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kxsagi · 3 days ago

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bllk boys as protective girl dads plss🙏🤭‼️

“𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝: 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧”

a/n: YES!!!

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, aiku oliver, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

he’s nervous as hell. he’s been mentally preparing for this day since she was born. read parenting books. watched TED Talks. even asked bachira for advice (bad idea).

when the doorbell rings, isagi opens it like he’s facing a final boss. his smile is forced. his eyes are analyzing every molecule of the poor boy.

“hi! i’m yoichi. her father. her only father. her first love. the man who taught her how to ride a bike, tie her shoes, and dodge creeps.”

he sits him down for a “casual” talk that feels like a college entrance interview.

“so, what are your career goals?”

“sir, i’m sixteen.”

“oh. so no plan. interesting.”

shows him highlight reels of his matches while staring directly into his soul.

“this was my blue lock goal against japan’s U-20. see how i crushed that man’s dreams? fun fact: i still know his name and address.”

when the kid reaches for the salt at dinner, isagi instinctively intercepts it like a midfielder and hands it over slowly. he’s in defense mode all night (despite being a striker).

ends the night by pulling him aside like, “look. she’s my baby girl. if you touch her heart the wrong way, i’ll treat you like a soccer ball. and i haven’t missed a shot since i was 17.”

itoshi rin

absolutely hates that this is happening. told your daughter six years ago that boys were banned until she turned 30.

she threatened to bring the boy home while he’s at work. rin took the whole week off.

opens the door dead silent, staring at the kid like he’s a crime scene.

doesn’t speak for the first fifteen minutes. just lurks. behind doors. in hallways. watching. judging.

finally breaks the silence with: “what’s your GPA.”

doesn’t wait for the answer. “not good enough.”

offers the boy water, and when he says yes, rin just replies, “figures.”

aggressively peels an apple with a knife while maintaining eye contact.

“listen. she’s not just my daughter. she’s her own person. and if you mess with her, i’ll remind you why i’m feared on and off the pitch.”

“you play soccer too, sir?”

“no. i play with fear.”

daughter drags him away mid-threat, muttering “you’re so dramatic.”

rin, still glaring: “i’m being merciful.”

itoshi sae

acts like he doesn’t care. shrugs when your daughter tells him she’s bringing her boyfriend.

but fifteen minutes before the kid arrives, he changes into his most expensive shirt, slicks his hair back, and lights a candle “for ambiance.”

opens the door with that sae smile. soft, polite, terrifying. fake.

“welcome. don’t mind the cameras. they’re just for insurance purposes.”

takes the boyfriend to the living room and offers him sparkling water like it’s a talk show.

“so. tell me. what are your intentions with my daughter?”

“uh…we just hang out and stuff.”

“hmm. you ‘hang out’ with royalty?”

casually roasts the kid for every answer.

“you’re a sophomore? cute.”

“you want to study business? adorable.”

ends the night by handing him a detailed contract: “if you’re going to date her, you’ll need to sign this NDA, consent form, and post-breakup damage clause. any questions?”

nagi seishiro

forgets the whole event until the doorbell rings. opens it with a mouth full of chips, wearing a hoodie that says “sleep > people.”

“yo. you the boyfriend? sup boss.”

lets him in and lies back on the couch like it’s nap time.

barely says a word until he sees the kid reach for your daughter’s hand.

suddenly wide awake. sits up like a horror movie character.

“hey. hands. off. my daughter.”

your daughter rolls her eyes. “dad, we’re just sitting.”

“yeah, well, sit apart. air needs space to breathe.”

plays video games with him later, completely silent, except for the moments he whoops his ass and mutters “pathetic.”

“you ever consider a backup plan? like, uh… not dating my daughter?”

the boyfriend stutters. nagi yawns.

“don’t take it personal. just don’t make me get up again. ever.”

mikage reo

acts like he’s hosting the met gala. wears a suit. sets the table. lights mood candles.

“this dinner is just to determine if you’re worthy. no pressure.”

offers the kid wine, then dramatically says, “just kidding, you’re underage. see? already testing your judgment.”

asks him about his financial plans like he’s hiring a CEO.

“so. do you invest?”

“uh. in like… snacks?”

gives a 20-minute slideshow about his daughter’s achievements and how she deserves the best. every slide ends with: “can you match this energy?”

subtly brags about the family trust fund, then smiles and says, “so if you ever think of breaking her heart… just know I have money. and lawyers.”

when your daughter scolds him, reo winks.

“i’m just protecting my ROI: return on inheritance.”

kaiser michael

answers the door like he’s greeting a servant.

stares the boyfriend up and down with his arms crossed.

“you’re the one? huh. i pictured someone taller. and with… better taste in shoes.”

drags the kid to his home office, where there’s a huge photo of his daughter framed like the mona lisa.

“you see this? this is perfection. if you ever make her cry, i will personally make sure your life becomes a 24/7 documentary called ‘where did it all go wrong.’”

keeps flexing his player stats while casually insulting the boyfriend.

“you play a sport? no? then what exactly do you do?”

tries to outdo the boyfriend in everything. laughs louder. lifts heavier. wears cologne that could knock out a horse.

when he leaves, kaiser grins at your daughter.

“don’t worry. he won’t last a month. he said he liked pineapple on pizza. oh, and he can’t speak german. instant disqualification.”

shidou ryusei

is way too calm when he finds out. smiles. says “cool.”

and then sharpens a knife for no reason.

greets the boyfriend like a demon in disguise. shirtless. tattoos out. casually eating cereal from a beer mug.

“yo, you the punk trying to date my little girl?”

pulls him into a bro hug and whispers: “if you kiss her before i say it’s okay, you’re dead.”

slaps his back so hard the kid almost collapses.

makes the boyfriend sit through a slideshow of his red cards and fights.

“this one? i broke a guy’s nose. cute, right?”

and then just flips the vibe. “but if you hurt her, i won’t just break your nose. i’ll ruin your whole career. even if you don’t have one yet. i’ll create one just to destroy it.”

the boyfriend leaves early. shidou shrugs.

“meh. he wasn’t even hot.”

karasu tabito

takes it way too seriously. wears sunglasses indoors. chewing gum. holding a baseball bat “just in case.”

opens the door like he’s interrogating a suspect.

“name. age. GPA. zodiac sign. shoe size. go.”

laughs at the boyfriend’s nervous answers, but never breaks eye contact.

“you’re funny, man. but not like, ‘ha ha’ funny. more like ‘i’m watching you’ funny.”

ropes the poor boy into a “casual” one-on-one soccer game in the backyard. goes full pro.

“oops, did i slide tackle you? my bad, it’s muscle memory.”

asks invasive questions the whole time.

“have you ever cried at a movie? be honest.”

ends the day by pulling your daughter aside.

“he’s not awful. but if he ever makes you sad, let me know. i got a guy. he handles things.”

aiku oliver

answers the door wearing his best button-up shirt (unbuttoned to the chest, of course), hair slicked, watch on, biceps popping.

instantly goes full pretty-boy intimidation. “so. you’re the brave soul trying to date my daughter.”

smiles way too nicely, like a mafia boss pretending to be a friendly florist.

pulls the kid in for a hug, then leans down and whispers: “i know 17 different ways to make someone cry. without violence.”

during dinner, he makes everything a competition. the boyfriend says he plays guitar? oliver used to be in a band. the boyfriend says he’s in honors classes? oliver once graduated top of his class while half-asleep. “wow, you're good at math? i once calculated the angle of heartbreak. it’s 47 degrees, by the way.”

brings out baby photos and narrates each one like a TED talk. “here she is at 3. we had to buy seven unicorn plushies because one wasn't enough. you ready for that kind of emotional commitment, champ?”

your daughter: “DAD–”

as the boyfriend is leaving, oliver walks him to the door with a hand on his shoulder. still smiling. still terrifying.

