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jenoutof10 · 3 months
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reo doodles from @popponn 's reo blurb
* i forgot he wore a coat but by the time i reread it i was too far gone 😭 (creative liberties, they say)
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doobean · 6 months
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SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN - ISAGI YOICHI
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synopsis: A quick game of truth or dare goes a long way for you and your boyfriend.
contents: afab!fem!reader, college au, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, parties, the whole college experience, awkward first times, isagi centric, narration heavy throughout, explicit content (he calls you baby, unprotected, virginity loss, fingering, handjob, saddling, clothes stay on!!, finishing inside, a lil bit of aftercare and cuddles), mdni word count: 3.9K a/n: was originally req on my other blog before i dedicated a whole post to it because why not... also idk if its actually called saddling or not but some of these sex positions have weird names so im just gonna call it saddling (u sit in his lap)
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It's not Isagi's fault when the topic comes up. Everyone is drinking—like an absurd amount.
On this particular night, they win their last game of the season, and what better way to celebrate than at Reo Mikage's overly lavished-out apartment? Bachira is the first one to suggest a party and, after minimum persuasion, Reo offers up his place. Tonight is also the night that everyone finds out that Reo has a fucking wine cellar. The type of wine cellars with evil-looking spiral staircases that can hold a multitude of foreign wines and hard liquor that Isagi can't even pronounce even if he tries.
And it's also not Isagi's fault when he agrees to play "truth or dare", foolishly thinking that it'll remain PG-13 as if he had forgotten that having Shidou and Bachira around makes everything but PG-13. Everyone is about four shots in when Shidou's tongue starts getting loose and suddenly everyone becomes interested in their teammates' sex lives — specifically Isagi's sex life with you.
So this is how it happens. This is how they get on this ridiculous tangent.
They’re guys, so the shift in conversation comes as no surprise to Isagi. Even though Isagi doesn’t actually have any legitimate interest in said conversation.
"You can't avoid answering by taking shots," Bachira almost slaps the shot glass from Isagi's grasp as he brings it up to his lips. "C'mon, just tell us already, Yoi."
Approximately ten minutes before his turn, Isagi has learned against his will that Shidou has slept with nearly half of the cheerleading team — all while wearing the school’s mascot costume. His best friend, Bachira Meguru, apparently has a slight degradation kink and is secretly a masochist. Reo and Nagi? Shared a few girlfriends between them during the course of high school and freshman year of college. And now it’s his turn.
"Fuck off," Isagi scoots away from Bachira and settles closer to Rin on his right, the only 'normal' one of the group for tonight. "Can we just skip to the next person?"
The whole team is sitting on the living room floor in a circle, each person clutching either a bottle of alcohol or one of Reo's weirdly expensive shot glasses that he says his father had bought from Switzerland. The whole team, minus Rin, also can't seem to let go of the conversation. Almost as if everyone knows the truth and is waiting for Isagi to say it himself.
"Nuh-uh," Reo sloppily points his finger at Isagi and leans slightly forward, almost faceplanting himself on the floor if Nagi hadn't pulled him back in time. "You've been avoiding all the juicy questions tonight, Isagi."
Maybe it's his secretly inflated ego but Isagi likes to think of himself as a good boyfriend. And a good boyfriend should keep all private details... private. Even if there are no details to share.
"You guys are drunk." Isagi points out and nudges an overly tipsy Bachira away with his foot.
Kunigami leans against the couch behind him and throws his head towards the ceiling. "That's the whole reason why we're playing this in the first place."
"So, answer the question, Isagi." Shidou tips his wine bottle back, it's nearly empty, and goes in for another drink. "How often do y'all do it?" He asks with a sly smirk.
Isagi bites his lips, trying his best to look threatening while the red from the alcohol blushes his cheeks. "I'm not answering."
Chigiri huffs from across and jabs Shidou's side. "Just give him a dare instead, this is getting boring."
"Rinnie, give him a good one."
Rin flicks Shidou a seething glare at the nickname but the other male laughs it off. Everyone does because, unlike Rin and Isagi, everyone is currently shitfaced. Still, Isagi can't help but wonder what his long-term rival has up his sleeves. They didn't have the best friendship, but at least they can somewhat acknowledge each other's skills to some degree, even if Rin can be a dick at times.
After what seems to be a long while, Rin speaks up. "I dare you to go home."
He says it so nonchalantly that it makes Isagi almost spit out his drink. "Excuse me?"
Rin repeats it again and Bachira, who's now seven shots in, chimes in. "Oh! So he can fuck his girlfriend, right?"
Rin rolls his eyes, wearing an exasperated expression. "Yeah, sure."
On any other day, Isagi would feel offended but that isn't the first emotion that overcomes him. He feels oddly... relieved? But he can't let the other drunkards know that, obviously. Rin gives him a knowing look and takes another shot.
