Hi!! I'm Shindo | she/her | just here to yap <3 | 🔞 | INFP
I've seen others have their little introductions so I thought I'll hop on too.
Here's the list I'm into:
Anime: Blue Lock, BNHA, KnB, Soul Eater, Saiki K, JJK, Mob, Haikyuu, Free, D Gray Man, Dr. Stone, KNY, Gintama, Tokyo Revengers, Sakamoto Days, Windbreaker, & manhwas
Kpop: I'm mostly a 2nd-3rd generation stan but I like Aespa, TXT, NCT, Ateez, Dean, IU, & Taeyeon (I listen to Jpop and rock too)
Other: Alien Stage, Ensemble Stars, A3!, Obey Me, Love and Deepspace, Heavens Official Blessings, Hypnosis Mic, South Park, Vocaloid, Wuwa, Genshin & more
PLEASE HMU AND INTERACT I WANT MOOTS + SEND ASKS HAPPY TO INTERACT <3
note : this has been in my notes for a MONTH. huhu plz
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sakura haruka — 166 words
it was unexpected that you and sakura babysit your little sister — only planning to hang out in your room that turns into babysitting.
“ can you come here for a second? ” your sister walks towards you and sakura with her hands on her hips. “ what is it? ” you smiled at her as you pointed at the flowing trash can. “ do you mind taking that trash out? ” she raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms in front of her chest and looks away. “ no thank you, you have your own pair of hands right? ” sakura’s eyes widen at her words as he looks at you as if he’s hearing it right.
you raised an eyebrow. “ i do have my own but do it or i’ll tell mom about this! ” you said as your sister just stick her tongue out at you “ shut up! do it yourself. ” the black and white haired boy puts a hand over his mouth — speechless that your sister had the guts to say that.
“ hey, i don’t think you should speak to your sister like that.. ” sakura finally said looking at your younger sister with a serious look. she didn’t utter another word as she walks off, taking the trash out.
a couple of hours later, she explained to sakura that it was a prank of hers, wanting to see a reaction from him if she ever answered you and tells you to shut up.
she can say that he passed as she gave him a thumbs up.
nirei akihiko — 184 words
he was playing with your brother on the living room while you cook in the kitchen. you called for you brother but he didn't answer so you called him once more.
“ shut up, sis! i’m playing with nirei! ” your eyebrows furrowed at what you heard, nirei on the other hand his eyes are wide like someone has seen some paranormal activities.
you pretend to be angry as your eyebrows furrowed pointing at your brother. you were about to speak but nirei was quickly to come at your side, putting a hand on your shoulder.
“ hahaha, kids right? do you need me to buy something? ” he asked you nervously as you sigh brushing it off and smile. “ no, it’s fine. i will be back. ” nirei was the one to sigh as he walks back to where your brother is currently playing.
not long after the three of you finished eating and is now watching tv, your brother explained everything to nirei and how it was a prank.
“ i don’t have the guts to talk back to her when she takes care of me almost everyday! ”
toma hiiragi — 212 words
the two of you planned to hang out with your brother, wearing your shoes and giving your brother’s shoes to him. checking your bag to see if you have everything in you and your phone was nowhere insight.
“ go upstairs and grab my phone for me, please? ” you asked your brother as he finished tying his shoes. he grumbled a few words before he walks upstairs taking your phone with him as he hands it over.
“ there you go. ” your brother said as he pointed at you before acting that he’s zipping his mouth, smiling as hiiragi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. is that his way of telling you to shut up?
the three of you started eating at your little brother’s favorite eating place. at that time all of you finished eating as hiragii began to speak.
“ hey, i saw you pointing at your sister while acting that you’re zipping your mouth. are you telling her to shut up..? ” the male asked, looking at your brother as he almost choke at the water he’s drinking.
your brother obviously admitted it which resulted hiiragi to tell him that's not okay and your brother can't take it anymore and said it was just a prank because he wouldn't do that to you.
“ my sister says you have a weak stomach! i wanna test it out and see your reaction. ” hiiragi looked at you which you avoided tending to your brother to finish his food.
the mention of him having a weak stomach just made him sigh as he just watched the two of you bicker at each other once more.
umemiya hajime — 247 words
you were helping out an orphanage, umemiya insisting he comes with you wanting to play with kids.
someone called you as you turned your head seeing a girl waving you to come at her as you did excusing yourself to umemiya and the kids before walking up to the girl.
“ he’s your boyfriend right? ” she pointed at umemiya smiling with the kids as you nodded and smiled. “ he is, do you need something from him? ” the girl shakes her head as she signaled you to come closer — which you did as she whispered something at you making you laugh and nod at her words.
you walk back with the kid holding your hand as she played with the other kids while you goes into umemiya’s side, wrapping your arms around his waist.
someone throws a candy wrapper as you called out for the girl to pick it up and throw it into the trash can. she raised her eyebrow at you and runs up to you.
“ no, shut up and pick it up yourself! ” umemiya’s jaw dropped, blinking at the words he heard. she was about to walk away when umemiya was quickly to call her, kneeling the same height as her. “ hey, who taught you to say that? ” he asked, unexpectedly she pointed at you which made you inhale sharply.
you got a lecture for that before the kid admitted that it was all a prank and just to test out what his reaction would be.
𝜗ϱ 、OUT OF PATIENCE .
umemiya hajime x reader .
♡ . being the opposite person of umemiya and also the only person to calm you whenever you get angry over small things.