“listen, she’s the most incredible person i know. if she’s happy with you, great. but if she’s not? i will make your life a full-length drama. critically acclaimed. zero award nominations.”

and as the poor guy walks off, shaken, oliver yells after him, “BYE SON! DRIVE SAFE! DON’T TEXT AND BREATHE!”

ness alexis

greets the boyfriend with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

“hello! i’ve heard so much about you.”

he has not. he hacked his daughter’s phone to find out.

speaks so sweetly. guides him in. offers tea. but underneath? pure jealousy and panic.

sits between them on the couch like a chaperone from the 1800s.

“so! what made you think you were good enough for my baby girl?”

“sir?”

“oh nothing, just asking!” 😊

clutches his daughter’s hand every few minutes like he’s reminding them both she’s his little princess forever.

follows the boyfriend on all socials. scrolls for hours.

“you posted a girl emoji under another girl’s post in 2022. care to explain?”

when he leaves, ness gives him a cheerful wave. “bye-bye! don’t do anything dumb! i will know!”

turns to his daughter the second the door closes: “i don’t like him. his aura’s off. we’re doing a background check tomorrow.”

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sugarwarachan · 2 days ago

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yakuza boss sae itoshi who shows up at your house one night, the navy blue of his dress shirt stained black with blood.

“I had nowhere else to go,” he says before he slumps against you, the weight of his body nearly driving yours to the floor.

you drag him to your bathroom and lean him against the tub. his skin is pale, dark shadows like bruises under his eyes.

“what happened?”

“it doesn’t concern you.” his tone is flat as always, impossible for you to read.

patch yourself up then. it’s on the tip of your tongue, but his position stops your retort.

“whatever.”

his wound is shallow enough that performing the stitches yourself won’t be difficult. you find the first aid kit and get to work, trying your best not to think about who is in your home.

he’s the reason your mother cried herself to sleep for a year straight, the reason you have a bowl of incense ashes instead of an older brother.

(at the funeral, he told you your brother was a good man who died bravely. it just made you hate him more.)

despite that, you can still remember the first time you met him, how the heaviness of his gaze turned you inside out, made you want something you’ve never been able to name.

you’ve never been this close to him. he gives off more warmth than you would expect.

“tell me if I hurt you,” you hear yourself say.

“I will.”

his eyes never stray from you, even though you avoid them at all costs. it’s unbearable being caught under his gaze, like a bug pinned and wriggling on a board.

“stop looking at me.”

“why?” he sounds genuinely surprised.

“I don’t like it.”

(it’s not entirely a lie. you want him to stop looking because he always sees too much, and you’re ashamed enough as it is.)

you don’t ask him why he came to you. you don’t ask him why he didn’t call his first lieutenant or why he makes no means to leave when you’ve finished patching him up.

“thank you,” he says softly.

when you look up at him, he’s barely able to keep his head up.

“if you’re gone by the morning, you can have the futon.”

(you fall asleep quickly, even though sae can tell you tried hard to stay awake. he shouldn’t check on you, but the impulse has remained after all these years.

he shouldn’t have come here. he should have called shidou or rin, but he’d wanted you—even if it meant your anger, your hatred.

you’re no masochist, boss, shidou said to him once.

he isn’t, not usually. he doesn’t know why he can’t leave you alone, why he keeps track of your job and your friends, why he diverts danger that comes your way.

your brother died protecting him. it’s a transgression you’ll never forgive.

and yet -

he still takes his time staring at your sleeping form, memorizing the way your chest rises and falls with every breath.)

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narcjsistx · 4 days ago

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— SAY IT AGAIN, EVEN IF I DONT GET IT

✶ words: 0.6k ; sae itoshi x fem!reader ; drabble!

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

You don't even know how you ended up in a situation like this, you who always said that you would only learn Spanish when Sae admitted that his younger brother was better than him, in short never. Yet now, with a notebook in front of you and a cute pink pen, you feel a bit like a kid in elementary school who is learning the alphabet for the first time

"When you introduce yourself you can say "Me llamo..." instead of the entire sentence "Mi nombre es..." says Sae writing in the notebook, his look serious a bit like when he has to score. You nod almost automatically, when in reality you haven't understood a single sentence of what he's been saying to you in the last 20 minutes. Sae looks up, a little questioning "Are you understanding something?" he asks, and you nod again

Going to his last game was the biggest mistake of your life, but at the same time, the best thing you could ever do. Sae had gotten you a surprise plane ticket, just to spend a week together after two months of not being able to see each other due to college and his workouts. It wasn't the first time you went to Madrid where he was now living, but every time you went out he was the one talking, obviously. You had a certain resentment towards Spanish for the simple fact that in middle school you had been traumatized by a terrible teacher

"You’re not understanding anything" he sighs, and you snap out of your thoughts "Wait- No, I swear I do!" you say slamming your hands on the table, and he does nothing but stare at you perplexed, with the typical Itoshi look. He writes a sentence in your notebook, passing it to you "If you understand then you can tell me what it means, right?" he says, and you look down to read the sentence, a little embarrassed "Of course I can do that..." you say swallowing

You watched the game calmly, sitting in your seat with a good drink by your side and a lot of voice to cheer for him. But when Sae finished the game, you naively thought he would come to you. Big mistake. The journalists love him as if he were their son, the typical son who hates answering his parents' questions, and you naively thought that they would ask him the questions in Japanese. You forgot that your boyfriend now breathes, thinks and speaks Spanish, lives in a Spanish city and plays for a Spanish team

Hearing him speak so fluently, without a shred of effort, made you suddenly fall in love with the language you've hated for years. So, when you got home, you simply asked him to teach you a few phrases just to hear him speak some more Spanish

"Creo que... eres estúpido..." you repeat out loud, and he nods "What does that mean?" he asks, and you purse your lips, thinking for a few seconds "I think you're... pretty?" you say, and Sae nods "Wow. You know Spanish better than me" he says, and you look up, surprised "Did I say that right?" you ask hopefully "Absolutely not" he says, and your hopes die

You put the notebook aside, resting your arms on the table with your head above them "I regret this, I never want to hear another word of Spanish again..." you say dejectedly, and Sae seems to be enjoying it more than he should. He puts an arm around your shoulders, leaning in close to your ear "Vaya. Me estaba divirtiendo al ver a mi hermosa novia concentrarse y no entender absolutamente nada, solo porque quería oírme hablar más en espanol" he says, and a slight shiver runs down your spine. You look up, perplexed "What did you say?" you ask, and he shrugs "That you're stupid and you don't even know how to study the basics" he says, and you sigh "Cruel"

✶ translation of the sentences: "Creo que... eres estúpido..." → "I think you're stupid" ; "Vaya. Me estaba divirtiendo al ver a mi hermosa novia concentrarse y no entender absolutamente nada, solo porque quería oírme hablar más en espanol" → "Damn. I was having fun watching my beautiful girlfriend concentrate and understand absolutely nothing, just because she wanted to hear me speak more Spanish"

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shidoglazer · 2 days ago

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“SAE WOULD PUT SOCCER OVER YOU!!!!!!” lmao no he wouldnt

can i be honest here i hate when people make this dynamic. hes literally such a straightforward and no-bullshit guy, he knows he doesn’t have time for any type of romantic relationships so he won’t be in one until he knows he has time to manage it

maybe around his 20s when his football career starts to dwell down, then he’ll only start settling down with a special someone which is why its very possible his first love will most likely by his last, and trust me, he’ll treat them like they’re the centre of the universe

this is just a rant but heres my masterlist if u guys are interested in me hehe 😋

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rinsnumber1fan · 2 days ago

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Licking a popsicle a bit too passionately prank on the bllk men

Including: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, michael kaiser

Itoshi Rin:

Rin had you wrap your hand around his while on a walk outside. The streets were barely empty. Cars rushed on the side of the road beside us and some were parked infront of the convenience store. People rushing out with plastic bags over their arms and hands. It was busy at this time but rin always encouraged you to walk.

