I AM BEGGING ALL BLLK WRITERS PLEASE WRITE MORE OF HIM HE DESERVES IT I SWEAR

No cuz WHAT did kaiser and sae do to get THIS much content?????

DON'T GET ME WRONG I LOVE THEM BUT IT'S NOT FAIR THEY GET A LOT OF CONTENT BIT HUGO AND LOKI DON'T

cw: yandere themes

𖥔 ݁ ˖ Your meet-cute would likely be an act born from carelessness and an overwhelming absence of self preservation on your end—going into some dark cave is a one way ticket to death for the average person but who cares! Certainly not you!

You’re just a curious person by nature so it was inevitable that it happened. It was inevitable you’d find some unearthly creature sitting in the depths. It was inevitable you’d ignore all the red flags and reach out for him anyway.

Rin, for one, is unamused by your presence at first, making all sorts of hostile noises and biting at you with his sharp teeth and tendrils threatening to strangle you.

… Isn’t he just the cutest?

You giggle and smile, promising to return for him the next day. And the day after that. And the day- alright, I think we get it.

Slowly but surely, he becomes used to your presence. He even allows you to get up close and personal to prod at his skin—though admittedly he doesn’t do well with newcomers tagging along with your exploits, your friends have all sustained their fair share of battle scars from dealing with him. “But you’re never like that with me, are you?” You say to him.

You’re an exception.

You’re nice for a human, and sometimes you like to bring food with you… though they’re a bit refined for his tastes (“Say ah. Garlic pairs well with fish.”) but he’s eager to please so it goes down the hatch even if it tastes a bit gross. He simply wants to make you happy.

This is a turning point for him, Rin actually starts wanting you around and gets visibly distraught when you have to leave. Why do you have to leave? Why can’t you just stay with him forever? You don’t love him as much as he loves you, is that it?

Blissfully ignorant as always, you don’t seem to realise that with each day that passes, his grip on you only grows more and more desperate. What starts as mere sulking almost turns into genuine betrayal, because who do you think you are??? What’s so great about the land that requires you to be away from him!?

There have been multiple occasions where he’s attempted to drag you into the water with him, hoping that that way you’ll stay forever… but it only ends in you pushing him away at the last second to excuse yourself. It cuts off your time together so he quickly learns to refrain from acting on his instincts, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think about it. All day, everyday.

Rin isn’t exactly an effigy of patience but the thought of scaring you away keeps his mind at bay for the most part (pun fully intended).

Besides, he soon finds a solution to his dilemma.

When you first see him injured, you’re quick to dress up his wounds and stay a little longer than usual. The work of some pink antennae freak, or something. You held him so gently and whispered such sweet reassurances that night, how could he want anything more in the world? So Rin takes this as a sign he needs to constantly be in pain for you to take care of him. And it works! For now.

He’s working on a more permanent fix.

To you, he’s probably a bit clumsy when hunting or maybe he just gets bullied alot by the other sea creatures. Endearing! But it is definitely suspicious how often he appears with new injuries…

Oh well, not that you care.

As long as it doesn’t spoil the taste, you don’t need to worry about the extraneous details.

Cue a certain siren Nii-chan trying to protect his baby brother from a fishmonger who most certainly wants to eat him.

Letters between you and Sae, your Daimyo husband who is always away... Inspired by the letters between Napoleon Bonaparte and Joséphine! :)

Your husband, Sae, had been away for what seemed like ages. 

It had barely been a week since he had left you yet again for another “expedition”, and already the house had begun to suffocate you with its emptiness. You had gotten well-accustomed to tending to chores and managing the house alone while he was gone, though no matter the normalcy of this arrangement, it was never of any use. Instead, you spent your days wandering around the quarters endlessly, mind scattered with how to fill the empty space your husband unfailingly left with each of his departures. To make matters worse, the two of you had parted ways in a rather… bitter mood. You had gotten into an argument about how little time he spent with you, how finding a new world seemed to be his priority over adoring his wife – how nothing ever seemed to be enough for him, and still, he constantly demanded more of the world. Leaving you in tears, and him, apparently, in great determination to leave you once again with his chin up high. That day, however, as he quietly made his leave through the garden, you swore you could see a flicker of guilt on his solemn face behind your pristine hydrangeas.

After the second week of his departure, the mandatory letter from your husband arrived. This was how you communicated while he was away - though the rare sentiment in this particular letter struck quite an interest in you.

"To my dearest,

Regarding our conversation before my departure, I would like to clarify my argument.

You know that I am a high-ranking official. These duties are bound to me, and it is far from my desire to attend these meetings. Time away from you does not enthuse me in the slightest. The opposite, to be quite frank. 

So know that I continue to love you tenderly, even from the farthest of places, from the other end of Japan, from the bottom of my heart. Do not doubt that.

If you feel lonely during this period, sit in the garden and recite my favorite poetry. Pretend I am the wind. Miss me dearly as you do with that affectionate heart of yours, and I will do the same.

Do be good while I’m gone. Please write. You’ll worry me otherwise.

-Itoshi Sae."

