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SAE X PREGNANT READER HEADCANONS ( plain fluff )
won’t say it, but he’s obsessed with how you look
you’ll catch him staring when you’re not paying attention. like dead quiet, propped on his elbow in bed, just watching the curve of your stomach move while you scroll on your phone in a tiny tank top and his boxers.
“you’re weird,” you mumble when you notice.
he shrugs. “you’re round. it’s hot.”
he doesn’t even pretend it’s about the baby at first. he’s just very into the idea that you’re his. his hoodie, his ring, his kid. it does something to him.
secretly tracks your cravings
he doesn’t say anything. just starts coming home with things you mentioned once, offhandedly. mango sorbet. strawberry milk. sour gummies.
“how’d you know i wanted this?”
“you said it in your sleep.”
you absolutely didn’t. he just listens to you more than you think.
won’t let you carry anything
you once tried to carry a grocery bag and he snatched it out of your hand like you’d just picked up a live grenade.
“you think i’m made of glass,” you pouted.
“no. i think you’re reckless and stupid when you’re hungry.”
but he still loads the bags, unpacks everything, organizes the fridge—grumbling the whole time while you sit on a stool and eat ice chips.
has zero patience for your whining—except he gives you everything anyway
“sae, my back hurts.”
“so does mine. i still got up and trained for two hours.”
pause.
then he rolls his eyes and starts rubbing your lower back like you didn’t just complain five times in one hour.
constantly checks the app like it’s a match schedule
secretly downloaded that pregnancy tracking app you showed him, even though he acted like he didn’t care.
“you’re the size of a papaya today,” he says at breakfast, deadpan.
you blink. “me?”
“no, idiot. the baby.”
he gets clingy when you sleep without him.
he’ll pretend he doesn’t care, but if you fall asleep curled up on the couch without him, he’ll just… hover. arms crossed. looking offended.
eventually just scoops you up without asking, muttering, “you’re gonna hurt your back like that,” as he carries you to bed.
lays behind you and puts a hand over your stomach like a seatbelt.
won’t say he missed you—but kisses the back of your neck until you stir a little.
already calls you mama just to see your ears turn red.
not in a sweet way. in a low, teasing, mouth-against-your-neck kind of way.
“what’s wrong, mama?” when you’re flustered and can’t find your lipgloss.
“mama looks real cute like this,” when your shirt rides up.
“c’mon, say it. say you want me, mama.”
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P⚠︎RN LINK'S ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ Blue Lock ˚꩜。
This post contains explicit sexual content intended for adult audiences only (+18). It includes graphic smut, vulgar language, and intense dynamics such as brat taming, punishment, overstimulation, and oral (m receiving). Specific scenes explore facefucking, rough missionary sex, orgasm denial, cowgirl position with loss of control, nipple play, jealousy, and possessiveness. There are also mentions of restraints, spit, tears, and light degradation. Please read each blurb responsibly and be aware of your personal limits.
──Bllk Pt.2٠࣪⭑
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Rin Itoshi: He’s above you in missionary, fists clenched into the mattress on either side of your head, holding himself back from completely losing control. Your legs are wide open for him, and he’s slamming into you with a force that makes the bed frame cry. It’s the third round, and there’s no sign of him slowing down. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he growls, breath ragged. “You think I’m done with you? Not even close.”
Nagi Seishiro: You kept begging for attention while he was gaming, whining, pushing your hips back against him like a desperate little thing. So now he’s giving you just enough to drive you insane. Bent over in doggy, he grinds against your ass—slow, lazy, deliberate. No real thrusts. Just a tease. A punishment before the reward you’re dying for.
Isagi Yoichi: After he ignored you for training, you decided it was time he learned a lesson. You’ve been teasing him for hours, using only your hands and feet, watching him fall apart with every slow stroke. “Oh, is this what you wanted, Yoichi?" He’s begging to be inside you, but your pussy stays just out of reach. He won’t get a single inch until you decide he’s earned it.
Bachira Meguru: He just can’t keep his hands to himself. You’re face down, taking him so well, and yet it’s not enough for him. His palms are all over your ass—grabbing, squeezing, spreading—until he finally locks his grip on your hips and starts fucking into you deeper, harder, faster. Laughing breathlessly while you moan his name like a prayer.
Sae Itoshi: You’re on top, but don’t get it twisted—you’re not riding him. Not even close. He said he’d let you be in charge this time, but that was a fucking lie. He’s thrusting up into you, hard and fast, hands gripping your hips like he owns them, setting a pace you can barely handle. “Thought you were gonna ride me, huh?” he murmurs, eyes dark. “Then stop falling forward and take it.” All you can do is hold on while he fucks you from below like a man possessed—and he has no intention of stopping.
Reo Mikage: He saw you talking to someone else—just a friend, you said. But that excuse didn’t matter. Not when he was already pissed. Now you’re on your back, throat fucked raw while he watches your lips stretch around him, eyes wet and cheeks flushed. “Oh? Not so chatty now, huh?” he hisses, hips snapping harder. And just when you think he might slow down, his fingers find your chest—pinching your sensitive nipples mercilessly, all while your mouth stays stuffed full. It’s punishment. And he’s not done.



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father & daughter texts. ☆ itoshi sae ── ★ ˙🍒 ̟ !!


✦ synopsis: a father-daughter relationship told through screenshots & sarcasm (if itoshi sae was your dad).
✦ contains: smau, teen daughter!reader, gen z humour?, crack.
