#standard SAE

[diagnozabam]

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[saedyne]

this may be a hot take, but - for me, adaptations extricating kon's creation from its original circumstances (i.e. superman was dead!!) bothers me almost as much as the lex retcon

[sappho-rose]

ryusae <3

[aimfor-theheart]

i genuinely believe from the bottom of my heart that sae NEEDS a high maintenance partner. to keep balance in the universe. he wants someone that requires....a certain amount of attention.

youre trying to cause me mental distress or something…,..

love love love love the thought of sae with a very particular, fastidious, fussy, high maintenance partner who is unashamed of being demanding or snippy or bratty and he just……..adores it. feeds into it. certainly torments them but also wants to be the only one who knows how to handle them.

feeling extremely normal about this…..

[epitomees]

((The more I get those anons poking and prodding Sae about her relationship status or her workplace behavior, the more she wants to spite them by showing just how capable, independent, and strong she can be on her own. The girl is HEAVILY motivated by spite after years and years of being told she can’t do this, she can’t do that, and it’s grown to be one of the main reasons she is where she is today.

Someone: oh you won’t be able to raise your sister and keep a roof over your heads

Sae: bet, becomes one of the youngest prosecutors to pass the bar exam and gets a job on the highest government level

Someone: why don’t you settle down with someone, it’ll cool your head and fix your attitude

Sae: cool, I’ll make you eat your words and show you I can do my best on my own

Someone: you’re not cut out to handle this case, we’ll pass it on to someone more capable

Sae: spends more time at work gathering evidence and cracks down hard on her supervisor to prove “just because I’m a woman/young doesn’t mean I’m slacking on my duties”

The girl will die on that hill…or at least she’ll pass out from fatigue at some point from it.))

[xietydhd]

This might be niche, but there is nothing quite like the pain of hearing someone talk about your dedicated field of study and get the facts so, so, so wrong,,, like please,,,,you arent right at all,,,,please no,,,you just regurgitated something you read somewhere on the internet and its not right

[oatmilkandvellichor]

i love being in an excessively multilingual, multicultural relationship.

hahahaha, jajajaja, חחחחח, yalla, let’s go, dai, stop, cut it out, enough, nu?, so?, and?, ¿y?, what?, huh?, ¿que?, yes, yeah, sí, enka, yay, yesh, chabibi, achi, dude, bestie, compa, llave, kerido, querido, mi vida, cariño, tateleh, lovey, bitch, pendejo, shkots, fucking insane, descabellado, balagan, thank you, mvto, you good?, ‘stonko?

even the things that mean more or less the same thing Do Not mean the same thing in this house. if i’m laughing in hebrew instead of english there’s a reason. if i say querido instead of kerido there’s a reason. if zee calls me tateleh instead of papí there’s a reason. thanking you in creek instead of english isn’t a slip. etc etc etc.

i genuinely cannot explain this to you if you do not live in an excessively multicultural household. it is not enough to be bilingual/multilingual. i am spinning trying to explain this to people rn.

[polyodynos]

🚩 :3<

// Okay so this might just be Hecate Yelling at Clouds again, but I think if RPers insist on using eye dialect, they should at the very least familiarize themselves with the rules of the dialect they're trying to convey. Also, I think eye dialects should be used sparingly, because they can easily get grating, come across as offensive if you're not careful, be indecipherable or confusing if someone isn't familiar with that dialect, lead to people trying to figure out what dialect a character has, and just don't really capture the features of a dialect.

As an example, one of the most recognizable features of Southern American English (SAE) is the pin-pen merger. In SAE, there's a conditional merger of the sounds /ɪ/ and /ɛ/ before the nasal consonants [m], [n], and [ŋ]. So words like pin and pen, him and hem, and Ken and kin will be pronounced the same in SAE. Besides writing your character's dialogue in the International Phonetic Alphabet, a feat that would make you the coolest roleplayer ever in my opinion, there isn't really a good way to reflect that in eye dialect. There have been times when I've had to question why roleplayers writing a character who speaks SAE or is localized into having a SAE dialect (like Japanese characters who speak Osaka-ben often are) are suddenly using "wi'" for "with" like they're 18th century authors writing a character that speaks Scots . I've had to dodge so many apostrophes from apostrophe flingers. I've also spent five minutes trying to pronounce "h've" because I saw someone use that in place of "have." I think the closest I got was to something that sounds vaguely like /hʊv/. Anyway, the International Dialect Archive of English is a good place to get an idea of what different English dialects sound like, and some entries have scholarly commentary discussing the features of the dialect that are present in the entry.

[fandomaddictwut]

I’ve seen some people complaining about Channing Tatum/his accent in Deadpool & Wolverine, and I just want to set a few things straight.

Channing has been on the docket to play Gambit since 2005, but each and every time, the character was cut from the script, he had a prior contract, or the director kept getting replaced until the project was scrapped 4 years later with the Fox/Disney merger.

He has family in Louisiana and grew up in the bayous (albeit in rural Alabama). This character has meant something to him since CHILDHOOD when it comes to representation in media.

Gambit doesn’t speak SAE (Standard American English). He’s a street urchin from Acadia/New Orleans. He grew up speaking Cajun (a mix of Southern American, Canadian French, and España Spanish grammar applied to a mostly English vocabulary) and Louisiana French (an offshoot of Canadian French from Acadians).