✿ "To my husband,

An apology? What! Shall I display this letter above our bed?

I was unaware such tender words could be wrung from you, even on paper.

When you return home, be as loving as you describe yourself in letters. Otherwise, if you plan to neglect me once more, do not return.

-Your wife."

✿ "Sweetheart,

Your words sadden me. Have I not paid enough attention to your needs? Have I been such an unbecoming lover?

How do you spend your days? Use the servants to your advantage. Do not burden yourself with such mundane tasks like cleaning the floors, as you always do. I would much rather be welcomed by art and affection than a cold home when I return.

The bed feels empty without my arms around you, does it not?

When I return, expect a tight embrace, lover, as I am deeply wounded by this thought.

-Your very concerned husband."

✿ "Husband,

To answer your inquiry, my days are mostly spent outside. Your brother takes me often.

Sleeping alone does not bother me. Oftentimes, you run too cold. That bothers me.

-Your wife."

✿ "Tender girl,

Don’t you know it’s naughty to be taken by another man? My despicable younger brother, no less. You are not his playmate. This idea brings me nothing but worry and sorrow at your loneliness. Have tea with your friends in the garden. Spend time with the kittens.

Your letters are getting shorter and shorter. I am neglected by you, nothing but an afterthought. I do not enjoy this pettiness.

These weeks have been torturous. Every living moment without you is spent with you in my thoughts. I dream of your soft kisses, listening to your voice, being in your arms. Spend your days thinking of me in the same manner, as I am shackled in a prison of pure boredom.

Wait for me. Is that too much to ask? And pray, cultivate the habit of writing letters that are larger than the size of my palm.

-Your husband."

✿ "Husband,

I played with the kittens today. They scratched my arm.

Neglect is a harsh word - how can I neglect you when you are never physically here? A strange contradiction, really. If I am taking the time to write you a letter right now, how could I be neglectful? It is slightly larger than my palm.

Should you ever be bored and lonesome, remind yourself that you have trapped me in a massive estate all by myself like a hostage.

-Your wife"

✿ "My darling wife (whose palms are far smaller than mine),

My one wish right now would be to kiss the pain from your wounds. If you’d let me, that is. Are you angry? Let us reconcile. I am desperate, not to mention agitated, by your lack of affection. Am I not your husband?

Do not place blame on me for the strain on our relationship. Again, this is not of my choice. Apartness for me is like the burden of being a fish out of water, a man without air. Without you, I feel ill. Lovesick.

And do not deny that you love me. Should you be too embarrassed to say it out loud, show it to me with actions. That will suffice. Tell me you love me with the softest of touches, the strum of your shamisen, even your simple presence will do.

Leave space for my lips on your cheek, your shoulder, your breasts. I come home in a week. Upon my return, I will show you how I love you.

are the smoochies making you smile?

summary | sae itoshi gets in your makeup, putting on some of your lipstick . . .

content | FLUFF, fem!reader, bf!sae, kissing, femsae now sounds very tempting, domestic, blissful :x

“you look stupid,” sae murmured, watching you doing your eyeliner.

without stopping your task, you huffed a brief scoff. “you’re stupid.”

your makeup bag was on the desk, full of doodads haphazardly thrown into it. your focus was completely tunnel-visioned on drawing the perfect wing, everything else was just unwelcome noise.

so it bothered you when you suddenly heard the clacking and clicking of your makeup being sifted about. you slowly turn your head, your brows furrowed in irritation.

what a sight. it’s sae leaning against the table, one hand digging through your makeup bag with an appalling sense of entitlement. his gaze stayed how it always was; a half-lidded, blank stare.

“don’t just go through my things like that,” you say, reaching a hand out to slap his own hand away.

sae merely clicked his tongue in response, pulling his hand out of the makeup bag and holding a small tube of lipstick. he narrowed his eyes, looking at the item as if it was an ancient artifact.

“lipstick?” he flatly said. though his word was phrased as a guessing question.

“um, yeah,” you respond, letting your arm drop.

you shifted your focus back to the mirror, zoning in on your reflection as you moved on to your other eye. sae was always a strange puzzle to you, but it never necessarily bothered you. just irritated you at times.

like right now. because his face, still aloof as ever, popped up right beside yours in the reflection of the mirror. with a click! the lipstick opened, and he slowly, focusedly, dragged the pigmented tip along his lips. he looked stupid. you had to keep telling yourself that.

at this point you dropped your task, turning your head to look at him with a flaring annoyance. “sae, what the hell are you doing?”

sae’s lips were a pigmented crimson. you don’t even remember ever owning a lipstick in that shade. it was comically red — so bright it was probably the shade that was used for Stop signs.

sae blinked twice. glanced at you. blinked twice again.

“putting lipstick on? what’s it look like?” he scoffed.

he popped his lips, letting the colour settle on the plush flesh. he straightened up, looking at you with a blank, indifferent expression.

“is this the shade that you use?” he asks.

