Shiftingfawnnn

🎀 17/female

[bachiras-toaster]

bllk boys and their kinks : ̗̀➛

BLUE LOCK BOYS x f!reader

authors notes: i saw a request that asked for a size kink with kunigami but i decided to just do multiple blue lock characters’ kinks including kunigami. so go the requester that asked just know that i see you fr

contents. praise, dacryphilia, degradation, spanking, size kink, slapping

ft. rin, bachira, isagi, kunigami, sae, ness

RIN ITOSHI, DACRYPHILIA

and he’d be so damn mean about it too knowing that he loves it. as you’re positioned beneath him with your legs spread for him to hain easier access, your profusely blushing face would began to gather tears after going at it for so long. seeing your glossy eyes would only cause rin to be rougher, bullying your desperate hole as he longed to force more tears out of you. “‘re you seriously fucking crying? when i’m not even going as hard as i can be with you?”

MEGURU BACHIRA, MARKING

you marking him, him marking you— it doesn’t matter. either way, bachira could spend hours of his evening letting out little whimpers of pleasure as you left fresh hickeys across his collarbone, smiling foolishly at the knowledge that he would definitely do whatever it took to subtly reveal your work to all of his teammates. and of course, he would return the favour to you, leaving various bruises and marks on your shoulders and neck— particularly in the shapes of desperate love-bites, ensuring that you would think of him every time you saw yourself in the mirror.

YOICHI ISAGI, MASOCHISM

he is so embarrassed of it, he would probably die of literal shame if anyone else other than you found out about it. getting him to admit he even had any kinks was a rough journey, so once you found out, you abused the hell out of it. you’d spank him, bite down on his shoulders while you left hickeys, and even go as far to slap him across the face while you looked down at him on his knees, making him beg you to let him fuck you. part of you wanted to feel guilty, but the growing blush on his cheeks told you that he not only loved it, but actively wanted more.

RENSUKE KUNIGAMI, SIZE

and he tries to be gentle with you, he really does, but you’re so small in comparison to him and he just knows that if he were to even go a little bit too rough, he would break you— which only entices him further. he tries to shake off the desire to absolutely destroy you, but the sight of you just barely taking in his thick cock while his large hand ran across your panting chest to move up to your neck was enough to burn the wildest fantasies into this man’s mind. he wanted to see how much more you could take, because he surely wasn’t going to last knowing that he could cup the bottom half of your face with just one of his palms, muffling your vocal moans as you reached your high.

SAE ITOSHI, DEGRADATION

sigh he is such a bully. imagine you in doggy position while he hit it from the back in front of a mirror. you’d try to bury your head in the bedsheets to shield your blushing face, but he’d just grab you by the hair and force you to look at yourself while he leaned down and muttered dirty insults in your ear. “don’t try and hide. i want you to see how pathetic you look being fucked dumb by my cock. so fuckin’ weak, can’t even handle dick, but i bet it feels nice being handled like a slut, huh?” each string of words being even filthier than the last, he’s so good at saying the right things.

ALEXIS NESS, PRAISE

as expected from him, he just can’t get enough of it. he’s addicted to that feeling of you knelt between his legs as you jerked him off as quickly as you could, your hand sloppily running over the length of his throbbing cock before your thumb met to massage his reddened, aching tip. there would be literal tears in his eyes as he looked down to see your smirk of pleasure as your movements sped up, biting your lip when you whispered things like: “oh, look at that, you’re behaving so well. does that feel good? you look so pretty like this.”

[chuulyssa]

ness loves sharing you with kaiser <3 mdni, wc 1.6k pure filth

it started as a joke. or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

ness was inside you, slow and deep, whispering filthy little praises against your neck, and then slowly, he sighed, “kaiser would love this. the way you’re squeezing me right now… he’d lose his mind.”

you laughed breathlessly (because maybe he really was into kaiser more than into you, the way he was thinking about him during sex), clenched around him harder just to watch his eyes roll back, and teased, “then why don’t you ask him?”

you didn’t think he ever would.

but ness’s devotion to kaiser wasn’t just on the pitch, but in every glance, every lingering touch when he passed the ball, every soft “yes, kaiser”. so when, one night after a brutal match, ness came home flushed and buzzing, you knew something had happened.

he bent you against the kitchen island first, desperate, hands shaking as he hiked your skirt up.

“alex!” you squeaked out in surprise.

he buried his face in your neck and mumbled, “i asked him. about you. if he wanted… to taste.”

your hips stuttered. “and?”

ness thrust harder, voice cracking. “he said he’d think about it.”

you came so hard you saw stars.

the next few weeks were torture. ness kept dropping hints— little comments while he ate you out (“imagine kaiser here instead… with you, yeah?”), or while you rode him (“he’d hold your hips so much rougher”). and each time he did this, you got wetter. every time, ness noticed and looked at you like you were a goddess for indulging his fantasy.

finally, the night arrived.

they’d won a big match. the locker room was empty except for the three of you — ness had asked you to wait for him, and kaiser had lingered, towel slung low on his hips, smirking like he knew exactly why you were there.

ness was vibrating with nerves. he took your hand and pulled you into the showers, turning the water on low. holding your waist, he started kissing you softly — sweet, familiar kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, peeling your wet shirt off with reverent hands.

kaiser leaned against the tiled wall, watching. “so this is the famous girlfriend you won’t shut up about, ness.”

ness flushed pink, but didn’t stop undressing you. “she’s perfect,” he said quietly. “isn’t she?”

you met kaiser’s eyes. blue, sharp, predatory. your heart hammered. kaiser pushed off the wall, stepping closer. “turn her around. let me see.”

ness hesitated for half a second, then gently spun you so your back was to his chest. his hands slid up to cup your breasts through your bra and squeezing, before he gently pushed you forward as if offering you like a gift.

kaiser’s gaze raked over you. “beautiful,” he said, voice low. “but i need to know she wants this.”

you nodded quickly.

ness kissed your shoulder, whispering, “tell him properly, baby.”

“i do,” you said, voice steady despite the heat pooling between your legs. “with both of you.”

kaiser’s smirk widened. “good girl.”

he stepped in close, crowding you between them. ness’s hands stayed gentle, stroking your sides, while kaiser’s were bolder — tilting your chin up, thumb brushing your lower lip.

“favourite colour?” kaiser asked.

“blue,” you answered without hesitation.

kaiser smiled. “use it if you need. otherwise…” he glanced at ness. “you gonna share, or do i have to take?”

ness’s breath hitched. “share. please.”

kaiser chuckled darkly. “on your knees, schatz.”

you sank down, water cascading over your shoulders. ness looked at kaiser with pure adoration as kaiser dropped his towel. his cock was already half-hard, thick and heavy, and you let out the softest little whimper.

you reached for ness first — your boyfriend, your anchor — stroking him gently while you leaned in to kiss the tip of kaiser’s length. kaiser’s hand tangled in your wet hair, guiding.

“take your time,” he said. “we’ve got all night.”

you licked a stripe up kaiser’s shaft, tasting salt and clean skin, then turned to do the same to ness. back and forth, worshipping both of them, until they were fully hard and leaking.

kaiser hauled you up effortlessly, pinning you against the cool tile wall. ness dropped to his knees without being told, hands spreading your thighs as kaiser lifted one leg over his shoulder.

the first touch of kaiser’s tongue was electric.

he didn’t tease. at fucking all. he dove in like a man starved; broad licks, then focused flicks over your clit, sucking gently until your hips jerked. ness held your legs open, kissing your inner thigh, murmuring soft encouragements.

“so good, baby. you’re doing so well. look how much he likes it.”

kaiser pulled back just long enough to growl, “she’s fucking sweet,” before plunging back in. two fingers slid inside you easily — you were soaked — and he curled them just right.

before you knew it, your first orgasm hit fast and hard. you cried out, fingers scrabbling at the tile, and kaiser didn’t stop. he kept licking, slower now, drawing it out until you were shaking.

“michael—fuck—”

ness whined. “you’re saying his name…”

kaiser laughed against your pussy, the vibration making you clench. “hear that, ness? already forgetting who she belongs to.” he added a third finger, stretching you, tongue relentless. the second orgasm built slower but deeper, and when it crashed over you, you screamed kaiser’s name again.

he finally pulled back, lips shiny, eyes triumphant. “that’s two. let’s see how many more i can wring out of her before she can’t remember her own name.”

ness looked wrecked just watching. his cock was dripping, untouched. kaiser stood, spinning you to face ness. “hold her up.”

ness wrapped his arms around you from behind, kissing your neck as kaiser lined up and sank into you in one smooth thrust.

the stretch was perfect. you moaned, head falling back against ness’s shoulder.

kaiser set a brutal pace immediately. deep, punishing strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside you.

“mi— shit—”

“go on, schatz, say it.”

“d-don’t– ah! don’t stop!” 

ness’s hands roamed your body, pinching your nipples, whispering how beautiful you looked stuffed full of kaiser.

“just like that, love, yes yes,” he whimpered. “you’re doing so good for us.”

you came again on kaiser’s cock, walls fluttering around him. he didn’t slow down.

