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suashii · 7 months

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꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒟𝐸𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐸𝒴𝐸𝒮 — attractive things they do

info ⭑ includes: itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, mikage reo, michael kaiser, yukimiya kenyu ﾉ suggestive bordering nsfw (minors do not interact) ﾉ all character written 19+

₊˚ପ⊹ RIN guides you by your waist. when you’re playing around and purposely blocking his path, his arms stretch out to take a hold of you before effortlessly reversing your positions with the click of his tongue and an easy, lazy smirk. it’s also one of the few physical actions he’ll display in public, preferring it over holding hands or slinging an arm around your shoulders. he can see you this way, keep you in his sights. when you’re not paying any mind to your surroundings and nearly walk into traffic, he pulls you into him and gives you a squeeze, leaning down to whisper “be careful” against your skin. you jump at his touch and the feel of his breath tickling your ear, cheeks burning with the reminder of where his hands were roaming and exploring the night before.

₊˚ପ⊹ SHIDOU walks around the apartment in sweatpants that hang incredibly low on his hips. your focus shifts from the pot of water you’re waiting to boil to ryusei as he pads into the kitchen after finishing his shower. beads of water drip from his hair onto his bare chest and roll down his tanned skin until they reach his v-line. you don’t realize the water on the stove has come to a boil until shidou clears his throat, jerking his head at the stove. “you’re staring real hard, pretty,” he drawls with a lazy grin. it only takes a few strides for him to close the gap between the two of you. his hands grip the counter on either side of you, trapping you in place as fuchsia eyes filled with mischief stare down at your figure. “something more you wanna see?”

₊˚ପ⊹ OLIVER intently stares at your lips whenever you’re talking. to be fair, each conversation starts with his eyes on yours but they always happen to drift down to your mouth. he takes in their natural pout and the subtle shine that your chapstick leaves behind on them. eventually, his mind begins to wander. he thinks about how soft they would feel sucking hickeys onto the pulse of his neck and across his collarbone or wrapped around the head of his—"are you even listening?“ you ask with crossed arms, the corners of your lips turnings down in a frown. "of course i am,” he tells you, finally dragging his gaze up to your eyes. “i just hear you better this way, that’s all.”

₊˚ପ⊹ REO puts his hands over yours every time you reach for your wallet to pay. he can feel the way your fingers wriggle beneath his palm, but he ignores the movement, intertwining his fingers with yours while he pulls out his card and hands it to the cashier. he’s got more money to his name than he knows what to do with, so it only makes sense for him to spoil you. he might smile and breathe out a laugh when you slap his shoulder and frown, sulking about how you feel bad for spending all his money, but he hears you. if you really feel like paying him back, he can think of a couple of ways you could do so—some that are better suited taking place in the bedroom.

₊˚ପ⊹ KAISER tilts your chin up with his finger whenever you refuse to look at him. it shouldn’t surprise you, seeing him offer fans smiles and hugs, but you can’t help but think about it when the two of you are taking your leave. “are you seriously mad?” he asks from beside you, and it wouldn’t have upset you if he didn’t laugh like it was unreasonable. you scoff and roll your eyes but before you’re able to make it any closer to the door, you’re being tugged back. all too suddenly, kaiser is in front of you, his hooked finger angling your head up and forcing you to meet his azure gaze. “you know i only have eyes for you, right?” he murmurs, like his words are meant for you and you alone. he’ll show you that his statement holds true when you get home.

₊˚ପ⊹ YUKIMIYA uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe away his sweat. on the occasion that you accompany him to a weekend practice or individual workout, you tend to look out for it. after the intense training when he’s cooling down, you watch attentively as he drags the hem of his shirt across his upper lip to collect the beads of perspiration. the motion leaves his abdomen exposed, putting the defined lines of his abs and the trail of dark hair peeking out from his shorts on display. your staring isn’t as discreet as you think it is but yukimiya doesn’t mind it. even after he catches you gawking, he keeps his shirt pulled up so as to not interrupt your view. when finally do look up at him, he’s peering at you over his glasses, tongue running along his lower lip.

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suntoru · 6 months

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─ ✰ LOVER’S CURRENCY!

✧˚ · . ITOSHI SAE’S sneaky way he shows he cares!

— warnings: fluff, crackfic, whipped sae, maybe ooc?

— author’s note: guys this is my first bllk work please spare me, comments and tags are very much appreciated!

“itoshi sae.”

you cross your arms with a pout, hovering over him intimidatingly as he peels one eye open, lazily draped over the couch.

“hm?” he cocks his head slightly, a ghost of a smirk tracing over his lips. sighing in exasperation, you attempt to reassert your point by rather agressively squishing his cheek with your finger.

“you did it again.”

“did what?”

it’s infuriating. he’s feigning ignorance, choosing to act clueless when you know he knows exactly what you’re talking about.

the edges of his lips are the slightest bit upturned, a faint twinkle of mischief in his eyes, subtle details easily missed by the casual onlooker. but with you, he’s an exposed canvas, an open diary— you can read him like a book.

“don’t play dumb, sae, it’s not funny!” you whine, digging in your purse pocket, and grabbing your wallet to pull out a shiny, black credit card— his. you hand him the card, wordlessly demanding him to take it back. but of course, itoshi sae wouldn’t be itoshi sae without the theatrics— eyeing the card smugly as he gives it a once-over.

“that doesn’t look like mine.” you roll your eyes, done with his shenanigans as you huff in mild annoyance. seriously, he acts like such a child sometimes.

“how many times have i told you i can pay for things myself? and i want my card back too.”

this time, he’s the one to pout.

“don’t wanna.”

you’re about to retort something back when he pulls you closer by your waist, earning a yelp from you as you crash on top of him, letting out a small ‘oof’, his long limbs trapping you in place.

“what the— sae!” you grumble, and although it’s half-assed, you choose to squirm in his arms, still rather annoyed at his (endearing) habit of deceiving you into spending his money. still, he snuggles into you, letting out a small sigh of discontent as you keep wriggling around.

“would you stop that?” he scowls slightly, although he’s not really mad. “‘m trying to get comfortable.”

begrudgingly, you surrender to the warmth of his embrace, relenting to the pull of his affectionate cuddles, but not without flicking his forehead childishly first. he huffs brattily, but all complaints disappear as he feels your arms slinking around his neck, nuzzling into his chest.

“i hope you know i’m e-transferring you your money back.” you mumble under your breath as he delicately traces shapes on your skin. he abruptly stops, prompting you to look up at him in confusion.

you don’t expect him to suddenly jab at your sides sides, playfully assaulting your stomach as he continues his onslaught, generating a shriek of giggles and pleas to stop from you. you kick and squeal, but his grip is like iron, targeting all your ticklish spots.

