HAPPY 1K NOTES TO THIS TOO OMG

HAPPY 1K NOTES TO THIS TOO OMG 🥹

i think im in my blue lock brain rot era rn

cw: making out with my beloved kaiser

the rose patterned tattoo on michael kaiser's neck looked absolutely gorgeous and you definitely held back the urge to kiss it.

kaiser was scrolling through his phone when he felt your eyes staring at him. he turned to looked you with an eyebrow raised. "what?" he asked. you snapped from your thoughts of nibbling on his tattoo. "nothing." you said as you rose up from your armchair and walked over towards him.

you placed yourself above his lap, making him put away his phone. arms slithering across his neck, you said,

"you're so pretty,"

as you twirled some of his blue streak locks in your finger. kaiser's lips curled into a smirked. "not as pretty as you being above me like this," he said, as his hand began to snake around your hips.

you giggled at his words. god, he's just so pretty. you stared into his blue hues as he stared into yours. your hands hold the sides of his face, slowly closing the gap between you. his lips, your lips matched perfectly with one another. your tongues were dancing at first until kaiser wanted to turned up the heat by deepening the kiss. you sighed into his lips. kaiser gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him.

you released him for air and continued to suck on his skin, specifically on the tattooed part of his neck. kaiser groaned when he felt a sharp sting. "hah, did you just bit me?" he sighed as you continued to kiss his neck. you brought your face towards his and kissed his lips. "it's hard to resist that rose tattoo of yours," you pouted. kaiser lifted your face with his index finger.

"you're more irresistible, my princess."

im so in love with him omg

Nayuta is not Makima.

And it's in the most beautiful way.

Nayuta is so emotive, happy, loud, and a brat. But she's allowed to be all those things. This is all stark contrast to Makima's cold, manipulative, and aloof behavior. Yeah, its in the control devils name and nature to be controlling. However "control" is a concept and choosing what you control is motivated by your environment. Nayuta is controlling through love. She's possessive, yes, however she's doing this to protect what she loves rather than to completely control them ("Denji, every woman you meet tries to kill you, huh").

Denji did a wonderful job raising her and seeing this difference is just the proof.

imagining kissing reo mikage in his blue 1966 ford mustang (with the roof open), overlooking the sunset on a cliff as chemtrails over the country club by lana del rey plays in the background

MICHAEL KAISER SIR????

I'm trying to find a good drawing style but it's quite difficult!

gives off horimiya vibes omg

“please, isagi?”

isagi winces at your plea. it's the third time you've asked this evening, not to mention the fifth time today alone, and he hoped you'd forget about that ridiculous request by the end of the day. you certainly haven't though, and now you're keeping up with his hastened stride down the street as if you won't let the matter go.

"no," he says, again.

"pretty please?"

isagi glances at you before realizing that was a mistake. "...no."

you take matters into your own hands by blocking his path and isagi has no choice but to stop and observe the slightly desperate glint in your eyes. you have your hands clasped together over your chest and it makes isagi wonder if this really should be something worth begging him for.

"just once, isagi? i swear, just this once and i'll never ask this of you again."

"i find that hard to believe," he says sheepishly, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his head.

you purse your lips like he's seen right through you. "okay, maybe i lied."

isagi sighs, his shoulders drooping in resignation. "...why though?"

why are you asking me to do something so embarrassing?

"i find it attractive that my boyfriend can be like that," you shrug, your words way more honest than what he was prepared for. isagi's stomach churns at the nonchalance in your tone too and he has to look away to keep the blush on his face from growing.

then, after a long, contemplative and reluctant silence, isagi relents. "uhh... fine—"

just as he's about to give in, someone calls his name from across the street. he turns to find bachira waving, looking both ways before crossing the road with a slight a jog. he greets isagi with a bright grin.

"isagi!"

"oh, hey bachira."

"are you heading home? did you hear that tomorrow's training session got cancelled?"

"eh, really?" isagi pulls out his phone to find a few unopened text messages. "ah, kunigami did text me. coach is sick?"

"yeah, though i don't think it's anything more than a common cold, but you know how coach is."

isagi nods, recalling the coach's most repeated motto: "you can't stand on the field if you're not at 100 percent."

"since we don't have practice tomorrow, some of the guys wanna go out bowling. you wanna come with?"

"tomorrow? sure, i don't think i have anything."

feeling like he forgot something, isagi suddenly senses a cold, looming presence coming from just behind him. and as if to say he felt it too, bachira leans to the side before subtly jutting his chin in your direction.