“three,” he taunted.

ness’s voice was shaky. “can i… taste her while you…?”

kaiser slowed, buried deep. “you want to lick her clit while i fuck her?”

ness’s ears turned bright red at his words, and he nodded frantically.

kaiser pulled out just long enough to maneuver you — lifting you so your legs wrapped around his waist, then guiding ness to kneel in front. ness’s tongue found your clit immediately, lapping eagerly as kaiser thrust back in.

the dual sensation was overwhelming. you sobbed, fingers tangled in ness’s hair, hips rocking between them.

kaiser’s rhythm faltered. “fuck– she’s tightening up again. gonna come on my cock while your boyfriend licks her, little slut?”

you did. spectacularly. your fourth orgasm ripped through you, vision whiting out. kaiser groaned, pace turning erratic. “where do you want it?”

“inside,” you gasped. “please—”

he came with a low growl, pulsing deep, filling you. ness moaned against your clit, licking through the aftershocks until you were trembling. kaiser pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip down your thighs. “your turn, ness.”

ness stood on shaky legs, eyes glazed. he looked at you for permission.

you nodded, pulling him close. “c-come here, baby.”

he slid into you easily — warm and familiar, but slick with kaiser’s release. the filth of it made you both moan.

kaiser watched, stroking himself lazily back to hardness. “fuck her good, ness. make her say your name for once.”

ness tried. god, he tried. sweet, deep thrusts, hands gentle on your hips, kissing you softly. but you were so overstimulated, every stroke sent sparks up your spine.

“‘lex—” you managed, and he lit up like you’d handed him the world.

kaiser stepped beside ness, hand on his shoulder. “lean forward.”

ness obeyed, bending you slightly as kaiser sat beside you. you felt ness twitch inside you. “michael—”

“keep fucking her,” kaiser ordered. “but don’t come until i say.”

ness whimpered but obeyed, pace picking up. you wrapped your legs tighter around him, meeting every thrust.

kaiser reached around, fingers finding your clit. “one more for me, princess. then he can have his turn.”

it didn’t take long. his skilled fingers and ness’s perfect angle sent you spiraling into a fifth orgasm, softer but deeper, milking ness inside you.

ness stilled, shaking. “please—”

“come,” kaiser said simply.

ness buried himself deep and came with a broken cry, filling you further, hips jerking through it.

the three of you stayed like that for a long moment — panting, tangled, water cooling around you. eventually kaiser turned the shower off. he wrapped you in a towel first, then ness, surprisingly gentle.

“you okay?” he asked you directly.

you nodded, boneless. “more than.”

ness clung to your side, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “thank you,” he whispered. “for letting me share with you.”

kaiser smirked, but there was something almost fond in it. “anytime, ness. she’s addictive.”

later, in ness’s bed, you lay between them — ness curled against your front, kaiser sprawled possessively behind you, one arm draped over both of you.

ness traced lazy patterns on your stomach. kaiser’s voice rumbled against your back. “next time, i’m making her come until she can’t say anyone’s name at all.”

ness shivered happily. “yes, michael.”

you smiled into ness’s neck, already anticipating.

a/n: idk why im so obsessed w blue lock i literally hate football. if this does well i have pt2 lined up :3

[shidoglazer]

pet play w rin ??? thank you!

down, puppy!

rin itoshi smut mdni pet play a bit of softdom!rin

＠shidoglazer

it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

it was just a joke! you two were just playing card games, and it was a promise that if he won, you’d be his pet for a whole day. but it was really just a joke! but before you knew it, he had you stripped down and collared like an actual pet. you act like you’re dreading it, you act like you hate him being so mean to you as if you were actually a dog! but really,

“if you hate it so much, then just tap on my head like i told you to if its too much. no?” rin says in a condescending tone before tugging on the leash he’s wrapped around your neck, and you find yourself unable to respond. not because he was right, but because he had a ball gag shoved into your mouth too, your drool was already leaking onto your basically bare tits, some of the drool sliding slowly to the fabric of your bra.

you were kneeling in front of him, head tilted up, eyes filled with tears and chin with drool— letting out a barely audible whine from how muffled your voice was. and what a sick fuck, he looked so content and entertained by this. your own boyfriend!

“y’re so cute.” he scratches your head before starting to unbuckle the ball gag around your head, placing it aside as you take a well-needed breath, “y-you stupid.. stupid stupid bitch..”

“yeah? i’m hurt.” he says with mock annoyance, “tell me tho, what do you want from me baby? i think i’ve had my fun dressing you up like this.” you know exactly what you want. you want to be pounded mindless til you’re a sobbing mess while you lay there limp. but obviously you won’t say that. “…i don’t know,”

rin cocks an eyebrow, his feet reaching over to the slit in your panties before feeling the wetness from your arousal, grazing over your clit a few times to which you take in a sharp breath as your hands gripped onto nothing. “it seems like you do know from how wet you are. what ideas are you having hm? don’t be shy, puppy. just tell me.”

you were about to explode, your eyes looking at every direction except for his out of embarrassment. “i.. don’t know..” you muster up the courage to lie again, but rin isn’t stupid, he knows exactly what will get you to spit the truth out. “you don’t know? i’ll decide then. kay?” you nod enthusiastically, at least you don’t have to go through the shame of saying what you want- “lets go out for a walk. like this.” obviously he wasn’t serious, but considering how dazed and hazy your mind was .. it’d be easy to say the sky is green and you’d believe so.

your eyes widened in horror, you tried to oppose but he’s already stood up and tugging on your leash, urging you to crawl towards him, “no! nonono! rin! i’ll tell you i’ll tell you, please!” and he stops in his tracks and crouches down to you, looking as if his plan went perfectly through. “entertain me.”

“want,” you gulped down your sense of shame, twiddling with the collar attached to your neck “wanna, have fun with you, in bed,” someone thats born to a dom would tell you to speak properly despite knowing what you meant, but rin is a whole different story. he’s basically has a butterfly enclosure in his stomach as he looks at your adorable face filled with blush and shame. “yyeah? i’ll give you what you want. cmon.”

without another word, he’s picked you up princess style and heads over to the bedroom. you’re in for a long night . . .

^ whatever the fuck this position is called i cant find it

rin has you pinned down onto the bed, leash tied to the headboard of the bed as your hands are gripping onto the sheets for dear life, a fluffy tail connected to a buttplug deep into your puckered hole while his dick hits into your cervix each time with brute force, you’re a slobbering mess, begging for him to slow down yet continuing to beg for more.

the continuous “plap! plap! plap!” along with your moans that synced with his thrusts filled the room, yet you couldn’t feel any sense of shame, your mind was filled with mindless pleasure

“ffuck, such a good girl, aren’t you? mh, making your boyfriend feel s’good, how’d you learn to clench that pussy so tight? y’ve been fucking wiith other people? huh?” rin was no less of a blabbering mess, letting out whatever came to his mind. you shook your head desperately when you felt him getting rougher and rougher, sobbing and moaning as you tried to respond,

“nno! no! only you! hic,, no, please.. learned- jus for you!” you shrieked out when forcefully ripped the leash off of your neck with his bare hands out of shock, his hand tugging onto your hair to forcefully move your head to face his, pressing a deep kiss onto your lips. it wasn’t tender or a gentle, but a reminder. a reminder that you were his, and he was yours.

as he pulled away, he continued the assault on your poor, swollen hole, becoming progressively more and more aggressive that it eventually marked your ass red. you couldn’t do anything except lay there limp like a good puppy would do.

“fuck.. shits pissing me off.” he groaned out, pulling out briefly to take hold on the makeshift tail you had in, tugging it out in a swift motion, “ah! hurts! hurtshurthurts!” your body shot up, crying out. rin tossed the buttplug to a corner before laying his body weight back onto you, pressing gentle kisses on your temple. “i’m sorry. let’s cover up that pain, mhm?” and without a response, he’s back into your velvet walls thrusting just as hard as before.

“feels so much better. doesn’t it?” he takes hold onto your nape, gripping it as leverage while he fucks into you “hnghh, dunno, dunno.. rinnie, pleaseee..” “answer properly.” he responded with a demanding tone, your body was basically begging to be let go of this torture, yet your mind was completely cockdrunk and begging for more.

“m’sorry.. feels s’good, wan cum.. cum,, cumm!!..” you felt your orgasm approaching, clit throbbing as it rubs against the mattress. “rinnie..” you called out to your boyfriend almost pitifully, turning your head to look at him with your dewy eyes.

“yeah, pup?” “kiss.. kiss while cum.. please, m’soclose! soclosesoclose—” you didn’t have to ask twice for rin to immediately crash down onto your lips, both of you just as equally aggressive with it.

both of your orgasms hit you both like a ton of bricks, you were moaning and whining into rins mouth as you felt electricity volt through your body. rin groaned out, giving a few more thrusts before filling your walls with his cum, marking you as his completely. as you both pulled away from the kiss, rin went limp on your body, causing you to cough, “too heavy! get off!” you kicked your legs angrily

rin let out a small hum of acknowledgment before lifting himself up and pulling out of you, letting a bucketload of cum leak out of your hole, staining the bedsheets under you. he hummed while admiring the masterpiece, his masterpiece.

though, he didn’t waste much time before scooping you into his arms and pressing soft kisses on your face, a complete contrast of how he was when he was fucking into you so ravenously. “are you okay? did i go too rough? did i do anything wrong? i’m sorry if-” you cut him off with a kiss, burying your face in his shoulder, arms wrapping around him. “it felt good. so shush.” “..mm.” he propped your thighs around his waist before picking you up and heading to the bathroom where you both laid in the tub for almost 3 hours while napping together.

