#saes babble

[tazditto]

new to dropout ppl not from d20 why that ross guy so tumblr sexyman

[teddybeartoji]

sae will drag you back by your ankles to that bed... dont even try 🙁

ooooooooooh yeah he's a big ankle grabber methinks . he's a big ankle guy anyway lmao he loves to press sweet kisses there okok but yes he will drag you back and he's like sooo scarily serious every time he does it too he won't let you go aaaaaaaaaaaanywhere before he's ruined you completely

[popponn]

why sae is kinda

[txmxkis]

decided to rewatch squid game s1 after i finished S2 cause i guess i like misery and well

[bluelockmaniac]

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 — ˎˊ˗ dad itoshi sae x mama fem!reader

"luewam, luewom, lukewome!" your three-year-old daughter squeals, her giggles ringing through the house as her tiny feet dart across the hardwood floor. you chase after her, spoon in hand, attempting to avoid stumbling on the scattered toys she never picks up.

ever since she had learned that infuriating word– the word that seemed to naturally and carelessly slip out of the impulsive lips of itoshi sae– your life had become a complete mess filled with chaos (and your child’s high-pitched laugh of triumph).

and to make matters worse, your daughter's first word was not ‘mama’. nor was it ‘papa’. you still vividly recall that day as if it had occurred yesterday.

"gah... ah..." the little carbon copy of sae babbles, her thumb tucked in her mouth, wide, sparkly eyes darting between her parents. she watches the two of you with a mixture of curiosity and confusion, sensing some sort of anticipation that her tiny brain could not yet grasp.

"sae, she's going to say her first word!" you laugh, clutching your husband's arm. although sae seemed to share only a fraction of your excitement, you could read the amused expression on his calm face.

"l-lu..." she pulls her thumb from her mouth, a glistening string of saliva stretching between her finger and lips. "luewaam!"

in that moment, your heart sinks, all the former expectations leaving you at a rapid pace, the corners of her lips curling upwards as she proudly declared her newfound term. nothing could compare to the crestfallen expression you wore that day. sae, on the other hand, chuckles proudly, scooping his little mimic into his arms.

"baby, come hereee!" you pant, pausing as you try to catch your breath. the speed of toddlers is not to be underestimated.

sae was watching all this— all your struggles— with a fond smile. he stretches out his arms for his daughter, and she cheerfully runs into her father’s embrace, her tiny hands resting on his shoulders as she steadies herself on his knees.

"you're a brat, aren't you?" he smiles at her, gently placing a hand on her back to support her. she simply giggles, then turns around and points at you with an accusatory finger.

"mama... luewam!"

you pout, setting the plate of mashed potatoes on the living room table before sitting beside them with your arms crossed against your chest.

your daughter bore a striking resemblance to sae— she had inherited your hair colour, but her eyes were identical to his, those gorgeous turquoise eyes framed by thick lashes.

"sae, see what you've taught her? i thought i told you to stop saying that word... how am i going to feed her annoying, cheeky ass now?"

you shoot her a feigned glare, and she responds by excitedly burying her messy face against sae's chest. your gaze shifted back to your guilty-looking husband.

sae simply averted his eyes from your threatening glare, his fingers ruffling through his daughter's soft hair. "she says the food is lukewarm. isn't that right, princess?" he asks.

"yesss! food luewam!" she chimes, giggles muffled against his shirt.

you couldn’t help but smile, despite your efforts to appear stern. his expression always seemed to soften when he looked at the little creature. he presses an affectionate kiss on her forehead.

he looks back at you and gestures for the spoon, which you were more than happy to hand over, and settles his daughter on his thigh. "say ahh," he prompts, gently nudging the spoon against her tightly sealed lips.

she stares at him intently, gaze drawn to the food on the bright blue spoon, before breaking into a wide grin, revealing all her tiny teeth, and opening her mouth eagerly.

she took in the food, kicking her feet back and forth delightfully in an attempt to remind you she believes the food tastes much better from her father's hand.

"there y'go... not lukewarm anymore, is it, pretty?" he pinches her plush cheeks, in which she responds with clapping her tiny hands together. she looks up at him, wordlessly pleading for more food with her sparkly eyes fluttering their long lashes at him.

"are you kidding me..." you sigh, slouching down on the couch with defeated eyes.

your daughter notices your exhaustion and interprets it as distress, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. "noo, mama!" she huffed, reaching out to comfort you. she turned to sae, fingers tapping lightly on his shoulder. "papa! mama tiwed!"

"yeah?" he settles her on your lap. "tell mama her food isn't lukewarm."

she looks back and forth between you and sae with puffed out cheeks, as you try your hardest to maintain your composure and not let her lovelines break your resolve.

puckering her lips in mock seriousness, she mumbles, "mama not luewam!”, drawing out yet another chuckle from sae. she smiles at you, “okay...?"

you would have forgiven her if not for the fact that later today, she peeked through the slightly ajar door of your bedroom, and blurted out a loud “luewome!” upon witnessing the “dizzgasting” way you kissed her father.

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[kingkaizen]

𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓬'𝓼

∘ desc: breeding scenarios revolving around my fave blue lock boys <3

∘ ft: karasu, barou, sae, kenyu, shidou, + oliver

∘ a/n: my first blue lock post ahhh i hope you all enjoy! keep in mind that my requests are open for blue lock now for any of these characters!

∘ includes: nsfw, breeding, dirty talk, creampie, edging, praise

KARASU:

For Karasu, it’s more of you expressing this kink with him and he follows along with it

At first, he doesn’t get why you like it so much

Once he finally obliges, it's like a switch flips in his head and he can’t get enough of cumming inside of you

“Aw princess, you’re doing such a good job for me.” Karasu coos down at you, in awe of how well you’re holding yourself back for him. He is obsessed with edging you, not wanting you to cum until he says it’s okay. It could be the control of it all, or maybe just the way you look, but he’s enamored with how incredibly wet you get.

“Tabito, I can’t anymore,” you whimpered, tears threatening to spill over your lashes, “I just wan’ you to cum already. Cum inside me please, baby.”

Karasu let out a groan at your words, hips moving faster into you as he lifts a leg over his shoulder. He’s impossibly deeper now, your hands pushing against him in a sad attempt to get him to slow down. Kissing your swollen lips, he murmurs sweet nothings against them as he ruts himself into your walls. 

“Fuck! You’re so deep, please please please I need to cum.”

“Shit baby go ahead, gush all over my dick and I’ll give you all my cum. You’ll be so full, I promise.”