⟢ . word count : 468
✶ . warnings : nothing i think ?..
memo : i’m still brainstorming the reqs so ahm here is another request that i already have an idea on what to write !! also i can write i longer ver for some scenarios if you guys want 😋
wbk files | request
you have a patience of a thread, a thin thread to be exact. you can't really control your anger at some point yet when you got introduced to umemiya by hiiragi, your life changed like literally.
one time, you got too worked up because of someone in furin high that you were ready to pounce on the guy in no time if umemiya didn't arrived in time. what got you worked up? his opinions on your favorite food.
everybody can have their opinion on something that's what you always told yourself but if someone doesn't like your favorite food, your eyebrows furrowed, hands now formed into fist. it's a petty reason to fight but you still fight over it anyway.
you were about to jumped on the poor guy when someone gripped the back of your shirt, pulling you and hugged you when you were in his reach, his arms wrapped around you.
"babe, are you seriously going to fight someone for that?" he asked softly, your back pressed into his chest as he put his chin over your shoulder with a pout. "yes! i will definetly fight someone over that." you responded a little too quickly as you looked at your boyfriend, your anger dissipating.
umemiya is your weakness. everyone can tell that. whenever umemiya is near you turned into a different person like you weren't just so smug having a little fight with the new kid sakura when he first arrived in furin high. the kid disliked you for it.
you looked at the guy with your eyebrow raised before hugging umemiya. "sorry!" you apologized as umemiya dismissed it and pull away from the hug, now holding your hand as you two goes inside.
the people in furin high can't understand how and why you get mad over the small things. one time, you tape nirei's mouth because sometimes he talk a little too much. umemiya found out about it and laughed at how hilarious it was so you thought he finds it funny but then started to give you a long lecture about it.
dating you is like dating a kid that has no patience and gets mad over everything but umemiya loves you very much. he founds it adorable even that sometimes when you are angry over something so small he just coos at you telling you how cute you are.
that just raised the bar in your angry chart but you can't be angry for too long at umemiya so you always took a deep breath and looked at umemiya already calming down whenever you see him.
hiiragi always witnesses the things you do whenever you get angry over something and this is where he prays and wishes that patience can be donated so umemiya will just give you a lot of patience.
after carrying your son around in your stomach for 9 months, and pushing through 8 hours of intense labour, you are now staring down at your beautiful baby boy with tired eyes.
he is beautiful, but he looks exactly like his father.
you huff. "he looks exactly like you"
"don't sound too excited" sukuna jokes, smoothing over yujis scarce pink hair.
you inspect the baby further, peering at his pink hair, the exact same shade as his daddy's, as well as the same skin tone and his little mouth laying perfectly flat along his face while he sleeps. your eyes follow his chubby arms and fingers and belly, baby fat almost promising that he will get as big and strong as his dad.
then you look up to his father, kuna's face resting in the same serious line while you watch him watching yuji. you reach up and cup sukuna's cheek. when his gaze meets yours you take in the details of his pretty eyes, his tattoos, and his markings below his eyes.
you snap your head back to yuji.
"kuna he even has your little markings" you whine, "he looks nothing like me... i pushed out your fatass baby and carried him for 9 months the least he could do is look a little like me.." you continued on.
sukuna holds back a laugh and smooths over your hair, "the next one will look exactly like you.. maybe a pretty little girl."
you grumble a little more but inevitably settle down and lay back onto the pillow. with yuji in your arms, and sukuna leaning over you both, carressing yujis face, you all sit there for a while.
yuji babbles a little in his sleep and cracks a little smile. "he must be dreaming" you softly mumble with a smile.
sukuna looks back and forth between you too. "he has your smile"
if you weren't so tired, you would've jumped for joy. "really?" you tuck yourself against sukunas chest, nuzzling him slightly.
I can't stop thinking about finally taking your new boyfriend!bunny to meet your friends who have never seen him before (they're not really tuned in on football maybe) . all they know about him came from you gushing about him and how perfect he is. because he has such a cute sounding name they were picturing you with a dainty looking guy, so imagine their surprise when a 6’3 guy with a scar on his face and that is built like he could lift you with one hand only shows up with you instead...does anyone else see the vision
Ი ᰍ ݃ ݁ᣟ݂ helping bunny de-stress after a bad match! (+18)
this was requested + written with afab!reader in mind
The moment Bunny walked into your home you could sense that something was wrong.
His steps were heavier than usual. The weight in his step wasn’t due to just his tiredness due to playing football and you could tell because no one knows him like you do.
So like a good partner, you asked him what was wrong.
‘Oh it’s nothing, I promise,’ he said, trying to brush off whatever was bothering him so much and change the subject.
But you could tell that underneath that smile Bunny was angry, seething even, and that he was trying not to show it to you. Maybe not to scare you or make you worried, you weren’t sure, all you knew is that you wanted to help him feel better and forget everything that was making him feel this way.
Yet you didn’t think that offering your boyfriend a hand would lead you to being face down, ass up on you guys king size bed as he pounds your poor pussy sore.
“Shitt, Bunny—! w-why are you fuck-ing me like thisss!” when you moan like that for him it just drives him to fuck you even harder. The mere sight of you in this state was already driving him crazy enough, but your sobs, your pleas for him to give you ‘more! please baby!’ alongside the squelch! coming from your soaked, cumfilled cunt were turning your sweet bunny into a mad man.
He didn’t answer your question. He barely registered it to be honest.
Instead he picked one of your legs and lifted your upper body up, pressing you against his naked chest and kept on driving his hips into you, dragging more of those hypnotising noises out of you.
You’re really helping him forget about his bad mood earlier, aren’t you? He genuinely can barely remember how terribly his match earlier went because all he could focus on this moment was making you feel good.
“Hah, Joder ángel,” Bunny almost loses it at the feeling of you tightening up around him like it was trying to suck the life out of him as you cum and gush all over him again. “I knew this pussy would…fuckk… would make me feel better…”
He’s dangerously close too.
