#sae x gender neutral reader

[gh0stly-mp3]

ego destruction

sae x gn!reader -> +18

synopsis: sae has been treating you badly, so you decide its time for you to teach him a lesson

warnings: mdni, nsfw, sexual content, mature language, begging, metaphorical degradation?, punishment?, might have grammatical errors

tags: bottom!sae x top!reader, no genitalia mention, not too explicit, sae being sae

a/n: my first time doing nsfw, forgive me if its bad 😓

There was Sae, sitting on the edge of the couch, scrolling through his phone with an impatient flick of his wrist. You, perched on the opposite side of the couch, observed him, your jaw clenching. It had been weeks of this – the short and dry answers, the constant air of superiority.

You were both working on a new project for your house backyard, something that had turn into a frustrating dance of Sae’s dismissive nature. He treated you more like an underling than an equal, his words sharp and clipped, making you feel like you were constantly walking on eggshells.

Tonight, something snapped. You had spent hours perfecting a piece of the project, pouring your heart into it, only for Sae to glance at it dismissively and declare it “ugly.” No explanation, no constructive criticism, just a flat-out rejection that had your blood boiling.

You stood up, the movement sudden enough to make Sae briefly look up from his phone, his brow furrowing slightly. - "Do you need something?" - He asked, his tone dripping with the air of someone interrupted in the middle of something important.

"Yes, Sae," - You responded, your voice low and dangerously calm. - "I need you to stop acting like an arrogant bitch."

Sae’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second, the shock quickly replaced by a mask of icy displeasure. - “Excuse me?” - He said.

You walked towards him, and when you reached him, you didn't stop, instead, you pulled him up so abruptly that he stumbled, his phone falling to the floor with a soft thud. His eyes blazed with anger, but you didn't give him time to speak.

They pushed him backwards, forcing him onto the couch, your knee pinning him down. Sae gasped, not in fear, but in furious disbelief. - "What do you think you're doing?" - He growled, his fingers clenching on your arm.

You ignored him. Leaned down, your breath ghosting across his cheek, eyes locked on his. - "You've been treating me like shit, Sae." - You whispered, the soft tone a contrast to the violence of your actions. - "I'm done with it."

You put his hands on top of his head, and with a swift movement, began undoing his belt. Sae’s eyes were wide now, the anger slowly morphing into an unnerving mix of shock and something else...

You peeled his trousers down, your gaze never leaving his eyes. The air in the living room crackled with tension, the silence broken only by your ragged breathing. You didn't need to say anything. Sae understood. He understood with a visceral jolt, the way you meant to take him apart, piece by piece, until nothing remained of his carefully constructed ego.

And then, you were inside him, pushing deep, the initial shock giving way to a building wave of raw, primal sensation. Sae’s hand gripped your shoulder, knuckles white. He fought back, wanting to assert control, to reclaim the dominant position, but you didn't let him.

He started panting, the sounds escaping his throat. He tried to deny what was happening, tried to push them away, but there was a weakness growing within him, a surrender he desperately fought against. He was loving it.

You pushed further, forcing him to acknowledge that, at that moment, you were the one in control, and he felt vulnerable beacause of it. His grip on your shoulder loosened, his head falling back, his lips parted in a moan. The words he'd never say, the admissions he was so stubbornly withholding, were forced out of him with every breath.

"Please... please…" he begged, his voice rough and broken, the arrogance gone replaced by a desperate pleading. His eyes, usually so cold and distant, were wide with a mixture of shock and pleasure. "Don’t…don’t stop. Please…"

You broke him, his ego was shattered, the carefully constructed wall around his heart crumbled. Underneath his hard exterior, there was need, a raw desperation that he couldn’t hide anymore.

You continued, penetrating him relentlessly, your eyes admiring Sae’s face, watching as every layer of his pride was stripped away, leaving behind a vulnerable man. And as you two reached your climaxes, you couldn't help but feel a sense of wicked satisfaction.

The cold, arrogant man was gone, replaced by a broken, pleading mess. It was only then that you understood: Sae’s pride wasn't just a shield; it was a challenge. And you had just won.

[kissagii]

stardance - prince!sae x knight!reader

a fic for a trade with the lovely @saenora <33

cw: 2.5k words, gn!reader, hurt comfort, sae is pretty rude (to reader), mild descriptions of violence, there's a failed assassination but no blood or serious injury

When the palace walls and king’s carriages proved at last too confining for the eldest prince of the Itoshi family, Sae was assigned a knight of his own. A soldier to fend off the creatures of the forests; to discourage burglars with a glare and blade; to guard a door in a palace so thoroughly guarded that at times even visitors struggled to enter. In his mind, his guard was an excessive layer of protection for an already coddled son, another attempt to shelter him from the kingdom he would one day come to rule.

But mostly, his guard was a nuisance. 

“With all due respect, your highness, just how long do you plan to look through these historical tomes that - if I may remind you - your father’s library already has.”

At the mere sound of your voice, he stopped flipping through the large volume in front of him. It wasn’t the one he wanted anyways, and neither were the twenty others the bookshop owner had presented him with. An honor to help the prince with his studies? Hah. If only the fools had what I needed. With a frustrated sigh, he motioned to leave in search of yet another shop.

“I’ll look until one of these shops has what I need.” He hardly looked back as he began making his way to the next bookstore. Technically, he was supposed to let you walk in front, parting the crowds around their crown, but in the near-empty twilight streets, he set a pace brisk enough to discourage anyone wishing to follow him, his guard included. For a moment, as the stars began to rise, he could forget.

Though peace of mind could never never last long. “Your Highness, it’s too late for you to be out. You know as well as I do that your father doesn’t like you being out in the city late, especially not on some wild goose chase for a history book that might not even exist.”

Sae knew that he should be returning to the palace. But in those grand halls, he couldn’t forget, not even for a moment. It was always someone or someone else pestering about something he couldn’t bring himself to care about. Courtship. Parties. Foreign gossip. Meaningless awards. Petty disputes between lords. His brother. His blasted annoying guard.

“Really, your highness, what even is it that you’re looking for?” You continued, beginning to get impatient. “Primary sources from the Cretaceous period? Because, I hate to break it to you, but crabs can’t write.” 

Against his better judgment, Sae nearly chuckled at that remark. Nearly. 

At this point, you didn’t know if Sae genuinely hated you or if his tendency towards bitter words was an overdramatized facade. Though whichever it was, it was slowly slipping further toward loathing as you urged him out of the library. It was a war of his stubbornness against your orders, and though the king’s own word should always win, it never seemed to.

Worn down by tiredness and the convoluted organization of his father’s library, Sae snapped. Once more you tried to convince him to leave and he turned sharply to face you, eyes darkened. Whatever curious stars had once been behind them had died out, leaving only the aquamarine void.