"Dumbass, are you going to do it or not?"
Tonight's been weird, Isagi thinks. Is his rival looking out for him?
Isagi hesitantly stands up and settles his drink on a nearby tabletop before shuffling towards the front door to grab his gym bag and backpack in the corner. "You guys are losing your minds." He fakes a frown.
"Ugh, you're no fun Rinnie."
"Isagi Yoichi doesn't do shit with his girl, that's all I'm hearing."
"Waah? No, he definitely does! I think?"
He drowns out the background noises as he pulls out his phone and hovers over the Uber app. Hopefully, his teammates will forget about this interaction by tomorrow morning.
And while Isagi knows that it shouldn't matter, he would be lying to himself if he hadn't thought about taking things to the next level with you. Still, he feels like it shouldn't be his choice to decide the pace of the relationship. He's an average student in terms of academic performance and has already secured a spot on the national team before graduation. On the other hand, you're currently studying almost every night to keep your scholarship and aspire to get into graduate school. Isagi would be absolutely floored if he suddenly became a distraction — your distraction.
Which explains why during the course of the six-month relationship the most that you guys have gone far with is second base: makeout sessions and basically anything that's above the waistline.
Instead of heading back to his apartment, Isagi finds himself typing in your campus address into the Uber search bar. He doesn't really know why but maybe the combination of the alcohol and vulnerable conversations tonight really messed something in his weird brain. Your place is pretty close to his, so he can just walk home afterward, and plus he needs to see you to... what? To vent? Maybe that's what he needs.
It didn't take long when he finally arrived in front of your apartment. Most of the alcohol by now has settled down, so hopefully he doesn't look like a mess when he sees you.
Isagi rings the bell. There’s a moment’s silence, then a shuffling, the sound of the door clicking in the lock, and —
"Yoichi?"
Your hair is down and slightly damp as if you had just come out of the shower not long ago. You're wearing one of Isagi's old shirts that he gave you on one of your earlier dates, a large graphic tee featuring a faded-out character from a show he doesn't remember. The shirt hangs barely past your thighs and... Isagi's eyes bug out just a bit because of course you're not wearing shorts. A good deal of your thighs are exposed, and Isagi wonders why he feels so goddamn uncomfortable about that. 
He hears his name again and snaps his eyes up. "S-Sorry, is it late for you?"
Your laugh makes his stomach flip a few times. He knows it's late. It's nearly midnight but you're still making time to talk to him. God, he feels lucky to have someone who's as patient as you.
"You know you're always welcome over, right?" You step aside and motion your arms inside. "Come in, you look like you have a lot on your mind, Yoichi."
Isagi is also grateful that you like to keep the lights off when you study, excluding the tiny desk lamp you have, because the last thing he wants to happen is you making fun of his alcohol-ridden cheeks. He's pretty sure you can smell the tequila from his breath as he thanks you, and also sure that all that weird watermelon-flavored vaping smell from Karasu and Otoya is sticking to his clothes. Because you're the way you are, he knows that you'll offer to wash his clothes because the next thing you say is —
"You smell, Yoichi. And not in a good way!"
Okay, he didn't expect those exact words to fly out of your mouth, but he understands what your intentions are.
Isagi throws his hands up in defense and laughs. "The guys went a bit too hard, I know. Can't exactly help that."
He allows you to remove his jacket and you point toward your drawers. "I think I still have some of your clothes somewhere there. Just throw the rest in the hamper and I'll get to it."
And he does exactly that. Isagi ends up wearing a shirt that he could've sworn he lost forever ago and a pair of boxers that he lets you wear from time to time. It's not unusual for you to have some of his clothes since you guys have made it a tradition to try and have somewhat regular sleepovers on weekends that aren't crammed with football games and practice exams.
Once he hears your in-unit washing machine go off, he walks out and makes himself at home on your couch. It's been a long day, and he knows that he shouldn't extend his stay judging from your bookmarked textbooks and wall of sticky notes of god knows what formulas, but he finds the remote and flips on the television.
Oh, perfect. It seems that the show you two were binging from days ago is still paused.
"Hey," You plop down next to him and curl up to his side. Isagi tries his best to not stare at your thighs. "Wanna tell me what's on your mind?"
Isagi finds his shoulders immediately relaxing at your words and lets his mouth run with a small pout accompanying his lips afterward. "For the record, everyone was drunk so I doubt they would remember tomorrow, but they were pretty nosy about our sex lives."
You blink and tip your head. "Oh, well did you tell them?"
Isagi groans, breaking eye contact, and lifts a hand to his head to rub away the incoming headache. "No, I don't think they'll let go of it if I've told them."
It's stupid and irrational, Isagi knows that for sure. But he really doesn't want his private business being spread around by a bundle of testosterone and egotistical college guys. Not with your name in the mix.
