notes/cw/tw: no warnings! pure fluff and chaos maybe , smau format (twitter) , user @/unanana is reader! , all pictures are taken from pinterest and are not mine! reader is afab/fem presenting or coded
— isagi yoichi
— bachira meguru
— nagi seishiro
— reo mikage
— itoshi sae
— itoshi rin
— shidou ryusei
a/n: had fun making this smau but the layout was HELL, anyways enough with the smaus timw to open thta isagi draft..
taglist: @dontlickmyfeetplz @cosmorainpuddle @owltrace (three of you now🌹🌹🥰😍👽)
SYNOPSIS the blue lock boys reacting to this tweet you put out on your main accidentally
STARRING isagi, rin, shidou, sae, bunny x f!chubby!reader
tw : ed!!! mentions of starving, comfort and fluffff
a/n : so hahahahahhahaa imightbelowkenuinelydelvingintothedeepdarkwatersofeatingdisorders haahahahahahhahaa ijustwannabeheld hahahahaha
isagi yoichi
you wake up to 47 missed calls from isagi and your notifications exploding.
he's already at your door at 7 a.m., still in training sweats, hair messy from running over after morning practice.
he doesn't even say hi — just pulls you into a crushing hug the second you open the door.
"why didn't you tell me it was this bad?" his voice is muffled against your shoulder, shaking a little.
"i thought… i thought we talked about everything. that friend? she's just chigiri's sister. i didn't even notice— fuck, i'm so stupid."
you mumble apologies, embarrassed, but he pulls back, cups your face, eyes intense like he's on the pitch reading an opponent's move.
"no starving. no skipping. we're eating breakfast right now. together. and you're telling me every time your brain does this shit so i can shut it down."
he kisses your forehead hard.
"i love every part of you. every. part. don't you dare try to change for anyone — especially not some random comparison."
he spends the whole day glued to you: cooking, forcing bites, soft forehead kisses every time you hesitate.
by night he's tweeting a vague "my girl is perfect, don't test me!!!!" with a pic of your intertwined hands — just in case it was those chronically online fuckers who made you insecure.
itoshi rin
rin sees it during cooldown stretches. his phone buzzes once — he ignores it. then the group chat (isagi + teammates, in his mind) starts spamming screenshots.
he goes dead silent for three hours. you get a single text: "come to my place. now."
when you arrive he's on the couch, arms crossed, staring at the wall like it's offended him.
"you think starving fixes anything?" voice flat, but his jaw is clenched so tight you see the muscle jump.
you blink in confusion before your eyes widen. stupid twitter update changed the logout settings! you try to explain — accident, private vent, insecurity flare-up — but he cuts you off.
"delete the tweet." pause. "no — don't. let everyone see how stupid it is." he stands, towers over you, and you're pouting, before he unexpectedly pulls you against his chest.
his heartbeat is racing under your ear.
"i'm yours. i chose you. not her. not anyone skinnier, taller, shorter whatever. if you starve, you're hurting what's mine. don't do that again."
he doesn't say "i love you" — he never does it easily — but he doesn't let go for the rest of the night.
makes you sit on his lap while he reviews match footage, hand firm on your thigh like an anchor. later, in bed, he murmurs against your neck: "next time you feel like that, wake me up. i'll remind you who you belong to until you believe it."
shidou ryusei
shidou retweets it immediately with "LMaOOOO baby nOOO 😭🔥" and a string of crying-laughing emojis + fire.
then calls you screaming-laughing: "yo you juSt Exposed your ed arc oN main? anD my ASShole friends are quoting it with thirst traPs of stupId skinny models Cuz — m gonna kill em."
he's at your place in under 30 minutes, bursting in with takeout bags from three different places: burgers, ramen, ice cream, onigiri — chaos food.