“Just leave me.” 

So this is how he’s playing this. You pulled out his chair, a not-so-subtle sign that it was time to leave, regardless of what he thought. “Your Highness, I’m strictly forbidden from leaving you. I’ll escort you to your room now.”

“I’ll get to my room on my own,” He muttered, waving you off, “One of the sentries can take me if they see me.”

“Sae. You’ve had a long night, it’s time for you to sleep. You can find your books on a clear head in the morning.” There was a certain firmness in your voice this time - you weren’t about to let him ignore you, regardless of the fact that he was above you in rank and had no obligation to listen to you.

“Don’t call me that.” 

“What, your name? I don’t answer to you, I’ll call you whatever I like.”

“I outrank you, remember. I don’t care if my father ordered you to make me rest, you answer to me, not him.” He refused to turn to you, gripping white-knuckled on the arms of his chair. If he squeezed them any harder, they might break. A normal soldier would stop provoking him now - you should stop provoking him now - but there was no point in shoving the frustration down any further. Sae was insolent, stubborn, lived on his own time, and wouldn’t take care of himself. But you would protect him. You swore so on your life and honor.  

“They’re not his orders.”

“Then whose are they?” He seethed, turning to look you in the eyes. Though he couldn’t see your face in the dim light, Sae was sure you were grinning smugly, taking some sick satisfaction in watching him snap. 

“Mine.” You stated plainly.

“Blasted nuisance,” Sae huffed, “You have no authority to give yourself orders. Leave.”

Suddenly he found himself being pulled by the arm, yanked up and out of his chair by a uniformed hand. Electricity prickled down his spine as he was forced to his feet. “I have plenty of authority to care about you and want you to take care of yourself because I know you wouldn’t otherwise. With that said, I will be escorting you to your room.”

Without sparing even a moment, you began pulling Sae toward the door. Your grip was far from rough - he could escape easily if he felt like it - but he saw no reason to struggle. He had hardly noticed the fatigue seeping into his body, sapping his strength as the night grew late.

Sae’s knight was an inevitability. A constant. Guaranteed to be somewhere in the vicinity, be it hovering at his shoulder or stationed at a doorway just out of sight. Even as he reclined in his barely lit sitting room, there was no mistaking the uniformed figure lurking in the shadows near the tightly bolted door.

“Aren’t I safe enough in here? You can leave,” He waved you off halfheartedly, “Get some of that sleep you’ve been hounding me incessantly about.”

Your laugh floated over from the dark corner. At least someone had the energy for humor at this hour. “Believe me, if I weren’t under direct orders to stay here until Kento comes to replace me, I’d be comfortably cuddled up in my bed. Like you should be right now.”

With a sigh, Sae stood from his reading chair and made his way to his bed. He was hardly tired, but pretending to sleep would at least give you peace of mind. The last thing he needed was yet another person overly concerned about his safety, especially not one who was only concerned because it was their job.

Or was it? 

I have plenty of authority to care about you. 

Your words echoed in his mind. That hadn’t been on his father’s orders – none of the insistence that Sae cared for himself had been. It was, startlingly, the first time that concern for his safety had extended past duels and burglars and-

“ASSASSIN!!!”

Sae turned his head sharply, watching as a badly illuminated figure entered his room from the moonlit balcony, empty glass bottle in hand. His heart stopped in his chest. His feet wouldn’t move. He urged himself to run, to make his way to safety, to make his way toward you. The most he could do was turn and watch you as you charged.

The assassin stepped up behind him. The bottle came crashing down.

The last thing he registered was you running toward him, sword drawn, radiant like starlight incarnate.

“Good morning, your highness. How’d you sleep?”

Of course, the first thing Sae would hear after coming to consciousness would be his knight’s voice. Classic.

“What… what happened?” At some point, he’d been moved from the floor to his bed, and the lack of light from outdoors meant it was still night. The only people in the room, as far as he could tell, were him and the knight.

The knight chuckled. Someone ought to teach them that assassination is not a laughing matter.

“Well, some fool managed to climb up your balcony and hit you over the head with an empty liquor bottle. He got you pretty good, but at least you didn’t get cut by the glass shards. The doc said you’ll be fine in a day or two.” Somewhere across the room, your uniform rustled as you stood to leave, satisfied to know that Sae was alright. “Well, I’ll be going now. Kento, Miroku, and Tatsuki are outside if you need anything, but I’ll hopefully be back before you wake up. Get some sleep, you’ll need it.”

As Sae watched you retreat, he felt the sudden urge to reach out toward you; to thank you for saving his life yet again; to savor your company just a little longer. All that escaped his lips was a croaked, “Don’t-”

“Huh?” You turned, “Don’t what? You’ve gotta be specific if you’re giving me orders.”

Struggling for words, Sae sputtered, not entirely sure what he wanted. Don’t hate me? Don’t abandon me? Don’t resign from your post and never return?  “Leave.”

You sighed, turning back again. “Being evasive, I see. Good to know you’re back to normal. Goodnight, your highness.”

“Wait- No- Don’t leave. Stay. Please.” Sae didn’t realize, but he was reaching toward you with his hand as if trying to pull you back toward him. But of course, you were across the room, and  his fingers couldn’t find purchase.

“Your Highness, you’ll be perfectly safe, I promise. There are two guards outside and one on the balcony… I can tell Kento to come inside if that would make you feel safer.” It pained Sae how you didn’t look him in the eyes as you spoke – you hardly turned to face him. But that was about the treatment he deserved, considering how he had treated you, pushing you away and still expecting you to save his life.

“It’s not- Stay, Y/n, please. I- It’s nice. Having you around.” He begged, voice breaking. He cursed himself for sounding so foolish, so unnecessarily vulnerable. You were his guard, nothing more.

Oh, how he wished it was more.

“Oh. I guess… I guess I could stay,” You murmur, striding back toward him, “For what it’s worth, you’re not half-bad of a guy to guard. Following you around all day is pretty fun… even when you’re mad at me.”

Sae groaned, wanting nothing more than to hide under his bedsheets. Half the time when he snapped at you it was just to provoke a clever quip or witty insult from you who never seemed to care, and the other half the time, when he stepped too far, his stubbornness left the apologies aching in his chest.

“I’m not mad. Not usually,” He muttered, not entirely sure if you could hear or not. Sae assumed not, from the way you settled into one of his sitting chairs, leaning your sword belt against the arm. 

No, don’t sit there- The words were on the tip of his tongue, but you spoke first.

“I’ll sit here as long as you want, but you should get to sleep. Let me know if you need anything, alright? I’ll do my best to not doze off.”

“There is one thing,” Sae said, internally shuddering at how foolish his request seemed. But it was you, and you wouldn’t make fun of it… right?