"Then, do you want to change that?" You ask quietly, tugging Isagi out of his thoughts. Your words take him by complete surprise. In fact, that's the last thing he expected you to say. He'd expected more of your usual harmless complaints against his team.
Isagi withdraws back, just enough to see if maybe you're also drunk, but the sobriety of your straight face is enough to convince him that maybe you've gone insane instead. "What? We don't have to do anything just because of the guys. I want you to feel comfortable, you know?"
"I know!" You say in a rush and he flinches at your volume.
He makes out your flustered cheeks with the dim lighting from the television and suddenly you start fidgeting with the hems of your shirt. It's at that moment that Isagi takes note that he's been shamelessly staring at your thighs for god knows how long.
You bury your face into his shoulders as you continue. "Are you bored in our relationship, Yoi?"
Now Isagi is really confused and, frankly, a bit scared. Are you going to break up with him? Or do you think he's going to break up with you?
A free hand cradles your head while the other takes a tight grasp of your hands. Isagi holds you close as he places a longing kiss on your forehead. "Of course not, why on earth would you even think that? Is everything alright?"
He feels your body squirming around for a bit and then a shaky sigh. "We just—we never do anything. I don’t want you to feel embarrassed when you’re around your friends."
Ah shit, that’s where he fucked up.
"Hey, sorry I didn’t mean to come off that way. I’m not ashamed of what we currently do. I just think it’s best to keep things private to ourselves at the end of the day as opposed to sharing it with others." He explains.
"But don’t you ever just wanna do more than making out?"
He blinks and his mouth gapes. "What?"
"All we ever do is make out, you don’t touch me anywhere else but my chest… don't you want to go further?" Your voice lowers significantly at the last bit. 
You’re still not looking to meet his gaze. And you’re actively trying not to because Isagi feels the weight of your head leaning against his body more. He doesn’t push it and instead accepts it. Clearly, this is something that he didn’t foresee. Maybe you’re also like him, uncertain and awkward about bringing up the topic. 
Isagi arranges his face in the most neutral expression, ignoring his thundering heart, before lifting your head off his shoulders. "Then do you want to mess around a bit?"
You answer in a way that makes him melt. Your arms sling around his neck, lips soon finding solitude against his, seemingly not caring if his breath does smell one too many shots of alcohol from earlier. Isagi is taken aback by your sudden boldness and it takes him a moment to register what’s going on before returning the same energy back. A quick swipe from your tongue is all he needs to know that you’ve been touch-starved for too long.
You're straddling his lap now and the boxers Isagi's currently wearing is doing a rather poor job of masking the huge tent that's grinding right against you. He pulls away from the heated kiss, watching in a daze as a trail of salvia connects between you two, and winces when he feels your weight pressing against his length. 
"W-Wait, slow down a bit…" He tries to lift you up but you stay steady in his lap.
Your hands rest on his chest and you shake your head. "I wanna go all the way tonight. Can we do that, Yoichi?" There’s something about the way his name rolls off your tongue that sets Isagi off but he has to make about one thing.
"Are you sure? Like positive?"
And the heat in your gaze holds a clear promise — you want this more than anything.
He tries to lift you up slightly again, and this time you follow along. Isagi feels you flinch under his touch as his calloused fingers trace their way down to your panties, toying with the lace ribbon at the front before slipping underneath the cotton fabric. It’s completely soaked through and the way his index finger easily slides between your folds has you almost crying out in embarrassment. 
“Baby,” Isagi hisses through his teeth as he gets familiar with the foreign gummy walls. “All this for me?”
Your boldness from before seems to have dissipated once Isagi took control. You only sigh in response when Isagi nips at the space between your neck and shoulder. Isagi groans against your skin when you find yourself sinking deeper into his finger from the touch.
“Touch me more, please…” 
Having you this close to him, holding him, spilling out these phrases that he didn’t expect to hear, it’s all too much for Isagi. His lips reconnect with yours again, this time with more force and desperation. Your body shudders and twitches under his palm as he picks up his rhythm, inserting an additional finger and then a third one. 
“Does that feel good, baby? Tell me how you like it.” Isagi pays close attention to the small shifts on your face as he attempts to stretch out your walls bit by bit. “Let me know if it’s too much and I’ll stop.”
You bury your face deep into his shoulders once more. “Don’t stop, it feels really good, Yoichi.” It’s his turn to twitch when he feels a hand palming at his own arousal. “Can I have a turn, too?” You have no idea how much weight your words carry. A simple question like that makes Isagi’s stomach twist in knots.
“Y-Yeah, you can.”
The position is a bit awkward but, eventually, it ends with your hands engulfing around his throbbing length poking out from his boxers while he’s knuckle-deep in your entrance. The slick, wet sounds coming from your folds is the only audible noise in the room, other than your occasional mews and Isagi's muffled grunts as you pump him off.
