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He's saur fine

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…spider-man gojo

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noctis 🌑✨

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guess which brother i like more chat

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Me, if you even care

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may u never forget me

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This is so cute

My biggest win/lose was the time in high school I emailed my friend's cool, intimidating older brother and he emailed me back and signed off his (somewhat perfunctory) email with WTM which a quick AOL search told me meant "write to me."

So I giddily emailed him back, and once again, the response was signed off with WTM. So I wrote back. The emails got longer and longer, and at the end of every one, he added WTM. So I kept writing him.

And only much later, when we were dating, did he laughingly ask what on earth made me keep responding to him when a) most of his sibling's friends were too intimidated to talk to him at all, and b) he in hindsight thought his first few responses were kind of assholish.

And I just blinked in confusion. "You kept signing every email with WTM. As in 'write to me'?"

Friends. Those were his initials.

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I need to milk isagi like a dairy cow idk is that crazy to say 🐺

Bllk boys reaction when you give them a bracelet bur its actually a bra strap (i wanna give ideas hehe but you don't really need to write it btw , and love your writings keep it up 💗💗💗!!)

.ᐟ(bra)celet ♡ multiple

.ᐟcw: none

"𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ" - 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 4 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑥𝑐𝑥

･･ꕀ𖧷

SHIDOU 

You’re sitting beside him watching tv together. You grab his hand that was resting on your thigh, dropping a pink strap on his palm. He eyes you, quirking an eyebrow in confusion. “What’s this?” he asks, bringing the strap closer to his face.

You wait for it to hit him, 

“Wait-” there it is. “Is this your bra strap? What the hell baby” he laughs, not that it was funny but anything’s amusing to him. 

“Wear it, on your wrist” you said, grinning. He laughs under his breath before tying it around his wrist. 

“Just wondering…” he trails off, eyes wandering. “If you took the strap off your bra.. Are you still wearing one right now or…” 

“Shut the hell up, ryu” 

REO 

Immediately clocked what it was. Teases you a little—“Did you really just gift me your bra strap?” But melts inside and wears it anyway. Might get it turned into an actual bracelet to make it more permanent. It might not be designer but he wears it like it is (technically it is because he buys all your undergarments and they’re all designer) 

And shows it off to everyone cause why not. It’s his prized possession, similar to his gf

RIN 

His face would instantly heat up. He would get mad at you for giving him such a.. Odd surprise but he doesn’t decline.

“W-what the hell, yn” 

“You’re being so cute, rinnie” He takes the strap and shoves it into his pocket. Too embarrassed to even say anything about it. The next day you’d see him wearing it. And if anyone asked him about him, he’d just scowl at them until they apologize and leave.

SAE

He looks down at the red strap you wrapped around his wrist and then looks up at you, face unamused while you’re giggling like a child. “Are you serious” he sighs. You catch the corners of his lips upturn slightly, before he sighs again. 

“You’re so dumb” he mutters but throughout the day you catch him playing with it or very intently staring at his wrist 

ISAGI 

Takes it thinking it’s just a cool strap... until you tell him what it actually is. Then chokes on air. “W-Wait, are you serious?” He goes bright red and laughs nervously. 

“Baby, i..”

“Shh, just wear it, you big baby” eventually ends up wearing it but you can see that he’s very flustered. 

Eventually gets so used to it that he feels weird when it’s not wrapped around his wrist. Clutches it before games for “good luck.”

CHIGIRI 

He quirks a brow at you, taking the band from your hand. “Bold but okay, i don’t mind” 

He says before letting you wrap it around his wrist. He would eventually take it off his wrist and put it around his ankle instead. And if anyone asks him what it is, he just looks at them with a lazy smirk, saying “wouldn’t you like to know” before going back to doing whatever he was doing. 

KAISER 

He absolutely loses his shit. He pulls you in by your waist, smirking at you. He shoves his wrist in your face and asks you to put it on him. He can’t stop smirking like an idiot. Saying that you’re sooo obsessed with him. 

“Just admit you’re head over heels for me, baby” 

“Maybe i am, then what?” he laughs and pulls you in for a kiss. He hasn’t taken it off ever since you put it on his wrist. When he takes it off to shower, he comes up to you and asks you to put it on, saying it won’t be the same if he puts it on himself. He makes every excuse to show it off, saying it’s “limited edition. Only one in the world. Custom made for him” he treats it like it’s designer but in reality it’s such a part of his sweet girlfriend. 

NAGI 

You disturb him when he’s gaming to show what you got him. He takes off his headphones and stares down at it, tying it around his wrist. “Cool bracelet, thanks babe” 

You giggle, “it’s a bra strap, sei” 

He pauses for a second like he’s still processing it before hitting you with “that’s sick” before going back to gaming. He leaves it on, playing around with it whenever he gets bored and there is nothing to do. 

KARASU 

He stares at it for a second before laughing, throwing his head back. He kisses your hands cause you’re too sweet for him. He teases you by saying stuff like “anymore lingerie you wanna accessorize me with?”

He keeps it on his wrist, sometimes even around his ankle as a lucky charm when he’s playing. 

When you ask him why he would wear it around his ankle, he’ll just shrug but in reality he would think of it as you’re the reason behind each of goals. 

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Idk if this is symbolizing what I think it is but #relatable if it is

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May this love attack me

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Possessive

Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader

Content: Noctis walks in on you touching yourself to the thought of him out of jealousy and proves you're the only one he wants.

A/N: Why does no one write Noctis fics anymore? I plan to single handedly bring them back.

Wanings: slight ooc,🍋

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      You didn’t mean to feel this way.

      Watching Noctis laugh with Lunafreya from across the fire pit shouldn’t have twisted your stomach the way it did. He had always told you she was just a friend now, that whatever feelings they might've shared before were in the past. But the way she looked at him like he hung the damn stars. You knew she still loved him.

