cuntrapika
ꪆ୧☆. Not real name ^^^ Any pronoun" ✦࣪ ˖2005 ֩.
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T volvi a probar tu pene no pierde el sabor a caramelo o
You should draw again 😍😍❤️❤️😍😍😍😍😍❤️🩹
Omgggg it's my favorite gayccount on Tumblr jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj💔💔💔💔💔🥀🥀
Tried to color but didn't really like the result lol do yall fw it or nah (+ Still no clothes)
I drew Kaiser (as a small practice!!) but I still don't know how to make face expressions and the clothes were pissinf me off so here it is
Btw this is me after not drawing for a long time but I think I did good! (Ignoring the hair and the rose and the everything 😍)
I drew Kaiser (as a small practice!!) but I still don't know how to make face expressions and the clothes were pissinf me off so here it is
Btw this is me after not drawing for a long time but I think I did good! (Ignoring the hair and the rose and the everything 😍)
its always "jackson wangs party" but does anyone ever wonder why hes throwing all these parties? who hes throwing these parties for? what if hes doing it for his y/n? do you think it doesnt pain him to see all these people find their true loves at his parties while hes left, girls draped on his arms as a false sense of security, a fruitless attempt at convincing himself he's moved on? what if he throws all these parties to see if she comes? if she finally looks his way too, yearns for him the way he yearns for her? but no, it is only ever about who attends his parties, never about him
[about to give you head] [doesn't know how to talk dirty at all] umm the huge cock store called they said they want this back
Femlock except it's not girls lock but femboy lock
Why are bllk blogs so good at writing like shout out to my fav blogs yall @quandledlngle69 @etherealrin @kxsagi @neeeooon
Of course I want to draw when I have no time and of course I wqnt to cry and break my own hands when I'm drawing
Anyone want some artistically nude noa
Hii!!!
I love ur writing so so so much. Genuinely i’ve been reading EVERYTHING. I was wondering if you could do one abt reader being really insecure about her thighs and stomach.
Tysm!
“𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞? 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞”
a/n: thank you so much for your support!!! i hope this could make you smile :)
and yes the title is a lana reference (i’m just so inspired by lyrics today)
ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, niko ikki, kaiser michael, ness alexis, karasu tabito, shidou ryusei
itoshi rin
you're standing in front of the mirror frowning at your thighs when rin walks in.
"what are you doing?" he asks like you're plotting a heist.
"just… nothing," you mumble, tugging your shirt down over your stomach.
he immediately knows something’s up. rin doesn't do emotions, but he does read you like a book.
“you’re doing the self-hate monologue again, aren’t you.”
you nod. he just sighs deeply and grabs your face like he's about to deliver a dramatic anime speech.
"i need you to understand something."
"… okay?"
"your thighs are incredible. like, dangerously hot. people would pay to get crushed between them."
"rin."
"no. and your stomach? i literally fall asleep holding it every night. it’s the safest place on earth. i’m not even joking."
later that night he buries his face into your stomach and mumbles, “see? perfect pillow. i win.”
itoshi sae
you make a self-deprecating joke about your body and sae just slowly turns his head to you with the most unamused expression imaginable.
“was that supposed to be funny?”
“no i just… i don’t like my thighs.”
"cool. i do."
"yeah but they're –"
"shhh. you're not allowed to talk shit about my favorite thighs."
then he just grabs them casually while sipping his drink like it's tuesday.
“don’t test me. i will write a love letter to your thighs and frame it.”
and this man would. on fancy paper. with wax seals.
your stomach? yeah he pokes it just to watch you squeal and then hugs it like it's his emotional support plushie.
“stop saying dumb stuff. i know what i like. and i like you.”
drops mic. walks away. leaves you blushing on the floor.
isagi yoichi
isagi is not having ANY of this negativity.
you say “ugh i look bloated” one time and he spins around like a rom-com protagonist.
“you’re what? LOVE. no. come here.”
wraps you in the softest hug and literally kisses your stomach like it's sacred.
“this is the cutest stomach in the world. i’d build a monument for it.”
“yoichi –”
“and your thighs? do you know how many times i’ve spaced out staring at them? once during a team meeting. bachira noticed. it was awkward.”
he starts complimenting every little thing with passionate sports announcer energy: “and here we have the most stunning pair of thighs gracing this room. yes, folks, look at that form!”
eventually he lays his head on your lap with a dreamy sigh and goes, “you don’t even get it. you’re my favorite view.”
bachira meguru
you look a little down and he immediately panic-scatters into your space.