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a/n this req has been ROTTING in my inbox im literally so sorry.

[shidoglazer]

hi hiii!! Rin and overstimulation??..

just that?

rin itoshi smut mdni overstimulation ＠shidoglazer

“r-rin.. please, too slowww…” you squirmed under his body frame that was towering over yours as he tortured you with an excruciatingly slow pace. deep thrusts with his tip hitting your cervix, his length rubbing against your g-spot, everything about it was making you whimper like a puppy in heat. he’s been leaving you both on the edge for hours, so why is it that you’re the only one that’s being a needy idiot?! he seems completely unbothered!

rin cocked an eyebrow at your pleas, grabbing your ankles and pulling you closer to him, your clit hitting his pelvis as your back arched, feeling him go impossibly deeper into you.

“huh? watch your mouth. stop complaining and tell me what you want.” he stopped moving his hips but he was still buried deep into you as he awaited your response. he looked directly into your eyes, basically staring daggers into them as he got impatient. you on the other hand, was struggling to keep eye contact with him. your lips parted to form a response, stuttering a bit.

“i- rin, wanna cum, wan you to go faster, please..” your hands trailed up to grip onto one of his hands as if you were pleading for him. his glare was still unwavering, letting out a low hum as his free hand trailed to your abdomen, pressing on it gently. “that’s all you want? 100%?” and you nodded your head frantically, he was more than glad to comply and make his girl happy. just not in the way you thought how.

the only requests you asked of him was to go faster and let you cum, sure, of course; they were easy enough .. rin gripped both sides of your hips and moved his hips backwards, then slamming the whole thing back into you with speed and force, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as your mouth spread wide to let out an ear-raping moan.

then, his grip tightened on your hips before starting to speed up suddenly, no buildup or warning whatsoever. he let out a low groan from the back of his throat as he examined your fucked out face, the way your body was completely limp and moving backwards each time he thrusted into you, your arms on either sides of your head against the mattress that tried to grip onto nothing as leverage— god, you were so stupid and he loved it.

you didn’t need to say it outloud for rin to realise you were about to cum, the way your legs wrapped around his torso to pull him closer as your pussy clenched around his cock tightly, the way you were basically shaking under him, and he was more than happy to let his sweet girl cum.

as your orgasm washed over you, you expected rin to slow down like he usually does— but no, he continued jackhammering into your sweet pussy harshly, causing you to grip onto the sheets and desperately try to escape from the overstimulating sensations, your legs kicking in the air as you tried to push him off, only to be met with him slamming you back down onto his cock by your hips.

“rin! riiiinnnnn! jus came! wait wait wait wait, please! rrinnn,, hnnnghh, sensitive, baby, ppplease, ii ccaaaaant, hwaaa, ii,, aahh,” your sentences became more and more slurry the longer he fucked into your overstimulated hole. rin gripped your jaw harshly, forcing you to look at him.

“you wanted to cum, i let you cum, you wanted me to go faster, i went faster. see how i was so behaved? so now behave for me to return the favour.” he placed a firm pat on your cheek as if to mimic a slap before going back to holding onto your hips and fucking into you like a wild animal until finally, he came and shot a bucket load of his seed onto your walls. he threw his head back and let out a looooong sigh before coming down from his high and pulling out of you, immediately looking at your already limp body paired with your fucked out face sprawled onto the bed.

he didn’t hesitate to pick you up into his arms and press gentle kisses onto your lips, rubbing your back soothingly.

“sorry, princess. too rough? i’ll make it up to you later. cmon, hold onto me. i’ll give you a bath.”

“…ice cream.. rin,”

“okay. i’ll get ice cream for you, baby.”

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[shidoglazer]

attention whore

part 1 ryusae x reader smut mdni 3some

sae - pink

shidou - red

after that night, you kept in contact with sae but never got physical with him. you explained the situation whereas shidou got… mad (?) at you, and he understood.

you thought that was the last of sae you were going to see, and it didn’t make you feel any particular type of way, you both have only ever hooked up a few times. you weren’t sure if he even liked you. until one day you walked into your shared apartment with your boyfriend, and seeing sae and shidou on the couch talking. what. the fuck.

you immediately caught their attention as they turned their heads, staring at your dumbfounded expression. saes face was as cold as ever, while shidou was grinning like an idiot. “look who’s back. come, join us.” shidou patted the empty space of the couch between them. “welcome back.” you placed down your bags, walking over to the couch and hesitantly sitting down between them, hands on your thighs as you looked to the floor while sae and shidou were just.. staring at you.

“well? don’t you have anything to say?” he stared at your face with that same piercing gaze as ever, placing his warm palm onto your thigh, gripping it softly.

“i thought y’liked being an attention whore, where’s allat now?”

god you really felt like burying a hole into the ground and jumping straight into it. you tripped over your words, not sure wether to look at sae or shidou. “i, i’m sorry, but what’s going on?? why are you both here?”

“i think were all clear on why we’re here.” with that stupid grin plastered onto his face.

“oh- oh god!. fuck! sae, haah,” you moan out as sae placed one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling circles around it as 2 of his fingers assaulted the other one just as skilfully, letting out low groans that sent shivers down your body. you were laid on top of sae while shidou was behind you plunging into your gummy walls, his dick coated in your arousal. the way you clenched around him when sae teased your nipples didn’t go unnoticed by him, scoffing as he placed a hard slap onto your ass, causing you to bite your lower lip while letting out a strained moan, going rougher on you.

“princess, who do you think is fucking your hole right now? hm? calling out saes name instead of mine? you really are an attention whore.” he let out a disappointed sigh, fucking into you faster until you had tears streaming down your face. “i’hmn sorrrryyhh.. ryuu!! ah, nnnghhhh!!..”

sae let go of your nipple with a “pop!” when he felt one of your tears drip down onto his head, lifting his body up slightly and trailing his hand to your cheek, caressing it softly to wipe away your tears. his touch was so gentle compared to shidou. “it’s okay, just be a good girl for shidou, mhm? i’m here baby.” you nodded mindlessly at saes words, pouting as the thrusts from shidou were never ending.

you felt the familiar coiling in your stomach as you neared your orgasm, your fingers clutching onto saes shoulders to balance yourself. “oh my god, ryu! ryu, cummin, cumming! please!” “mhm? cum for me, doll.” your back arched, letting out a loud whine as you felt yourself release, along with shidous warm arousal coating your walls. you went limp against saes body as shidou gave you one last thrust to make sure everything was rutted into you.

sae stroked your head gently when you went limp, earning a scoff from shidou as he slowly pulled out, watching you boths mixed juices leak out from your hole. “y’re pampering her too much, no wonder she likes you.” “my apologies that i have the decency to not make a girl cry, unlike someone.”

shidou rolled his eyes, laying onto the bed next to you two. “your turn, shes all yours now.” sae hummed, lifting you up gently and laying you onto the bed on your elbows and knees, placing his hand on one of the globes of your ass, caressing it as the other hand lined up with your core, pushing in slowly, earning a breathy moan from you. “s-sae.. feels good,,” “mhm? just relax. i’ll take care of you.”

sae started pumping in you gently, while shidou went in front of you, getting onto his knees and tilting your chin up, thumb on your lower lip. “open up, doll.” you did as told before even processing it, eyes rolling to the back of your head when shidou suddenly started fucking your throat. the thrusts from sae helped jerk your body to bob your head over shidous dick, while the vibrations from your moans felt euphoric for shidou.

sae was clearly not amused, suddenly thrusting faster and rougher then before, landing a small spank onto your ass, not enough to hurt but enough to grab your attention. “pay attention to me if you want to cum.“ he said with a piercing tone,staring daggers into shidous eyes. you whined when sae said that, but being completely cut off when shidou shoved his whole cock down your throat, causing you to gurgle and gag around it. he grinned at how dissatisfied sae looked. you yourself weren’t sure who to pay attention to, clenching around saes cock as you kept your mouth open wide for shidou to use while your moans came out muffled.

when shidou reached his breaking point, he pulled out fast, making you cough at the sudden emptiness. he started stroking his own shaft, pumping his cum all over to your face as you closed your eyes, continuing to let out loud moans while sae was pounding into you ruthlessly now, as if he was extremely opposed to your attention being put on shidou when sae was the one fucking you so deliciously.

“sae, g’na cum! oh god, sae, sae!!!..” “good girl. timing it so well with me. cmon, cum for sae.” your back was arched as you reached your climax, the sensations washing over your body like a tidal wave while all you could do was moan helplessly, shaking like a leaf under saes frame while he rutted into you, filling your stomach with warmth.

· · · ★彡 · · ·

after that night, sae started coming over a lot more frequently. not just for sex, he would just hang out with you and shidou, or even just be reading a book at the corner of the room while you and shidou went at it. it was no doubt that eventually, he became apart of your relationship, and now you and shidou both were basically saes kids from how childish your bickering was.

“he’s being such a jerk! he keeps calling me a stupid cock slave!”

“you enjoy being called that! tch, sue a guy for giving his own girlfriend a pet name.” “excuse me?!-“

“enough. both of you. whoever keeps going is cleaning the bathroom.”

sigh .. he wasn’t sure if you both were his partners or kids at this point ..

