exploring the inside of your mouth, when the front door suddenly opened.

You didn't hear the foor opening, as you were too busy making out. Just as Isagi was slowly sliding his hand upwards, underneath your t-shirt, Hiori walked into the living room, a grocery bag in his hand. Finally noticing you weren't alone, Isagi immediately pulled away from you. He felt so embarrassed as Hiori was staring at the two of you, trying not to burst out laughing. Isagi will never forget this moment. It was so damn embarrassing he thought he might die right there on the spot.

Sae's lips were right on yours as you sat on top of his lap. The two of you were in the locker room, right after Sae's long match, making out. His hands were placed right on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh through your thin shorts while he practically devoured your mouth. You were so lost in the moment, you didn't even realize when someone walked into the locker room.

Sae slowly opened his eyes, seeing Aiku standing right in the door. Aiku was staring right at the two of you, his one eyebrow raised as his gaze fell right to where Sae's hands were; your ass. Sae slowly pulled away from you, sighing heavily before telling Aiku to leave. Yeah, Sae's whole mood got ruined, and not only that, Aiku saw him absolutely gripping your ass. Sae didn't even want to think about this.

Nagi and you were laying together in bed, cuddling. A moment later, one thing led to another, and you began to make out. Nagi was lazily holding onto your hip while he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. He was enjoying himself, slowly grinding against your thigh. He was holding your face with his free hand, not paying attention to anything but you.

None of you noticed that Reo was standing right outside Nagi's room, staring. He cleared his throat, finally grabbing your attention. Nagi looked up, seeing Reo shaking his head as he stared at the two of you. Nagi totaly forgot Reo was supposed to visit that day. Reo ended up waiting in the living room while Nagi was explaining to you why he forgot to tell you Reo was coming over.

Shidou practically threw you on the bed, pouncing right at you. He immediately crashed his lips against yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. The two of you were making out, Shidou's one hand tangling in your hair and pulling on it while he used his other hand to palm himself through his sweatpants.

Just as Shidou was fighting for dominance with you, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth like a man possessed, the door opened. Shidou looked towards the door, seeing Otoya standing right there. This dude just stared at you two, and Shidou did not give two fuck. He went right back to making out with you, Otoya leaving the room immediately right after.

Ness was whimpering softly as the two of you were making out right after his game. He did so well out there, and all he wanted now was you. His hands were nestled on your waist, holding you close as he let you take control, his tongue slipping inside your mouth. He was on cloud nine, holding you tightly as if you're gonna dissapear if he lets go.

He was starting to get a little bold, fighting for dominance with you. Just as he was about to take control, he noticed Kaiser standing right behind you, looking at the two of you with disgust. Ness quickly pulled away from you, too embarrassed to continue with Kaiser being in the same room as you two. He had no idea how he's going to survive anyone seeing him making out with you.

Hugo's arms were wrapped around you as you sat on top of his lap. He invited you to watch him practice, but when he had a break, things took an unexpected turn. Now, the two of you were making out on the benches, completly lost in the moment and each other's arms. Things were heated between you two.

You were moaning softly as Hugo's tongue was all over yours. His hands were gripping your hips possessively while you ground against him. Just as Hugo was about to push things a step further, Loki came back after refilling the water bottles. You completely forgot Loki was there too. Hugo just let out a sigh, gently pulling you off his lap and going back to practice while Loki gave you a knowing look.

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[onlyhiswifey]

We love bald Itoshi Sae❤

[unknownsvoid]

ꨄ︎ OVERSTIMULATION! content warnings: brief nipple play (chigiri), handjob (bachira), riding (vast majority). gender neutral reader!

ISAGI YOICHI!

He tried – really fucking tried, but after the third time of cumming, he was fucked. Pants, whines, and moans all leave his lips at once, and your hips aren't stopping.

He shudders and sobs, jittery hands trying to stop your hips from going any further, but all the words leaving his lips say otherwise.

It's as if his body is telling him one thing, that he physically can't take any more before he explodes, but his brain is telling him another, saying that he needs it – craves it. He can't choose a side. He's stuck on the bridge between heaven and hell – purgatory, maybe? Doesn't matter. He can't even think straight enough to decide whether this is torture or not.

"Shit–... baby! Can't– fuck... I can't– more–... I don't even know what I'm saying anymore!"

MEGURU BACHIRA!

After the fifth climax, he's a mess. He pretended that after the third orgasm, it didn't burn – that it still felt good, which it did, but he couldn't ignore the pain that accompanied the orgasms following the first one.

He's crying – full on sobbing, but he's also laughing – somewhat? You think it's a laugh. You can't determine if it is or not. It's choked and raw like he's confused about how to feel.