✦ notes: this is genuinely how i talk to my dad lmao
read more: masterlist — itoshi sae.

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𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 ༄ ⋆ ˚
michael kaiser, yoichi isagi, sae itoshi, rin itoshi x gn! reader (separate)
𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋: 0.9k words, crack, established relationships
— note! this is a part one... part two will be with shidou, ness, nagi and reo heh... also making one for the saja boys
masterlist.
— MICHAEL KAISER
It was supposed to just be a quick film of a silly trend.
You expected to be alone for the entire afternoon, since Kaiser was out for practice. It was perfect, in your head. The camera stand, the outfit, the lighting.
It would've been perfect if your boyfriend didn't come home two hours earlier than you thought.
"The fuck? The hell are you, a founding father?"
You freeze, leg half-through the window. You believe you look like a caught kid with their hand stuck in a candy jar.
The audio is still going in your phone, playing the violin outro after the iconic "this meeting's at dawn". You just know he's gonna call you a nerd, or something close along those lines. God, this was embarrassing. Kaiser was smirking, too, looking at you in your long coat and ruffled blouse. Oh hell, you were not gonna hear the end of this.
"So… you gonna tell me why you casually have a whole historical costume?"
Awkwardly shimmying down from your spot and getting onto solid ground, you reach over to your phone. "It's just for a trend," you attempt to play it off. By the way he looks a second away from breaking into laughter, you could tell it's not working.
"Yeah, sure," he replies, setting down his duffel bag. "But if you're playing a guy from a historical musical, you should've chosen a clown."
“Michael!”
— ISAGI YOICHI
“Hey, have you seen my–oh what…”
Your hand pauses from applying eyeliner on your face—not on your eyes, but around your mouth, like a mustache—and meeting Isagi's gaze on the mirror.
He watches you with a confused expression, hand still on the doorknob. “Am I… interrupting something?” he's confused. Why wouldn't he be confused? You're wearing something straight out of a stage play: trousers, a coat, a polo, and ridiculously long socks. All while drawing on facial hair.
You turn around to face him, the long, brown coat shuffling under you. “No…?” you reply, thought even you were unsure of your answer. The click of the cap closing filled the pin-drop silence that came afterwards. Clearing your throat, you try to act like this entire thing is an everyday sight. “Did you need something, Yoichi?”
Isagi blinks, before rubbing his nape sheepishly. “I was gonna ask if you've seen my watch, but nevermind. It looks like you're busy.”
“Oh,” you look away from him to recall, fiddling with the coat's sleeve. “I think it's on the bathroom counter. You left it there last night.”
“Thanks,” he mutters, still a little baffled by what he walked in on. He knew he was dating someone unpredictable—but he didn't expect fucking Hamilton to direct him to his watch.
— SAE ITOSHI
"I have an early meeting out of to–"
"What the fuck?"
Five seconds. Barely five seconds into the video, you broke out of character. As if that wasn't enough aura to be lost, you slipped, too, nearly landing on your ass from having one foot get caught in the curtains. To make matters worse, Sae was watching the entire thing go down.
He cocked an eyebrow, wondering what the hell you were trying to do. "Why are you going out the window?"
"Uhm, to exit… like in the trend," you try to explain, in which he deadpans at you.
"The door is right there."
Your face falters a little, wondering how you should explain this to him. "Yeah, but it's funnier—" you drag your foot out of the mess of cloth. "—going out the window, you know?" the audio goes on, and you rush over to the tripod where your phone was on to delete that take.
Sae gives you an expression. "I don't get it," he states, scanning the room, before his teal eyes land on you once again. "… You're wearing a costume," he remarked, looking puzzled.
You sigh. Really sigh. "It's for that Hamilton trend—you probably don't have any idea what that is," right. He's stupid when it comes to internet things.
His stare turned blank. "I don't even want to ask."
— RIN ITOSHI
You didn't know he was gonna wake up this late in the night. The moment you heard footfalls softly coming down the stares, you knew you were cooked. It was inevitable: Rin seeing you up on a table, in an Alexander Hamilton cosplay, reaching for the small, high window.
"… Hi Rin," you curtly say, smiling awkwardly. "I was… just about to film."
You see his eye twitch. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Filming a TikTok?"
He ran a hand down his face, physically groaning. "At two in the morning…." he grumbled, less of a question, more of an observation. You smile wider—he sighs. "You're a moron. What trend are you doing now?"
The window finally opened, after pushing it open, surprising you a little. "The one with the Hamilton audio," you answer, looking back and forth between him and the opening.
You swear you see comical tick marks around his head with the face he was giving you. "How lukewarm," he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. For a second, he hesitates, debating if it was worth coming further in the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. Then, he sees you peer outside through the gap, and he makes up his mind.
He turns right back around and strides off, completely forgetting what he woke up for.