When his length is embarrassingly covered in his pre, Isagi releases his digits from your warmth. "I'm going to finish at this rate, baby." He breathes out.
You shyly meet his eyes, both of you jolting at the incredibly warm and slippery mess you've created from playing with each other when you line his length against your entrance. "I'm going to put it in, Yoi." Your voice is shaky and your free hand grips his thigh as you slowly descend.
Isagi breathes out a raspy gasp as he watches your heat swallow his length. Seeing his arousal disappear inch by inch is a sight that he’ll burn in his mind forever and, when your walls squeeze around him, it takes everything in his power to not cum right then and there. His hands immediately find home on your hips, thumbs digging into the sides and his digits kneading at the flesh of your ass. You’re tight, hot, and overwhelming all at the same time. The feeling consumes him entirely.
"Fuck," Isagi throws his head back and screws his eyes shut. "Don't move—give me a second."
You moan in return, eyes shifting away from the sight. "Take your time, Yoi."
Isagi lets you cockwarm him for a few seconds, feeling himself slowly calming down as he adjusts to your tight walls and begins to thrust slowly. You don't bother shielding your moans, and it makes things all just a bit harder for him to concentrate.
He doesn’t know what he’s doing, only going off of what he’s seen from the occasional porn videos he’s seen. Isagi thinks he’s doing a decent job, even though his mind is going absolutely crazy right now. Your erratic moans are right against his ears and the sounds coming from your warmth are the only things keeping him in check. Isagi’s palms rest steadily on your ass as he continues plundering in and out of your sloppy folds from the couch. It isn’t long before you’re shaking and sweating against him, making your earlier shower completely pointless.
You cry out, over-sensitive and shaky, clenching down on him. Isagi's vision gets hazy and soon he realizes that his eyes are misting over, small pools of tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, threatening to smear his cheeks. He'd never expected something like this can render him so weak.
Your voice grows hoarse from the volume you're emitting and Isagi hopes you don't receive a noise complaint from your neighbors tomorrow. He leans forward, helpless to let your cries go unanswered, and smothers the noises with his mouth. Your ass meets every thrust he pushes forward and feeling the familiar heat building up in his stomach, Isagi knows he isn't going to last that much longer.
One of his hands snakes up your shirt and cups one of your breasts, toying with your nipple, while the other hovers over your clit. He feels your entire body trembling, chest heaving, and walls throbbing all around him. "Yoichi, it's too good...!"
"Hold out just a bit longer, baby." Isagi's thumb begins circling your bud and it's the final push for you. Your mouth tilts forward, hips bucking and grinding, and you squeeze him so tight that he doesn't have the time to pull out, coating your walls with his white mess. Everything feels hot like fire spreading across his entire body.
Once he feels your body slack against his, he snaps out of his thoughts and immediately pulls out, grimacing at the sheer amount of cum that flows out of you.
"Shit, I'm sorry. I'll run to the store tomorrow morning, baby." His breathing is labored but he still manages to press his lips to your forehead, and he inhales. "You did amazing."
"Mhmm," You make a vague noise that sounds like a bit like acknowledgment to his ears.
Isagi loosens his arms around your body, shifting your figure to sit up by the edge of the couch, and waddles to the bathroom to fetch a damp towel. When he returns, your eyes are half-lidded and you look like you're one second away from passing out from exhaustion. He's not sure if it's from the sex or that you probably stayed up all day studying.
When the sounds of his footsteps come closer, you peer up and lock eyes, taking his breath away. "Will you stay the night?" And he almost laughs on the spot.
"I'm not gonna do a hit and run, baby. You really think I'm doing that?"
He removes your ruined panties and cleans up the cum running down your inner thighs. After fetching you a set of new underwear, he finds the last of his strength for the night and scoops you up, moving only a few feet to the comfort of your twin-sized mattress. Isagi tucks you in slightly, leaving enough room for him to slide in when he changes into a new pair of bottoms.
"You're too nice to be an ass, I guess." You reply, tracing small patterns onto his chest.
He slings an arm over you, pulling you closer, and lets one of your legs rest over his stomach. "Hey, I can be mean when I want to!" Isagi shoots back.
Your chuckles send vibrations down his chest. "So, are you going to tell your friends about tonight?"
"Fuck no," Isagi presses another kiss to your head again and tightens his grip around you. "I don't even want to know what they do with that information." There's a pause and he blinks. "Are you going to tell anyone?"
You stay quiet for a while and Isagi groans, knowing the exact person you were going to text when the opportunity arrives. "Just Rin! You know that we're best friends, right?"
Ugh, he doesn't really want his rival to know about his sex life but he can't exactly stop you from talking about these types of things to your childhood friend. Isagi rubs circles into your back and pouts slightly. "Keep the details to a minimum."