BAROU:

Barou is just so in love with you, you are his queen after all

In the moment, he doesn’t care if you get pregnant or not

He can’t help but want to show you his love in this way, show you how badly he needs you

“You feel so good around me, baby.”

Barou looks so ethereal underneath you, hands gripping your hips for dear life as you fuck yourself with his cock. He’s struggling to keep his eyes on you, fighting the pleasure to take in how amazing you look on top of him. Leaning down to give him a kiss, he places a hand at the back of your head to deepen it. Barou tries his best to be soft with you, a stark difference to his personality on the field

“Love you so much Sho’, shit.” You could feel his hands roaming over your entire body, stopping back in their original place on your hips. Suddenly, Barou plants his feet firmly on the bed before thrusting his hips up into you. It’s almost too much for you to take, you allow your body to give out and lay against his chest.

“Wan’ your cum, need it.” you babble, feeling the way he twitches inside of you at your begging.

“I’ll give you anything you want and more, just you wait.”

SAE: 

Sae doesn’t seem like the type of guy to actually want kids

For him, breeding is more of a “claim” type of thing

Thinking about pushing his cum deep inside of you is enough to get him going

“Need you to squirt all over me, don’t disappoint me now.”

Sae held you up against the wall, forearms straining as he fucked into you. He was far from a weak man, positions like this where he could really show off his brute strength were his favorite. You’ve been teasing him for too long and now he’s craving that feeling of you squeezing around him more and more.

“Sae! You’re too big, feels like you’re in my tummy.” You slurred out, mind completely gone as he snatched all the thoughts out of your head. “Wan’ you to mark me all up, make me yours.”

“Don’t be stupid, you already belong to me.” Holding you up now with only one hand while your legs are wrapped around his waist, his fingers wrap around your throat causing you to look directly into his eyes. “If I’m going to give you all of me, I need to know that you’re gonna be good and not waste any.” 

KENYU: 

Kenyu loves you so incredibly much, so of course he wouldn’t mind growing a family with you

He wants you to have his babies so fucking bad 

Kenyu will not stop until he gets exactly what he wants

“You’re gonna look so fucking cute with my kids inside you,” Kenyu grunted out above you, completely folding your legs back until they were practically next to your ears. Despite the position, his touch was still gentle in contrast to the words he uttered. From the moment you expressed how badly you wanted to have kids, something inside of him completely flipped. He had you folded constantly, never stopping until he finally gave you what you asked for.

“Tell me, honey, do you think they’d have your gorgeous eyes? Or maybe your pretty smile?” Kenyu’s questions couldn’t even register in your mind as he continued to fuck you. The only thing you could bring yourself to think about was how good you felt and how bad you wanted to feel his warmth inside you. Your mind went blank, eyes clouding over as uncontrollable moans left your lips. Kenyu chuckled slightly at you, a hand reaching over to your chin to direct your gaze at him.

“C’mon beautiful, keep your eyes on me. Can’t have my pretty mama going all dumb on me, can I?”

SHIDOU:

Shidou is a nasty man 

He doesn’t want you going anywhere without a reminder of how good he is to you

Why not fill you up over and over until he achieves that?

“C’mon slut, you can take it.”

Shidou’s stupidly annoying grin makes your eyes roll before a small moan slips from your lips at his length. You’re already so sensitive, his stamina seems never ending as he thrusts into you. 

Your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist as his head rests near your shoulder, the warmth of your bodies together makes your senses overload.

“Ryu’ please,” you whine, grinding up against him in an attempt to get him even deeper.

“Fuckin’ greedy little thing hm?” Shidou responds, reaching underneath himself to play with your clit, massaging the bud until he could feel you shaking around him. “I’m going to fill you up until you can’t take it anymore, you hear me?”

OLIVER:

Oliver just simply doesn’t use protection

The way you squeeze him in, it seems like you don’t mind either

The only thing he wants to be on your mind is him

“Don’t zone out on me now, tell me what you want.”

Oliver has you in the most embarrassing position possible, legs spread wide open facing a mirror, forcing you to look at how flustered you are. With his hands placed underneath your thighs and your back against his chest, he grinds himself right up against your wet folds.

“I-I want, fuck, I want you inside of me, Aiku.”

“Mhm, good girl. Don’t take your eyes off of yourself.” He leads his tip right through your entrance, staring at the way your mouth falls open in pleasure. The way you struggle to look at yourself makes him want to cum right then and there, but not before he fully has his way with you. 

“Please fuck me, I’ve been so good.” You pleaded with him, body twitching in his hold from how long he’s had you in this position. You feel on the verge of orgasm already, his teasing affecting you more than you’d like to admit.

“Only if you tell me what you want from me. You know what I want to hear you say, sweetheart.” Oliver’s taunting voice rings in your ears. 

“Your cum, I want you to cum inside of me”.

“That’s it, good job. Now I’ll give my baby want she wants.”

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[kaiser1ns]

#. URGENT NONSENSE HOTLINE

featuring 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ıllı. itoshi sae, michael kaiser, oliver aiku, itoshi rin, shidou ryusei

fluff + slight suggestive. calling your cop boyfriend while he's in the middle of work, and he thinks it's super important, only for you to ask him the most ridiculous and random questions.

characters aged up to 21 and above. rin and shidou are fathers.

ITOSHI SAE

The police radio crackled in the background as Sae was sitting in his squad car, a rare moment of calm during his patrol. His phone buzzed, and the screen lit up with your name. It was unusual for you to call during his shift, so naturally, his heart skipped a beat hoping nothing happened to you.

He immediately answered, his tone calm. Your boyfriend was concerned more than anything, and if something was wrong, God forbid what was going to happen to the person who dared to hurt you. “What is it? Are you okay?”  

You, completely oblivious to his worries, immediately started talking cheerfully and giggling “Sae! Do you think dinosaurs should still exist? Wouldn’t it be awesome if they came back? Imagine us walking a T-Rex like a dog!”  

Sae blinked, deadpan. There was a long, heavy silence on the other end. You could almost hear the gears grinding in his head as he tried to process what you just said.  

“...Are you serious?” he finally asked, his voice dangerously calm. Oh, no. You're obsessed with dinosaurs again, and that wasn't good…at all.

“Of course I’m serious! Think about how cool it would be—like, riding a Triceratops to work or flying with a Pterodactyl!” you babbled on, completely oblivious to his growing annoyance.  

You couldn't see but your boyfriend rolled his eyes as he rubbed his temple, leaning back in his seat. His sharp tongue couldn’t be contained any longer.  

“You know they made Jurassic Park for that reason, right? And spoiler alert: it didn’t end well.”  

