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your son inherited rin’s big teal boba eyes.

the first time rin really notices just how much of himself your son inherited, it isn’t his hair or the shape of his little nose—it’s his eyes. you’re sitting beside rin with your baby in your arms, gently rocking him while he fusses sleepily, and when you finally turn him toward rin, those enormous teal eyes open properly for the first time that morning.

rin immediately goes quiet. he had been half-focused on whatever was on his phone, but the moment he sees those eyes staring directly at him, his attention is completely gone.

your son’s eyes are still a little sleepy, round and wide against his tiny face, almost comically large for such a small baby, and the color is unmistakable. that same deep teal that rin has, only somehow softer and brighter on your son.

“...he got my eyes,” rin says quietly, almost like he’s making an observation to himself rather than talking to you.

you smile and glance between them, because there really is no denying it. “he definitely did. look at those boba eyes.” rin gives you a small, unimpressed look at the nickname, but when he looks back down at his son, his expression softens almost immediately.

your baby blinks up at him, studying his face with complete seriousness, and rin just stares back as if he’s trying to memorize every little detail.

rin doesn’t like looking at himself for too long, especially on days when sae has been on his mind more than usual.

it’s something he would never openly admit because he hates giving anyone the impression that his older brother still has that much influence over him, but sometimes all it takes is one glance at his reflection for those old feelings to come back.

the shape of his eyes, the familiar expression, the way certain features look almost identical to sae’s—it all makes his stomach twist with irritation.

tonight is one of those nights, and you notice it almost immediately when you find him sitting quietly in front of the mirror, his elbows resting against his knees while he stares at his own reflection with a distant expression.

he looks annoyed, but you know him well enough to recognize that there’s something underneath it. he keeps brushing his bangs over his eyes, moving them away, then covering them again, as if he’s trying to find some version of himself that doesn’t remind him of sae.

when you sit beside him, he doesn’t tell you to leave. instead, he just mutters that he hates his face sometimes, and after a long silence, admits that it’s because he can see sae whenever he looks at himself.

you don’t immediately tell him that he shouldn’t feel that way, because you know rin doesn’t need someone to dismiss what he’s feeling.

instead, you sit close enough for your shoulder to touch his and quietly remind him that looking like sae doesn’t mean he is sae. rin stays quiet, his eyes still fixed on the mirror, but you can see his expression soften just slightly when you tell him that his face is still his own, regardless of how similar their features are.

you remind him that sae doesn’t own those eyes, that expression, or any part of him, and that everything rin has become came from his own choices, his own determination, and his own experiences.

sae may have been the person who introduced him to football and gave him something to dream about, but rin is the one who continued chasing that dream after everything between them fell apart.

he is the one who kept moving forward, even when the person he trusted most became the person he wanted to defeat more than anyone else. hearing that makes rin’s jaw tighten, and for a moment, he looks like he wants to argue, but he doesn’t.

instead, he slowly reaches for your hand and holds onto it, his thumb resting quietly against your fingers. after a while, rin finally admits that sometimes he still thinks about sae before everything went wrong, back when sae was still the person he admired more than anyone.

he remembers the way he used to follow his brother around, how badly he wanted to play football beside him, and how certain he was that the two of them would accomplish everything together. those memories hurt now because they belong to a version of their relationship that doesn’t exist anymore, and rin hates that some part of him still misses it. you gently squeeze his hand and tell him that he doesn’t have to hate those memories just because things changed. he can be angry at sae and still miss him.

he can want to surpass him and still remember loving him as his older brother. neither feeling cancels the other out.

rin doesn’t respond immediately, but his grip on your hand becomes a little tighter, and eventually he leans against your shoulder, quietly allowing himself to be close to you without worrying about how vulnerable he looks.

you stay beside him for as long as he needs, occasionally running your fingers through his hair while he watches the reflection in the mirror become less important.

when he finally looks at himself again, you gently tell him that you see rin when you look at him, not sae. you see the stubborn, difficult, competitive idiot who refuses to give up on anything once he decides he wants it, the same person who has spent years carving out his own path even when that path was tangled up with his brother’s.

rin gives you a small, almost embarrassed look before turning away, quietly mumbling that you’re being too sentimental. but he doesn’t pull away from you. if anything, he moves a little closer, resting his head against you as his eyes finally close. he may still dislike the resemblance tomorrow, and he may still have complicated feelings about sae, but for tonight, he doesn’t have to fight with his own reflection.

when enjin is high from smoking, his first thought is about you.

his thoughts become slow and scattered, but somehow, you’re always the first person his mind finds. it’s almost automatic at this point; the second the world starts feeling hazy and everything around him becomes a little quieter, his thoughts drift straight toward you.

he’ll sit there with that lazy, half lidded look on his face, staring at absolutely nothing for a while before suddenly thinking about where you are, what you’re doing, whether you’re awake, and when he’ll get to see you again. normally, enjin is pretty good at acting like he doesn’t need anyone hovering around him, but when he’s high, that little bit of independence disappears completely because all he wants is you nearby.

he’ll start thinking about how nice it would be if you were sitting beside him, your shoulder against his, and before he even realizes it, he’s already reaching for his phone to see if you’ve messaged him.

and if you actually are around him? oh, he’s clingy.

he’ll barely let you move without following you with his eyes, and the second you sit down beside him, he’s leaning against you like you’re the most comfortable place in the entire world. his head might end up resting against your shoulder while one of his arms lazily wraps around you, keeping you close without much thought behind it.

if you try to get up, he’ll look at you with the most confused expression, almost like he genuinely cannot understand why you would want to leave when he’s perfectly comfortable with you right there.