His hips buck upwards, right into your cum-soaked hand. He's trying to chase another orgasm, regardless of how painful it is. He wants it – needs it. He doesn't care how stupid he looks right now, trying his best to fuck your fist to get what he wants.

"Baby– hahah– shit! Please— need it. It hurts so good– please! Let me cum!"

HYOMA CHIGIRI!

Embarrassingly so for him, he's ruined after the second orgasm.

He's always so confident he can take it, but when he's face-to-face with the overstimulation itself, it screws him over within seconds. Tears streaming down his face, hair scattered all over the pillow, hands braced up on your waist.

He seems a mess, and yeah, he's quick and all, but the pace you're pushing him at? Harsh – almost cruel. What's even harsher is when your hand moved up his waist to flick his nipple. Are you really trying to tear him apart?

"Shitshitshit! You're 'n asshole! Can't even think straight– fuck– cumming!"

REO MIKAGE!

Surprisingly, held himself till the fourth orgasm.

The first and second orgasm? Pure bliss. Third or fourth? Amazing, but far too overwhelming.

After the fourth one, the subtle buzzing of the vibrator you're pressing down onto his cock causes his head to spin, in a good and a bad way. Cum and pre-cum soaked the sheets below, some of it splattered his pelvis and thighs. He's a mess, hiccuping uncontrollably and flat-out sobbing.

His hand rushes to clutch at your wrist, trying to pull your hand away, or closer? He doesn't know either, and you take it upon yourself to make the decision for him, turning up the intensity of the vibrator. He practically screams when you do.

"Baby– I can't! Wait– nononono! Don't turn it– oh! Oh, fuuuuck–"

NAGI SEISHIRO!

Two orgasms and, poor thing, he's already met his limit. He was finished from the start when he agreed to let you ride him while he played around with his phone.

Now, his phone is long forgotten on the bed, his arm drapped across his face, little whimpers and broken moans leave his lips as you bounce up and down his cock.

He doesn't even know what to do with himself anymore. He's just lying there and taking it. He doesn't fight back – nothing. Just biting his lip hard enough to break skin and using his other hand to grip the sheets, grabbing a good chunk of it to twist and pull at while you ride him with increasing speed.

You're completely ruining him, making him go from nonchalant to chalant real fast. He literally cannot stop begging.

"Nghhh– slow down! Going too fast– can't keep up. Fuck– cumming again!"

RIN ITOSHI!

He was so sure he could take it. He promised you he could. He even placed money on the line for it.

Yeah, he's losing that money, though, because after the third orgasm, he's done for. He couldn't even pretend that the pleasure isn't insufferable and that's not tearing him apart, inside and out.

He's chewed the skin on his bottom lip so much that it's torn and left it bruised and bleeding. His eyes are glassy, hands flexing – nails digging into his palm, teeth digging into his tongue to try his hardest to suppress his ruined, little mewls, but there isn't even a point in trying because the muffled noises only make him sound more pathetic.

The more you move your hips, the more he's turning limp. He's seconds away from passing out at this point. Shit, even picturing the amount of orgasms to come has him feeling more lightheaded.

"So fucking evil– like a damn demon– can't stop for shit, huh? Slow down or you're gonna make me– haaah!"

[unknownsvoid]

ꨄ︎ OVERSTIMULATION! content warnings: brief nipple play (chigiri), handjob (bachira), riding (vast majority). gender neutral reader!

ISAGI YOICHI!

He tried – really fucking tried, but after the third time of cumming, he was fucked. Pants, whines, and moans all leave his lips at once, and your hips aren't stopping.

He shudders and sobs, jittery hands trying to stop your hips from going any further, but all the words leaving his lips say otherwise.

It's as if his body is telling him one thing, that he physically can't take any more before he explodes, but his brain is telling him another, saying that he needs it – craves it. He can't choose a side. He's stuck on the bridge between heaven and hell – purgatory, maybe? Doesn't matter. He can't even think straight enough to decide whether this is torture or not.

"Shit–... baby! Can't– fuck... I can't– more–... I don't even know what I'm saying anymore!"

MEGURU BACHIRA!

After the fifth climax, he's a mess. He pretended that after the third orgasm, it didn't burn – that it still felt good, which it did, but he couldn't ignore the pain that accompanied the orgasms following the first one.

He's crying – full on sobbing, but he's also laughing – somewhat? You think it's a laugh. You can't determine if it is or not. It's choked and raw like he's confused about how to feel.

His hips buck upwards, right into your cum-soaked hand. He's trying to chase another orgasm, regardless of how painful it is. He wants it – needs it. He doesn't care how stupid he looks right now, trying his best to fuck your fist to get what he wants.