“But that’s just a movie!” you argued. “We could make it work this time! Think of all the science we have now!”  

“You called me—while I’m working—to ask about dinosaurs,” Sae interrupted, his tone flat. “Dinosaurs. You’re aware I have actual, real-life problems to deal with… Like thefts and, you know, crime?”  

“...So is that a no on the dinosaur pets?” you teased, voice now full of sadness and disappointment.

He sighed, muttering under his breath in frustration but unable to help the small, begrudging smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re lucky I love you. Now hang up before I block your number.”  

As the call ended, he shook his head, muttering to himself, “Dinosaurs. Unbelievable.” Still, the thought of you having fun with what you will call your "pet" lingered in his mind for the rest of his shift—and he hated how it made him go to the nearest store to buy you a dinosaur plushie.

MICHAEL KAISER

Kaiser was in the middle of gearing up for an undercover mission, his shirt tossed over the back of a chair as he adjusted the strap of his tactical vest. When his phone buzzed with your name on the screen, he hesitated for just a moment before answering. Worry flickered in his eyes—it wasn’t often you called during his work hours unless it was important.

"Mein Schatz, what’s wrong?" he asked immediately, his voice laced with concern. 

You, however, had other plans. “My love, if I hypothetically steal something, would you be the one to handcuff me?”

There was a silence as an answer when he blinked, momentarily thrown off by the absurdity of the question. A smirk began to spread across his face as he leaned back in his chair, half-naked and amused. “Engel, you’ve already stolen something very valuable.”

Your eyes widened on the other end of the line. You stopped twirling your hair, your voice suddenly tinged with worry as though you'd accidentally committed grand theft without realizing it. “I… I did? What did I steal?” 

Kaiser chuckled, the kind of low, teasing laugh that made your cheeks heat up even through the phone. “Yeah, you already stole my heart.”

Your indignant sputtering was music to his ears. He leaned forward, propping his elbow on the table and grinning like the cocky devil he was. “And didn’t we test those handcuffs enough already?" he added, his smirk growing. "Remember last night? You were so curious if they were strong enough to hold you—"

“Goodbye, baby! Good luck with your work!” you interrupted, your voice high-pitched and flustered. 

Kaiser laughed out loud as you hung up, shaking his head in pure delight. Tucking his phone into his pocket, he muttered to himself, “You’re too cute, mein Liebling. Too cute.” With that, he pulled on his shirt, ready to finish work and show you what happens to those who steal and don't admit it.

OLIVER AIKU

Oliver Aiku, a tall, well-built figure with a teasing smirk and hundreds of charms, was leaning against the desk in the bustling precinct. Talking with his partner Sendou, they were deep in conversation about the latest case—nothing too serious, just the usual for the two of them.

The Captain’s voice echoed across the room, pulling him from the moment. "Aiku! You've got a call!"

Oliver rolled his eyes, not exactly thrilled to be disturbed right now in the middle of his break, but he stood up anyway, still chuckling at whatever Sendou had just said about the girl he was trying to woo over. He knew exactly who was calling. A sly smile crept across his face as he picked up the phone.

"Hey, babe. Everything okay?" he said in his usual teasing tone, his eyes never leaving Sendou’s curious gaze.

"Oliver! There's a giant spider on the wall!" Your voice came through the phone and you were more than afraid and before he could even process the words, there was a loud screech from your side of the line. "AH!"

He couldn’t help but smirk. "Girl problems, you know..." he muttered under his breath, shrugging it off, but Sendou was already looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "What? What’s going on?" his partner asked, clearly intrigued by the other’s business like always.

The tall man leaned back against the desk, casually placing the phone on his shoulder. "It’s my girlfriend, you know? She’s having a bit of a crisis over a spider or something. It's all good, no need to panic."

He could hear you, being out of breath, obviously running away from the spider. "Oliver! It’s huge! What do I do?!" He couldn't help but laugh. It wasn’t that he didn’t care—he did, but come on, it was just a spider, you have seen bigger things.

"Doll," he said in a smooth, teasing voice, his grin widening. "Calm down. It's just a tiny lil' spider. I’m sure it’s probably scared of you."

He heard you scream again in the background, and he could already picture you manically pacing around, maybe already booking a plane ticket. “Just grab a slipper or something, take it down like the badass I know you are."

"I’M NOT GOING NEAR IT!" you shouted back, your voice full of distress. Oliver snickered, turning to Sendou, who was still waiting for an answer. "Listen to that. She’s on a whole new level of dramatic. Gotta love her."

He leaned into the phone, his tone turning low and flirtatious. "But, don’t worry, baby, when I get home, I’ll take care of that spider... and you, too."

ITOSHI RIN

It was supposed to be a quiet, ordinary day for one of the top detectives in the department. His desk was a mess of paperwork, and he was deep in the grind—cross-referencing statements, signing reports, and filling out forms. He hated the tedious parts of the job, but he was used to it. Nothing could disturb his focus; nothing but—

Vibration.

He glanced at his phone. Your name flashed on the screen. His first instinct was to ignore it, but a nagging thought held him back. You never called during work unless something was wrong. Still, with a sigh, he answered.

“Is it normal for Mommy to have blood on her stomach? Is my little brother a monster?”

Rin froze. His first reaction was to feel a pang of panic. Blood? His mind raced as he pictured the worst possible scenarios. He knew that voice—your child was watching too many horror movies again, getting himself all worked up.

“Calm down, okay? Where’s your mother?” Rin asked, trying not to sound too angry or demanding with asking questions, he knew how the suspects got away.

“She was in the kitchen and now she has red all over her stomach…” the child explained, sounding more frantic with each passing second.

Rin’s heart skipped a beat as he stood up from his desk, knocking papers to the floor. This can’t be happening, you were in danger and your child sounded more than scared. He needed to be back home immediately. “Stay where you are, do not move,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. Turned to his boss, not waiting for a response. “I need to leave. Now.”

Without waiting for permission, he bolted out the door.

His pulse was racing as he sped home, each second dragging on longer than the last. His thoughts were consumed with worry for you and the baby, a fear deeper than any threat he faced in his career. When he burst through the door and rushed to the kitchen, his breath hitched. He saw you—sleeping on the counter, exhausted, a slight stain of red near your stomach. His eyes widened. Was she hurt?

But there was no blood. No danger. Just the remnants of a cake you had been baking, and the food coloring had created the illusion of blood. You’d passed out from exhaustion, nothing more. Your husband sighed in relief, but he heard a small voice behind him.

“Is Mommy alive?”