“what happened? who do i fight? did a mirror insult you? i’ll punch it.”
you admit you’re just feeling insecure about your body, especially your thighs.
he gasps like he just witnessed a war crime.
“THOSE thighs? the thighs i mentally thank god for every single day???”
clutches them dramatically.
“they are elite. masterpiece. top-tier. anime protagonist levels of divine.”
then he pokes your stomach and giggles when you try to squirm away.
“it’s bouncy! it’s cute! it’s squish-approved! 10/10! best cuddling material ever!”
draws a smiley face on it with his finger. names it. gives it a backstory.
“this is sir squish-a-lot. he’s royalty. treat him with respect.”
you’re laughing so hard by the end you forget you were ever upset. mission accomplished.
nagi seishiro
you say something negative about your thighs and he just blinks at you.
"no thoughts. head empty. but thighs good."
“nagi that’s not –”
“your thighs are comfy. they’re warm. they’re literally my headrest when i nap. don’t disrespect my nap station.”
then just flops face-first into them while mumbling, “mmph. perfect.”
he pats your stomach too and goes, “this is where i press my face when you’re mad at me. can’t believe you’re beefing with it.”
tries to fix your insecurities by aggressively cuddling them out of you.
“if i kiss the things you hate enough times, will you stop hating them?”
spoiler: yes. yes you will.
mikage reo
genuinely offended when you say you don’t like your thighs or stomach.
“wait what? are we looking at the same person? babe, you’re an art piece. i’d hang a painting of you in my mansion.”
“reo, you don’t have a mansion –”
“yet. but i will. and your thighs are going in the foyer.”
threatens to fund a PR campaign for your self-esteem.
“billboards. magazine covers. motivational speeches. i’m not kidding.”
hugs you from behind and whispers, “how dare you talk bad about my future wife’s perfect body.”
dramatic but also seriously in love with every inch of you.
“if you ever insult your thighs again, i will cry and guilt-trip you for a week. i’m rich. i can be petty.”
niko ikki
you’re feeling insecure and niko notices right away, because this boy is observant as hell.
“you keep covering your stomach,” he says gently.
you admit what’s been bothering you, and he gets this serious expression like he’s going into soccer mode.
“your thighs are my favorite thing to cuddle. i literally mold into them like memory foam.”
you snort, but he just shrugs.
“i’m being real. and your stomach? that’s my safe zone. my emotional recharge pad. stop hating on it.”
later, he literally tucks himself into your side with a blanket and mutters, “mmm, yup. serotonin unlocked. no more insults allowed.”
deadass gives your thighs a pep talk like, “you guys are killin’ it. keep up the good work.”
kaiser michael
you say you feel gross and kaiser’s mouth literally drops open.
“EXCUSE ME???”
“what do you mean you hate your thighs. are you blind? they are a national treasure.”
puts his hand over his heart like he’s been personally wronged.
“your stomach too. i love that thing. it’s adorable. it’s sexy. it’s mine.”
proceeds to rant for 10 minutes about how obsessed he is with you.
“i would get in a physical altercation with a mirror if it made you feel bad. i’m being serious, stop laughing!”
then starts listing celebrities and why they don’t even come close to your level.
“zendaya? beautiful. but do her thighs make me bark out loud like yours? no. i win.”
you’re laughing so hard you can’t even argue anymore.
ness alexis
he goes into full puppy boyfriend mode when you say anything mean about yourself.
“noooo don’t say that! your thighs are literally heaven-sent!”
grabs them and wiggles his fingers into them like they’re stress balls.
“i could live between these thighs. i would die happy here. let me in.”
“alexis please –”
“no. you brought this on yourself.”
hugs your waist so tightly you can’t escape.
“and your tummy? my favorite place. soft. warm. 100% wife material.”
will pout dramatically if you keep putting yourself down.
“i’ll cry. i will. then you’ll feel bad. don’t do that to me.”
karasu tabito
hears you insult your stomach and just slowly blinks.
“so we’re lying now?”
“karasu, i’m serious –”
“me too. your thighs are elite. S-tier. baddie-coded.”
starts listing reasons why you’re the hottest girl alive.