"starve? over my dead body." he shoves a fry in your mouth before you can protest. "look at me — i'm built like a goddamn tank and i eat like one too. you think im not gonna miss the way your ass jiggles every time i hit it or what :( i want my girl thick OK."
he pulls you onto the couch, straddles your hips reverse-style so you're facing him, and force-feeds you bites while ranting
by the end of the night he's live-tweeting (on a burner) "my gf tried to starve bc of some stick figure — joke's on her, i'm feeding her back to thicc status AYAYAY 🍔💪" with pics of you mid-bite, looking mortified but smiling.
he doesn't let you skip a single meal after that. ever.
itoshi sae
sae doesn't tweet. doesn't call. doesn't text.
he just… shows up at your apartment at 2 a.m. (he has a key you gave him "just in case").
you're half-asleep when the bedroom light flicks on. he's standing there in his coat, expression blank but eyes sharp.
"get up." voice low. "kitchen."
you follow, confused. he starts pulling ingredients — rice, eggs, veggies — and cooks silently. perfect tamagoyaki, miso soup, grilled fish. places it all in front of you.
"eat."
you stare. "sae—"
"eat." firmer. "then explain why my girlfriend thinks disappearing is an option because of someone irrelevant."
you break down mid-bite — the accidental post, the insecurity, how you thought he wouldn't see. he listens without interrupting, arms crossed.
when you're done he sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose.
"you're an idiot." softens immediately after. "but you're my idiot." corny ahh mf
he reaches across, tucks hair behind your ear. "i don't care about skinny. i care about you being healthy enough to keep up with me. on the pitch, in bed, in life."
he stays the night. feeds you the last bites himself.
in the morning he posts one story (rare for him): a photo of two empty plates and your hand in his, captioned simply "her."
no explanation. fans lose their minds. message received.
bunny iglesias
bunny's chilling after training when his phone pings — a mutual follower dms the screenshot with "bro your girl ok??"
he reads it once. twice. then bolts upright.
next thing you know your door's banging. you open to bunny in full kit still, hair sweaty, eyes wide and frantic.
"¿que cojones es esto?" (what the fuck is this?)
he holds up his phone, so baffled that his voice keeps switching between spanish and english. "starve? tomorrow? over a friend? mi amor, no."
he's on you in seconds — picks you up bridal-style, carries you to the couch like you weigh nothing (he's 191cm of pure muscle after all!)
"no. no no no." he sets you down gently but doesn't let go, cradles your face. "you think you're not enough? for me? poor ol' me?"
he presses kisses all over your face — forehead, cheeks, nose, lips — rapid-fire.
he pulls out his phone, films a quick video (in spanish at first, switches to english): "escuchen, todos — my girlfriend is perfect. if you make her feel less, we have problems. gracias." posts it publicly. EMBARRASSING AHH MF
then spends the night cooking paella from scratch ("real food, not starving food"), feeding you bites, whispering in your ear how beautiful you are, how lucky he is.
by morning he's got you laughing again — and a promise
synopsis: in your relationship with rin, you've always been the affectionate one. the touchy one. the clingy one. so one day, you pull back from touching him so much, and it kills him.
notes: "jisu isnt this idea oddly similar to this katsuki fic you just wrote? BOY SYBAU MY BLOG I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.
you always touch first.
you’re the one who loops your arms around him from behind. the one who squishes his cheeks in your hands and calls him pretty. the one who laces your fingers with his while he’s mid-sentence like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
rin calls you clingy.
he says it with a sigh, with a roll of his eyes, with a “god, again?” when you kiss the tip of his nose.
he grumbles and looks to the side, but he never pulls away.
so you thought it was okay.
until you start wondering. what if he’s just tolerating it? what if he just doesn’t know how to tell you to stop?
you don’t bring it up. you just… stop.
quietly.
no more casual touches. no more kisses on the cheek. no more spontaneous hand-holding or forehead pokes or clinging to his arm while he scrolls his phone or as you walk.
at first, rin doesn’t notice. not really. he thinks maybe you’re just tired. maybe you’re distracted.
but two days pass.
then three.
and then he realizes something’s wrong.
you still smile at him the same way. still talk to him, still text, still sit beside him on the couch.
but you keep your hands to yourself. you don’t lean on him when you laugh. you don’t reach for him. at all.
and it’s driving him crazy.