"can we get some ice cream?" You asked, jumping up and down in your path like a kid while rin glanced at you, "at this time of the night? You'll get a stomach ache." He said as he continued walking pass the store but you tugged onto his sleeve with a pout and puppy eyes, "so.. you don't love me anymore?"

"What- I didn't say that!- okay fine. Ugh whatever. I'll get you the.." He fumbled with his wallet, "damn.. icecream." He said, taking out a few hundred yen and you held his hand to guide you inside. That's when one of the most devilish ideas popped into your brain.

Hmmmmm... what if i..

He checks out the Popsicles you asked for, "this isn't even ice cream" He said, unwrapping his own while he tilts his head to the side to grab a bite. Yes, he bites the ice cream. He pauses, taking a good look at the way you so passionately lick your popsicle. Tounge sliding down, then back up, and then the drip? It falls down your chin, and you lick it with your tounge.

He cleared his throat, "Just bite it. You look like you're struggling." He said, the two of walked at the same time back to his place where you came from. "It gives me a brain freeze," you giggled and he blinked, biting out his ice cream.

He glances at you one more time, "I wonder if I could take it all in" rins cheeks were pink at this point. "Um.." He presses his lips in a thin line. "I think you should eat your when we get home." He said, voice seemed concerned but embarrased. You tilted your head innocently, "Why?" You looked him straight into his eyes, giving him those doe eyes while you took an innocent drag of your tounge against the popsicle. Rin stiffened, but he leaned down to your ear, "you look like your giving the popsicle a blowjob" He said boldly.

You coughed, you didn't expect him to say it so directly, "how- you're such a perv!!" Your cheeks flushed. Rin shrugged, "im not a pervert for noticing things. You're not very subtle you know." He said with a furrow of his brows. Your grin turned into a pout "it didn't work huh?"

"I know you're doing it on purpose. Did you just not want to ask?" Rin raised a brow and you choked, "hey!! That's not true--" "yeah right, I mean you'll get it anyway" He said, walking further away from you and his words registered in your mind minutes later. Your cheeks turned red.

Itoshi sae:

"Um what are you doing?" Sae questioned, his phone which was previously in his hands was now on his lap as he glanced at you with a particularly deadpanned expression, as usual. The popsicle packet which consisted of about 4 different flavours, you had the vanilla white colored one in your mouth, licking it up and down. "Im eating." You replied innocently.

"Uh huh.." He trailed off staring at you as you opened your mouth wide and tried to fit the whole thing in, "ahh.. its really too big. I can't handle too much in my mouth." You sighed like a damsel in distress. Sae blinked for a moment scooted over closer to you "Just try a bit harder, it'll fit." He said, adjusting your chin a bit. He knew what game you were playing and decided to beat you on it.

You puckered your lips, opened your mouth and put it in like he instructed you to. "Yeah, stick your tounge out a bit." He said calmly, glancing at you, Your cheeks turned visibly red.

"What? If you can't even take this much imagine how hard it would be to take my cock--" you gave up and smacked him for saying that. "Hey!! It was only upto a point!!" You frowned.

Michael kaiser:

He preferred reading in silence or when someone wasn't there. And if someone was there he'd hope that they would pretend they aren't there by not breathing, not seeing, not hearing, not saying, so that nothing could disturb him. Kaiser glanced at you, you weren't talking or breathing too loud. But what you were doing made him pull his glasses off.

"I get only fifteen minutes free before a second match on my third hour of being awake, and this is what you do when I'm free?" He asked, like he was mocking you but you only continued, letting that vanilla drip down your chin to your neck, and down to your collar bones. Melting slowly till it slides into your shirt and relaxes inside your hardened tits.

Kaiser leans back when you only tilt your head in confusion "what's that supposed to mean? I'm just eating. Want me to starve?" You asked sarcastically. Kaiser huffed loudly, but he placed his book down. You licked the popsicle from its tip, like a cat, "enjoying?" He asked, getting up from his seat and walking up towards you.

You tensed up visibly. "Yeah, thank you for buying me this" you smiled sweetly, leaning up to kiss his cheek which he by the way didn't wash for a whole week after that. He nods slowly, just standing before you, "so you just wanna suck my dick?" He asked boldly making you choke. He laughed lightly. "Um...??? No?? I'm literally only eating a popsicle-- leave me alone-" he rolls his eyes at your cheap explanation. "Save it, get on your knees. I know you." He said simply, you looked at him in shock and embarrassment. "You were doing that on purpose" He signaled at your mouthing to the popsicle. You shook your head, "w-whaaaaaat?? No way--" "just get down, schatz I don't have all day." He pulls his hair back. "I've been wanting some release too yknow." He seats himself down next to you.

Before you know it you're on your knees, leaning down south and he chuckles lightly, "got you didn't I?" He grins. Your cheeks flushed "whatever. You fell for it."

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yoonlyhan · 1 day ago

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ in which teen!itoshi sae interrupts someone who was confessing to you

“fuck off, you dunce face.“

your jaw drop.

teen!itoshi sae appears behind you with a soccer he's holding against his hips. it was already after school and he probably just finished practicing. sae was still wearing that bored expression of his.

“d-dunce face?!” the boy in front of you exclaimed.

sae raised one of his eyebrow. “yeah, you. do you want me to grab a mirror just so you could see your—”

“sae!“ you immediately tap his back, though you might have slapped his back instead with how sudden you act.

saw responded with his brows furrowed and his eyes glaring at you. “why did you slap me?”

you forced a smile at him then you turned your head back to the boy you were talking to... and the boy who had been picking on you lately. you don't even know why he started picking on you. and right now, everything had been explains why.

the corner of your lips dropped. “we're leaving.” you said to the boy.

you turn your head back to sae and when you saw that he's now glaring at the boy, you immediately turned him around with your hand still on his back to walk away from the scene.

“i-i'm not done talking! why are you leaving me here?!” you heard the boy shout but you didn't feel him running towards you so you and sae continued walking.

the boy must've feel so embarrassed. especially when he just—

“sae, put your hand down.” you grabbed his raised hand that was showing only his middle finger. “don't be childish.” you said.

“you should tell him that instead to me.”

“you should have not interfere. that was unnecessary.”

“what, you're gonna let him bully you again?” sae scoffed, eyes sliding down to look at your hand still holding his wrist. “you should've told me in the first place then so that i can avoid you when i see you with him.”

oh please let someone help you coax a sulking sae.

”sae.”

he didn't respond and just kept on walking.

“sae.” you called out again.

“what now?” he said under his breath. “you disappointed that i interrupted him confessing his love for you?”

you pursed your lips then sighed. “that's a dramatic way to say it but no. i'm not dissapointed.” you feel him looking at you. “i'm hella relieve for your rude mouth. i would've never know how respond to him.”

you had an idea the reason why that boy was only picking on you. but you would've never know he had the guts to confess to you after that. it's making your skin crawl just by thinking about it again.

you look at sae. his head was slightly tilted upward while he stares at you, his eyes seemingly... amused.

“he's the rude one. he's such a fucking pipsqueak. bullying you just because he likes you? what an asshole.” he scowled.

or not. he's definitely dissapointed.

“language, sae. what would the teacher say about you when they hear you cursing?”you hissed. “but... i have no idea too. i just want to avoid him for as long as i could.” you sighed tiredly.