"No promises, Yoichi." But he knows that you're only joking. And even if you did spew all the details to Rin, at least Isagi can sleep peacefully at night knowing that the other male minds own his business.
A yawn escapes from your lips and you snuggle deeper against his body. "Do you have a busy day tomorrow?"
"Nah, everything's pretty much wrapped up for me." He responds, feeling the fatigue catching up as well. "Did you want me to stay over again tomorrow?"
"Only if you promise to add a pack of condoms to the shopping list."
He smiles, jotting down the mental note before shutting his eyes. "Anything for you, baby."
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another note: hehe ty for making it this far!! idk why i named it seven minutes in heaven bc it has nothing to do w the game but lets just say the whole sex experience lasted seven mins bc that's p normal for first time ig??
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yuquinzel · 18 days
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from this list of prompts!
“here comes the airplane!” “i can feed myself.” “too bad.”
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“what... are you trying to do?” sae shoots you the look of a raised eyebrow and lips twisted in confusion, eyeing the spoonful of porridge in your hand and the mischievous smile he’s come to adore.
currently he sits on his bed, tucked in all the fluffliest and warmest blankets you could find in his apartment. which weren’t a lot, so he’s also wrapped in his own hoodies. you even made a comment about him looking like deflated baymax — he had glared at you, you laughed even more.
sae doesn’t get sick a lot, and when he does, he’d most likely brush it off as normal cold that would go away on its own or whatever, which is also the reason behind his bad habit of never telling you about the times he is sick.
although you find out anyway, and sae guesses it’s because his manager is working double ways. well, he doesn’t really mind it either. because each time it leads to our current situation — which, although he never has and never will admit — is something he always looks forward to. and if he's being honest, he wouldn’t mind getting sick on purpose for the very reason.
“isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to handfeed you.” you say, in a manner of declaring an obvious fact.
“no, don’t do that.” he deadpans. ( he’s hiding his smile. )
“here comes the airplane!” you ignore him, slowly bringing the spoonful towards him.
“i can feed myself.” although he makes no visible effort to back away, he scrunches his nose. his eye travel to the porridge, then to you and back to the spoonful. he sighs.
“too bad,” you say, and sae isn’t given much choice but to oblige, “i’m gonna do it anyway.”
of course you will.
he rolls his eyes, you peer down at him expectantly, “well??”
“...well what?” his cheeks are puffed out like a hamster. but you would never say that out loud and risk your chances of seeing him like this again. you have to bite back a laugh. although you can’t resist the smile tugging at your lips.
“is it any good?” your smile grows.
“it’s... porridge. is it ever good?” he says dryly.
“yeah, but I’m handfeeding you! doesn’t being taken care of this way by the love of your life sway your heart?” you gasp dramatically, and sae lets out a weak chuckle.
“meh,” he laughs at the way your face drops from grinning like an excited child to that of a serious middle aged man. ( :D to :| )
“fine. then, enjoy it yourself.” you try to hand him the bowl, but he holds down your hands instead.
sae looks at you with a precise gaze, keeping yours on him. it’s serious and unwavering, although to a stark contrast to his cheeks and mouth. both sweetly pouted like that of a child’s. then he parts his lips, slightly so, mirroring your expectant expression from before.
“you’re really going to leave the love of your life by himself when he’s sick?” his eyes shine. a playful chuckle leaves his lips when you roll your eyes.
it’s the side effects of the medicines you’ve been forcing him to take. that must be it. but for now, sae can’t bring himself to give half a damn.
“well, i thought the love of my life didn’t need me to take care of him.” your thumb traces the corner of his mouth, sae bites it playfully. he kisses it just seconds later when you frown.
“i’m actually so sick i could die right now.” he laughs. side effects of the medicines, really.
you roll your eyes at him, bringing the spoonful to him again. “how’s the porridge now?”
“it’s meh,” he says again, ignoring the self assured smirk you wear, “but i’ll work with it.”
“i thought you could feed yourself?” you bring another spoonful to his lips, and he obliges instantly this time.
“i am the love of your life. it’s the least you could do.”
you bite back a laugh at that, sae is a little more unguarded than usual when he’s sick. it’s cute.
“baby”
“yes?”
“baby as in you’re a baby. it’s derogatory.”
it’s his turn to roll his eyes, “yeah, yeah.” he parts his lips once again.
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© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]
@luvether saw ur answer on my alt bae here u go I’m dumping my bllk drafts just for u :3
@kyoghurts daddy’s home
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ctrl-alt-cel · 2 months
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yeag.......