“s-sae, please, i didn’t mean, i-it, i swear—”

you manage to gasp out, completely pooped out from laughing so hard, and after five, long, painful minutes, he finally relents, allowing you to catch your breath as you glare at him, face flushed, panting heavily as you attempt recover from his utterly ruthless attack.

“i swear, if you weren’t so pretty-” you start, but you’re cut off by a rare laugh. small, yet entrancing all the same. his eyes crinkle, letting out a tiny chuckle as he gazes at you with pure adoration in his crystalline teal eyes. your heart races in response, the sheer sweetness of the moment causes you to liquify into a puddle.

…you suppose it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you let him get away with it just this once.

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hxnbi · 18 days

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♡ blue lock boys and their first impressions of you

The first thing they noticed in you, their lover? — gn. reader

ꗃ Your appearance. It was the quickest trait that he could evaluate at first glance, and instantly captivated him. But it's not as shallow as it initially may seem to the casual observer, as many people would assume. Your appearance attracted him the very first moment he saw you. You looked so radiant, so captivating, enough for him to take another glance in your direction, and then another, before finally going up and talking to you, only to realize that your appearance wasn't just a surface-level attraction but complemented the amazing person you were. And years later, this still holds true. He still loves to look at you and marvel, finding new facets of your beauty every time and cherishing the moments when you catch him looking and smiling back at him. Yes, this is all that he could ever want.

micheal kaiser, chigiri hyoma, naruhaya asahi, mikage reo, igarashi gurimu, shido ryusei, aryu jyubei, otoya eita, hiiragi reiji, gagamaru gin

ꗃ Your personality. That alone was what truly captivated him from the very beginning. It didn’t matter how you looked, as opposed to how you carried yourself. How they carry themselves and how they treat others spoke volumes about your character and your sincerity to not only him but everyone both he and you knew or even just merely talked to. With no exaggeration, you were like a beacon of light in his life. Just being in the vicinity of your presence, he felt at ease, understood, and appreciated. Your kindness and authenticity shone through in everything you did and in every interaction. And he couldn't help but watch you secretly as you navigated through your days, noticing the little quirks. He realized then, that true beauty lies not in outward appearances but in the depth of one's character. And it was your character that he fell in love with, time and time again. With each passing day, he would find new reasons to admire and cherish you, like each day was his last.

kunigami rensuke, hiori yo, karasu tabito, tokimitsu aoshi, raichi jingo, tsurugi zantetsu, nanase nijiro, oliver aiku, alexis ness

ꗃ Neither. It's the amount of time and how much he knew of you that made him notice your true character. And you did just that. Your appearance might have drawn him in initially, but it was your genuine self that made him stay. He watched as you navigated through your days, noticing the little quirks and mannerisms that defined you. Your beauty was also just as charming. He couldn't imagine, seeing an individual so radiant yet so sincere. With each day spent together, he realized more and more that it was your true character, your kindness, strength, and authentic spirit that he cherished the most. So, he continues to find joy in every new discovery about you without needing to search for anything else. After all, he loves you and continues to love you more deeply with each passing moment.

nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, baro shoei, bachira meguru, niko ikki, itoshi rin, kurona ranze, yukimiya kenyu, ego jinpachi, kiyora jin

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note: a disclaimer that this is all just my personal opinion, you're free to imagine whatever character you'd like :) fanfics are all about creativity and imagination after all ♡

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noirflms · 2 months

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AGAIN — seishiro nagi

nagi’s hoodies have been disappearing recently and he knows who the culprit is. he is certain, for you have strike away at his precious hoodies - again.

“you took my hoodie. again.”

seishiro nagi begins, and ends his allegation with a sigh. he has his eyebrows furrowed, eyes looking straight at your figure that is sprawled onto his home couch. this is not the first time he had seen one of his best hoodies be lost again, this is a repetition of many cycles of stealing and getting the hoodie of his back.

“what are you even talking about? what hoodie, if you mind?” you say nonchalantly, eyes fixated on the running to show of yours. you know very well what he is talking about. but if he wants it back, he has to fight for it and you don’t back down from fights revolving around his comfortable and soft, pillow like hoodies ( you wonder how he always gets the good ones. )

“i know you took it back home, babe.” he sighs. nagi has forgotten the number of times he has sighed in the day, since his long search of finding his one great hoodie – it was certainly the only hoodie left after you took almost half of them.

“pffft— as i really do have a use for them.” you chuckle. the sweat form on your forehead when you hear him approach his footsteps echoing through the house, and when he is just right behind you, the 6’3 boy takes gentle hold of your neck and makes you look right at him, eye to eye and he is not surprised with your antiques at all.

“you saying something, princess. i know you’ve got all of them.” he say and you gulp, he feels the lump being swallowed. “just give me two of my hoodies back, love. i’m out of all of them.” he sighs as he let’s go of your neck and pinches your nose making you stop breathing as you smack at his arm.

“hey! now that is rude. you won’t be getting a single hoodie back after this!” you grumble as you punch him right in the arm, but all nagi does is laugh softly at your light hits. god, he has a baby for a girlfriend.

“so, you do have my hoodies.” he says taking his seat right next to you. eyes wide, you freeze in your spot, you look at him owl eyed. you look like a deer caught in red lights. he smirks as he looks at you, the tv show still running in the background. “so, do i get two back or not? or either the whole lot please.”

“but your hoodies are comfortable.” you pout, and the look shakes nagi’s resolve of asking his hoodies back, a bit. he almost gives in, but no, he has to stay strong, he has to get just two, maybe four of his hoodies back.

“and they smell like you, so, i take them with me.” you say softly and he almost – keyword is almost – answers without thinking but he is on a mission. he is strong man, but gosh, but this girl he loves shakes the whatever resolve he has to the core, he just becomes something unlike to what a monster he is on the football ground.

but you begin again, voice one of reason and thought as you tap a finger on your chin.

“but they’ve lost your smell now, so i’ll return them. but! you’ll have to give me another which still has your smell!” and you’ve struck yourself a deal here. your smile has grown a thousand watt more and nagi think, it’s fine for you to take his hoodies, you look good walking around in them and they keep bachira away with his rizz full comments.

“deal.” he softly smiles. and his words send you to cloud nine and you press a chaste peck to his lips, and go back to watching your tv show, as he looks at you sighing softly. god, he’d give you all his hoodies, if it means you’ll be striking deals like this now and then.

and he would now like you to steal his hoodies every now and then. and again.

RAHHHHHH 🦅🦅 i love nagi and i missed blue lock content on my blog so HERE YA GO MAUH 😋🍒

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pipppinn · 6 months

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Sae buried his teeth without an ounce of mercy into your shoulder. It was painful, yet all you could was give him a flinch and a moan as your body leaned bonelessly against him.

“That was for yesterday,” he said, tone cold and uncaring, very unlike his bare skins that were pressed chest to chest to yours.