Every person I’ve seen online who ACTUALLY GREW UP around people who speak Cajun, Creole, and/or Louisiana French has said that his accent is SPOT ON, maybe even a little too clear.

All this to say: if you can’t understand Gambit in Deadpool & Wolverine, you’re not supposed to. That’s the bit: unless you’re used to those dialects and accents, you’re shit outta luck trying to parse it out without help. Hell, even Rogue, who grew up in the South, doesn’t know what he’s saying half the time.

[narcjsistx]

would sae itoshi be able to recognize his girlfriend just by a simple shade of lip gloss? <3

lately, madrid is always so crowded. SAE ITOSHI as been living here for quite a few years now, he probably knows this city better than his not-so-beloved home prefecture of kanagawa — yet, lately, the number of fans keeps growing

he often has to spend a lot of minutes driving around in front of his house, just to wait for the fans to disperse — since they already know which building he lives in, he can’t risk them finding out his exact apartment number. maybe the situation has gotten this out of hand because of his return to spain after the loss — his first in years — against blue lock, in japan

today is not his lucky day, he’s known that for the past twenty minutes. it’s definitely not his lucky day if, even after getting out of the car and making sure no one was around, he still ended up surrounded by a crowd of at least thirty people

"im a huge fan of yours, sae! i've been following you since you started playing in the youth club!"

"okay. here's the autograph"

even though he’s tired, coming back from a full day of training and all he really wants is to collapse into your arms, being socially acceptable is necessary. the fan looks at him dreamily, eyes flicking between his face and the autograph, while he hands her the pen and moves on to the next person — starting the cycle all over again: autographs, photos, and brief exchanges of words. he notices the shoe store in front of the house and realizes that the time you usually get home has long passed, yet he’s still here — and not with you

by now, he signs the banners without even noticing, more focused on figuring out the quickest way to handle the last ten people that are still waiting for him. he only snaps back to reality when he feels something unexpected

lips crash against his cheek, sticky from a thin layer of gloss. he involuntarily tightens the pen in his hands, feeling the irritation grow quickly but gradually inside him — annoyed but not surprised by the fans who always try to cross the line

"im taken, go fucking awa-"

"i know"

as he turns around, ready to call the police, the first thing he notices is the tint of gloss on the lips that kissed him. it’s a soft reddish, enough to resemble real lipstick — and, above all, the color of his hair. his muscles relax automatically as he lets out a sigh and moves a hand to your side, gently pulling you closer to him. there’s only one person in all of madrid who wears this shade of gloss, rosewood shine

"why aren’t you waiting for me at home?"

"i saw you from the window and you looked a bit in danger. you don’t mind your fans seeing me, right?"

"i think it would be hypocritical to be afraid of my fanbase seeing my girlfriend of three years, after stories and post"

you smile, rising onto your toes once again to kiss his cheek. you know he’s not particularly fond of being affectionate in public, but maybe the fact that you haven’t seen each other all day makes him more willing to let you — and his fans — notice just how disgustingly in love he is. you hear light giggles from the crowd while someone takes a photo of you without your permission, but honestly, it’s something you’ve been used to for a while. sae hands the signed paper back to the fan, who smiles gratefully — maybe genuinely — amid the fancrazybase

"you immediately pulled away when she kissed your cheek!"

"that’s normal. im taken, i didn't know it was her"

"that’s not something everyone would do"

"then raise your standards"

only seventeen photos later, you finally get the chance to step through the door of your home. sae collapses onto the couch, pulling you with him, as you end up sitting on his lap while he slowly massages your hips. you kiss his face affectionately, while he finally seems to relax, still amused by what happened

"do you do this with all your fans? reject their kisses?"

"it’s called basic human decency, bonus points if you’re in a steady relationship. why would i have gloss on my face that’s not yours?"

"are you seriously only bothered about the gloss?"

"honestly, i just need them to be your lips. you can even wear a lipstick that doesn’t come off, not even if i cut my cheek"

"so cheecky"

"you said 'disgustingly in love and loyal' in the wrong way"

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[shouyuus]

but see the double standard is that even though sae tries his damnedest not to make noise when you're sucking him off/riding him/pleasuring him however, but if you try to keep quiet, please keep your hands in the vehicle at all times and fasten ur seatbelts because you're about to have the vocal fry fucked out of you --

doesn't matter how long it takes, he'll go at it for hours.

he'll fold you in half, lock your knees by your ears and pummel into you till you're sobbing and sore and begging, till your voice cracks over his name, even though it's just a single syllable.

"'s n-not f-fair --" you hiccup, keening as he leans back to jackhammer into you from a deeper angle, his eyes half-lidded, his expression tamed into a fierce kind of placidness.

"don't ever try to hide your noises from me," he says, the words so low you almost don't catch them over the rhythmic smack of skin on skin, the lewd, heinous squelch of your raw, puffy cunt sucking him in each time he thrusts.

"s-sae please --" you keen over a particularly rough thrust, one that knocks the bed into the wall and you can almost swear you hear the headboard cracking.

you choke out a noise somewhere between a sob and a moan as he fucks you through the nth orgasm of that night, his pace never slowing, the end nowhere in sight. he only adjusts his grip on your thighs and watches you with a satisfied, slightly sadistic glint in his eye and says --

"mm... good. now louder."