His pace is becoming faster, more desperate, as he tries to reach his peak as fast as possible to not overwhelm you more than he already did so far. “I fucking love you so much...love this pussy too… gonna fill her up so good. you want that yeah? Talk to me baby,” Bunny always gets so talkative when he’s close to coming and he knows how much you like that about him.
“Yesss, please baby! want it so badd—!”
All he needed after that were three more powerful thrusts before he was spilling inside you for the nth time tonight and dropping both your tired bodies to lay next to one another on the mattress…It’s safe to say that Bunny has definitely forgotten about his sour mood from earlier.
an — the concept of moaning "bunny" is lowk crazy if u deep it a little bit... i wrote this when half asleep so ugh yea. also i dont really take smut reqs but this one was about bunny so i opened an exception lol.
nagi was lazy. you knew that. reo knew that. everyone knew that.
so of course, you weren’t surprised when nagi refused to help you with the dishes. “that’s too much of a hassle…” he mumbled from his bed, game console in hand. “playing zelda. ‘m busy.”
you sighed. “the dishes aren’t going to wash themselves, nagi. then our entire place is going to smell like shit, and we won’t be able to use the sink. c’mon, nagi, i always do the dishes. can you do it just this once?”
“you sound like maid barou right now. it’s too much of a hassle.” nagi retorted. why was he so tired anyway? he played soccer with reo maybe once or twice a week, he lazed around all day and just played video games.
“sei, please.”
nagi froze, sitting up almost immediately. “alright, alright,” he commented, making his way to the sink and rolling up to sink. “just let me play in peace after i’m done, m’kay?” he drawled.
“thanks, sei. love you.” you didn’t point it out, but a pink hue dusted his cheeks as he washed the dishes.
“nagi, do i look good?” you asked, stepping out of the changing room. nagi sat on a plush chair, console stuck in his hand. “nagi!”
“huh? oh, you look fine. let’s go.” he replied, not even looking at you. you rolled your eyes, snatching his console. “that was uncalled for.” he gave you a deadpan look.
“sei, babe, how do i look?” you asked again. he blinked a few times, before his eyes widened just a few degrees.
“you look great.” he blurted. “let’s get one of every color.” nagi stood up, before practically falling on you, wrapping his arms around you like a koala. “yeah, you should totally get this.”
“you sounded like reo just now.”
“mmmm, yeah, but you’d never call reo something so cute…” he replied sleepily. “angel, let’s just get this and go home, m’kay? i wanna nap. with you.”
“nagi, can you please stay for just 5 more minutes?” you asked, eyes barely open. it was practically the crack of dawn; nagi was usually never awake this early. not unless a certain purple haired rat scolded him again.
“can’t, babe. reo’s gonna get mad again. it’s a hassle to deal with him when he’s pissed off.” nagi slouched, halfway through taking off his shirt. you pouted; you had today off. was it so wrong to want to stay in bed a little longer with your lover?
“sei, can you—“
“you don’t have to ask twice, angel.” he responded immediately, dropping next to you on the bed once more. he slung an arm over you, nuzzling into your neck.
“what about reo?” you asked, stroking his hair tiredly, although a small tug of your lips suggested victory.
“reo can wait. you can too, angel, but i don’t want you too…” nagi was half-asleep already, just from laying down next to you. “and i can’t say no when you call me something so cute.”
“so it’s not a hassle to do things as long as i call you sei?”
“no, never.” he planted a lazy kiss on your shoulder. “it’s only a hassle if i don’t like it. and i like you. a lot. and i like it when you call me that. a lot. so it’s not a hassle.”
𐙚smau
ft. sakura, suo, kiryu, kaji, umemiya, togame, endo // fem!reader
note. recently celebrated my birthday so wanted to make something special! i'm still learning the wbk characters. ig togame never texts and prefers calling... but that's why it's called a smAU lol
warnings. suggestive (endo, kaji?, ume ???), mdni !!
he forgets his wedding ring at home, second day in a row [sae itoshi x reader]
The second morning you found Sae’s wedding ring in the drawer, you didn’t get angry. You looked at it for a moment, picking it up and feeling the metal with your fingers, and then you smiled. Very Dangerously.
“Oh,” you whispered. “So this is who we are today.”
Yesterday, you had reminded him on call. Yesterday, he had said, “I won’t forget.”
And yet there it was.
So you picked it up, got dressed in wide-leg black trousers, a fitted sleeveless top, oversized sunglasses, and heels sharp enough to puncture, and drove straight to his practice.
By the time you reached, training was in full swing. The field stretched bright and green under the afternoon sun. Players moved in clean drills, passes snapping back and forth, cleats cutting across turf. Staff stood near the sidelines with clipboards. Someone shouted instructions in Spanish.
And there was Sae, in the middle of the field. Of course. Calm, sharp, flawless and obviously, annoyingly beautiful.
He received a pass, turned with surgical precision, and sent the ball clean through two defenders like they were decorative cones.
A few teammates clapped. One whistled.
He barely reacted at all this commotion, but then he turned noticing you walking towards him from the sidelines on the pavement.
His entire body paused, eyes narrowed slightly behind that unreadable face, as if trying to figure out whether you were real, why you were there, and why you looked like you had arrived to ruin his afternoon.
His teammates noticed immediately probably because Sae never froze.
One of them followed his gaze, then another. Soon half the field was looking at you.
A tall striker nudged another player and muttered something. Someone else grinned. Sae’s expression shifted into annoyance. Not at you. At them, his teammates.
Every click of your heels on the pavement near the turf was audible till the end of the field. The coach blinked. A staff member looked like he wanted to stop you, then took one look at your face and reconsidered his life choices.
Sae started walking toward you, his posture was controlled, but his eyes were alert.
“What are you doing here?” he asked walking towards you.
You smiled. “Good afternoon to you too, husband.”
You stopped in front of him, heels sinking slightly into the grass, you pulled out the ring from your pocket, “Forgot something?”