“if he does that again, just curse at him.” sae smirked. “he'll definitely cry.”

you furrowed at him and shakes your head. “no, i'll just talk to him again tomorrow. i'll properly reject him by then.”

“oh? let's do it tomorrow after class. i have no practice tomorrow.”

“what do you mean by that?” you narrowed your eyes at him.

he smirked then starts to walk away. “i'll be coming too. i want to see how he reacts when he gets rejected by his crush.”

your eyes linger on his back for a moment while thinking of what he just said. the only thing you could do is shake your head slowly as a smile crept on your face.

“whatever you say, sae.” you shake your head.

masterlist ♡

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celabi · 12 hours ago

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 / 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

5k words pwsp, face riding/sitting, pussy eating, subby/bottom sae. errr basically he’s down bad for ur kitty and is obsessed w/you.

sae itoshi isn't the type to do grand gestures. he doesn't believe in clichés or over the top romance. but today, he walks with you in silence, hands in his pockets, that same bored expression on his face, though his steps are slower, like he's trying to match your lazy pace.

you don't question it when he pulls open the door to a sleek, minimalistic jewelry store. the kind with glass cases, soft lighting, and prices no one talks about out loud.

"what are we doing here?" you ask, glancing around.

"looking." he says, short and vague, like always. but you can see the way his eyes dart across the displays, landing on one case in particular.

he doesn't ask for help. just walks straight over and stares down at a ring. simple. gold. nothing flashy. just elegant enough to catch the light. and when you peer over his shoulder from behind, curiosity bubbled in your chest. "for your mom or something?"

he doesn't answer. instead, he nods curtly towards the attendant, and just says, "that one."

the woman behind the counter lifts it carefully and asks if he would like to have it gift wrapped, but all he does is casts you a quick side glance, his expression unreadable.

"no," he says. "she'll be wearing it out."

your head snaps up as you blink. "what?"

sae finally turns to look at you, and that's when you see that flicker of something behind those icey blue eyes of his. something unspoken. he takes the ring before gently reaching out for your hand. his touch is soft as he lightly traces your knuckles.

"just wear it," he mutters, sliding it onto your ring finger. "you don't have to say anything."

it fits perfectly, and you really don't know what to say as you trail behind him when he approaches the register, the soft click of his shoes echoing through the otherwise quiet boutique. he pulls out his black card like it's nothing, like it doesn't scream power and wealth and a life far removed from the normal lifestyle.

the cashier takes it with two inviting hands, overly polite, overly cautious. she also flutters her long eyelashes and bites her plump lip, but you don't care enough to comment on her overly flirtatious attitude, and neither does he. you say nothing, instead just standing there, staring at the expensive ring now on your finger.

he doesn't look at you while he signs the receipt, he just accepts the small bag she hands him with the box inside, the one the ring would've come in, then tosses it to you without looking.

"keep it." he says, and you catch it clumsily, the bag crinkling in your hand.

outside, he doesn't wait. just walks ahead with that slow, bored saunter of his, like he didn't just do something incredibly intimate in the most casual way possible.

"you always this quiet after buying a girl a ¥300,000 ring?" you ask, jogging to catch up.

he glances at you out of the corner of his eye. "don't need to buy anyone anything."

"so why me?"

he shrugs. "because you're mine."

you go quiet, hating how your heart beats faster in your chest. stupid sae...

"you gonna run now?" he asks, voice low.

you look down at the ring. turn it once, then twice, examining the shine of the jewel.

"...no." you reply after a small pause.

he doesn't smile out right, but you catch the twitch of his lip. just the barest hint, and for someone like sae, that's practically a confession in itself.

the walk back to his car is quiet, but it's not all that uncomfortable. his fingers brush yours a few times, like he's debating whether or not to hold your hand. he doesn't though. typical sae. always wanting, never asking.

you sit in the passenger seat of his sleek, black mercedes benz, the city lights sliding over his delicate face like soft curtains as he navigates through the streets. you catch him glancing at you a few times as he drives, nothing too obvious, just that subtle, sidelong look he thinks you won't notice.

you finally decide to speak up after some awkward silence when he pulls into the parking lot of his apartment, "you didn't even ask if i liked it."

he drums his fingers on the steering wheel, eyes on the gate as it's slowly being opened by the security. "didn't need to."

"what if i didn't?"

"you did... you do."

you scoff under your breath, but you don't take the ring off. you haven't stopped turning it on your finger since he put it there. when he pulls into the parking garage under his building, neither of you move for a second. the car engine ticks as it cools down, the quietness becomes heavy between you.

"so," you say, voice light. "what now? am i supposed to move in or something? cook you dinner, massage your shoulders?"

he looks at you, almost like he's trying to see something beneath your skin.

"...preferably, but you can do whatever you want," he says, leaning back in his seat. "except taking the ring off."

"is that a rule?"

"it's a warning."

you raise a brow. "so you're threatening me now?"

"no." his voice drops a little. "just... don't want to lose you."

the walk through the garage is quick, and the elevator ride feels like a blur, the soft hum of the machinery barely audible between the tension thickening the air. sae stands just a bit too close, his shoulder grazing yours as he presses the button for the floor. he doesn't need to say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you. it's like he's measuring you, trying to see if you'll pull away or stay in his space.

when the elevator dings, the doors open to reveal his apartment, and it's exactly what you expect, luxurious, pristine, almost unnervingly perfect. the marble floors gleam under the soft lighting, casting a glow that makes the place look like something out of a movie. everything is so clean, so meticulously placed.

even the air smells expensive, it's almost intoxicating, a sharp contrast to your own home scent which is filled with laundry detergent and fresh food, but it's not entirely unwelcoming. it just feels like the kind of space where you're meant to be admired.

he holds the door open for you, just a small gesture, but there's an undeniable possessiveness in it. like he's claiming the space and now he's claiming you too. you step inside, taking in the layout with a curious gaze.

everything is in its place. the living room is sleek, with low leather sofas and a wall of glass that overlooks the city below. a few paintings hang in carefully chosen spots, but none of them draw your attention as much as the emptiness of the room. he's a minimalist. or maybe just hasn't had the time to go furniture shopping after returning from spin.

sae closes and locks the door behind him, stepping into the apartment like it's nothing new, but you can see the way his body tenses. it's almost like he's waiting for your approval, waiting to see what you think of his space.

"make yourself at home." he says, it sounding more like a command than an offer.

you nod, taking a seat on the couch, not exactly sure what to do with yourself in this perfectly curated world of his. you trace the edge of the coffee table, running your fingers over the smooth surface. everything about this place screams power and control, but you don't feel like you belong here. not yet, anyway.

sae, however, doesn't sit down. he stands a few feet away, hands in his pockets, eyes locked on you.

"you like it?" he asks, voice soft but serious, like he needs the validation from you.

"it's nice," you say casually, glancing around. "a little... sterile."

he chuckles under his breath, walking over to the bar and grabbing himself a drink. sae was more accustomed to pouring himself a glass of whiskey than to catering to the needs of guests. "i... don't like clutter."

you watch him move and the easy confidence with which he handles himself. but there's a tension in the way he stands. like there's something he's trying to keep under control, something he's not showing you just yet.