© fumiscripts ✦
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i’ll just say sae itoshi x THAT bad bunny commercial. i know you know what i mean <3
you don’t know exactly how long you’ve been locked in your room, you just know that your phone has gotten so hot from overuse that now you have to rest it on a pillow. you thought paradise would be a place of eternal beauty, not a 46-second clip. but you’re okay with that too
you giggle to yourself, eyes fixed on the screen and legs swinging, as you hit the replay button for the umpteenth time in the past hour. the same melody you've heard on loop fills the room, while you watch the screen, biting your lip
"again? seriously?"
you turn toward your bedroom door, where SAE ITOSHI is staring at you with a bored — maybe slightly confused — look. you pause the screen, your eyes returning to the same subject in the video, now just a few feet away from you
"don’t blame me. that video is criminally good"
he sighs, walking over to the bed and lying down next to you, gently nudging you aside him as he wraps an arm around your waist. he looks at your phone screen with an exasperated expression, pressing the on button just to see your reaction up close. the same clip plays again on the screen, and you sigh, resting your head in the palm of your hand as you watch that masterpiece that is your boyfriend in calvin klein boxers
the same scene plays on loop on the screen, something you’d compare to eternal glory: a pair of boxers from the latest calvin klein collection hugging the curves of your boyfriend’s hips, drawing attention to his pronounced v line. the catchy melody and clever lighting, combined with the disarming beauty of real’s midfielder, highlight his physique, ending with a soft 'snap!' as the waistband snaps back against his pale skin
"you’re pathetic"
you shift your gaze slightly from the screen — just enough to catch the faint smirk on your man's face. you’re about to respond, but your words are silenced by a soft kiss on your lips — just enough to make you look at him and decide you'd rather not say anything. he tightens his grip on your waist, gently massaging your skin as he rests his head against you
"it’s just a commercial"
"it’s not just a commercial, it’s the reason i believe i’ve been blessed by someone. otherwise, there’s no way to explain all this man just for me"
"you talk like im not right here. you don’t need a screen when you’ve got the real thing"
you feel a light massage on your side, gentle circles traced by his calloused fingers. his lips leave a wet kiss on your shoulder
"and yet it seems the ‘real thing’ doesn’t want to see me obsessed with him"
"trust me, seeing your comments under those edits was enough. you're pretty obsessed with me cariño, mh?"
"did you seriously look up edits of yourself?"
"only to watch my girlfriend fight other girls. that's hot"
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thinking of... Itoshi Sae cutting his bangs
cw! not proofread, a bit angst-y dw :), possibly ooc!
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The kitchen scissors are back.
The ones that aren't even for hair. The same rusty old pair that came with the Real Madrid welcome basket, probably for opening jam jars or something.
Itoshi Sae sits cross-legged in his Madrid apartment bathroom, freshly showered, towel hung limply around his neck, wet bangs dripping into his eyes.
He stares at himself in the mirror.
"...Too long," he mutters. "Can't see."
And with all the grace of a sleep-deprived raccoon in a thunderstorm, he takes the scissors and snip.
One lopsided chunk falls, Then another.
Then he leans closer, eyes squinting, not to examine the damage—but to match the right side with the left... Which of course makes it worse.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
Ten minutes later, the floor looks like a hamster exploded. And Itoshi Sae has once again won the national title for "What the hell happened to your bangs?"
He steps back.
His reflection stares blankly at him. His bangs are choppy, borderline tragic. Uneven, stubby, half an inch above his eyebrows in some places, practically kissing his lashes in others. It looks like someone got into a fight with a blender and lost.
"...Perfect." He nods once, satisfied.
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It started when he was twelve. Maybe thirteen.
Somewhere in that ugly transition period of “I don’t need Mom to cut my hair anymore” but “I also don’t trust barbers who make me look like a soccer ball.”
So Sae picked up the scissors himself one morning after a rainstorm, right before heading to a junior league match, and just—snipped, And that was that.
Back then, it wasn’t that deep.
He just didn’t want to hear Rin tell him he looked like he's wearing a helmet again.
But when he left for Spain, and the world started calling him “prodigy”, when people cared more about his salary than his smile, something shifted.
He’d stand in front of the mirror in his little Madrid dorm, the scissors in hand, and cut.
It was the one thing he could control.
A silent rebellion against the polished, pristine image everyone wanted from him.
So he kept doing it. Even now, when he's eighteen years old. Even with stylists and cameras and press conferences.
He always cuts his own bangs, No matter how bad they turn out.
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“Oi,” “Hmm?”
One of his teammate nudges him in the locker room, a little frown on his face.
“You cut your bangs again?”
Sae blinks. “Yeah.”
“They’re... short.” Sae shrugs. “Couldn’t see.”
His teammate gives him a look. One of those half-concerned, half-judgy ones. “You know we have stylists, right?”
“I don’t trust them,” Sae says flatly.
Sae's teammate then mutters something in Spanish. Probably this man is insane.
Another player walks by and gives Sae’s hair a glance like it personally offended him.
“You should at least use gel or something,” they say.
Sae picks up a hairspray can from his locker and sprays it upward, freezing his bangs away from his forehead like a corporate sellout. “I do.”
The room fills with silence. They all think it looks stupid.
Sae knows.
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But he keeps them. The bangs.
No matter how many people say it’s childish, unprofessional, unfashionable for a player with his name.
He keeps them. Because when he was little, when Rin still looked up to him and his parents still smiled together, he always had bangs like this.
They were always a little messy. Always a little uneven, His mom would shake her head fondly and fix them with her fingers. Rin would laugh and say he looked like a dumb anime character, or that one specific character from mob psycho 100.. shigeo kageyama was his name?
Back when the world was soft. When he wasn’t being dissected on Spanish sports radio every Sunday.
When soccer was just soccer. Not a job. Not a brand.
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Sae stands in his apartment bathroom again, Scissors in hand. Same routine.
The world’s watching him.
People online commenting about his every movement, Rumors, Slander, Praise, Expectations.
But none of that exists in this moment. In this room, he’s just a kid again.
Snip.
He breathes out slowly.
One side’s too short.
Snip.
Now the other is uneven again.
He doesn’t fix it. He never tries to.
Because that’s not the point.
He stares at himself in the mirror, Eyes tired.