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missed you.

reo mikage smut mdni ＠shidoglazer

dumbification overstimulation breeding kink

REO MIKAGE is an absolute gentleman. wether it be during your dates, or just random moments in you two’s relationship, and everyone knew that by now. he made sure he’d book a whole restaurant just for your dates, he made sure the employees at the jewellery shop escorted everyone else out just for you, he made sure to do everything that made you happy.

he’s such a sweetheart, even during sex. he’ll be so gentle and passionate, checking up on you every time your body shudders under him from how deep he’s reaching into, how he’s basically going to make you cum from how sweet his voice sounds. “is this okay? hmm? such a good girl. taking it so well, you were just made for me, right? so perfect, i love you so much.” god. if only you could respond with something just as equally sweet that wasn’t your soft moans and whines.

he tries to control his temper whenever he’s with you. when you visited him during work-hours unexpectedly and saw how he was with employees that didn’t reach his standards, you swore it was like seeing a whole other person. but as soon as his eyes landed on you, everything about him softened. “princess! you didn’t tell me you were coming? cmon, i’ll take you to my office.” like it was a complete switch from the reo that was just speaking in such a stern tone with a murderous look on his face..

sometimes, he really does get frustrated. with football, his monster parents and his workload that just keeps piling up, you’d find him distancing himself from you to not accidentally snap at you, and you were more than okay with that after he explained why. he needed space, and you respected it. but after basically a whole week of not seeing you from how often he needed to go to the office, he finally got a rest day. you were waiting at the livinh room for him like an excited puppy, and as soon as you heard the keys jingling outside, not a second was wasted when you got up from the couch and hugged your boyfriend who just stepped into the house.

“reoooo!! i missed you so much!” “i missed you too, darling. i missed you so much. too much.”

he let out a deep sigh as he relaxed into you, his voice sounding exhausted. he shut the door and immediately brought you to the bedroom, pushing you onto the bed and capturing your lips in a desperate kiss. cupping your cheeks as he pulled away slowly, leaning down to your neck and pressing a kiss on it, causing you to shiver. “darling, can we? i’m so tired. just wanna spend time with you.”

“reo! reo!- oh my god, fuck fuck fuck!! p-please! slow down!” he had your body pinned onto the wall, stomach flat against it while he was holding onto your hips as leverage, pounding into you ruthlessly. tears were streaming down your face from overstimulation yet you didn’t try to escape it. your walls were clenching around his cock as it continuously hit your g-spot, making you squirm underneath him.

“i know, i know.. i’m sorry princess, mhm? you’ll forgive reo, right? i just missed you so much, missed your pretty hole.”

you couldn’t really do anything else but nod for him as he was fucking into you like a sex machine, the way he was roughhousing you marked your asscheeks red from the constant slapping and occasional spanks from him. his thrusts had a rhythm to it, and your moans aligned with them perfectly. you felt like you were out of breath whenever reo slipped his cock into you, yet it felt like heaven whenever he did so.

reo gripped onto your hips tightly, speeding up his pace as his head rested on your shoulder, your hands gripping onto nothing against the wall as you bit your lower lip roughly, letting out strained noises. his pace didn’t falter, one of his hands trailing up to grip onto your hair tightly, pulling it up to get a view of your face before kissing your cheek, then trailing that hand to your throat, applying pressure onto it while he heard you gargle and choke. “shit baby. you’re so fucking hot, you don’t mind doing this for reo, mhmn? gonna make me feel good?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you nodded, head going fuzzy at all the sensations. the cock that was fucking into you with such a delicious pace, the voice that was so gentle, the hand that was basically the whole size of your neck ..

you quickly snapped out of it when you felt your heartbeat accelerating from the lack of oxygen and the familiar coil in your stomach. what the fuck? were you really about to cum from reo choking you? you let out a strangled noise, tapping on reos hand. he didn’t hesitate to let go, causing you to cough for a awhile.

“.ahhgg, fuck.. baby.. g’na cum! please, can i cum? been a good girl for you,” you begged out desperately for his permission, yet despite that his pace didn’t slow down a single bit. “go ahead, sweet girl.”

and that was it, you came undone on his cock as all the sensations washed over you, letting out guttural moan. “t-thank you! thank you thank you thank you reo!, fuuuucknngg.!” your back arched, yet something was different, he kept fucking into your hole despite you just coming undone, usually he’d wait for you to come down from your high first but..

“w-wait! wwait wait wait! reo- i just came! nghhhaahhh, i, fuck!” his thrusts were unwavering as he placed a spank onto your ass, causing you to yelp as your legs trembled from the overstimulation. “cmon, i know you’re better than this. just, just wait for me to finish, kay? it’ll be quick,, promise..” yet despite that, it didn’t help you from the tears streaming down your face, the way your clit was throbbing and the fact that the neighbours could probably hear your cries.

reo did finish up quick, before your legs gave out at least. he thrusted into you one last time, letting out a low groan as he gripped onto your waist tightly, filling you to the brim with his cum. he leaned down, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. you were completely fucked dumb, not being able to say anything except his name. he found you so cute like this ..

he pulled out, letting everything leak onto the floor beneath you two before picking you up and bringing you to the bathroom, placing you both in the tub as you relaxed onto his chest, exhausted.

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can't get enough of you ft. multiple blue lock men

・❥・blue lock boys and the way they want you

ft. sae, rin, kaiser, nagi, isagi, bunny

sae itoshi

sae doesn't chase. he doesn't need to. there's something in the way he looks at you that makes the air thin, like every cell in your body becomes hyper-aware that his eyes are on you. it's not even hunger, exactly. it's certainty. the quiet, unnerving confidence of someone who already knows how this ends.

he has a specific kind of patience that is somehow more unnerving than impatience. he'll let you talk. let you make your little jokes, let you build your argument, let you feel like you're in control. and then his hand finds the back of your neck, thumb pressing to the base of your skull, and every word you were forming dissolves. sae has figured out that silence is his most devastating weapon.

in bed, sae is exacting. methodical. he pays attention in a way that feels almost clinical until it doesn't, until you realise he's catalogued exactly what makes you break and he's applying that knowledge with surgical precision. he'll find the exact angle that makes you dig your nails into his shoulders and then he'll hold it. grinding slow and deep. rolling his hips in that deliberate, controlled rhythm while he watches your face like you're the most interesting thing he's ever studied.

he'll fuck you until your thighs are shaking and the sounds coming out of your mouth don't sound like words anymore and still he won't speed up unless he decides to. you don't get to decide that. you get to take what he gives you and maybe once, right at the end, like he can't help it, he’ll crack and give you what you wish for. just enough to push you over the edge and leave you wanting more

he did warn you. he told you to stop squirming and you didn't listen so now his hand is flat against the small of your back, pinning you face-down against the mattress, and he's taking his sweet time about it.

"sae—"

"i said don't move."

his cock drags out slowly. unbearably slowly. every ridge of him pulling back until only the tip is inside and your fingers are clutching the sheets and a sound comes out of you that you didn't plan.

"please—"

"please what." he doesn't move. just waits, the heat of his palm pressing harder against your spine. "say it. let me hear you say it."

you hate him. you tell him you hate him. the words come out strangled and desperate and nothing like you intended.

"yeah," he says, low and almost bored, and pushes back in. one long, grinding stroke that goes so deep your vision tilts. "hate me while you take my cock, then. go on."

your face goes into the pillow. his hand tightens on your back. he does it again. exactly the same. exactly that slow. his other hand finds your hair, fists it, pulls your head back.

"tell me you want it," he says against your ear. his voice is barely above a murmur and somehow that makes it worse, makes it land somewhere behind your sternum. "tell me you want me to split you open and i'll give you what you're begging for."

you say it. god, you say it, and you mean every word, and his whole chest exhales above you like he was holding his breath.

"good girl," he says, and finally, finally gives you exactly that.

rin itoshi

rin has the energy of someone perpetually two minutes away from grabbing you by the collar. not chaotic. controlled. coiled. you'll say something or look a certain way and you can physically watch the restraint click into place behind his eyes. he holds it together. barely.

he's competitive in everything and sex is not an exception. if you're feeling good, he's going to make sure you're completely ruined. rin treats your pleasure like a personal challenge and approaches it with the same obsessive focus he brings to everything else he's ever decided to be the best at.

rin goes feral for eye contact. if you look away when it's getting too intense, he'll find your jaw with his hand and guide your face back. "look at me." quieter than you'd expect. barely above a murmur. he needs to see it. needs to watch what he's doing to you and confirm it with his own eyes. when you finally break, when your mouth falls open and your eyes go wet and glassy, he doesn't look away for a second.

the sounds he makes are the thing that breaks you every time. every emotion compressed and managed, but during sex rin itoshi makes broken, helpless sounds that don't belong to the composed boy you know outside this room. ragged breathing. low, rough groans when he's close. your name like it got knocked out of him.

rin's been inside you for what feels like forever and you're already coming down from your second and he hasn't stopped. hasn't even slowed down.

"rin— rin, i can't—"

"you can."

"it's— it's too much, i—"

"no it's not." his hand slides down your stomach, thumb finding your clit, and your whole body jerks. "you're gonna come on my cock again and you're gonna look at me when you do it. understand?"

the sound that comes out of you is embarrassing. wrecked and wet and high-pitched and his jaw goes tight when he hears it, the muscle in his cheek flickering, and he pushes deeper. harder. grinds in until your vision blurs and your nails are breaking the skin of his forearm and you're crying, properly crying, tears running sideways into your hair.

"there," he breathes, watching your face fall apart. "there you go. that's what i want. that's exactly it."