His teammates immediately went silent. Sae exhaled through his nose, “You came all the way here for that?”
You held up the ring between two fingers. “For that?” you repeated. “Interesting. I thought this was the internationally recognized symbol of a ‘married man.’ Are you not one? My mistake.”
Someone behind him coughed lightly.
You rolled your eyes and he held out his hand. You didn’t give him the ring. Instead, you took his wrist, lifted his hand, and slid the ring onto his finger yourself. Deliberately slow and very publically.
“There,” you said. “Congratulations. You’re married again.”
He looked down at your hand holding his, then back up at you. “I was married before you put it back.”
You shrug gently, "I dont know, were you?"
A teammate whispered, “Damn.” You glanced past Sae, “Louder. I drove forty minutes.”
The team lost it. Sae looked at you, eyes calm but amused. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Immensely.”
“You could’ve called.”
“I did. Yesterday. When I reminded you and you promised.”
“It slipped my mind.”
You gasped softly. “Your wedding ring slipped your mind.”
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
Your brows lifted. “It doesn’t mean anything?”
His eyes sharpened. “You know what I mean.”
Sae stared at you. You stared back. A faint breeze moved across the field. Somewhere behind him, a teammate whispered, “She’s amazing.”
His jaw shifted. You stepped closer and patted his chest. “Listen carefully, genius. You may forget tactics, names, dinners-”
“I don’t forget tactics.”
“But you will not forget this ring.”
His teammates were openly grinning now.
Sae leaned closer to you, voice low. “You done?”
You smiled sweetly as you adjusted his collar. “For now.” Then you turned to leave.
He caught your wrist gently. You looked back.
He lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles, teal eyes never leaving yours.
“Won’t happen again.”
You tilted your head, amused. “I know it wont. This will be the last of it, one way or the other.” You threatened casually.
Sae finally laughed under his breath, you staking your claim on him in public? Almost proud and immediately turned on.
As you walked away, Leornado went to him and muttered, “Your wife is scary.”
Sae looked at the ring on his finger.
Then at your retreating figure.
“No,” he said calmly.
“She’s perfect.”
NOTE: my first post on this new blog! let me know if you would like this version for other blue lock guys too? on season 2 currently, and every time they mention sae my brain starts playing "I'm bringin' sexy back, yeah!" Gosh, I love him so much!
even when you were younger, he was never exactly poor. maybe he was weirder than other kids, harsh too, but never poor. then going pro in football happened.
suddenly sae became the kind of person who bought things without checking the price first. expensive watches sitting carelessly on his wrist, first class flights, one night hotel stays that costed 20x more than your apartment, restaurants with menus that didn’t have numbers printed clearly beside the dishes.
flowers were nothing to him.
there was nothing strange about sae buying flowers, he could afford them easily. pretty bouquets wrapped neatly in paper of your favorite color.
the question was,
why was it always you receiving them ?
the first time it happened was on your birthday.
you weren’t doing anything special that year. you only decided to have dinner with family and a lazy afternoon spent at home because most of your friends were busy. sae texted you pretty early apologizing because he couldn’t make it back in time.
sae : busy, sorry.
it was expected, you didn’t take it personally anymore. you shouldn’t.
sae was always somewhere else these days, different countries, different schedules, different timezones. you met sae when you were both young, even back then people would already interview him. but still, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed.
but then the flowers arrived.
a bouquet of your favorite flowers tied carefully together with pale ribbons you never mentioned liking out loud. there was no note attached except for your name written neatly on the delivery card.
you stared at them for a long time, before immediately calling him.
sae answered after the third ring. “what?”
it had to be sae. the flowers screamed expensive and pricey. something sae would purchase. “did you seriously send me flowers?”
“they arrived?”
“obviously.” you almost laughed.
“okay.”
you waited but he never continued talking, “that’s it?”
“what else do you want me to say?”
you smiled despite yourself, sitting cross legged on the floor beside the bouquet. “thank you sae.”
you can hear a sigh from the other line, then quietly, “happy birthday.”
after that, the flowers kept coming.
it only happened once a month. random deliveries appearing at your door while sae lived at the opposite side of the world. you’d sometimes receive flowers after important matches, sometimes after long periods without seeing each other.
it honestly made no sense why he was constantly giving you flowers. you’ve tried reasoning out that maybe he misses you, but even then. that answer doesn’t feel complete.
the flowers changed constantly too.
soft colored roses one month, then white tulips on the next. bouquets filled with colors so pretty they looked fake underneath your apartment lighting. and somehow they were always flowers you liked. despite the fact that you don’t remember telling him your preferences for flowers.
you asked him about it once during a phone call.
“how do you even know what flowers i like?”
“you talk a lot.”
“no…? i swear i don’t!”
sae hummed absentmindedly from the other side. “stupid. you kept staring at them once.”
“what?”
“do you remember that shop we passed by?”
you blinked in surprise. you two passed by a flower shop months ago, only looking at the flowers displayed outside for a bit before continuing your walk. you barely remembered it yourself.
“you remember that?”
“yeah.”
eventually the flowers became normal enough that your friends stopped reacting whenever deliveries showed up.
“this is kinda romantic.” one of them started carefully while staring at the newest bouquet sitting on your table.
you nearly choked on your drink. “no? it’s sae.”
“exactly!”
you rolled your eyes even while your chest tightened slightly. because no matter how many flowers sae bought you, romance still felt impossible to imagine with him.
sae was difficult to read, and affection from him came confusing. but still, the flowers kept arriving.
somehow, they became more frequent. not monthly anymore, but every time you saw him.
sae would appear at your apartment carrying another bouquet. sometimes he handed them to you silently while walking inside, sometimes they were already waiting in his passenger seat before picking you up somewhere.
and so you started buying more vases because of him.
your apartment slowly filled with flowers in different corners. the kitchen counter, near the windows, beside your bed. soft colors everywhere, making your white space look colorful with a smell faintly sweet all the time.
sae noticed immediately the first time he visited after you rearranged them all. his eyes moved around your apartment quietly before landing on another bouquet sitting near the television.