“no,” you tell him quickly. “i don’t even remember having that shade. and — matter of fact, what do you know about shades, mr. soccer prodigy?”

sae shrugged, his gaze drifting back to his own reflection. “i just hear you bring it up sometimes.”

sae’s lips twitched. he quickly snapped his focus back to you, his aloof gaze feeling a bit too aloof now. goodness — if only you had telepathy. it’d really make all the difference in the relationship you have with this complete enigma.

his fingers gently traced the contouring of your face, his lips parted, his lashes fluttering. “i kiss you now.”

and then he leans in, pillowing his lips right on the heart of your cheek. your breath hitched slightly at the sudden proximity. at the sudden gesture of intimacy. he let out a vibrating breath against your face, his lips stamped to the spot for a suffocating cluster of seconds. once he pulled back, his eyes drooped even more than you thought was possible, and a lazy, barely visible smirk etched his already ridiculous lips.

he brought a single finger up to the spot he just kissed you, poking the spot slightly. “you have a mark now.”

you simply stared at him. blink. blink. blink.

“you’re ridiculous,” you murmur.

“sure,” he murmurs back.

and then he plants another kiss on your other cheek. a longer, more sucking kiss this time. he presses firmly into your plush skin, a tiny, almost inaudible slurp sounding in the room. he pulls back. blinks and smirks. then leans into the crook of your neck, doing it again. rinse and repeat.

when he reached your forehead, he murmured against your hot skin, “you’re silly for letting me do this.”

he pulls away, searching your now kiss-stained face for your reaction.

“. . . shut up,” you simply reply.

you can’t lie. of course you like this feeling. his lips were a flushed and lipstick smeared mess. his pupils were blown wide despite his aloof glare. his cheeks were the slightest pink despite his indifferent demeanor. and the best part — your body, from your forehead to your clavicles, were drenched in kissy-marks and his greedy saliva.

you turn and face your reflection. sae’s gaze followed. the two of you stared at your spotted and wet face. the silence was so heavy, all you could hear was the breathing of one another. the two of you shifted your gazes to each other.

“i guess it’s not bad,” you mutter, feigning indignation.

sae nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into and inhaled the scent of you from the crook of your neck.

“‘course not,” he mumbled, kissing another blank spot on your neck.

in this moment you were his canvas for his affection. every breathing moment, his wet and red lips were pressing against your skin. your pulse throbbed, and your lips parted. fuck. it felt so good. more. more. you needed more.

your hand slid to the base of his neck, and he let out a soft hum of acknowledgement, still focused on basically fusing his lips into your skin. your fingers fiddled with the baby hairs along his neck, your mind a desperate flash of the need to ground yourself in this oddly arousing swirl.

sae let his body fall closer against yours as he kissed you in every spot he found to be too blank. with every new kiss, the less red they were and the more glistening they were. all that remained weren’t marks of lipstick, instead sheens of his own saliva. your hand gripped against the back of his neck, aching for a sense of purchase.

“o-okay, you can stop now,” you murmur, your breath a shallow rhythm.

sae pulled back, looking at you, his half-lidded stare now glazed and sparkly. “how come?” he leaned in, planting the most fleeting peck right on your lips. “dun’it feel good?”

you stilled, processing his words with a flurry of restless energy. it obviously feels good. can’t he tell by just looking in your eyes?

“yes— but,” your voice trailed off as you tried to find the proper phrasing. “you’re ruining my makeup. i have to be out of the house in like . . . ten minutes. and you just covered me in kissy marks.”

sae blinked at you, full straightening up and wiping his lips with a nearby clean tissue.

“whoops,” he said half-heartedly. he glanced down at you again, his eyes clearly showing amusement. “you just looked too pretty.” he leaned down, his eyes crinkling slightly. “and now you look stupidly silly.”

you scoffed, turning you face away from him and grabbing a make-up wipe with newly found vigour.

“you’re a bother,” you say, but it was clear your heart wasn’t in it.

he patted your back, staring at you through the reflection of the mirror. “then tell me to go away.”

hnnn. you could not.

“…”

“mhm, okay,” sae hummed. he watched you for a few moments before taking the make-up wipe from your hand. “hold off on this. i want you to keep the marks on your face.”

a huff of a laugh sputters out of your throat. “no. nope.”

sae narrowed his eyes. “how come?”

“that’s stupid. that’s why,” you say defensively.

sae clicked his tongue in irritation before blinking to a more acceptable expression. “y/n, if you don’t wear my marks out, i’ll be sleeping in the guest bedroom — far away from you,” he said. his tone was agonizingly flat for someone who just said something disgustingly petty and childish.

“tsk, you’re a real bother,” you emphasize.

but then, you stand up from your seat, walking past him and grabbing your purse draped on a hook on the door. you didn’t wipe the make-up off. you lost the urge. and of course it was from his stern demand.

“when you come back,” his voice sounded from where he was still standing, “i’ll be kissing you in more spots than just your face.”

you look over your shoulder, catching his expression of satisfied amusement. of course he had that bastardly yet beautiful look to him. you just gave in to his words without another thought — again. you rolled your eyes, opening the door and leaving him alone in the room.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

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