"rin— oh god, rin—"

"say it again." his rhythm stutters for just a second before picking up harder, relentless. "my name. keep saying it."

you do. you say his name like a prayer and like a curse and like the only word left in you, and he makes a sound like something got knocked loose inside him, rough and uncontrolled, his forehead dropping to yours.

"you feel so fucking good," he says, voice cracked open, barely his own. "so good, so perfect, you're mine— you're mine, say you're mine—"

you tell him. and when you feel him shudder apart above you, jaw clenched and eyes squeezing shut despite himself, you think you've never seen anything more honest in your life.

michael kaiser

kaiser is the most transparent when it comes to sex, which somehow makes him more dangerous. he looks at you like he's already imagining it and he knows you know. he actually finds it amusing. he wants you slightly off-balance. not scared. just tilted, off your axis, reaching for footing you've already lost.

he talks constantly. kaiser's mouth is always going and in bed this is no different. the dirty talk is fluid and unhurried, like he's narrating something happening to someone else, except his hips are doing something absolutely catastrophic and your ability to engage with language has completely short-circuited.

kaiser is big and he knows it and he uses this information deliberately. it always starts slow just to watch your expression change as you adjust. he'll hold your face in his hand and watch the way your eyes go unfocused as he pushes in inch by inch and say something obscene and affectionate simultaneously. and mean every word.

kaiser laughs during sex sometimes. not meanly, but with genuine amusement, usually when you say something desperate or when you're trying to hold yourself together and failing spectacularly. "you're already this wrecked and i've barely started, liebling. embarrassing." it's insufferable. and then he'll push in deep and hold it and watch your mouth fall open and the laughter goes quiet, replaced by something more focused, more hungry.

you told him to stop being smug about it and he tilted his head and smiled and now you're on his cock with both his hands on your hips controlling every single movement and you haven't been allowed to come yet.

"kaiser—"

"kaiser what." he tilts his hips and you gasp. "finish the sentence."

"please, i need—"

"you need what, liebling." he lifts you slightly, drops you back down, slow, and your thighs are shaking on either side of him. "you need this cock? is that what you're trying to say? because it sounds like you're trying to say that."

"please let me come," you say, and it sounds wrecked and small and you don't even care anymore. "please, please, i need—"

he considers it. his thumb traces over your lower lip and you open for him without thinking, and he watches that with his eyes going dark.

"look at you," he says softly. "so desperate you're drooling on my thumb. so full of me you can't think. this is what you look like when you're completely mine, do you know that?" his hips roll upward, slow and devastating. "you take me so well. every inch. like you were made for it. say you were made for it."

"i was— i was made for it, please—"

"there it is." something shifts in his expression. the smug edge drops into something rawer. "since you asked so nicely."

nagi seishiro

i think the best way to word this is that nagi kinda works with a delay? everything he does is low effort, unhurried. and then you'll be sitting next to him and his hand will find your thigh without any announcement and just... stay there. heavy. warm. and then move a slow inch. like he's got nowhere to be. and suddenly the lethargy is something else entirely.

in bed, he's slow and thorough in a way that should not be allowed. long, slow, grinding movements. his cock filling you up on every stroke while he watches your face with that half-lidded gaze and stays unhurried about it even as your back arches and your voice breaks and you're begging him, properly begging him, and he just adjusts the angle slightly and makes it somehow worse.

don't let the energy fool you though. when something catches his interest, nagi's attention is absolute. that thing you mentioned once, offhand, that felt really good. he remembered. he will use it against you.

he's most dangerous when he's between your thighs with no particular agenda and nowhere to be. eating you out with long, unhurried strokes of his tongue while you pull at his hair and whimper and he glances up with that half-lidded look and goes back to exactly what he was doing like you didn't say anything.

you don't remember how long nagi has been taking you apart between your legs. he hasn't fucked you yet and you've already come once and you're so close again you could scream.

"nagi— nagi, please—"

"mm."

"i need you to— god, please, just—"

"just what." he says it sleepy and unhurried and his fingers curl inside you and crook just slightly and the sound that rips out of you is involuntary. "that?"

"yes— yes, like that— nagi, please, i need you inside me—"

he pulls his fingers out slow. licks them clean without looking away from your face. and then he's settling between your thighs, finally, pushing in, and your whole body exhales around him like it's been waiting.

"nagi—"

"shhh." he doesn't speed up. just fills you, all the way, and breathes against your neck. "feel that?"

"yes—"

"all of it?" he rolls his hips. once. deep. you sob. "you're so wet. you wanted this so bad, huh."

"yes, nagi, please move, please—"

"i'll move," he murmurs, pulling back slow, pushing back in slower. "gonna take my time with you angel, till you're crying. you're close, aren't you." it's not a question. his palm slides under your lower back, tilting you up, and the angle changes and you feel him in your stomach. "gonna make you come on my cock until you can't remember anything else, okay?"

isagi yoichi

isagi burns. there's this current that runs through him, this constant low hum of drive and want that never powers down, and when he focuses it on you the intensity is slightly disorienting. he does nothing halfway. when he's in, he's completely in.

he'll say things during sex that come out way more sincere than dirty. "you feel so good, god," breathless, genuinely amazed, like he can't help it. it keeps slipping from filthy into something more honest, more exposed. the rawness of it has no performance behind it whatsoever.

he gets loud. he's a vocal person in general and that doesn't change in bed. low moans, sharp gasps, your name when he's close, broken and ragged. isagi has exactly zero poker face during sex and the rawness of that is its own kind of devastating.

has a thing for mornings. his hands are finding you while you're still figuring out where you are. warm and insistent and already hard against your back, mouth on your neck, saying your name like it's a question that has only one correct answer.

isagi has his face buried in your neck and his hips are stuttering and he keeps saying your name like a broken record and honestly you're both barely holding on.

"isagi—"

"yeah— yeah, i know, i—" a rough exhale. "you close?"

"yes— god, yes—"

"okay," he breathes, adjusting the angle, and hits something that makes you see white. "okay, i've got you— there, yeah? right there?"

"yes— yes, don't stop, please don't stop—"

"i've got you," he says again, and it sounds like a promise and a plea all at once. his hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise. "god, you feel so fucking good, you don't even— i think about this all the time, i think about being inside you and i can't— you're so perfect, i can't stand it, i—"

the words are crumbling apart at the edges, losing structure, becoming something less like language and more like need. his rhythm is breaking too, hips snapping forward harder, less controlled, chasing something he can't quite reach yet.

"tell me you want it," he manages, voice wrecked. "tell me you want me to fill you up, please, i need to hear you say it—"

bunny iglesias

bunny carries himself like someone who's decided the world is a joke he's already in on. that loose, unhurried confidence. somehow that energy is worse when it's directed at you specifically. because it's not casual anymore. it's pointed. he's watching you the way someone watches a move they've already decided to make.

bunny flirts the way he plays: total confidence, improvisational ease that makes it look effortless even when it isn't. he'll say something that catches you completely off guard and then watch the effect with those dark, sharp eyes and smile slowly. you tell him he's too much. he agrees, cheerfully, and does it again.

he's attentive in a way that reads as devastating when you realise how closely he's been paying attention. he noticed what made you shiver three weeks ago and he hasn't forgotten and he will use that information with zero mercy. when he first pushes inside you his breath goes slow and controlled for just a moment, and you can feel how much he's holding back. "you good?" and when you say yes he exhales and starts to move and lets the composure go in pieces.

the sounds bunny makes are low and private, swallowed half the time, escaping anyway. sharp breath through his teeth when the angle shifts. a rough "dios mio" muttered into your hair when you do something that wrecks him. your name when he's close, said quietly, like it's something he's been sitting with.

bunny's been taking you apart for so long you've stopped keeping track of time and you're on your third orgasm and he still hasn't stopped touching you.

"bunny— i can't— i'm too—"

"shhh." his mouth drags across your collarbone. "you're fine."

"i'm not fine, i'm— oh god—"

"yeah," he says, and you can hear the smile in it even when you can't see his face. "i know."

he's inside you and moving and the pace is slow and rolling and absolutely merciless and his thumb hasn't left your clit and your brain has gone completely offline.

"bunny," you say, and it sounds like begging.

"yeah."

"i need— please—"

"what do you need." he lifts his head. looks at you. his eyes are dark and sharp and underneath the composure there's something raw and hungry and real. "tell me. be specific, amor. i want to hear exactly what you want from me."

you tell him. you tell him in specific, embarrassing, desperate detail and you watch his jaw go tight and his chest expand on a slow breath and something in his expression drops the rest of the way, the last of the composure sliding off like he can't hold it anymore.

"again," he says, voice lower. "say it again."

you do. and his hips snap forward, finally, hard and deep, and his hand wraps around the back of your knee and pushes it up and he goes deeper and you cry out and he groans against your throat, rough and unguarded and real.

"that's it," he breathes, and his rhythm builds, relentless. "that's exactly it. you feel so good taking me. so perfect, mira, look at yourself— taking everything i give you—"

an: TWO back to back multi character posts? who am i? anyways which characters should i also do i'm on a dry streak </3

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you'll never see it cumming ft. multiple blue lock men

・❥・what "unexpected" kinks do the blue lock men keep to themselves?

ft. sae, rin, kaiser, nagi, reo, isagi

itoshi sae

it's fair play to assume sae is a stone-cold dom who fucks like he plays, precise and efficient and completely without feeling. and whilst that's mostly true nobody sees the validation. the praise kink coming, specifically the way it's directed outward. he doesn't need to hear that he's good. he needs to hear that you are. he wants to watch you come apart while he tells you exactly how well you're taking him, and it's the closest thing to tenderness he lets himself have.