"Baby– hahah– shit! Please— need it. It hurts so good– please! Let me cum!"

HYOMA CHIGIRI!

Embarrassingly so for him, he's ruined after the second orgasm.

He's always so confident he can take it, but when he's face-to-face with the overstimulation itself, it screws him over within seconds. Tears streaming down his face, hair scattered all over the pillow, hands braced up on your waist.

He seems a mess, and yeah, he's quick and all, but the pace you're pushing him at? Harsh – almost cruel. What's even harsher is when your hand moved up his waist to flick his nipple. Are you really trying to tear him apart?

"Shitshitshit! You're 'n asshole! Can't even think straight– fuck– cumming!"

REO MIKAGE!

Surprisingly, held himself till the fourth orgasm.

The first and second orgasm? Pure bliss. Third or fourth? Amazing, but far too overwhelming.

After the fourth one, the subtle buzzing of the vibrator you're pressing down onto his cock causes his head to spin, in a good and a bad way. Cum and pre-cum soaked the sheets below, some of it splattered his pelvis and thighs. He's a mess, hiccuping uncontrollably and flat-out sobbing.

His hand rushes to clutch at your wrist, trying to pull your hand away, or closer? He doesn't know either, and you take it upon yourself to make the decision for him, turning up the intensity of the vibrator. He practically screams when you do.

"Baby– I can't! Wait– nononono! Don't turn it– oh! Oh, fuuuuck–"

NAGI SEISHIRO!

Two orgasms and, poor thing, he's already met his limit. He was finished from the start when he agreed to let you ride him while he played around with his phone.

Now, his phone is long forgotten on the bed, his arm drapped across his face, little whimpers and broken moans leave his lips as you bounce up and down his cock.

He doesn't even know what to do with himself anymore. He's just lying there and taking it. He doesn't fight back – nothing. Just biting his lip hard enough to break skin and using his other hand to grip the sheets, grabbing a good chunk of it to twist and pull at while you ride him with increasing speed.

You're completely ruining him, making him go from nonchalant to chalant real fast. He literally cannot stop begging.

"Nghhh– slow down! Going too fast– can't keep up. Fuck– cumming again!"

RIN ITOSHI!

He was so sure he could take it. He promised you he could. He even placed money on the line for it.

Yeah, he's losing that money, though, because after the third orgasm, he's done for. He couldn't even pretend that the pleasure isn't insufferable and that's not tearing him apart, inside and out.

He's chewed the skin on his bottom lip so much that it's torn and left it bruised and bleeding. His eyes are glassy, hands flexing – nails digging into his palm, teeth digging into his tongue to try his hardest to suppress his ruined, little mewls, but there isn't even a point in trying because the muffled noises only make him sound more pathetic.

The more you move your hips, the more he's turning limp. He's seconds away from passing out at this point. Shit, even picturing the amount of orgasms to come has him feeling more lightheaded.

"So fucking evil– like a damn demon– can't stop for shit, huh? Slow down or you're gonna make me– haaah!"

[retroaria]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⚠︎ Hottie Alert! ⚠︎⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

✴︎˚｡⋆let’s not talk about how bad I am at titles….things the bllk boys do that make your head spin! sometimes it’s unintentional, sometimes they just wanna see that flustered look on your face… ✴︎˚｡⋆

cw: suggestive MDNI (18+), gn!afab!reader, isagi and bachira are longer bc i wrote them before i got nervous abt not having posted in a while and decided i gotta finish this fast >~<

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | requests are open! | with love -aria 💋

As told by the holy blue lock scripture (the egoist bible) we all know isagi has a thigh fetish. I like to imagine he indulges in this more subconsciously than he’d like to admit. his hand dragging up your thigh as his attention is focused elsewhere, his grip tightening, his fingers tapping slightly. he’s about three inches away from your heat and he’s rubbing his thumb in slow circles, teasing you without even knowing. when you jolt slightly from the touch he snaps his head over to you, then glances down at the position he’s got you in before scrambling an apology and moving his hand back to a safer spot, still gripping softly on your plush skin.

he has a detrimental case of hair blindness. his little sprout is adorable, but he’s never thought to pay any mind to the way his hair falls in front of his face. he simply lets it dry however it chooses and carries on with his day. he’s always found it a bit silly the way you prance over to him all flustered as he steps out of the shower, his hair pushed back, the pieces on the sides dripping little droplets down his shoulders and chest. you’d run your fingers through his pushed back bangs, admiring the full view of his face and all his features that would typically be covered by his deep blue locks.