You chuckled. “Spit it out before I fall asleep. This chair is ridiculously comfortable.”

“Come sleep with me. Propriety be damned.”

You looked at him incredulously, not believing the words that exited his mouth. A sentence you had long given up on hearing. But the response that forms bypasses that yearning entirely.

“Aww, does His Royal Grumpiness get cuddly when he’s concussed?”

He sighed and scowled – though the snarky reply made his heart skip a beat. “Shut it, Y/n. I’m serious. I’d like to be close to you.”

“As you wish, Sae,” You smiled, taking off your uniform coat and discarding it on the same chair that your sword leaned against. Sae watched you intensely as you removed your shoes and climbed into the soft, powder blue sheets. He’s quick to wrap his arms around you, drinking in the warmth of your skin. 

If only for a night, you could be his. You were his. And he was yours. By the witness of the stars. His troubled soul was held in the comfort of another, melting into the tenderness of an embrace outside of the reach of prying eyes. For the first time in far too long, the tension left the prince’s muscles, eased out by the soft breathing of his knight, his friend, his beloved.

In the silent depths of night, sweet words were whispered in dulcet tones. 

“I love you.”

Bonus: Two Weeks Later

Exactly two weeks after the ridiculous attempt on Prince Sae’s life, Aiku – Captain of the King’s Guard and your somewhat-direct superior – summoned you into his office.

Not pleased to be away from your job for too long, you intended to make this quick.

“Let me guess, you need help training new recruits? Because if that’s what you want, I can’t do it. I’m with Sae full time now,” You said, standing in the doorway. Aiku looked at you from where he leaned against his desk, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Familiar with His Royal Highness, are you?” The Captain asked, smirking, “Well, therein lies the problem.” 

You furrowed your brow, not entirely understanding what he meant. “And how is that an issue? You’re plenty familiar with His Majesty the King, why should I not be the same with the man I guard?”

“It’s not quite the same. Rumors are spreading, you know, and if things continue like this then you might be reassigned.” 

“Really? Why? I keep Sae perfectly safe, no?” Captain Aiku stepped toward you, straightened posture making him seem unnervingly tall. He lowered his voice, as if worried someone would overhear. “Listen, Y/n. Let me put it this way: If the king catches you and his son making bedroom eyes at each other one more time he will replace you. The rest of us on the guard don’t exactly appreciate it either.”

Suddenly a gentle wrapped around your waist, the newcomer’s chest pressed comfortingly against your back. You didn’t have to turn around to know that Sae had come to intervene, tugging you gently away from the Captain.

“Sorry to interrupt, Captain, but I will look at my knight however I please. If my father chooses to reassign Y/n, I will deal with him myself.”

i'm such a sucker for royalty au

[marcia-11111]

Daffodils. Prologue. Sae Itoshi x gender neutral reader

TW! 

Breakup, angst, and heartache

Synopsis:

Sae Itoshi is a Japanese prodigy pursuing his dream of becoming the world's best midfielder. In the race to his own goals, he loses the person dearest to him: you. 

(y/n) (l/n) - Sae’s ex-partner. You are an exchange student from a Spanish university who came to Japan. You met him a few years ago during your year abroad in Spain and became his partner. You have moved on, or you thought you had. However, what will happen when the one who wanted you to avoid him the most finds himself again in your life? Is he going to prove his love to you? Or will everything turn into another heartbreak? Does your heart want the Japanese prodigy back?

All "Blue lock" characters belong to the authors of the manga and anime "Blue lock".

h/c - hair colour

e/c - eye colour

s/t - skin tone

Please don't translate, plagiarise nor use my works on other social media platforms, etc.

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TWO YEARS AGO

Whoever said loving was supposed to be easy must have been lying. It was anything but pleasant for you. A young human being in their late teens. How would you have known that choosing to date as an adolescent could turn a person into a scarred soul? Today was one of those days when you wondered about everything, from decisions to hopes. The person whom your youthful heart elected to love became your boyfriend. The one you yearned for was the Japanese prodigy and Real Madrid’s Youth team midfielder. You didn't even know when your crush on someone you should not have accepted to crave had started; however, what should you have done when your heart was stronger than your will? 

You would have been fine if it had not been for your sensitivity, and you would not have been crying on the bed, hiding from the cruelty of the world. Everything you believed in was altered by the words he poured into your mind. You knew he was cruel, but you never imagined he would go so far as to destroy everything you would built together. The relationship with your boyfriend ended a week ago. Sae was your first love and the person you decided to commit to. It seemed you were not enough for him. All your affection only pushed him further away from you. Both of you parted ways in such a horrendous manner. Everything was fine until last Tuesday. Your soul became imprinted with the memory of that (not-so)-warm evening.

A soccer game before you broke up. You could not have gone there and chosen yourself over him, but you did not. Unfortunately, the bus came late, and when you arrived there, the second half had already started. Your eyes noticed how Sae struggled. The opposite team had an advantage of two points, and nothing could have been done to overcome the obstacles caused by the opponents’s strategy. 

The match had ended, and you came up to Sae. 

“Good job, Sae.” You smiled softly at him, and he scowled. “Is everything fine, my love?” His reaction filled your mind with worry.

“I am fine, (y/n).” Sae answered in a rude manner, “And I didn’t do well." He frowned, having been deeply in thought. After a minute’s pause. “We should break up.”

Your eyes widened. The heart started to beat faster, and no breath escaped your lips. 

“Why? We have dated for so long, Sae. Just why? Explain it to me. Please.” Tears welt up in your (e/c) eyes. You tried to grab his muscular arms.

The prodigy looked away and did not dare spare you even a glance. 

"Why?  I love you-” 

“You mean nothing to me, (y/n). You are only an obstacle. Every second I spend with you takes me away from becoming the best midfielder in the world. Go away. That’s all.” Sae expressed himself in a cruel and cold manner. The teal eyes were filled with nothing but ice. Tears spilled down your cheeks. “I have had enough of your soft and sensitive heart. Do not come back. I do not wish to see you anymore.” He added. His words made your aching soul hurt more. 

“But-” Your hand tried to grab his shoulder, but you took it away when Sae chose to step back. 

“No, (y/n). We are done. Our relationship was a plain waste of time. I was never truly yours. Stop lying to yourself.” The midfielder turned around, causing you to face his broad back. “I hope we never see each other again.” Then he left you all alone, crying your heart out.

It took everything you had not to fall. The person you cared most about broke you. The tears cascaded down like a waterfall. Your heart was filled with the rain clouds that sunny evening. That day, you decided never to fall in love again. However, the future is far more unpredictable than you might have thought.