“so you kept them.”
“the flowers?” you frowned slightly. “ofcourse i would.”
he stared at the flowers a second longer before looking away again. “some of them are dead.”
“dead flowers are also pretty.” you walked over to fix one of the vases absentmindedly. “they’re all pretty.”
sae watched you quietly after that. his expression turned strange sometimes whenever you handled the flowers he bought. there was something quieter in his face whenever he caught you trimming the stems carefully or changing the water every few days.
like he was seeing something he wanted to touch but didn’t know how to.
the realization hit you fully one evening while the two of you stood inside your kitchen together.
another bouquet rested against the counter waiting to be arranged. chinese roses, your favorite lately after mentioning them once in passing conversation nearly three weeks ago.
sae stood beside you silently while loosening the sleeves of his shirt, watching you cut the stems one by one. the entire apartment felt calm in the quiet way it always did around him. just soft clinking glass and running water.
then you opened your mouth, “sae.”
“hm?”
you glanced toward him. “why do you keep buying me flowers?”
he looked at you, lifting his eyebrows not really expecting that kind of question, “because i can.”
“no.. that’s not really what i mean.”
“then ask properly.”
you sighed softly, “i’m asking, why is it me?”
sae’s eyes shifted toward the flowers spread across your apartment slowly, almost thoughtful. there were so many now that even he probably noticed how excessive it looked.
“i’m not saying i don’t appreciate it—” you murmured. “you just never buy anyone else flowers so..”
“i don’t want to.”
“sae.”
he clicked his tongue quietly after that, gaze dropping toward the counter.
for a second, he almost looked nervous.
“when i’m somewhere else,” he started slowly, “i see things that remind me of you.” sae looked irritated saying it aloud.
“flowers?”
“sometimes.”
“…sometimes?”
he glanced at you briefly. “colors, places.” another pause. “flowers.”
you stared at him quietly, starting to understand what he’s trying to tell you.
“then i buy them,” he continued. “because it’s easier than thinking about you all the time.”
the kitchen suddenly felt too warm.
sae exhaled softly through his nose before looking away again, “it’s annoying.”
“what is?”
“you." he stops and think for a second before continuing, "i’ll be in another country and still think about you... like how i see flowers and wonder if they’d look good in your apartment.”
you looked around slowly at all the bouquets filling your home. we’re each bouquet of flowers a sign you didn’t notice?
he finally looked directly at you then, sharp eyes quieter than usual.
“i’m in love with you.”
your breath caught somewhere painfully in your chest. sae watched your expression carefully, shoulders tense enough to reveal how serious he actually was despite how calm he sounded.
“say something,” he muttered eventually.
you blinked once. “you bought me an entire flower shop before confessing?”
his face twisted immediately. “don’t make it weird.”
you laughed softly before you could stop yourself. he frowned at the sound, though his shoulders relaxed slightly afterward.
“i didn’t know how else to do it.”
and that was more romantic than the flowers themselves.
dating sae itoshi during your baby fever phase was simultaneously the best and worst thing that had ever happened to him.
because at first, he thought it was cute, really cute.
the first time it happened was when the two of you were grocery shopping together. you had stopped mid-walk beside a woman holding a baby, your entire expression softening instantly.
“sae,” you whispered dramatically, grabbing his sleeve. “look at its cheeks.”
sae glanced over once. “…it’s a baby.”
“exactly.”
he blinked slowly while you continued staring at the child like your life depended on it.
that should’ve been his warning sign. because after that, it escalated fast.
suddenly every baby you saw became a conversation, every tiny pair of shoes in store windows made you emotional. and somehow — every discussion ended with you talking about your future children.
his future children.
“our daughter would be adorable,” you sighed one evening while laying across sae’s chest.
sae looked down from his book calmly. “daughter?”
“mhm.”
“what happened to the son you wanted yesterday?”
you frowned thoughtfully. “we can have both.”
he stared at you for a long moment. “…you planned this out already?”
“obviously.”
the scary part? you absolutely had.
for an entire month, sae listened to increasingly concerning statements leave your mouth casually.
“our kids would have your eyelashes.”
“i think our son would be attached to you more.”
“do you think our daughter would get your hair color?”
“sae, imagine tiny little jerseys.”
at first he responded normally, then eventually he just started sighing deeply every time you opened your mouth.
“you’re thinking about babies again,” he muttered one night from the kitchen.
you gasped dramatically. “how did you know?”
“because you just showed me six baby videos in a row.”
“…they were cute videos.”
“one of them was literally just a baby sneezing.”
“and it was adorable.”
sae rubbed tiredly at his face while you smiled proudly from the couch.
affectionately annoyed. that was the only way to describe him lately. because despite all the complaining, he listened every single time, even when he pretended not to.
which unfortunately encouraged you further.
“do you think our kids would like football?” you asked suddenly one afternoon.
sae barely looked up from his phone. “with our genetics? they won’t have a choice.”
you burst into laughter instantly.
god.
he hated how much he liked hearing you laugh about things like this.
the worst part came during practice.
because sae had made the mistake of leaving his phone unlocked beside one of his teammates while showering.
which meant his teammates unfortunately saw your messages.
one of his teammates stared at the screen blankly.
“…why is she sending you tiny baby clothes.”
sae froze.
across the room, one of his teammates leaned over curiously.
“wait,” he snorted. “is itoshi getting baby trapped?”