      Noctis decided to have the chocobros over and some of your other friends over tonight. You knew she was gonna be there so you were mentally prepared. But, it was apparent you weren’t prepared enough and so you excused yourself before your emotions could betray you. You mumbled something about being tired and slipped away from the group, trying not to look like you were running.

      But you were.

      Back in the room you shared with him, you sat on the edge of the bed you both slept in, trying to breathe through the ache in your chest. It wasn’t fair. He was yours now. And yet the ghost of what they once were was still haunting you.

      Frustration burned in your blood, coiling low in your belly. You ached for him, for his touch, his lips, the way he made you feel like the only person that mattered. You wanted him now, but not just to feel good. You wanted to claim him. To remind yourself that he was yours in the most intimate way possible. But he was busy right now and couldn’t do that.

      You lay back on the bed, pulling your clothes off piece by piece, letting the cool air kiss your skin. You slipped your hand between your thighs, fingers stroking slowly, trying to summon the feeling you craved. You pictured his eyes on you, stormy and dark, his lips on your neck, his voice low and rough against your ear.

      But it wasn’t enough.

      Your fingers weren’t him. They weren’t rough and possessive. They didn’t know the way your body responded like he did.

      Still, you tried. You needed to feel closer to him somehow. Needed to push away the image of Lunafreya looking at him like she still had a claim.

      Your other hand gripped the sheets as you writhed against your own touch, breath catching in your throat.

      “Noct…” you whispered, soft and broken. A sort of whimper following after.

      And you had no idea he was there. Leaning against the doorframe. Watching silently.

      The door hadn’t clicked shut all the way behind you, and he’d followed. At first just to check on you, but when he heard your voice, strained and needy, his curiosity got the better of him. And what he saw made his blood run molten and his heart race.

      You, spread out on his bed, touching yourself with shaky hands, whimpering his name.

      Possession clawed its way up his throat like a beast awakened.

      He was hard, painfully so, just from watching you struggle, desperate for something only he could give you. It was amusing but it also filled him with pride watching you grow more frustrated at the fact you couldn’t properly please yourself.

      He was done watching. What kind of man would he be to watch his girl struggle and not help? Especially when he knew he was the only one who could.

      “Say my name again,” he said lowly, stepping inside.

      You jolted, gasping, scrambling to cover yourself, but his eyes, hungry, dark, dangerous, pinned you in place.

      “Noctis—” you started, but he was already on you, pushing your hand away, pressing his palm where yours had been, fingers gliding through slick heat like he belonged there. Because he did.

      “Why didn’t you call for me?” he growled, voice rasping in your ear as his fingers curled just right.

      “Y-you we’re busy hosting, I didn’t want to tear you away from them—” You started but he interrupted you.

      “You think I care about that? You’re lying, tell me the truth.” He frowned, his eyes narrowing down on you like a predator.

      “I’m not lying.” You gasped, feeling his fingers plunge deep into you with such a force only meant to serve as a warning.

      “Y/n,” He said your name, giving you one last chance. Ugh, why did he have to know you so well? You started to feel guilty for lying to him and so you gave in.

      “Fine! I couldn’t wait for you because I…” You blurted out but paused mid-way, embarrassment creeping up your skin but Noctis didn’t look away. He waited for you to continue. “I was jealous, okay? I didn’t like the way she was looking at you and it felt like I didn’t have you. I was desperate to feel something, but I hid the reason because I couldn’t stand the thought of you seeing me as jealous and fragile.”

      “Princess,” His eyes softened. “You have nothing to worry about, it’s okay, because I’m yours. But this—” he pressed his fingers harder inside of you, watching you shiver beneath him “—this is mine.”

      His lips crashed into yours, possessive, consuming. His body was already claiming what he knew was his, jealousy answered with raw need. He was going to make damn sure you never doubted it again.

      “...and I don’t like it when my princess has to struggle to please herself when her prince is right here to do it for her.” Noctis growled, and suddenly his head was between your legs.

      The contact of his breath against your sensitive bundle of nerves had your thighs trembling around his head as he stared up at you like you were something holy.

      His hands squeezed your hips, holding you down with just enough force to remind you who he was, even though right now, he was the one begging.

      “Please,” he breathed, voice hoarse, mouth brushing your skin. “Please let me lick your clit, princess. I need it. I need to taste you—fuck, I’ll be so good for you.”

      “You’re already being good,” you whispered. But he was waiting for your permission. He was always such a gentleman. Something in you wanted to watch him beg for you, to know you’re the only person in the world he’d ever act this way for. It was something possessive.

      He groaned, head tipping back as he fought to keep from dragging you down. His voice cracked as he whispered again, “Please, baby… let me taste you. Let me make you cum on my tongue—fuck, I’ll die if I don’t.”

      You gave him just the barest drag of your wet heat against his lips and he whimpered, eyes fluttering shut like it physically broke him to be denied.

      Then, he looked up at you again, feverish.

      His cock was flushed and aching, resting against his stomach, twitching at the sight of you so pretty like this. He was gone. Pussy-drunk without even having tasted you yet, completely undone just from the scent of you, the heat, the closeness.

      “If you’re so hungry, then show me.” You finally gave him the permission he needed and the second the words left your mouth, his tongue was already sliding between your folds, desperate and filthy, moaning like a man starved as he wrapped his lips around your clit.

      He didn’t need to be told twice.

      Noctis was yours, and right now, nothing existed but his mouth, your taste, and the sound of him losing his mind for you. You barely had time to catch your breath.

      Noctis devoured you like he’d been dying of thirst, tongue working in messy, eager circles around your clit, moaning into you like the taste alone had driven him past the edge. His grip on your thighs was bruising, grounding, like if he let go, you'd float away and he needed to keep you here, on his face, where you belonged.

      “So good…” he mumbled, almost incoherent between licks, “fuck, you taste so good, princess—c-can’t get enough of you.”