"good girl. just like that. you're doing so well." it comes out low and even, like he's narrating something clinical instead of fucking you senseless, but the words land differently coming from sae. he doesn't say anything he doesn't mean. when he calls you his good girl with his cock buried to the hilt and his thumb pressed flat against your clit, it hits like a reward you've been starving for without knowing it.

sae completely unravels if you run your fingers through his hair during sex. not pulling, not rough. just slow, gentle threading through those pink strands while he's stuffed between your thighs. the first time you did it without thinking, he went still for a full three seconds. then he pressed his face into your neck, hips stuttering and he ended up fucking you harder than he ever had before, without a single word of explanation.

he will never bring it up (god forbid his ego). if you mention it afterward he'll give you the most withering look in existence and leave the room. but the next time you're in bed together, his head will drift toward your hand automatically, like an orbit he can't help.

itoshi rin

rin's whole sex drive is built around eye contact. he cannot get off properly if you're looking away from him. it's not romantic, it's territorial. he wants to watch the exact moment your expression breaks, wants to see you go from composed to absolutely wrecked, wants that evidence pinned to him specifically. he will grip your jaw and tilt your face back toward his if you turn away.

"look at me." not a suggestion. never a suggestion with rin.

rin also has an obsession with your hands. the way they grip the sheets. the way they press against his chest when he's too deep. the way they shake when he's got you too close to the edge to think straight. he watches your hands like they're telling him everything you won't say out loud, and he'll pin them above your head not just to dominate you (that too though), but because he wants them where he can see them. he wants to know what your body is doing to cope with him.

if you scratch down his back he will make a feral sound. low and sharp and involuntary. it surprises him more than it surprises you, and he will absolutely punish you for it by slowing down to an agonising pace until you're begging and crying and promising things you're not sure you can actually deliver.

size fixation goes both ways with rin. he wants to feel how much bigger he is than you, wants to wrap his whole hand around your wrist and feel the overlap, wants to crowd you into a wall and notice how you have to tilt your head back just to see his face. but he also wants you to feel it. wants to hear you say it's too much. wants you gasping you're too big, rin, it's too much, i can't, because something feral in him responds to that confirmation.

"s'too much?" he'll ask, voice calm, jaw tight, hips not stopping. "you'll take it."

michael kaiser

this guy presents as the most obvious dom in any room he enters and that's exactly what he wants you to think. he is loud, he is dramatic, he loves performing power, and it's not a lie, he is dominant, but what you don't clock until you're actually in bed with him is the service kink buried underneath all of it.

he wants to wreck you so thoroughly that you are completely non-functional. that's the goal. your pleasure isn't a vehicle for his ego, it's the actual destination. he will spend 45 minutes between your thighs with his fingers and his mouth, cataloguing exactly what makes you sob, and he will look like he's winning a championship the entire time. chin wet. completely satisfied with himself in a way that has nothing to do with his own orgasm.

"you're close, aren't you, schatz. look at you. so desperate for it." smug as hell. when you finally cum he looks at you like he just scored a hat trick.

kaiser cannot handle silence. he needs noise, specifically your noise. moans, whimpers, broken little syllables of his name, even just the sound of you breathing too hard. if you go quiet while he's fucking you he will take it personally and do something about it immediately, angle differently, press his thumb somewhere devastating, lean down and talk filth directly into your ear just to pull a reaction out of you. silence feels like losing. he refuses to lose.

despite all the ego there's definitely an underlying praise kink. if you call him perfect at the right moment, if you look up at him with glossy eyes and say you feel so good, michael, you're perfect, something in his chest does something embarrassing and his thrusts go from controlled to desperate in about four seconds.

he will immediately do something to reset the power balance. but both of you definitely aint forgetting that.

seishiro nagi

nagi basically functions like a sleeper agent. you'll assume he's lazy in bed because he's lazy everywhere else. ironically bed is one of the few things in life that has managed to hold his genuine attention, and the calculation changes completely.

nagi has a breeding kink. not the performed, dirty-talk version. the quiet, unsettling, completely sincere version where he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and presses himself inside you slow and deep and tells you in that flat, half-asleep voice that you should stay just like this. something about the way he says it makes it clear he's not joking.

he doesn't dirty talk much but when he does it comes out calm and matter-of-fact in a way that is somehow ten times more devastating than if he'd shouted it. "you feel so good. want to stay inside you." said with the same energy as commenting on the weather.

he also has an oral fixation that extends to you specifically. he will put your fingers in his mouth, press his lips to your shoulder, the curve of your neck, the inside of your wrist. not aggressively, not biting hard, just, he likes having something in his mouth, and apparently that's you now. he'll suck lazy marks into your skin while you're trying to have a normal conversation and seem completely unbothered by your reaction.

during sex nagi goes slow and deep rather than fast. he grinds. slowly. absolutely maddening. and he watches your face with those heavy-lidded eyes like he has nowhere else to be and nowhere he'd rather look, and the combination of his total unhurried attention and how full you feel is enough to make your vision blur at the edges.

he will not stop until you've cum at least twice. not out of performance, not out of ego. purely because he finds your orgasms interesting and wants to keep watching them happen.

reo mikage

reo reads as soft and romantic and perfectly gentle, and he is genuinely all of those things, but underneath all the silk and decorum there is something that has been held tightly for too long, and the moment he's in private with someone he trusts, it needs to come loose.

reo responds to being edged like nothing else. if you bring him close and pull back, close and pull back, his composure cracks layer by layer in a way that is almost uncomfortable to witness. by the third time he's crying without meaning to, hands fisted in the sheets, his whole carefully constructed version of himself just gone.

"please." reo begging. reo, who has never needed anything in his material life, saying please with his face wet and his cock flushed and his whole body shaking. it does something irreversible to you.

reo loves scent. not in a strange way, in a completely obsessive territorial way. he wants to smell like you and he wants you to smell like him. he'll pull you against his chest after sex and press his face into your hair and just breathe, and if you're wearing a piece of his clothing he will short-circuit quietly in a way he is absolutely not equipped to put into words.

the caretaking runs both ways. he wants to take care of you, feed you, run your bath, wrap you in something warm. but he also crumbles if you take care of him. if you hold his face in your hands and tell him he's done enough, something that has been held very tightly for a very long time just lets go.

yoichi isagi

isagi's whole energy is earnest and trying-hard and slightly overwhelmed by his own feelings, and that carries into the bedroom in the most endearing and then immediately not-endearing way. he will look at you like you're a puzzle he is devoted to solving, and then solve it very, very thoroughly.

as we all know he has a thigh fixation and nobody quite clocks how specific it gets in practice. he will push your thighs together around his cock before he's even inside you and grind against the pressure with his eyes rolled back, one hand splayed across your hip to keep the angle, and the sounds he makes during this are the most embarrassing thing about him. entirely involuntary. no composure whatsoever.

if you're wearing shorts or a skirt he will lose track of what he was saying mid-sentence. he will put his hand on your thigh during completely non-sexual situations and have to excuse himself from the conversation.

isagi responds to being watched, not in a performative exhibitionist way, but specifically he wants you to watch his face. he wants to know you're paying attention to what he looks like when he lets go. he doesn't understand why this matters to him so much but if you cup his face in your hands while he's fucking you and just look at him, his thrusts go sloppy and his voice goes soft and he sounds genuinely wrecked in a way he never planned for.

"is it… does it feel…" he'll ask, halfway through, needing the verbal confirmation that this is good, that you're here, that he's doing well. that you see him.

and then there's the competitive edge, which ironically isnt that surprising. if he thinks you're not fully undone yet he will take it as a personal challenge. eyes sharp, jaw set, the same expression he gets when he's losing a match and decides he's going to fix it. he will not stop. whatever you need to get there, he is committed.

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[unknownsvoid]

Kaiser being mean (no surpise there)!

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Kaiser mocks, grabbing your hips and yanking all you all way back onto his cock so it slams back inside of your pussy. You cry out, fingers pathetically twitching, begging for something to grip on.

"Don't try and run away. How you gonna run away when you're this wet. Don't bite at the hand that feeds you." Kaiser mocks – completely unfazed as if you're not falling apart beneath him. Cold-hearted. Not an ounce of sympathy.

"Kaiserrr— hnck– please! Sl-Slow down!"

"Alright, yeah, fine. I'll slow down." He says in almost a too sugary-sweet tone. He clearly has no good intention behind his words.

He drags his cock all the way out of your cunt at a tantalising slow pace, and then pushes it back in at the same cruel pace. A mean back and forth. It has you whining and writhing beneath him.

"Why you whining, hm?"

"Faster, please! Please–"

"C'mon, just told me slow down. One second, you want me to go fast, another second you want me to slow down. You're the definition of contradiction. " He tuts, almost annoyed, like he isn't the one manipulating your head and body like this, "But, fine. You want it faster. You'll get it faster."

His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, shifting on his knees before he's slamming his cock in and out of you. You choke up on your moans, reaching your hands behind yourself to see if you can try and push him away from you. He tsks, grabbing both of your arms and pinning them down against your back. "Squirm again and see what happens. I ain't done with you yet. Far from."