Skin pale under the fluorescent lights.
There’s no smile, There hasn’t been for years, Not really.
But when he blinks slowly, something flickers in his gaze. Something small.
A ghost, Of the boy who played barefoot in the summer with his lil brother. Who made goals from sticks in the park. Who showed of his soccer skills to Rin. The boy who didn’t have to carry the world.
Sae exhales. His voice is soft. “…Still looks like him.”
He smiles. Just barely. Just for a second.
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That night, he dreams of his childhood room. On that bunk bed, Rin's you scattered around the room, some broken, some fixed.
Rin's laughter echoing down the hallway.
Their mom calling for dinner.
Their dad sitting on the couch with the news playing too loud.
Sae’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, He’s got scissors in his hand, He’s messing up his bangs again.
And this time, Rin’s beside him, snickering.
“You look so dumb,” Rin laughs.
“You too,” Sae mumbles, but there’s no venom in his voice, Just warmth.
He keeps cutting. Choppy. Uneven. Ugly, And perfect.
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He wakes up with a tightness in his chest, His hands are clenched, He hasn’t spoken to Rin in months.
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The next day, he walks into training with a new cut.
Even choppier than the last.
His teammates stares at him.
“…Bro.”
Sae shrugs, then sprays his bangs upward like usual.
He walks onto the field like nothing happened.
But that night, when he comes home, he doesn’t use the hairspray.
Lets the bangs fall forward, Into his eyes. Where they belong.
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The mirror is quiet, The apartment is silent, His phone is face-down.
He stands there in the low bathroom light, looking at the crooked boy in the reflection.
And for the first time in a long time—
He lets himself cry, Just a little. Just enough.
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He’ll cut them again next week, Because the boy in the mirror can’t stay forever.
But Sae will keep chasing him anyway.
Even if all he ever gets are messy bangs and memories that hurt to hold.
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— seiu's note ! omg tysm for 12 followers in a day 🫶 me and @kuronarnze wrote this together !! so it's a Collab fic :D, we literally wrote this when we were hanging out together lmaoo, super fun tho 💗 tysm for reading 🫶🫶
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Omgomg sae with a reader who’s giggly and wanders when drunk like if they see an opportunity to flee they’ll 100% make a break for it
absolutely twin✌🏻



you're drunk. that much is obvious.
the giggling gave it away. the wandering didn't help. but the real giveaway was when you looked at a parked car, gasped, and whispered,
"i think that car's staring at me."
sae sighs. silently. again. that's the third time in ten minutes. he should've known. the second you had your first sip of alcohol, you were gone. not just tipsy. whimsical.
currently, he's trailing you through the backyard of rin's house party like a disapproving chaperone, hands in his pockets while you twirl in the grass like it's a stage.
"sae," you say, spinning in place, 'look! i'm a leaf!"
"you're going to fall."
"i'm nature, sae."
you do fall. immediately.
he catches you before you hit the ground, arms wrapped tight around your waist, your laugh echoing like a bell as you throw your head back.
"you're like gravity," you mumble.
"you're like a problem," he replies flatly.
you blink up at him. giggly. blushing. and then, suddenly, with no warning— you whisper,
"if i run, will you chase me?"
"don't."
"i'm gonna."
"don't—”
you bolt.
sae sighs. regrets living. and then he follows.
you don't make it far. maybe seven steps before he catches you by looping an arm around your waist and reels you in like a fish. you squeal and flail, kicking your legs dramatically as he hoists you into his arms like a misbehaving cat.
"NOOO I WAS ALMOST FREEEEEEE—"
"you made it to the bushes."
"THE FREEDOM ZONE—"
"that's a sprinkler."
you cling to him like a koala. he doesn't even stumble, just adjusts you on his hip and starts walking back toward the house.
"sae," you mumble against his neck. "can you take me to see the moon?"
"no."
"but it said my name—"
"you’re not talking to the moon."
he sits down on a patio chair with you still in his lap, arms looped tight around your waist so you can't escape again. you huff. but lean into his chest anyway, nuzzling the side of his neck.
"you smell like… effort."
"you smell like trouble."
"you love me," you say, voice all smug and sleepy.
sae doesn’t answer. just rests his chin on your shoulder, rubbing slow circles into your thigh.
"you'd chase me again, right?" you whisper.
he hums.
"unfortunately.”
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tug-of-war . nsfw
itoshi sae x fem!reader x bunny iglesias ,, 1.4k wc .
mdni. consensual / threesome / infidelity / degradation / spit-roasting / rough oral / overstimulation / face-fucking / hate sex / jealousy / objectification / rough sex / humiliation / voyeurism / ooc / timeskip ,, request . part 1 .
this was wrong. you knew it was.
after that night you spent with the both of them, you could never forget about it. not when it felt that good — being ruined and wrecked by two men using you like you were made for it.
touching yourself never came close. especially when your boyfriend, sae, was always away — busy with training schedules, events, tournaments.
so you resorted to something else.
bunny iglesias.
he’d somehow slipped his number into your phone that night. and in a moment of weakness — or desperation, really, you texted him. sent him a picture, too. of you, wet and dripping, fingers teasing yourself with sae’s name still on your lips.
all he asked for was your location.
and now here he was, hand fisted in your hair, pushing your head down until his tip hit the back of your throat. sloppy, obscene sounds filled the room. your gags, his groans, your spit coating his cock in strings.