You tried to manage a reply, yet your head—still a blank slate filled with statics and overstimulation—could only get a garbled noise out of your mouth. Sae scoffed at your attempt as he let his fingers trace over your hips. In return, you clutched tighter to his hair and back. Your legs, still locked behind him, tried to pull him closer in search of more of him.

“Sae…” you called to him pathetically.

Feigning ignorance, Sae asked, “What?”

“Can I have one more?” you pleaded, lips pressing a kiss to the pulse on his neck, your fingers burying want to his skin. “Please?”

Inside you, you could feel Sae stiffened once again. Then, with a gentle push, Sae laid you on the sheet without letting you go.

Curtly yet softly, he said, “As much as you want.”

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startaee · 6 months

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nagi thinks you're different.

nagi seishiro thinks you're different than others. he can't ever seem to place why he thinks you're different though, so one day he lies down on the rooftop of the school and thinks.

maybe it's the way you laugh at him when he's being scolded by the teacher for eating in class. maybe it's the way your eyes widen when he compliments your perfume. maybe it's the way you always ask him if he wants company for lunch before settling down next to him. maybe it's the way you smile and cover your face each time your friends tease you about being more than friends with him. maybe it's the way you sometimes ask him for a pencil even though he can clearly see there are two in your pouch. maybe it's the way your smile makes his heart beat faster than it should.

maybe. ah, it's too much of a hassle to think about.

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okkalo · 1 year

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“nagi, babe, look up for a sec. i wanna show you something,” you coaxed the sleepy male to lift his head from your lap, fingers running through his hair. he rested his chin on your thigh, eyebrows narrowing as he read your laptop screen.

“men i would replace my boyfriend with?” he mumbled the title of the presentation that took up your screen, a long sigh leaving him after he finished. “don’t wanna watch. you’re dumb.” he lowered his head onto your lap once again.

“please,” you dragged the word out, shaking his shoulders as you did so. “you’ll like it, promise.” he let out a groan, lazily picking his head up once more to look at your screen.

“��kay.” he gave in, knowing you wouldn’t back down anytime soon. you had to bite back a smile seeing his sleepy and annoyed face.

“men i would replace my boyfriend for,” you started off by repeating the title slide before clicking to the next, “nobody. my boyfriend is top-tier.” nagi still held his peeved face, hand reaching up to click the next slide, which was blank. “did you really think i would put someone else?” you asked, feigning hurt.

his only response was to click to the slide after that, still skeptical of this whole presentation. thankfully, it was also blank. “see? you’re the best boyfriend i could ask for,” he only hummed in response, looking up at you while reaching for your chin to pull you in for a kiss. you, of course, obliged, trying your best to hold back your smile as you clicked to the next slide. he peeked one eye open to look at your laptop, now seeing a picture of reo.

“really?” he immediately pushed you away, annoyed expression making its way back on his face. at that point you were letting all your giggles loose, nagi pushing himself off of you.

“it’s because he’s rich!” you quickly added, making sure you explained yourself before he could walk off. he whipped his head around with an offended look.

“‘m rich too!”

“you refused to buy that plushie for me last week!” you fought back, smile still wide on your face.

“because you’ll cuddle with it instead of me,” he mumbled, pout spreading on his lips as he thought of the sight. you gave a small giggle, your hand snaking behind his neck to push him back towards you.

“i could never replace you, my big baby,” your soft tone is what pulled nagi back into you, his head dropping on your chest as his arms wrapped around you.

“you did with that one dino plushie,” he sighed at the memory, relaxing in your touch. you had both gone quiet at that statement, your hands occupied with scratching his scalp. he had thought it was finally time to nap, letting his eyes close.

“hey…whatever happened to my dino plushie?”

uh oh.

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suashii · 8 months

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꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝐵𝒜𝐵𝒴 𝐼𝒯'𝒮 𝒞𝒪𝐿𝒟 𝒪𝒰𝒯𝒮𝐼𝒟𝐸

info ⭑ nagi seishiro x reader ﾉ 0.9k wc ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff

note ⭑ something short and sweet for the boy! it's been a while since i've written so forgive me if i'm rusty :3

“jeez, sei, walk any closer and people might start thinking you’re my shadow,” you mumble into your scarf, tipping your chin up so your next words will be more audible. you’re walking home with nagi now but instead of the man taking steps beside you, he’s closely tracing your footsteps, arms wrapped around you and his hands stuffed in your pockets with yours.

he’s stuck to you like super glue—like you’re his personal space heater.

“can’t help it,” he speaks up from behind you. if he’s able to get any closer, he does with his words. “it’s starting to get cold.”

besides being a notorious homebody, your boyfriend hates the cold. he hates how it makes his fingertips numb and his skin flush bright red and he especially hates how it makes his nose runny. even now, when the temperatures have yet to hit their coldest, he has a coat zipped up over his hoodie and a crochet bunny beanie sitting atop his head. snowy tufts of hair stick out from the hat but he’s sure to have the tops of his ears tucked away.

“poor baby,” you coo, fumbling for his hand in your pocket. you give it a squeeze before bringing up a suggestion that might help chase the chill away. “want some hot chocolate when we get home?”

you can practically feel him perk up behind you at the offer. nagi may hate the cold, but he loves getting warmed up—especially if it’s with you. he settles his chin on the top of your head and hums a confirmation, the vibration giving you all the answer you need.

he can’t see it, but you smile as you give his hand another loving squeeze. “anything for you, my snow prince.”

nagi groans at the unwanted nickname but it does little–nothing, really–to deter him from hanging off of you the rest of the way home.

it’s not long before the two of you are back at your apartment, settling into the warmth of the unit. while nagi readies the living room for your cozy night in, you stand at the counter with two mugs in front of you and a pot of milk heating up on the stove. the lyrics of the song that’s been stuck in your head these days drift through the air as you make your way about the kitchen to grab whipped cream from the fridge and marshmallows from the pantry.

when you’re back at your workstation and preparing to assemble your warm drinks, you call out for nagi. he’s particularly picky when it comes to the ratio of toppings and you’ve learned it’s best to simply have him supervise. you expect to hear his heavy footsteps alerting you of his arrival but are instead met with his icy hands snaking up beneath your hoodie.

you flinch and then squeal at the sensation, turning around in his hold to scold him. “sei! your hands are freezing!”

any attempt to push him away is futile. despite his lazy exterior characterized by oversized clothes and his floppy-eared hat, nagi is stronger than he looks. his grasp isn’t painful but it’s firm, like he has no intention of letting you go.

he pulls you closer and buries his head into your neck. his voice is muffled when he says, “i know,” he draws out the vowel, “but you aren’t. just help me get warm.”

