#blue lock sae

[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.

[sqwwish]

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙎𝙖𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩: 𝙛!𝙮/𝙣, 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩/𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩, 𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙎𝙖𝙚

𝙬/𝙘: 1𝙠

𝙖/𝙣: 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙩 2 𝙤𝙛 ‘𝘼 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙄𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙨’ 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪

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It was an overcast morning. It was neither hot nor cold, just gray. The only thing remarkable is the funk of the morning dew. Sae turns off the lamp at his desk, staring at a journal. 

“That’s it, huh?” he utters beneath his breath. There was nothing on the next page, no more traveler's journals filled to the brim with words with founding father-esque handwriting, no more paper soaked in expensive fountain pen ink, no more grammatical errors and smears. The next page was a bright, stark white. 

Closing the journal, he enters the living room to see his kids' eyes glued to the TV, watching Pretty Cure patting both of them on the heads

 “Do you guys wanna go to the park today?” 

The kids were wide-eyed and starry-eyed, Stelle jumping up and down while Caelus was nodding 

The playground was mostly empty, but at least the sun came out, and Sae took refuge on a nearby bench to watch Stelle and Caelus play a made-up variant of soccer, dominated by kid logic, where the rules sometimes matter when it benefits them.

“I wonder between the two of them who’d be the bigger ego-“

“Oh my god! Again with metaphors about you and Rin for the billionth time” 

Sae looks to see who took a seat beside him

“What do you want?” Vexed by the interruption 

Stealing Sae’s Coke, he can feel her eyes focused on his, but he can’t see what she looks like; he can sense her presence like a field of daisies 

“More like what do you want with me?” 

“Nothing,” Sae scrunches his eyebrows in refutation 

“If I’m still here, there must be something you want from me” 

She takes a big swig of his Coke. “Let me guess, you read the last page of my journal, and now you feel conflicted that there was no grand goodbye?”

“Shut up”

“I’m right, you know it”

“Go away,” he scowls 

“So why haven’t I?” 

The calmness in her tone makes Sae’s stomach sink as he feels the thread in his mouth being tugged on, tightening whenever he tries to open his mouth. 

“Ah, that's right, I'm just a figment of your imagination, so just stop thinking about me, and I’ll go away,” She remarks as cool as a cucumber to Sae's disdain from her lack of condescension.

“You know I can’t” 

“Why?”

Sae calms down, grumbles, “Ugh, even in my imagination, you still prod and pry into my emotions until I give you the truth” 

“It’s because you know without this trait I wouldn’t really be her anymore”

Sae finally opens his can of Coke right next to him and takes a drink 

“I’m pathetic, I’ve gotten so delusional I’m talking to a self-made illusion of you, I should probably move on.” Sae knows his words might come off as self-pitying, but he lost a care in the world when his constant restless nights began.

“Yeah, you could move on. There’s no real medal at the end. If you keep yearning, I can tell you’re already trying to move on from me anyway; that’s why you refuse to call me by name or even look at me”

She glides her hand closer to his. Sae can feel the warmth of her smile, but he can’t manage to look up 

“But you still always manage to think during meal times, wondering if I’m eating well. You don’t think I’m in the healthiest shape physically or mentally, but you wonder if we can see the same stars at night. You wish I were dead so that you can have the luxury of closure”

Sae relents, “What do you want me to do!?”

Sticking her tongue out,  “I don’t know what the real her wants”

“You’re not helpful”

“You didn’t create me to be helpful. I’m just an extension of your mind. I only know what you know,” she pouts. She takes a deep breath 

“I’ll give you this food for thought since you need it coming out of my fictional mouth instead of your own. Your life is a mess right now, ignoring hangouts with friends, working as hard as you can so you can ignore your mind, only going outside when you have to”

Rolling his eyes, “Thank you”

“Let me finish!”

“You can think about the messiness all you want; the only thing it’s doing is sinking you further. I’m not telling you to forget me or ignore your pain because there’s no panacea waiting for you. So, at least take a step forward, talk to someone about your issues, rather than bottling them up. Go out there, focus on what’s in front of you, rather than getting carried away by the hypothetical of it all. What’s done is done; there’s no going back now. She made her decision, and you got caught up in her consequences”

Fidgeting with his feet, “I should hate you, leaving me alone to father two kids, no updates on your whereabouts, I feel guilty at night thinking you should’ve been selfish for once, knowing deep that it would mean thousands of people could die”

The woman stayed silent before speaking up, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for my actions to go this way”

“I know you didn’t,” he could only make a poignant smile

“Thank you”

As she finished her final words, Sae blinked, and the space on the bench was empty; he could've sworn she smiled back at him.

He gets up from his seat and walks over to Caelus and Stelle, who are playing something in the sandbox 

“What are you doing?”

“Making sand castles,” Stelle remarks, putting sand in a pail 

“Can I join?”

“Of course,” the little redheaded girl says with a grin 

They played in the sandbox for a while 

“Dad! Your castle looks boring”

“No, it doesn’t, Caelus, does my castle look boring”

Caelus nods 

“Dad juth put thand in a pale and put a twig on top”

“I’m a beginner, guys, don’t be mean to me”

“I thought you lived by a beach growing up, though I thought you’d be a mathter at thith,” the little boy remarks curiously 

“Dad only played soccer as a kid”

“Figurthth” shrugging off his father 

Sae didn’t know whether to be offended or not

“Do you both talk to your friends at school like this?”

“No,” said in unison 

“Can you teach me how to make a good sand castle then?”

The kids nodded 

 Sae kept playing along with his kids, but he doesn’t know why. However, after that earlier conversation with an old face made him happy, he kept it at the back of his mind. But when he got home, he noticed two books on the shelf that had always been there before she left. He just never had a desire to grab them. Pulling it out, but it was a big chunky empty photo album and a thick red book that reads in big bold letters:

‘SAE PLEASE DO THIS IF I’M NOT ABLE TO’

Sae skims the book’s pages to see what exactly this book contains. Turns out it’s a how-to book consisting of sewing templates for dolls and clothing, and recipes for children’s cold remedies like chicken noodle soup and chaga tea. The handwriting was legible, but clearly frantic: the beginning was neat, but the conclusion was something only Beethoven could understand; it was the last thing she had written before she was stationed again. 

He chuckles to himself, “When you made that decision, I always imagined you talking with a smile filled with hubris behind your words like you normally do, but I guess I forgot you could get stressed out of your mind too”

He begins genuinely to read the first page, ‘This book is completely Sae proof so even a guy who doesn’t know anything but soccer can understand these tutorials’

He chuckled a little bit. It was only the first page, but it already felt like she was here next to him, making their usual back-and-forth jabs at each other like they always do.

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