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neeeooon · 5 months ago

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☆ blue lock masterlist. FULL. click for more!

no link = in the writing/planning process

series,

(un)official hype squad! complete! smau ft. rin, isagi, bachira, chigiri, reo, nagi, aiku, sae, shidou, sendou

shut me up! completed! smau ft. kaiser, bachira, isagi, rin, sae, shidou, nagi, chigiri, kunigami, reo, ness, kurona

headcanons,

call you his (dating rin)! ft. pre-relationship!rin

when someone asks you out first! ft. pre-relationship!rin

what it’s like dating sendou! ft. bf!sendou

when he’s a cute psycho! ft. cute psycho bf!rin

babysitting shidou’s kids! ft. uncle!charles

what music i think they listen to! ft. isagi, bachira, kunigami, chigiri, reo, zantetsu, karasu, otoya, ness, shidou

when you put their hair in pigtails! ft. isagi, rin, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi, reo

when you're sick! ft. isagi, rin, barou, reo, nagi, kaiser

when you're on your period! ft. isagi, sae, rin, bachira, kunigami, chigiri, yukimiya, karasu, otoya

how you lost your hamster! ft. isagi, bachira, kaiser, kunigami, reo, rin, sae, shidou

when you cut your hair! ft. sae, bachira, kurona, karasu, hiori, nanase, barou

blue lock as random 50% off quotes! ft. isagi, rin, bachira, reo, zantetsu, shidou, hiori, kurona

when they dye their hair black! ft. kunigami, chigiri, reo, nagi, kaiser, hiori

when you play "10 hours of silence interrupted by the vine boom sound effect at random intervals" during an argument! ft. reo, shidou, isagi, rin, otoya

do they survive the zombie apocalypse! ft. isagi, rin, bachira, reo, nagi, shidou, hiori, kurona, karasu, sae

when you have a stalker! ft. rin, bachira, kunigami, karasu, sae, shidou

when you have a stalker pt 2! ft. kaiser, isagi, barou, reo, nagi, ness, chigiri, hiori, kurona

confessing to them! ft. isagi, kaiser, bachira, sae, reo, barou

when someone flirts with you to annoy them! ft. kaiser, bachira, reo, nagi, isagi, barou, kunigami, sae, rin, ness, chigiri, hiori

when you try to break up with them because you're insecure! ft. bachira, isagi, chigiri, rin, kaiser

when you're touch starved! ft. sae, rin, barou, karasu, yukimiya

when you go with the flow! ft. sae, yukimiya, barou, kiyora, nagi

when they find a grey hair! ft. chigiri, aryu, barou, reo, bachira, rin

when you play sports! ft. nagi, rin, bachira

when you make them a gift! ft. rin, chigiri, reo, isagi, bachira, nagi

when they propose to you on camera! ft. chigiri, yukimiya, sae, rin

when you're a serious gamer! ft. nagi, sae, rin, niko, ness

when their family embarrasses them in front of you! ft. sae, rin, isagi, bachira, chigiri, reo, kunigami, barou, karasu

when they're first-time fathers! ft. chigiri, yukimiya, reo, nagi

when they’re first time fathers pt 2! ft. ness, kaiser, kunigami, rin

"my boyfriend does my makeup" challenge with them! ft. nagi, reo, rin, bachira, shidou

when they're jealous! ft. karasu, ness, rin, kaiser

when you're protective over them! ft. sae, rin, isagi, kaiser, nagi, barou, zantetsu

shopping with them when you're pregnant! ft. shidou, sae, ness, chigiri

when they're on a blind date with you! ft. chigiri, yukimiya, hiori, niko

when you're a model! ft. karasu, bachira, barou, yukimiya

when you're a picky/sensitive eater! ft. rin, barou, sae, reo

when your parents walk in on you! ft. isagi, reo, shidou, yukimiya, rin

when your parents walk in on you pt 2! ft. nagi, sae, karasu, chigiri, kunigami

when your parents walk in on you pt 3! ft. hiori, aiku, bachira, kaiser, barou

meeting their daughter's first boyfriend! ft. sae, rin, nagi, kaiser

when you're a famous footballer! ft. rin, sae, isagi, nagi

when you're an anime fan! ft. nagi, rin, sae, bachira, shidou

how they act at karaoke! ft. bachira, barou, otoya, kunigami, chigiri, karasu

when your child is covered in mud! ft. chigiri, barou, sae, rin, aryu, isagi

when you play with their hair for the first time! ft. sae, rin, chigiri, ness

when you have trouble expressing your feelings! ft. ness, rin, shidou, reo, barou, karasu

when you play soccer in heels! ft. sae, oliver, karasu, kaiser

when you're affectionate toward them! ft. sae, rin, reo, isagi, kaiser

when you’re affectionate toward them pt 2! ft. ness, kunigami, gagamaru, karasu, nagi

"a boy who's jacked and kind" trend with him! ft. yukimiya, bachira, kunigami, barou, kaiser, shidou

when you're nonverbal! ft. barou, isagi

when you’re nonverbal pt 2! rin, sae, reo, nagi

when you "wasted" your soccer talent! ft. isagi, rin, bachira, noel, aiku

when they find out they have a kid! ft. chigiri, yukimiya, nagi, kaiser, aiku

when they find out they have a kid pt 2! ft. sae, rin, reo, isagi, ness

when they find out they have a kid pt 3! ft. shidou, bachira, barou, kunigami, karasu

when they find out they have a kid, cont! ft. sae, kaiser, isagi, shidou, chigiri, rin

when you end up together (when they find out they have a kid pt 3.5)! ft. sae, rin, shidou

when they're jealous of their teammate! ft. kaiser, sae, bachira

when you play mouthwashing together! ft. nagi, rin, ness, kaiser, isagi

when you play goalie for them! ft. isagi, kunigami, niko, bachira, nagi

when they don’t know you’re bilingual! ft. rin, bachira, karasu

when you trace their hand veins! ft. sae, kaiser, nagi, reo, rin

when you’re lazy! ft. sae, rin, reo, barou, kunigami, oliver

when they confess their crush on you! ft. isagi, reo, yukimiya

when your bridesmaids give them sexy polaroids! ft. barou, reo, rin, yukimiya

when you sing “whatta man” to them! ft. bachira, chigiri, barou, ness

when he has dating rumors with someone who isn’t you! ft. rin, kaiser, isagi

when they find your fan account! fr. rin, kaiser, sae

when you make a joint playlist together! ft. nagi, reo, yukimiya, shidou, karasu, ness, kurona

when your kid snaps at you in front of them! ft. isagi, bachira, sae, rin, nagi, kaiser

when you receive a lot of valentines chocolates! ft. barou, karasu, bachira, ness

reverse kdrama romance with them! ft. isagi, bachira, ness, sae, kaiser

when they fall for their manager (you’re les)! ft. sendou, aiku, isagi, shidou

when you ask to split the bills! ft. isagi, sae, barou, nagi

when you cry over your ex! ft. aiku, sae, rin, kaiser, chigiri, nagi

when you have a strained relationship with your parents! ft. hiori, ness, chigiri, shidou, rin

when you’re depressed. ft. sae, rin, isagi, kaiser, bachira, nagi

when you have magic hair! ft. isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, barou

when they realize they’re falling in love! ft. sae, rin, reo, kaiser, nagi

texts,

random texts with bf isagi! ft. isagi

random texts with bf nagi! ft. nagi

random texts with blue lock! ft. shidou, rin, charles, chigiri, isagi, kunigami, reo, bachira, kaiser, hiori, kurona

random texts with bf kaiser! ft. kaiser

random texts with bf shidou! ft. shidou

random texts with bf rin! ft. rin

random texts with bf reo! ft. reo

random texts with bf ness! ft. ness

smau texts with bff kunigami! ft. kunigami

when you match his freak smau! ft. shidou

when you match his freak smau pt 2! ft shidou

oneshots,

forget me not! angst ft. sae

lazy sunday! fluff ft. nagi

“what’s your body count?” prank on them! platonic crack. ft. aiku, sendou, otoya

the past becomes the present! angst/hurt-comfort, happy ending ft. ex-husband!reo

water, salt, and a candle! slight angst, fluff ft. ness

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aninipanin1 · 5 months ago

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BLUE LOCK

MISS MANAGER SENIOR:

Y/n finds herself being the only responsible adult in the famous football facility named Blue Lock. Being the manager, she expected to be the one to care for the many players in the facility, but what she did not expect is the fact that her workload would also involve professional players chasing after her too.

Fem!Reader x Adult!BLLK!Characters

• WHO'S THE PRETTY GIRL?

• EW, VEGETABLES...?

● IT'S YOU!

• BLLK PLAYERS HEADCANNON

• DATE WITH WHO?!

• GALA

• MISS RIGHT

• MAMA?!

• ADDITIONAL TIME PT. 2

• BLLK CHARACTERS AS SHOUJO PANELS

• HOW DID YOU TWO MEET?

• STUBBORN

• IN A SHOUJO MANGA

MISS MANAGER JUNIOR:

Considered a genius in many things, Y/n finds herself working in the hottest project in Japan to date, the Football Project named Blue Lock as it's players' manager. Along with chores, strategizing, and paperworks, she also has to face something unexpected; the fact that the whole facility adored her.

Fem!Reader x BLLK!Characters

• MISS MANAGER'S MISCELLANEOUS SHENANIGANS

• KICKED TO THE HEAD

• A FAIRYTALE

• MY BUMBLEBEE

• LOST SHEEP

• SUSPECT!

• SPOILED

• CUPID'S ARROW HIT

• STRIKER OF THE HEART AND GAME

• ADDITIONAL TIME

• FLASHBACK

• BLLK CHARACTERS AS SHOUJO PANELS

• WHY HIM?

• NAP TIME

• THAT'S YOUR TYPE?!

• ZOOOO CUTE

OTHERS:

◇ FAIRYTALE FEBRUARY 2025

• EX!PIANIST!SAE X VIOLINIST READER (Drabble)

• SAE X READER X KAISER (TRUE BEAUTY AU) [DRABBLE]

■ SUB BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST FOR THEORIES

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

#blue lock #bllk #aninipanin1 #blue lock x manager!reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #reverse harem #reverse harem x reader #manager!reader #blue lock masterlist #Blue Lock players #Master Striker #World 5

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narcjsistx · 9 months ago

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𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ₊˚ ෆ

— 𝐑𝐄𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄

regret (pro!player OS)

attention, bad intentions series smau

FAMILIAR STRANGER (DRABBLE)

— 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

unexpected series

last chance (OS)

the heart of soldier kaiser (OS)

mama, dada is on tv? (DRABBLE)

actor au (DRABBLE)

YOUNG TO BE DESTROYED, OLD TO BE SAVED (OS)

WHAT SILENCE LEAVES BEHIND (DRABBLE)

— 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

run away (OS)

— 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈

the seven phases (OS)

beast and angel (OS)

street racer (DRABBLE)

coming back (DRABBLE)

— 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐎

the fear of being (OS)

— 𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

right choice (OS)

until the last note series smau

sleeping with him (DRABBLE)

teasing him (nsfw DRABBLE)

when he has to leave for blue lock (DRABBLE)

full house, one wife! (DRABBLE)

MEOWTERNITY PROJECT (smau)

— 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

get used to (OS)

— 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

anniversary gift (OS)

random boyfriend chat part one

random boyfriend chat part two

pirates of the caribbean (OS)

futbolandia (OS)

call me next summer (OS)

the truth of the bastard genius series

he will always be your neighbor (DRABBLE)

FALSE LEADS, TRUE LIES (OS)

say it again, even if i don't get it (DRABBLE)

— 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈

occupy everything (OS)

he knelt, i spoke! (DRABBLE)

— 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒/𝐎𝐒

couple trend (reo, bachira, kaiser, sae, rin, shidou)

in a relationship with them (reo, isagi, kaiser)

in a relationship with them (sae, shidou, rin)

interview (sae, kaiser, rin)

father of girls (sae, kaiser, rin, reo, isagi)

something is missing... (sae, shidou, kaiser)

tell me we weren't just friends (sae, kaiser, rin)

bff with his mother (isagi, chigiri, bachira, rin, sae, reo)

after this i can marry you! (sae, kaiser, rin)

santa, for christmas i want a os

love in the comment section (sae and kaiser)

— 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔

when cosplay is stronger than his soccer skills (various)

no red cards, just red cheeks (various)

match made in trinkets (various)

she's actually busy (various)

from egoist to snuggle muffin (various)

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kxsagi · 2 months ago

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𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤! 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

all written in alphabetical order! this is pt. 2, with the letters m~z.