      And he didn’t stop. Not even when your legs trembled. Not when you choked on a moan and grabbed his hair like a lifeline. If anything, it spurred him on, tongue flicking faster, lips sealing around your clit just right, worshiping you like a man who had nothing else to believe in.

      Your orgasm hit fast and hard, your whole body locking up as you came with a cry of his name. He groaned at the sound, drinking you in like he could live off of it.

      When he finally pulled back, panting and dazed, he looked ruined. His cheeks were flushed, chin wet, lips swollen and slick. His hair was a mess, lips wet from kissing every inch of your inner thighs, and his pupils were blown wide with lust.

      He looked wrecked already, and you hadn’t even let him have you yet.

      “Please,” he whispered again, voice cracked, eyes wild with need. “Please let me rub the tip on it now. Just let me feel you, just once, baby. I need it so bad it fucking hurts.”

      You reached down, wrapping your fingers around his cock, and he gasped, his hips twitching, leaking at the thought of what was coming. You guided the tip to your entrance, dragging it slowly through your slick folds.

      Noctis shuddered above you, eyes rolling back.

      “Oh my God—baby, I—fuck, I’m gonna lose it,” he moaned, “Mm, so warm… fuck, that’s perfect, you’re perfect.”

      You rocked your hips just enough to tease the head against your clit, and he whimpered like you were killing him. He was sick of your teasing and his begging. As soon as he realized he finally got the upper hand and you were satisfied in making him a pathetic begging mess for you, he finally took back control.

      That possessive edge was back, curling around every word. He slid in, just the tip at first, but even that had him growling, voice breaking as he held himself back with trembling restraint. You felt him stretch you, fill you, and every inch was a silent plea, a prayer whispered into your skin as he buried himself deeper, inch by inch.

      Noctis didn’t move at first, he just stayed there, buried to the hilt inside you, jaw clenched, every muscle in his body taut like he was holding back the force of a hurricane. When he bottomed out, moaning like it broke him you knew there was no going back. He wasn’t just pussy drunk. He was yours; body, heart, and soul.

      “Fuck,” he hissed, voice rough and wrecked. “You feel so good around me. So fucking tight… you were made for my cock, weren’t you?”

      Your breath caught, his words hitting just as deep as his thrust, and you whimpered under him as he finally started to move, slow at first, but deep, dragging his length against every sensitive spot inside you.

      He watched your face, saw how your mouth fell open, how your eyes fluttered shut, and something in him snapped.

      “No,” he growled, grabbing your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Look at me while I ruin this pussy.”

      Then he started fucking you, hard, relentless, hips slamming into yours with filthy, wet sounds that echoed off the walls. His grip bruised into your waist, pulling you down onto him like he couldn’t get deep enough.

      “Mhm, you wanted to remember I’m yours, right? So you have to watch while I treat you what it’s like to have me.” He let out a dark chuckle, holding your chin down to watch.

      “You hear that?” he panted, thrusting up into you so hard your breath stuttered. “So fucking wet, just clinging onto me.”

      You nodded, moaning his name like a prayer, and he groaned low and deep in his chest.

      “Say it. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

      “You, Noct—fuck, it’s yours—”

      “That’s right,” he growled, hips stuttering as he slammed in even harder. “This is my pussy. Say it again while I fill you up. I want it dripping down your thighs.”

      You cried out, nails digging into his back, and he loved it, loved how desperate you were, how wrecked you looked for him.

      “I want you stuffed with my cum, begging for more. Want you walking around with my cock print still inside you,” he hissed against your neck.

      He reached down, thumb circling your clit with ruthless precision as he pounded into you.

      “You close?” He asked, starting to feel the way you tightened around on him. You lazily nodded with whatever energy you could summon.

      “Cum for me, princess. Cream all over my cock.”

      And with one more thrust, your whole body broke. You clenched around him, crying out as the orgasm ripped through you, tight, hot, overwhelming and he lost it, growling as he spilled inside you with deep, heavy pulses.

      He didn’t stop.

      Even after the high crashed over him, he stayed buried inside, grinding into you, like he wanted every last drop to stay in.

      “You feel that?” he whispered, panting, lips against your throat. “That’s me. In you. Mine.”

      And you were.

      There was no room for doubt now, not with him still twitching inside you, not with your body trembling in his arms. Not when his next words were a promise against your lips.

      “I’m not done, baby.”

      He didn’t even pull out when he flipped you over onto your stomach. You were still shaking, slick and dripping from the orgasm he forced out of you, and Noctis was already moving again. Slow at first, just a grind of his hips to keep you stuffed and twitching, then faster, harder, until the sound of your wet cunt being used echoed in the room like something obscene. You were so lucky you lived in a large castle with thick walls.

      You could barely breathe, let alone think, and he was loving it.

      “Look at you,” he cooed into your ear, hand fisting your hair to yank your head back so you couldn’t hide from him. “Fucked dumb already and I’ve barely even started.”

      You whimpered, your mouth slack and your thighs trembling as he started pounding up into you again, every thrust brutal and precise.

      “That’s what you wanted, huh?” he sneered. “Needed to get filled like a filthy little whore just to feel better? Jealous little thing, touching yourself pathetically.”

      You moaned, and he grinned, mean and breathless.

      “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? God, you are a slut.”

      He flipped you onto your stomach in one motion, pulling your hips up and forcing your face into the mattress. His hand came down hard on your ass, the smack sharp and echoing.

      “My pretty little slut. No one gets to have you like this except for me.”

      You cried out when he slammed back inside, deeper than before. His balls slapped against your soaked cunt with every thrust, and he was relentless, gripping your hips so tight it hurt, dragging you back to meet every stroke.

      “Say it,” he growled,

      “Yes—fuck, yes, Noctis!” you sobbed, “Only you.”

      He growled low in his throat, fucking you harder, faster, chasing his next release like a man possessed.

      “You’re mine. I don’t care who looks at me, who wants me—you’re the one I’ll ruin. You’re the one I’ll keep full.” he hissed.