Rin turned to find your child, wide-eyed and still nervous. The detective gently shook you awake, his hand soft and careful to avoid disturbing the baby to pop out any minute. You blinked groggily, confusion was written all over your face, but then— “The cake!” you exclaimed, ignoring the love of your life entirely. Of course, your priorities had always been… unique.

"Yeah, the cake," he muttered under his breath, trying to keep a straight face as he helped you sit up, ready to take the blame for your child's next internet ban with the horror media.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

Blasting music in the police car, sirens wailing, Shidou Ryusei chased down some random robbers, caught them, and hauled them to the station. He was a man of contradictions—a protector of the law who lived for thrills. Sure, he’d had a rough past and even served time as a teen, but hey, life’s full of surprises. One thing was certain, though: not everyone could claim you as their wife, his beautiful partner who was currently calling him for the sixth time.

“Pick up the damn phon—” Your annoyed voice hit his ears as he answered. Meanwhile, he was busy munching on candy he’d swiped from the twins earlier. “What’s up, babe?”

“Shidou Ryusei, are you out of your mind?” Uh-oh, here it came. Normally, your calls were filled with anecdotes about your day, theories about the universe, or updates about the twins’ shenanigans. This, however, sounded serious.

“Hello, my beautiful, amazing, angelic wife~” he drawled, mouth still full. He could practically see your angry, adorable expression through the phone.

“I’ll show you what IS amazing... Are you crazy?!”

“Always. Why even ask?” he teased.

“Why did you took the kids from kindergarten, witht he police car while blasting Gangnam style?” Oh, that. Well, you asked him to pick them up since you were running late, “What’s the problem? Elaborate, doll,”

“The problem?” you huffed through the line, voice rising as he heard someone laughing in the background, probably your kids enjoying your reactions as much as your husband did—some genes are pretty strong. “You traumatized every kid at the kindergarten! The teacher called me, Ryusei! The teacher! She said she’s never seen a police escort used so... recklessly!”

He was still chewing the candy he so kindly borrowed, only half-listening. “Reckless? Nah, that’s called style, babe. They’ll remember it forever. They should thank me for making their day cool.”

“Style?!” you screeched, and he almost felt bad. “Blasting Gangnam Style, sirens wailing, and you had the audacity to throw candy out the window like some... cop Santa?!”

Now he did laugh, the sound loud enough to echo around the block. Some of the people nearby on the street gave him curious looks, but he waved them off. “What? It’s called multitasking. Besides, the twins loved it. They told me I’m their hero. How can I say no to my kids, huh? Their words, not mine, by the way.”

You groaned and for a second, he thought you might hang up. “You’re insufferable. Absolutely insufferable. And stop eating the kids’ candy!”

Caught mid-chew, Shidou smirked. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I swear, Ryusei, if you don—”

“Love you, babe!” he interrupted, his tone cheerful. “And the kids love me too. Don’t forget that part. Now, I gotta go, official police business calls. You know, saving the world, keeping our streets cool.”

“Ryusei—!”

Click.

He hung up, a chuckle escaping as he leaned forward, unwrapping another candy. Moments like these reminded him how much he adored you, his firecracker of a wife, and the twins' choice for sweet treats.

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work

[hoshiros]

—✯ KNEE SOCKS

AM Masterlist

cw. 18+ mdni. afab!reader, phone/video sex, established relationship, lingerie, masturbation, HAPPY SAE DAY

"Three."

ITOSHI SAE watches both in fascination and bitter pride as you choke on your own spit. Your nail slowly taps against the side of the vibrator, clicking in the microphone.

Sae clicks his tongue impatiently when you pout at him through the camera, glaring at his stupidly handsome face. "At least let me catch my breath," you glower, burrowing your head against the pillow beneath your cheek.

"Stop stalling. Three."

"Wait—"

"You don't want to disappoint me, do you?"

You seem to contemplate his words for a moment, casting him a shy, tentative glance before you shake your head. The silky lingerie hugging your body slips when you adjust yourself, and Sae can't help the way his eyes gravitate toward the extra flesh spilling over the edge of your thigh-highs.

He grunts, giving himself a squeeze through his sweats at the show. You hesitantly increase the speed of the vibe to three and sputter, pulling it away from your clit in surprise before slowly drawing it against you again.

Some people would think that Sae's favourite view is a vast green pitch crawling with talent. Others would think that it's the sea, wide and sparkling under the sun.

All those idiots are wrong.

His favourite view would always be you on your knees, fists pulled tight around whatever you can grab, face pushed down—helpless and wanting him more than anything in the world. Nothing makes his blood boil hotter.

"Wish you were—" your words tumble into nonsense, high-pitched babbles and whines until the toy slips a little, giving you a chance to speak. "Wish you were here."

"Yeah? Greedy girl, can't get enough, hm?"

"S’not as good without you," you sniffle, feet kicking up and down. They thud softly against the mattress as you writhe, forcing yourself to look at the camera.

The thing Sae hates the most about Spain is that he's confined to a video chat. His fingers twitch, instinctively wanting to reach out to grab you by the hips and give you that little extra help he knows you need.

"I know you can do it," he croons, and through the video you can see his head tilt to the side almost mockingly. "Or do you need me to fuck you that bad?"

You hiccup and shake your head again, pulling your knees closer to your body and angling yourself better for him to see. He almost smiles at the sight—that constant determination he adores so much about you.

The new angle makes you breathless, face turning into the pillow as you gasp and squeal. Sae was more careful with his ministrations than you were with this stupid piece of plastic. 

"That's it," he presses, hips jutting against the fabric of his own pants to try and find some friction. "So pretty."

You cry and cry and cry, voice breaking the longer play with yourself. "Sae," you pant, muffled by the pillow. "Sae... Wanna cum, please? Can I?"

He hums low, agonizingly indecisive. Then, finally,

"Go on."

It only takes a few seconds before you sob, feet kicking again while you cum. Sae is about to laugh when you shake so hard the propped-up phone almost topples over. It gets caught in his throat when you pull the toy away and he can see the slick glistening down its side in the light.

Sae is transfixed. His fingers slip past the elastic of his waist band before he can stop himself and he lets out the tiniest of groans when he squeezes his length proper.

Sticky cum coats his thumb when he swipes over the tip with it, but it's not enough. He needs more. He'd always need more of you—maybe even more than you needed him.

He would never admit that to you, though.

"Again."