🤍 = my favorites

headcanons

match made in ink ft. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, bachira meguru, kaiser michael

me, my partner and their four foot tall plush of me ft. shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael

mic check, boyfriend wrecked ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, hyoma chigiri, kaiser michael

my brazilian waxer bf ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, shidou ryusei

my gf > your entire team ft. itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu

no, i wanna see you undress now, wanna hear you confess now ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, mikage reo, kaiser michael, karasu tabito, ness alexis, niko ikki, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae

not your paycheck ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei

period panic ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, shidou ryusei

petty and possessive ft. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma, kaiser michael

pretty in pink, loud in sleep ft. shidou ryusei, ness alexis, kaiser michael, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, itoshi sae

proudest girlfriend all the way ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, karasu tabito, yukimiya kenyu, itoshi sae, kaiser michael

rare pulls (like you) ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, bachira meguru, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, nagi seishiro

rizz? what is that? ft. shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, aiku oliver, karasu tabito, otoya eita

she's a smooth operator ft. shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, barou shoei

she's nothing like a girl you've ever seen before ft. karasu tabito, itoshi rin, barou shoei, itoshi sae, kaiser michael

show me how you care ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael

snuggle substitute ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, bachira meguru, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro, ness alexis

star-crossed lovers ft. karasu tabito, barou shoei, yukimiya kenyu

step on me, mommy ft. karasu tabito, mikage reo, bachira meguru, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro

sure thing ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, yukimiya kenyu, mikage reo, isagi yoichi

talk shit or get hit ft. itoshi rin, kaiser michael, barou shoei, shidou ryusei

that boy is a monsterrr (this is a oneshot with rin + headcanons ft. shidou ryusei, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, & mikage reo)

the father that stepped up ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae

the first time he went to victoria’s secret ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma, shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, karasu tabito, itoshi sae

the internet's favorite WAG ft. itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, itoshi rin 🤍

the third itoshi ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae

there goes my babyyy ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae

thick thighs, loyal guys ft. kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, aiku oliver, itoshi rin

think fast, i'm another girl ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, kaiser michael, otoya eita, karasu tabito, yukimiya kenyu

u up? (for notes… yeah totally for notes) ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, bachira meguru, itoshi sae

unstable ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, aryuu jyubei, yukimiya kenyu

was it casual? ft. yukimiya kenyu, isagi yoichi, otoya eita

watched one tutorial and ruined his career ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, mikage reo, niko ikki

when blood fails, love fights ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, mikage reo, karasu tabito, bachira meguru

when your boyfriend fumbles the secret relationship bag ft. shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, kaiser michael, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi

wife status: protected ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, kaiser michael

you’re so art deco out on the floor ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, kunigami rensuke, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, itoshi sae, hyoma chigiri

your biggest cheerleader ft. itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu

zero skills, negative mercy ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, otoya eita, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, ness alexis

oneshots

lil nagi ft. nagi seishiro

man of the match my life ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae

me and my husband ft. itoshi sae 🤍

mind games ft kaiser michael

misread glances ft. itoshi rin 🤍

miss possessive ft. isagi yoichi

more than roommates ft. isagi yoichi 🤍

muse with benefits ft. chigiri hyoma

my boyfriend vs. my family ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi

my missing piece ft. isagi yoichi

my rival and my ride home ft. mikage reo

my world cup ft. kaiser michael

nepo baby brows ft. mikage reo

nerves and necessity ft. isagi yoichi

no mercy, huh? ft. isagi yoichi

no self-control ft. itoshi rin

nonchalant final boss ft. itoshi sae

not him. me. ft. bachira meguru

not safe for work (but this is work) ft. itoshi rin 🤍

not so private anymore ft. itoshi sae

off limits ft. kaiser michael 🤍

one push up = one kiss ft. isagi yoichi

opposites attract ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae

priceless ft. mikage reo

quiet protection ft. itoshi rin

red light kisses ft. itoshi sae

rivals on the field and in love ft. kaiser michael, isagi yoichi 🤍

sae has entered the chat ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae

sae itoshi: romcom hater (liar) ft. itoshi sae

sae's manager is da baddie ft. itoshi sae

shared notes ft. itoshi rin

she likes me more ft. nagi seishiro 🤍

slurs of affirmation ft. isagi yoichi 🤍

so do i look like him? ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae

some things just make sense and one of those is you and i ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, ness alexis, karasu tabito, yukimiya kenyu

spin the bottle, 7 minutes in heaven ft. isagi yoichi

stuck with you ft. nagi seishiro

swept off your feet (literally) ft. isagi yoichi

ten goals well spent ft. nagi seishiro

the charger confession ft. itoshi rin

the last hour is yours ft. isagi yoichi

the night you held the stars ft. isagi yoichi

the petty prince of blue lock ft. kaiser michael, isagi yoichi

the way of house husband! nagi ft. nagi seishiro

this is why we lie ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae

twinpocalypse ft. kaiser michael

two-gun volley to my heart ft. isagi yoichi

vitamin D withdrawal symptoms ft. itoshi sae

wahhh she hits me (and it turns me on) ft. shidou ryusei

when the heart leads ft. isagi yoichi

who's that itoshi? ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin

winning you ft. kaiser michael 🤍

wrapped around you ft. isagi yoichi

yogurt privileges ft. itoshi sae

you and me vs. the world (and sae itoshi) ft. itoshi rin

you're in my DNA, i can't get away ft. itoshi sae 🤍

#kxsagi #blue lock masterlist #pt. 2 #headcanons #oneshots #status = full

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luvseisagi · 2 months ago

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— two years late.

read part 1 here.

ft. itoshi sae x reader. wc. 5.7k

summary. after two years apart, the call you thought would never come finally did. content. gn!reader, no pronouns used, reader wears makeup. even more angst and even less comfort (sorry), right person wrong time, childhood friends to strangers, miscommunication. aged up characters (sae and reader are 20, rin is 18). sae might be ooc and has issues. author's note. there was like a FULL power outage in my country today i was isolated completely alone in my house with no light no cooked food no electricity no internet connection for HOURS. SUFFERING.. so i wrote this - it was actually supposed to be shorter than the first one?? and it's twice as long?? i like writing angst too much i fear.

𝜗𝜚 english isnt my first language, so any corrections or advice are highly appreciated, as well as feedback (please) ! enjoy

rin

did u arrive alr? mom says u have to pack everything u wanna keep before we come back give it two hours or so

sae sighs, the messages on his phone too bright for his liking. he has just arrived home from a twelve-hour-long flight and a painfully slow ride from the airport. the last thing he wants to do right now is start packing his old room’s things.

“sure” he types back, before shutting off his phone and throwing it onto the bed. his relationship with his little brother isn’t as bad now —sae is twenty and rin eighteen—, but he still gets slightly annoyed when they talk over text. only it isn’t exactly annoyance, but a cluster of unpacked feelings and regrets he never learned to express.

not to his brother, at least. not to anyone in his life, since —well. since you and him weren’t friends anymore.

sae shakes his head in annoyance, as if a physical movement could somehow make the thoughts disappear. he leaves his suitcase in a corner of his room, still closed, near the window whose blinds he hasn’t bothered to raise yet. the jacket is lost somewhere in the pile of clothes cluttering the messy living room —it isn’t usually like this, his family has someone help with the cleaning daily. however, since they’re moving to a bigger house, his parents didn’t care at all if the common rooms stayed untidy. they just wanted to move out as fast as possible.

at first, he hadn’t understood why. sure, it was a matter of time before they bought a bigger, more expensive house —specially now that sae had just turned twenty and gotten signed for the actual re al team, and not the u20 one, and rin was considered the star of his generation, next to his always friend-and-rival isagi yoichi—, but why the rush?

he had just come back from spain, again, and they were already pushing him to pack up and leave the only place where he had lived the memories he actually treasured.

it was unfair for him to think that way, though —him, who had been the first to abandon said place, and said memories, not once but twice.

and that’s why now, standing alone in the gloom of his old room, he understands. because he isn’t the type of getting attached to things, people, places, or anything that has nothing to do with football, and he doesn’t really care about living in a big apartment or even a bigger house, but he feels the urge to run away from the moment he sets foot inside his old room.

instead of a bunk bed, there is now a big double bed his parents had ordered when he came back from spain the first time, two years ago. next to it, there’s a wide closet that takes up almost the entire left wall. and in the corner near the window, there’s the custom-made glass shelf they gave him when he was younger —which quickly filled up with trophies and awards from his high school years—.

right beside it, there’s a dark wood desk he never really used —he didn’t like studying—, that would be empty if not for the pile of colorful envelopes sitting on top of it.

his thought process is fast: if he lies down on the bed now, he will fall asleep for more than the two hours their parents are going to take before coming home. the trophies are valuable for him, but he isn’t on the mood to remember all the matches and competitions that they carry, and there are too many memories stuffed inside his closet that he doesn't want to dig up now.

so he walks to his desk, and he sits on the chair in front of the pile of letters.

they’re letters from fans, he remembers. his manager had dropped them off two years ago, a few days after rin left for the blue lock project. when he was younger, he would usually read all —or almost all, at least until he got bored— of the letters he received. his favorites were always the ones written by little kids telling him how he inspired them.

he never really thought he could ever make an actual impact in japan’s football scene, but those kind of letters reminded him of his little brother, so he did appreciate receiving them.

it’s weird he hadn’t read these, considering most of the envelopes are pink, blue, or orange, and his manager’s address —the one published for receiving fan mail— is adorned with little hearts, flowers, and football balls. it’s pretty obvious most of them were written by kids.

he’s just about to open the first envelope —a dark pink one, similar to the color of his hair, adorned with little spirals, hearts, and a doodle he thinks it’s supposed to resemble him— when he remembers why he didn’t read them back then.

reality hits him like a punch straight to the stomach, and his chest feels suddenly so heavy he needs to close his eyes and focus on breathing.

the shouting. the blame. the unanswered questions. he remembers everything, second by second.

the regrets. the indifference. the anger and the sadness. and you, crying so loudly you couldn’t even talk, sitting in the same chair he’s sitting in now.

he had been about to read the letters right before your argument —the first and last time you came to his house, after four years separated by thousands of kilometers, two continents and one ocean —, and he hadn’t had the strength to read anything after you left.