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isaegi · 11 months
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WHAT LOVE CAN DO
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feat. isagi yoichi and itoshi sae (seperate). gn! reader
includes: states how isagi wants you carnally, what’s new. sae being a megacunt (complimentary). both are very much in love. pining pining pining, established relationship! college au; characters are 20+
how i think they would look at you because who doesn’t love knowing what it feels like being wanted, desired, and then some. all inspired by this line from the literary genius that is nizar qabbani ♡
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ISAGI YOICHI
Isagi can’t fight the wicked smirk that tugs on his lips whenever his eyes flit over to where you are seated on a bench at one of his football matches.
It’s simply a habit of his that he can’t break.
To you, the way Isagi looks at you like he’s ready to do your bidding at any given moment is all you’ve ever known.
However, to everyone else? 
People can immediately pick up on how the atmosphere around him gets a little warmer, a little more… unrestrained.
As if they’ve walked into something they shouldn’t have, and they’re subjected to sitting through it anyway because he can’t and won’t fucking stop (can you tell he wants you carnally...).
His focused, intense gaze always manages to easily find yours whenever you’re seated on the sidelines of his training scrimmages. And there’s something about the way he looks at you like he wants to be seen. Pools of blue silently plead for you and your attention, and when you finally give it to him, your heart pathetically flutters at the sight. 
From where you’re seated, you can see how his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, giving you an upward nod once he notices your eyes on him. He’s a little flushed from all the running he’s been doing, but that only adds more emphasis to the heated non-verbal communication between you two.
And because Isagi is so focused on you, you, and you, he doesn’t think twice when a tall, lean figure effectively obstructs his view. 
“You’re actually disgusting,” Rin mutters under his breath, shoving his way past his senior to kick at the soccer ball that was once underneath his foot. “Get a grip,” he tacks on for good measure before he dribbles away with Isagi’s ball.
“Wh—!? Hey!”
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ITOSHI SAE
Your boyfriend, Sae, does not stop staring at you whenever you’re speaking. Especially when you two are in a setting where perhaps there’s a third party you’re conversating with is involved.
It’s a basic courtesy to look at a person when they’re talking, right? But with Sae, it’s different.
So, so different.
The way Sae watches you whenever you speak is unsettling. But not in the sense that it was creepy, far from it, actually. Rather, you find yourself being smothered with an emotion that can only be described as yearning for the unreadable expression that lingers on his face when he looks at you. 
Every so often, his eyes would slide down to trail the outline of your nose before his sights rested on your lips, staying there for a moment, he settled his focus back on your eyes again.  
Pressing your hand against his cheek to turn his face away from you, “Enough!” 
“What.”
Whenever interviewers manage to catch you before Sae can swiftly usher you out of the stadium or move you behind him like he’s going to block you, and then maybe they’ll magically forget that you’re there, they manage to squeeze a few answers out of you.
And they absolutely have a field day with it because not only is it one of the few instances where they hear Sae become a bit more talkative (albeit definitely not to/with them), but they capture him wearing an expression that isn’t his usual flat and apathetic resting face. 
The host for a local sports station shoves her microphone in your face, a crazed smile etched into her expression as she practically shouts your name. “What did you think of Itoshi’s gameplay on the field today!?”
“I think Sae, uh, played really good!” You’d say, nodding vigorously at the camera, not really familiar with the whole post-match interviews spiel.
Because why would you be?! You’re not even a player.
“That’s all?” He’d ask, inadvertently pressing you for more details, teasing you to say more about him.
“I— You—” You look to Sae for help, but he’s absolutely fucking useless because he makes no signs of helping you whatsoever with your scramble to find the words you were looking for. Dick.
“He— well, you know…” You shrink under the intensity of his stupid, stupid, yet charming gaze that was only reserved for you. “He’s a good player…”
You hear him exhale a breathless chuckle at how squirmish you were being, it was so unlike you.
And you can tell he’s having fun with this, which is why you abruptly cut it short by stating your departure with a curt, “I’m leaving!” before you swiftly turn on your heel. Slinking away from them with your heart hammering boisterously in your chest.
There’s a beat of silence before both the interviewer and camera turn their sights on your boyfriend next…
“So, Ito—”
Only to find out he had already left with you.
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riririnnnn · 30 days
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Made some more:
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Hope no one is OOC
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bachirasbodyguard · 4 months
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a short intro to the blue lock guys (lower your expectations)
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hilacopter · 6 months
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Gather 'round folks, you know what time it is 😛
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I edited Joker's sprite myself to make him blush which is why it looks bad
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personishfive · 1 year
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in which goro knows the niijimas
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tteokdoroki · 11 months
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“sae itoshi.”
“no.”
“would you still love me if i were to be a worm?”
sae glances upwards from his phone and mindless scrolling through social media or emails from his agent about upcoming promotional activities. your boyfriend doesn’t tolerate stupidity, it’s something he absolutely despises— half assed attempts at jokes and pleasing him only serve to piss him off. but when it’s you, sae’s like a dog that’s all bark and no bite.