“shut up,” sae replied immediately.
another teammate grinned. “nah this is insane. ‘sae look how cute this stroller is.’”
sae walked over instantly, snatching his phone away with the coldest glare imaginable. except unfortunately, his ears were slightly pink. which made everything worse.
“oh my god,” somebody laughed. “he’s embarrassed.”
“i’m not embarrassed.”
“you literally are.”
sae looked deeply unimpressed.
then his eyes dropped back toward his phone, another text from you.
you: sae look at this baby halloween costume ☹️
attached was the tiniest lion outfit he’d ever seen. there was a long pause, then slowly — the corners of sae’s mouth lifted slightly. small, barely noticeable, but there.
his teammates stared in horror.
“…he’s smiling at the baby costume,” somebody whispered.
sae immediately locked his phone.
“…none of you saw anything.”
but later that night, when you curled up beside him in bed and started rambling softly about how cute your future kids would be-
sae wrapped an arm around your waist quietly and pressed a kiss against your temple.
“…our daughter would definitely boss me around,” he murmured sleepily.
you froze, then slowly looked up at him with the brightest smile he’d ever seen. and instantly, he regretted feeding your baby fever even more.
a/n do yall know that one speed audio that goes ''aww so cute, so cute'' yeah that was playing in my head the entire time writing this. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!
2k followers event, request no. 14: After getting drunk for the first time in his life, Rin stops hiding how much he truly loves you by clinging, kissing and blurting out plans to marry you in the middle of the night.
It's past midnight when your phone starts vibrating.
You groan, still half-asleep, blindly reaching for it while the room remains dark except for the faint glow of your screen. You expect some useless group chat notification, but then you see the caller ID.
Meguru Bachira.
Your brows furrow instantly.
"...What the hell?"
The moment you answer, loud music explodes through the speaker hard enough to make you pull the phone away from your ear.
"HI!!"
You flinch. "Why are you screaming?!"
"It's URGENT!" Bachira yells back, sounding way too entertained for someone supposedly dealing with an emergency.
You sit up slowly, suddenly alert. "What happened?"
There's loud shuffling in the background. Someone is laughing. Someone else sounds like they're crying. You hear what suspiciously sounds like Shoei Barou threatening everyone.
Then Bachira lowers his voice dramatically.
"HE'S ASKING FOR YOU."
"Who?"
"RINNNNNNNN!"
Your stomach drops instantly.
Btachira starts cackling before you can even process it. "Your boyfriend, who is emotionally unavailable like seventy-seven percent of the time suddenly has the energy of a supernova because he's drunk out of his mind."
You freeze.
"Rin is WHAT?"
"Drunk," Bachira repeats gleefully. "We made a prank and he fell for it. And he's really a lightweight. We didn't even know this was physically possible."
In the background, you hear another commotion.
"RIN DON'T—"
Then his voice cuts through the noise.
"Where is she...?" Rin yells somewhere near the phone. "Tell her I want her here. Now."
Your soul leaves your body.
You throw the blanket off immediately.
"Oh my god."
Bachira snorts. "Yeah, come quickly. He's terrifying."
"I'm on my way."
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The second you step into the club, your senses get assaulted by flashing lights, vibrating bass, alcohol and chaos. And somehow, in the middle of all of it, Rin still stands out instantly.
Even though he is being physically restrained by Barou and Isagi.
You stop walking.
Your boyfriend, who's normally composed to the point of being emotionally constipated, is currently fighting two professional athletes because apparently the only thing he wants in life right now is you.
His dark hair is messy, falling into his eyes. His cheeks are noticeably flushed from alcohol. His black shirt is half untucked like he stopped caring hours ago.
And somehow that only makes him look even more unfairly attractive.
Barou looks one second away from murder.
"Hold him properly, idiot!"
"I am holding him!" Isagi snaps back while Rin nearly drags both of them forward.
Bachira notices you first and his grin becomes horrifyingly wide.
"Ohhhh," he sings. "Look who's here."
Rin's head lifts immediately.
The second his eyes land on you, everything about him changes.
He freezes completely and the irritation disappears from his face completely. His expression softens instantly, dark eyes locking onto yours with such overwhelming focus that your chest tightens.
Then suddenly—
"YOUUUUUUU!"
He practically launches himself across the room.
Barou curses violently. Isagi stumbles sideways. And Rin crashes into you hard enough to nearly make you fall.
But his arms wrap around your waist immediately, lifting you clean off the floor like you weigh nothing.
"I missed you," he mumbles directly into your neck, words slurring together. "So much."
Your face burns instantly.
"R-Rin, oh my god—"
He pulls back only enough to cup your face in both hands, squishing your cheeks together while staring at you with glassy eyes full of drunken affection.
"I love you," he announces loudly.
The entire nearby area goes silent for half a second and then everyone's phone immediately comes out.
You want to evaporate.
"I love you," he repeats with complete seriousness, like this is the most important confession of his life. "You're so pretty."
Rin ignores everything happening around him because he's too busy kissing you.
Messily, everywhere. Your lips, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck. He has absolutely no restraint or whatsoever now that he's drunk.
"I love you so much," he mutters between kisses, words warm against your skin. "Why weren't you here? I needed you."
You clutch the front of his shirt helplessly, completely overwhelmed by the fact that this is Rin, the same man who acts like hand-holding in public equals to scandal.
"I was home," you whisper desperately. "Rin, calm down—"
"No." The answer comes immediately. "I'm not calming down."
Then he kisses your cheek again.
"Not until I kiss you more."
Barou looks disgusted, Isagi is blushing, Bachira is whizzing, Reo is proudly recording without a care.
But then after a lot of pursuing they finally agrees to getting Rin into a cab.
Barou hurriedly opens the door of the cab while muttering about never pulling pranks on Rin again.
Isagi pushes Rin toward the seat with visible exhaustion.