[kxsagi]

I feel like I'm requesting a lot these past days but my creative juices are pumping:(

Anyways how would the boys (isagi, nagi, sae, rin, you can add whoever you want) react to reader being the favorite WAG, like people aspires to be her cause even tho she's dating a rich footballer she still works, doesn't dress too fancy (literally seen this online, fancy in like designer brands that cost millions), always support her man, is nice, no fan ever had a bad experience with her, love the love story of her and her man... List goes on, just everyone fav girl and maybe their fans like her more then him

Or if its easier for you a one shot with Isagi about it, whatever works best for you!!💕

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐀𝐆”

a/n: i wanna be a WAG sm, i absolutely loved this request and ate it up cath THANK YOU

ft. itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, itoshi rin

itoshi sae

sae doesn’t care about public opinion, until he realizes you’re literally being hailed as the "standard" for WAGs everywhere. 

you're known for showing up to his games in comfy outfits, no loud designer logos, just jeans and a cute little top, but the way you cheer for him so genuinely? fans cry over it. 

everyone’s obsessed with the fact you still freelance and don’t rely on his money, even though he's loaded. 

his fanbase calls you “mrs. unbothered” because you carry his same calm, cool aura but in a way nicer way. 

interviewers will ask about sae, and you’ll always answer like, “i’m just proud of him. he works so hard.” and everyone in the comments goes: “we love a humble queen.” 

sae pretends he doesn’t care when people say you're more likable than him… but he absolutely does. he likes bragging about you privately, muttering stuff like, “they’re not wrong though.” 

his fans go from writing thirst tweets to “i’d never even look at sae if his girlfriend was in the room. she’s the real prize.” 

whenever you post a soft pic of him, the comments are just: “how does she make him look this warm???”

nagi seishiro

people are constantly shocked you’re dating nagi, because you’re the complete opposite of lazy – you work hard, stay busy, and somehow still make time to support him at every match. 

the internet’s favorite thing is how you always pack snacks for him when he's gaming or heading to practice like, “don’t forget to eat.” 

nagi just nods sleepily, but his fans MELT. 

you're so chill and unmaterialistic it blows people’s minds. you literally pull up in $20 sneakers and a cute hoodie, and still outshine every designer-clad girl. 

nagi thinks it’s “troublesome” when he trends but gets pouty when you trend instead: "why are they talking about you more than me... i scored three goals. that’s a hat trick." 

when you told him you weren’t quitting your job just because he’s rich, nagi fell harder. fans fell harder too. 

he brags about you on stream all the time. “my girlfriend’s cooler than me. she actually does stuff.” 

your fan nickname is “miss soft launch” because you’re lowkey and private but every glimpse he shares of you goes viral. 

isagi yoichi

everyone loves the slow-burn, hardworking love story between you two – he wasn’t famous when you got together, and you were both hustling, so now it feels earned. 

you’re always there on the sidelines, dressed casual and comfy, holding his baby boy during interviews like a proud mom-wife and fans swoon. 

his fans legit make edits captioned: “if she’s not like isagi’s wife idc”

people are obsessed with how kind you are. fans have full threads titled “times isagi’s wife was too sweet for this world.” 

even players from other teams have admitted that you’re the only WAG they never get tired of seeing at matches. 

you're always defending isagi too, like, “he’s harder on himself than anyone else. just support him, guys.” and the fandom eats it up. 

isagi once admitted in an interview that you do his hair sometimes, and fans lost it. “SHE FIXES HIS LITTLE AHOGE???” became a meme. 

when his son’s ahoge showed up, the internet was like: “okay, she’s not just the fave… she’s the blueprint.”

itoshi rin

fans are terrified of rin but adore you because you're just so sweet and level-headed. 

they call you “the rin whisperer” because you’re the only one who can make him smile in public. 

you show up to games in the simplest outfits: sweater, jeans, a little necklace, and somehow you still slay more than girls in $5,000 fits. 

you still work your job, even when rin’s like “you don’t need to.” your fans treat it like a power move. 

every time rin posts a pic of you, it’s the softest, most lovingly taken photo. fans literally go: “he is SO in love. this is not the same rin we see on the field.”

he hates interviews, but if someone mentions you, he perks up a little. “yeah. she’s great. i don’t know why she likes me.” 

fans think your dynamic is the funniest because rin’s so cold but you’re warm and sociable. at meet-and-greets, he just stands behind you like a bodyguard while you do all the talking. 

people joke that you're the protagonist of the love story, and rin’s just lucky to be your love interest. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[lumiambrose]

✰ open hand

kinktober 24 - day twentysix

featuring: sae itoshi x f!reader x ryusei shidou

summary: shidou wont shut up about you, to the point where sae starts to doubt you even exist. finally getting the chance to meet you, you leave an unforgettable impression on him

tags: smut, cucking, exhibistionism/voyeurism, implied threesome, petnames (sweetheart, kitty), slight degredation

wc: 1.8k

sae cocks an eyebrow as the door of the hotel suite clicks open. he’s been lounging on the loveseat for the past hour, waiting for shidou to show up with his supposed girlfriend. honestly, sae’s not too sure why he even agreed to this.