because the first thing you had said to him was “why did you say all those awful things to rin?”

not i missed you, or i’m really happy to see you. not even a hi, sae, but a question about his brother —which he knew he was important for you too, of course, but you were his best friend, not rin’s. sae should had been your first priority, not his brother.

the next thing he knew, you were shouting at him, blaming him for something he wasn’t even aware he had done. rin had a full breakdown because of their silly encounter that first day? he had just been being a big brother, telling him the truth —it was better if it was him, and not the big world outside, who taught him a lesson.

but rin hadn’t understood that, apparently. and neither had you.

he had entered the autopilot mode —the same one he used while in interviews, or irrelevant social events in madrid— right after you mentioned rin. he barely even remembers what he told you now, what he answered or what he tried to explain. back then, the only thought of his mind was that you were standing right in front of him —taller, your features more mature, and somehow even prettier than you already were— and you hand’t even brought yourself to hug him yet.

sae opens his eyes.

yn’s not here. he thinks, repeating it to himself as a prayer, as if his words could make your ghost disappear from the room. there’s no one but me here. i’m alone.

again.

he lifts his head, feeling slightly dizzy after nearly choking in the waterfall of memories that just flooded him. i’m here alone, he tells himself once more, knowing full well he must look insane right now.

because he’s lying. you’re there. you’re everywhere.

you’re lying on his bed, even though you never actually had time to sleep in there —back when the old bunk bed he shared with Rin still stood in the room—, and you’re laughing in whispers while trying to decipher what rin’s dreaming about.

you’re sitting on the floor, struggling to explain him a math problem for the twelfth time, annoyed because he insists on kicking a ball instead of paying attention to you.

you’re almost drowning in a mountain of clothes, his room a runway while you try on his football jersey with a long skirt you stole from his mother.

and you’re standing in front of the shelf, pretending to ask about each trophy —even though you knew exactly which belonged to which victory, because you had been there for every single one.

you’re also where he is now, sitting by the desk, your trembling hands playing with the colorful envelopes, fighting your urge to cry.

but your voice —it sounds broken; and he knows he lost you way before you slammed the door and left his house forever, your jacket sleeve stained with the makeup you tried to wipe away and your lips pressed tight as if you were about to throw up your heart.

and still, everything on his room is so him he doesn't even understand why it's reminding him of you.

the only thing that anchors him to the real world right now, he thinks, are the envelopes on top of his desk. he tries to control his breathing, he tries to focus his gaze, and his hands are nearly shaking when he plunges his hand in the pile of letters. he doesn’t know why he clings to one, but he pulls it out of the pile and stares at it, the tips of his fingers brushing over the messy star drawn on the paper.

and suddenly he stops.

then he wonders.

he wonders why there's a letter on his hands, and why does it have your handwriting in it.

for sae, and nothing else. there’s no address, which means no one sent it to his manager, and he knows it's yours, because he still recognizes your handwriting —and because even though all his fan letters have hearts drawn around his name and brightly colored envelopes, you're the only one who would have chosen the exact shade of teal of his eyes and the drawing of a star instead of the a in his name.

he can't understand why his hands are practically shaking when he frantically tears the flap open, and he can't swallow the lump that forms in his throat as he reads the sentences written in black ink by a hand that seems unsure of itself.

your handwriting is so familiar that his heart skips a beat, and now he doesn’t know if it’s because of sadness, regret, nostalgia or the excitement of having a piece of you in his hands again.

as he reads, sae realizes when exactly you wrote that letter —since there’s no date to be seen anywhere. it looks like you had been trying to start writing something to him more than once, but your words never felt natural enough to express everything you wanted to tell him. not until he came back, and had an argument with rin.

in the letter, you tell him you expect a reasonable answer as for what happened with his brother, but that’s everything you mention about him. the rest of the message —three full pages of messy handwriting and some mistakes you crossed out with the pen—, talks about everything he wanted to hear that day.

you wondered about his life in spain, you told him some stories he knew already —because you always went to him when you wanted to talk about your day—, and you kept telling him, over and over, how much you had missed for the past four years.

sae chuckles, reading every word with your sometimes excited, sometimes bored, sometimes indignant voice in his head. you are so cute, he thinks, caressing the sheet of paper without realizing it.

“by the way,” the letter said, halfway through second page “do you remember that time you played against that other team of spain while i was in a sleepover, and i stayed awake just to congratulate you for scoring the winning goal? i was in a friend’s house, and everyone was asleep already but i watched the end of the match on my phone under the blankets.”

a small smile grows on his face. of course he remembers, your friends’ complaints were the background noise of the audios you had sent him after the match. you were, what, fifteen years back then? sixteen, maybe?

“well, the conversation was a bit embarrassing so i’m not going to tell you, but basically, i realized that i like you that night.”

sae stops reading for a second.

what?

the words resonate in his mind, unearthing a feeling whose funeral had already been celebrated years ago.

he takes a deep breath before continuing to read, but the letter only gets heavier.

you’re telling him how you realized it, what you liked about him, why you felt this weird feeling —one you would later learn was jealousy—, whenever you saw your friends happy in their relationships. for two whole years before you wrote that letter, you had been carrying the weight of discovering what a first love felt like.

and said first love was him.

sae’s world falls down.

he doesn’t cry just yet, but he feels himself on the verge of tears right after reading your last sentence.

“ps: for the sake of my dignity, i really hope you’re reading this in the airplane back to spain, or in your apartment in madrid, ‘cause i don’t think i could stand looking at you in your eyes knowing that you read this. however, please, call me when you read it —it doesn’t matter if you feel the same way or not, you don’t need to mention it. just call me, tell me how your flight was, complain about your manager and everything he’s making you do, if you must. but tell me something, please.

i missed you, and i love you. and no ocean could ever drown that.”

sae freezes for three long seconds, his body static from pure shock, before practically throwing himself onto his bed, searching for his phone. he feels like he’s dying during the time it takes for the device to turn on, and he types his passwords as fast as his fingers allow before clicking on the contacts app.

your name shines so bright in his screen he swears he could go blind, but this doesn’t stop him from staring. he gulps, nervous, and presses the call button under your profile pic —still you, when you were seventeen and asleep on his bed with his jersey as a pajamas.

the phone rings three times before someone picks up on the other end.

he doesn’t say anything at first, waiting for you to talk. his heart is beating so hard he can hear it, so loud it’s deafening, but the silence on the other side is even deeper, pushing the sound of his heart to the background. his expectations have never been higher, as well as his anxiety —creeping from his legs to his stomach, his chest, his arms and finally reaching the hand holding the phone.

“hello?”

he almost jumps when a voice that is definitely not yours comes through the phone.

sae hangs up so fast his mind barely processes it before he's staring at your name and your profile picture again. could you have changed your number? no, unlikely. as far as he knows, you still keep in touch with his parents, and his mother would have messaged him in an instant to give him your new number, even if she knew he wouldn’t use it. —she loved you like family; as she used to say when you were younger, you would definitely end up part of it if one of her sons was smart enough to wife you up.

so why did a man’s voice answer his call?

grabbing his phone with both hands, staring so hard it might break from it, sae lets his body fall back onto the bed. he stays there for a few seconds, your peaceful, sleeping face on the screen almost seeming to blame him for disturbing the peace you always had when you were together —by calling a number that was forgotten, forbidden.

when his brother had sent him that picture back then, he had felt a very weird, very unusual feeling forming in his chest.

jealousy, maybe, because there was nothing he wanted more than being with you and rin right now. hurt, probably, since he had been living in spain for almost three whole years now, and he missed you two a lot.

love, he concludes now, because he realized long ago that he loved you — he just never let himself think about it long enough to understand those feelings.

you were too far away, he told himself every time he thought of you like that — and there was no point in trying to tie you down when you were living your best life, being everyone's crush, having normal teen experiences with your new friends.

but how did he not know you loved him too?

before letting himself get lost inside his memories and regrets again, his thumb presses the call button once more. this is your number, he’s sure of it, and if he the guy that answered was with you in any kind of way… well, that’s something you would have to tell him yourself.

“hi? yn?”

he finally gathers the courage to be the one to do the talking first, but his voice is almost a whisper when he pronounces your name, each syllable soft after leaving his lips.

it’s the first time he’s said it out loud in two years.

“hi, uh, sae?”

sae sighs, relieved, and he closes his eyes as he hears your voice. his head rests on one of the pillows, one hand holding the phone, the other on his chest, now breathing at a normal pace. he can’t stop the small grin spreading on his face.

then he remembers: you answered the phone, so it’s his turn to talk.

i missed you, he wants to say first, but discards it —might be too much. i’m happy to hear your voice, is another option, but perhaps too straightforward. how are you? seems right, or so he believes —no one taught him how to start a conversation with his lost childhood best friend before. he wants to appear casual, yes, but he also wants to show that he cares.

he has it all so clear in his head, he surprises himself when he suddenly speaks, his brain too slow to process his words before they spill from his mouth.

“i read your letter.” is what he says instead.

on the other side of the line, you frown, not expecting a call from him at all. not now, at least.

“what letter?” you ask, genuinely confused. you don’t remember sending anyone a letter, much less sending one to itoshi sae.

he is so famous now, much more than what he was back when you two were still friends. even if you tried to send him something, you doubt he would have ever receive it.

you could have given it to him through his parents, though. through rin, now that their relationship was back to normal —you think, at least. ever since he was signed in the japan’s u20 team, you barely kept in touch.

a little smile grows on your face, not sweet, but bitter. nostalgia tracing your lips, and memories invading your chest.

sae speaks again.

"the one you wrote me two years ago. i never read it until now.”

reality hits you then. oh, that letter. the one you poured your soul and heart into at seventeen, when you thought your life would end if he read it.

sure thing, you were wrong. your life didn’t end because he read it — it ended because he never did.

you stay quiet, half-hoping your silence is torturous for him. you have no words, anyway —how could you expect to receive the call you dreamed of, the one that kept you up at nights and anxious every morning, two years later?

so sae, desperate to fill the silence, starts talking again —words rushing out so fast you wonder if you’ll even be able to keep up.

"i thought you hated me and thats why you didn’t call or come back to my house after the argument" he says. his voice sounds weird, raspy, like he’s choking in his words —on his feelings, really, the guilt twisting him up inside.

"i thought you got on rin's side after we argued, and i thought you didn’t want to talk to me anymore after you left my house crying.” still laying on the bed, his posture the same as minutes ago, sae feels his chest tighten with every word he says. a whirlwind of memories, regrets and nostalgia, and unsaid feelings tearing him apart, from his heart to his head —his rationality, too, as he seems to be unable to stop talking.

“i never took your letter to spain and i never read it till now —didn’t even know it was yours, it got messed up with some of the fan mail. i found it today, in my desk—, and i was so angry back then, because you didn’t come to say goodbye before i went back to madrid after the u20 match.” he speaks in a rush, thoughts unfiltered, pouring straight from his heart to his mouth “it felt unfair, having strangers write me letters, tell me they would miss me, when the only person I wanted to hear it from was you.”

he falls silent after that, expecting an answer.

since you are saying nothing back, he keeps talking.

meanwhile, you can only think it is so not sae, speaking this much, having the need to explain himself —no one had, never in his life, asked him to justify his actions. so why is he so desperate for you to understand him?

he feels the urge to say sorry —worse, even. he feels the need for you to forgive him.

so he doesn’t stop.