[fortheharbingers]

— truth or dare gone wrong

notes: idk… don’t look at me. multiple bllk characters x f!reader— but Kaiser focused, Shidou implied to be your best friend ig, idk how clear it is but that “voice” by the end belongs to Sae (these r all the specified characters I can think of rn)

warnings: implied dubcon, alcohol mention, fingering, voyuerism and exhibitionism. Minors do not interact. Lmk if I’m missing any tags!

An impromtu night in with bllk boys- that somehow ends up with someone’s genius idea to play shitty high school games, everyone’s too buzzed to refuse or even fully register so it starts with the classic truth or dare

You feel a little too bold- and clearly forgotten about tour unspoken rule for this game, and pick “dare” for your first.

Your dearest friend Shidou dares you to sit on Kaiser’s lap without missing a beat. And when you try and protest, you’re hushed with a finger pressing to your lips, now now, you chose dare, no? So be nice and play along.

The night only goes downhill from the on for you. With Kaiser being touchy but remaining somewhat cold and more and more questions being targeted at you, you’re certain they’re spinning the bottle in a way that’ll end up pointing at you always.

“So, what color is your underwear?” Oliver says, and you whip your head to hide your face- sadly the only way to do so is Kaiser’s neck so you take all you can find but feel a finger by the band of your bottoms, pulling the band to take a peak and answer on your behalf “blue, lace too.”

You can hear a whistle from somewhere, and Oliver following up with a why. “You got your answer so shut it” you retort and can hear several laughs raising in the room. A little too late the seriousness of your situation sits in- it’s a den of wolves and you’re thrown in the center to be their latest victim.

You try to move and get away as much as you can from Kaiser— at least to not feel his breath down your neck, his lips ghosting the skin there, but with strong hands pinning you down to his lap, he sneers at you, “I’d suggest you keep the squirming down a little. Unless you’re offering to help out later.”

Giving him a puzzled look at his words, he relaxes his hold on you only to press you down again, slowly grinding you against him— it’s impossible not to feel his hardened length against you and only then his words sink in, something akin to fear taking over your features and making him grin.

When the bottle spins and finds you two once more, slightly tilted towards Kaiser but you aren’t sure, you cannot trust your senses any more, you try and protest only for the hand stroking your leg to squeeze and make you shut. “Fine, we will play as two and answer in turns.”

And much to your dismay, he always, always picks dare. One wants a peak at the lace, one says you look like you’re begging to have a couple fingers inside, so Kaiser follows suit. Always with a shrug, saying he’s simply following suit of the game. Long, agitating hours of his fingers inside of you, his thumb occasionally massaging your clit and drawing small mewls out of you— with how you’re, you bury your face to the crook of his neck, mouth gaping slightly, overheating all over your body, it feels too much, he feels too much.

Then you hear someone, you think Karasu but you’re not sure, asking if it’ll always be limited to two.

When he inserts a third finger, you cannot hold your gasp anymore, clutching at Kaiser’s shoulders.

Shidou only makes the matters worse— you don’t know when he switched places but every once in a while he leans in and suggests Kaiser where else should he touch to drive you a little more crazy, a little more stupid. The blond is not the least bit of happy regarding this but Shidou only offers a smile that unsettles you and says it’s all just things you told him willingly on another night drunk off your minds, talking about pleasure and whatnot.

As the game reaches its high and the bottle long forgotten now, another dare is thrown into the mix, to put on a little show, to allow them all an audience.

Nudging your legs to the side, Kaiser increases his pressure on your poor clit, nibbling on your ear, he whispers to only you that if you do this final thing, he will reward you— this only makes you clench around his fingers more, already aware despite your drunken state that he means to fuck you stupid properly and for only him to see.

You think you feel more hands on you, you’re unsure, with desperate to hide your face and bite onto Kaiser’s shoulder every time it feels too much, you don’t have the heart to look at any of them.

You feel someone blowing on your ear at last, telling you to let go and not contract your body like that. Have mercy on your body and stop holding back. The voice sounds like it wants the best for you, like this is the most logical way to go, that it’s pointless to resist. So you nod weakly and feeling you relax in his hold, still pressed against him, Kaiser chuckles at your admitted defeat.

Knuckles deep inside of you, he increases his pace, his thumb toying with your clit and his other hand roaming your body. Pushing your legs further apart to settle his leg inbetween, his hand sneaks under your shirt and finds your breasts. Kneading the tender flesh there, you begin your body to jolt slightly, mumbling to no one in particular pleas of nothing, trying to squeeze your legs shut and hips meeting the pace Kaiser has set with his fingers.

With a snap, you feel yourself shake and body going limp, no more strength left in you to try and shy away push your legs together. Barely meeting the rhythm of his finger still inside of you.

When Kaiser pulls away, you cannot help but whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Raising his cum soaked fingers, he seems to demonstrate for a while, turning his hand to inspect for himself and brings the digits to your lips.

Without a word, you feel something pushing against your lips and open, licking clean whatever you’re being dared to do so now. Sucking on Kaiser’s fingers, you let go with a slow pop.

Bringing his other hand to your cheek, he makes you face him and seems to give it some thought. Swiftly, he places the hand under your knees and gets up, picking you up in the process and walks to where he knows is the bedroom, ignoring the protests of the men left behind in the living room.

[hey-itsdollie]

HII 😓 cn i request smut?? Bllk men finding out u have a degradation kink PLS BFO 😔

W/ Kunigami, Bachira, Isagi, Kaiser, whoeevr else u wantt 😓😓 TYYYY

⋆˚꩜｡you like that don't you || kunigami, bachira, isagi, and kaiser

゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ nsfw, mdni, fem reader, established relationship, degradation kink, aged up

Kunigami was fucking you from the back, both hands on your hips as your face pushed more into the pillow beneath you with each rough thrust.

“Rensuke!” You gasped with each thrust, his large cock stretching you out to your limits. A shaky hand reached back and you struggled to reach his wrist. Seeing this Kunigami wrapped his arm around your neck–putting you in a chokehold as he pulled you up. Your back effectively hitting his chest as he thrusted up into you. Your hands instinctively went to his large bicep, gripping his arm as he pounded into you.

“Shut up and fucking take it.” He ordered, his free hand pushing down on the bulge of your stomach. Causing a moan to leave you as you came immediately on his large cock.

“Cumming already? Damn you barely fucking lasted.”

You whimpered from his curses, Kunigami’s thrusts not letting up as he continued to thrust ruthlessly up into your dripping cunt.

Your became dumb on his cock, small rambles leaving your lips as your eyes rolled back. Your whole body was filled with nothing but pleasure and overstimulation as your boyfriend helped you ride out your orgasm.

“R-Ren… Ren…” You repeated your hands falling to your sides as he came inside of you.

“Should have won…”

You had never seen your boyfriend so mad before. Never felt him be so mad before. As just from one defeated game, here was Bachira fucking into you like a monster.

His pace fast yet uneven enough for you to beg him to slow down. Your eyes rolling back as you were already overstimulated after your third or fourth orgasm.

“Megs–t’much–too much!” You whined on his cock, as he had already came a few times inside.

You couldn’t even remember if you were on the pill at this point as your boyfriend just continued to thrust into like it’d be the last time.

“Too much? Is your worn pussy already used up?” Bachira scoffed his thrusts becoming rougher making you wail.

“Megs…” You cry as he moved a hand down to your clit and began rubbing to stimulate you more than you could handle. “You’re gonna give up now? After everything?” He scoffed. “Fucking pathetic.”

Your walls squeezed around him as he cursed, cumming in you for the third time. His head lolling to the side as his body twitched from the release.

“Look at you taking my cock like slut.”

You moaned from your boyfriend’s words. His thrusts quick and sharp as he pounded into you. His dark bangs falling into his vision as he fucked you hard and deep.

Isagi groaned, curses leaving his bruised lips as he took his frustration out on you. Your body was shaking from the pleasure, bruises and love bites lingering over every part of your body. Your nipples sensitive and red from the earlier foreplay.

“‘Ichi–slow down–ahh…” You moaned feeling another orgasm build up in your tummy. You had came so many times you couldn’t remember which number you were on. “Silly baby, not gonna—ngh—slow down… y're gonna take everything i give you.”

Isagi’s thrusts seemed to quicken even more as he fucked into your tight cunt, his cum foaming as it leaked out of your puffy used hole.

The wet sounds of his dick thrusting into you, skin hitting skin, and the stinging sensation of his balls hitting your ass made you completely break down beneath him.

Claw marks littered his back, shoulders, biceps, and even his chest as you dumbly repeated his name like a broken record.

You let out a choked sob as you came on his cock again. Barely feeling Isagi pull his sheath his cock from you, as your head and mind buzzed from the rough sex. With a deep moan, Isagi jerked his cock off, watching as strings of cum fell onto your face and breasts. He grinned leaning forward and wiping off some of his cum and your tears off your face.

“Look at you… looking like an experienced porn star…”

His muttered words left you whimpering as he leaned back and pushed some of his cum back into your leaking throbbing pussy.

“No, no keep your eyes open, liebe.”

You moaned as Kaiser’s free hand forced you to look up at yourself through the mirror. The sight of your boyfriend fucking you dumb on his cock made the knott in your stomach grow tighter.