he’s sitting next to you now, knees barely brushing, and he’s sweating. his hands twitch in his lap. he glances at you from the corner of his eye and you’re looking down at your phone, legs tucked up under yourself, completely unaware of the war he’s waging inside.
he wants to touch you so bad he feels nauseous.
goddamnit, he feels so.. needy. but he can't even bring himself to care much.
he wants to feel you. in any way, shape, or form. just wants to feel your warmth against his.
but he’s never had to be the one to start it. he doesn’t know how.
what if you pull away? what if you don’t want it anymore?
his throat’s dry. his heartbeat’s stupid.
he gives in.
“…are you mad at me?”
you blink up at him. “what?”
he looks away instantly. cheeks dusted pink. “you’re not… doing your usual.. stuff. it's weird. so i figured you were mad.”
you frown a little. “you mean the clingy stuff?”
his eyes flick to you, then away. “…yeah.”
you’re quiet for a second too long.
he panics.
“i didn’t mean it like that,” he says quickly. “i didn’t..! i-it's not annoying. i don’t want you to stop.” the words tumble out like he's been holding them in his whole life.
you look at him, surprised. “you don’t?”
he groans softly, dragging a hand over his face like he’s peeling it off. “i just say that because i've never really had it before. but i like it. i just don’t know how to ask for it. okay? i don’t know how to do that stuff. but you do, and i got used to it, and now you’re not doing it and it’s-” he cuts himself off, looking everywhere but at you. “…i miss it.”
you stare at him.
he looks miserable.
“…you miss me being clingy?” you say slowly.
he mutters, “don’t call it that,” but he’s blushing so hard now.
you try to hold back your smile. really, you do, but you can’t.
“so you like when i hang off you all the time.”
he groans again, turning his face into the couch cushion. “shut up.”
"aweeee, did my rinnie misssss me? he wants to be held?"
"shut up!" his face is on fire. he can't bring himself to look anywhere near your eyes.
you scoot closer. he tenses.
you lean in gently and press your forehead to his temple.
“i thought i was annoying you.”
he breathes in, shaky. “never.”
“so i can be clingy again?”
his answer is immediate.
“yes.”
but then, after a beat:
“but let me try, too.”
you blink. “try what?”
he reaches out with a hand that’s awkward, hesitant, and gently laces your pinkies together.
he won’t look at you. his ears are so red.
you smile so softly it hurts.
and you squeeze his hand back.
he sighs, relieved, and rests his head on your shoulder like he’s finally home.
Rin loves biting things. No matter what it is— the second it’s in his vicinity and Rin is oh-so sureee that nobody is watching him he’ll start nibbling on it. Whether it be the hem of his football jersey or the stick of a popsicle, trust me when I say that it’ll definitely be coated in his drool when he’s done with it.
This habit of his even extends from shirts and sticks to you. A living breathing person.
You like to refer to yourself as one of Rin’s victims. One of his many victims.
Occasionally, when you're casually scrolling on your phone, not really paying any attention to your surroundings Rin will sneak up on you. Stand still for a second while he watches you in your element. His eyes narrow before he goes in for a taste.
You feel Rins tongue drag across your neck, preparing the area and before you can even let out a sound—
Chomp.
He’ll bite down.
“Seriously Rin, what are you doing?” You sigh as you close your phone.
Still with his teeth sunk into your skin he tries to string together a sentence. As if you can understand him. “Ahm bihin yu” (I’m biting you).
“And why are you biting me?”
“Ahm juhf hunghr” (I’m just hungry).
However Rin's unexpected yet adorable biting habit can be of help at times. Regardless of how perverse it is. You reached the conclusion that Rin’s problem isn’t biting but actually a need for oral stimulation. Even if that stimulation comes from rather lewd ways, anyway—
His little quirk even shines through during his countless matches. It’s something he’s well known for at this point— “the sticking out his tongue when he becomes extremely focused” thing he does.
A chuckle would typically escape your lips when you’d see the expressions of Rin’s teammates and foes alike morph into that of distress. Either at the magnificent performance he’s about to pull off or that his tongue is hanging out in the open.