“you walk and i stare. you sit and i stare. you breathe and i STARE.”
pokes your thigh and says, “this is the reason i lost my train of thought mid-practice yesterday.”
constantly hypes you up in the most unserious ways.
“your body’s so fine it needs to come with a warning label. handle with care. dangerous curves ahead.”
and when you finally laugh, he grins and says, “there’s my girl. don’t let dumb thoughts talk shit about my favorite person.”
shidou ryusei
you mutter something like, “ugh, i feel gross today. my thighs look huge,” and shidou literally stops mid-bite of his protein bar.
“what did you just say about my favorite thighs in the universe?”
stares at you, dead serious.
“you tryna make me cry right now? ‘cause i’ll do it. ugly sobbing and everything.”
immediately drops to his knees like he’s about to propose, but instead he wraps his arms around your legs and mumbles into your thighs, “nah, i’m not letting this slander slide. not on my watch.”
you try to walk away but he’s LATCHED ON.
“i love these thighs so much i’d build a church and worship at the altar of ‘em. i’d name a stadium after ‘em. shidou thighs arena™.”
your stomach? he pokes it, leans in close, and whispers, “you got that sexy villain belly. soft and deadly. dangerous in the best way.”
“what does that even mean –”
“means i’m obsessed. you look like you could ruin my life and i’d say thank you.”
will not stop until you laugh. will not stop even after that.
“don’t ever talk shit about my favorite parts of you again. you’re so hot it’s distracting. like. spiritually.”
later that night he flops across your lap and announces, “if thighs could kill, you’d be doing life in prison. and i’d be your cellmate. willingly.”
he’s the unhinged hype man you never asked for but desperately needed.
and the second he sees you smiling again, he grins all smug and goes, “yeah. that’s right. those thighs are mine, baby.”
© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
Heyyyy precious. Low-key want to request reader with a underground band that is suddenly blowing up but they never told the boys. (Everyone you want but please Hyoma, Yukimiya + Itoshi dudes)
Like they had this band for a while but they never said anything and the band wasn't famous until they started making hit after hit and that's how they find out (thanks even if you don't do it 🙏)
“𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ‘𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥”
a/n: more rockstar gf! reader? OH I AM LIVING FOR IT
ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, chigiri hyoma, yukimiya kenyu, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei
itoshi rin
finds out through your spotify page.
you left your laptop open and he just wanted to queue music, but then sees you’re logged into a verified artist account with millions of streams.
stares at the screen like it personally offended him.
walks into the room like: “hey. wanna explain why you're casually outperforming the entire j-pop industry?”
he’s not mad. just deeply, emotionally confused. like “when were you doing this? we live together.”
you say “after you go to bed” and he’s like “i go to bed at 2 AM???" "... when you're at practice."
starts watching your live shows in secret like it’s surveillance footage.
sends you a single text after your band hits billboard: “guess i’m dating a rockstar. don’t let it go to your head.”
plays your songs when he thinks you’re not home. you are. you record him. he never forgives you.
itoshi sae
finds out during a random interview when the host says “your girlfriend’s band is incredible, by the way.”
sae: “what.”
sae: “excuse me.”
sae: “whose girlfriend?”
goes home, opens youtube, and finds a video titled “HOT GIRL SHREDS GUITAR WITH HER TEETH (and it’s kinda sexy)”
pauses at 0:03. it’s you.
calls you with the calmest voice ever: “is there a reason why you’re leading a cult on stage and no one told me?”
you go “i thought you’d be chill about it” and he goes “this is beyond chill. this is grammy nomination level. i need a minute.”
insists on getting free tickets to your shows even though you always offer him VIP.
ends up becoming the mysterious hot boyfriend in the crowd who dips after the encore.
lets you have your spotlight but still flexes a little when people connect the dots.
chigiri hyoma
chigiri was just trying to eat his lunch when he saw your face on a Time Out Tokyo article titled “Meet the Band Taking Over Asia’s Underground Scene.”
drops the spoon.
reads the article with the intensity of someone researching for a thesis.
calls you mid-interview, whispers: “you’re so hot i actually need to sit down. are you kidding me.”
gets way too excited.
insists on learning your setlist so he can scream-sing it in the front row.
becomes the dude holding up a “SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND” sign at your gigs.
posts after every one of your performances captioned: “dating the main character. sorry.”
makes you autograph the back of his thigh once and got it tattooed. zero shame.
yukimiya kenyu
finds out because a luxury fashion brand asked if he wanted to model with your band.
goes “oh wow, they’re blowing up fast” and then sees your face on the moodboard.
audibly gasps.
takes off his sunglasses in shock, indoors.