“i’m trying to do that but it’s a bit hard when your ice packs for hands are up my shirt.” you turn your head to leave a kiss behind his ear as an incentive for him to let you get back to your task. it works, nagi loosening his hold on you in favor of standing at your side. there’s a pout on his lips but he silently watches and waits for you to continue making the drinks.

without the cute distraction, you’re able to pour the milk into each of the mugs and combine the liquid and powder to make the rich, chocolatey base. you add a pretty swirl of whipped cream to your cup before turning to nagi and spraying some of the sweet foam into his mouth. his cheeks puff out and you giggle at the sight before returning your attention to the mugs and beginning to add the whipped topping to nagi’s. through a mouthful, he tells you when to stop.

fluffy marshmallows come next. you sprinkle the minis on between each cup, glancing at nagi to see when you’ve reached his desired amount. he licks the lingering cream off of his lips while he nods in a silent gesture for you to continue. you’re sure you’re going to run out of space to pile them on when he finally says you’ve added enough. like usually, you dig into the bag for a few more of the bouncy treats to feed to your boyfriend.

he happily chews away while you return the ingredients to their place in the kitchen. you join him at the counter as he’s swallowing and like a magnet, he pulls you into him. you don’t fight it this time, choosing to melt into his hold instead.

nagi dips his head down, whispering a quiet, “thank you,” against your lips before capturing them in a kiss. he tastes like dessert, his mouth sweet from the whipped cream and marshmallows, lips soft from the chapstick he’s consistent about putting on in the colder months. and, unlike the rest of him, they’re warm.

you pull away with a smile, jerking your head in the direction of the mugs. “shall we go get warm under the blanket?”

he nods. “sounds good.”

hey there, it's manon :3 ! thank you for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! much love from me to you ❤︎

#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: blue lock #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #nagi x you #bllk x you #blue lock x you #nagi drabble #bllk drabbles #blue lock drabbles #nagi fluff #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #bllk scenarios #bllk imagines #blue lock scenarios #blue lock imagines

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short-black-diamond · 7 months

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can you pls do moments they realised they were in love with you for kaiser, rin, barou, sae and karasu thank you 💗💗

female reader tysm

naw these requests are so cuuuuuuuute!!! Also thank you for mentioning the gender.

and please stop requesting for kaiser. i hate him.

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"I think I'm in love with you!"

Kaiser

Kaiser saw you again after he went to japan, and he noticed a few changes in you. your hair didn't look really taken care of. Your eyes were dull, and you didn't radiate the same glow you did before he left.

He huffed in amusement. "What's up with you, ____?", he asked, examining your face closely. You smiled at him fondly. "I missed you. That's all, Michael."

His eyes widened, and a slow blush errupted in his face. He surpressed a grin, failed to do so, and then just smiled at you. "Really? and why's that?", he asked as he saw you smiling up at him. you were starting to look more and more like the ____ he knew as you smiled, and he was glad.

"Because you're my closest friend, Michael. You leaving me and Germany...it was like I was robbed off my soul, you know?", you spoke softly as you shyly averted your eyes.

He gulped. Damn, that was very smooth and poetic of you, ____...

"And...why is that? ...Hey, would you mind...maybe joining me to a trip accross the world? that way, you wouldn't miss me, you know?", he mused, smirking at you. He actually wanted to tease you.

Though he was taken aback when you smiled at him with a hopeful glint. "I'd love that, Michael.", you said, and Kaiser had to take a few moments to calm down his nerves.

Why was he so shy all of a sudden, averting his eyes at your smile? Or how fast his heart raced...

Could it be...that Kaiser fell for you?

The thought alone made him flinch, which startled you. "You okay?!", came your worried tone, along with a hand on his arm, which he dumbly flexed.

You blinked a few times. "...Micha?" "Y-yes, I'm okay, just-just thought about something.", he answered with a stutter and a heavy blush on his face before he looked away.

You only looked at him with a confused but worried expression whereas he was twisting his face and grabbing his throbbing heart.

Rin

You guys were actually childhood friends, along with Sae. However, whenever you and Sae conversed, Rin pouted and pulled at your hair to get your direction, yelling stuff like; "Stop listening to my lukewarm brother and play soccer with me, ____!"

You guys were seven, eight and nine at that time. Rin was the youngest.

Now, as Rin was checking yet another one of your messages with a small smile, Sae looked over his shoulder. "Damn, you still didn't confess?"

"Shut it. And besides, we're just friends."

"Just friends? Don't make me laugh...Y'know, I'm surprised, Rin.", the elder brother started, his bored eyes having a hint of a mischievous glint. Rin frowned, his guard up.

"How come you never confess to ____? It's not like she doesn't like you.", he said and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at his younger brother.

Rin's eyes narrowed, but the older brother could see his cheeks taking in a pinkish hue. Got him.

"I mean, I'd be a much better option, given the fact that I have more money than you, I can play soccer in a manship while you have to rot in Blue Lock, and I've been to spain, a place where ____'s been dying to go to."

Sae loved the expression on Rin's face. "tch...as if she'd like somebody as lukewarm as you, Sae." "And you're not? Tell me; why should she choose you over me?", Sae asked, leaning down to look Rin more in the eyes.

the younger brother's eyes widened, and his brows furrowed. "because I don't look around bored and also don't act like a fucking adult whenever she mentions something cute or funny. I actually listen to her while you're so obsessed with wanting to bring me down."

Sae huffed after a moment after he glared at Rin. "then confess."

And with that, Sae left, leaving Rin alone with his thoughts. Rin was already about to ask you to meet him when his finger halted on the send button.

How did he even fall in love?

was it because he knew you since you two were kids? Or how you weren't a loud person but soft spoken? That you were a no-nonsense girl?

Rin's cheeks got warmer the longer he thought about it, until his phone vibrated. you sent a message.

-'Of course I'd love to go out with you!'-

That was your message. Did he-

Rin's face scrunched up and his nose flared up. He sent the message. At least he could go out with you now...if he had an idea where to go to exactly.

He wrote you back with a red face.

Barou

that guy...hm...

I think you two could've been roommates in a boarding school because Barou strikes me as a boy who went to boarding school before Blue Lock.

So imagine you and him going shopping for cleaning utensils which you guys ran short of, and arguing all the while on the way there.

"Cif is the best, dude!"

"I don't want everything to smell after Lemons, ____!", he retorted back and you clicked yout tongue.

"But it covers the smell of sweat and rotting food your friends have left!"

"Isagi, Bachira and Chigiri are not my friends.", he seethed, tick marks appearing on his skin.

you only huffed. There was a short moment of silence as you two went a small path ahead, none of you guys saying a word. However, you bit your lip.

"You seem to be pretty good friends with Isagi though.", you remarked quietly and giggled when Barou whipped his head to you with a pissed off face.

"I'M NOT!"

You held a hand in front of your mouth to stop the laughter from breaking out, and Barou huffed grumpily. However, as he looked back to you, he blushed.