ever since shidou got together with his girlfriend, he refuses to shut up about her. always finding new ways to mention her or remind him of how hot his girlfriend is. it’s reached the point where sae is unsure if she even exists. calling shidou out on this, shidou offered to introduce her, which is how sae found himself in his current predicament.

shidou’s the first to enter the suite, loud as always, going on about how uninteresting the casino below the hotel is. although what takes sae by surprise is the pretty little lady entering the suite behind him, hand in hand with shidou. he does a one over on you, taking in all your features and curves. he can’t lie, shidou was nothing short of the truth. if sae were to ever date, you were the standard.

once spotting sae, shidou was quick to emphasise that you did, in fact, exist. “see, look at her. ain’t she stunning?” he says as his hand snakes it’s way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. you and sae briefly exchange pleasantries before settling into the suite. the next few hours we’re full of small talk. you got to know sae and his relationship with shidou, as well as their work. the exchanges were quite pleasant. despite sae’s unapproachable demeanour, you found him quite easy to talk to as he’s quite a good listener. with your boyfriend in the conversation too, it was nothing short of interesting.

you’re a couple drinks in, slightly tipsy, as your conversation gets interrupted. the comfortable atmosphere of the suite gets interrupted by an annoying ringing. turns out, sae’s manager is calling.

“give me a moment,” he says, stepping out onto the balcony to take the call, leaving you and shidou alone in the suite.

“so, whatcha think?” shidou nudges you, excited to question you now that sae has left the room.

you pretend to think long and hard at his question, “hmmm…” you feign. “he’s actually quite nice company, not to mention he’s good-looking.”

shidou’s eyes narrowed at your response, not expecting your answer but taking the opportunity to tease you a bit. “is that so?” he tuts, his right hand finding it’s way up to your chin, holding you in place. “don’t tell me you think he’s hotter than me,” he exclaims in an over dramatic manner, keeping your gaze focused on him.

you can only giggle at his reaction before you lean in, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “ryusei… are you jealous?” you mutter. your boyfriend, ever the shameless, holds you firm as he traces your bottom lip. “how could i not be, sweetheart? wanna be the center of your attention.” with that, he closes the distance, capturing your mouth with his own. shidou’s kisses are always intense, today is definitely no exception. his lips meet yours with hunger and passion as he bullies his way past your lips, playing with them as he invades your mouth. “keep your eyes on me. ok?” he groans against your lips.

seconds turn into minutes as the two of you continue your messy make out, until the sound of the balcony door sliding open wakes you from your trance. to be honest, he was watching for a while. it’s not like his manager had anything important to say, so he quite appreciated the show. sae is leaning against the doorway, his brow cocked as his expression falls nothing short of teasing as he watches your heated exchange.

your body is still pressed up against shidou’s, his arm is still tightly wrapped around your waist, not letting you go. you expect him to release you after noticing sae, but to your surprise, he hoists you up onto his lap so that your straddling him. you open your mouth to protest, but sae’s smirk says it all. “what’s wrong, kitty? don’t let sae here ruin the mood. i know you want this, and i’m sure he doesn’t mind.”

you do a one-over on the situation. you glance at shidou, then turn to sae, who’s making himself comfy on the loveseat again, and then back to shidou. he’s grinning with mischief, seeing as he knows you want this. he knows that the thought of being watched turns you on and he’s just waiting for you to cave.

if this were anyone else, you would probably decline, clean yourself up, and pretend nothing ever happened. but this is sae itoshi, the japanese prodigy, and someone your boyfriend considers a close friend. so you swallow your pride, let out an exaggerated sigh and crash lips with shidou once again.

despite this kiss being just as intense as the last one, there’s something different about it. something igniting a fire inside you, which makes you push shidou onto the bed, now lying on top of him as you continue your heated makeout. he holds you close, so that your breasts are squished against him as he slowly rocks you up and down on his body. before you can even process it, your shirt is ripped off, and shidou is wriggling you out of your skirt and underwear. you then help him out of his clothes, leaving you both naked in front of sae.

you spare a quick glance at sae, he’s almost unreadable. he’s lounging on the loveseat, legs spread and champagne in hand as he watches you. his expression is unreadable, if you had to guess, you’d say he even looks uninterested. but the way he’s watching you and shidou with such detail makes you think otherwise. since you and shidou continued your session, his eyes have never left the two of you once. from the way you grind on shidou’s lap to the way he holds you firm from the back of your throat, he’s watching it all, not missing out on a single detail.

the sounds you and shidou make fill the room. your lips smashing against each other and your quiet moans keeping sae fixated on you. watching as you get more desperate, pulling away from the kiss to focus more on grinding on your boyfriend.