"anyway," bachira says, a slow smirk creeping up on his face, "sorry for interrupting you both!"

crap, isagi thinks. he completely ignored you the entire time he spoke with bachira and he knows it's something you won't let go of so easily.

"um, right... bachira, this is my—"

you interject him with your own introduction before he can finish and that's how isagi knows you're really annoyed. then, to top it all off, you turn to him with that innocently sweet but undeniably fake smile on your face to say, "i can walk the rest of the way home on my own, isagi. seems like you want to hang out with bachira..."

isagi knows he brought this upon himself, that he's worked himself to a corner and that there's only one way out. he takes in a sharp breath, fists his hands, and steels his nerves for what he's about to do next.

suddenly, isagi grabs your wrist with the type of aggression he never displays in front of you, pulling you roughly towards him until you almost stumble. his voice is so harsh it almost sounds as though he's growling.

"are you fucking dense? you really think i'd let you out of my sight and have you walk home alone in that skimpy outfit?"

cringe. you're not even wearing anything remotely scandalous so he doesn't even know why he added that stupid comment.

bachira, whose mouth is hanging open as he witnesses isagi's 180-degree shift in attitude, doesn't say a word.

"sorry, bachira," he says, turning to his shocked friend with a nonchalant wave of his hand, "i gotta go and take this idiot home. i'll see ya tomorrow."

"um, no problem, man..."

isagi yanks you forward, his pace picking up so quickly he hopes he can outrun the sheer embarrassment swallowing him whole.

as soon as you both turn the corner, where you're out of bachira's sight and earshot, isagi falls to his knees. he loosens his tightened grip on your wrist, watches how it leaves reddened marks on your skin when he slips his hands down to gently intertwine his fingers in yours.

when he looks up, you have the most satisfied, blissful expression on your face. he likes making you happy but he's really questioning the means that you prefer. you crouch down to meet him at eye level, a soft chuckle leaving your lips when you cup his cheek.

"thank you," you say, smiling in a way that melts isagi's heart all too quickly. "and i'm sorry."

"you're so weird," he mumbles, further leaning into your touch.

"i can't help it," you laugh. "you're so cool when you get mean and harsh during games."

"yeah, that's 'cause i get caught up in the heat of the moment and the competition. i'd never treat you like that."

"i know, isagi... but once in a while is fine, right?" you joke.

"nooo," he groans.

nobody’s sweet business

you’re ran haitani’s sweet angel and it’s nobody’s business what he is doing with you

content: nsfw, established relationship, making out, dry humping, fingering, overstim, soft dom!ran. names like ‘doll’ and ‘angel’, little bit swearing.

fem!reader

word count: 1.3k+

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

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Ran is the most considerate man you ever met and know. Your relationship with him is is sweet, fulfilling and it doesn’t go a day he doesn’t make you feel so happy.

Ran adores you so much. As soon as he saw you the first time, it didn’t go a day he didn’t think of you. You were so sweet, so cute. The laughs when he manages to tell a funny joke, the sounds you do when he teases you or does something so stupid.

Just how sweet you were and how precious, he was quiet about your relationship. He didn’t want so much attention on you two being together. You were his precious, so sweet doll.

The phone beside you on the table rings for the second time, still ignoring it to keep kissing, you softly groan against Ran’s mouth. One last kiss, you pull away sighing.

“Hmm? What is it?” Ran mumbles softly, watching your face as you were still looking at his lips, swollen and wet from the kiss you just had.

“The phone have been ringing two times.” You exhale. A small grin curves up on Ran’s lips.

“Want me to go back so soon?” He teases you as he traces an index finger softly on your cheek, inching in ever so closely to your mouth. He brushes his nose against yours as you sigh contentedly again. You smile softly as you wrap your legs around his lower body, pulling closer.

You softly shake your head. “No, I want more.” You mumble. “As do I.” He breathes out.

Ran takes that as a cue to place his lips on your jaw, nipping slowly down to your throat. A soft moan leaves your lips as you tilt your head to give him more access, he kisses on your pulse point before trailing down below your ear. You hold onto his shoulders, as a shuddering pleased moan leaves your mouth at his kisses.

You feel his hands wander down the sides of your body to end up holding you on your waist. He pulls you in closer to him, rubbing his crotch against yours, he groans as he kisses down your throat to your shoulder, nosing there before pressing kisses there. Such intimate gesture has your mind erupt in ecstasy.