“i… i’m sorry for not taking your letter to spain. and i’m sorry for not reading it, and not calling you.” he exhales, voice breaking slightly “i expected you to reach out first, but since you didn’t, i thought…”

“that is not your fault” you finally say, cutting him off mid-sentence.

you hate hearing him like that —so vulnerable, so hurt. you had dreamed of this call for a long time, wanting it, for a while, to be this dramatic and intense. but not anymore. two long years have passed, and your mourning had ended a while ago.

“i was the foolish one” you say softly “for thinking you would read all the letters and find mine there. but that’s fine now, i was a dumb teenager, in love with a famous football player who lived on the other side of the planet. it sounds like a cliché fanfic trope” you chuckle “what was i expecting?”

your voice is calm, and even your posture, sitting in the sofa on your living room, is composed too. you are able to control the lump of feelings forming in your throat —you are not lying when saying you were the naive one. yes, it was the most hurtful heartbreak of your life, but you had gotten over it already.

“i am really sorry, yn.” sae sighed, his eyes closed again, tightly pressed together as if afraid of letting a rebellious tear scape. “i’m sorry i disappointed you.”

and when you hear these words, you know he’s hurting. you know he is because, even though he never got the courage to say it out loud, that’s always been his biggest fear—disappointing people.

he was scared of not being good enough at football —he was a prodigy in japan, but he had to train for what he thought it would be natural for him once he started playing in spain—. he was terrified of failing at being a good older brother —he had always taken good care of rin. why, when he was just trying to protect him, did he make his relationship worse?

and deep down, he hated the thought of not being good for you, too —which, he thinks bitterly, he wasn’t, either. he waited for you to come to him and tell him goodbye, waited for you to text him or call him or tell him you missed him instead of doing it himself, when he was the one dying to hear your voice again.

“look, sae, i…”

you don’t know what else to say, anyway, because he did disappoint you, but you can’t just tell him the truth. he would not be able to handle it —you had always thought that he would, but you weren’t so sure right now.

“it might be a bit late for the call” he says, swallowing hard. the words taste metallic on his tongue, just like blood, and he’s saying them out loud before he can bite his lips and shut up “but i think you have the right to know that i loved you t-“

you cut him off in an instant.

“sae”

his name in your mouth sounds like a warning, a plea, and a cry all at once. however, you don’t give yourself enough time to analyze each of them —he has, finally, nothing else to say. he’s run out of excuses to tell you, to fix a huge mistake he had made without even realizing it.

you summon the courage to keep talking.

“i have a boyfriend now”

sae’s chest freezes for a second, his breath getting stuck in his throat after hearing your words. he mutters an oh, but he can’t bring himself to say nothing else.

“that guy from maths, in high school.” you tell him, as if talking could somehow fix the awkward silence between you two “the one who had a crush on me when we shared that class. he’s studying the same degree as i am, and we got paired up for a group project not so long ago. i guess he never gave up liking me, and, well, when he asked me again, there was nothing stopping me from dating him.”

it is not until you finish your last sentence that you realize how cruel you have just been —until now, the only thing stopping your for dating him was precisely sae. and he knows that.

you haven’t said it on purpose, really, but for a moment, you wonder if sae is feeling what you felt the day you two argued. if he is now discovering the effect he has on people when he’s being rude. unintentionally, but rude anyway.

you stay in silence a while longer, waiting for him to say something —it’s not like you don’t care about what he was saying, or feeling, when you interrupted him; but two years later, really? a lot has happened since you two were eighteen, and it is true you have a boyfriend. it doesn’t really matter what he tells you now.

"i'm sorry, yn.” he finally says, voice soft under his, for some reason, shaky and uneven breath —could it be that this conversation is actually affecting him? “i’m sorry for not reading your letter. and for saying sorry now. and for not telling you that i loved you when i should have."

those last words make you feel your heart break, just a bit, just a crack —only enough for a tear to fall from it through your eyes and down your cheek.

"im sorry too, sae. but you are late for that”

then there’s silence again. neither of you says nothing for a while, but neither of you hangs up. for a few seconds, him laying on his bed and you sitting on your sofa, it feels like you are together again. rin’s superhero cartoons in the television, sae’s arm over your shoulders and your head against his neck. he would say something about his practice, and you would detangle his dark pink bangs from his long black eyelashes, then laugh at the face he made whenever you touched his hair.

everything was so easy when you were still kids, practically living in the same house three days a week —when his brother and you shared first place on things he loved, alongside football, not after it.

you sigh, escaping the bubble you had gotten in. you couldn’t blame football, practice, or matches at all —it was what distanced sae and rin, but it had nothing to with you.

it was loving him what changed everything for you two, you think. or, at least, being such a coward you were never able to tell him. or maybe it was nostalgia. or anger. or lack of communication.

you would never know now.

the silence is mortifying. sae is the one who breaks it.

"nothing would have changed, though.” he whispers suddenly. you’re sure he’s holding the phone close to his face, for how his voice sounds, and you are right —still lying on his bed, sae lays on his side, one hand under the pillow and the other loosely playing with the sheets. the phone is on the pillow too, near to his lips, which talk very softly. “you know that, right?”

you wonder if he’s aware he’s sounding a bit mean again, even if he’s whispering.

“i mean, you were just about to start your dream degree at college and i was centered in my football career in spain, so even if i had read the letter before and i had called you, probably nothing would have changed at all” he’s biting his lip now, curled upon his bed, as if you were kids again, telling each other secrets under the blankets. “maybe it was for the better.”

you can’t help it but chuckle. this is so sae, trying to fix something with the right intentions but the wrong words.

he was never good at comforting people, honestly, but no one, not even you, had ever told him that —the fact that his words are always true doesn't mean they can't hurt, and that’s something he never understood.

maybe he thinks you are immune to them now, now that you have a new boyfriend and, apparently, your dream life. but it does hurt anyway.

"i would have waited for you" you confess, throwing another sharp truth to him. you hear him swallow the lump in his throat "but it doesn’t matter now, does it?”

on the other side of the line, sae presses his lips together, and sighs silently. he doesn’t even react to your sarcasm —of course you would have waited for him. of course he would have waited for you, too.

and well, you have a boyfriend now, but it’s the guy you had been complaining about for weeks on facetime when you were younger, at very late hours in japan and very early hours in spain. and it might be selfish for sae to think this, but you couldn’t like your boyfriend that much if it had taken him more than four years to get a yes from you.

so maybe, after clearing the feelings between you two, you could fix the friendship you had —and had lost— during his time in spain. maybe he could...

“would you like to hang out sometime?” he asked boldly, voice now louder and less of a whisper. his idea had potential, he thought “my family's moving out, you could come and visit the old house before we sell it, to say your goodbyes —you have memories here too.”

your heart shrinks a little bit again,

“no, sae, i told you already. it's too late.” you try to portray a composed image, voice calm, but the distress is noticeable in your voice anyway. maybe sae hasn’t done it on purpose, but nostalgia is your weak point, and he knows that. “you are too late.”

so you don’t wait for him to say anything more before hanging up the phone. you were on edge already, a knot tightening more and more around your heart, tears piling up under your lashes.

he has no idea how hard it was for you to move on, not just because of the distance, but because of the silence. the silence he had left when he left, and which stopped being a painful void only to become a wall between you two.

you throw your phone to the carpet of the living room; your boyfriend, still inside the bathroom, completely unaware of the state you are in —tears falling uncontrollably down your cheeks, breath uncoordinated and hard to swallow, hand covering your mouth as if, just like in a very vivid memory, you were about to throw up your heart.

of course you had spent two whole years trying to get over your first love just because itoshi sae had not recognized the envelope you’d left on his desk the last time you went to his house, and he had mixed it up with his fan’s letters. of course he hadn’t read any of them at all, because he didn’t care about his fans’ thoughts of him the way he cared about your goodbye, which he thought he would never get.

of course he hadn’t forgotten about you, and he didn’t hate you —he loved you, how could he not? and he had been scared of telling you because he thought you were the one angry at him.

your trembling lips exhale a long sigh, and you wipe away your tears, staining your hoodie with your now-smudged makeup. you can’t help it but laugh at the irony.

of course you forgive him for everything, because you still love him.

at least a little bit. even if you have a new boyfriend and a new whole life and you've spent drunken nights trying to forget him and rainy evenings missing him like crazy.

in the end, seems like he loved you, too. you wonder if it was fate what didn’t allow you to be together —sae was right, though, distance was difficult and your lives way too different for a relationship to have worked. but who knows, you think. you had believed, religiously, for so many years, that sae was the one made for you —it doesn’t feel real realizing that he might have thought that about you before, too.

you sigh, closing your eyes and hugging one of your cushions. you have no more tears to cry.

if only he hadn’t read the letter two years late.

masterlist.

tags ౨ৎ @princesssae .ᐟ

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BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST

౨ৎ — ITOSHI RIN

DRABBLES:

rin sees you in (just) his shirt for the first time — 18+, mdni

only in my dreams — sfw

the ways in which rin spoils you without him even realizing — sfw

in which rin listens to your voice texts whenever he misses you — sfw

rin knows boyfriend duties include doing whatever his girlfriend asks — sfw

you prank rin by telling him a tiny, fabric headband is your new top — suggestive

FICS + ONE SHOTS:

it’s impossible to ignore you — sfw, 4.0k words ; during your first year, one of your friends gets rejected by itoshi rin. during your second year, another one falls victim to the same fate. the same happens this year, your current and final year of high school. is the new saying fourth time's a charm?

a surprise visit — sfw, 1.3k words ; you decide to surprise your fiancé while he is doing a photoshoot for a brand he works with. the director and photographer never even knew rin could smile in such a way...

a stupid celebrity crush — sfw, 1.3k words ; you should be your boyfriend’s biggest fan, right? so why did rin find your twitter logged into a fan account of his former blue lock contestant?

the not so silent treatment — sfw, 1.4k words ; you always text him updates about your day. but today, rin notices his notifications from you are lacking… he’s definitely not worried. not at all.

daydreaming, with my chin in the palm of my hands — sfw, 6.3k words [part 2 of “it’s impossible to ignore you”] ; sure, rin may be an asshole, but for some reason he offered to help tutor you in your worst subject, english. so maybe he’s not as bad as you thought. maybe he’s actually someone you could find yourself falling for.

that's my girl — sfw, 2.2k words ; dating a famous soccer star can be scary, especially with all the crazy fans and online gossip. so you and rin decide to keep your relationship a secret. a misunderstanding occurs when you hang out with your friend (another famous soccer player) and now the internet thinks you’re dating karasu?!

drunken confessions — sfw, 1.6k words ; rin doesn’t drink often, and you begin to realize maybe that’s a good thing.

when worlds collide — sfw, 1.9k words ; you never cared much for soccer until you watched a game itoshi sae played in. now, you suddenly see the appeal. itoshi rin isn’t too happy about his favorite actress finding interest in his annoying older brother.

bad idea, right? — suggestive, 2.2k words ; you get into a fight with rin and your best friend comes up with an idea for revenge. no one said it was a good idea…especially not rin when he spots a giant hickey on your neck.

gotta dodge all the tabloids — sfw, 1.3k words ; due to your avoidance of the limelight, the media pins you as rin’s ungrateful wife. rin knows you’re clearly just misunderstood.