“you enjoying this, sweetheart? you like it when sae watches you whore yourself out for me?” he teases from beneath you, his large hands sliding up your body to palm your breasts. “what a naughty girl.” he flicks your hardened peaks, earning a moan from you that goes straight to his dick and also to sae’s, which is evident by the clear tent in his slacks. his cock feels heavier than normal, pressing against his boxers, aching for release. although, instead of giving in and relieving his stress, he chooses to ignore it, his grip on the champagne flute tightening. shidou notices this, deciding to tease him, “you seem awfully frustrated, sae. no need to restrain yourself, enjoy the show.” he grips your face, forcing you to turn around and lock eyes with sae in your fucked-out state, “i won’t take offence. she’s quite the sight for sore eyes, isn’t she?” with that, shidou fully turns you around, so that your body is facing sae. he hoists you off him for a second, giving him enough time to free his cock. letting it slap against his abs before he pulls you back.

still facing sae, he slowly sinks you down on his length. making you squirm with every inch and moaning at the penetration. sae’s eyes darken as he watches you sit down, his gaze fixed on the point where your bodies connect. the way your face contorts in pleasure, the sounds that escaped your lips—it’s too much for him to bear. he can feel his cock throbbing—begging for release. giving in, he finally unbuttons his slacks, letting out a needy sigh as he finally frees his member.

shidou guides your hips, helping you ride him, and sae can’t help but notice the way your breasts bounce with every movement. the sight was intoxicating, licking his lips unconsciously, as the sight of you goes straight to his cock.

"fuck, look at her," shidou groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts up into you. "she's so fucking tight, I can feel every inch of her.”

sae cocks a brow at his words. the way your walls clench around shidou's cock, the way your body trembles with pleasure, it’s a sight to behold. he can feel his cock twitch at the sight, leaking with precum. sae slides his thumb over his slit, collecting the leaking liquid, shuddering at the sensation before starting to stroke his cock, imagining your warm walls squeezing him instead of his fist.

"you like that, don't you?" shidou growles, his eyes boring into yours as he continues to thrust into you. "you like being watched, like having sae see how well you take my cock.”

your moans only grow louder, and sae finds himself even more enamoured by you, watching you intently as he matches his strokes to the rhythm shidou sets. he sees the pleasure etched on your face, the way your body moves in sync with shidou as the sound of skin on skin fills the room. he's mesmerised, unable to look away as every movement makes blood rush to his dick. but to his dismay, it seems this little show you put on for him wont last long. shidou’s thrusts slowly become more desperate, opting to hold you above him as he drills into you while you’re babbling incoherent sentences about how “you’re close”.

before you know it, you’re orgasm is crashing over you, screaming out shidou’s name as your body is trembling in ecstasy. even if you want to, any shame left in your body leaves as you ride out your high in front of the two men. shidou, not far behind, finds his own release deep inside of you. spilling his hot cum in your cunt, before sitting you back down on his lap. leaving sae the only one unsatisfied.

shidou, taking advantage of the situation, lifts you off him. letting his cum seep out of you before walking over to where sae is seated and occupying the space next to him. “would ya look at that, kitty,” he coos as you shakily make your way over to them, collapsing inbetween the two men's laps. “seems like our little performance wasn’t enough for sae.” shidou takes your right hand, directing it towards sae’s hard cock, replacing his hand with your own. “how about you be a good little slut and finish him off, hm? can’t have our prodigy missing out on all the fun, can we?”

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©lumis kinktober 24' ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

[wxwoobe]

twin can i request itoshi brothers and oliver (and others if you want) with a s/o who’s besties with shidou and lowkey matches his freak plz

HELP LMFAOOO OKAY TWIN sorry for the delay ts took me too long doing js three characters 💔

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, oliver aiku

cw. implied smut, shidou🥀

ft. rin itoshi

you’re laughing on the gym floor, clutching your stomach while shidou practically cackles beside you.

“i told you,” he wheezes, “if the dick ain’t making your legs shake like a busted shopping cart, is it even hitting?”

“NAHHH like— if i’m not seeing GOD at least twice, what are we doing??” you fire back.

shidou slaps the floor. “THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYIN’!”

across the room, rin itoshi is losing his will to live.

he’s standing by the water dispenser, arms crossed, towel over his shoulder, fuming quietly while pretending not to listen. (he’s listening.) his eye twitches every time shidou says “cock.” which is often. too often.

you’re his girlfriend. his. the quiet, calm, pretty girl who kissed him under the sakura trees and wears his hoodie like it’s made of gold.

and yet, here you are. on the gym floor. talking about gag reflex strategies with ryusei-fucking-shidou like you’re co-hosting a sex podcast.

rin mutters under his breath. “why the hell did i fall for you.”

as if summoned, you look over and beam. “babe! shidou said he can hear us through the dorm walls. you should be proud.”

rin chokes on his water. “why would i be— what the fuck?!”

shidou grins, lounging on the mat like a slutty panther. “yeah, man. kudos. she sounds like she’s dying in there. real performance of a lifetime.”

you wink. “i was dying. he put my soul in a chokehold.”

rin looks like he’s about to combust. you’re a menace. shidou’s a demon. and rin… somehow loves you both in the weirdest ways.

“can you two stop talking about our sex life like it’s a UFC match?”

you smirk. “why? are you embarrassed or are you mad shidou’s your biggest fan?”

shidou howls. “i’m the president of the fan club, actually. if y’all ever make a sex tape, i call first watch.”

“SHIDOU,” rin snaps, face red.

“WHAT? I WANNA SEE IF YOU REALLY FOLD HER LIKE A PRETZEL—”

“OH MY GOD—”

you? you’re just laughing. because nothing amuses you more than watching rin get jealous and flustered while shidou fanboys your sex life and you match every bit of his chaos.

and at the end of the day, rin will still kiss you stupid. still slam the door behind you. still whisper filth into your ear and prove he’s better than anyone else could ever be.

but not before shidou yells, “BREAK HER BACK!” as you disappear into the hallway.

ft. itoshi sae

you and shidou are halfway into a conversation that would send the vatican into flames.