"you don't like a lot of things." you sigh, trying to break the ice, even if it's just a little.

he looks at you over his shoulder, a faint smile curling on his lips. "you'd be surprised."

for a moment, you almost want to ask what exactly he's trying to hide, what's underneath all the wealth, the luxury, the polished exterior. but instead, you just lean back against the couch and let the silence settle between you. something tells you that he'll show you eventually.

he moves over and sits beside on you couch like he doesn't know what to do with himself, elbows on his knees, leaning slightly forward, eyes flickering toward you every few seconds before darting away again. for once, itoshi sae doesn't look like the calculated prodigy everyone sees on the field. he looks... awkward, and... lame.

his fingers brush against your side, ghosting over the hem of your shirt. not enough to grab, just enough for you to feel the contact. and he keeps doing it, like he's testing the waters, seeing how far he can go before you pull away. he's not cocky now. not smug. he's quiet. careful. and when his knuckles bump against your hip, he finally wraps his fingers around the fabric, not tightly, but like he needs something to hold onto.

you glance at him, and his eyes meet yours for a split second before he looks away again, jaw tense. he's trying so hard to keep his cool, but his foot is bouncing ever so slightly against the floor, and his grip on your shirt tightens the longer the silence stretches.

"you're weird tonight." you murmur.

he exhales a soft laugh, barely a breath. "you're in my house."

"so?"

"you've never been here before." his voice is low, almost like it's something he's been thinking about all night. "it feels different."

you raise an eyebrow. "different how?"

he shrugs, still playing with the hem of your shirt. "don't know. just... like you belong here."

you blink, thrown off by the way he said it. so quietly. so honestly, and now he's looking at you again. eyes sharp but unsure, like he wants to say something else but doesn't know how.

you shift a little closer, and he doesn't move away. his hand slides up your waist, like he's waiting for you to stop him. but you don't, so he keeps going, hand resting just at the curve of your side. he's watching your face for a reaction, lips parted like he's about to say something, then decides against it.

"you can do more than just play with my shirt, y'know." you whisper.

his ears go a little red. and then finally, his expression shifts. that familiar spark returns, just a flicker of confidence in his eyes. his hand tightens, and he pulls you a little closer, his voice low and rough.

"don't say that unless you mean it."

he leans in slightly, his breath brushing against your cheek, and for a moment, you think he might pull away again. but he doesn't. his hand slides up your side, fingertips grazing the edge of your shirt before he hesitates, just for a second. the uncertainty is still there, but there's a heat building between you two, like everything he's been holding back is finally getting too much to contain.

you're so close and the tension is almost unbearable. his lips part as if he's about to speak, but the words die in his throat when you move closer, just enough to close the gap. sae's gaze darkens, pupils widening as his breath hitches, the moment stretching like it's going to break any second.

then, before either of you can think twice, he's kissing you. it's rough at first, his hand moving quickly to your neck, pulling you into him like he's afraid you'll slip away if he lets go. his lips are warm and hungry, and it's all a little messy, but it's real. there's a desperation to it, a need you haven't seen much of from him before.

you respond, your own hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your fingertips. sae's body presses into yours, as if there's no space between you left to breathe. he deepens the kiss, his fingers griping the back of your neck, tugging you closer as though he can't get enough of you. you feel him shiver against you, like he's struggling to keep his composure, like he wants to be in control, but you're slowly taking that power from him, and he's completely fine with it.

his kiss becomes softer for a moment, more tender, as if he's realizing that this is actually happening. that he's not just imagining it. he pulls away just enough to look at you, his chest rising and falling with every breath, eyes dark with desire but also... something else. something deeper.

"fuck," he mutters, almost to himself. "you drive me fucking insane."

you hum softly, fingers brushing against the side of his sharp jaw. "mm? kind of embarrassing, honestly..."

he chuckles, that small, familiar arrogance returning to his face, but there's still a hint of vulnerability. "can't help it when it's you."

you're both breathless now, but for the first time in a long time, you don't need to say anything. the silence between you speaks volumes. and in that moment, you realize that whatever this is, whatever he is, it's not just about playing soccer together anymore.

sae breathed softly as he felt your body nestle against his own, your frame fitting perfectly into the hard planes of his lap. he could feel the soft swell of your breasts pressed against his firm chest, and the warmth of your breath mingling with his own as you gazed down at him through your pretty lashes

"god... you're so fucking beautiful..." he murmured, his voice a low whisper. sae couldn't take his eyes off you, his teal gaze drinking in every detail of your face, the arch of your eyebrows, those glossy lips that parted slightly as if inviting him to kiss.

he knew he should slow down, should give you time to adjust to his devotion, but the feel of your body so close to his own was intoxicating, and he found himself powerless to resist the pull he had towards you.

slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, he leaned in closer, his breath mixing with yours as he hovered just an inch away from your lips. "tell me to stop," he whispered, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. "tell me you don't want this, and I will." he searched your eyes, his own gaze intense and demanding. "but if you don't..."

"...if i don't?"

he felt a thrill run through him at your breathless whisper, the way your lips parted slightly as if in anticipation of what he has to offer.

"if you don't..." he murmurs, his voice a low and seductive rumble. "then i'm going to bend you over this couch and—" he sucks in a breath.

instead of finishing, his hand slides from your hip to the small of your back, pressing you closer against him. you could feel the hard, muscular tone of his body, the heat of his skin seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt. his other hand cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a soft caress.

"just... tell me you want it too," sae breathes, his eyes searching yours. "tell me you crave me much as I crave you." he was so close now, his lips a mere whisper away from your own. "let me worship you as you deserve to be worshipped."

with that, he closed the remaining distance between you, his mouth capturing yours in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of pent up longing and desire, of a hunger that could only be tamed by the taste of your lips. his kiss was demanding and insistent, his tongue delving into the warm cavern of your mouth to claim you fully as his own.

"ah.. s-sae..."

he groaned softly against your mouth as he heard you breathe out his name, the sound sending a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to his pants. his hand slid from your spine to hold the back of your head and deepen the kiss. he licked into your mouth, his tongue stroking along yours that left you both breathless and aching.

his other hand slid down to the hem of your top, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric to caress the bare skin of your lower back. he could feel the heat of your body radiating against his own, and it made his fucking head spin.

he pulled back slightly, his chest heaving as he gazed up at you with eyes dark and heavy lidded. "get up. now," he growled, his voice rough with need. without waiting for a response, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards the hallway that led to what you assume to be his bedroom.

the room was dark, the only light coming from the glowing madrid night skyline visible through the floor to ceiling windows. sae kicked the door shut behind him before carrying you to the large, king sized bed that dominated the entire space. too big for one person.

he set you down gently on the soft mattress, his body covering yours as he settled between your parted thighs. sae hovered over you, his eyes blazing with intensity as he gazed down at your face.

"[name]..." he breathed, his voice a low murmur. his hand slid up your side, his fingers skimming over the curves of your breast before cupping the soft mounds in his large, calloused palm. he could feel your nipple hardening beneath the thin fabric of your top, and it made his crotch tighten in his jeans.

"tell me what you want," he urged softly, his thumb brushing over the peak of your breast. "tell me how to please you, and I will."

"..." you swallow, idly tracing his knuckles with your fingers. "anything you want, sae."

a small, shuddering breath fell from his parted lips at at your quiet murmur, a glint of pure satisfaction in his eyes. "fuck yes..." he pretty much sobbed, and without warning, lunged forward and captured your lips in another kiss. his mouth moved demandingly over yours, his tongue delving deep past your teeth.

his hands slid down to the hem of your top, yanking it up and over your head in one impatient motion. he tossed it carelessly to the floor, his gaze drinking in the sight of your newly exposed skin with a hunger that made your heart pound.

"fuck... you're so perfect." he breathed, his large hands cupping the soft swells of your breasts. he tested their weight, squeezing gently as he leaned down to press open mouthed kisses along the smooth flesh. his tongue flicked out to circle your stiffening nipple, teasing the sensitive peak until it strained towards his touch.

his mouth closed around your nipple, suckling greedily as his hand slid down the plane of your stomach. his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your pants, teasing along the edge of your panties.

he could feel the heat radiating from you, could sense the dampness that had begun to gather at the juncture of your thighs. it made his cock throb in his boxers, his own arousal growing more unbearable by the second.