“was sae not enough for you?” he asked, smug and condescending, as he guided your mouth like you were just a toy. “or did you miss me that much, huh?”
you looked up at him with glassy eyes, unable to answer with his cock so deep in your throat. and you knew he didn’t really want an answer. he just wanted to see you like this. all pathetic and used, gagging around his length.
“oh fuck— keep looking at me like that, baby. gonna cum,” he growled, rutting his hips faster, forcing tears down your cheeks. “swallow.”
and you did. every last drop.
you ended up on the bed, taking him from behind, his cock sliding back into your cunt with a wet smack. he didn’t wait. didn’t slow down. he fucked you rough, relentless, muttering insults under his breath — most aimed at sae.
“does he even fuck you like this?” he sneered. “or is he too busy for you?”
you couldn’t respond. not with your face buried in the sheets and your body bouncing with every thrust. not with your pussy clenching so tight around him it made him groan.
“aah, bunny— t’much— g’na cum!”
“already? hold it f’me, baby,” he muttered, breath hot against your neck.
then — click.
you froze. the shutter of a camera cut through your haze.
“bunny?” you whimpered.
“relax,” he said, far too calm. “y’don’t mind if i invite sae over, right? ‘bout time he came home anyway, no?”
your blood ran cold.
you barely had time to panic, not when he was pounding into your dripping cunt relentlessly, with you screaming his name out with every thrust. at least, until the door slammed open.
sae stood there in his suit, fresh from an event — tie half-removed, expression unreadable. his gaze dropped to your body, trembling, with bunny’s cock still buried inside you. he didn’t even flinch at the sight.
you opened your mouth to say something — anything — but all that came out was another moan. bunny didn’t stop. if anything, he fucked you harder, dragging another broken cry from your throat.
“couldn’t fucking wait for me, huh?” sae said, stepping closer. “or did you just want him more?”
you tried to respond, tried to explain, but the only sounds you made were pathetic little whines as bunny kept fucking into you. sae’s hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.
“answer me.”
“s— sorry— aah, ‘m sorry, sae!”
“she said she’s sorry,” bunny added with a low laugh, thrusting harder. “shouldn’t you forgive her?”
“and whose fault is this?” sae shot him a glare.
“well, if you’re not joining, get out. she’s mine for the night.”
“not even an option,” sae muttered, already stripping. his belt hit the floor with a sharp sound. he was flushed, hard, and leaking by the time he stepped in front of you. “don’t expect me to be nice after you pulled this shit.”
he grabbed a fistful of your hair, still gentle although he was mad, and tilted your head back.
“open.”
your lips parted instantly, trembling, drool already spilling down your chin. he slid his cock into your mouth slowly, letting it drag over your tongue, thick and hot. behind you, bunny gave a sharp thrust that shoved your mouth deeper onto sae’s cock. you gagged, throat tightening around him, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes.
“fuck— look at that,” bunny laughed. “choking on one cock while i’m balls deep in your pussy. you’re disgusting.”
sae hissed through his teeth, grip tightening in your hair.
“no dignity left, huh?” he muttered. “slutting yourself out the second i leave.”
you tried to shake your head, tried to tell him it wasn’t like that, but you were gagging on his cock, taking bunny’s at the same time, and the words wouldn’t come. you didn’t need to speak. they could already see the truth written all over your face.
and they weren’t done with you yet.
your mouth was still full of sae, your pussy stuffed with bunny, and everything hurt — in the best way.
but this wasn’t a threesome.
this was a tug-of-war.
sae was quiet, dangerous. jaw tight, thrusting into you like he was trying to punish you with every inch. not sloppy, not desperate, but deliberate. his hand stayed tangled in your hair, keeping your face exactly where he wanted it — on him.
bunny, meanwhile, was the opposite. he was messy, cocky, possessive in the filthiest way. he fucked you like he wanted sae to watch, like he wanted him to know how good you felt. he’d lean down, mouth against your ear, and say shit like this.
“hear that, baby? that squelchy sound? that’s your greedy little pussy takin’ me in like she missed me.”
you sobbed around sae’s cock. overwhelmed, overstimulated, and humiliated. and they both loved it.
sae pulled out suddenly, his cock slick with spit, your lips raw and trembling. you tried to speak, but bunny didn’t stop. didn’t even slow down.
“on your back,” sae said flatly, already undoing the last button on his shirt. “i’m not done with you.”
“fuck, man,” bunny began, but didn’t stop fucking you from behind. “you just gonna pretend i’m not here? i wasn’t even done yet.”
“you will be soon,” sae muttered.
you couldn’t even process it — not when bunny pulled out just long enough for sae to grab your thighs and drag you beneath him. your back hit the mattress, legs open, and sae pushed into you like he didn’t care you were already ruined.
you cried out instantly, back arching.
“so loud,” sae muttered, voice low. “like you’re proud of it.”
bunny stood off to the side, still hard, stroking himself lazily.
“she only started whining like that after i stretched her out,” he said, smug.
“no,” sae shot back, staring down at you. “she’s crying because she knows she fucked up.”
his thrusts were sharp and mean. he didn’t kiss you, didn’t touch you gently. he gripped your hips like he was trying to keep you still, like if you moved the wrong way, he’d snap.
“say it,” he muttered, jaw clenched. “say you’re sorry.”
“i— i’m s— sorry, sae—!”
“louder.”
bunny leaned in, thumbing your lip. “you don’t have to beg him,” he whispered. “you have me.”
sae’s eyes darkened. “get away from her.”