“i’m just saying,” you start, sipping your iced coffee like it’s not the most inappropriate sentence to ever exist, “if it doesn’t bruise my cervix, i don’t want it.”

shidou slams the table. “THANK YOU. finally, someone with standards.”

your boyfriend, sae itoshi, sitting across from you with his usual dead stare, doesn’t even blink.

he takes a slow sip of his black coffee. “are you two done?”

“almost,” shidou grins, “i was just telling her she deserves to be rearranged like ikea furniture.”

you nod solemnly. “exactly. alphabetized. restructured. dislocated, even.”

sae sighs. “and i’m the one dating you.”

shidou snorts. “poor guy. she’s a freak, y’know.”

“i know,” sae says flatly. “i’ve seen her orgasm face.”

“AND?” shidou leans forward, eager. “she cross-eyed?”

you grin. “tell him, babe.”

sae doesn’t flinch. “she shakes like a broken washing machine.”

you blink. “that was weirdly poetic.”

shidou gasps. “itoshi SAE with the dirty talk???”

“it wasn’t dirty talk.”

“it WAS. you’re blushing.”

“i’m literally not.”

“you are,” you chime in sweetly. “a little pink on the ears.”

sae exhales like being around you two is slowly killing him. he closes his eyes and mutters, “i have no idea why i love you.”

but he does. you know he does. even when you and shidou are ranking moaning styles in public. even when you whisper nasty jokes in his ear at team dinners. even when shidou is fake-mourning your pelvis like “RIP to her spine, she didn’t survive the sae itoshi experience.”

and sae? he won’t say it, but he’s a little obsessed.

obsessed with how shameless you are.

obsessed with how you match Shidou’s chaos but still come home to him.

obsessed with how the freakiest girl alive melts for him, quiet and breathless, behind closed doors.

he’s not loud about it. he just pulls you close when shidou’s being too much. drops a hand on your thigh. stares you down when you say something too filthy, like he’s calculating the best way to shut you up.

ft. oliver aiku

you and shidou are deep into a philosophical debate.

“bro,” shidou says, utterly serious, “if he’s not biting your thigh to keep from busting early, does he really love you?”

you nod. “exactly. if he’s not growling into my stomach like a demon, then he’s just.. lazy.”

shidou points dramatically. “YES. lazy dick is a crime.”

“capital offense,” you agree.

your boyfriend, oliver aiku, walks in just in time to hear that last line and blinks.

“…what the fuck are you guys talking about.”

you smile sweetly. “you.”

oliver pauses. “…am i lazy dick?”

you and shidou exchange a look.

“debatable,” shidou mutters.

“hey!” oliver looks genuinely offended. “you literally screamed last night!”

you grin. “yeah, but were you growling into my stomach?”

oliver blinks. “…should i be??”

shidou slaps him on the back. “obviously. show some hunger.”

oliver looks like he’s reevaluating his entire technique. “wait wait wait— you like that??”

you shrug. “i like a little demon time.”

oliver is spiraling. “y/n. baby. love of my life. why didn’t you tell me you wanted demon time?? i could’ve been feral for you this whole time.”

“you already drool in your sleep,” you say. “i figured that was enough feral.”

shidou cackles.

oliver throws himself onto the couch, dramatically. “i can’t believe i’m being slandered in my own home.”

“you’re not being slandered,” shidou says. “you’re just being held to a higher standard.”

“a kinky standard,” you add helpfully.

oliver sits up, eyeing you both. “…you and Shidou should NOT be allowed to talk unsupervised.”

“we’re like two brain cells in a trench coat,” shidou says proudly.

you nod. “horny brain cells.”

oliver groans. “i’m dating a menace. with a menace as a best friend.”

but the thing is… he loves it.

he loves the way you make filthy jokes over dinner.

he loves how shidou hypes you up like a wrestling announcer when you wear short skirts.

he especially loves how you crawl into his lap afterward, pouting, asking, “was i too much?”

and he always grins, kisses your cheek, and says, “nah, baby. you’re just right.”

even if shidou’s in the background yelling, “DICK HER DOWN, CAPTAIN!”

[retroaria]

Hello! I'm not sure if you write for Karasu from Blue lock but if do you can I request first time hcs for him? If you don't write for him, Sae works too :D

✶ first time!

itoshi sae + karasu tabito x fem!reader

a/n: i definitely wanna do these for all the other guys after my event ends!