You looked pretty cute, giggling into your hands, and the sound you made while doing so was also pretty nice.

the king then froze. That was actually the first time he thought like that. And the more he thought about it, the more he came to the conclusion that...well...

'Am I in...love?', he thought when he looked at you with a frown, but rosy cheeks. He quickly turned around when his cheeks got warmer.

"C-come on, ____. I heard today's sale is 70% off on the cleaning supplies...c'mon stop laughing, dammit!", Barou exclaimed when you snorted and looked to the side, still having a hand on your lips as you chuckled at his face earlier.

Barou only groaned before walking ahead, already having a headstart as he heard your surprised gasp and betrayed tone as you yelled at him to wait for you. Barou smiled.

Sae

You were the funniest girl with the juiciest ass he's ever seen, so of course he'd fall for you. He can't even remember when he actually fell, I think it was when you did a horrible pick up line which was so bad that Sae spit out the water he had in his mouth out of his nose.

However, now, as you two became good friends, Sae actually felt the more romantic feelings instead of 'damn she's hot' or 'what she said was so fucking hilarious'.

Now, he was watching you as you were preparing some food for him and you to eat, and he watched you with a bored expression, although he had one pink dot which covered both sides of his cheeks.

"Sae, stop looking...you know it makes me nervous.", you said in a concentrated tone, your gaze flicking up to meet his and the eyelocking stopped as soon as it began.

Sae stretched. "But I want to see you not burn the kitchen for once." "Hah? Who was so smart to put noodles with no water into the pot yesterday??"

Sae shut up. He actually broke your favourite pot and had to buy you a new one.

"thought so. Would you like some peppers with it?" "Would you?" "I asked you first." "and I second."

You sighed in frustration as you put the peppers away. you didn't really like peppers in food. Sae smiled softly at you.

he could imagine living with you like that. little arguments, lots of laughter, seeing your beauty...yeah, he fell for you just like that.

Karasu

you, otoya and karasu were friends, having gone to the same highschool. you are yourself, a great person. Karasu always felt at ease with you, but he hates when Otoya tries to flirt with you.

He fears Otoya might make you catch feelings, and that his friend might take you out on dates. he fears Otoya might hold you and kiss you, and promise sweet nothings into your ear.

He fears Otoya might break your heart.

Otoya Eita was known for being a cheater, and yet, numerous girls fell for him. You didn't.

However, it was only a matter of time for Karasu before you'd come running to him and tell him about your crush on Eita.

That didn't happen though. It still hasn't. It is eating away at Karasu's brain and heart. 'why didn't she confess yet?', he thinks, as he scans through your and his conversations on his phone. no mentioning of you having the slightest ounce of romance-y favours on Otoya.

but...

...why does Karasu care so much?

.....

....

...

Oh.

That's why.

A deep blush suddenly finds itself spreading out on Karasu's cheeks like a desease. you sit right accross him with your adorable, cat-themed chocolate coffee, doing your homework.

"Staring's rude.", you whisper, and Karasu closes his eyes. "Sorry.", he whispers back.

you raise your gaze from the ink to his face, and frown. "are you okay? you're beet red..."

god...you're so...how? when did he even fall for you?!

"I'm alright, please don't worry.", he says softly, but you don't buy him that. you just hold out the chocolate milk to him.

"Drink." "it is your drink." "and?"

'god,whydoyouhavetobesocuteandconsiderateandsweet,whycan'tyoujustfallforOtoya!?', he thinks as he takes the cup and brings it up to his lips.

He sighs and takes a sip. it is surprisingly good. "thanks."

Still red in the face. 'my face is burning...fuck.'

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REQUESTS ARE CLOSEDDDDD

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suntoru · 6 months

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─ ✰ BREWING AFFECTION.

✧˚ · . NAGI SEISHIRO loves sleeping, soccer, and gaming. he also doesn’t mind you coffee too.

— warnings: coffee shop! au, fluff, crackfic, reo hating on readers barista skills, downbad nagi (hes oblivious af), maybe ooc?

— author’s note: NOT TUMBLR BUTCHERING THE QUALITY OF MY HEADER. THIS IS NOT OK.

"…so… this was the coffee shop you were talking about?” reo probes nagi tentatively, face crinkled in slight confusion. the small café nestled in the hidden corner of some obscure street— nothing extravagant, and certainly not what he expected. it’s a quiet sanction, only a few patrons savoring the quiet ambience of the modest establishment.

"mhm," nagi hums in affirmation. his eyes are glued to his screen, fingers violently tapping his phone as he skillfully maneuvers through the critical attack from the boss battle. reo doubts he was listening to a word he was saying. he raises his eyebrows skeptically, surveying the surroundings of the quaint little shop. he’s well aware nagi sacrifices fifteen whole minutes of his precious sleep on wednesdays and saturdays to walk all the way here— there must, has to be something special about this place. yet all he can spot are a couple of worn-down couches, cute decorations, and the smell of grinding beans in the air; nothing particularly stands out.

'is the coffee just that good?' reo wonders to himself, his thoughts interrupted when you hastily set a tray down at their table. your hair is tied in a messy bun, name tag displayed largely at the side of your stained apron. "i'm so sorry— morning rush! two triple foam lattes, half a shot of espresso with a dash of cinnamon, right?" the words tumble out, an apology and a question all in one, accompanied by a warm aura that absolutely nobody else in customer service seemed to carry.

…that’s… not…. even close… he deadpans. “um, actually—” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by nagi cutting him off. “t’s good. thanks.” he mutters, hazy half-lidded grey eyes boring into your oblivious, starry-eyed ones. the tips of his ears turn the slightest bit pink as he blows a tuft of his hair out of his eyes. his phone is completely discarded, ‘GAME OVER.’ pixelated largely on his screen as reo’s eyes widen slightly. …did he… die on purpose? no way. but… he was just about to beat the whole game…?

you smile giddily. finally, you got an order right!! “really? i’m so glad! enjoy your drink!” you eagerly exclaim as you walk away, feeling encouraged to pump out the other orders.

“…we ordered two large macchiatos.” nagi shrugs lazily, fiddling with the plastic straw in his drink. “tastes the same. ‘t’s too much of a hassle to correct them.”

“whatever,” reo sighs, “we’ve been waiting thirty minutes for this— it better make my mouth orgasm.” thirstily taking a huge slurp of the drink, he lets the coffee settle for a moment before not so subtly gagging at the aftertaste. how can someone possibly screw up this badly? it tastes like… tepid brown water. this should be a war crime. no offense, but who thought it was a good idea to hire you? “uhm… it’s *retches* certainly an acquired flavour…” he represses another gag as the fluffy white haired male tunes him out once again.

as reo contemplates the questionable quality of his latte, nagi remains blissfully unaware of his own feelings, doing what he does every wednesday and saturday morning— unconsciously admire you from a distance, his attention shifting from reo to you. his fingers idly trace the ridges on the rim of the cup, distractedly watching as you struggle to get the coffee to start brewing.

and he can’t exactly understand why his heart is beating out of his chest (perhaps he’s having a stroke), why his face is tinted red (is it the cold nipping at his cheeks?), or why he only seems to want coffee when you’re there (it simply tastes different). it all doesn’t make sense to nagi’s simple little life, a simple repetition every day; sleep, soccer, game.

nagi seishiro finds the easiest of tasks to be a hassle. yet for some strange reason, waking up early on wednesdays and saturdays isn’t one of them.