[tazditto]

one thing i want that im sure will not happen is the return of brudder's gate. love the chaotic dynamic of the boys and their dad goofing around in bg3

[popponn]

things about sae.

it's sae's turn in my brain microwave. i want to understand you, underlashes senior. headcanons +observation+ rambling. spoilers, will be updated as time goes on.

scathing, mean af vocabs. pretty rude even as a child. but compared to rin, his cursing seems to be much tamer.

is REALLY focused on soccer. but also said in the character interview to not "only be able to/focus on soccer like him".

but in his introduction to u20 shows that he seems to value someone who goes all in to soccer. and it's kind of in line with the things he "admits" and chided. example a: shidou and isagi being individuals who are undeniably soccer obsessed (though on isagi's case as they haven't even talk, if i remember correctly, this might be more because of isagi's way of winning through "making use of luck"). example b: things he said in the u20 introduction in response to sendou.

headcanonish but this guy is giving me "burnout gifted child" vibe with all the prodigal status, expectations, and being hit in the face by the world. like what are you. are you satisfied by marina??????

there are few moments where he displays something that is pretty close to 'praise', but say it not to the related person/group himself. (i.e. his thoughts of blue lock in locker room, his comment about "dont switch out any of the u20 member".)

like is he being not nice on purpose????? honestly probably. headcanonish, but if seeing his way of giving comments to rin pre-spain, it's been like that since he was little. (i will check rin's ln again later)

in contrast to rin having "natural luck", this guy seems to more " making/seeking luck". but idk yet, with only ice cream sticks as clues. sae backstory and ln spin off when.

his eyes during the confrontation with rin in that snowy night are pretty expressive. but since visual cues leave a really wide room for interpretation + bllk tendency to subvert things, i will not comment. but honestly i really agree with the sentiment that sae was hurt by rin's words, but in the end the discouragement seems to come more from a place of "i don't want you to get hurt so just go home and don't play soccer anymore" (very very hc and more of an interpretation, as sae's pov is still non existent)

aka yeah, this guy is shit at displaying concern and any sort of care. headcanon but. do you see the vibe??? with rin???? like it's similar. what is this genetic.

simple fashion, but pretty trendy and chic(?).

this guy seems like a family guy who misses his family a lot. (please make up soon with your lil bro)

watches chibi maruko chan. has habits that genuinely reminds me of old people (drinking tea, looking at sea, thinking of family).

people at blue lock think of him as someone who seems to be good at study, but looking at the pattern of hyperfocused people in blue lock it either goes two way: a) his skill at everything else is questionable at best, abysmall at worst ; b) he is an all-rounder indeed.

but then again there is also the third type aka "good at football, still functional at everything except communication and emotional management skill".

his way of talking in jp is, to put it simply, pretty casual like guys his age. the thing that are the rudest part of it was his choice of words and the fact that he seems to talk like this to everyone. even his elder. and also the way he is very blunt in expressing his opinion.

but somehow that bluntness is gone when it came to showing vulnerable emotions. talk about emotional constipation.

if his character interview is reliable and unbiased, as it is from sae's own pov, his relationship with his parents seems okay.

genuinely wondering about his parents' canon response to his and rin's cold war.

does he even have friends. no like seriously.

his brother and him are really similar in many ways. rin is probably copying him in some ways tho—that, or rin's own issues. or sae's own issues.

please just make up with your brother. (2)

after spain his bang is gone. as in he just pushed them up. in u20 it still went down sometimes in a few panels.

he likes numbers. maybe he really is smart.

genuinely looking at him like "please get a hobby" not even as an insult but out of genuine concern. this dude has so many issues and the burnout child prodigy vibe is real strong with this one.

but not fully his fault. pretty much live alone overseas, probably with no friends his age and just a manager as his support system, went through a crisis, is a (probable) family loving guy with his family far away from him, then came home to his beloved lil bro he spoiled and dotted on and shared a dream with saying hurtful things to him on his lowest point. and not supporting his new decision and dream. from sae's pov, it's brutal.

i can defend rin on this too tho. honestly please talk to each other, itoshi bros. or acknowledge that maybe neither of you were in not in the best state of mind during that confrontation.

seems logical and he does likes numbers. but honestly, he just acts as he wants—look at how he talks to journalist, how he has 0 hesitation to leave an ongoing match.

went to spain at 13 according to rin's spin off novel. also mentioned to "hate to lose" and seems to be a strict perfectionist.

must be noted however that how rin sees him seems to be very biased. a bit of rin analysis/hc, but there seems to be "putting nii chan on a pedestal" going on there. how their childhood truly is from sae's perspective is still unknown. on rin's part tho, seems to be a very nice period.

is rich. so the snobby rich condescending guy aura is probably not that far from the truth. his sense of money seems to be a mess, as a few hundred millions is a small amount for him.

this guy seems to be picky with who he respects and he really doesn't hold back in disrespecting someone he doesn't. even higher ups and older people.

does skincare canonly.

doesn't seem to have friends so far...? (nel arc, before pxg match) but if we look at how rin is now, unsurprising.

in rin's novel, rin's physique is mentioned to be "better" than sae's actually. with how "rin wins in luck" while sae "loses" motive exist through the ice cream sticks, probably this motive will come up again when sae appears again.

[dollbrbie]

A WINNER’S PRIZE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

꒰ mma!sae m.list ꒱

just thinking about mma!sae fucking you after winning a match. he always feels like he’s on top of the world. and now, he’s on top of his pretty girlfriend, your body completely bare beneath him in his hotel room as sae attaches his lips on the side of your neck and leaving pretty, red love marks with a handful of your tit in his hand, kneading and rolling your sensitive bud.

you can’t help but whimper, your pussy throbbing in need for him, “sae, please..”

“be patient, beautiful.” he mumbles, moving back to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

but he doesn’t leave you whining for long before he has his tip lined up at your glossy entrance before tapping on your clit and sinking into you with ease due to how soaked you had gotten with sae’s blatant teasing.

“shit- you’re so wet. y’get like this for me?”

you nod shyly as sae laughs to himself, grabbing the side of your face to pull you into a kiss as he begins rocking back and forward, the curve of his cock hitting that sweet spot of yours.

sae loves you like this. vulnerable and needy. he loves being the one to cause your brows in pinch in pleasure, your eyes to roll towards the back of your head.

and your moans, he especially loves the sound of your pretty moans.

“fuck, i love the way you sound.”, he mutters to himself, placing gentle kisses on the side of you jaw as he continues fucking you, his pace rougher by the second causing your walls to clench around him.

you can’t help but babble out moans and whimpers, your mind completely blank from the rough treatment of your boyfriend paired with his sweet words talking you through it.

as sae continues to abuse your spongy g-spot, his hand firmly grabbing the plush of your hip whilst continuing to pound into your abused pussy with little mercy, you feel your stomach knot with pleasure, whines falling from you lips and your gummy walls fluttering around your boyfriend’s cock.