Strong and intense pleasure surges inside you when you feel his hands go beneath the material of your shirt, touching your bare skin. And his mouth is on yours again, lips moving together.

He sucks in your mewls and breathy moans when he bucks his crotch against you, the contact has you craving for him, bucking your hips against for more contact as you let out a strangled moan.

“Is this the ‘more’ you asked for?” He asks as he pulls away slightly to nibble on your lower lips. The question itself has you craving and yearning more of him, from him and whining as your hands trail up to his messy hair, gripping on it as you feel your soaked panties the more you buck against him.

“Yes, it is-“ you begin before moving continuing moving your hips against his, “need you in me, please.” You plead and you plead so cutely, Ran couldn’t find himself to disobey your sweet plea. How could he after all? He pulls away to look at you, the mess you are in and look at you, such sweet mess and he doesn’t let the ringing sound of the phone that comes on now, disturb the sweet moment he has with you.

You pull him in closer to you by his belt, about to unfold it and unbutton his jeans before he holds onto your hands. You whimper in frustration at the interruption.

“You said you’d give me more.” You pout and Ran presses a soft kiss against your lips.

“When we have more time, I promise angel.” He smiles against your lips, his tone soft and promising. He kisses on your cheek and jaw softly. “Ran-“ you begin before you feel him unbutton your jeans and pulls your jeans down.

As he is standing between your legs, he traces his fingertips so softly against your inner thighs, close to where you want him to touch you the most. The moment his fingers touched your soaked pussy, you gasp and let out a shudder when he pulls down your panties, sliding his finger inside your cunt.

“Ran-“ you cry out his name as he softly hums at you. “So cute.” He coos at you as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

You hear him chuckle as he slips in a second finger inside you, moving at a haste that has you gasping for more and more, you can’t get enough of how he makes you feel. The reach, the way he curls his fingers up so good that has you bite down a moan against his neck. Ran groans at the feel of your teeth against his skin, he uses his other hand to hold onto your hair and grip you there softly.

You reach down a hand down between your legs, holding his wrist when he touches a particular spot inside you, raising your hips as he keeps plunging his fingers inside you. His sounds of pants and series of praise for you, has you know he’s enjoying this.

“Ran, what are you up to-“ a sudden familiar voice cuts in and a shocked gasp leaves your mouth. Ran doesn’t stop his finger thrusts inside you, they don’t halt as he speaks up.

“It’s none of your fucking business, leave.” His voice was impatient and almost threatening against his own brother. Whatever expression he did as he chuckled while leaving the room you didn’t know see, cause you were to busy burying your face in Ran’s neck as his ministrations inside you doesn’t cease a second.

“Sorry sweet doll, next time we find a more quiet spot.” He tells you softly as he presses a kiss at the nape of your neck. You breathe out a soft gasp. “Next time.” You manage to utter out. “Good.” He agrees and curls his finger up against the sweet spot inside you.

A tight sensation forms in your belly, thighs straining against his as your hold on his wrist tightens. “so close, ran, so close.”

“Come for me, angel.” He softly murmurs, pressing down a kiss on your nape, encouraging you as each thrust of his fingers has you spiralling, thighs tightening, hips stuttering as you felt yourself clamp down around his fingers covering them in your slick.

A surge of overstimulation fills you as you feel him spreading your pussy with your slick, rubbing his finger on your clit. You cover your whimpers and cries against his neck as you try to push away his hand from your pussy, but his strength so unrelenting, it doesn’t work.

“Please Ran.” Such soft pleas and sounds you make, he can’t stop himself from continuing to tease you. You’re telling him to stop when you don’t realize how you legs still draw him in closer.

He tilts your head back by your hair and takes a look at you while tasting you on his fingers. Hair’s a mess, face wetted with tears and you’re biting down on your lower lip. He smiles at the sight, his smile so lovely, your heart swells at the sight despite your frustration and overstimulation.

“So cute.” He whispers before leaning over to your face, capturing your mouth in a sweet kiss, making you taste yourself in the kiss. He loves the taste of you, sucking up your soft breaths, whines and mewls. He wants you keep you to himself. His heart pounds and surges at the sight and sound of you. He can’t get enough.

“Next time.” He mumbles against your mouth. You smile against him, “no phones.” You mutter the words while slightly tipping your head to the side. “no phones.” he repeats before continuing to kiss you.

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I think every fic i write with ran, there’s always a make out lmfao I mean why not tho ;)

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