[suksatoru]

being married to sae itoshi meant you were under his care 24/7. sunrise to sundown, all he did was fuss over his precious wife. but when you got pregnant, sae was on a whole other level of pure psycho.

he was always monitoring what you ate—ensuring no bad or spoiled food made contact with your lips. he'd have the highest quality meals brought right to your doorstep on nights you weren't in the mood to cook, and the finest heart shaped chocolates shipped all the way from switzerland waiting for you on your bedside table when you woke up. they were his way of saying sorry when he had to leave his two babies early in the morning due to practice.

you told him your baby had a sweet tooth one night when demanding chocolates at three am, but even as he'd rolled his eyes at your mini tantrum—he was already pulling out his phone and placing a hefty order of your favorite sweets that could probably keep a small village alive through the apocalypse.

whenever you came to his games in the winter or days it was raining, he made sure you were properly bundled up to protect yourself from the biting and ruthless cold. he ignored your whines about looking like a snowman—sae absolutely refused to let you take even a foot outside in bad weather unless you were dressed accordingly. he disliked a lot of things, but anything that may dampen your mood skyrocketed to first place when he learned how much he hated seeing you upset. like, heaven forbid, when you'd catch a cold.

but after learning about your pregnancy, he refused to show up to any game unless they had a private section where you could sit and watch safely. the vip spot simply wasn't enough, he needed to make sure no one else would bother you. you didn't seem to mind—you dragged rin with you to sae's games anyways, and the double protection of the private seating and his brother's presence allowed sae to play his best while at ease.

sae was meticulous in his routine when it came to you. he had his priorities set, and just the prospect of something happening to you made his eye twitch. he was the one in control, and he'd make sure it stayed that way. sure, he babied you beyond belief—spoiling you was an understatement. sae worshipped you, according to rin. sae would shrug at his younger brother's words, but he never did deny the statement.

so, when sae wakes up from the sound of rustling sheets and your pained whines, he's sitting up in an instant. every ounce of tiredness at being awoken from his sleep is thrown out the window when you weakly ask him to get a bag for you as you tell him you're definitely about to throw up.

he carries you to the bathroom, and while he holds your hair back—his mind is racing, running through everything you ate, touched, and breathed in the past few days. did someone else get you sick? you hadn't gone out these past few days, it was one of the rare weekends sae managed to find some free time in his schedule to stay at home with you. rin had visited and spent the night a few days ago, but his brother had been in perfect health. sae knows this because he refused to let poor rin into your shared home until he checked his temperature and vitals.

but pregnancy was something unpredictable. and, unfortunately, not a situation sae could chart out and control. your soft whimpers sounding through the air bring him back to reality as you weakly flush the toilet in front of you, slumping against him.

"gross," your murmur as your eyes flutter close. sae cradles your head to his chest, wrapping his arms around you with a subtle frown on his face. he presses a hand to your forehead, brows furrowing. you're burning up.

"cariño, what hurts?" sae questions, uncharacteristically soft. he runs a hand through your hair—which was damp from your own sweat. you don't give him a verbal response, resorting to letting out a pained cry as you rest your head against his chest. he frowns, tucking an arm under your knees as he picks you up bridal style and carries you back to bed.

your left hand rests weakly on the swell of your stomach, and he lays you onto the bed as gently as he possibly can before pressing the softest kiss he can manage onto your scalp.

"stay here. i'll be right back," he assures, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you nod slowly. he walks out of the room quickly—eyes catching the soft illuminating light of his bedside table, where the clock reads 4:28 AM. he dampens a cloth in the kitchen and grabs some painkillers, and he's by your side once again after another minute as he helps you swallow the medicine, carefully adjusting the cool washcloth on your forehead to help relieve some of the stress.

"this is your fault, sae. these are the kicks of a professional footballer," you laugh weakly, and sae huffs. wordlessly, he lays himself back into his spot beside you on the bed before placing a tentative hand on your stomach. and you're right, because sae can feel the gentle kicks under his palm.

"i'm sorry, cariño." is all he says as he glares at your tummy, almost like he's telling the baby inside to behave. you watch him, laughing quietly to yourself.

"it's not like she can see you, silly."

you don't even realize what you've said at first. neither has sae, but as he does—his movements while rubbing your stomach slow to a stop as he tilts his head downwards to meet your gaze. he cocks an amused brow at your words

"she?"

your cheeks heat as you realize what you've said, or what you've implied, really. you didn't know why—but it felt like the baby inside was a girl. sae's eyes twinkle with amusement as he presses a soft kiss onto your stomach

"i was thinking 'sae junior' for a name..."

"oi, don't make me kick you, sae."

his laughter is sleepy and low as he presses a kiss behind your ear, whispering quietly as he wraps the blanket around the two of you tighter.

"glad you're feeling better already. now, sleep."

he doesn't have to tell you twice. your soft breaths even out soon enough, and he makes a mental note to call your doctor in the morning. right now though, it's nearing five am. he usually went out for his morning run at this time—but he decides he'll sleep in today. nothing was better than having his little family safe and sound in between his arms, with the reassuring rise and fall of your chest lulling him back to sleep.

bllk masterlist. :P

[emmyrosee]

“Just one more,” you mewl.

“Oh my god.”

Sae has to leave. It’s past the point of him responsibly leaving, to now, where there’s no choice of him having to leave now, if he wants any chance of making it to practice on time.

But you, however, are seemingly far from getting your Itoshi Sae fix, not wanting to be far from him at all: you whimpered and whined when he got up for his run, you snuck into his shower with him, you looped your arms around his waist while he made his lunch, now you’ve got his face gripped in your hands, sponging kisses over him.

At first, sure, he loved the attention.

But Itoshi Sae has to leave. Four minutes ago.

“Hey,” he sighs softly, trying to push your shoulders back to peel you off of him. “You know I have to go. Don’t make this harder for me.”

“You don’t have to go,” you say simply. “You and I can just be hermits forever, hide here for the rest of our lives and cuddle forever.”

Tempting. Not that he’d ever tell you that.

“Don’t you want to stay here forever with me?”

He clicks his tongue, “you know I absolutely would if I could. But,” he makes a move to step away, and you whine and squeeze tighter. “I have to go. Then, when I come home, I’ll be able to tell you all about my day while we lay down. You like that.”

“I know I do, but,” you peer up at him with your lethal pout, “I like you being here more.”

Sae looks at the clock on the stove. Then back at you. Then he sighs and leans down to steal another kiss from you, slotting your lips with his. They move in harmony, eliciting small pants from you, and his hand cradles the back of your head lovingly. You mewl and rest your hands on his hips, letting the few seconds of heaven be savored between you.

When he finally pulls away, you’re smiling dopily, giddily, and Sae knows he hit the nail on the head.

You’d wanted a goodbye kiss. Sae always knows what you want from him, and in the morning, it just so happens to be a firm, loving, assuring goodbye kiss.