౨ৎ — NAGI SEISHIRO

DRABBLES:

locked off — sfw

FICS + ONE SHOTS:

choki’s new friend — sfw, 1.6k words ; nagi hasn’t been able to spend time with choki due to all his away games, so he decides it needs a friend. he visits the local flower shop and meets a…strange florist.

tongue tied at the thought of you — sfw, 3.0k words ; nagi gets away with lots of things by sleeping, including not cleaning the classroom when it’s his turn to help out. too bad for nagi, you won’t let him get away with that. strange…that’s the first time this has happened to him.

don’t like anybody, tell me why it’s different with you — sfw, 1.8k words ; having a crush is hard and confessing is even harder. especially when you overhear your crush complaining about how many valentine’s day chocolates he’s already received!

if that was casual, then i’m an idiot — sfw, 1.0k words ; you’ve grown closer to nagi the past year. you spent time alone together, you made plans together, and you guys have even kissed! just one thing you forgot to do…define the relationship.

the way to nagi’s heart…is food — sfw, 2.4k words ; your next door neighbor is pretty strange. he falls asleep outside his apartment, doesn’t know how to cook, and survives off of lemon tea and jellies. but he’s also cute, oddly funny, and looks great in grey sweatpants.

౨ৎ — MULTI CHARACTERS

SMAU + TEXT FICS:

who the hell is he? — suggestive, rin & nagi & sae ; you’re thirsting over a character, but he doesn’t know you’re talking about someone fictional.

drunk text me — sfw, rin & sae & nagi ; you get a little too drunk and your friend has to text him to pick you up

don’t u wish u were tall? — sfw, rin & sae & nagi ; you try to trick him into thinking he’s short

i can be needy — suggestive, rin & sae & kaiser ; cute/clingy memes you send him when you want his attention

he’s a 10, but… — sfw, rin & nagi & sae ; the bllk boys and why you think they aren’t a 10

DRABBLES:

lock in, gamers! — sfw, rin & nagi ; playing a horror game with him.

what a surprise — suggestive, nagi & sae & rin ; he sees you in tight clothes for the first time

just me, you, and your brother — sfw, nagi & rin & sae ; his reaction to your (very) overprotective brother

#🌸.navi #masterlist #blue lock masterlist

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bloodywankers · 4 months ago

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tw; yandere, manipulation, controlling behaviour, forced marriage, cult analogy, slight misogyny

Politics is a hard career, especially when you’re honest to a fault and inflexible. You should be able to look past things, close your eyes and turn your back here and there. That’s what Chris thought, at least. His life is so much easier when he spews whatever words are trending that week and makes a few promises people will forget by the time the next big thing happens. Just smile and wave. It’s not like anyone would find out about all his back door deals, and even if they tried to, the crime rate in the city is high, it’s not uncommon for nosey journalists to get into hot water with some roaming criminal. To show up mangled and bloody the next morning on the news.

“And that’s why I pledge to help reduce the crime rate in our city!” The blond proclaimed loudly as a string of chants left the audience. Politics is easy when people are naturally attracted to you and blindly follow whatever nonsense you come up with. As people started to quiet down, Chris said his goodbyes, and reporters swarmed him as he left, one after another. Asking about anything from his latest policies to what he thought about some recent events the media wouldn’t shut up about. Not that he planned to answer any of them, it's hard to keep up with all your lies when there’s no premeditated script. And anyway, he's a busy man, he has places to be and things to do and can’t afford to waste his precious time on something so trivial.

“What’s on my schedule now?”

“You were invited to a college gathering, after that, you’re scheduled to have dinner with the police commissioner.”

He said entering his car, the drive would be short, and the venue selected was nearby after all.

“I won’t stay long, make sure to be on standby—”

He said, exiting the vehicle, but his sentence was cut short as the male bumped into someone, looking down to find a woman, clearly distraught for whatever reason.

“Ah… I’m really sorry; I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She said, offering a polite bow before walking off, too preoccupied with whatever was on her phone screen to care much for who he was. Not that he minded, it's easier when they don’t recognise him. “Anyway, as I was saying, I’ll call you before I'm about to come out, so make sure to be on standby, we can’t afford to be late to the meeting with the commissioner.” Chris said, walking into the venue as he heard a faint ‘Yes sir.’ in the background.

It was easy to spot the tables reserved for the reunion, what with the chatter, loud greetings from old classmates bragging about their success and offering of unwarranted financial advice to fill their own pockets. It was a diverse bunch, well, as diverse as one from an elite university could be.

“Chris!” One of the men exclaimed, waving at the man to catch his attention. The blond couldn't help but wince at the sight, from his loosened tie and red cheeks, Chris could tell he was drunk, the unmistakable stench of alcohol coming from him upon closer inspection only further proof of it. Not that he cared; he was only here to offer polite greetings and sit around for a while before leaving. Just enough to fulfil whatever common courtesy required he does.

“It’s so hard to get a hold of you these days. You're acting like one of those big politicians now that you've become a mayoral candidate.” Another classmate slurred in a drunken stupor, Chris couldn't care enough to remember who he was.

“Come on, you know how busy it is, I barely get time to do anything at all with elections coming up.” He replied, a large smile and boisterous laughter following suit, careful not to let any displeasure slip out. “You have to help me out once you become mayor, I've been telling everyone how we used to be best buddies back in college, same soccer team and all. Let me in on any juicy stock info you get your hands on.” The blond didn't offer a concrete reply, instead pouring the stranger more alcohol. He couldn’t wait to leave.

“Anyways, you’ll never guess what happened earlier. Y’know [name]?” The bottle in Chris’s hands almost dropped as he turned towards the man. There were few names he remembered, even fewer that could warrant such a reaction.

“Yeah, the one you used to be super into, chairman [last name]’s daughter? I remember I even have pictures of you two from graduation. Yeah, she came in earlier. Apparently, she cut ties with him and became a school teacher.”

“A school teacher?” All dignity he had upheld previously was thrown out the window as Chris leaned forward, eyes set on the man speaking, resembling more a nosy housewife than a seasoned politician.

“Yeah, she's hot as hell now, too, look on the far left on the table in front of you.”

It was embarrassing to admit that he still thought about you, not when you two ended it all on such a bad note before you graduated and you vanished from sight. He couldn’t help but be curious as to what you looked like now if you still had the same habits and if you would still look at him with the same contempt as you did before. Truth be told, he still wasn’t over it, even after all this time.

“That’s [name]?”

“Yep.”

What a coincidence, he thought. You’re the one he had bumped into earlier. He hadn’t paid attention back then, but you had the same hair and dress; he was sure it was you, now that he heard it, you have the same voice as well. Maybe it was destiny. He couldn't help what happened next, almost as if his body moved instinctively.

“Hey, if it isn’t [name]! You remember me?” Maybe others would have thought it shameless to approach someone when their distaste for you was well known throughout the cohort, but if Chris had even an ounce of shame, he probably wouldn't have made it as far as he had done.

“Sorry?” You looked uncomfortable, now that you could look at his face clearly, he was sure he recognised him. It would be insulting if you had forgotten him after only a few years.

“I’m not sure…” Look at you avoiding eye contact, how cute.

“S’a shame, we used to be real close back in college.” He had just rolled his eyes moments ago when a classmate claimed they used to be close friends, and now here he was using the same trick. Inviting himself to the spot next to you, someone was already seated there, what with the half-drunk glass of water and plate of food placed there, but seeing as they were nowhere to be found, he was sure they wouldn’t mind moving.

He tried striking up a conversation with you, trying any possible way he could to be closer to you than he already was, it felt so refreshing to see you after all these years. In contrast to his lovestruck state, you tried brushing him off a few times, changing the discussion to something others could join in on, distracting him just enough to slip away. Ask about his recent TV interview or political career. Unfortunately for you, he was a master conversationalist, Chris knew what you were doing and, if anything, found your attempts to distance yourself quite adorable.

However, unfortunately for him, time passed faster than he would like to admit, his driver having to escort him out before he missed his dinner plans. He cursed himself for not asking for your number, considering the sheer amount of people there, he was sure you would have agreed, after all, it would be hard to reject him in front of them all if you were still as much of a pushover as you were back then.

You never liked Chris, if anything, you dreaded the moment he started approaching you. No single event caused this distaste; rather, it was just the discomfort that came with being with someone so sociable. He had a bad habit of forcing you out of your comfort zone, whether he realised it or not. But you were sure he did.

You were eager to push back your chair and storm out of the gathering at any moment. Had it not been for your old classmate who insisted you attend this time around, that it had been ‘far too long’ and that you’d never seemed to attend the get-togethers she organised’, maybe you would have ignored the invitation sent your way this time as well. However, despite the unpleasant run-in with Chris, the event went well. No one spoke too much of your fallout with your father or how you practically threw your degree aside to pursue a career as a ‘meagre teacher’ this time. Not nearly as much as they did in the past, at least. And you managed to come home early, so while you had no intentions of putting yourself through that again, you thought it had gone quite well.

Furthermore, you were tired of uprooting your life time and time again, and you enjoyed your new work as a kindergarten teacher. Children had always had a soft spot in your heart, and you couldn’t help but melt when they tried to act grown-up or pronounce big words or even just waddle around the classroom that looked so large from their eyes. You worked at a good school, not the most outstanding but decent regardless, so you were rightly taken aback when you were informed that a politician would be visiting, something about wanting to promote his campaign. You were sure there were better ways to go about that than visiting a school with children who couldn't care less if he did want to bomb innocent civilians or not.

But that was that, and you didn’t linger on it too much, not until you saw a familiar set of blond hair walk in, slicked back and in his signature suit. Surrounded by a crew of cameramen and assistants hoping to catch every second to not miss what could’ve been the next big headline.

You could feel your heart drop as he flashed a grin your way. All left for you to do was pray that the amount of cameras surrounding him would put him off from approaching you too much.

He was good with children, just about as good as he was with most people, making sweet promises and spewing encouraging words their way.

“[name]! Fancy seeing you here as well.” He said, motioning you to join him as he painted with some of the children. The familiarity he used to refer to you caused the cameraman to immediately perk up.

“You know, miss [name]?” One of the kids asked.

“No, it’s not—”

“Yep! Me and your teacher go way back!” The people present on sight seemed to be eating this up, Chris merely laughed and went on colouring, trying to attempt polite conversation with you here and there.

You were sure he knew what he was doing. He’s no fool; if there is anyone who should know the weight of words, it should be him, the one who made a career out of them. So you waited until the crew slowly left, and the children were all taken by their parents before letting out your frustrations on him.

“What’s your problem?!”

Maybe you could’ve been more mature about how you went about this, voiced your concerns like a responsible adult and asked for his understanding instead of lashing out like this. But Chris had never been one to care about others’ feelings, so you were sure reasoning with him would have been in vain.

“You weren’t just visiting some kids; there was an entire hoard of cameras behind you. You know this better than anyone else. ‘go way back??’ What are you trying to do?”

“We both went to the same college. It isn’t a lie to say we were well acquainted. At least up until you decided to run off to who knows where.” If you weren’t so focused on the man in front of you, maybe you would have noticed the one hidden behind a nearby wall–the cameraman from earlier.–“That was years ago. You gain nothing out of doing this, so why-!” You stopped yourself mid-sentence, reminded of the futility of arguing with someone as thick-headed as him and the frustration that would ensue afterwards. Rubbing your temple in hopes of relieving some of the tension before walking away, offering Chris one last glare as you did. If you had stayed for longer, maybe you would have seen red that dusted on his uncharacteristically blank face or the shoddy attempt to cover it with his hand as he stared at your figure until it disappeared out of sight.