©kaeffeinee 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

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satrs · 10 months

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I need isagi with a yn who got thick thighs. But i mean really thick, no gap at all, tigths rubbing with each other. Thick, strong, squishy tigths with the dear Yoichi 🧍‍♀️i don't have a specific scenario to ask, it can be a headcannon, imagine, drabbles, one-shors, anything you feel like doing, i just need his reaction (sorry if it is confuse and for my eng)

Use ‘em

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! Thigh fetish. Thigh f*cking. Bite kink. Oral(reader receiving).

Isagi loves your thighs.

He loves to see you in anything that show cases your thighs, mouth watering at only the thought of tight knee-highs pushing up the fat of your plush thighs.

He loves when you wear short skirts or shorts, dick twitching in his pants as he observes them rubbing together while your taking step after step towards him, every innocent action of yours turned filthy by his corrupt mind.

He loves to burry his head between them, feeling them lock around his head as he moans into your heat, fingers digging into them.

Yoichi is obsessed with the way they envelope his leaking cock. His eyes light up as he watches his angry cock head pokes out at the end before disappearing between your squeezed-together thighs again.

His mouth hangs open, eager to lap at your aroused heat once your thighs cover his vision. His hands have a tight grip on them, guiding your hips to his lips as he let out a satisfied moan against you, fat of your thighs filling the gaps between his fingers while your strong thighs lock around his head.

He loves to tease you, crawling down your body whilst he peppers open mouth kisses to your inner thighs, even burying his fangs into them to gawk at your reaction, proud smile on his face while he admires the marks he covered your thighs in.

He adores to fall asleep with his head on your lap, nuzzling into the plush of your thighs to make himself comfortable before drifting into deep slumber, hand subconsciously squeezing the back of your thighs occasionally.

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴮᴸᴸᴷ #lec writes!۵ #blue lock smut #blue lock x you #blue lock #bllk drabbles #bllk smut #bllk isagi #isagi smut #isagi headcanons #isagi imagines #isagi yoichi #urgh :(

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verysium · 5 months

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Hi please ignore this if you aren't taking requests but I have this very specific idea if you could do it:

Sae cheating on Model S/O with their rival model right before a big modeling competition which the now ex S/O wins and to kinda take revenge the now Ex S/O saying to the rival model "say hello to Sae for me"

I know this is super specific and it's up to you if you would like to take this request or not I'm currently looking for a modelling agency IRL

i took some creative liberties with this one. it was heavily inspired by yasmeen khan's 1001 nights. i do not know much about professional modeling, so most of the actual references are obscure. hopefully, this works for you though:

instead of a heart, you were born with a wound, a three-by-five inch gash that allowed the light to pass through.

doubt festers like an aperture, a brief shutter of the lens before your eyes blink away all uncertainty. in the confines of your dressing room, the mirror replaces your face with sloshing light, the silver streams of your reflection dripping down through stained fingers. it's nothing compared to the brightness of your screen, the damning evidence of a murder scene splattered across dry text.

who the hell is she? what do you mean? are you fucking cheating on me sae?

there's a knock on your door. it's alessandro, the stylist. his voice cuts through the silence, reedy and skin-tight. he wants to know why you've walked off mid-shoot, when you'll be back to rejoin the other girls on set. you think twice before you respond to his call, taking a deep breath before you face your interrogation.

there's blood on your gown, right above where your heart used to be. a fist-sized prism flashes within your chest, shot through with the hue of your arteries. crimson for the knife-thin glint in your eyes. poppy for the withered petals of your lips. scarlet for the salt encrusting your mouth. ruby for the iron ore of your tongue. red was always your color.

the photographers line up before you, judgement painted on their faces, both sets of eyes unblinking. tears with mascara make a good cover shoot, but a scornful lover with his other woman make for an even better story. you've long run out of tears to cry, tried your hand in the art of storytelling. the only way you know how to love is to angle your face towards a crowd, to bite your lip until it bleeds. your smile never wavers in its sharpness, every confession clasped tightly between white teeth.

snap, snap: once upon a time, there was a boy who weaved lies. click, click: once upon a time, there was a girl who fell for them. flash, flash: once upon a time, this could have been a love story.

there are harder things to hold than a pose, and your resolve becomes nigh unbreakable. in front of every shattering bulb, you hold strong against the impact force of time. your body is sanctified in the golden light, a yellowed blade across the horizon.

perhaps the next girl would be softer, bleeding flowers into aching mouths. perhaps the next girl would be beautiful.

but for now, you remain cold and hard and bright. you stare directly at the sun. you crush every bud beneath your fingertips, cut your flesh on its thorns. down to its very bone, every wound becomes a scar, every smile becomes a story.

when the shoot wraps up and the other woman steps in, you grin with enough light to cut shadows into her body.

"you're his new girl, right? say hello to sae for me."

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chigirizzz · 11 months

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stop feeding my cats! — nagi

gn! reader, fluff, not proofread

you frowned, confused, as you read the messy handwriting on the yellow sticky note that was glued to the cat food bowl in an alley near your house.

stop feeding my cats, it says.

the hell?

you looked around the alley. nothing. you stepped out a few steps from the alley to investigate the street. people and cars were passing by but nothing special.

was the sticky note a prank? done by someone who could have had an eye on you for a while (that thought made you shiver; you hoped that wasn’t the case)? or was, in fact, the owner of the stray cats that you’ve been feeding for a few weeks by now?

no, it couldn’t be; if the person was the owner then why the hell don’t they take care of their pets? the cats were dirty, skinny and none of them had a collar or signs that they used to have a collar. then, was someone also feeding the feline creatures that you’ve taken a liking for? it seemed to be the more rational scenario.

you shrugged and crumpled the paper, before putting it in the pocket of your pants. you really didn’t give a shit, honestly, as long as the person doesn’t disturb you in any way.

while opening the new cans of cat food that you just bought from the supermarket, some of the cats that you recognized made their way to you, excited by the smell of the canned food.

this was your routine now, coming to the same alley you were in and giving the love and affection that those poor animals didn't have. you liked doing this, and you even brought your friends once in a while to help you, which they never hesitated to do.

as you looked inside the plastic bag, you realized you forgot to buy fresh water for the cats. “ah, shit. wait here, it won't take long.” you patted one of the cats, a gray one, and ran to the supermarket. today was a very hot day, so the water was a must.

as you made your way back in the alley, you heard a soft, sleepy, masculine voice talking to no one in particular. it was a white haired boy who seemed to be your age, his tall body in a squatting position, petting the same gray cat you pampered not even 10 minutes ago.