“Hm getting off at how you’re being used like a slut?” Kaiser scoffed feeling your used cunt tighten around his hard cock. His eyes switching from your tearfilled face down to your dripping pussy—watching full of delight at how you sucked his cock in.

“Damn look at you…” He moaned his thrusts becoming rougher as you wailed, your hands scratching as his shoulders and neck.

“Gonna fuck a baby into you–you want that bitch?” Kaiser cursed into your ear as his lustful eyes trailed down to your stomach thinking of you filled with his child.

“Y-yes…” You cried pathetically as Kaiser became relentless from that single idea he had. The sight of his girlfriend was making him lose himself.

Quickly moving, Kaiser brought you over to the bed and laid you on your back as he put you into a mating press. “Gonna fill you so full… gonna keep fucking you until you’re round with my child. You want that bitch? Huh, you wanna be used to breed?”

All Kaiser received in response was your orgasm and your choked out moans. Watching you prettily move around as your legs shook.

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[msbyslilbimbo]

kaiser has you so pavloved that whenever you’re upset- even if it’s not with him- he manipulated you into straddling him and riding your frustrations out.

he’s had you crying in pleasure and heartache, bouncing up and down with fervor as an attempt to get some relief, let every fiber of your soul be soothed by your hookup and his fake form of love and care. kaiser doesn't care about you feeling upset, he can't, not when you look so pretty falling apart on his dick. he's sure your reasonings are stupid, but he doesn't mind, he likes hearing you babble out incoherently while you try to make a point.

it's hard to think when he's up in your guts, after all.

"and then what?" he coos, hands caressing over your hips and waist before clapping a firm hand down on your ass, making you yip out in pained delight.

"micha!" you whine, sniffling softly as your nails bite into his pecs, deep enough to leave angry marks in their search for grounding. you grunt, "and she had the n-nerve to c-ah!-call me a bitch! i didn't even do anything!"

"sounds like a piece of shit," he snarls. you open your mouth to try and defend whoever the hell you're yapping about, but he thrusts his hips up, faster than you can get the words out. he pierces the spongey wall in your cunt roughly, making shrill moans slip from your mouth and into the lust filled air.

by the time he decides he's had enough of your whining, he adds his thumb into the mix, strumming your clit faster than your body knows how to react to. your head tosses back and you let your body be mangled by him, letting your mind and pained soul be soothed by the one and only michael kaiser, who doesn't care about your problems.

he just loves the way you tighten around his cock when you're riled up.

[castielsloversblog]

"Can I bust MY nut on youUUU..."

- Ryusei Shidou X Fem! Reader -

❤︎ MDNI: porn without plot, FWB trope, just backshots and feral shidou ❤︎

The rain hammered against the roof of Shidou's car, drowning out everything except the sound of skin slapping against skin and your breathless whimpers.

"Fuck, look at you," Shidou groaned, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other pressed your face down into the backseat. "Taking it so good, so fucking perfect."

You were bent over the seat, skirt hiked up around your waist, panties torn and discarded somewhere in the front. Shidou was still in his full uniform, jersey sticking to his skin with sweat and rain, shorts just pulled down enough to free his cock.

He'd barely gotten you in the car before he was on you.

Still riding that post-match high, that feral energy that came from scoring two goals and demolishing the other team. His eyes had that MANIC gleam when he'd grabbed your wrist after the game.

"Car. Now."

And now here you were, getting absolutely RAILED in the cramped backseat while rain poured down outside, windows completely fogged up.

"S-Shidou..." you whimpered, fingers clutching at the seat as he pounded into you from behind, hitting so DEEP it made your eyes roll back.

"That's it, say my name baby." He leaned over you, chest pressed against your back, lips at your ear. "Say it louder though so everyone in the parking lot know who's fucking you this g-good.."

"We're gonna get caught..." you gasped, but it came out more like a moan as he adjusted his angle and hit that spot that made you see STARS.

Shidou laughed, breathless and wild. "Let them watch. Let them see what a biological explosion REALLY looks like."

He punctuated his words with a particularly brutal thrust that had you crying out.

"Did you see it?" he panted against your neck, never slowing his pace. "Did you see my first goal?"

Your brain was MUSH. You could barely form coherent thoughts with the way he was splitting you open.

"Y-yes..."

"YEAH??" His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you back to meet his thrusts harder. "Tell me. Tell me what you thought." His voice trembled with barely-contained impatience as he gave you a hard and deep thrust that make your ass jiggle against his thighs. He let out a breathless laugh, hips snapping faster, one hand coming down to spank your already sensitive and stinging ass so hard it left handprints.

"Shidou please..." You were trembling, overwhelmed, face burning with embarrassment even as pleasure coiled tighter in your core.

"Come ON." He bit down on your shoulder, making you YELP. "I wanna hear you say it. What did you think of my goal?"

The car rocked with the force of his thrusts, adding to the rhythm of rain on metal.

"It was... ah... it was amazing..." you managed to gasp out. Your hole was already dripping, slick and greedy, turning every brutal slap of skin on skin into something downright obscene.. filth, wet, squelching sounds filling your ears. His thick cock only made it worse, stretching you wide and bruising your walls with every punishing thrust, dragging more of your wetness out to coat him and drip down your thighs.

"AMAZING?" He sounded almost OFFENDED, slamming into you harder. "That's IT? I executed a perfect bicycle kick from outside the box and all you can say is AMAZING?"

"Shidou!" you whined, but he just grinned against your skin.

"Try again, baby. What. Did. You. Think." Each word came with a brutal thrust that had you sobbing with pleasure. It almsot made you think you were going to pee.. hot, embarrassing pressure building right on your clit, nasty and overwhelming yet so fucking incredible you couldn't stop chasing it.

"It was incredible!" you cried out. "Beautiful! Insane! I've never seen anything like it!"

"THAT'S more like it." His laugh was absolutely FERAL. "And the second one? The header?"

"I can't... I can't think when you're..." Your words dissolved into incoherent moans as he somehow managed to fuck you HARDER.

The car was definitely shaking now. If anyone walked by they'd KNOW.

But Shidou didn't care.

And honestly? With the way he was making you feel, neither did you.

"You're so CUTE when you're shy," he panted, hand sliding from your waist to between your legs, fingers now rubbing your sensitive little clit. "All embarrassed and blushing while I fuck you stupid in my car."

"Oh god..." You were so CLOSE, that familiar tension building unbearably.

"That's it, baby. Cum on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel."

The combination of his fingers on your clit, his cock hitting that perfect spot, his voice in your ear, the RAIN, the risk of getting caught...

You came HARD, clenching around him, face buried in the seat to muffle your scream.

"FUCK yes, just like that." Shidou groaned, pace getting erratic. "Gonna fill you up, gonna..."

A few more brutal thrusts and he was coming too, buried deep inside you, teeth sinking into your shoulder hard enough to leave marks.

The car went quiet except for harsh breathing and the steady drum of rain.

Shidou stayed pressed against your back for a moment, both of you trembling and spent.

Then he pulled back slowly, grinning that absolutely UNHINGED smug grin.

"So..." he said, still catching his breath. "You really thought my bicycle kick was incredible?"

You turned to glare at him over your shoulder, face still FLUSHED. "Are you SERIOUS right now?"

"What?" He looked genuinely curious, adjusting his shorts. "I wanna know! You were there in the stands and I saw you WATCHING and I've been thinking about it the whole game and..."

You didn't even have time to answer.. he cut you off mid-breath with a sharp teasing whine

"Hmgh, answer meee," he whined, voice all pouty and bratty as he gave you a few extra shallow, teasing thrusts dragging out every last shiver from your overstimulated body.

Your stomach clenched tight as another wave of heat threatening to pull you under but he just laughed low and mean, landing one final sharp spank on your throbbing ass before slowly pulling out.

He sat back on his seat all relaxed, eyes dark and hungry yet proud admiring the view of thick ropes of his cum leaking slow from your wrecked hole in sticky trails while your body twitched from the sudden emptiness.

What do y’all think about my… amazeballs title? 🥹(I suck at coming up with titles ngl LMFAO)

[shiftingfawnnn]

I feel so good knowing I didn’t give up on shifting, now that I’ve been on such a long journey & met a bunch of amazing people, even helping my friend shift makes me happy.

I’m so glad that I found out about shifting in this timeline, I feel so blessed knowing that I’m immortal and I’m not ‘cursed’ for simply loving someone or being ‘sinful’.

I can do and be whatever I want, I love this community and everyone in it, so to those who took out the time to read this post, thank you.

[shiftingfawnnn]

Sunday may 1st, 2026.

I was listening to a song and I wanted to go to Snowdin or at least somewhere warm and I just relaxed and kept doing affirmations

It was very relaxing n one of my thoughts went “why am I getting pulled into my Dr?” and I could feel myself getting pulled and sucked in

And ended up gasping n didn’t do it. I guess I was too shocked/afraid.

Will be attempting this method more! I guess all in all, it made me realize that I don’t really need meditation as I’ve shifted before without it in the shower

It’s just a preconceived idea that people have, but it’s truly not necessary! And HIII EVERYONEEE IM BACK!

I think this is referred to as the ‘songbird method’ but I may be wrong! So feel free to correct me <3

[shiftingfawnnn]

Haiiii my loves, I’m back! LOLLLL I’ma start posting about shifting again!

[shiftingfawnnn]

Haiii shifters

How is evb doing with their shifting journey today?