˗ˏˋ written for aria’s 1.5k follower event! ˎˊ˗

➜ itoshi sae

when you and sae first started dating he was quick to try and initiate sex, feeling a bit confused if you were to tell him you wanted to wait.

once you are ready to have sex with him he plays it off like it’s no big deal but he secretly is fighting back his own excitement.

it shows in his eagerness to have you undressed beneath him. he takes your clothes off like a savage and immediately aims to mark you up, kissing and nibbling at your skin as his hands graze your body up and down squeezing and gripping at certain areas. sae is the kind of guy who gets off on the feeling of soft clean skin, so he takes his time appreciating your entire body.

normally he’d be more rough, but for your first time he decides to be a bit more gentle with everything. instead of eating you out like a madman he laps at your clit with a leisurely pace and curls his fingers into you slow but still striking.

he’d fuck you in standard missionary so he can moan softly in your ear and have you moaning in his. also likes to nibble at your neck and jaw.

his pace is at a comfy medium. he just doesn’t have it in him to make his thrusts slow and steady, but he enjoys slowing down a bit if only for the ability to make each thrust hit hard against your sweet spot to ensure your nails keep digging into his shoulders and biceps the entire time (his favorite fucking thing omg).

pull out > condom, unless you ask him to wear one which he would be fine with but he prefers not to. keeps his cock snug between your walls for as long as he possibly can. when sae’s close to orgasm he fully nuzzles his face in your neck and wraps his arms underneath you to pull you impossibly closer. he isn’t a loud moaner but his soft low groans are like audible porn.

sae’s aftercare doesn’t feel like he put in a lot of effort but it’s still good bc he basically just has you do all the stuff he would want to do himself after sex. shower, water, snuggle up.

➜ karasu tabito

he’d be so patient if you wanted to wait for the relationship to get more serious! he’s a player for sure but when he’s locked in he’s locked in.

he would want to make it a romantic and intimate experience for you, but he wouldn’t go all out. he’d take you on a beautiful date before hand and he’d run a nice bath for you after, sweet but not too sweet.

loves foreplay omg don’t get me started.

i headcanon him as a beast in the sheets but on the low he loves slow sensual sex. wants to kiss and lick your entire body, have his face smothered between your legs for as long as possible, rubs his cock between your folds so long he almost cums right then and there before stopping himself. loves the way you whimper for him as his tip glides back and forth against your sensitive clit.

he’s got a cheeky smirk on his face the entire time, even while his eyes flutter shut as he slides his cock between your warm wet walls for the first time.

this might be an odd opportunity but i feel like for your first few times with him he’d really amp up the dirty talk and probably drop it later into the relationship unless you happen to really like it lol. he’d drop himself down so he can speak directly in your ear, telling you how good you’re taking him and how incredible you feel wrapped around his cock between his low groans and thrusts.

look at me trying out new themes!! :D

mdni divider creds: @adornedwithlight so cute :3

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♡ bllk drabbles ──

જ⁀➴ blue lock characters! with a filthy rich s/o

a/n: btw reader is canonically richer than reo in this one. this plot was suggested from this request!

starring: kiyora jin, chigiri hyoma, sae itoshi, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, kurona ranze, and yukimiya kenyu

KIYORA JIN doesn't know how to process it.

you’re calm when you say, “i bought you a recovery pod. same model the pros use.”

he blinks at the chrome sci-fi cocoon in your guest room.

“i—you bought it?”

you nod. “well, imported. i figured your muscles deserved the best.”

he gently touches the side. “this costs more than my apartment.”

you hum, casual. “then i’ll get you a new apartment too. one with a mountain view or whatever you like.”

kiyora opens his mouth. closes it. opens it again. “you’re joking.”

“i’m stupidly rich and madly in love. let me cope through capitalism.”

he huffs a disbelieving laugh. “you're unreal.”

“you like it?”

he exhales slowly. “i do. but… don’t forget i liked you when you were just annoying in sweatpants.”

you grin. “so you admit i was annoying.”

“you still are.”

you tackle him onto the couch. the pod behind you pings to life, announcing in a robotic voice: "welcome back, king kiyora."

he hides his face in your shoulder.

“…we are not keeping that feature.”

CHIGIRI HYOMA has always expected to be the one giving the princess treatment. not… receiving it.

so when he steps into the private spa you rented and gets handed a silk robe, rose petal foot soak, and a laminated schedule titled “hyoma’s healing journey”, he freezes.

“…i thought we were getting foot rubs.”

you sip from your champagne flute. “we are. and a five-step brightening facial, two kinds of lymphatic drainage, and one chakra balancing.”

“…why are there chakra crystals on the hot tub cover?”

“for alignment.”

he squints. “what’s that smell?”

“imported lavender steam.”

a staff member bows and says, "your third eye will thank you, sir."

chigiri turns to you with wild eyes. “i’m not supposed to be the pampered one. i do the pampering.”

you guide him toward the chaise. “then let me flip the script.”

he protests all the way into the silk robe. complains while sipping cucumber water. sulks as they buff his feet.

an hour later:

“...okay, maybe i’m into this,” he admits, eyes half-lidded as someone massages his scalp.

you grin. “told you.”

“…but if you put me in a tiara, i will revolt.”

you don’t answer.

“Y/N.”

“smile for the tiara.”

ITOSHI SAE has standards. high ones. and when you hand him a velvet box before training, he looks at it like it personally insulted him.

“what is this?”

“a gift,” you say. “custom cleats. carbon fiber. ai-enhanced pressure sensors. biometric grip. they scan your stride and adapt in real-time.”

he opens the box. blinks once. “...they better not talk.”

“they also warm up before matches,” you offer.

sae squints. “great. i always wanted shoes with a preheat setting. what’s next? voice command?”

“they do respond to commands.”

he clicks his tongue. “if they start calling me ‘daddy,’ i’m suing.”

you grin. “would you prefer ‘king’?”