You had always avoided the spotlight, especially from strangers, but the very next morning, even before whatever they were filming at the school had aired, there was already article after article featuring pictures of you and Chris together from the day before. He didn’t expect it to come out so soon, but it didn’t feel unpleasant to see photos of you two in every cheap tabloid in the city–even if you were just standing together. And while most of the rumours were fuelled by speculation alone, he could already picture your reaction of sheer panic. After all, you were still the same [name] he remembered, the same one he had created. You would curse yourself for allowing this to have happened as if you could’ve never predicted your entire life would be turned upside-down because of an ex you hadn’t talked to in years.

Few knew this, but Chris Prince had two loves in his life–politics, the one everyone was sure to guess, and his college sweetheart, [name]. The one he could never manage to charm no matter what he said or did, the one that saw through his act and saw him for what he was. A slave to society, the worst type of human, with no morals or convictions besides what would make him the most money or give him the most praise. But you failed to notice one thing about him, and that was his conviction to make you his own little passion project. Where he took the plain quiet [name] and turned her into something nobody could look away from but could never touch because you would be his. His diamond in the rough, the one that he found and polished. Somehow, Chris succeeded in inserting himself into your life, not a boyfriend–you had never made it official–but not a friend. Because friends don’t decide what you wear or eat or who you talk to or kiss you in the empty classroom. Looking back on it, he was probably one of the main reasons you left it all behind as soon as you graduated, disappeared off the face of the earth and didn’t contact anyone you knew up until that point. He made you realise how unfit you were for that world and how quickly you buckled under pressure. Once you settled into teaching, a passion you didn’t know you had, you thought you could leave it all behind. Live as you wanted, if only you hadn’t run into that old classmate who instantly recognised you and insisted you attend. If only you weren’t spineless and incapable of saying no when it mattered.

Even so, like a fool, you hoped nothing would change, but absence makes the heart grow fonder, and Chris thought it was time you come back to your rightful place. You ran off at such an inconvenient time, right when he started taking off in the eyes of the public. He was still young and inexperienced, and so he made the mistake of letting you slip out of his grasp, one he regretted until he met you again that day. Now that you were on his home turf, he couldn’t just let you go again. So, as he raved about the rights of women, he thought about all the ways he would tie you down until you couldn't even think of leaving him.

That’s why his crew that day consisted of such loose-lipped people, that’s why he let those remarks slip and didn’t react even when all sorts of rumours about you two spread. After all, Chris had always been one to skillfully dodge questions about marriage, the type that seemed uninterested in anything that wouldn’t increase his approval ratings so this was bound to be something big. At least, that’s what most people thought. Now, as he dialled your phone number, all that was left was to see how much his acting had improved.

“Hello?” Your voice was faint, he could tell you were a wreck right now.

“[name]? You have to help me, otherwise, I’ll lose it all!”

If Chris’ grin wasn’t as wide as it was, anyone seeing him would think he was equally–if not more– shaken by the recent events than you were. You most certainly did as he went on a spiel about how the career he worked so hard to build all these years is about to crumble, all because of you. No sane person would believe any of this but your state was far from it. You had never fared well under stress after all.

“Help you…? What could I possibly do?” You spoke so softly he couldn’t believe just yesterday your words were laced with pure spite. That’s when he said something so ridiculous even he couldn’t believe himself.

“We have to make it seem like we’re in a relationship. Some old classmates released photos from college–the rumours are getting out of hand nothing I say will be enough to quench them, please understand it’s so close to elections I can’t lose when I’m so close. [name], please!” It wasn’t a complete lie, photos from college had been leaked, but he wasn’t entirely helpless. Chris could, if he wanted to, pull some strings. But this was just so much more entertaining, to see you walk straight into his grasp again.

Most people would laugh at his sorry excuses, curse and hang up but most also think they’re immune to cults until they’ve been fully indoctrinated into thinking aliens have invaded us and that death is the only solution. Your little disappearing stunt had been troublesome but years of work had not yet been undone. The way you dressed was still as he had taught you, your figure was still the one he worked you to the bone to obtain and your posture the one he made sure you’d never deviate from. The only difference was that even you couldn’t see through him anymore, after all, there was nothing to see.

Once you were within his grasp everything else came easy, like a slippery slope you could never climb back from. First, it started with publicly announcing a relationship that never existed. Then a marriage under the pretext that nobody would take him seriously if he just messed around with a girlfriend like a child. If you ever questioned him he would just flip the narrative on its head, it was your fault this happened, you almost ruined his career, are you sure you didn’t do all this to marry him? It’s okay, he’ll love you regardless because he’s a kind, loving husband. And eventually, it’ll become a reality, you–just like everyone else–will convince yourself you’re undeserving of someone like him.

‘You want to have children? You’re right, it’s about time we have a couple running around, anything for my wife!’ He’s glad all those run-ins with large happy families and visits to children's hospitals and orphanages paid off, otherwise, he’s had to use more… unsavoury methods.

‘You’ll have to quit your job because of the pregnancy? It’s okay I’ll take care of you!’ He was getting tired of it anyway, now he can have you all to himself.

Even if one day you wake up from your trance, it’s too late now because there’s nothing left of you but the parts that constitute Chris Prince’s wife. If the eyes are the window to the soul then Chris must have long sold his and now he’s ridden you of yours too.

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twijaxx · 6 months ago

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Bllk masterlist:

Kaiser:

He got his tongue pierced

He need to have a cig with him

fucking you on a phone call

“i don’t want u to feel pain”

Nagi

this man whimpers!

cock warming

Ness:

He has a breeding kink

He always smokes

Comforting him

Painting your skin

Isagi:

he loves your thighs

she ain’t nonchalant

both at the same damn time!

boy is such a nerd

Rin:

He loves chase atlantics

He was a night owl too

what is she doing here?

feeding off on you

slut

Sae:

He loves spoiling u

Late night drive

Multi drabble:

Sun and moon

Oh no! she fell in love

Oh no! she fell in love Pt.2

Ships:

Reonagi:

Streamer couple

Bachisagi:

Moonlight kiss

Kainess:

gods chosen emperor loneliness

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merlucide · 6 months ago

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MY FAV BLLK MLISTS!

merlucide - all types (nothing wrong with a bit of self promotion 😋)

m1ckeyb3rry - fics

thebestsetter - oneshots/drabbles

shrii-kk - all types mlist2

wabattle - hcs/drabbles

skullvgirl - all types

o-sachi- all types

sanaexus - smaus

narcjisistx - all types

venusbby - all types

baby—vera - Smaus

cactuscoolerr - all types

6luffy - Drabbles

waffledforbreakfast - Drabbles

17020s - drabbles/oneshots

eclipixels - Drabbles/oneshots

more to be added when I find more mlists lmao

#bllk #blue lock #bllk mlist #Blue lock mlist #bllk masterlist #blue lock masterlist #fanfiction reccomendations #fic reccomendations

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milaisreading · 2 years ago

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BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST

New masterlist since the old one had to be deleted. If someone could help me retrieve the links to some of my stories, I would be very greatful

Requests and rules

Hetalia masterlist

Get to know me

Crossdresser!Yn masterlist

Christmas special BLLK

World 5 masterlist

1. Yandere!Sae Itoshi x Reader (Halloween special 🎃)

2. Plushie incident in the morning

3. Random Blue Lock headcanons

4. Random Blue Lock scenarios pt1 / Random Blue Lock scenarios pt2

5. Blue lock characters as simps

6. Manager has a crush

7. A sick Reo

8. Manager meets the other players

9. A day off (Post U-20)

10. Manager goes away for 3 weeks / Manager goes away for 3 weeks pt2

11. Jersey numbers dilemma

12. Manager Yn and Ego's shenanigans

13. Kaiser, Ness, Oliver, and Sae

14. A family's misunderstanding

15. The manager has a type?! / The manager has a type?! Pt2

16. Fights over a jacket

17. Bus seat

18. A manager who needs football instructors

19. Of arguments and kiss-cams

20. Out on a date

21. Fan service

22. A creepy fan

23. Keychains

24. Yn merch

25. Caught in the middle (ReoxYnxNagi)

26. Misunderstandings (Itoshi Sae x Yn)

27. Toddler-sized manager?!

28. Manager Yn at Hakuho High

29. Baby Niko!!

30. Jersey issues (KaiserxYnxNess)

31. Toddler Kaiser

32. Of fake rumors and... dates?

33. Toddler Ness / Toddler Ness pt2

34. Since when are we engaged?! (Itoshi Sae x Yn)

35. Japan U-20 toddlers

36. It's our girlfriend (Bachira Meguru x Yn)

37. A bad day for the manager

38. Manager Yn being a fangirl

39. Shidou's girlfriend?!

40. Amnesia

41. Manager out and about with Oliver Aiku

42. Exes

43. Who is Toddler manager's favorite?!

44. Shark boy in lover (Kurona Ranze x Yn)

45. Celebratory date (Karasu Tabito x Yn)

46. Blue Lock 11 kindergarten

47. Overworked manager

48. That's my brother...

49. Toddler manager learned a new word... /

Toddler manager learned a new word... pt2

50. Toddler manager's day with Lorenzo

51. Some words of encouragement

52. Yandere Kainess

53. When Itoshi Sae visited Blue Lock

54. The clumsy and the simp

55. Another Yandere!Kainess

56. Meet the family

57. A jealous Sae

58. A week away (ft. World 5)

59. Toddler shenanigans

60. Meet the boyfriend (Leonardo Luna x Itoshi!Reader)

61. Sae the guard dog (Sae Itoshi x Isagi sister!Reader)

62. Misunderstandings and confessions (Sae Itoshi x Isagi sister!Reader)

63. 5th times the charm? (Valentine's Day special. Sae Itoshi x Isagi's sister!Reader)

64. Valentine's Day special! (Manager!Yn x Blue Lock/Japan U-20)

65. She likes a boy? (Fem!Sae Itoshi x Isagi's sister!Reader)

66. Sae and Yn as toddlers (Isagi's sister!Yn AU)

67. Wedding day (Isagi's sister!Yn x Sae)

68. Isaness fanfic

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock masterlist

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retroaria · 11 months ago

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Oliver Aiku NSFW Alphabet ∘°∘♡∘°∘

summary: NSFW alphabet headcanons for the sexiest man that’s ever walked this earth

warnings: NSFW (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) FEM!reader, I skipped some letters bc I got lazy mb yall, dom/sub play, choking, hair pulling, spitting, mentions of hitting, oral (m+f receiving), light voyerism, handcuffs, use of mommy/daddy, unprotected sex

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy my little freaks 🤍- aria

ꨄ︎ A is for Aftercare

Oliver does very simple aftercare. He’ll always run a shower for himself afterwards and invite (beg) you to join (potential round 2 if you say yes). Depending on the time of day/overall vibe afterwards he’ll always ask if you’re hungry or if you just wanna go to sleep. He’s not pandering to you in the aftermath but he’s definitely acknowledging that it’s now time to relax and just enjoy each other’s company. Just wants to make sure you’re comfy!!

ꨄ︎ B is for Body Part

Contrary to popular belief, Oliver isn’t full of himself, he’s just a confident man! He knows he’s attractive. his favorite part of himself is probably his arms/shoulders or his torso. He keeps up with his physique and puts a lot of work in for his sport of course and he likes looking a certain way for himself and the ladies. Oliver is 100% an ass man. He’s always resting his hand on it or on your lower back. As much as he loves looking at your pretty face when he fucks you he’s just a sucker for gripping you from behind watching is cock sink in and out of you.