“Okay,” you purr, letting your hands roam over his back, compliant and melted in his arms. “You can go now. I’m happy.”

“You’re done with me?” He asks.

“Yeah, until tonight anyways,” you hum, kissing his chin. “Better go before I change my mind.”

He cracks a smirk, “you’re a real piece of work, you know that right?”

“What can I say?” You sigh dramatically. “I know how much you love a challenge.”

You’re right.

He really, really does.

[mooomuzan]

first kiss |. bllk men

your first kiss with kaiser is as dramatic and unpredictable as he is. he doesn’t plan it—he just acts on impulse. it happens after one of his games, when he’s still riding the high of a win, grinning like he owns the world. you’re teasing him, saying something about how he’d better not let it go to his head, and he suddenly leans in, cutting you off mid-sentence. the kiss is bold and confident, leaving no room for doubt about how he feels. when he pulls back, his signature smirk is firmly in place. “what can i say? i always score,” he quips, completely unashamed, but the slight pink on his ears betrays just how much that moment meant to him.

your first kiss with aiku is as smooth and teasing as he is, happening when you least expect it. it’s after a playful argument, the two of you bantering back and forth as he leans casually against the wall, a mischievous smirk on his lips. he tilts his head, watching you with that infuriatingly confident gaze, and just as you’re about to fire back a retort, he leans in and kisses you. it’s slow and deliberate, leaving no room for doubt about how he feels. when he pulls away, he chuckles softly at your stunned expression, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “i told you i’d shut you up one day,” he says, his voice low and teasing, though the warmth in his eyes gives away just how much the moment meant to him.

your first kiss with rin comes only after months of quiet, unspoken moments that slowly build into something deeper. rin doesn’t rush things—he doesn’t know how to. it’s late one evening, the kind of night where the world feels still, and you’re sitting side by side, closer than usual. the silence between you is thick with unspoken feelings, and rin’s eyes flicker between yours and your lips, his nerves barely hidden. he doesn’t say a word; he just leans in, his breath trembling against your skin, his lips brushing yours so gently it feels like a question. the kiss is soft and tentative, almost unsure, but there’s a quiet desperation behind it, like he’s pouring all the emotions he can’t say into that single moment. when he pulls back, his face is flushed, and he mutters, “don’t make this a big deal,” but the way his fingers linger against yours says he’s already thinking about the next time.

your first kiss with nagi happens in the quiet comfort of his room, months into your relationship, when the lines between lazy companionship and something deeper have blurred completely. it’s unexpected—he tilts his head lazily toward you during one of his long silences, his fingers absentmindedly playing with yours, and presses the softest, sleepiest kiss to your lips. when he pulls back, his cheeks are faintly pink, and he mumbles, “this is nice… let’s stay like this,” before resting his head against your shoulder, like kissing you was the easiest and most natural thing in the world.

your first kiss with reo is every bit as heartfelt and intentional as he is, happening after he’s spent weeks—maybe months—building up the courage. it’s late in the evening, after he’s walked you home, the soft glow of streetlights casting a warm hue around you. he stops at your doorstep, his usual confidence faltering as he lingers, his hand brushing against yours. with a gentle but determined look, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that’s tender but filled with the unmistakable passion he’s been holding back. when he pulls away, he’s grinning, his cheeks flushed, and he whispers, “i’ve been wanting to do that forever… it was worth the wait.”

your first kiss with isagi is sweet and unassuming, happening in a moment so ordinary it feels perfect. it’s after one of his matches, the adrenaline still buzzing in his veins as you walk beside him, laughing about something silly. he stops suddenly, his hand catching yours as he turns to face you, his eyes soft but determined. “i need to tell you something,” he says, his voice a little shaky, and before you can ask what, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that’s shy but full of emotion. when he pulls back, his cheeks are bright red, and he rubs the back of his neck, mumbling, “sorry, i couldn’t wait any longer.”

your first kiss with sae is deliberate, yet it still leaves you breathless. it happens one quiet evening, the two of you sitting side by side after his training. the air is crisp, his teal eyes catching the faint glow of the streetlights as he turns to you. “come here,” he says, his voice steady but low, and before you can respond, his hand brushes your cheek, guiding you closer. his lips meet yours, firm and confident, like he’s taking what he’s been waiting for. when he pulls back, his face lingers close, his breath warm against your skin. “you should’ve seen this coming,” he murmurs, a faint smirk playing on his lips, but there’s something soft in his eyes that makes your heart race.

[mechsangel]

lucky charm , ft. bllck

what the blue lock boys' good luck charm is | itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, michael kaiser

itoshi sae

i can imagine you getting him some kind of bracelet that he wears 24/7. he won't do anything like kiss it before a game because he thinks it's embarrassing. he doesn't think he needs luck—he's got talent, after all—but he still won't take it off. when you gifted him the bracelet, he probably didn't look all that impressed with it. but when you told him “i'll return it if you don't like it” he just scoffed and never even answered you. trust me, that's sae's version of the no, it's mine forever now. and he literally never takes it off. like. he wears it to his games, in the shower, at interviews. he gives no fucks.

he never talks about it though. he doesn't even like when you bring it up. he's just embarrassed ,, he's just a silly little guy.

shidou ryusei

i'm not going to be nsfw here but trust me, i could be. he's my favourite little freak. <3 but alas ,

his good luck charm is a kiss from you. i'm not talking about a little brush of your lips, no. i'm talking about a full on kiss, tongue and everything, before every single one of his games. if you're willing, he'll make a show out of it too. he'll make out with you right in the stadium after threatening the coach to let you sit on the bench with the team as opposed to somewhere in the audience.

he'll come out of the locker room, run up to you and just pull you into a kiss. if he could, he'd do it after every single one of his goals too. (he's probably tried this and figured out pretty quickly that it doesn't work all that well in the middle of a game)

nagi seishiro

nagi is a low effort type of guy. he likes easy things and he doesn't want to over complicate literally anything. so for him, i imagine it'd be something simple and sweet: a hug. before one of his games, you'll give him a tight hug & kiss on the cheek to seal the deal.

“do your best, sei!” you'll say and he'll complain and whine that it's a hassle, but at the end of the day, he will try to do his best for you. and so far, it's worked pretty well.

sometimes though, he won't want to leave your embrace. he'll just keep holding onto you until you have to literally pull him off because he needs to get to the locker room to get changed for the game. bribe him with cuddles and a gaming session if he does well and he'll let go—but not without complaining and whining.

michael kaiser

he has a lot of tattoos. so before an important game, you'll get a sharpie and add a little drawing to them. other people rarely see it since he's got to keep his arms covered most of the time during games anyway, but he knows it's there and it makes him want to be even better—want to impress you even more.

the night before a game, you'll add a cute little sketch of a cat to his arm with a little heart and he literally will not shower until after the game, just to make sure it stays there. i don't think it's so much about luck for him, i think it's just a reminder that you're watching him and he needs to be the best on the field.