“what kind of question is that?” he takes the bait, legs already spreading when you move to stand between them, his hands dropping his device to instinctively jump up to your hips.
you pout down at him, like a child being told no but it quickly dissipates as your boyfriend rubs soothing circles into your hips - loving you without openly saying it. “don’t be a prick, just answer it.”
“it’s a stupid question, ask one of your other stupid boyfriends.”
“like rin?” you tease with your tongue in your cheek — mischief dancing in your eyes in a way that sat thinks is oh so pretty.
sae drags you by the hips right down into his lap, one hand on your knee as it straddles his thigh.
“no.”
“but you said—“
“ask me again.” the midfielder huffs, feigning his indifference at the mention of his younger brother. rin wouldn’t answer that for you, he didn’t deserve to, sae thinks, possessively nudging his nose along your cheeks while your fingers curl around the broad scope of his shoulders to keep yourself steady — brain fogging up at the scent of his expensive cologne and his proximity.
“okay,” you breathe shakily, pulling back to cast your gaze into his aquamarine eyes — like throwing a stone into deep water. “would you still love me if i was a worm, sae itoshi?”
“yes,” sae mumbles, only this time in agreement. he allows his lips to brush over the corner of your mouth — indirectly asking you for a kiss as the tips of his ears burn with slight embarrassment. “i would. as long as you don’t act like a pest.”
“is that a love confession, sae itoshi?”
“shut up, don’t be annoying.” he groans, craning his neck up to kiss you fully — melting at the taste of your mixed berry chapstick on his tongue and biting down on your lower lip until you squeal for him.
sae always did have his unconventional ways of showing love — even if it meant you prying it out of him.
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natsulvr · 6 months
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⁽⁽ ⟣ FALLING FOR YOU ! ⤾
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⌂ ABOUT: who fell in love first and who fell harder with the blue lock characters!!
⌂ NOTE: i did this w/ enstars but this is the blue lock version!! I decided to post a fandom that I've been in for a while now... so uhm yeah.
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𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓. It might not have been love at first sight, but they didn't expect themselves to fall in love so quickly with you. It's just an unexpected event, yet, here they are. They couldn't help but be head over heels for you faster than anyone else, Even if they won't admit it themselves.
— Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Kurona Ranze, Chigiri Hyoma, Nagi Seishiro, Kiyora Jin, Gin Gagamaru, Otoya Eita, Kunigami Rensuke, Barou Shoei
𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑. They were not trying to fall in love, yet it couldn't be stopped, and here they were. They expected themselves to stay alone, until you came to their life. The feeling of love couldn't be stopped anyway, and they knew. The moment they realized they had fallen in love, they were definitely not gonna let you out of their grasp now.
— Reo Mikage, Michael Kaiser, Oliver Aiku, Shidou Ryusei, Zantetsu Tsurugi, Niko Ikki, Yukimiya Kenyu, Hiori Yo, Tokimitsu Aoshi
𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇. They fell in love faster and harder than anyone else. They expected it, yet they aren't complaining about it. Was it love at first sight? Maybe it was, and when they got to know you more, they fell harder than a huge rock falling from a rocky mountain.
— Bachira Meguru, Isagi Yoichi, Alexis Ness, Aryu Jyubei, Nanase Nijiro, Karasu Tabito, Julian Loki
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popponn · 7 months
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another lazy day. [sae x f!reader]
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There are very few absolutes in this world and to Itoshi Sae, one of them is—
“I should have break up with you when I got the chance,” Sae said as his eyes didn't move away from his phone. You, his girlfriend of seven years and counting, hummed as response, paying no mind to both his words and whatever was on his phone.
“Cool, you said that last week before buying me new shoes that I still want you to take back,” you said, your fingers struggling to catch his strands in a messy, short braid. You glared at the center of his head for that, “Why can't you have hair like Chigiri again?”
Sae grunted at the mention of another man around his throne—your beloved sofa from your old apartment that had a stain of corn soup on it, forever—before turning his head to face you. You silently mourned the loss of your hardwork, but upon seeing his pouting face—flat stare, slightly down eyebrows, the everlasting straight line on his lips—it immediately shifted into amusement.
“You wanted those shoes, don't fuck with me,” he began whilst you raised an eyebrow. “Also, you like my hair, not Chigiri Hyoma—”
“Yeah, I do,” you cut him off, having no heart to play around with him anymore. Your boyfriend for seven years, afterall, just came home yesterday after a long series of matches and an even longer travel—spoiling him felt like a need for you. And while pouty Sae is a sight to heal wounded hearts, a Sae who is preening like a groomed, spoiled house cat will make you ready to face anything in this world.
At your clear words, Sae’s eyes widened for a moment and you realized that maybe you wore an expression that was a little bit too lovesick. Sae stayed silent for another moment, before turning back to his previous position. “Clearly,” was the only thing he said.