“where’re you going?” he’d mumble, voice quieter and slower than usual, before loosely holding onto your sleeve as if that alone might convince you to stay.

he wouldn’t even be embarrassed about it, either. normally he might tease you for being clingy, but when he’s high, he becomes just as bad, quietly wanting your attention and company without even trying to hide it.

he’d probably start rambling about random things, too, but somehow you’d become part of almost every thought. he’d remember something funny you said earlier and laugh to himself, then suddenly tell you about it even though you were literally there when it happened.

sometimes he’d just stare at you for a few seconds with a soft little smile before saying something simple like, “you’re nice to look at,” and then immediately resting his head against you again. there’s no grand reason behind it; his brain is just too foggy to filter anything, so every little feeling comes straight out.

if you asked him what he was thinking about, he’d probably pause for a moment, blink slowly, and answer honestly, “you.” then, after another second, he’d pull you a little closer and add, “been thinking about you all night.”

and honestly, the funniest part is that he’d probably deny being clingy the next morning. he’d act completely normal, smoke gone, head clear, pretending he doesn’t remember half of how attached he was to you.

but the moment you tease him about refusing to let you leave his side, his face would give him away, especially when you mention how he kept looking for you every few minutes.

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hugo vivian ۶ৎ

you let him stroke you ⸝⸝ you agreed to let him blow you ⸝⸝ you couldn’t stop shaking after climaxing ⸝⸝ you’re a whiny mess for him ⸝⸝ you gotta be quiet.. ⸝⸝ you sneaked in to his house ⸝⸝ what he sends you when you’re gone ⸝⸝ he’s so aggressive

bunny iglesias ۶ৎ

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sae itoshi ۶ৎ

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kunigami rensuke ۶ৎ (post wc)

he made you ride him ⸝⸝ ugh he’s such a bitch ⸝⸝ there’s times when he’s slow and passionate ⸝⸝ riding him once again hehe ⸝⸝ he’s using your thighs ⸝⸝ he came soo much ⸝⸝ he makes you do the work ⸝⸝ you asked him to pull out

fruit roll ups ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ❨ michael kaiser x fem! reader ❩

“can i wrap a fruit roll up around it micha?” you asked, giggling while swirling around the little candy you had. he raised an eyebrow, watching you giggle and play with the candy. he sighed, unbuttoned his pants slightly, giving you an idea of what he had in mind.

he smirked slightly, waiting for your response. “go ahead, wrap it around it.”

you wrapped the sticky red fruit roll-up around his length, the sugary candy clinging to his skin. he groaned softly at the sensation, watching your small hands work. his cock twitched under the candy wrap, the sweetness seeping into the folds of his skin.

he watched your focused expression as you carefully wrapped the candy around his cock, a small smirk on his face. once you were finished, he looked down at the ridiculous sight—his hardened cock encased in a sugary red strand. he chuckled. “fucking hell, this is stupid.”

he tensed when your lips touched the very tip, the softest part, sending a sharp jolt through him. then your tongue dragged slowly along the candy-coated length, the combination of the sugary red coating and the heat of your mouth making his jaw tighten. his hand caught your hair, not hard, just holding.

his cock twitched against the fruit roll-up, the candy wrapping slightly tightening as his erection strained. your tongue dragged over his length, the sugary taste mingling with the salt of his skin. he could smell the artificial strawberry scent, sweet and cloying, mixing with the musky smell of him.

he tilted his head back, exposing his throat, his breathing deepening.

his eyes widened briefly in shock and pleasure as you suddenly deep throated him, the entire length disappearing into your mouth. the sudden warmth, moisture, and pressure sent a powerful jolt through him. his fingers tightened in your hair, holding you there as he thrust gently against your mouth.

with each thrust, the fruit roll-up began to slowly peel and unwind, the sticky candy gradually melting against the heat of your mouth and his hardness. he watched in fascination as the red coating slowly revealed more of his slick, purpled head with each thrust, the sticky candy disappearing into your mouth.

the intense sensation of your warm, wet mouth combined with the slowly melting candy wrapper pushed him over the edge.

his back arched, a muffled grunt escaping him as his cock pulsed, unloading a thick stream of cum into your mouth. the candy wrap was finally completely dissolved, leaving only his bare, hard length coated in a mix of saliva and his own release.

he slumped back, breath coming in ragged hitches as he felt the last of the candy melt away entirely, replaced by the slick coating of your spit and his seed. his cock remained hard for a moment, still throbbing inside your throat.

he gently pushed your head back, watching you with heavy-lidded eyes, a strand of saliva and cum connecting your lips to his dripping tip.

he watched you pull away, the strand breaking with a soft pop. his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his cock glistening with saliva and his own release. he reached down, wiping a thumb across your bottom lip, smearing some of the sticky mess there.

"you fucking... ate the whole thing." he breathed, a mix of amusement and disbelief in his voice.

i don’t blame you honestly, but i changed it a bit so you can tell the difference

mines has colors within each text, meanwhile the bot only has the introduction text with the color. i also have a header but some bots who steals it sometimes has the header or not. the bot doesn’t have my usernames tagged meanwhile my does. also the p link has space, while the other one just pasted one single link to some random page (be careful if you click it!! it could get your information or send you to a gambling site which is what i heard.)

sigh i hope tumblr acknowledges these bots, its not fair for the people who spent a long time trying to make a post just for some random bitch to steal it 😒 i really wish they had a feature where you can’t copy people’s works, like wattpad which doesn’t allow you to copy.