And the second you climb into the cab, Rin immediately grabs you and drags you straight onto his lap.
"Mine," he mumbles, wrapping both arms around your waist possessively. "Stay."
"I'm literally right here."
"Good."
He buries his face in your chest immediately, arms tightening around you like he thinks you might disappear if he loosens his grip for even a second.
The city lights flicker through the windows while he absentmindedly traces lazy patterns against your waist.
Everything about him feels soft right now, so unlike the Rin everyone else knows.
Then suddenly he speaks again.
"You know..." he murmurs sleepily, "I'm gonna marry you."
You blink.
"...What?"
"I already planned it."
Your entire brain short-circuits.
"The ring," he continues seriously. "The proposal, the penthouse." He tilts his head up just enough to press a sloppy kiss against your jaw. "Two kids too."
Your heartbeat starts malfunctioning.
"A boy first," he says thoughtfully. "Then a girl."
You almost tear up.
"I wanna wake up with you every day." Another kiss. "Every morning." Another. "For the rest of my life."
You stare down at him in disbelief while he holds you like you're the only thing anchoring him to earth.
"You're so drunk," you whisper softly, running your fingers through his silky hair.
"And I still love you," he groans dramatically, hugging you tighter. "I always miss you. Even if you leave for like five minutes."
Your throat tightens painfully because he sounds so sincere, so vulnerable.
Rin nuzzles against your neck again, eyes half closed.
"I don't wanna hide it anymore," he mumbles quietly. "I just wanna love you."
And somehow that affects you more than everything else tonight.
Because sober Rin loves silently, through actions, protection, through the way he remembers every tiny thing about you.
But drunk Rin says it aloud like he physically can't hold it inside anymore.
By the time you finally get home, Rin is clinging to you so heavily that walking through the doorway becomes nearly impossible.
The second the door closes behind you, he grabs your wrist immediately.
"Bed," he says.
"You want to sleep?"
"No." His brows furrow like the suggestion offended him. "Want to hold you."
You laugh softly despite yourself and guide him toward the bedroom anyway. He stumbles dramatically before collapsing face-first onto the mattress with absolutely zero dignity.
Then he rolls over and opens his arms.
"Come here," he repeats with a VERY cute pout that can ruin nations.
And of course our heart doesn't survive it. So you lay down.
And the moment you lie down beside him, he wraps himself around you instantly like an oversized possessive cat.One arm slides around your waist, one hand disappears into your hair, one leg hooks over yours to trap you in place.
Then he exhales deeply against your shoulder like he can finally breathe properly again.
"God," he whispers, pressing slow kisses against your collarbone, "I love you so much."
You stroke his hair gently, unable to stop smiling.
"You're cute when you're drunk."
"I'm cute always," he mumbles immediately. "You're the one who says that."
You laugh quietly.
"Okay, yeah. True."
He lifts his head slightly then, staring at you through heavy-lidded eyes and suddenly the teasing expression disappears completely.
"Please don't leave me," he whispers.
Your chest aches instantly.
You cup his face carefully, brushing your thumb against his flushed cheek.
"I'm not leaving, ever."
Rin studies your expression for a few quiet seconds like he's making sure you mean it.
Then finally, slowly, he relaxes.
"Good," he murmurs.
He leans forward and presses a lingering kiss against your forehead, slow and warm and full of sleepy affection.
"You're my everything."
A few minutes later his words start slurring together from exhaustion but even while half-asleep, he still reaches for your hand.Still brings it to his lips.
Still presses one final sleepy kiss against your palm.
"I'm gonna marry you," he murmurs weakly. "Even if I gotta fight the whole world first."
Then his grip loosens slightly as sleep finally drags him under.
And you're left lying there in the dim quiet of your room, staring at your sleeping boyfriend while your entire face burns.
Because you've realize that youre too are completely, hopelessly gone for him.
why won’t his mii get married with you? he has been laying in his bed for hours trying to get the two fictional characters to marrying eachother but stuck at “sweethearts” he’s actually not in the mood playing this, but addicted cause the interactions between the two of you keeps him company when you’re not here.
he tried his best, forcing the two to meet eachother every single second they turned away and hoping that they’d eventually wanna marry eachother so that he can do this. but nope, it took him hours, even days to finally get the chance, and when he did, his face turns into a frown when he failed the minigame to get them to get married. “this game is such a hassle.”
he changed positions, even playing while eating to just get this game done with. so imagine his face when he successfully married you; the greatest sigh of his life. the cutscenes played as he got a small smile at how his mii looks at yours. at this time, you were sleeping beside him so he showed the nintendo screen to you, and you chuckled at how cute it was. “aww that’s so cute.”
“i’m gonna give them a baby.” he looked at you as he said that and you nodded, “that’d be sweet, sei.” he nodded, and so he’s gonna spend atleast another day at this game despite almost deleting it when they didn’t wanna get married to one another. “oh yeah, i’m surprised you kept that game for long.” you pointed out and he shrugged. “it’s a hassle, but it’s a good game. i guess.” he mumbled and you smiled as he laid his head on your lap as you ran your fingers through it.
dry humping with nagi seishiro is always hot and messy!
ᝰ. PAIRING: nagi x fem!reader
ᝰ. contains : dry humping, cumming in pants, nagi is lazy and dirty what a surprise, nagi likes watching you struggle and thats it ig.
ᝰ. wc : 635 ⎯⎯ oneshot
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . naz : made this within one day ru guys proud, icl idk how to feel ab this and im in my feelings so i might post a bit more bllk stuff idk no promises. sorry for any mistakes or grammatical errors and this aint proofread either bye. enjoy !!
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He is lazily biting and sucking on your neck while his huge hands roam down your body, from pinching and twisting your sore nipples through your tank top to guiding your hips and ass against his soaked boxers. Your panties are barely hanging on as you roll against him, cunt aching and begging for his length as more slick rushes out of you.