“your fur is so soft. pretty. pretty.” he eventually realized you were there watching him confused, his bored eyes staring at yours. “hm... are you the one who’s been nagging misky and her friends?”

“huh?” you approached him and tried to not be intimidated when he got up and made you look up at him. he was really tall. his baby face didn’t fit the slight muscular and tall body of his. “misky? nagging? what are you on about?”

he pointed at the gray cat. “that’s misky, i was the one who gave her that name. the other cats are her friends,” he affirmed. “and you’ve been nagging them.”

“wha—ugh, unbelievable.” you groaned and rolled your eyes. was he dumb or was he trying to make you look like an idiot? his posture and facial expression remained the same, waiting for an answer, probably. “i never bothered the cats or anything. i just feed them, give them water and pet them. i don’t see where the problem is.”

“i already do that.”

“then how come i never saw you here? i come here often.”

“oh. sometimes i forget to take care of them.” his lips were now similar to an “x”. “i come here once or twice a week… unless i forget.”

“that’s nothing, they need more atten—wait, are you the one who left the sticky note?” he nodded, now on his knees to play with the cats. one of them proceeded to lick his fingers, love and affection on the feline’s eyes. they all seemed to recognize and like him, even if he was a bit neglectful. you looked at the boy interacting with the hungry animals, a view that warmed your heart. “what’s your name?”

“nagi,” he answered without looking at you, grabbing one of the cats and placing them softly on his lap.”nagi seishiro.”

“i’m y/n l/n.” you approached him and sat on the floor. “they really love you.”

“mhm. i’ve been visiting them for a few months now. look,” he called out for your attention and began pointing at each cat while telling you their respective name. “that’s miya, the black one is puddin, that one is jung and the one who’s besides him is his girlfriend, hana. oh, and this one is named reo because his personality reminds me of my best friend reo!” you laughed at his excitement. he seemed like an innocent kid at the moment, which you found adorable.

“i see. i never bothered to give them names; i’m not good at that, haha.”

“that’s because you’re a bad caretaker.”

“huh?! as if!” he ignored you. “how does me not giving them names equal to being a bad caretaker?”

he shrugged and looked at you. “hm, don’t know. but i’d appreciate it if you'd stop feeding my cats.”

you arched your eyebrow. “then why don’t you adopt them?”

“too much of a hassle taking care of them daily.” you facepalmed at his response, to which he didn’t bother to react to. “once or twice a week is enough for me.” his “:x” facial expression was back again.

“if it’s such a hassle then why don’t you want me to take care of them?” he was now in silence and looking at the floor. he seemed… sad. you touched his shoulder gently with the tip of your fingers. “nagi?...”

“i don’t have many friends. don’t want someone to take them away from me.”

awn...

“i won’t take them away from you. my parents don’t want any type of pets.” it was silent for a few seconds in the alley, the only thing that was heard were the cars and the people passing by. it was relaxing, actually.

“say, y/n, why don’t we both take care of them?” he suggested as he laid on the floor with his arms supporting his head, looking at the clear sky.

“is that what you want?”

“mhm.”

you smiled at him. “ok, fine for me! i’ll do my part on the first four days of the week and you on the other three days!”

“no, that’s not what i meant.” his eyes were gazing at yours. “we’ll take care of them at the same time, so i can see you more often. you seem like a nice company.”

oh.

“isn’t… isn’t that a hassle for you?”

“yes.”

“and you still want to do that?”

“mhm.”

“you’re weird,” you chuckled. “but ok, i accept, nagi.”

the rest of the day nagi and you played with the cats and decided when to come back to the alley. the boy was actually really funny despite not showing any emotion. and you were starting to see him as a friend.

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yuzurins · 11 months

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“you’re being childish.”

“i’m not!”

“you are.”

sae chuckles, carefully putting the dishes back to where they belonged as he finishes up washing them, and you hate how much of a malewife he looks like.

“it’s not that big of a deal,” he starts walking over to where you rest on the couch. “you know i didn’t mean it.”

you turn your head away from him, scoffing when he tries to ruffle your hair. “you’re lying,” you turn back to face him. “you’re literally smiling right now!”

the laugh that sae was trying to suppress comes out at your accusation, and he cocks his head to the side. “okay, you caught me.”

but just as you’re about to open your mouth in retaliation, he cuts you off, “but what’s wrong with telling the truth?”

“you—“ the words are struggling to get out of your mouth, “you can’t just tell someone their cooking tastes like dogshit!” you poke him in the chest, a bit too aggressively, and sae swears he sees a flash of concern on your face, despite it doing nothing to him (but he thinks you’re cute for trying). “especially your girlfriend, mr. prodigy!”

“come on, i didn’t say it was dogshit.” he reasons, not that it does much. “it was just… not very appetizing.”

“that doesn’t make it any better, sae.” you roll your eyes and avert your gaze back to the tv, mumbling to yourself, “you should’ve seen the look of horror in your eyes…”

your boyfriend laughs as he makes his way around to sit next to you (you subtly move over to leave a gap between you two though). you glare at him as he hums, knowing he’s up to nothing good.

“well, it’s okay. i’ll pay for your cooking classes.”

“hey!” you hit him in the arm, and the fact that he doesn’t bulge only puts a smirk on his face. “now that was uncalled for.”

he grabs your hand, holding it with his larger one as he just stares at you. “if i’m going to eat your cooking for the rest of my life, then i’d rather it be digestible, you big baby.”

it’s unfair how sae can make such a backhanded phrase sound so charming, how he can placate you with sweet-talk and silly teases.

“fine,” you give in and intertwine your hand with his, “i’ll let you off this time.”

he merely hums in agreement, trailing his arm around your shoulders as you scoot closer to him.

“was the food that bad though?” you hesitantly ask out of curiosity.

“oh, it was the absolute worst.”

a/n: i want to get off work already take this whole lot of nothing <3 @kouyun meow

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okkalo · 1 year

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stupid height.

sae x reader

genre(s): post-argument, fluff

warnings: 1 cuss word..reader is shorter than sae

i hate him 🤣🤣 (no i don’t.)

sae was on the couch, waking up from his daily nap whenever he heard you groan in the kitchen. at first he was going to let it be, knowing the argument you guys had didn’t put you in a position where you wanted to see him. but once he heard your small mumbles of, “why,” he decided to check it out.

you had been trying to get something off the high shelf. too invested in trying to reach it with the boost of your tippy toes you failed to notice sae watching your failed attempts. you only noticed him when he announced his arrival with a small chuckle.

already annoyed, you sent him a glare while going back to the task at hand. you refused to ask him for help. even if you looked pathetic in front of him you weren’t going to give him anymore satisfaction.

he watched for a minute more, eyes furrowing at your stubbornness. finally tired of watching, he decided to take some further steps to annoy you. he took long strides, stopping right behind you so his chest faintly touched your back, and took what you had been jumping for. it was bread. he put it on the top shelf after your argument to make your life harder.

you could only watch as he extended his arm above you, hopeful your boyfriend decided to be nice to you. the hope in your eyes quickly disappeared as he kept it out of your reach and completely ignored eye contact. he made his way to the kitchen counter, laying it down. he was careful to stand in front of it to where you couldn’t steal it.