One day you hope to gather up everybody who’s gone through remotely anything that has to do with Rin and his mouth— biting, his tongue slipping out or all the harsh words he spews out and form a “Victims of Itoshi Rin” alliance. Fingers crossed that it’ll be enough to put an end to his reign of terror.
feauturing: bf!itoshrin x fem!reader
contains: swearing, shidou and rin, mentions of breeding, mature language, banter.
a/n: long-awaited request i stayed up at night to finish this, ignore typos and that drawing in one of the ss idk how that happened, and this was fun to make, might do one for nagi soon. enjoy!
Going wedding dress shopping with Itoshi Rin is awful // fluff
(Sae x f!reader)
“How do you like this one?”
Rin shrugs, “It’s lukewarm.”
“You said that about the last three as well!”
“Because it’s true.”
You roll your eyes and look at yourself in the huge mirror.
You’re wearing a big, beautiful dress with lots of ruffles which is tight around the waist paired with opera gloves.
“I like it. What do you think Sae will think?”
“Isn’t his opinion meaningless? It’s your wedding dress and your wedding.”
You pout, “Rinnie, you’re just the sweetest person on earth.”
Rin grunts. “Doesn’t mean I like that one.”
With a big sigh, you turn around and walk to the changing room with the help of the sales lady.
The next dress you’re trying on, is a tight, beautiful satin dress. It’s more simple than the ones you’ve tried before, but just as gorgeous.
A big smile widens across your face as you look at yourself in the mirror, “This one’s beautiful.”
“It’s awful.”
You gasp, “Rin! I find it very pretty.”
“You have bad taste then. Proven by your choice of man.”
That makes you roll your eyes.
“I picked one last one, Rinnie. If that’s not good, we’ll have to go to another store.”
He nods and exhales loudly. You know exactly that he just acts like he doesn’t want this. Sae told you how much Rin adores you.
The last dress is by far the most expensive.
It’s made out of beautiful white satin with small details and the material is bound around your torso tightly.
The rest of the dress falls straight to your ankles, small gemstones and flower embroidery continue on the way down. A bunch of satin slings around your waist, in a slightly different material, held together by a gorgeous clip, making the dress look like one of a princess.
“Wow…” you turn around to look at yourself from every angle. “Rinnie, I love this one.”
After a moment of silence, Rin nods. “It’s the best one yet.”
You gasp again, this time out of excitement. “You like it?? That’s amazing, Rin! We’ll take it!”
And that’s how Sae ended up paying 4000$ for your Dress.
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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
can i request what rin is like with baby fever? i love ur fics sm btw 😭🫶
You should've known it'd get worse.
This obsession?
It started with a baby.
More specifically: you holding one.
Your cousin's daughter— barely a year old— had waddled straight into your arms at a family gathering. You smiled, nuzzling her soft cheek, cooing something sweet.
And Rin?
He froze.
Mid-conversation, mid-breath— eyes following you like he'd just seen something he couldn't unsee. His jaw clenched, silence wrapping around him like a fuse ready to burn.
That night, in the car, he's quiet. Too quiet.One hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on your thigh. His thumb strokes once, twice— steady, thoughtful.
You glance at him. "Rin?"
He doesn't answer at first. Just breathes slowly through his nose, eyes fixed ahead.
Then, low and rough— "You looked good holding her."
You blink. "Who?"
"That baby."
You laugh softly. "She's adorable."
He exhales through his nose, shaking his head. "Not what I meant."
You frown, turning toward him. "Then what do you mean?"
His fingers tighten slightly on your thigh.
"You looked like... someone's mom."
You laugh again, nervous this time. "Rin—"
"I want it." His voice drops, quiet but certain.
You pause. "Want what?"
Finally, he looks at you— eyes soft yet intense. "A baby. Ours."
The air in the car thickens. You swallow, caught between shock and the strange warmth blooming in your chest.
Later, when you're curled in bed together, his head rests against your stomach. He presses a soft kiss there, lingering like it's something sacred.