"fuck, sweetheart, i—" he groaned against your breast, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. "i wanna taste you... please..."

his fingers pushed your panties aside, his thumb finding your clit and circling the sensitive nub, and at the same time, he nipped and sucked at your nipple. so hard it almost made you want to tell him that you couldn't produce milk. lmao

sae's fingers slid lower, brushing against your slit before, without any warning, shoved one deep inside your tight heat, and groaned at the feel of you. so hot and ready for him as he began to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt relentlessly.

your thighs clench around his hand, dropping your head back a small mewl falls from your lips. it... hurts. sae isn't go slow in the slightest, with his knuckles grinding against your clit with each fast thrust of his fingers. thankfully, he's not wearing those rings that he likes to send you photos of on his veiny hands.

"...want to sit on my face?"

your eyes flutter open after having them screwn shut as his fingers stretch open your insides. "h-huh?"

he let out a choked shudder, those gorgeous eyes of his almost glossy. "ride my face. please... i want it so bad— need it."

"..." you swallow, gripping the sheets under your shaking hands. "...yeah? i can?"

his head snapped up at your hesitant question, eyes glistening. "yes," he coos, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. "god, yes, you can."

he urged you up his body, his hands gripping your hips as he lies back against the pillows and guided you to straddle his face, the feel of your crotch hovering so close to his mouth making his head spin, making his dizzy.

"you're going to sit on my face," he shuddered, his breath hot against your folds. "and... and you're gonna ride my tongue until you're all i taste for the next week... please."

sae's hand slid to your thigh, his fingers digging into the soft skin as he spread your legs wider apart, baring you completely to his eyes. he could see the glistening evidence of your arousal, and the way your juices had begun to coat the skin on your inner thighs. "goddd... so fucking wet," he breathed, his voice just a low whisper. "so ready for me, aren't you, baby?"

his fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, a low groan of frustration escaping his lips as he struggled to free himself from the confining denim. his erection was borderline painful, and his aching cock was straining against the zipper and demanding to be released. to be touched. "oh... fuck sake—"

after a small, one sided tussle that he almost lost, he finally manages to yank the button open, freeing his straining hard on from his too tight pants. he shimmies his hips, and with the help of the mattress, is able shove his jeans the rest of the way down his thighs. instantly, his hand is cupping the thick bulge of his cock, squeezing his length through the thin and damp fabric of his calvin klein boxers.

"sit down." he pants, gazing up at you over your pelvis through his glittering lashes, "sit like a chair... don't— don't ask if i can breathe. just sit down."

his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, urging you down, down, until the first swipe of his tongue parted your glistening folds and he groaned long and low against your core.

"fuck, mm— you taste—" he sobs, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through your sensitive insides. "i could eat this pretty cunt for, mmfph— h-hours..."

he sealed his mouth over your clit and suckled hard, his tongue flicking rapidly over the bundle of nerves. at the same time, he thrust his tongue deep inside your walls, fucking you with the slick appendage as he drank down your juices like a man who had been denied water for months.

sae's free, trembling hand slid around to grip the globe of your ass, urging you to grind harder against his mouth. he could feel your thighs trembling against his face, could hear the breathless little moans and cries that spilled from your lips as his tongue fucked you relentlessly.

he couldn't hold back the guttural moan that tore from his throat when he slipped past the waistline of his underwear and finally freed his aching cock from the pocket of his boxers. the thick and twitching shaft sprang out, slapping against his abdomen and leaving a small smear of pre cum on his skin.

sae groaned around your clit as he felt your body start to tremble above him, your muscles tensing and fluttering. he could sense the way your hips began to undulate, grinding your dripping core against his mouth and nose as if seeking more of his touch.

"mhm— that's it, baby," he squeezes his eyes closed tight, tears pooling on his lash line. "so fffucking good f'me..."

his fingers dug into the cheek of your ass, kneading the muscle as he pulled you harder against his face like he wanted to consume you, to devour you whole, to make you his in every way that was humanly possible.

at the same time, he could feel his own release building, his cock throbbing hard and hot in his grip as he stroked himself in time with the frenzied movements of his tongue. so close, so fucking close, and he knew you were too.

the way your walls began to flutter around his invading muscle, the way he could taste the first gush of your arousal as it flooded his mouth. he whimpered pathetically, his hips bucking up into nothing as his hand erratically pumped up and down his red and angry cock.

"gmmm... gonna cum—" despite his words being muffled by your sex, you hear the pure and animalistic tone in his words. you reach down between your quivering thighs and tangle your fingers in his sweaty hair, tugging on the burgundy strands slightly.

he sobs, eyes fluttering open to gaze up at you hazily through his begging eyes. "p-please, fill up my mouth—" he pleads, nails digging into your skin hard enough to indent some moon shaped crescents into your flesh.

you grip the headboard and stare down at him over the slope of your breasts, biting the inside of your cheek as he begs pathetically for you to orgasm. this... this is japan's prodigy? this boy, humping the air and fucking his hand as he goes to town on the city between your legs? this boy?

"s-sae..." you murmur, slightly embarrassed by the small tremor in your tone. you swallow, lifting your hips off his face slightly. and he looks like he's about to cry as his mouth is forcefully unlatched from your pussy, but he doesn't get the chance to when you wordlessly drop back down and grind your folds against his mouth and nose.

that's all it takes.

a raw and somewhat pitiful sound raptures from his scratchy throat, and with a few more pumps from his hand, sae is cumming. hard.

"fuck— oh fuckkkk—!"

his entire body was coiled tight, every muscle drawing up as he teetered on the rope of ecstasy, he cried out, his hips bucking wildly as his orgasm overtook him. thick ropes of cum erupted from the swollen head of his cock, splattering his chest and abdomen as he rutted his hips against his own hand. some of it even manages to squirt against your back.

tears finally begin to leak from his eyes, gliding down his pale, flawless cheeks and staining the silk pillow underneath his head. his chest heaves under you, his mouth still latched onto your clit.

you stare down at him, eyes slightly narrowing at the sight of his limp and pliant body. "um, e-excuse me...?"

he hums at your quiet words, eyes flickering up, now only lazily flicking his tongue against your salvia coated folds. his hand is still gripping your ass, but much less harshly than before. his fingers are lightly caressing the marks he had given you. "mm, baby? so good, thank you..."

you shake your head, tugging his hair and emitting a small groan from his lips. "w-what...? what'd i do..?" he whispers, only barely audible from under you.

"...it's not what you did..." you scoff. "it's what you didn't do."

there's visible confusion in his hazy eyes, and he lightly taps your hip in a silent question.

"...you haven't made me cum yet."

he blinks. a deeper red hue spreading over his already flushed face. "f— oh..." he gulps, eyes flickering down to your cunt resting on his chin, then back up to your expecting look.

he nods. "y-you're right... m' sorry." he murmurs, releasing his cock, which thuds against his abdomen, still red and leaking, so he can place both hands on your ass. he squeezes the flesh in his palms, kneading it under his calloused fingers.

"sorry, baby..." he repeats, tilting his chin up and pressing his nose back against your dripping core.

"let me... let me fix that."

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kuronarnze · 15 hours ago

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Hello may i request blue lock characters of your choice with a s/o who is horrible chef as solomon from obey me but she likes her own cooking?

a/n: thank you sosososo much for requesting ! I kinda rushed in this one, so im sorry if there are any mistakes, i hope you enjoy the oneshot!

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Bluelock boys with a s/o who is a horrible chef

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Itoshi Sae

- “Are you trying to poison me?”