“won’t be happening.”
for a second, it felt like the room might explode — but neither man bothered to spare a single contact with the other, they just kept touching you.
sae fucked you harder, deeper, the sound of your soaked pussy echoing loud in the space between all their tension. bunny moved closer, hand still pumping himself slow, like he had all the time in the world.
“open your mouth, baby,” he said. “show him who really made you like this.”
and when you did, sae’s grip tightened.
“you’re really disgusting,” he muttered. “taking both of us like this.”
you moaned, loud and high-pitched, as bunny slid two fingers into your mouth, letting you suck around them while sae kept fucking into you, unrelenting.
“she’s gonna cum,” bunny said, eyes on you.
“no,” sae growled. “not until i say so.”
your body was trembling, twitching, and ruined. you were caught between them, not being shared, but being claimed by them. over and over.
and when you finally felt bunny twitch and cum in your mouth, hot, thick, and groaning your name — while sae spilled inside you right after, it was too much. you fell apart completely. they left you shaking, ruined, and open. skin slick with sweat and cum, chest heaving, throat raw.
“look at her,” bunny muttered, breathless. “we fucked her stupid.”
“pathetic,” sae said again, dragging his thumb across your cheek. “but maybe now you’ll think twice before pulling something like this again.”
© dearnoire .
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This is the second time Sae Itoshi gets really angry.
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Just found out the itoshi brothers are inverted colors of each other dhmu.
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omg hiii cute cafe moment!!! congrats on hitting your milestone, every ounce of love and support is well deserved!!!
sooo we know i’m jade, i’m a virgo. super big animal lover who loves to hike and walk. my thing lately has been trying out the breweries in my area!!! nothing better than getting a buzz over some rlly good fries haha. my fav color is lilac, my style is very athleisure. rap and indie are my two most listened genres and i am notttt a movie person, strictly tv show. dm me if you need anything else you know they’re always open!!
as for my order i’d love to try an iced americano!! i used to be rlly into blue lock and i’m curious to see who you set me up with hehe. thanks love!! congrats again!!
milestone event: cafe brewglee
Oh Jade you have such a warm personality wtf 😩 I never knew you were a Virgo💞🥺 we both have the same favorite colour. I’m so glad 👀 should we take this as the sign that we should be besties? 🙂↔️
-> Your iced americano is prepared by Sae Itoshi.
You and Sae just make sense. You’re all warmth and laughter and lilac hoodies, grounding him in a way no one else ever could. Sae’s so used to being untouchable—cold, sharp, impossible—but then there’s you, showing up with your scrunchie-wrapped wrist and a half-eaten fry in hand, smirking like you know exactly how to pull him back down to earth. He teases you about being a “lightweight,” but he’s the one sneaking soft glances when you talk about the rescue dog you met on your morning hike. You don’t mind his silences, and he finds your voice oddly soothing, especially when you’re ranting about a TV show he’s never watched. You’re opposites, sure—but the kind that balance. It’s canon purr ✔️
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omg hi could i maybe request some p0rn links for rin x reader and sae x reader perchance


➡ P⚠︎RN LINK'S Itoshi Brothers ꩜.ᐟ
Hii thank you so much for the request! feel free to take a look and let me know if there’s anyone else you’d love to see next ♡
This post contains explicit sexual content intended for adult audiences only (+18). It includes scenes with deepthroating, choking/gagging, spanking, overstimulation, fingering, light degradation, possessiveness, and verbal control.
All links in this post lead to external content hosted on Twitter/X. Tap at your own risk ( ꈍᴗꈍ) ⤷ BLLK Pt. 1 Pt.2
જ⁀➴ Post-Clímax: Both Rin and Sae like to keep your legs up after they’ve filled you, holding them in place or pressing them higher, just so they can watch the mess they made drip down your swollen pussy. But it doesn’t end there.
They take their time, tapping the head of their cock against your overstimulated cunt—light at first, then harder, meaner, just enough to make you twitch and gasp.
“You’re still sensitive?” Sae might ask, almost amused.
Rin wouldn’t say anything—just hold your thighs tighter and hit that bruised spot again, eyes locked on the way your body flinches. For them, it’s not about being gentle afterward. It’s about reminding you who wrecked you.
જ⁀➴ Recorded Memories: They’re rarely home. Football always comes first—airports, hotels, time zones you can't keep up with. Most of your relationship is spent apart. But when they are with you? They make it count.
Rin and Sae both like recording you.
You’re on all fours, ass bouncing with every deep thrust, their cock disappearing inside you over and over again. And they’ve got the camera—phone angled low, focused right where your body takes them. Your moans fill the room, but they stay quiet. Just heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping.
“You’re gonna send me this when I’m gone,” Sae mutters.
Rin doesn’t say a word. But when he watches the video later? He slows it down, frame by frame, hand wrapped around his cock while your ass bounces for him on screen.
જ⁀➴ The Itoshi Blowjob Style: When it comes to getting their dick sucked, neither of them is gentle. They don’t guide you, they don’t warn you—they just shove it in.
Rin pushes in deep from the start, both hands tangled in your hair, refusing to pull back until your eyes are glassy and your throat twitches around him. He’s silent, focused, breathing hard through his nose while watching tears slip down your cheeks.
Sae, on the other hand, takes his time. He doesn’t move—just holds your head there, buried on his cock, eyes locked on yours as your face contorts from the stretch.
જ⁀➴ Fingers first: You’re on all fours, needy, trembling, and at first all they give you are firm, punishing slaps—making your skin sting and your body rock forward, desperate for more.
And when they finally touch you? It's with their fingers. Long, practiced, unrelenting.
