#blue lock sae

[angelliliess]

Throwback to when I had to write a story for an english assignment and I made an angst about ryusae but I changed the pronouns so it was straight and had to to post it on my fb profile

[and-mims-clay]

tiny itoshi sae!!

[forbiedenfruit]

sae itoshi is a man of honesty and truth so when he compliments you, you know he means it. (18+)

and when he fucks you, he’s practically drilling those praises into your brain, much like how he’s engraving the shape of his cock to your pussy.

“God, you look so good, i couldn’t stop myself.”

he’s got you bent over the bathroom sink, your make up and skincare a mess on the countertop. he was supposed to be at training 15 minutes ago, but with the way he thrusts into you as he stares at your ass rippling at every contact, you’d think he had all the time in the world.

“s–sae… fuck, yes—!”

through the mirror, you see him throw his head back as his velvety hair flips in the air. he swallows before looking back at you, then bending over close to pepper kisses on your shoulder.

sae hates terms of endearments—he thinks your name is perfect already, so when he cums, he grunts your name, pronouncing every syllable loud and clear, his tone sweet snd gentle as it comes out of his lips and into your ears.

he stays inside you for a good minute, looking into your eyes through the mirror before giving you a final kiss on the nape of your neck.

“i look… the same as i always do,” you say, panting as you catch your breath before standing up properly as he holds you from behind, his hand cupping your lower belly, right where your womb lies.

“exactly.”

[moewoe27]

I’m lowkey backlogged with some illustrations, but omg I have an idea for sae and rin…

[m4zzyz]

Tbh I can't believe Sae being the strongest midfielder had to be outright stated I always assumed it was obvious

[snowiko]

holidays with sae nearly exclusively involve the beach. he enjoys the seaside. he goes for morning runs, you know, and returns with a tea from the shop he knows you enjoy.

you open your eyes, blinking in the golden daylight of spain’s unforgiving sun. the door opens and sae walks in, dark pants low on his waist, fingers holding the paper cup.

“too early.”

you don’t acknowledge it. even as you smell the floral notes and recognize the luxury logo. turn and bury your face against the pillow, keeping one eye slitted open to watch as he studies you.

framed against the villa wall-sized window, he looks nearly angelic, you think. flushed from his run, as rosy as his hair, eyes as green as the rolling seas he loved so much.

“it’s late, actually,” sae says, tugging at your duvet.

“what time is it?”

“long past time to get up.”

he’s funny, in a way that’s monotonous. you refuse to smile. hiding it against the pillow, but he sees anyway, and traces the shoulder he’s bared, the shape of your collarbone, the line of your jaw, the purse of your stifled smile.

“that tickles.”

“does it?”

he refuses to acknowledge your lies just as you do. perhaps you’re more alike than you thought. especially when he fits his smile to yours, and you can taste your tea already on his lips.

[rielovesphel]

after a year in spain, sae had already adjusted to the environment around him. his situation of being in a whole new country was getting less and less difficult with each passing week. however, the difference of japan's and spain's timezones did quite trouble him. the time you would wake up for school was the time he would be getting ready for bed. by the time your school ends, he would already be training. it was hard to communicate, but waking up to your messages did make him feel happy. the second to third year in spain, he had already gotten used to the schedule the program had given him. he had already gotten used to spain. sae would witness japan's language evolution through your texts. it hurt to see small changes of the country when he was so far away; he was sad he couldn't witness it himself.

but he is in spain now, and there was no way to learn how locals in japan spoke when he wasn't even there; he had also witnessed the small shift in how people speak within the country. he found it beautiful, how people adapt languages and how they grow over the years.

sae had gotten so used to speaking spanish, he would sometimes most of the time forget some words in japanese when talking to you on the phone.

when the plane back to japan landed, he felt even more excited. he would finally see you again. the walk out to the arrival gate was nerve-wracking for him. what if you lost your way to the airport? what if something came up and you couldn't come to see him?

his thoughts were interrupted by you calling out his name. he looked around for you and saw you holding a small bouquet of flowers. sae walked faster to hug you, kiss you. when you broke the hug to give him the flowers, you were examining him and how much he had changed. "you've gotten taller, sae." you commented, holding a hand up to his height. "i didn't notice it when you would send photos, since i only ever see your face." your laughs stopped when he looked confused. "hm? sae? what's wrong?" he hadn't thought about how odd it was to hear his native language after not hearing it for years. he could make out some words, enough to have an idea of what of you said. "yes. i got tall." you give him a tight hug. "yes, tall. you have gotten very very tall. you're basically towering over me. i haven't seen you in forever, you have to come see me here more often. i missed you a lot. you must have been training so hard, sae." all he could do was bury his face in your neck and not let go. he could barely understand what you were saying, but by the way you hugged him, he assumed everything about it was sweet. and like a parrot, he muttered out the words he had been wanting to say face to face the moment he landed, the words "i miss you" over and over until you would eventually let go.

just me talking: i was going to strong with so much words to type, then at the end it's like womp womp. i’ve never had a moment like this (airport things), and i can’t properly put it into words☹️ im sad that i think in english

steal or ai = you gonna catch these hands (doi, not saying my work is good enough for that, but please dont)

[igetwetatthethoughtofsae]

catboy sae is so nnghh ugh.