      Then he leaned in, breath hot on your neck, voice a dark whisper that made your blood run cold.

      “I’m gonna fuck you until you cry. Until you forget who you are and all you remember is my cock wrecking your insides.”

      And he did, merciless and unyielding, fucking you through every cry, every moan, every broken sob of pleasure until your body gave out beneath him. Until you couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but take it. He made sure you could never ever be jealous of her ever again or anyone for that matter. Because that night, he showed he belonged to you. And in that way, it showed your possession over him.

      His. Yours. Each others.

      Completely.

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 25000 likes!

I hope all your pillows are nice and cold tonight and you sleep like a baby and have amazing dreams and a wonderful day. I'm gonna kiss all of you 😽🫂🫶🏾 THANK YOUUU

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Idk if I posted about getting these the other day but yah

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Blue lock boys with a bratty gf who will pout and sulk and cry when she doesn’t get what she wants please?

Want it? Got it.

Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Rensuke Kunigami, Kenyu Yukimiya, Sae Itoshi, Ryusei Shidou, Michael Kaiser

Yoichi Isagi

      It started with a bear.

      Not a real one, of course, but a plush, wide-eyed, ridiculously overpriced stuffed bear at the back of an arcade prize shelf. The kind of thing that probably cost 100 yen to make and 10,000 yen to win. You'd pointed to it with a hopeful grin, practically glowing under the flashing lights, and asked sweetly:

      “Can we get it?”

      He hesitated. Hesitated. And that was where it all began to go downhill.

      "I mean... it's cute, but don’t you think it's kind of expensive?" he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “And we’ve already spent so much on tokens, maybe we can find another one somewhere else?”

      Your smile faltered. Your eyes began to glisten. You turned away with a soft sniffle, lower lip trembling just slightly, like a dramatic reenactment of heartbreak in a shoujo anime.

      And that’s when it hit him.

      Initial reaction: Confused. Panicking. Internally screaming.

      “W-Wait! Why are you crying?! Was it something I did???”

      He practically lunged toward you, eyes wide with alarm, flailing like a man caught in the middle of an emotional hurricane.

      "I didn’t mean to upset you, I swear! Was it the bear? Is it me?? Did I say something wrong??" His words came out in a frantic rush, every syllable laced with genuine concern.

      You sniffled again, louder this time. Dramatically. Weaponized. Your gaze lifted to meet his, watery and wounded, and that was it.

      He was done for.

      He tried to reason with you. He really did.

      “I mean, it's not that special, right? It probably won’t even match your room, and it's super overpriced, and—”

      Your bottom lip wobbled. “You’re literally earning millions from Blue Lock.”

      “Okay okay okay!” he folded faster than cheap origami. “We’ll go back for it, just just stop crying, please!”

      You blinked up at him, wide-eyed and innocent, and nodded slowly as if forgiving him for the great injustice. He immediately turned on his heel and speed-walked back to the counter like a man on a mission.

      Five minutes later, you were holding the overpriced bear in your arms, beaming.

      He stood beside you, wallet significantly lighter, heart slightly battered, but your smile? Worth every yen.

      “…You’re evil,” he mumbled, eyeing the bear. “I hope you know that.”

      You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Love you too.”

      And despite everything, he smiled.

Meguru Bachira

      Bachira leaned against the doorway, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you from across the room. You were perched on the couch, arms crossed, lips stuck in a stubborn pout. The atmosphere was heavy with your silent, exaggerated sulk.

      He couldn't help it. The bratty attitude was like a magnet to him. It was his favorite thing.

      "Ooooh~ the princess is sulking again!" he chimed, his voice dripping with playful amusement. "What happened this time? No strawberry milk?" His words were almost a melody of teasing, each one drawing out your reaction like a perfectly executed play.

      You shot him a sideways glance, your pout deepening as if you were silently telling him, don't push it, Bachira. But he was always ready to push it.

      Bachira’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and he leaned in, mimicking your pout with such exaggerated effort that it made you want to laugh despite yourself.

      “I don’t think this is the right pout,” he said, making an even more over-the-top face. “Here, let me show you how it's really done!” He made a ridiculous whining noise, his voice high-pitched as he stuck out his lip.

      “Stop it,” you huffed, trying to hide the small giggle that wanted to escape.

      “Poor little princess… no strawberry milk… woe is me!” He spun around, his arms flailing in a way that had you shaking your head and letting out a soft snort.

      But it wasn’t enough. It never was. Not for you, at least. You had something else in mind.

      You let your bottom lip tremble, the pitiful whimper that you knew would do the trick bubbling in your chest. Your eyes watered just a little, enough for the act to feel genuine. You bit your lip, holding back a sob that threatened to escape. “Bachira… I really wanted it…”

      Bachira froze. The playful spark in his eyes dimmed as his gaze softened, and within moments, he was on the couch beside you, pulling you into his arms before you could even process what was happening.

      “Hey, hey, no need for the tears,” he murmured, rubbing your back soothingly as he cradled you against his chest. His voice was warm, comforting, and with every soft stroke of his hand, the weight of the playful teasing vanished, replaced by an overwhelming gentleness.

      “You know you’re cute when you pout…” he said softly, his thumb brushing away the single tear that escaped down your cheek. “But you're even cuter when I give you what you want, huh?”

      Your eyes met his, and his expression was full of affection, despite the playful teasing earlier. “Fine,” he sighed dramatically. “You win. You’re getting your strawberry milk… just this once, though!”

      You sniffled, still trying to keep the pout on your face, but the warmth of his embrace, the way he held you so carefully, made it impossible to stay upset for long.

      “I’m serious, though,” Bachira continued, his grin returning, though softer this time. “You don’t have to cry for me to do what you want, you know? I’ll always give you whatever you need… just ask, and I’m yours.”

      You chuckled softly, resting your head on his shoulder, the bratty attitude slipping away as you melted into his arms. “I know. But it’s fun to make you work for it.”

      He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he murmured. “But I think I might be addicted to this game of yours.”