Rin starts with two—no warning, no softness. You jerk forward, but he pulls your hips right back.
"Stop moving," he mutters, voice low and sharp. "You can take it." His fingers curl inside you with such perfect control, slow at first—then fast and deep, until you're clenching and whining through your teeth. He doesn't speak again until you're falling apart. "Yeah," he breathes, fingers soaking, "just like that."
With Sae, it's colder. More calculated. He lets you squirm a little longer, lets you feel how empty you are before finally sinking two fingers inside. Deep. Knuckle-deep. “You’re already dripping,” he says with that smirk.
“You don’t get to come until I say so,” he mutters, watching the way your thighs tremble. Then he curls them. And again. And again.

I’m always open to suggestions whether it’s another blue lock boy or someone from a different anime ♡
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clink, it’s you! ☆ itoshi sae ── ★ ˙🍒 ̟ !!


based on this request.
✦ synopsis: even from miles away, every clink of metal reminds sae of you. you entered his life with a jingle, and never left since.
✦ contains: fluff.
✦ word count: 0.8k words.
read more: masterlist — itoshi sae.
itoshi sae turns around every time he hears the sound of metal clinking against metal. not because it annoys him, but because it reminds him — of you.
he wasn’t used to it at first. if anything, it used to overstimulate him. but when he’s all alone in a foreign country, in a hotel room so quiet you could hear a pin drop, he can’t help but miss you, miss the sound of your jewellery jingling — the bells, the metallic friction — it was basically your trademark, and that made him miss you even more.
the familiar noise takes him back to the day you both first met. back then, neither of you had the slightest idea that you’d end up married.
he remembers walking down the street with his usual morning coffee in hand, until he hears the sound of quick footsteps and metal clinking behind him. before you can even blurt out a “sorry” or “excuse me”, he’s already turned around, catching your wrist mid-air with his free hand.
“oh—” you gasp, startled, as he lets go of you. “not to alarm you or anything, i wasn’t trying to stalk you. i hope i don’t look like a stalker or anything, i know you’re itoshi sae and all—”
your hands flail everywhere as you ramble — with a drink in hand — explaining everything except the actual problem. he could barely hear you over jingle jangling of your jewellery.
“you’re noisy,” he says, flatly.
“oh,” you smile sheepishly. “did i talk too much? anyway, i think you took my drink.”
he glances down at the cup in his hand, checks the barely readable name scribbled on it, then takes a sip.
“this is tea,” he says.
“um, yeah. i think you ordered coffee, that’s my tea.”
“oh. you can have mine.”
“i don’t drink coffee. here’s yours.”
he takes it and stares at you, and you stare back.
“…i’ll buy you another one.”
“what about you give me your number instead?” you blurt out, then immediately cover your mouth and wave your hands in panic, the jingling amplifying. “wait, i mean— i’m in a rush right now, so like— treat me another day?”
he’s about to reply when your phone rings.
“yes, i’ll be right there!” you say, slipping a business card into his pocket since his hands were full. “okay, here’s my number, text me!”
he was left speechless as he watched you leave, holding two drinks in his hand, contemplating what to do with them. he ended up giving his coffee to his manager.
and yeah, sure. he could’ve ignored you, but sae doesn’t really like the feeling of owing people — which is why he ends up sitting across from you, listening to you talk about… something. something about your job, a new project maybe. he’s not really keeping track. instead, he finds himself more focused on your wrist — how it doesn’t seem weighed down at all despite the absurd amount of jewellery clinging to it. your hands move with ease, animated as you speak.
he wanted to stop you at first, to tell you to tone it down. but after seeing your smile, your passion, how expressive you are — he can’t bring himself to. and somehow, he finds himself repeating the same thing every weekend. from cafes and late-night dinners, to seeing you in the stands during his matches, to the most unforgettable moment of all — watching you walk down the aisle toward him, looking stunning in the wedding dress you chose together.
so when he walks down the streets of spain one day, looking for a souvenir to bring home, he forgets about keychains and postcards the moment he sees a bracelet in the window of a jewellery shop — tiny gems, a delicate bell, intricate detailing — he knows, instantly, it’s meant for you.
he holds the velvet box in his hand, feeling oddly satisfied. the air’s cooler today, the weather’s nice, his mood is better than usual. why? he doesn’t have a reason. maybe just thinking of you made his day brighter.
he keeps walking, until he hears the unmistakable clinking again. it wasn’t just any kind of clink, it was a familiar pattern of clinking that he recognised. so he turns around, and sees you standing there, frozen mid-step like a mouse caught sneaking food from the kitchen.
“oh, uh… surprise!” you say, visibly flustered. “how’d you know?”
“heard you from a mile away,” he replies, taking your wrist gently and lifting it to show you the familiar chaos of jewellery jangling around it. “what’re you doing here?”
“project went well, got a few days off,” you grin. “missed you, so i came to see you. your manager told me where you were. so dedicated, aren’t i?”
he hums in response, links his fingers with yours, and takes you to a nearby cafe.
as usual, you go on about your day, and he listens — quietly, always. until he stops you mid-sentence, eyes fixed on your wrist.
“sae?” you ask, pausing. “too noisy?”
“no,” he murmurs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a velvet box.
he opens it, takes out the bracelet he had just bought, and adds it to the collection on your wrist — a perfect addition to the mess of metal and dangling charms already there.
“now go on.”
and you can’t help but grin like an idiot, while he sits across from you and realises once again, just how deeply fond he is of his expressive wife.
it’s enough proof that just one clink! is enough to bring a thousand thoughts of you.