ꨄ︎ C is for Cum

Oliver isn’t too into the concept of his own cum unless it’s inside of you. Doesn’t like cumming on your face bc how could he defile such an adorable fucked out face. He’d much rather watch it fill up your mouth and throat (slowly dripping out the corner of your mouth) Cumming on your stomach feels blasphemous to him bc why would he do the extra step when he could’ve just fucked all of it inside you??? Nonetheless he’s a respectful boy and will pull out if you ask him. Loves when you cum first and he can see it coating his cock around the base (even better if it’s his cum combined with yours after multiple rounds) (would make you suck it off after).

ꨄ︎ D is for Dirty Secret

Not really a secret but Oliver likes to record himself fucking you whenever he can to save for his own personal collection. He of course can and will always get off to watching you touch yourself or photos of you in cute lingerie, but nothing beats watching you get fucked by him. It’s like he can remember the feeling when he watches the videos, every sound you make reminding him of the corresponding grip of your tight cunt around him, how good you felt as he fucked you through every orgasm. He gets off on the fact that he did that to you and you let him.

ꨄ︎ E is for Experience

Before you and Oli started seeing each other he had his fair share of other partners. Truthfully, he’s a bit of a man whore. What can I say he loves to fuck and, now that he can, he especially loves to fuck you. the both of you have shown to be rather appreciative of his past experience bc now all those well learned skills get to be used on making you absolutely weak for him.

ꨄ︎ F is for Favorite Position

It’s either your legs thrown over his shoulders as he locks his lusty eyes with yours, gripping your thighs and ruining that pretty pussy, OR he’s ramming into you from behind, death grip on your hips, smoothing his hands over your ass, planting a soft slap every so often, pulling you up by your hair so he can turn your head and see your pleading eyes begging him not to stop.

ꨄ︎ H is for Hair

He keeps himself trimmed, close to the skin, overall very well groomed. Doesn’t like when it grows out and gets too thick. Would 1000% not give a fuck if you’re shaven or not. Bald or full bush, pussy is still pussy and he’s gonna love it every time. He’s really into the little heart thing that some girls do, thinks it’s hot asf. Would actually prefer some sign of hair over completely hairless bc he likes women and women have hair lol. A simple man truly.

ꨄ︎ I is for Intimacy

As much as he loves using you like a fuck toy he’s a sucker for long foreplay sessions, classic missionary, medium pace, constant eye contact, deep kisses, all that. He likes knowing that no matter how he fucks you he can still ruin you. Wants to savor you whenever he can, even if he’s being rough, he likes to take his time with you and make his top priority to have you flushed in absolute pleasure.

ꨄ︎ J is for Jack Off

As mentioned previously, he loves jerking off to you. He spends an unfortunate amount of time away for games and training but he relishes in the peace of being able to go back to his hotel room and remember how good you felt wrapped around him.

ꨄ︎ K is for Kinks

Not the MOST kinky boy out there but he’s into basic dom/sub stuff. He is almost always the dominant one but he can’t deny the few times he’s let you ride him with your hands around his throat still cross his mind when he’s yearning for you. thinks calling you mommy is hot but you calling him daddy is even hotter. Likes choking, hair pulling, biting, and spitting on the giving or receiving end. keeps an open mind in the bedroom and likes doing whatever you think will get you off the most. Would let you even go as far as to handcuff or blind fold him, it gets him all excited. Wants to be a vessel that can consistently bring you pleasure in whatever form you need it.

ꨄ︎ L is for Location

In most spaces he’s probably already thought about how he could get away with fucking you there (horny bastard). Won’t ever push you to do it anywhere you aren’t comfortable but will go absolutely feral if you told him you needed him right then and there. You don’t even have to think about anything he’s already got you up against the wall in some closet he scoped out or bent over a bathroom sink. doesn’t care if it’s at someone else’s house or someone else’s bed even. Really likes fucking you in the car (enclosed space = more sweat = more pants and moans from you that make him want to cum on the spot)

ꨄ︎ M is for Motivation

His sex drive is unstoppable, he doesn’t even need motivation. If you wanna fuck he has no other choice what else is a boy to do?? He’s got a lot of different turn-on’s but at the top of that list is any piece of clothing/outfit that makes your pussy easily accessible. He loves tearing your clothes completely off but the idea of simply having to lift your dress and pull your panties to the side in one fell swoop before he gets to fuck you makes him feel like he can really have you whenever he wants.

ꨄ︎ N is for No

As said before he keeps an open mind but he’s still not a super kinky guy and he’s got some big no-no’s. Sorry for all my bratty boy tamers in the chat but Oliver would not let you peg him. The thought actually scares him a bit. not into any crazy bondage that wouldn’t allow you to tug on his hair, scratch up his back, or wrap your legs around him. Handcuffs are hot but that’s about it. He also doesn’t like to hit you at all unless it’s to slap your ass. Even if you asked him to bc you wanted it he would say no, it just wouldn’t feel right for him.

ꨄ︎ O is for Oral

Loves going down on you but can’t go for super long bc it gets him way too worked up. Always makes you taste yourself after he pulls his fingers out of you or he’ll come back up from between your thighs and push his tongue into your mouth while it’s coated in your wetness. Unless it’s a quickie, sex isn’t complete unless he’s sucked on your clit at some point. Will literally never deny a blowjob from you or any chance to fuck your pretty face. He’s also not above asking you for them, although it’s never really the first thing he wants to do with you. Likes having you do it after he’s fucked you. Goes nuts if you offer to suck him off in public.

ꨄ︎ P is for Pace

He likes to pay attention to your reactions during sex and base his pace and thrusts off of that. Whatever is bringing you closer to the brink is the way he wants to go. But sometimes he wants it his way and can’t help but fuck you hard and slow or fast and sloppy, depends on how he’s feeling.

ꨄ︎ Q is for Quickie

Oliver loves quickies. As a human being with free will he uses his right to fuck you whenever and wherever. If you happen to finish getting ready with an outfit on that he thinks would look better on the floor, it’s over. Likes to make it a challenge sometimes to see how fast he can make you come. Enjoys the thrill of fucking you before someone else is supposed to show up to where ever you are. “Stop it Oli your team will be back in here in ten minutes!” “I could make you cum at least twice before then, just relax baby”

ꨄ︎ R is for Risk

As stated in Q and L, he gets off on knowing he’s got you in a bad situation while making you feel so good. The embarrassment riddled across your face and the way you try desperately to quiet your staggered moans and whimpers drives him crazy. He’s got an effect on you that proves to be almost uncontrollable and he loves to watch you struggle.

ꨄ︎ S is for Stamina

Oliver’s stamina is very dependent on what his day consisted of. No matter what his want to be inside you will always prevail over any tiredness he may feel, but no promises he’ll stick out for long. At peak energy, 3-4 hours is his max, if he’s tired from practice or other work stuff, you’re lucky if you get 30 minutes but he’s still gonna have you a moaning mess in that short amount of time. (3 minutes with this man is all I need tbh let me in the ring)

ꨄ︎ T is for Toys

Oliver definitely has some toys but I imagine them just being for you. Like he’s got a few vibrators, definitely a pair of handcuffs, I don’t see him as the kind of guy to own a dildo. “My dick is already free use for you why do you need another one???” He has a fleshlight but doesn’t use it anymore bc it just doesn’t feel like you.

ꨄ︎ U is for Unfair

Oli is a tease. When he’s really into his dominant role in the bedroom he makes it his mission to drag you out as long as he can. He wants you seeing stars, blabbering nonsense, drooling his name, begging him for some sort of release. On the flip side he’s also a beast and wants to see you on the verge of tears after your 8th orgasm that night. He’s either overstimulating you or treating you like a little brat.

ꨄ︎ V is for Volume

AHHHH ok this man moans. Hear me out! He would honestly cry if he fucked you and you didn’t make a single sound and he imagines that you would feel the same way too so he really doesn’t hold back when it comes to moaning, groaning, even whimpering, whatever sound you’ve drawn out of him, he wants you to hear it. When you come around his cock and your pussy clenches down on him through your waves of pleasure he really loses it. No words could be said by him during this time just incomplete breaths and strangled moans. Don’t even get me started on when you suck him off. (He loves sounding dirty for you)

ꨄ︎ X is for X-Ray

Oliver is definitely above average in terms of length. He’s standing at about 8.5 inches, 9 on a good day. His cock isn’t too girthy but it’s proportional to his length. He curves slightly upwards and his veins are rather prominent.

ꨄ︎ Y is for Yearning

Oliver is always yearning for you sexually and emotionally when he’s away and he can’t be with you. Even if he isn’t away and you’re just busy doing work or something he is so bothersome to have around bc he constantly wants to be touching you (running his hand up your skirt) or kissing you (all over your body).

ꨄ︎ Z is for Zzz

Sex doesn’t wear him out too much. One of his favorite parts about fucking you is actually the part where you guys are done and you’re laying side by side holding each other talking until you both fall asleep. He loves the sound of your tired voice as you tell him about your day and the intimacy of the skin on skin contact. He holds you like a little baby kitten, with gentle caressing, smoothing his hand down your sides or along your back, carding his fingers through your hair or resting his hand on your face rubbing his thumb on your cheek (which very heavily contrasts the way he was digging his fingers into your hips as he fucked the life out of you just minutes ago)

My god what a trip. This is actually my first time writing anything NSFW ever!!!! So sorry if it’s kinda ass :( either way I needed to write something to fill the oliver aiku shaped hole in my heart. Love you guys, stay safe :)

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neeeooon · 3 months ago

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☆ blue lock masterlist. REQS CLOSED. prev!

no link = in the writing/planning process

series,

video game lover! completed! smau ft. hiori, karasu, otoya

two-way mirror! ongoing! smau ft. rin, kiyora, kurona, reo, chigiri, kunigami, sae, isagi, bachira, shidou, kaiser

the baby project! coming soon! smau ft. reo, nagi, barou, chigiri, kunigami

headcanons,

when you’re grumpy! ft. sunshine!bachira

yapper best friend (for real)! ft. bm!kunigami

when you’re serious! ft. nuisance!charles

everyone but you! ft. post wc!kunigami

a fool in love! ft. secretly married!sae

fit check! ft. boyfriend!yukimiya

driving with your bf for the first time! ft. isagi, sae

how they’d react to you complimenting them! ft. isagi, rin, niko, nanase, sae, reo. karasu, yukimiya, otoya, sendou, kaiser, barou, kunigami, chigiri, shidou, aiku, nagi, bachira, hiori, kurona, charles

when you sneak away while cuddling! ft. shidou, isagi, otoya, nagi, bachira, rin, kunigami, karasu, barou, sae, yukimiya, reo

when you beat him in a 1v1 match! ft. isagi, kaiser, ness, rin, sae, barou, yukimiya, nagi, kunigami, chigiri, bachira, reo, hiori, kurona

when they see you burnt out! ft. yukimiya, barou, rin, reo, nagi, isagi, bachira, shidou, kaiser, sae, chigiri, sendou

when you listen to true crime documentaries! ft. isagi, bachira, reo, ness, rin, nagi, kaiser, hiori, sae, kunigami, chigiri, yukimiya

when you’re a science nerd! ft. bachira, raichi, reo, otoya, rin, nagi, isagi, kunigami, kurona, ness

when you fall and hurt your knee! ft. yukimiya, isagi, ness, barou, sae, nagi, rin, kaiser, kunigami, bachira, reo, otoya, chigiri, sendou, shidou