“y’gonna cum, beautiful?”

you nod frantically, your legs wrapping around sae’s waist and your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him into closer.

“yeah? cum for me then, wanna see it.”

with a few more thrusts, you feel your climax hit you, causing your back to arch and your toes to curl, your nails scratching down sae’s shoulders.

he grunts in your ear, sending shivers down your spine whilst continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, coaxing you with his sweet praises and whispers, “you look so pretty like this..”

you high pitched whines and moans soon send your boyfriend over the edge, his throbbing tip soon emptying out his seed inside of you, the warmth filling you up completely.

as sae let’s out a breath before resting his forehead against yours, he can’t help but claim, “you’re the best reward for a winner, sweetheart.”

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[sugarwarachan]

andy's notes: currently sick over itoshi sae i want this smug asshole in ways concerning to humanity

cws: nsfw, overstimulation, pussy slapping, sae

sae pulls away from your clit, one hand heavy on your inner thigh.

“i thought i told you to stay still.”

you once thought sae’s voice in the bedroom border-lined on indifference. as you squirm against the bindings spreading your legs open for him, you can’t believe you ever thought that. the slow appraisal of your quivering body more than indicates how much he desires you like this, awaiting the pleasure you know he’ll give you.

“i’m sorry i’m sorry,” you babble, willing your limbs to stop trembling. the sheets under you are damp, the result of four drawn-out orgasms after you told sae you didn’t think he could give you more than two.

(you’ll never forget the first time you understood the depth of sae’s arousal when you teased him, how one simple command spoken into your ear rewired you both)

“if you don’t know how to listen, then you don’t get to cum.” sae leans back on his heels and sucks his forefingers clean. he hasn’t even undressed, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, pressed slacks barely wrinkled.

you know it’s purposeful, that his bored affectation is a trap, a ploy to get you to whine and beg and thrash against the ropes. he smirks like he can read your mind.

“even tied up, you find a way to disobey.”

he unties your ankles and drapes one over his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your calf. his thumb dances around the edges of your puffy clit, and a keening whine bubbles in your throat before you can stop it.

“sae, please—”

you never know exactly what you’re begging sae to do, but sae does. whenever you’re in bed together, he deftly walks you across the tightrope of pleasure and pain.

“don’t look away,” he orders, and then slaps your pussy, hard, holding your shaking leg in place as the sting of it makes you cry out for more, for less—you can barely tell at this point as white-hot heat sparks in your lower belly and drags you toward yet another release.

and no matter how many times his directions might go ignored, sae always pulls you close afterward to press a kiss to your temple and say, “well done, my love.”

[kxsagi]

hii if it’s not too much for you how about the itoshi brothers with a s/o that’s way too hyper and is like their number 1 fan/supporter

tyy have a good day/night :)

“𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭”

a/n: hiii i love this idea sm bc i truly believe that opposites attract! have a good day and night as well beautiful

(art credits go to inc3sti on X)

“rinnie baby, you got this!!!” you shriek, leaning so far over the railing you nearly faceplant into the field. 

his teal eyes briefly flick toward you – flat, deadpan, and wholly unimpressed. but the tiny twitch in his jaw betrays him. he heard you. 

“WOOOOOOO!!! THAT’S MY MAN!!!” you scream, practically blowing out the eardrums of the poor stranger next to you. “#1 IN THE LEAGUE AND IN MY HEART!!!” 

a slow, exasperated sigh leaves rin’s lips as he adjusts his sleeve. his teammates snicker under their breath. 

“geez, she’s louder than the announcer,” one of them mutters. 

“does she come with volume control?” another asks. 

rin pointedly ignores them. but he can't ignore you. because, oh no. there you are. again. 

you’ve somehow made your way to the front row, half your body over the barrier, flailing like a wind sock in a hurricane. 

“BURN THE FIELD WITH YOUR RAGE, RIN!!!” you holler, voice cracking mid-sentence. “FLOW-STATE! YOU’RE A MACHINE! A GOAAAAL-SCORING DEMON!!!” 

his eye twitches. your unwavering, god-tier dedication is going to be the death of him. or maybe you’ll get yourself banned from the stadium first. 

rin glances over at you, meeting your eyes for a brief second, but you immediately lose it. you clutch your chest, staggering back like you’ve just been shot. 

“HE LOOKED AT ME!!!” you gasp dramatically, turning to the stranger beside you. “DID YOU SEE THAT? HE FREAKIN’ LOOKED AT ME!!!” 

the stranger blinks slowly. “... isn’t he your boyfriend?” 

“YES!!!” you shriek, gripping their shoulders. “CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!” 

when the whistle blows, rin drags his feet toward you, expression flat but eyes faintly narrowed. he barely has time to wipe the sweat off his face before you’re lunging at him, arms clamping around his torso like a koala on caffeine. 

“YOU WERE SO COOL OUT THERE, RINNIE!!!” you babble, clinging to him like your life depends on it. “THE WAY YOU DRIBBLED? AND FAKED THAT GUY OUT? AND, OH MY GOSH, THAT SHOT??” 

rin grunts as you bounce in his arms like you’re hopped up on five shots of espresso. “you’re gonna give me a headache,” he mumbles against your hair, but his arms tighten around you. 

“i thought you loved me?” you smile slyly. 

he sighs heavily, voice utterly dry. “unfortunately.” 

but the way his lips brush against your temple? yeah, you know he’s just a big liar. 

(art credits go to o_tsukime on X)

“SAE ITOSHI, I LOVE YOU!!!” you screech at the top of your lungs, voice somehow piercing through the entire stadium. 

sae, standing on the field, glances in your direction with the most unimpressed, dead-inside expression. he blinks slowly. deliberately. almost like he’s contemplating walking off the field and changing his identity. 

his teammates barely suppress their laughter. one of them leans over, grinning. 

“hey, pretty sure that one’s yours.” 

sae doesn’t dignify it with a response. but he does exhale sharply through his nose, which, for him, is practically a full-blown emotional breakdown. 

meanwhile, you? you’re absolutely feral. foaming at the mouth. a one-person hype squad in your itoshi #10 jersey. you’re gripping the railing with white knuckles, vibrating with enough energy to power a small country. 

“GO OFF, BABY!!!” you shriek, eyes wild with excitement. “BREAK THEIR SPIRITS!!! LEAVE NO SURVIVORS!!!” 

sae slowly blinks again, wondering if this is his personal punishment for all his sins in a past life. 

and then it happens. he makes a clean, beautiful pass to his teammate. no big deal. just sae being sae. but you? oh no. you act like you’ve just witnessed the second coming of jesus. 

you fling yourself at the person next to you – a random, unsuspecting soccer dad. you grab his arms and shake him violently. 