[kissktten]

ticklish sae..

your boyfriend never really gets surprised by anything. so, when your hands reach out to grab at his ankle, he just stares. his teal gaze meets with yours, and he notes the little gleam you have in your eyes.

that’s when you start to tickle his foot.

he jerks, kicking his ankle away with just a little force�� he can’t help it! sae narrows his eyes at you, sitting up and leaning closer.

“don’t do that.” he’s say, lifting a hand to flick at your forehead to emphasise his point. however, that does nothing to deter you.

because you’ve grown a liking to the way he reacts when he’s being tickled.

he doesn’t giggle or smile— he just weighed around like a worm. it’s hilarious! his lips twitch and his leg lifts slightly as your hands dig at his sides, a wide smile plastered over your lips.

“name— hey!” you poke at his stomach, before moving to lightly tickle the side of his neck and that’s when it happens; your boyfriend’s expression shifts to the funniest you’ve ever seen.

he flinches, eyes widening just a little as his cheeks flush pink. a small, strangled laugh escapes his lips as you tickle at thst exact spot, your other hand moving to gently poke at the bottom of his foot.

sae doesn’t know how you found out about him being ticklish, but if he’s being honest; he can’t bring himself to complain about it.

masterlist

note: this was very lazy.. i’m writing it late at night so apologises for any mistakes / crazy writing

[seneon]

where they like to kiss you ──── blue lock various.

featuring. isagi, bachira, chigiri, nagi, itoshi brothers.

notes. i might write a part two with others characters but idk 😭 all fluffy headcanons. gn! reader.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ISAGI YOICHI

yoichi loves to kiss your forehead. it also really depends if you have bangs or not. if you have bangs, he'll shift them up or pull them away to peck a quick kiss on your forehead. he's very sweet with kissing your forehead too... you can tell that he's intimate and he's showing his least (which is really a lot) amount of love through kisses on your forehead. the way you'd lean forward to let him kiss is also very cute to him!

𖥔 ݁ ˖ BACHIRA MEGURU

all over your face. i don't make the rules. you know this guy will not stop kissing until he kisses every part of your face. especially the part where you're most insecure about. your nose? he'll kiss it a hundred times. the acne scars? he'll kiss it a thousand times. meguru wants you to feel loved and appreciated ALWAYS. so he never leaves a single spot out. i feel he kisses your belly a lot too... idk 💯💯

𖥔 ݁ ˖ CHIGIRI HYOMA

hyoma adores your hands. super gentle with your hands. he's like those pretty prince charming that steals a hand kiss. this boy probably does hand care so don't be surprise is his hands are like prettier or better looking than yours. that doesn't stop him from also doing hand care on you though. he's so gentle and sweet, he kisses so intimately between your fingers and brings your palm next to his face so he can kiss it even more while smiling sweetly at you. wskjahsjs he's so...

𖥔 ݁ ˖ NAGI SEISHIRO

definitely kisses your jaw a lot. seishiro's super lazy, he leans or cuddles you ALL THE TIME .in result to that, expect a loooootttt of jaw or neck kisses. he doesn't even make it sexual, it's so natural and innocent as if he's appreciating you through his kisses. he's so koala core, very huggable. he's twice your size (probably) and a big baby. bro clings onto you and gives you hugs from the back too. and from those back hugs, he'll just... smooch your jaw. probably thinks your jaw/neck is so kissable...

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ITOSHI RIN

cheeks. rin doesn't really know how to be intimate with you. so when he saw his dad kissing his mom on her cheeks, he took that and does it to you. because his mom giggles, and you giggle, he believes that it works. to see your cheek flushed red is also an enjoyable sight for him. rin feels completed every single time he leans in to peck your cheeks. definitely would trick you into kissing your lips then pecking your cheeks because that's just who rin is.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ITOSHI SAE

classically enough, sae loves to kiss your lips the most. of course he kisses elsewhere, but he finds lips to be the most affectionate. the older itoshi probably won't kiss elsewhere other than your lips, mainly because he finds kissing elsewhere pretty nonsensical. and he just loves the way your lips feel. he makes out with you a lot. just saying!!! the kissing session will be so romantic too like wow wdym wine candles soft music dim lighting warm atmosphere perfect scenery below... sae the man you are..

TAGS 𖥔 ݁ ˖ @hyoismbbg @saewako @kaiser1ns @noirflms @cheqorb @sakireiz

© SENEON 2024 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[haikyuubby]

freak in you ; bachira headcannons

“room full of beautiful women but i want one”

✭ - smut, could be read as a female or gender neutral reader

how it started:

• bachira loved having a s/o, he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

• but he also loved having sex with said s/o.

• when you and bachira first got together, you found out that you were the only person that he’s ever dated before.

• with that, it was safe to assume that he was a virgin.

• when you guys first started getting intimate, it didn’t begin with sex immediately.

• you were a treasure to him, he didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize losing you, so you both agreed to take things slow in your relationship.

• (slow being 3-4 months before actually doing it)

• you wanted to take things slow, especially since you’d be his first.

• it started with passionate, fiery makeout sessions that lasted near an hour.

• then, you offered to give him head for the first time and he was in heaven.

• soon after he’d start doing things to you, being more of a giver than receiver.

• when the time finally came for you two to do it, you took more of the initiative, making sure he was having fun the whole time.

headcannons:

• bachira is definitely a moaner, and a loud one too.

• has crazy stamina

• his fav position is probably cowgirl, lotus, or a mating press.

• loves, loves, LOVES giving, but also likes receiving sometimes too.

• likes the thrill of doing stuff in hidden public areas

• likes having his hair pulled

• loves to give/receive hickeys

• prolly not the type to have a specific music playlist playing in the background, but something more like background noise from the tv (like adventure time or tawog).

• will use a condom if you ask, but really doesn’t care.

• will pull out if needed

• likes to hold your hand while giving you backshots

• he loves to cum on your face after you give him head

• overall, sex with bachira is usually a 10/10 on most days.

[narcjsistx]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓 | smau with sae itoshi x fem reader | part one

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

part two here

[glamourscat]

hi)

do you think which blue lock boys would rather date an extrovert and which an introvert?