Hyoma Chigiri

      You cross your arms, lips pouting, as you stare up at Chigiri. His calm demeanor never seems to falter, even when you're throwing your little tantrum. But this time... this time you really wanted him to say yes.

      "I don't see why you can't just come with me, Hyoma," you whine, trying to hide the frustration in your voice. "You know it’ll be fun! I don’t want to go alone."

      He’s still quiet, not giving you an inch. You can see him thinking, his usual calm and collected expression not revealing much. You know he’s not one to cave in easily, but that’s part of the challenge, right?

      You roll your eyes, crossing your arms tighter. "You're always so busy with your soccer stuff. Can't you just take a break for once?"

      His eyes flicker, and you catch the slightest hint of concern. He knows how much this means to you, but there’s a stubbornness in him too.

      "I promised to focus on training today," he says, his tone gentle but firm.

      You feel the pout deepen, and your bottom lip juts out further. You can feel the familiar urge to sulk creeping up. Without thinking, you turn away from him, arms still crossed, and let out an exaggerated sigh.

      "Fine," you mutter, trying to make your voice sound even more dramatic, "I guess I'll just go by myself then."

      Chigiri doesn’t respond right away. His eyes follow you as you move away from him, but he doesn't say anything for a long moment. You're just about to leave the room when you hear his footsteps behind you.

      He grabs your wrist, stopping you. "Hey," he starts softly, his voice almost apologetic, "Don’t be like that."

      You turn back slowly, feigning disinterest, but your eyes betray you. They’re wide, slightly teary, and a little too sparkly. The classic look of a girl who knows she’s about to get what she wants.

      His expression softens, and you watch as he lets out a small sigh. "Alright, alright. I'll come with you," he finally admits, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a reluctant smile.

      You can’t help but smirk, giving him a look of triumph. “Yay!,” you say, practically gleaming.

      Chigiri rubs the back of his neck, trying to act like it wasn't a huge deal. "I just don't get why you can't go by yourself..."

      "Because I wanted you there," you reply simply, stepping closer to him with a satisfied smile. You give him a playful nudge, just to remind him who’s in charge here.

      He gives you a look, like he's trying not to be completely charmed by you, and you can see the faintest blush creeping onto his cheeks. Even though you got your way, there's something about Chigiri that makes you want to tease him just a little longer.

      "So difficult," he mutters, but there's no real anger in his voice.

      You beam up at him, feeling completely satisfied now that he’s given in. "I know, but you love me anyway."

Rin Itoshi

      You cross your arms and pout, lips jutting out in that way that always makes his patience wear thin. “Rin…” you murmur, voice soft but dripping with that petulant edge.

      He raises an eyebrow, giving you a blank stare, already bracing for the storm. “Are you seriously crying because I said no to sushi tonight?” he asks, voice flat and dismissive.

      But the moment you avert your gaze and let out that exaggerated sniffle, a small sob escaping your lips as you try to hold it together… Rin feels that familiar twitch in his jaw. His hands flex at his sides, fighting the urge to reach for you, even as his mind screams for him to stay calm, to stay firm. But damn it, you’re good at this.

      “Y/N…” he mutters, more to himself than you. His tone is a mix of frustration and reluctant concern, but he doesn’t want to admit it. “You’re really gonna cry over sushi?”

      You just sniffle harder, the act so perfectly rehearsed that it almost makes him want to laugh at how ridiculous it is. But the hurt in your eyes when you look away hits him like a freight train.

      He can’t win, not when you’re looking like that. “Tch. Fine. Get in the car,” he snaps, turning on his heel with the grace of someone who clearly knows he’s about to fold. His voice is clipped, like he’s trying to be irritated, but you know better.

      You’re already pulling on your shoes before he’s finished speaking.

      And as he drives you to the sushi place, he’s stewing in silence, a mix of annoyance and something more dangerous swirling in his chest. You’d gotten him to cave faster than he liked. Again.

      He glances over at you, and you’re sitting there all smug in the passenger seat, quietly triumphant. It bugs him. But he won’t admit it.

      Not out loud anyway.

Seishiro Nagi

      You cross your arms and scowl, lying dramatically on the couch, your face scrunched up in a perfect pout. Seishiro Nagi looks so good at ignoring you when you're like this. Too good, and it’s starting to annoy you even more.

      You huff, making your pout even deeper, refusing to look at him. It's like he's not even trying to make this right. You can practically feel the tension building up, but he doesn’t budge. No apologies. No attention. Nothing.

      “Ughhhh, you’re being annoying again,” he says, his voice not even holding a hint of frustration, just a calm, almost bored tone as he lazily sprawls across the couch. His fingers swipe through his phone as if you're not even there.

      You roll your eyes, pretending to look away, but your lip trembles just enough to get his attention.

      After a few minutes, you hear him sigh, followed by the sound of his phone being set down. “Fine. What do you want? Let’s go.”

      Your heart skips a beat. He’s giving in. You shoot him a quick look from beneath your lashes, just to make sure he’s serious.

      He’s leaning against the armrest now, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in defeat. He’s so lazy that even this little act of giving you what you want seems like the biggest effort of the day. It’s kind of adorable in a way, but you won’t let that stop you.

      “Can we go to gamestop,” you murmur, finally relaxing a bit, even though you're still holding that hint of a pout. He’s just too easy sometimes, and you know it. But, deep down, you both know that after a little tantrum, there’s going to be some serious cuddling.

      Seishiro looks at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re such a brat, you know that?”

      You nod and step on your tippy-toes to give him a quick peck. Yeah, you got what you wanted. But you kind of enjoy the aftermath, too, his lazy, relaxed attention, his way of caving in just because you’re being so much to handle. It’s a little game, and you play it well.

Reo Mikage

      You’re sitting on the couch, staring at your phone with a frown that deepens with every refresh of the page. That dress you’ve been eyeing for days is sold out. You knew it would happen, but that doesn’t stop the disappointment from sinking in. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the tears, but it’s useless.