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MAKES A PRETTY PICTURE
𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 — a red envelope with a butterfly stamp from a male!reader has made it's way to sae itoshi. requested by @rinis-rift
𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋: unedited, 0.9k words.
event post . event masterlist
You blink away the tiredness from your eyes, shaking your head. Songs from your playlist are still playing, though a handful have repeated. It's been a few hours, maybe, from the way your back hurts from shrimp-like posture, your hands covered with paint. You huff, looking up from your painting, peering your head over to Sae’s instead.
His looks… Well, it doesn't necessarily look like anything to be acknowledged. There's what seems to be a lake, and a few trees, hints of a murky brown in some areas. He probably didn't bother waiting for the first layer to dry before adding the next one. It's nothing too bad, really. Actually quite good for someone who has never picked up painting before. Still, he could use some work.
“Is that a fish?” you ask, piqued. You use the other end of your brush to point at a gray, rather shapeless figure on one of the too-spherical rocks in his painting. It almost looks sad. A floppy creature with two black dots as eyes and a thick outline. “It looks dead and depressing. You need to put it in the water or something.”
Sae raises a brow, making a face. You think that was the one he wears whenever he starts to believe that you're stupid. “It’s a seagull,” he answers, not looking up from the canvas. Here he is, spending time with you, indulging in your idea of painting together, and you're provoking him. Not that it bothers him— not at all— but he'd be lying if he says that isn't mildly annoying.
“Looks like a fish,” you shrug, before turning back to your own artwork. Across from you, Sae deadpans, hand pausing mid-stroke. You smile, feigning innocence, before dipping your brush into a paper cup filled with water. It's already black from the amount of times you've cleaned your supplies with it. Tubes of paint are scattered on the floor and table, a mess of hues and color you aren't bothered to clean up just yet.
To your side, the floor-to-ceiling windows show the purple and orange gradient of the evenings. You've been here since noon, nearly six hours in. Sae hasn't said any complaints about it, not even a passing remark, to your surprise. Actually, he looks quite comfortable— relaxed, even, sitting on the cushions. Painting seems to calm him down. You should suggest it more as a new pastime, maybe. Get him to unwind for a moment in his busy life.
As serene as it is, unfortunately for him, he can't be at peace for more than five minutes with you.
“Dude, for someone who's so dedicated to soccer, you can't even draw the ball?” you were laughing at his struggle, shaking to the point you had to set your brush down. He rolls his eyes, resorting to searching it up on his phone to use as a reference. You can't help the grin settling on your face, smiling so wide your cheeks are starting to hurt.
“Focus on your own painting, idiot,” he retorts, huffing a sharp exhale. His brows are furrowed, and you delight in knowing you got the usually stoic guy to show some semblance of irritation.
You let out one last chuckle before locking in, eyes drifting from him to your canvas. You held your pallet, collecting the sharp teal you've mixed earlier on the hairs of your brush. With pinpoint precision, you press it onto the eyes of the portrait, highlighting the irises.
For a piece with only a few hours in, you're quite proud of how it's turning out. The coloring, especially, was going the way you wanted it to be. There's almost a certain spark to it, like a soul blossoming in the piece. Maybe it's due to the fact you're in high spirits— your day has been going amazing today— or maybe it's because the subject of your painting is someone you've recently grown to like.
“You painted me?”
You nearly jump out of your seat in surprise.
You're were so engrossed in admiring your own art that you didn't even notice that Sae had stood up. He was taking a moment to stretch, circling around the easels to take a look at your work.
He was looking at your canvas: a portrait of him, from an angle that was clearly how you saw him when he was sitting across from you. It was easy to guess that you used him painting as your model. You've captured his features well, added to the uniqueness of your art style. From his magenta hair, the shade of his eyes, down to the smallest details of his lower lashes— almost like a moment frozen in time.
There's a hint of admiration in his face, an interested tilt in his gaze. He's not judging, but the way he looks so awed by your talents was driving you crazy.
“Well! You were in the perfect position– I mean, I didn't really know what else to paint–” you blurted out, trying to come up with anything that could be to your defense. “It’s not weird to paint you, right? You're pretty. I like making art of anything pretty. I had to take the chance–” Oh, how you wanted to dig a hole and hide there. You're flustered. Why are you flustered?! It's just Sae!
Sae turns his gaze to you, a rare look of amusement on his face. “You’re talented. I don't think I even look this beautiful.”
Ah, he complimented you.
You feel as if you're about to explode in giddiness.
first time writing male reader, kinda nervous
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No bc imagine having a "bro" thing going on with this man, where all weird ass things you guys do will automatically be considered as just being homeboys. He does consent to it, and even said he liked it. A little too much..
Like you'd just randomly slap his ass and give it a firm squeeze or grab his thigh, and he just takes it, moaning like a slut or letting out a lewd gasp accompanied by a horny face while the people around y'all are just staring like "😦"
Not to mention how he'd randomly grip your pants and basically your cock, maybe just put his ass near your crotch teasefully, before you airfuck him—thinking that you guys were just joking. But in all reality, he actually uses it as an excuse to be with you??
You'd be trailing kisses down his neck before saying "no homo" and then continuing your onslaught of hickeys down his body as he whines your name. Bouncing/sitting on your lap while he grinds on you-
He could be giving you head, before saying "we're just bros" like you literally pounding him w/o a condom...but it's okay..cus You guys are just homeboys, so it's not gay or anything.
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