“Yeah,” you replied awkwardly. As embarrassment creeped on you cheeks, you fingers returned to his strands. Just like before, it was soft.
If you didn't dare to point out the redness on the tip of his ears, Sae didn't need to know that it was caused by the same color on yours.
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Batten down the hatches: Rin's ego is about to land
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The latest chapters show Rin playing with an unfamiliar aura: what looks like swirling rivulets of water.
This represents the refinement of his ego and playstyle since the under-20 match. But what exactly are they going for with the swirling water? Here's my two cents.
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Rin is strongly associated with water, specifically the sea. He grew up by the coast; he and Sae shared a love of watching the sunset over the water after training together. Those childhood memories are turbulent now, like dark clouds on the ocean's horizon.
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It's here he realises that he can no longer play the puppetmaster football that helped him thrive in Blue Lock. As good as he is, it wasn't authentic... and it's nowhere near where he needs to be to compete with his brother, or even Isagi.
Rin's flow state is the most unique out of any others we've seen. Let's dig into it. All panels are from the official translation, which is important as the translation choices are 1) consistent and 2) likely chosen carefully.
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In the dying moments of the match, Rin complains about feeling restrained. Being Itoshi Rin is eating him alive.
Cool, calm and aloof.
A genius. Prodigy. Puppetmaster.
Team player. Team captain.
Isagi Yoichi's partner. Shidou Ryuusei's rival.
Itoshi Sae's little brother.
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The prospect of defeat rudely wakes him up. His pretence comes crashing down hard, triggered by his ineffectiveness in spite of the teammates around him. It's one of the best rugpulls in sports manga.
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When the power of friendship comes knocking, Itoshi Rin tells it to fuck off and die.
What a glorious moment... and not just because it posits Rin as a Uchiha Sasuke kinnie. I prompt you to examine his eyes in this panel.
They're a swirling vortex of hate and destruction, befitting Blue Lock's angstiest character. The shape reminds me of this:
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Satellite images of Hurricane Franklin and Hurricane Idalia, August 2023. Image credit: NOAA Satellites.
Rin's true ego, which he unleashes against Sae, is a storm.
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Optional soundtrack for the rest of this post (because Rin 100% listens to this once it comes out in Blue Lock's universe).
Although it isn't portrayed visually as such in the under-20 arc, the metaphor fits Rin's evolving playstyle. What is more destructive, more uncontrollable, more senseless than a hurricane? A violent force of nature that we can predict but never avert?
When a storm approaches, all we can do is rank it, track it, then attempt to mitigate the inevitable damage.
In football terms? Sounds a lot like playing Rin.
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It's even alluded to in chapter 250: the graphics for Rin's formation are similar to the satellite images of large storms.
Within the U20 match, there are exchanges that support this theory. Darai calls Rin's evolving playstyle arrogant and avaricious. The latter (meaning extreme greed) is evocative of a force that pursues what it wants without regard for anything in its surroundings. What it can't have, it destroys.
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Niou is confident enough in his physicality to try withstand his opponent's attrack. Rin literally flips him into the air. Niou's hubris brings to mind all man-made constructs which are supposedly storm-proof... until a cyclone comes along and proves otherwise.
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The contrast between Rin and Sae's egos are interesting. If we accept Rin's is a storm, i.e. a destructive force of nature that cannot be controlled, Sae's is the opposite despite being as impossible to defy. Sae's motif is defined in the manga as "beautiful destruction", plays and passes depicted in graceful data strings. Rather than natural, his playstyle is sleek and controlled, and dominant to the point of appearing pre-ordained by his opponents.
Their attitudes are equally different. While Rin drools and loses composure in the final minutes, Sae does little more than raise his eyebrows throughout the entire game. He's completely emotionless.
It's the extremes of human nature: animalistic rage versus robotic detachment. This time, the latter wins. Will Rin have an opportunity to face his brother again, with a better grasp on his ego? Here's hoping.
My final thoughts on Rin are speculative. How does one beat a storm? Not just endure—but subdue and calm one?
It's beyond human capability. The ability to control the weather exists only in myth and fantasy, and even then it's usually in the hands of powerful entities, not mere heroes or wizards.
Subduing something as powerful as a hurricane would require a god.
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Is this Isagi and Rin's endgame?
Time will tell.
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revasserium · 9 months
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men who, when you try to pull your hand away from them, frown and pause and hold on tighter, pulling you in till you're bumping into their side, and when you blink up at them, asking what's wrong -- they just say, "don't let go."
and then much, much later, "i don't like it when you try to let go."
KAGEYAMA, aone, ushijima?, TSUKKI, sae, nagi, RIN
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n-fblog · 27 days
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I'm so ready to see the rin-shidou-kaiser-isagi DISASTER that is PxG v BM... i hope they all hate kaiser mutually (jk jk)
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