      The door opens, and Reo steps in, his sharp gaze immediately landing on you. “Hey, baby,” he says, voice gentle, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. He takes one look at your face and sighs. “What happened?”

      You blink up at him, and then the tears start to spill over. “It’s nothing…” You sniff, wiping your face with the back of your hand, but your voice cracks. It’s the dress, of course. It’s always the little things, the ones that feel the most trivial, that hurt the most.

      Reo walks over, kneeling in front of you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” he says, his voice lowering into something softer, more coaxing. “What do you want? A new bag? That perfume you liked? You name it. You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, you know that, right?”

      You shake your head, your pout deepening. “No… it’s not that…”

      He smiles, like he’s barely containing his amusement, and you catch that mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He knows exactly what’s going on. He’s always so aware of you, of every little thing that gets under your skin. It’s like a game to him, how far can he push you before you crack? How long will you sulk before you ask him to fix it? And the best part? He enjoys every minute of it.

      With an exaggerated sigh, Reo pulls out his wallet, the motion so smooth it’s almost theatrical. He waves it in front of your face. “I’m not sure you’re getting the point, sweetheart. But if you want it, you only have to say the word.”

      You meet his gaze, the slight smirk on his lips making your heart race in a way you don’t want to admit. You’re being bratty, and he’s loving every second of it. Your arms cross over your chest, and you can feel the tension in your shoulders.

      His teasing tone cuts through the silence. “What, you’re not going to make me beg? You know, I’ll just spoil you rotten to make up for this little pout, baby.”

      You finally crack, letting out a small sigh of surrender. “I just wanted the dress…”

      Reo leans in, brushing your hair away from your face with a soft touch. “Done. It’s yours.” He says it so easily, so casually, like there was never any doubt.

      You sniffle, wiping your eyes and looking up at him. “Really? How? It was sold out?”

      He grins, his voice playful. “I know the designer. I’ll do anything to see you happy, princess. And I’m sure I’ll enjoy spoiling you even more after this.”

      You lean into him, still pouting, but your heart feels lighter. Reo may tease you, but you know he’ll always give in. Encourages your brattiness because it gives him the excuse to pamper you like royalty. After all, you’re his spoiled princess, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rensuke Kunigami

      You sit there with your arms crossed, staring at the soda can in front of you, clearly upset. Kunigami stands beside you, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, trying his best to hold his ground.

      “You really gonna act like this over a soda?” he asks, his voice tinged with disbelief. “It’s just a drink, Y/n.”

      But you don't respond. Instead, you puff out your cheeks, trying to look as dramatic as possible. You just turn your head, letting out a small, exaggerated sniffle. His eyes widen slightly.

      "Y/n…" he starts, but trails off as you shift your gaze toward the floor. His eyes flicker between you and the can of soda. "Come on, you're being unreasonable. It's not even a big deal."

      But you just let out another sniffle, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. You watch his expression change from frustration to confusion, and then, the realization sets in: he’s struggling. He sighs deeply, his shoulders slumping a little as if the weight of the situation is too much to bear.

      You catch his eye, and his lips twitch. He's trying to stay stern, but his resolve is quickly crumbling. He’s so soft when it comes to you.

      “Okay, okay, fine…” he mutters, shifting uncomfortably. He leans down to meet your eyes, holding the soda you wanted, but his voice is gentle now. “Just… please don’t cry, alright? I can’t stand it when you do that.”

      A small, triumphant smile pulls at the corners of your lips. You sit up a little straighter, but the pout never quite leaves your face.

      Kunigami lets out a defeated sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he hands you the soda. “Here. Just don’t cry, okay? You’re spoiled, you know that?” he mutters under his breath.

      But even as he says it, you can see the soft, adoring look in his eyes. You know he's fully aware he’s the one spoiling you. And yet, he can’t help himself. As much as he tries to lecture you, it only takes a few sniffles for him to cave.

      You take the soda with a smile, but it’s hard to suppress the small giggle that escapes you. He’s so easy, it’s almost unfair.

Kenyu Yukimiya

      You cross your arms and plop down on the couch with a dramatic huff. You don’t even try to hide the exaggerated pout on your lips, why should you? You asked him to cancel practice for one day. Just one day. And what did he say?

      "I can’t skip. I made a commitment."

      Boring. Responsible. Stupidly mature.

      So now, you’re sulking. Loudly. Visibly. With little sniffles thrown in for good measure.

      “I can’t believe you love soccer more than me,” you mumble into your sleeve, voice trembling just enough to sound convincingly heartbroken. You hear his quiet sigh as he takes off his jacket and walks over.

      “I don’t love soccer more than you,” he says, tone calm but clearly bracing himself for your dramatics. “I just have goals I’m working for.”

      You whip your head toward him like you’ve been mortally wounded. “I’m a goal worth working for!”

      He chuckles, and that only fuels the fire. Now your lip trembles for real, though it’s half from frustration and half from how dare he still look this good when you’re in crisis mode. Your eyes gloss over with tears and you sniff loudly, flopping onto your back with a soft wail.

      “Kenyu, I’m suffering! This is emotional neglect!”

      He finally leans over you, his hand brushing the hair off your forehead, the softest damn look in his eyes. Ugh. He’s impossible to stay mad at.

      “I’ll bring you strawberry mochi after practice,” he offers, kissing your forehead.

      You scowl up at him, not accepting the peace treaty just yet. “...Two mochis. And I get to pick the movie tonight. And I get your hoodie.”

      He nods like he expected all of this. “Deal.”

      You turn your head away with a small hmph, but you scoot closer to him anyway, burying your face in his shirt with a sniff that’s more smug than sad now.

      “Love you,” you mumble into his chest, voice muffled.

      He kisses the top of your head, arms wrapping around you. “I know. Even when you’re the absolute brattiest.”