“you’re such an asshole,” you glowered, watching as he got sandwich meat out of the fridge. you were painfully aware his fast reflexes wouldn’t allow you to steal the bread back.

he spared you a bored glance, immediately going back to retrieving sandwich supplies from the fridge. “why? i’m just making a sandwich.”

you huffed, annoyed at how he was playing innocent. “you put the bread on the impossible-to-reach shelf, watched me struggle, then got my hopes up.” sae’s lack of eye contact and lack of words irritated you even more.

“here i was thinking my boyfriend would do something nice for me. i was wrong. so, so wrong.” you sneered at the end, giving another huff as you crossed your arms.

“not my fault for wanting a sandwich,” he shrugged, showing his lack of care. you replied with a heavy sigh, deciding to sit down at the kitchen island to wait for him to finish.

“i sometimes wonder how low you can stoop,” you muttered resting your chin on your palm, deciding to distract yourself with the view of the nearby window.

“yeah, yeah. shut up and eat your sandwich,” he gruffed, pushing the prepared sandwich sitting prettily on the plate towards you.

oh. you weren’t expecting that.

a smile made its way on your lips, your former slumped posture immediately perking up. he only rolled his eyes, body turning back around to make himself a sandwich.

“so you do care,” you sang, smile evident in your tone.

it was his turn to huff, “shut up or i’ll eat yours.” he was glad he had his back to you, too embarrassed of the small smile on his lips.

unedited thanks for reading!

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suashii · 9 months

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୨♡୧ A LITTLE RELIEF — rin seems a little worked up, so you offer him a helping hand.

pairing. itoshi rin x reader.

warnings. f!reader. established relationship. oral (m!receiving), needy + whiny rin, mentions of penetration + creampies. MDNI. all characters written 18+.

rin usually looks peaceful when he sleeps.

his face lacks any signs of distress; much different than when he’s on the field or in the presence of who he considers to be his irritating teammates. but now, there’s a crease between his brows and short, labored breaths push past the pink of his lips. dark green strands of hair stick to his forehead, wet with sweat.

the sight is almost concerning.

your hand rubs his bare shoulder before you give him a few shakes in an attempt to rouse him. his head shifts positions but his eyes don’t open. “rin, babe. wake up,” you speak, nudging him a bit harder.

your prodding finally wakes him, long, thick lashes fluttering with every rapid blink of rin’s. he breathes in deeply through his nose as he pulls himself up so his weight is resting on his elbows. a quiet “fuck,” accompanies the exhale through his mouth.

“nightmare?” you question. he replies with the shake of his head. you wonder what else could have gotten him so bothered and are given your answer when rin reaches down to adjust his shorts. your mouth forms an “o” at the realization and you sit up on your knees with your next words. “want some help with that?”

“i’m fine,” he insists, running a hand through the damp strands of hair.

“aw, come on,” you say with a teasing lilt to your voice as you move to straddle his legs, “you must’ve gotten pretty worked up. let me give you some relief.”

one of your hands rubs circles against his thigh while the other toys with the waistband of his shorts. you can feel his skin jump beneath your fingers at the contact and your proximity to his erection. he sucks in a breath at the graze of your nails against his abdomen. any reluctance he once had washes away with the reaction. “shit, pull it out.”

“my pleasure,” you purr. his cock is heavy in your hand as you release it from its confines. the head is flushed red, evidence of his arousal. beads of precum gather at the slit and you can’t help but blow a cool stream of air against it. his hips jerk up at that, unintentionally leading you to fist his length. a broken moan bubbles up from his throat, a noise you aren’t used to hearing that makes the corners of your lips tug up in satisfaction.

“please,” he chokes out. there’s desperation in his voice, a neediness you don’t usually have the luxury of hearing. while the sound is music to your ears, you can’t deny him any longer.

“can’t say no that you,” you admit, licking your lips before lowering your head and pressing them against his tip. you offer him a few more soft kisses, the last one open-mouthed and transitioning to sucking.

rin’s relieved sigh drifts through the air as you work your way down his cock, jaw relaxing to accommodate the length. you can feel each twitch, every throb, the further you take him. his hips chase you as you drag up his cock, a wet pop echoing throughout the room.

he almost asks why you’ve stopped when the wet, warm sensation of your tongue swirls around his sensitive head. it draws a breathless whimper from rin; a noise he didn’t know he was capable of making. he’s sure he sounds pathetic but your mouth feels so good that he can’t find it in him to care.

“more,” he pleads, voice just above a whisper. his hand weightlessly rests atop your head, not nearly heavy enough to push you down, but just enough to relay the message that he doesn’t want you to stop.

you’d smile if you could but you settle for letting your lips stretch to take him deeper. your cheeks hollow with your hum of pleasure, the vibration of it pulling yet another noise of gratification from rin.

the erratic rise and fall of his chest coupled with the soft pants rin breathes into the air is enough to tell you he’s close. you relax your jaw to take the rest of him—until your nose is pressed against his pelvis and you can feel him in the back of your throat. it makes your eyes water, tears gathering on your lashes, but it’s worth it to see rin’s head thrown back, to hear his wavering moan of contentment.

your head bobs on the length of his cock, nose kissing his pubes each time you come down and spit dripping down your chin with every up and down. he throbs against your tongue, twitches in the tightness of your throat as his orgasm creeps up. a grunt accompanied by the warmth of his cum flooding your mouth leads you to pull back, every drop of his release sliding down your tongue.

his hips stutter with his climax, unconsciously chasing your mouth. uneven breaths push past his lips rin’s lips as he comes down from his high. he can’t help but think it would be all the more satiating if his cock was buried in your cunt, if his cum was painting your walls instead of your mouth, if he could hear your whines and cries of pleasure with his own.

you give his cock a parting kiss before propping yourself up on your elbows and gazing up at rin from beneath your eyelashes. “mm, better?”

“i will be,” he starts, thumb swiping across your chin to collect the mess of spit and cum and holding it in front of you to clean up. “after you let me fuck you.”

you waste no time popping the finger in your mouth, tongue swirling around it before you give it one final lick. a smile makes its way onto your lips with your reply. “i’m all yours, baby.”

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