he’s not one to tease, but he is an opportunist. when he sees you standing over the kitchen counter, cooking, cleaning, whatever it us you’re doing, he takes the opportunity to slowly grip your waist, sliding his hands up your sides before moving towards the center of your torso and fully engulfing you. he loves the way you jolt at the surprise of his gentle touch, and the way you immediately melt into him once you realize who it is.

as much as you’d love to pay attention to the actual game, it’s so hard not to let your eyes follow bachira’s every move, in what anticipation for the moment that he bends down, hands on his knees as he’s panting and sweating - just to see that sickening smirk painted across his face. it’s the same smirk he gives you before he tackles you to the bed, or when he sees you wearing something that highlights all his favorite parts of you. that devilish excitement in his eyes always serves as a painful reminder of how gorgeous your boy is (and how badly you can’t wait for this game to end so you can have him all to yourself)

his touchiness often takes him places he had never intended to go, not that either of you are complaining. when the two of you lay together he loves to let his hands roam all over you in a gentle graze across your soft skin. sometimes he’ll close his eyes as he does it, no aiming necessary when all he needs to do is feel you. and he knows just how tantalizing it is for you. every time his fingers crawl up the valley of your chest, only to come back down, grazing your softly over your tummy, giving you goosebumps.

when he’s super focused on something he tends to stick his tongue out just a bit. you’ve yet to decide if this is actually hot or if it’s just adorable, sometimes it’s both. his focus only falters when his eyes flicker up to your gaze on him and he slowly pulls his tongue back into his mouth licking his lips in the process while he looks at you - now that part of it, is in fact hot. 

nagi doesn’t do many things to purposefully get your attention other than whining at you like a baby, but over the course of your relationship he’s become aware of little things he does that seem to rile you up. he’ll lean “nonchalantly” against the door frame as he speaks to you, purposefully reach as far up as he can when he stretches so his shirt rides up his torso just the right amount, slip his hands teasingly under the hem of your shirt as he hugs you from behind.

when the two of you wake up in the mornings, nagi sits up on the bed and ruffles his hair a bit. it’s a simple ministration that always has you watching in awe as he combs his white locks back and forth, his eyes barely open as he mumbles a soft good morning to you.

if reo could make teasing you his full time job, he would. he takes any chance he can to show off when he knows he’s got your attention. and when i say he knows, i mean he literally knows.

he knows how hot he looks fresh out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist as he makes his way over to you to start some bullshit conversation that only serves as a means to get your eyes on him. he knows you’re practically oogling at him when he’s on the field, his eyes laser focused, sweat dripping, pupils blown. he pays attention to your reactions and loves them so much he goes out of his way to recreate them.

another one of his favorite tactics is whispering dirty things in your ear when your out in public. he gets off on the wide eyes you give him as his words dawn upon you, chuckling at the flush that spreads across your face.

oliver aiku morning voice would send you to heaven and back. it would heal the soul, soothe all your woes, and make you all hot and bothered at the same time. it’s incredible.

on the topic of mornings, just watching him get ready is hot (it’s not fair one guy gets to be this sexy). the silly faces he makes when he’s shaving his face are somehow also adorable though, like a girl putting on mascara. seeing him step out of the bathroom all fresh and clean, coming over to engulf you in his scent (definitely wears like a sandalwood musky type of cologne ugh) and warm soft skin. if you’re attracted to masculinity, oliver aiku is the perfect embodiment of that.

he is clueless to how attracted you really are to seeing him do all these little things. as much of a tease as he is, he doesn’t expect his casual ministrations to be such a hit.

ok so kaiser does this thing that’s maybe a little odd?? to some people?? but he loves giving you light scratches. gently dragging his nails down your back and arms and legs and watching the subtle goosebumps form. would want you to do it to him as well, it’s probably a turn on for both of you.

this man would defend you to the ends of the world. he truly believes you could do no wrong. seeing him all riled up on his own arrogance in your honor is quite a site to see.

hello tumblr goers !! aria is back in action, thank you for your patience during my mini hiatus :) i did rush this post a bit so i’d have something to give you guys while i work on my drafts. i’m gonna be closing out my event soon (i’ll try to write the prompts that weren’t requested but we’ll see) the event was lowkey a flop lmao but to those who did request thank you so much !! (i’ve noticed that events are a tumblr artifact now or maybe mine just sucked i’ll try again for 2k or 2.5k maybe) with that being said i have a cool kaiser nsfw fic coming out soon (plus more obvi) so stay tuned !! i love u guys, stay safe and stay kewl :3

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[rin-yaps]

guys count to 10 with me ill start

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[ivysbea]

2

[deltenner]

3

[butterfly-teacup]

4

[the-ellia-west]

5

[elronthemage]

6

[jackiemcjade]

7

[totally-silly-artist-yep-stable]

8

[onlyhiswifey]

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