- He stares at the plate like it insulted his entire family.

- One bite and his soul leaves his body.

- “What the hell is this flavor? Metallic battery acid??”

- Lowkey traumatized but lets you eat it with a horrified expression.

- Still loves you—just never lets you cook again.

- He’ll subtly drag you to restaurants every time: “Let’s eat out. Again. Please.”

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Itoshi Rin

- He wants to believe in you. He really does.

- You hand him a cute bento and say, “I made it with love!”

- One bite and he’s coughing like he just inhaled a ghost pepper dipped in motor oil.

- “This is… not edible.”

- But then you go, “Really? I think it’s kinda good!” and happily take a bite.

- He stares in disbelief as you smile like it's the best dish ever.

- Wonders if you're secretly immortal.

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Isagi Yoichi

- He’s the nicest about it. Tries to chew with a smile.

- But his eyes are SCREAMING.

- “Ahaha… it’s… unique?”

- Honestly thinks it’s his fault. “Maybe my taste buds are off today…”

- Cries internally every time you bring out your “special homemade katsu curry.”

- Will definitely try to teach you how to cook without hurting your feelings.

- “Let's cook together next time, okay?” (Please let him save you both.)

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Michael Kaiser

- Dramatic af.

- Takes one bite and flops onto the couch like he’s dying.

- “You’ve ended me. This is how I go out. Death by love.”

- Complains the entire time but never refuses your cooking outright.

- Secretly finds it endearing… but swears vengeance on your stove.

- Might try to “accidentally” break your kitchen tools.

- “Oops. Guess we’ll have to order in, liebe.”

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Kunigami Rensuke (before Wild Card)

- He’s the kind who wants to believe in you.

- Takes a big bite like a brave warrior.

- Regrets it instantly but powers through.

- “It’s… definitely food.”

- The way you beam at him makes him continue eating. He’s in pain but won’t stop.

- Might try to guide you gently: “Hey, maybe we can try a new recipe together next time?”

- Sweet boy. Protect him.

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Mikage Reo

- Gourmet taste. Pain.

- The first bite almost sends him into a coma.

- “You… actually like this?”

- Tries to gently offer to cook for you instead.

- “Next time, how about I surprise you with dinner?”

- Starts treating you to private chefs and luxury meals in hopes you’ll never enter the kitchen again.

- Will absolutely pretend your food was “interesting” at parties just to hype you up.

- “No one else could’ve made that… whatever it was.”

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Shidou Ryusei

- Sees your “creation” and grins like it’s a challenge.

- “Hell yeah. This looks like it could kill a man.”

- Takes a HUGE bite with zero hesitation.

- Five seconds later, he’s foaming at the mouth like he just licked battery acid.

- “It’s… so awful… I love it.”

- Absolutely unhinged—he finds your cursed cooking fun.

- “You’re a menace, babe. Let’s open a restaurant and scare people.”

- Would proudly name your dish “Doom Delight” and offer it to Rin just to watch the drama.

- May ask you to pack it in his lunch just to freak out teammates.

- “You’re perfect. Psychotic. Dangerous. I’m in love."

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Tysm for reading! and omg obey me mentioned 😈

Please feel free to request ! (I need requests 😓) Have a nice day 🫶🌹

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mixolya · 1 day ago

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HIIIII LYAAAAAA uhm so im a reaally bigbigbig fan of your sae x reader works (and that very yummy series of itoshi sae x reader) UHMM can i request a oneshot of sae x reader?? Soooo i dont actually know if your inbox is open or not so feel free to ignore/delete this request.

Could i request a oneshot where the reader LOVESSS sae with his choppy bangs down? And the reader ALWAYS goes like cuteness aggression and sae would always pretend to not care and all but then like after some time, sae would like start to put his bangs down around the reader?? IM SORRY IS THIS WAS WAYYY TOO SPECIFIC, once again feel free to ignoree, don't forget to take rests and stay hydrated !! 💗😈

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi: sad little prince !

synopsis: in which sae itoshi pretends he doesn't care, but he cares so much.

sae itoshi x reader ⭑ fluff / sae with his bangs down !! + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: thank you sm <33 i'll keep that in mind and start writing more for sae than for rin HEHE (i can't.) thank you for the request i hope ur doing well!!

you don't really remember when it started. maybe the first time he stepped out of the shower with his bangs sticking to his forehead and you shrieked like you'd seen a baby duck and a cinnamon roll have a child. all you know is that the moment you laid eyes on sae itoshi with his bangs down, your brain short-circuited.

"AUGH. WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE A SAD LITTLE PRINCE," you screamed, grabbing at your own hair. "i wanna BITE you."

he blinked at you, towel in hand. "you're weird."

"no because your face- your face, sae," you gasped, as if in pain. "it's like i'm seeing a rare pokemon. you're SOOO cute!!"

he walked away.

but not before you noticed the tips of his ears turning red.

⭑

from then on, it became a game. you seeing his bangs fall down = screaming like a child. him = pretending it annoyed him (fails).

you'd swat at his forehead while he styled them back. "traitor. i loved you for your bangs."

"not because i cook your eggs right?"

"no. i love you because your bangs make you look like a boy who's never known warmth until me."

he would sigh. "touch grass."

but the next time you facetimed, his hair was suspiciously fluffy. unstyled. bangs hanging slightly over his eyes.

you sat up. "hold up."

"what."

"wait-"

"it's humid."

you squinted. "is this a gift?"

he scoffed. "delusional."

but he didn't turn the camera off.

⭑

it started happing more and more.

you'd come over after work, and he'd be on the couch, hoodie half on, bangs falling into his lashes as he looked up from his phone. and you'd melt into the floor like ice cream.

"stop looking at me like that," he'd mutter.

"i can't help it," you'd whimper dramatically, climbing over him to squish his cheeks. "you look like a softie who listens to mitski and feeds stray cats."

he'd roll his eyes. "i literally just elbowed a guy in training ten minutes ago."

"yeah right. did you ever cry to lana del ray?"

you kissed his forehead, he didn't flinch.

⭑

one day, he came over late. hoodie on, hair slightly damp from a shower, bangs down.

you were sitting on the floor in your pyjamas, and he walked in quietly like he hadn't just chosen violence against your soul.

you stared.

he didn't say anything, just grabbed a water bottle and sat next to you. "sae," you whispered, poking his knee."

"mm?"

"you did it on purpose."

he shrugged.

"sae."

"what."

"i think i love you even more when you look like a sad little prince."

he turned to you and smiled softly. then, actually leaned into your shoulder. let his bangs brush your cheek.

"i know."

#mixolya!#itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae imagines #itoshi sae fluff #bllk imagines #bllk x reader #sae itoshi imagines #sae itoshi fluff

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megumismyhusband · 8 hours ago

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bllk boys with a curly haired s/o‪‪ ❤︎‬

rin itoshi:

rin loves watching you do your hair but pretends not to care. still, he always ends up staring when you’re fixing it in front of a mirror.

he has your hair routine memorized just in case you ever forget something while traveling.

he gets grumpy if anyone else touches your hair. it’s a “him-only” privilege, and no, he won’t explain why.

sae itoshi:

sae likes running his fingers through your curls when you’re cuddling. it’s soothing for him, even though he knows it messes up your hair.

when you fall asleep in his lap, he absently plays with your curls while scrolling on his phone.

he buys you silk pillowcases because he overheard you mention how they’re good for your hair.

seishiro nagi:

nagi loves your curls because he thinks they’re soft and fun to squish. sometimes he buries his face in your hair whenever he’s sleepy.

he lets you rest your head on his shoulder and absentmindedly twirls your curls around his fingers like it’s second nature.

nagi asks you to do little pieces of his hair after watching you do yours — and if you do, he’ll proudly show reo like it’s a huge achievement.