when you perform in manshine! ft. nagi, reo, chigiri

when you like to stay up late! ft. ness, sendou, hiori, kurona, kiyora, karasu

when you’re constantly learning new hobbies! ft. bachira, reo, isagi, kurona

when you’re a troublemaker! ft. isagi, sae, rin, chigiri, bachira, barou

when your niece/nephew races them! ft. rin, isagi, bachira, nagi

when they turn into japanese zodiacs! ft. nagi, reo, zantetsu, shidou, sae

when they turn into japanese zodiacs pt 2! ft. isagi, rin, chigiri, bachira, kaiser, kunigami, karasu

when they have a toddler sibling! ft. isagi, sae & rin, aiku, reo

going to a theme park with them! ft. reo, otoya, ness, karasu, rin, shidou

blue lock cuddle positions! ft. shidou, bachira, rin, sae, isagi, kunigami

blue lock cuddle positions pt 2! ft. nagi, karasu, otoya, yukimiya, barou, reo

making matching bracelets for them! ft. rin, niko, barou, kuon

when you’re randomly affectionate! ft. isagi, rin, sae, chigiri, reo, nagi

“can you kill that bug for me?” ft. rin, shidou, karasu, otoya, yukimiya, nagi

ballroom dancing with them! ft. barou, rin, chigiri, nagi, kunigami, hiori, bachira, yukimiya, karasu, kurona

blue lock men as yearners! ft. yukimiya, karasu, sae, reo

when you’re overly energetic! ft. sae, rin, reo, barou, kunigami, aiku

when you move while they’re at blue lock! ft. chigiri, yukimiya, isagi, rin, nagi, reo

when they find your jealousy adorable! ft. isagi, barou, rin, sae, chigiri, kaiser, nagi

when you have a resting bitch face (when you’re scene)! ft. rin, sae, isagi, chigiri, reo, nagi

when he falls asleep while cuddling you! ft. bachira, kunigami, raichi, gagamaru, kuon, barou

taking care of you when you’re sick! ft. ness, yukimiya, karasu, kaiser

when your parents walk in on you pt. 4! ft. ness, otoya, kiyora, kurona

when they sneak up on you during at interview at a soccer match! ft. rin, sae, kaiser, shidou

when you have a panic attack at a game! ft. kaiser, ness, rin

texts,

random texts with bf sae! ft. sae

texting bff blue lock “i love u bro” at 3 am! smau ft. isagi, rin, hiori, otoya, reo, nagi, bachira, shidou

when you have a kiss scene with someone else! smau ft. sae, rin

when you have a kiss scene with someone else pt 2! smau ft. chigiri, reo, bachira

boyfriend texts with yuki! smau ft. yukimiya

karasu bf texts! smau ft. karasu

when you purposefully ignore him! smau ft. rin

rivals to roommates! smau ft. reo

boyfriend in training! smau ft. sae

oneshots,

143 means i love you! fluff, fake texts ft. nagi

te amo! fluff ft. sae

second in the class! crack, lowk platonic ft. nagi

nose bleeds and meet cutes! crack, fluff ft. isagi

getting your wisdom teeth removed! crack, fluff ft. barou

reuniting after his elimination! angst, hurt-comfort ft. nagi

hair care plan! platonic ft. chigiri

karasu introducing you to otoya! crack ft. karasu, otoya

babysitter loki! platonic crack ft. loki

when someone makes you cry! hurt-comfort ft. rin

a goth, a slob, and a ray of sunshine! platonic ft. rin, nagi

truth or dare! angst, crack ft. aiku

comforting kurona with texts and cuddles! smau, fluff ft. kurona

accidental love at first sight! fluff ft. sae

golden hour! fluff ft. yukimiya

study buddy benefits (he lives rent free)! fluff ft. nagi

two for one deal! crack ft. chigiri

reluctant roomies! crack, two for one deal pt 2 ft. chigiri

three’s my favorite number! fluff ft. karasu

opposites attract! fluff ft. bachira

love of my dreams! fluff, crack ft. otoya

big brother duty! platonic, crack, fluff ft. sae, rin

fumble of the century! crack, suggestive ft. isagi

but he’s ugly! crack ft. isagi

you’re dating who?! crack ft. rin

double trouble! fluff ft. barou

hold you close! angst, fluff ft. bachira

bet you wanna kiss me! crack ft. isagi

after school study session! fluff ft. shidou

ichi means #1! fluff ft. isagi

idyllic, unrivaled, perfect! fluff ft. karasu

meet cute with yuki! fluff ft. yukimiya

why did you never call? platonic, angst ft. sae, rin

“oh no, not pink. make it blue!” crack ft. kaiser

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nicorobinohara · 15 days ago

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The King and his queen

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Barou Shouei x R.femele.

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Barou and a girlfriend with a sweet personality, curvy body and full breasts, Mitsuri Kanroji style - a beautiful contrast with his intense way. I will focus on the atmosphere, interaction and chemistry of the two.

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The night fell slowly on the city, dyeing the sky a deep blue. In Barou's apartment, the air was warm, loaded with that unique mixture of tension and affection that only exists between two who understand each other in silence, even after an exhausting day.

(Y/n) was in the kitchen, finishing preparing something to eat - the soft light from the countertop illuminated his angelic face, with delicate features, but that hid a sweet force. Her long hair, in natural waves, fell on her shoulders as she moved with that grace that Barou never tired of admiring.

His body was a work of art: curvilinear, with hips that stood out and a full, firm bust, which he always faced with that mixture of desire and protection. Her sensuality was not only in the body - it was the combination of sweetness with the confidence she had in herself, an aura that made Barou feel, for the first time, relaxed and vulnerable.

He suddenly entered the kitchen, his intense gaze fixed on her. Silence spoke more than a thousand words. She smiled, a smile that seemed to illuminate the room, and took a step forward, approaching him slowly, letting the sweet perfume bloom between them.

Barou, who had always been the dominating "king" on and off the field, felt his chest accelerate in a different way. She held his face gently, her soft fingers contrasting with his strength. That touch was a caress that spoke more than any statement.

- "You're exhausted..." - said (y/n) with a soft voice, his eyes shining in a way he would never forget.

He just nodded, letting her guide him. Their bodies fit naturally, as if that moment was written in destiny. Barou slid his hands through the female curves, feeling the soft skin, the perfect shape he knew and loved to explore.

The kiss came slow, intense, loaded with a passion that didn't need to hurry. She pulled him close, the heat of the bodies mixing, the accelerated breathing filling the small space of the apartment.

(Y/n) slid his fingers down the back of his neck, pulling him for a deeper kiss. Barou held her tightly, as if with each touch he could engrave on his skin what he felt inside - a mixture of desire, admiration and something hitherto unknown: tenderness.

They went to the room, where the low lights created dancing shadows on the walls. She took off her blouse slowly, revealing the full breasts that Barou already knew, but that still left him speechless. He was admiring every curve, every detail, as if it were the first time.

(Y/n) smiled, provocative, knowing the effect it had on him, but without losing the sweetness that was natural to him. She lay down, extending her hands for him to reach her.

Barou climbed on her, the weight of the firm body contrasting with the softness of her skin. Their eyes met - and at that moment, there was no competition, there was no struggle for power. There was only delivery.

He ran through his body with his hands, exploring, respecting, surrendering to a new way of being "king": the one who cares, protects and loves with silent intensity.

The hours passed between sighs, caresses and low laughter, the outside world disappearing as they lost themselves in each other.

When they finally fell asleep, intertwined, Barou felt something he had never felt on the field: the peace of being complete, of having found a partner who did not extinguish his fire, but who warmed him, giving meaning beyond victory.

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The light of the lamp left everything wrapped in a soft amber tone, while Barou remained lying next to (y/n), feeling the warmth of her body still intertwined with his. Her breathing, calm and rhythmic, made a pleasant contrast with his own heart, which still pulsated accelerated, as if each beat had a little of the energy of the day's intense workouts.

She ran her hands through his hair, untying the stiffness that always seemed to be there, as if her touch was a key to what was behind that "indomitable king" shell.

- "You always impress me," she whispered, her voice loaded with that sweetness that seemed capable of melting to his hardest side.

Barou turned his face slowly to face her, the deep black eyes that normally carried fire now softened by a tenderness that only she could awaken.

- "I need to be the best," he murmured, "but with you... it's not just about being the best in the field."

She smiled, a smile that lit up her face and made his chest tighten in a good way.

- "I know. And that's why I love you. Because you are not only the Barou who beats, who dominates... you are the Barou who knows how to let himself be taken care of."

She pulled his face for a tender kiss, her tongue exploring slowly, as if she wanted to taste every piece of his intensity and turn it into something soft.

Barou wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling her curvy body and full breasts pressing against his chest. He loved this mixture: the strength he emanated, the power in each movement, and the sweetness of it that completed him perfectly.

The warmth between them grew again, not only by the desire, but by the deep connection they were building with every touch, with every sigh.

She slid her hands down his back, her skin warm and firm under her fingertips, and Barou closed her eyes for a moment, absorbing the feeling of being there, of being accepted in full - without masks, without the weight of the need to always be the king.

- "Stay with me tonight," she asked softly, as if it were a sweet plea.

- "I never go out when I'm with you," he replied with a rare, open, true smile.

And so, that night when the world seemed to be silent just for them, Barou and (y/n) gave themselves, not only to pleasure, but to something much greater: the intimacy of two hearts that, even so different, beat in the same rhythm.

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The dawn advanced slowly, and the house looked like a refuge from the outside world, where Barou could finally put aside the pressures and weight of the title of "king" to simply be himself - a passionate and vulnerable man.

(Y/n) was lying against his chest, feeling the rhythm of the strong heart that throbbed under the palm of her hand. She ran her fingers slowly over the skin marked by the dedication and sweat of the workouts, admiring the invisible scars that only true effort leaves.

He held her face, his black eyes looking for hers in the dark, where the shy light of the lamp could barely penetrate.

- "You know it's not just strength, right?" He spoke softly, as if he revealed a long-kept secret. "That's all... this sweetness you have... makes me want to be better, not only for me, but for us."

(Y/n) smiled, feeling the heat grow inside his chest. His voice, usually firm and cutting, carried a sincerity so intense that it almost hurt.

- "I don't want to be just your girlfriend, Barou. I want to be your safe haven. Your peace when everything gets difficult."

He closed his eyes, holding her hand tightly. For a moment, the selfishness that always dominated him was replaced by a simple need: that woman was the reason to keep fighting, to continue evolving.

Her fingers went up to his hair, passing slowly, while the bodies remained glued, sharing heat and silence.

That night wasn't just about desire, it was about surrender - about two apparently opposite worlds fitting perfectly.

Barou turned slowly to get on top of her, and the intensity returned to his eyes, but this time mixed with affection and respect.

He kissed (y/n) deeply, exploring every inch of her mouth, as if he wanted to record that moment in his memory forever.

His hands went down the waist, hugging the curvy body gently, feeling the firmness of the soft skin under his fingertips. (y/n) arched his body, getting even closer, surrendering himself completely.

She whispered his name between the kisses, and Barou felt a wave of protection and desire to run down his spine.

- "I never thought anyone could understand me like that," he admitted, his voice hoarse.

- "I'll always be here," she replied, with a sweet and determined smile.

The passion grew again, but this time it was different - deeper, more real. They were not just two bodies meeting, they were two souls who, even in the intensity of the fire, found a refuge of tenderness.

The world could wait. There, in that room, there were only them.

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