Sae Itoshi

      You cross your arms, lips pushed out in a dramatic pout as you stare out the window of Sae’s car, radiating maximum levels of brat energy. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, clearly not amused.

      "God, you’re such a child," he mutters, rolling his eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t get stuck.

      You let out a small, wounded sniffle. You clearly said you wanted that stupid, overpriced plushie at the shop earlier, and he was the one who brushed you off with a cold, “You don’t need it.”

      You twist your body away from him more, just to emphasize your sulking. A silent protest.

      “Oh, come on,” he huffs, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel like you’re inconveniencing him just by existing. “It’s literally a piece of fabric with eyes. You’re being ridiculous.”

      You sniff again, “You don’t care about me at all.”

      “That’s definitely not what I said,” he says dryly, though he doesn’t look at you.

      You stay quiet. Sulking. Pouting. Waiting.

      And then, five minutes later, he clicks his tongue and nods toward the passenger seat without looking your way.

      “Check the bag.”

      You blink, suspicious. “What bag?”

      “The one that’s literally right next to you, genius. God.” He sounds exhausted.

      You unzip it and there it is. The plushie. The stupid, overpriced plushie you whined about for twenty minutes straight.

      You gasp.

      He keeps his eyes firmly on the road. “It was supposed to be a suprise.”

      “Thank you, Sae! I love it!” you say, clutching it like it’s your firstborn.

      He scoffs. “You are a brat.”

      You smile.

      “I love you,” you mumble, a little softer now, glancing at him from behind the plush.

      He doesn’t look at you, but his ears are suspiciously red.

      “Mhm. Whatever. Love you too.” You catch the corner of his mouth twitch, just for a second.

Ryusei Shidou

      You cross your arms and glare at him from the edge of the couch, lips in a full-blown pout. "You said you'd take me. You promised,"

      He’s leaning against the doorframe like he owns the world, a smirk plastered on his face, arms crossed, golden eyes sharp and glowing like he’s just scored the winning goal. And in a way, he has—you're pouting, sulking, seething, and that’s exactly what he wants.

      “Aw,” he drawls, cocking his head with a grin that screams trouble.

      Your glare sharpens. “I hate you.”

      “Damn, you're hot when you're upset.” He laughs, low and cocky, tongue brushing over his teeth. “Shit, if I knew saying no would make you act like this, I would've done it sooner.”

      You throw a pillow at him. He catches it easily, still grinning, and drops it to the floor. He stalks over like a predator, crouching down in front of you so he's eye-level, watching your every twitch with that unhinged amusement.

      “You promised,” you whine again, eyes glossing with frustrated tears. You blink fast, hoping he doesn’t see, but of course he does. He lives for this. The way your voice wobbles. The way your bottom lip trembles.

      “Oh, you’re really gonna cry now?” he murmurs, brushing his fingers beneath your eye, like he's trying to catch a tear before it falls. “That’s so fucking cute.”

      You shove at his chest, but he doesn’t budge. “You’re such an asshole, Ryusei.”

      “Mhm. And you love it.”

      You do. And he knows it.

      He leans in, breath warm against your ear. “Come on, baby. Cry a little harder for me.” His voice drops, rough and teasing. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

      You sniff dramatically, eyes big and wet, and look up at him with your best pitiful expression. “You’re so mean to me.”

      Tears flow down your cheeks and Shidou picks them up with his thumbs immediately, tucking your hair behind your ears.

      “Okay, let’s go get what you want.” He gives a quick peck to your face, secretly doing so he can taste the saltiness of your tears.

      You lean in and peck his cheek back. “Yay!”

      “Such a brat.” He shakes his head.

      “Yeah but you’d die without me.”

      He grins, feral and hungry. “Maybe. But you’d cry without me, so we’re even.”

Michael Kaiser

      You know exactly what you’re doing when you pout like that.

      Bottom lip jutted out, arms crossed, eyes big and glossy like you’re personally offended by the universe. Or, more accurately, offended by Michael Kaiser saying “no” for once in his spoiled, cocky life.

      He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, arms folded, watching your performance with that smug little smirk that makes you wanna punch and kiss him at the same time.

      “Oh? Tears already?” he teases, cocking his head like he’s not already cracking. “You really think that’s gonna work on me, babe?”

      It works on him.

      Because not five minutes later, he’s sighing dramatically, unlocking his phone, and muttering under his breath about limited edition drop times and how you’re ‘literally impossible when you don’t get your way.’

      You hear him grumble, “You’re lucky you’re cute,”

      You flop onto the couch with a sniff, making sure your little sulk is loud and visible. He lets you sit in your pouty little misery for a whole thirty seconds before he’s tossing a small velvet box onto your lap.

      “Don’t say I never do anything for you.”

      You don’t even look at it right away. You blink up at him, wet lashes, lips trembling like you’re seconds from another dramatic meltdown.

      He rolls his eyes. “God, you’re such a brat.”

      You grin.

      “Yeah, but I’m your brat.”

      And that, that, is the part that gets him every damn time.

      He’s got a mental checklist of everything that makes you tick. Bubble tea spots with the cute straws. That obnoxious plushie you insisted had “soulful eyes.” Even the overpriced skincare set you cried over in Sephora. Half of it shows up at your door before you even remember to throw a tantrum about it.

      He says it’s damage control.

      But he spoils you rotten like it’s a sport, and every time he’s with the guys he’s like, “Yeah, yeah—she’s a handful. Total brat. But she’s my brat,” with this stupid little smirk like he just scored the winning goal and you’re the trophy.

      You pout.

      He buys.

      Rinse, repeat. Because he loves you, and he’d do anything for you.

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Your boyfriend texted you 3 hours ago. Asking where you were and why you didn’t come home. 

You hadn’t responded yet, why? Because you were cuddled up beside his teammate. 

You and aiku oliver started dating 4 months ago until you realized he cheated on you. You didn’t confront him like any normal gf would. You just gave him a taste of his own medicine. You hooked up with one of his teammates.