"Rin," you murmur, fingers in his hair, "you're getting obsessed again."
"I already am," he says simply, face pressed against your belly and voice muffled against your skin. "It's not new."
You smile. "You're serious, aren't you?"
He lifts his head, gaze steady. "I don't say things I don't mean."
You arch a brow. "So what's the plan, then?"
"Keep you safe. Take care of you. Make love without protection. And then maybe one day, you'll start to eat for two."
Your breath catches. The way he says it — not lustful, not possessive, just Rin: quiet, matter-of-fact, full of longing he doesn't know how to hide anymore.
"Don't take it tonight," he whispers.
You blink groggily. "What? Pills?"
He looks at you— really looks. There's no demand, no impatience. Just a quiet kind of hope.
"Let's just see what happens," he says, almost shyly. "Only if you want to."
Your chest tightens. You nod.
His lips press to your temple. "My wife," he murmurs, voice softer than you've ever heard.
You fall asleep with his hand over your stomach— the same hand that always reaches for you first, even in dreams.
he stares at the cat when he comes into your apartment for the first time. he doesn’t mind him, he can ignore him and that’s no problem for him — until he realises your cat is the most annoying and clingy thing towards you.
anywhere you go? he follows you around and rubs himself against your leg, purring the moment you pet him. you’re in the kitchen? the cat is laying on the table, hoping you give him a piece of something. you’re cuddling on the couch? the cat is on your lap and, if cats could glare, he would be doing it to sae. god, even when you’re making out. your pants are gone, also his shirt is, your moaning into his kisses and begging him to touch you — but when the cat jumps onto the mattress and meows softly? all your attention is on that stupid fluffy animal that seems to turn you down, “not in front of the baby” you say when sae gropes your ass trying to pull you close again.
“are you seriously letting that furry ball blue ball me?” he stares at you, deadpan expression and composed demeanour despite his cock aching in his pants. “i’ll make it up to you later, okay?” you press a soft kiss against his lips and go with the cat to check what he needs.
itoshi rin
in this case, the cat is his. he loves his cat, but you do it more. each time he invites you to his apartment, you’re attached to the cat while rin watches from afar how you spoil it.
“didn’t know you had a new boyfriend” he mutters when you both lay on his couch, your lap occupied with the animal. you stare at him and rest your head on his chest, “he’s not my boyfriend, he’s our baby”
rin gulps and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer before kissing your head gently. “you’re so cheesy” he whispers amused, but it does nothing to hide his flushed cheeks. you chuckle and start kissing him, slow at first and then slightly hungrier. his hand on your back makes your way up to your nape to pull you even closer against his mouth, tongue grazing against your lower lip as if asking for entrance.
all that is ruined the moment your cat purrs against you, curled up on your lap. you start rambling about how cute it is and how much you love your baby. rin just stares at the wall, biting his lower lip and keeping his throbbing cock in his pants.
nagi seishiro
he hates your cat deliberately. he’s not shy or embarrassed about it, he told you the moment he met her. she’s a vicious cat who scratches him and once pissed on his gaming chair (he will never tell you the part where he didn’t notice and sat on the chair. his favourite pants were drenched).
so when you move on with him to his house, he glares at the pet carrier you’re holding. he can see her face, how her blue eyes would be glaring at him if he could. you never notice, saying it’s just him imagining things and you state that your cat loves him. it actually offends him.
“‘m too tired, relax me a bit after unpacking so many boxes” you whisper a few hours later when you’re both laying on his big couch as you climb onto his lap to straddle him. he’s more than happy to comply. he lets you kiss his neck as you grind against him, his hands roaming over your body and groping your ass before sneaking one hand between your inner thighs, rubbing two fingers against your clothed core. you moan, and heat surrounds both of you as you whine against his neck, “need you”
he’s about to shrug off his clothes when a loud sound breaks the atmosphere. a plant pot breaking against the floor. he quickly gets up and you follow him, just to find your cat sitting on the table where choki was. now, the cactus is broken on the floor.
“told you. your cat is a monster and now a killer”