Introvert or Extrovert? BLLK HCS

Introverted:

Chigiri: his type is literally someone who can contrast his strong personality. Someone calm and quiet. Definitely would work wonderfully with an introverted s/o

Shidou: introvert who matches his freak. He is loud, explosive (pun intended) and did I say loud? He is the type of extrovert who would bring the introvert out of their shell. But with that aside, he has also this "calmer" side we see glimpses off in the egoist bible. He needs someone who's the opposite of him

Rin: I don’t think I need to say anything about this lol 

+ Kunigami, Niko, Sae, Hiori, Barou, Kurona

Both: 

Reo: honestly I think he has a preference for introverted people but can work with both

Isagi: he strikes me as the type of introvert to become an extrovert if needed. Which could be a good way to balance any relationship he finds himself in 

Bachira: Bachira adopts extroverts and introverts alike. He might need someone more calm to contrast with his wild side but he also needs someone just as “wild” as him to keep up with him. Just like Reo he can fit in both sides

+ Karasu, Ness

Extroverted: 

Nagi: this boy needs someone to bring him out of his shell. Someone energetic, who’s the total opposite of him. Seems like an oxymoron, i know, but he needs someone to 'push him

+ Aryu, Charles, Aiku, Otoya, Zantetsu, Raichi

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

ice cream - s. itoshi

itoshi sae hated the current situation that he was in.

mud squelching underneath his boots, sae held the soccer ball in his hands carefully, only the tips of his fingers touching the mud-covered soccer ball. rin had accidentally kicked it too far away, and just as sae went to go get the ball, it started raining.

no, pouring.

at the ripe age of nine years old, sae knew very well of what he liked and disliked. he liked salted kombucha tea. he disliked interviewers and the media. he liked seagulls. he disliked people giving him expectations. he liked the end of summer. he didn’t like overly emotional people. he loved soccer. he hated school. he loved rin.

he just didn’t know how to feel about you.

you were his next door neighbor, and you were…strange? no, that wasn’t the right word. but sae didn’t know what way to describe you; you cried over small things, you ate far too unhealthy, and you talked to him a lot. but at the same time, you were kind to rin, you would use your allowance to buy sae bottles of water when he ran out during practice, and you never seemed to mind his rude nature. he would sometimes buy you ice cream to repay you for buying him water, which you always beamed at.

his heart would stutter just a little at the sight of you, his cheeks would warm just a little bit at your compliments, and his eyes would glimmer just a little at the sight of your smile.

choked sobs were the last thing that sae expected to hear in the pouring rain.

your bike next to you and your hands grasping the bike handles, warm tears rolled down your cherry colored cheeks uncontrollably. raising an eyebrow, sae decided to stay outside just a little bit longer. “what now?” sae asked, walking over to you through the puddles of water that begin to form. you began to choke out something incoherent before sae rolled his eyes, scoffing. “speak clearly. you sound like you belong in an asylum.”

“t-the ice cream! it’s gone! they don’t have it anymore! and i went to a farther store to get one, but theirs was too expensive!” you exclaimed, wiping away your tears rapidly, the rain running down your hair. sae’s head tilted to the left slightly, furrowing his eyebrows.

“the ice cream…?” he thought of the ice cream shop nearby, the one he always bought you and rin ice cream from.

“the type that you first bought me! the vanilla flavored one with the popsicle.”

oh, that one. sae didn’t get it; it was just an ice cream, what was so special about it? you could literally just buy it online or something. “you just said that another store had it.” he pointed out. “can’t you just borrow some of your parents’ money or something?”

“it was 300 yen, and i only have 210 yen on me.” you muttered. “and mama and papa are already having a hard enough time with money. i dont wanna keep on bothering them.” sae frowned; god, why couldn’t this just end quickly? it was raining so damn hard.

“it’s still just an ice cream.”

“no, it’s not!” you cried. “sae, this was the first ever ice cream you bought me, this was the ice cream i ate when my parents divorced, the was the ice cream i ate when i did bad on a test to feel better, this was the ice cream i ate when i did good on a test to celebrate, and this was the ice cream that i always buy.” you sniffed.

sae blinked. this ice cream was special to you…because this was the first ever one that he had bought you? his heart raced unbearably fast, to the point where he could hear his heart beating in his ears. his face was on fire right now despite the cold rain hitting his head and shoulders every moment, and he glanced away.

“wait here. i’ll be back soon.” sae ran back into his house, ignoring his parents’ calls of concern and rin’s desire for the soccer ball, and emptied his piggy bank.

3000 yen. that was enough for you to buy ten of them.

he ran back outside to you, and he couldn’t help the slight softness of his features when he realized that you’ve stopped crying. he shoved the money into hour hands, looking down at you. when you looked up at him as if he were some sort of saint, his face hardened, and he scowled. “this is only because your crying is annoying. and don’t go back to that farther store until the rain stops, because you’ll just get hurt and start crying to me again.”

despite his unbelievably rude words, you beamed. “thank you, sae! you’re so kind!”

sae swore that he could feel his heart exploding.

years later, sae is back from spain to renew his passport. he’s staying at his house for a while; after all, he’s always been the favorite child. he takes a walk around the neighborhood just to relive the nostalgia before he has to inevitably return to spain in a month or so. as he’s walking, his eyes eventually linger on the old ice cream store that he used to buy you and rin ice cream at.

with thinking, he slides the familiar glass door open. one popsicle with no sugar or artificial flavors won’t hurt him. as he’s scanning the freezers, his eyes zero in on one.

a certain vanilla flavored popsicle.

his eyes can’t help but soften as he remembers that day in the rain, and he picks the popsicle up, walking to the check out counter. he’s glad that it’s in stock again, although it probably took a while. at the checkout counter, he expected to see the kind old auntie who owned the store, but instead, his jaw went slack at the sight in front of him.

it’s you.

you seem just as shocked as he is, the name tag pinned on your shirt reflecting off of the store’s plastic lights. sae’s eyes widen by just a fraction; he didn’t see you during his neighborhood walk yet, but he thought that you would just be busy or something. how ironic, the fact that you’re working in the very store you once cried over.

but sae can’t help but notice. he can’t help but notice the same glimmer in your eyes. he can’t help but notice how your hair is just a little bit longer.

he can’t help but notice how beautiful you look.

“you’re back!”

a/n: could you tell that this was inspired by that one scene in better than the movies? reading that book for the first time altered my brain chemistry. also, i know that i said i have a hard time writing for sae, so im just trying this out because this prompt fits best with him.

[suksatoru]

if there's one thing sae itoshi knows about you, it's that you are shameless when it comes to his back muscles.

he's used to feeling your curious hands rubbing up and over the slopes and expanse of his back in the early hours of the morning. and you're cheeky—you make him shiver under the duvet whenever you place those feather light kisses all over him.

you start by moving the hair resting at the nape of his neck, pressing a single kiss onto the soft skin before gliding your lips downwards, your path traveling to his shoulder blades. and from there, you move down to his back.

sae is used to it now. the moment he feels your fingers brush against his cheek and move towards his neck—he hides the small, rare smile threatening to break out onto his face by smushing his cheek into his pillow. today, you start by pressing a soft kiss onto his scalp.