“i’d prefer ‘quiet.’” he picks one up and turns it over like it owes him money. “they’re not hideous.”

“that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“i don't mind getting spoiled. but if you get me a smart headband next, i’m ending the relationship.”

you smirk. “too late. it arrives thursday.”

he exhales sharply. “you are the single most annoying rich person i’ve ever loved.” then, after a pause, he adds “but you’re also the only person who ever bothers to learn what i actually need.”

he nudges your side with his foot, barely looking up. “...thanks, i guess.”

which, from sae, is the emotional equivalent of slow dancing in the rain.

MIKAGE REO is plotting your downfall.

“you outbid me,” he accuses, mid-brunch.

“for charity,” you reply.

“it was a SILENT AUCTION!”

you tilt your head. “i do enjoy crushing your spirit under the weight of my wallet.”

reo stares. “so are we flirting or fighting?”

“yes.”

before he can retaliate, the auctioneer clears his throat. “next item: one (1) lazy prodigy, comes with gaming addiction and severe nap dependency. starting bid: 1,000 yen.”

you and reo both raise your hands.

nagi blinks from the refreshment table. “huh?”

“i raise to ONE million,” reo says casually.

“two and a lifetime snack subscription,” you counter.

“three and i throw in a temperature-controlled gaming chair,” reo shoots back.

nagi pauses. “…are you guys buying me?”

“four million and i promise to never wake you before noon,” you say sweetly.

“five and i rename my yacht after him,” reo snarls.

nagi tilts his head. “what if i don’t want to be sold?”

“YOU DON'T GET A SAY,” you and reo reply in unison.

the auctioneer slams the gavel. “sold. to the terrifyingly coordinated couple.”

reo grumbles. “this is the third time we’ve accidentally bought nagi.”

you shrug. “he should stop being so marketable.”

NAGI SEISHIRO blinks when you hand him a velvet box.

“…is it food?”

“no.”

he opens it anyway. inside: a diamond-studded, ai-enhanced controller. ergonomic. heat-reactive. probably smarter than both of you combined.

he tilts his head. “looks expensive.”

“it was.”

“cool. can it play the game for me?”

you sigh. “it can analyze finger fatigue and auto-adjust input lag.”

he nods, impressed. “that’s kinda cracked.”

ten minutes later, he’s horizontal on the couch, eyes glued to the screen. the controller glows. the ai says, ‘excellent backshot, seishiro.’ he munches a chip. doesn’t blink.

“do you even remember my birthday?” you ask.

“yeah. it’s… uhh…” he trails off. “the day my xp bar maxed out.”

“…what?”

“don’t worry. i set a reminder. in my game.”

you raise a brow.

“npcs drop cake and buffs that day.”

you stare.

he leans his head lazily against your shoulder. “i also made your character look cool. and hot.”

you sigh. “you’d be nothing without me.”

“nah,” he mumbles. “i’d still be good. just, like… not moisturized. or fed.”

KURONA RANZE is confused. deeply, deeply confused.

he was promised brunch. maybe a nice view. instead, he’s sitting in an underwater restaurant: with panoramic glass walls, coral towers, and a school of fish watching him eat.

“you brought me to an aquarium,” he says slowly.

you grin. “correction. i brought you inside the aquarium.”

a fish with big, buggy eyes floats past. kurona narrows his own.

“…he’s staring at me. staring.”

you nod. “we can get that one for brunch if you want.”

he chokes. “he’s got a family! a fish family!”

you sip your drink like it’s none of your business. “so? you ate his cousin last week.”

“that was sashimi! it didn’t have personality!”

you smirk. “so… submarine dinner next week? titanic ruins?”

kurona lowers his fork slowly. “i’m not dying in a sunken boat just so you can take aesthetic photos.’”

you grin. “there’s bioluminescent shrimp.”

he stares. “i can watch glowing shrimp from my couch. in 4k. with snacks. and zero risk of becoming fish food. food.”

“c’mon,” you tease. “you’d look great in a wetsuit.”

“i’d look better on land. with air. and dignity.”

but when the fish-shaped cake arrives and the tank lights spell out “kurona,” he beams.

“…cool. it’s cool.”

YUKIMIYA KENYU looks absolutely done.

“you didn’t.”

“i did,” you grin. “i bought billboard space in every major city.”

he turns—and yep. there’s his face. on a 50-foot poster. posing. smizing. looking like he just invented skincare.

with the caption: yukimiya kenyu: the vision.

“i didn’t even approve that photo,” he mutters.

he scrolls through his socials. every feed: him. magazine covers, bus ads, milk cartons (??).

“they put me on the side of a yogurt truck,” he says, horrified.

“gut health is important,” you offer.

he clutches his forehead. “i’m being haunted by my own jawline.”

later, he’s dragged to a mall opening. the backdrop? himself. larger-than-life. again.

“…my eyebrows are fighting for dominance,” he mutters.

you lean closer. “next week: holograms. full body projection. interactive. you can high-five yourself.”

he stares. “i already talk to myself in the mirror, thanks.”

but when you catch him taking a selfie with his own billboard later, he mutters, “…lighting was good. it’s for reference.”

you raise an eyebrow.

“i am the vision,” he says flatly.

you cackle. “there he is.”

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