“love. are you a full-time rock goddess and i’m just finding out like this?”
gets dramatically offended you never asked him to take your promo pics.
immediately offers to do your PR, plan your brand deals, and get your band a skincare sponsorship.
subtly matches his outfits to your stage looks.
becomes that boyfriend who answers interview questions on your behalf: “she’s too humble to say it, but yeah, she did sell out in five minutes. queen behavior.”
introduces you as “japan’s coolest rockstar girl” at every party.
isagi yoichi
finds out when he walks in on you casually practicing vocals in the garage.
he’s like “that’s kinda good…”
then pauses.
“wait. why do i know these lyrics.”
pulls out his phone and realizes the song is already in his playlist.
you’ve been in his top 5 artists on spotify this whole time and he didn’t know it was YOU.
stares at you like you’re an alien.
“you’re my girlfriend AND my favorite artist?! am i living a fanfic?”
spirals. you’re hot. you’re talented. you’re secretly famous. you’re literally a pop punk goddess.
“so like… do i get VIP access to your concerts or do i have to cry in general admission?”
once tackled a guy backstage for breathing too close to you.
his lock screen? your album cover. his phone case? your lyrics.
calls your fanbase “his in-laws.”
kaiser michael
finds out via twitter trending.
trending topic: “WHO IS THE LEAD SINGER IN THIS BAND AND WHY IS SHE HOT???”
he’s like “who tf is this chick everyone’s thirsting ov–”
zooms in.
it’s. you.
spits out his wine.
immediately calls you with a perfectly calm, terrifying voice: “schatz. liebe. meine muse. care to tell me why the entire internet wants to lick your boots?”
you go “it wasn’t that deep” and he goes: “you were wearing leather pants and singing about dominance. it was absolutely that deep.”
watches every live show like he’s scouting you for a transfer window.
50% impressed. 50% aroused. 100% confused why you didn’t tell him first.
claps like a proud theater mom every time you hit a high note.
“i’ve decided to become your groupie. my ass looks good in fishnets.”
threatens your fans for fun.
lowkey jealous the spotlight’s not on him but deeply in love with how you take it anyway.
shidou ryusei
finds out because he saw a clip of your concert on tiktok where you licked the mic mid-performance.
immediately duets it with a thirst trap and the caption: “that’s my girl. hands off unless you’ve got a death wish 💋🔪”
comments “i taught her that tongue move btw” and gets banned for 24 hours.
facetimes you screaming: “YOU’RE IN A BAND? A BAND?? SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE A WHOLE ALTER EGO THAT LOOKS LIKE A VILLAIN I’D WANNA MAKE OUT WITH???”
starts tagging along to all your gigs like an aggressive golden retriever.
jumps on stage once and tries to mosh with the crowd mid-ballad.
fights your bassist in the parking lot over “stage proximity.”
buys your merch in bulk and cuts them into crop tops.
refers to himself as your “road boyfriend.”
once got kicked out of a venue for throwing a fan’s sign because it said “marry me.”
his reasoning: “that’s MY future, bitch.”
© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
i got bit by a snake! quick!! you have to jerk me off to get the poison out! and pinch my nipples a little, too. and call me good boy! yeah that’s the only antidote I looked it up on Internet Explorerrrrrrr
WHO IS THIS DIVAAAAA, also omg hi
My queen sent me this and I didn't even knew until now omfg I love you so much hi I love your blog 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
i think i’m in love with ur user.
KDHWKHS8AJS???? THANKS?
being 5'7" is so fucked. AND i'm a top. i suffer more than you could ever know.
I am stronger than they'll ever be. My post now.
man i really don't think so but okay i guess
sorry for bitching and whining. unfortunately i have to or else ill start killing and eating people instead
*offers you a cigarette except out of a crayon box and it's a crayon*
I hate that the “shauty getting sexually gross with it” comment is a niche thing that only my friends and I know about and not common knowledge because I constantly want to to reference it but no one would know what I’m referencing
Leland are you kidding me
Going to sleep wake me up when Rin is happy and he kills Sae with a hammer
apparently one of the ways to say "shaved my head" in Japanese is "頭を坊主にした" which is literally something like "did the monk thing to my head"