"good morning, handsome," you giggle, eyes gleaming and far too lively for it being six am in the morning as sae hums sleepily, his voice gravely and deep with exhaustion. instinctively, sae rolls onto his stomach for you, folding his arms and resting his head onto his forearms in the process.

you're crawling onto his back moments later, with your thighs pressed flush against his bare skin. the light streaming from the open balcony window shines directly onto sae, and you pause—taking a moment to admire the sight in front of you.

the sunlight makes him appear like he's glowing—pink tufts curl and wrap around his head like a halo, and the particles in the air look like shimmering glitter in sae itoshi's presence.

sae had that effect on things around him. your eyes move down to his back—your favorite part—and you're trying so hard not to sigh at the mere sight. his muscles flex with impatience when he doesn't feel your sweet kisses worshipping his body like they did every morning, and he squints an eye open to glare at you from where he laid.

"y/n," he mumbles, moving a hand backwards to tap your thigh impatiently as you shush him

"shh...let me grab my phone. my 'sae itoshi's wet hair out of the shower' wallpaper is about to be replaced by my 'sae itoshi's back in the morning' wallpaper," you laugh quietly, leaning over to grab your phone off your bedside table as you snap a quick picture—tossing it onto the edge of the bed once you get a good angle.

sae is the perfect muse—he stayed still for you while you took your picture. whether it was out of laziness or the fact that he just didn't care, you were grateful either way. he rolls his shoulders, and you watch his muscles ripple like waves as he lets out a quiet come on now.

and so your sweet assault begins. sae's entire body relaxes, and he feels like butter melting under you as your lips and tongue paint their devotion in the most passionate manner he'd ever have the pleasure of knowing. no one does it like you do—loves him, that is. those words are muffled by the pillow he's smushed his face into as he speaks them, and sae wonders how he ever woke up peacefully before you came into his life.

your lips transverse sae's back longingly—and you're peppering kisses onto his milky white skin, creating your very own constellation of stars. and sae thinks nothing, absolutely nothing in the world could bring him out of this moment of pure serenity with you.

well, that is until you bite him.

"fucking—ow!"

"oops! sorry baby!"

blue lock masterlist! :P

[meowabito]

masterlist

itoshi sae likes to rest his head on your ass.

is that weird? no, don’t tell him— because he really doesn’t care if it is or not. either way, your boyfriend will always find his way to his favourite position.

he doesn’t even like it in a sexual way. he just really enjoys resting his cheek against your behind, arms wrapped around your waist as he practically crushes your legs under his weight.

“sae, i need to get up..” you try, weakly trying to push the man off of you— however, it was no use.

“five more minutes.” he grumbles, tightening his grasp on your waist and slumping further against you. he loves your ass, and he loves you. sae’s so happy he could just melt into a puddle right here.

“you say that every time and it’s never five minutes.”

[mooomuzan]

── JEALOUSY

how they‘d act when they are jealous , fluff , rin , sae , chigiri , bachira , isagi , reo & kunigami x gn! reader

ღ — Rin Itoshi who is the type to pull you into his arms without a moment’s hesitation, his grip firm and unrelenting, the rest of the world be damned. It’s in the sharp edge of his jaw, the cold way his eyes cut across the room to the one who thought they could get too close. He doesn’t say much—he doesn’t need to. The way he holds you closer, fingers splayed possessively against your lower back, makes his point crystal clear. “They’re wasting their time,” he mutters lowly, his voice for you alone, as if no one else exists.

ღ — Sae Itoshi who doesn’t lose his composure, even when jealousy simmers beneath the surface. He approaches calmly, sliding in beside you as if he’s always belonged there, his shoulder brushing yours. The smile on his lips is cool, indifferent, but the faint crease between his brows betrays him. He doesn’t look at you when he murmurs, “This conversation seems pointless, don’t you think?” His gaze flicks to the other person briefly—like they’re insignificant—before he tilts his head, voice dropping, “Let’s get out of here. I’m bored.”

ღ — Kunigami Rensuke who doesn’t hold back when he’s jealous, his protective instincts taking over as he steps between you and the offending party. His tall frame looms just enough to make his presence known, his arm settling securely around your shoulders as he pulls you against his side. “Everything alright here?” he asks, his voice polite but carrying an edge of warning. There’s a heat in his gaze that dares the other person to try something, but it softens when he looks at you. “You don’t need anyone else—I’m right here.”

ღ — Nagi Seishiro who would sigh dramatically as he appears beside you, draping himself over your shoulder like he’s bored, but there’s a subtle tension in the way he clings to you. His lazy eyes slide toward the person who’s caught his attention, unamused. “You really don’t know when to stop, huh?” he mutters, fingers hooking around the hem of your shirt like he’s anchoring you to him. He doesn’t bother to say anything else, because the way he pulls you closer makes it obvious—he is the one who gets to keep you close.

ღ — Isagi Yoichi who isn’t one to let jealousy stew; he steps in without hesitation, his hand resting on the small of your back as he pulls you into his space. His smile is polite, almost casual, but the intensity of his gaze says otherwise. “We’ve got plans, right?” he says smoothly, not giving you or the other person room to protest. His grip on you is gentle but firm, fingers pressing into your side as he leads you away. Once you’re alone, his voice softens, a little sheepish. “Don’t let them get too close again, okay?”

ღ — Mikage Reo whose jealousy shows in the way he doesn’t leave your side for even a second, his arm looping possessively around your waist as he shoots the other person a sharp, pointed smile. “Having fun?” he asks, though there’s no warmth behind his words. The tension in his posture makes it clear he’s holding back, but he leans in closer, his voice dropping just for you. “Don’t give them the time of day. They can’t hold a candle to me, and you know it.”

ღ — Meguru Bachira who doesn’t hide his jealousy at all—he steps right into the space between you and the other person, his grin playful but his gaze sharp. “Ah, there you are!” he chirps, looping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you firmly against him. His hug is secure, almost possessive, as he tilts his head with that mischievous gleam in his golden eyes. “You weren’t planning on running off without me, were you?” he teases, his tone light but carrying an edge that makes his intentions clear. And just as quickly, he flashes the other person a wide, unbothered smile. “Better luck next time.

ღ — Chigiri Hyoma who moves with quiet precision when jealousy strikes, his steps deliberate as he closes the distance between you and whoever’s stealing too much of your attention. He slips beside you with an effortless grace, his arm brushing against yours as his sharp crimson gaze flicks toward the other person—cool, but cutting. “You’re coming with me,” he says softly, his tone firm enough to leave no room for protest as his fingers lightly graze yours. The touch is fleeting but intentional, as if reminding you where you belong. And when he looks at you, his voice drops just for you to hear, “They don’t deserve your time.”