“DID YOU SEE THAT?!” you scream, voice cracking like a teenager in puberty. “ARE YOU SEEING WHAT I’M SEEING?! THAT'S MY MAN RIGHT THERE!!!” 

the soccer dad stares at you with wide, horrified eyes. 

sae glances over. his eye twitches. if he could evaporate on the spot, he would. 

after the game, he walks off the field and, big mistake, makes direct eye contact with you. you. the human embodiment of a fireworks finale. 

your eyes go wide, sparkling like anime stars. and then you sprint. full speed. like you’re trying to break the sound barrier. 

“SAEEEEEEEEE!!!” you scream. 

he doesn’t even have time to brace himself. you collide into him like a human cannonball, clinging to him with every ounce of strength in your being. 

“i’m gonna die,” he mutters as you squeeze him so hard you nearly knock the wind out of him. 

“nooo, you’re too pretty to die,” you coo, peppering his face with frantic kisses. “and too talented. oh my gosh. the way you were on the field? majestic. powerful. otherworldly. like beautiful destruction.” 

he stares down at you, face completely unreadable. “you’re so annoying.” 

you flash him the biggest, dopiest grin imaginable. “but you love me.” 

his gaze softens by a fraction. barely noticeable. but you catch it. and when he leans down and presses his forehead against yours, muttering, “i wish i didn’t,” you know he’s just being a liar.

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[bluelockmaniac]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 — 𝜗𝜚 dad! itoshi rin x mama fem!reader

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“i’m home,” rin’s faint voice echoed through the foyer of his house as he stepped inside and hung his jacket on the coat rack. he trudged down the hallway without hurry, finally arriving towards the two distinct sounds of carefree laughter in the living room. the corners of his lips subtly curled upwards as he took in the sight of you and his two-year-old son sitting on the playmat near the couches.

“now, can you tell me where the firetruck is?” you ask with a smile, watching as your toddler’s little finger confidently shoots out and points to the bright red toy on the side. “there it is! look at you, such a smart boy!” you chuckle, gently sliding your hands under his arms, lifting him effortlessly on your lap. his infectious giggles fill the room as you plant soft kisses all over his chubby face, but his laughter soon dies out as he watches a familiar figure approach the both of you.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you lift a brow, following the direction of the child’s gaze and turning your head around. you gasp in surprise as you find your husband leaning down unexpectedly, pressing a tender kiss on your lips. “woah— rinnie, you’re back from practice already?” the words slip out of your mouth more panicked than you had intended, questioning his early return. “i didn’t think you’d come this early. you scared me.”

“mm’, players were trash, i got bored,” he muttered, rising to his feet again. his attention shifted from you to the miniature version of himself nestled on your lap. a harsh glare met him, those identical teal eyes were tinged with intense resentment toward the man who stood in front of him and his mother. rin furrowed his brows, lowering himself to eye level with his son, returning his glare head-on. “and what’s wrong w’you, huh?”

you roll your eyes playfully at rin’s pettiness, but it seemed that your child had different ideas and seized the opportunity of the closed distance between him and his father, raising his arm. before rin could react, he felt a palm connect mildly across his cheek in an audible smack. his flinch synchronized with your loud gasp, expression hardening. his own flesh and blood had just slapped him across the face. “you little–” his voice trailed off as he was interrupted once again.

“...’tay away ‘fom mommy!” your son babbled in his adorable, angry tone. but upon noticing rin’s scowling expression, he fell silent and curled his fingers into the fabric of your shirt, burying his face into the security of your chest. your hand instinctively found its way to support his back, and he let out a brief sigh of relief before a pair of larger hands wrapped around his waist. 

“your mommy’s mine,” rin mocked bitterly, picking him up and settling him on his thigh. he reached out, gently pinching the boy’s plump cheeks. “she sleeps with me every night, not you.” the child squirmed in his father’s grasp, and as if sensing rin’s (feigned) serious tone, his face scrunched up and loud wails echoed through the room. his chubby legs kicked out, and tear-filled eyes pleaded for your help as he desperately stretched his arms towards you.

you let out an exasperated sigh, shaking your head at your husband. “rin, you’re so petty. fighting with your two-year-old over me? really?” you chuckled softly, “besides, you’re wrong, he sleeps beside me whenever you’re abroad for your games.” he huffs and rolls his eyes, struggling to keep his wriggling son within his grasp. 

“he’s been ‘givin me that lukewarm long face every time i see him.” rin grumbled.

you moved closer, carefully prying the boy from rin’s grasp and reassuringly cradling him against your chest. his sobs gradually softened into sniffles as you whispered soothing words into his ears. turning around, he met his father’s frown again. this time, his eyes were shaded with a mischievous glint, grinning insolently as he stuck out his tongue and blew raspberries at rin.

rin sighed. he had given up. he reaches his arm and affectionately pokes his child on his forehead. “i love you, you little rascal,” he mutters awkwardly. to his surprise, the boy giggled and extended his arms towards him, to which he unhesitantly took him into his embrace, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

your heart fills with warmth at the innocent interaction between your husband and son. you watched fondly as your little boy babbled incoherently, tiny hands playing with rin’s strands of hair as rin held him securely by his waist. rin caught your gaze and subtly smiled, resting his other hand on your cheek before leaning down to press a kiss on your temple. however, his little bundle of… joy… raised his hand, and much to his shock, landed a perfect yet angry smack on his unsuspecting cheek.

“i take it back, take this little shit away from me!”

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[iqxatlantic]

Bro bro hear me out imagine SAE yeahh stay with me with fem reader who gets a back tattoo or just lower back tattoo STAY WITH ME STAY WITH ME! and sae gives her the most toe curling back arching jaw dropping back shots 😇

HELP ME?? i see it anon hehe..!

"i thought i was a fool for no one"

ft. itoshi sae . ooc! sae? . more affectionate! sae ig . sae lwk downbad . fem! reader . reader is super hott (which is what u r duhh) . smut . piv sex . doggy style . unreliable narrator

wc: 0.7k

imagine how absolutely aroused sae got when he saw his gorgeous partner with a lower back tattoo... he couldn't keep his hands to himself could he?

the itoshi's attention went immediately to the door clicking, indicating you've came home. the clock ticked 10 p.m. you were wearing one of his collar shirts that was a lil' too big for you... and jean shorts that hugged your curves.

the once dull slim teal eyes had suddenly widened a little, a hint of brightness could be seen. "welcome home, cariño." he greeted. you smiled at him as you took off your shoes.