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kxsagi · 2 days ago

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Heyy😜

Can we have a hc of blue lock guys (itoshi bros, goatsagi, shidou, aiku, karasu+ whoever you want to add) with a s/o who refuses to hug them after winning a game b/c they're sweaty. It's not that they don't want to hug them it's just that they hate the feeling of it (sweat) yk? I love my boys but I don't want to hug their sweaty ahh😔🙏

“𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐭”

a/n: i love my bf (fiance) too much, isagi still gets a hug even if he’s all sweaty

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, shidou ryusei, aiku oliver, karasu tabito, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael

itoshi rin

you know rin has no chill, but when he sees you cheering from the sidelines, he finally looks like he’s about to cry from joy. he scored. they won. you’re here.

he jogs over, breathless, and opens his arms like he’s in a drama. there’s literal slow-mo happening in his head. background music. sparkles.

you don’t move. in fact, you take a step back.

“… don’t hug me.”

“what.”

“you’re sweaty.”

he literally just stands there like a sim who got cancelled mid-interaction. music cuts out. sparkles gone.

“i just won. for you.”

“i know, and i’m so proud, but i don’t want to feel your back sweat.”

rin turns around and storms off, muttering things like: “i hate this stupid sport.” “why do humans even sweat. this is evolution’s fault.” “i’m gonna buy a new girlfriend on amazon.”

refuses to speak to you until you let him smush his post-shower wet hair on your cheek.

still texts you later like: "u rlly chose sweat over love."

itoshi sae

sae walks off the field like a cover model in a gatorade commercial – sweat glistening, hair pushed back, that half-lidded “i’m too good for this” expression.

everyone’s cheering, but he only has eyes for you.

… he doesn’t go for a hug, though. because he knows. he’s lived this.

“let me guess,” he says flatly, “i’m gross and you hate me.”

“i love you,” you smile sweetly. “i just hate your… moistness.”

“you act like i rolled in sewage.”

“sae, there’s a visible streak of salt down your temple.”

he tugs his towel off and mimes dabbing himself dramatically, like: “is this better, your highness?”

you give him a thumbs up.

he scoffs and mutters “fake fan,” but the next day on his story he posts a pic of you and captions it: “she supports me until i’m damp.” (he puts the 🧂 emoji too.)

isagi yoichi

isagi is literally jogging toward you like a golden retriever in a romcom. huge smile. arms wide. tears in his eyes.

you love him. you really do. but his jersey is clinging to his body like plastic wrap.

“don’t touch me.”

he STOPS. mid-step. like someone paused the game.

“huh?? why??”

“yoichi, your entire chest is glistening.”

“but that’s because i worked hard for us!! i even scored for you!!”

you hold up your hands like a traffic cop.

“i love the goal. i love you. but you’re currently leaking. i can’t do it.”

he frowns like you just told him santa isn’t real.

pouts the entire time during interviews.

tells reporters, “i played well, but my girlfriend hates me.”

later, after showering, he wraps himself around you like a blanket burrito and says: “i’m dry now. do you love me again?”

you kiss him.

he goes, “thank god. i almost cried.”

shidou ryusei

shidou is sprinting full speed toward you with the most evil look in his eye.

his jersey is already off. he throws it in the air.

“GET READY, BABY, I’M GONNA TACKLE YOU WITH LOVE–”

“NO YOU’RE NOT.”

you turn and book it like you’re running from the cops.

he chases you across the turf like it’s tag in hell.

“shidou, i’m begging you, you smell like hot dog water–”

“LOVE HAS NO NOSE, SWEETHEART.”

when he finally catches you, you scream like it’s a horror film. he wraps his arms around you, face pressed into your hair.

“ew ew ew ew–”

“mmmm you feel so nice. so clean. so dry. i love you so much, my squeaky lil love sponge.”

“you’re disgusting.”

“you like it.”

you don’t.

he licks your cheek.

you punt him into a water cooler.

aiku oliver

aiku just finished playing like his life depended on it, hair dripping with sweat, jersey clinging to his body in all the right (and wrong) places. he’s grinning like he just won the lottery.

“babe,” he breathes, walking over, “get over here and give your man some love–”

you take one look at him and take a full step back. “absolutely not.”

he blinks. “what.”

“you’re literally glistening.”

“exactly.”

“no, oliver. you look like a glazed ham.”

he gasps like you just slapped him across the face with a sock.

“i just gave my all for this team. i am dripping with effort. and you’re rejecting me?”

“you’re dripping with back sweat, oliver. you’re stewing in your own broth.”

“my broth is sexy.”

“your broth smells like damp socks and overconfidence.”

he places a hand on his heart and stumbles backwards like he’s been shot.

later, after he’s showered, cologned, and moisturized like a VS angel, you finally open your arms and he collapses into them with a dramatic sigh.

“i missed you so much. my post-game trauma is your fault.”

“you’ll live.”

“barely.”

karasu tabito

karasu sprints toward you like a man on a mission. he’s covered in sweat, grinning like a maniac, already reaching out for a hug like it’s a reflex.

you dodge. he skids to a stop.

“whoa wait. where you going?”

“away from the damp zone.”

“damp zone?? this is the zone of victory!”

you hold out your arms to block him like you’re directing traffic.

“tabi baby, i swear, if you hug me like that, i’ll feel your sweat soaking through my shirt and i’ll pass out.”

“so dramatic.” he crosses his arms, sweat literally flying off. “sweat is just spicy water. it’s the seasoning of success.”

“you smell like a gym sock that fought for its life.”

he mock collapses onto the field, arms splayed. “and yet i’m still unloved… betrayed in my moment of need…”

eventually, after he’s showered and put on deodorant, he sneaks up behind you and whispers, “guess who’s fresh, dry, and emotionally needy~”

you give him a hug. he dramatically whispers, “finally… redemption…”

nagi seishiro

nagi walks off the field like he just finished a 9-to-5 shift at a coal mine. sweat-soaked, hair sticking to his forehead, jersey sticking to his chest like wet paper.

he stares at you blankly. “hug.”

“no.”

“… why.”

“you’re sweaty.”

he looks down at himself like he just now realized he’s moist and miserable. “… gross.”

“you’re the one trying to hug me while marinating in your own salt.”

he sighs so hard you think his soul leaves his body. “but i scored and everything. i’m so tired. you’re supposed to reward me…”

“you can have a reward after you stop being a walking puddle.”

he flops face-down into the grass like he’s giving up on life. “wake me up when i’m clean.”

later, he drags himself to the showers, returns with his hoodie on and wet hair slicked back.

crawls into your lap like a koala. “i’m dry now. gimme love.”

you finally hug him and he mumbles, “worth the suffering.”

kaiser michael

kaiser is living for the win. arms raised. soaking in the spotlight. shirt off. hair drenched.

he’s practically gliding toward you like a greek god with an ego problem.

“liebling~” he croons, “come give your champion his prize.”

you point at him like a teacher scolding a child.

“no.”

his smile falters. “no?”

“you’re wet, michael.”

“yes, with glory.”

“no, with moisture.”

he looks personally offended. “this is what peak physical performance looks like!”

“you look like someone dumped a water bottle on a talking ken doll.”

he gasps. like actually gasps.

“how dare you insult me when i’m positively radiant with victory juice?”

“you smell like the inside of a cleat.”

he flips his wet hair like a diva and dramatically spins away from you.

later, after he’s cleaned up and sprayed himself with luxury cologne, he dramatically re-enters your personal space.

“behold: the sanitized version of your dreams.”

you finally hug him.

“hmpf. you don’t deserve me,” he mumbles into your shoulder, “but i’ll allow this.”

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