''babyy, it aches so baddd'' you whine against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling more irritated by the second. This wasn't even your initial plan; you just wanted to be fucked dumb, but because of your stupid boyfriend's tiredness, here you are, placed on top of his lap, rocking against his hard member while his half-dazed eyes bore into yours.
''you're so impatient and lazy, you can't go one day without me doing all the work?'' he questioned, unimpressed, stretching your tank top down with one finger before licking around the bud of your breasts and popping it inside his mouth, earning a gasp from you.
" sei, for the love of god, stop being a fucking dick'' you snap as you press down harshly against him, already tugging at his boxers. He stays unfazed at your burst out as he watches his saliva dripping down your breasts.
''oh?'' he smirks coolly, staring at your flushed cheeks and frustration building up on your face as you still couldn't cum yet. The pressure kept building up, but it was taking you nowhere. Your head was spinning, your throat was dry, and he could see it. That's what turned him on more, seeing his pretty girl struggle to cum without his help.
Nagi hooked his fingers around your wrist before pushing you down on the couch roughly and towering over you. He pinned both of your wrists above your head as he yanked the drenched underwear off, letting the cool air hit your throbbing pussy. You choked out a moan when you felt his hard tip poking through the fabric of his boxers, grazing over your swollen clit.
''are you close already?'' he pouted, seeing your mouth fall agape as he pushed his clothed tip near your entrance. You tighten your legs around his waist as he rolls vigorously against you, whimpering. You can feel Nagi's finger find its way to your clit before rubbing frantically, chasing your pleasure. Your moans get louder as you clench around his tip, rubbing at your entrance.
''please dont stop'' you sobbed as you gripped his biceps, feeling your abdomen tighten. Pulling you closer, he crashes his lips against you, swallowing your sounds. His tongue forces it ways inside yours, swiftly tangling against yours. Drool mixed with his drips down your chin and neck as he lifts one of your legs higher and pushes as deep as he can.
You couldn't even warn him before your liquid gushed out, splattering all across his tight boxers. The filthy noises of slick got louder as he chased his high while roughly squeezing the flesh of your thigh. You tilted your head slightly, giving him the signal to bite down on your neck while he cums.
''fuck fuck fuck'' he whimpered as he rutted against you. He stared at the warm seed slowly leaking out of his boxers and smearing against your thighs.
Nagi connected his lips with you once more, but this time, soft and delicate, as if he was savouring the moment. However, you could barely keep up as exhaustion washed over you as well.
'' so pretty'' he mumbled, kissing your cheeks '' i will fuck you good later hm?''
''we should probably clean up...'' your voice trailed off, feeling sticky.
''in a bit'' he whispered as he collapsed on your chest, a faint smile displaying on his face.
mid-makeout session and togame jo asked you if you hated that he cut his hair.
a few days ago, he had just came home one afternoon with the back of his hair gone. without consulting you because he had done it on a whim (not that he needed to anyway).
your hands started to worm their way to the nape of his neck ever since he had his haircut. either to lightly scratch the freshly trimmed stubble or to simply trace your fingers softly that its almost ticklish. it didn't matter where you were, it didn't matter what you were doing. if he was comfortable and close to you, your hand was on his neck.
when togame thought about it, all of it seemed to lead that you didn't like it. and with that in mind, he was still debating to himself whether he regretted the decision or not.
"do you hate that i cut my hair?" you blinked in surprise before smiling softly.
"i don't." you let out a short exhale through your nose, caressing his nape yet again.
"you do." his brows furrow the slightest bit as he slumps back deeper on the couch, hands move from your hips to your thighs with you straddling his lap. "it's like you're mourning," he added.
"ok, that's a bit much." a chuckle leaves your lips as you lean forward to land kisses along his cheek and jaw.
"then what is it?" he huffs, tilting his head as if to encourage what you're doing.
your mouth moves down to his neck before you stop and rest your head on his shoulder. you let out another sigh before whispering, "i'm just gonna really miss tugging your hair."
his mouth gapes open a bit before emitting an amused chuckle. he rolls his eyes and holds your chin up to kiss you, smiling against your lips. "it's not like all my hair is gone." his free hand takes your wrist and guides the hand already on his neck further up. to the back of his head untouched by his barber's electric razor. "you'll get used to it."
Note: short drabble, (character of your choice) x reader
Imagine him holding onto your legs and pushing them against your chest, getting you into the mating press position and then sliding his dick back in slowly. Once he bottoms out inside you, he huffs and leans in close to your fucked out drooling face and chuckle and says in a mocking voice, "aw is my baby already dumb from two orgasms? Tch, it's a pity cause I'm not even close to being done yet" And with that he starts a rough hard pace, rocking your body with every thrust. You moan his name with broken syllables with every thrust of his dick, clenching your pussy around him, making him moan in turn. One of his hand reaches up to cup your face and he kisses you so softly yet with so much passion similar to his hard thrusts which start going faster now. As you both break away from the kiss, his hands wraps around your neck, while his other hand goes to your clit, rubbing hard circles making you feel even more overstimulated than before. A cry of his name falls from your lips due to his action. Both entirely lost in the pleasure, you being a moaning drooling mess and him a beast chasing his high. Thrusting his hips harder into you, he cums deep inside you, triggering your own orgasm. Laying his head onto your chest, squishing his face into your breast and slowly taking one of them into his mouth, he slowly starts sucking and biting your breast,while he is still buried deep inside you. You cry out in exhaustion, body still sensitive and mind still foggy from the orgasm. But he's still rolling his hips into you, his dick becoming hard again, ready to go another round. You whimper at the motion. Way too sensitive to go yet another round, but in a twisted way, still enjoying it.