"hi, sae!" you giggled, walking to your shared bedroom. sae trailed behind you like a lost dog (err... not very much like you sae. >_>) "soo," you began, setting your bag onto the dresser. "i got a tattoo..!" you beamed.

sae was at loss of words. "tattoo? what typ-" my guy wasn't even able to finish, you were stripping yourself already into your undergarments. he was shocked. oooh, fuck that back tattoo is gonna get him... yea hes hard. :3

"s-sae, baby- s-slow down..!" you babbled into the pillow. your warm, tight hole was clenching onto his girthy cock. his pre and your arousal set as lube, which is why he slipped it in so easily LOL.

drool was pooling on the satin sheets. you were wrinkling it with how hard you were gripping the sheets. were you ruining the expensive sheets? yeah, potentially. but, the sex was so good sae nor you bothered to mind.

"y-youre buried in the pillow, yet youre so..oh! loud!" he grunted out. beads of sweat forming on his forehead. there were tears threatening to wet those long ass underlashes of his... DOES PUSSY REALLY FEEL THIS GOOD?!

sae felt like a virgin again. he gripped your hips so hard you swore there would be bruises the next day :( he rutted his hips into the soft flesh of your ass, a plapping sound could be heard.

he slowed down his pace a little as he began tracing his fingers along your tattoo. his calloused fingers really did something to your sensitive skin... there was a burning feeling not only on your lower back but in your core as well.

sae is a dirty dirty man. never let his blunt and cold demeanor get to you. he has such a soft fucking spot for you! especially when he's fucking you doggystyle! he can see your ass (which he adores so dearly, he is an ass guy anyways LOL like literally an ass but he also loves ass) being bruised as his hips smash into them or when he spanks you for not abiding to what he says! :3

but now with you having a trampstamp he couldn't help but go vicious. "[name], i hate you so much.." sae moaned out. before you could absolutely roast his ahh, he stop your train of thought. "i really thought i was a fool for no one.. but mmmh.. i'm a fool for you.." he continued.

COULD THIS MAN GET ANYMORE ATTRACTIVE.?! "oh fuck you sa-" as you were about to finish your sentence, the prodigy made you finish coming close to your orgasm LMFAO. you let out a high-pitched, louder squeal. he quite literally did fuck you. :3

you repeated the man's name almost religiously as you reached your climax. fucking you felt like diamorphine shot straight into his veins. he felt his high coming, shit. he might cum as well with how sweet your pants and moans are sounding.

like diamorphine, sae felt all his temporary pain, relieved. he knew he was going to finish. he pulled out and finished on your back n tattoo <3 coating your skin with his sticky warm, creamy semen!

it was a little translucent of a white. he spread his semen with his fingers, tracing it along your tattoo. you flinched at his touch. sae then traced his fingers against your sensitive, soaked cunt. collecting both his and your cum.

his fingers drew along your jawline before he popped his digits into your mouth, having you suck on it. "taste how well our orgasms mix together?" sae muttered.

you were a sobbing, whimpering mess. the itoshi was just in absolute awe.. he shifted himself to kiss his favourite part of you — your ass which was now hella bruised...(and cheeks ig i didnt wna include CHEEKS cus it makes me a giggle..)

sae itoshi sighed contently. you were still recovering. "eres preciosa, cariño." he praised. "i love your tattoo." actions spoke louder than words, your sounds were definitely louder than his actions LOL.

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags! : @twijaxx ♡

a/n: woahh 3 posts in a week?!?! ugh not proofread at all cus this was j me writing bc i had a rush of motivation im too lazy to yk anyways once again sorry for the bum plot and english ehh i tried im living off of a few hours of sleep n monster rn pls </3 tattoos r so hot?! and i know all of ygs reading could pull it off hehe... i love sae hehehe i saw him and was like "oh zooweemama.." nd then rin was on screen and i lowkey creamed my pants.. >< either way i heart both itoshis also did u catch the few lyric references? ehehe

[osamucide]

NFSW—MINORS, AGELESS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

Sae doesn't want a significant other. he wants a pet.

Sae wants you on your knees with a pretty leather o-ring collar around your throat while his smacks the leaky head of his cock on your tongue. he wants his full government name on a shiny heart-shaped tag dangling next to where he clips your leash on. he wants to ruffle your hair and coo and aww at you condescendingly when you do something a little stupid. he wants you to eat up his commands, obey his word like it's gospel—like he's your owner, your master, your salvation.

Sae doesn't just want you to look and act like his brainless dog, though—more than that, he wants you to embody it. he wants to train you into the obedient little pet you were meant to be for him, which is why he wastes no time buying a clicker and getting to work conditioning you into getting wet at the mere sound of him pressing the button. he sits on the couch with his legs spread—and the second you hear it, you're scurrying over to him to curl up at his feet because you'd never crawl up on his lap without his permission.

Sae wants to watch you grind on his shoe while you nuzzle and sniff his erection through his pants. he mumbles go ahead, baby while you look to him for permission to roll his waistband down and desperately paw and lick at his cock. he wants you to whine and beg for him while he sits back with a lazy smirk on his face and watches you get him wet; he'll cup your cheek with his hand while you lap at him with tears pooling in your glossy puppydog eyes and tell you you're so good for him. only when you're scratching at his thighs—nipping at him while he tells you to watch those teeth—and babbling please, please, please will he tug you up by your leash to sit you across his hips.

Sae wants to watch you grow even more needy while he makes you rub your slick up and down his cock—he's so mean, he'll never just fuck you how you want. you have to work for it like a good dog; you have to hump at him like an animal while he denies you before he even considers flipping you over and fucking you. but when he does, he's gonna fuck you even stupider than you already are—you're stuck in a sweet downward spiral of being molded into his little toy, so good and pliant for him, and you love every second of it.

Sae wants to rough-fuck you until you're a dumb, drooling mess. he trains you to cum on command—only on his cock—with the clicker, and plugs you up with a fluffly little tail plug when he's done, regardless of what hole he's used. he wants to see the adorable, pathetic mix of dread and lust on your face when he thumbs the clicker in public or around his friends. he wants you to give in to your most primal instincts and senses with him—wants you to trust him so fully that you let him lead you through life with a domineering hand on the back of your neck.

Sae doesn't want a significant other. he wants a pet—but that's okay, because he pavlovs you so mind-numbingly sweetly into being his braindead, cock-hungry dog; he treats you like his baby, his sweetheart, his world. so, remember your place, okay?

tagging @saetiate with luv :x