Sae itoshi. 

You turned around, eyes fluttering open. Sunlight peeking in through the curtains. 

You lazily stepped off the bed, making your way to the bathroom. You took your phone with you, scrolling through the unanswered messages your bf sent you, including the 17 missed calls. 

You sighed, rubbing your forehead, placing your phone on the counter and bending down to wash your face when sudden 2 strong arms came up from behind, wrapping themselves around your waist.

You looked up in the mirror to see sae, hair sticking up from all sides, you couldn’t help but laugh under your breath.

“You look so cute” you mumbled, smiling at him. He didn’t reply, just dropping his head onto your shoulder. You washed your face and brushed your teeth, letting sae sleep on your shoulder. 

“He texted you didn’t he?” 

You went still, sighing, running a hand through your hair. You nodded looking at his reflection. 

“When are you breaking up with him?” he asked, brushing his lips over your shoulder blades.

“When you prioritize me over football,” you muttered, earning a laugh from him. It was quiet, breathy but you heard it. 

“Never gonna happen, yn”

“You just answered your question, then” you replied, turning around, being face to face with sae. His eyes trailed down your body, admiring the marks and hickies he left on you, like how you left scratch marks down his back.

He pressed his lips into a thin line before leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“You should break up with him soon. It’s making me jealous.” 

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hello:)) I have no idea if requests are open, if they aren’t you can just ignore this, but if they are: could I ask for headcanons with Yukimiya, Sae and anyone else of your choosing with a lover who plays soccer and is equal of not better than them. thank you smm:)

Blue Lock x Soccer Player!Reader Headcanons

Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Rensuke Kunigami, Kenyu Yukimiya, Sae Itoshi, Ryusei Shidou, Michael Kaiser

Yoichi Isagi

Lowkey lives for the rivalry dynamic in the relationship.

Analyzes your gameplay constantly, half out of admiration, half because he wants to beat you.

Sometimes forgets he's flirting and ends up giving tactical critiques mid-date.

Gets a little pouty if you score more goals than him in practice, but is secretly proud.

“We’re the perfect chemical reaction,” he says, probably after a 2v2 win together.

Meguru Bachira

Absolutely thrives having a partner who can match his unpredictable moves.

Makes up silly names for your special moves “That’s the ‘Heart Snatcher 3000,’ right??”

Always tries to draw you into wild, improvised 1v1s for fun. You call him your 'unmedicated ADHD woodland creature' which he, for some reason, loves.

Gets a bit pouty if you’re training with someone else: “Don’t forget who your favorite monster is.”

If you nutmeg him, he’ll smile like you just proposed.

Hyoma Chigiri

Always ties lets you tie his hair up before matches. It's like a ritual.

There's mutual teasing about who's faster or more graceful on the ball.

He loves racing you during sprints and secretly times how far ahead or behind he is.

“Don’t go easy on me just ‘cause I’m your boyfriend,” he says, eyes glinting with fire.

Brags about your skills to teammates without realizing it.

Rin Itoshi

Externally cold, internally obsessed with how talented you are.

Doesn’t say 'I’m proud of you,' but shows it by watching your games over and over.

Training turns into full-on warzones when you spar, neither willing to lose.

Only opens up emotionally when you completely wreck him on the field.

If you praise him, he short-circuits a little.

Seishiro Nagi

Pretends not to care when you beat him in training, but texts Reo immediately: “Bro... I think I’m in love fr.”

Complains about how eccentric you always are but secretly loves how it keeps him on his toes. 

Likes when you ask him to “teach” you new moves because it means getting close physically.

Takes naps with his head in your lap post-match like it’s his reward.

Lets you wear his jersey after games, even though he complains you look better in it than he does.

Reo Mikage

Custom orders matching cleats in your favorite color. Limited edition couple type shit.

Turns your training sessions into tooth rottingly sweet fluffy flirting.

Says things like, “One day, we’ll own a training facility together. Our future kids are gonna be cracked.”

Insanely supportive, always brags to his parents who adore you.

Was super excited when you got into soccer with him when he first wanted to try it out.

Rensuke Kunigami

Big golden retriever energy when you play better than him. Proud, impressed, a little jealous.

Brings protein shakes and wraps up snacks for you like the doting boyfriend he is. 

Makes a point to protect you during rough games, even if you can clearly hold your own.

“You’re incredible,” he says like he’s in awe every single time.

The kind of boyfriend who cheers the loudest at your matches.

Kenyu Yukimiya

Photographs your best moments and keeps them like trophies.

Takes inspiration from your plays for his own aesthetic on the field.

Loves talking tactics and style with you, deep convos over coffee and drills.

Slightly vain when you outperform him, but only because it lights a fire under him.

“We’re the beautiful game,” he probably says unironically. You tease him for being so cheesy.

Sae Itoshi

Finds it thrilling, though he rarely shows it.

Gives you genuine compliments  during intense training, “That was good. Do it again.”

Drawn to the challenge and unpredictability of loving someone as driven as him.

If you beat him, he’s grumpy but secretly enjoys it.

Drops sharp, flirty compliments mid-game “If you score like that again, I’m gonna marry you.”

Ryusei Shidou

Falls harder the worse you beat him. “Ugh... I hate you... wanna make out?”

Turns every training into a screaming, chaotic love-fight.

The type to yell, “MARRY ME!” mid-play if you body him on the field.

Loves being dominated by your skill and calls it hot every time.

Gets possessive if anyone else tries to train with you. “Back off, that beast is mine.”

Michael Kaiser

Initially cocky—“No one’s better than me”—until you outplay him once. And then it’s obsession.

Competitive flirting,“Beat me, and I’ll take you on a date. Beat me again, and I’ll make it a weekend.”

Competitive banter is your love language: “You can’t outshine the king.” / “Watch me.”

Posts couple photos post-match with obnoxious captions like “My rival, my royalty.”

“You're the only one who makes this game feel like war and love at the same time.”