#blue lock x m!reader

[atsullia]

𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍

Pairing(s): Reo Mikage x male!reader

Author Note: woah, my first male reader fic since Idk uh July 2022. Damn that's a long ass time ago. The fic more shows Reo pov than the reader. I feel like this fic might flop despite working hours on it.

Summary: Reo fell in love with a boy. And that boy was you. Apparently, he wanted to be more than just friends, but what about you?

Warning(s): Angst? Swearing. Reader is a male, which was already stated on the pairing. Idk what else to put.

The sound of the bell ringing filled the hallway with its noise, making students stop what they were doing and make their way to class. As you headed to class with your friends, you waved goodbye to Reo, a good friend of yours.

The smile on Reo's face turned into a frown as he watched you walk away with your friends, seeing how happy you were with people who weren't him. 'Fuck- why am I even sulking..? We're not even together.' The purple-haired boy thought to himself. He felt a sense of dread, seeing you disappear from his sight. You two weren't even together, which made Reo feel more frustrated about himself.

As he walked to class, his mind was filled with thoughts about you, a boy he had fallen in love with. Seeing you with other people, how you would smile towards them, he felt jealous but knew he didn't have the right to be jealous.

"He only sees me as his friend..." Reo sighed as he sat down in his chair, waiting for the teacher. You plagued his mind to the point that he couldn't focus in class. Reo cursed you in his mind, 'Stupid [Name].. his stupid face.. and his stupid smile..', but no matter how hard he tried, his feelings for you never faded－ if anything, his love for you deepened. He really looked like an idiot, sulking over somebody he thought he'd never get. No, he knows he will never get...

He doesn't know how it happened. He was admiring you from afar when suddenly he found himself in front of you. It's something about the smile you give him that melts his heart. It was obvious he had fallen in love with youー he could listen to you for hours without getting bored.

The way you hold his hand whenever you two hang out always makes his heart skip a beat.

Reo chuckles softly as he walks with you, holding your hand, not wanting to let it go. He looks at you and smiles playfully. "Y'know, I love your eyes," he commented, wanting to tease you a bit. "Can I have them?"

You couldn't help but snort a laughter at that, seeing how Reo smiled in a playful manner as he said something corny. "Pfft- of course not," you scoffed and nudged his side, looking at him with a smirk, "but your kids can."

Reo blushed as he didn't know what you meant by thatー like, huh? Kids?! He felt his heart getting faster as you said that. The sound of your laughter cut his thoughts as you nudged him, "Chill dude- I was just kidding." Oh.. you were just joking around, huh... should have guessed that...

Reo sighed, rolling his eyes at you as he pouted. Both Reo and you liked to tease each other, which Reo knew well, but he hoped there was something, wanting the teasing to have a deeper meaning.

It frustrates him so much because you gave him so many mixed signals. It was impossible for him to stay mad at you... not when your laugh gave him so much joy and serotonin.

"Ack-!" Reo yelped as he felt cold hands on his face. He looked at you, the perpetrator.

Your cheeky grin, the way you stared at him with your cold hands cupping his face, "You're pretty Reo... like really pretty."

Reo felt his face warm up from your words. Although he knew your words were sincere, he also knew they were expressed more in a platonic way.

But right now, he could only dream of being with you. Seeing you smile like this, how you would stare at him with a happy expression and cupping his face. He felt his heart beating fasterー he wanted this moment to never end.

Talking to each other every night until either you or Reo becomes tired, eating ice cream together on the street, feeding stray cats, holding hands...

"But in the end..." Reo sighed as he texted you good night and turned off his phone. "I'm just a friend... because I'm not even special to you..."

...

"That's why... I won't sulk anymore. We're not even together, so what's the point..." Reo clenched his fist tightly, his lips trembling as he held his tears back. "I won't get jealous anymore since I'm just a friend anyway..."

He doesn't want to sulk anymore, not wanting to be stupid. Staring at you from afar with a dejected expression, feeling his heart shattered as he watched you with her.

How you smiled at her, holding both of her hands, laughing over something... just like you did with him. But there was something different between him and her... he was just a friend to you and nothing more.

She was flawless, her well-brushed hair, gentle eyes and how she made you smile, and the most significant part was, she was a girl unlike Reo... there's no way he could compete with her. Regardless of how painful it may be, he had a feeling from the beginning that you were straight and wouldn't love a boy like him.

He won't get jealous anymore, even though he loves you...

'Kahit mahal kita... gago.' (Even though I love you, stupid <3)

[choccorin]

nagi would call you a panda if you have eyebags / dark circles. he doesn't mean it in a mean way, in fact, he finds pandas absolutely adorable and you're adorable so it fits. he'd squish your cheeks while calling you my little panda in a baby voice. also, he calls himself the bamboo to your panda .. he's just silly like that.

[iid-smile]

★★ RUSSIAN ROULETTE ⋆

CHAPTER 01 — MiSFiT

series m.list — next >>

content — itoshi rin x gn!reader, spiderman au, crack (its not funny 🙁), bickering, basically just a lil intro of spiderman and the readers friendship, heights, lil mentions of motion sickness, a tiny tiny bit suggestive if you squint but nothing too obvious, protective rin, also mean rin

wc — 1.2k (+0.4k)

a/n — since im planning on having rin being both in and out of his suit, im just gonna call him spiderman when he's actually spiderman to the reader (youll get what i mean l8r) also can we take about how the masterlist actually suits rins colours and this doesn't? there was no way i was going to sit there and edit each and every one of my headers so it would look more like rin's suit. nuh uh... yes anyways me thinks i'll introduce the real rin and the reader in the next chapter

it was both a blessing and a curse to say that you've met spiderman more times than anyone else in japan. that's minus the fake ones at mall meet and greets by the way. time and time again, he comes to rescue you, whether that be in a real life or death situation, or minor inconveniences when you're out and about.

he's like a little guardian angel, but add in an insult every other minute.

once again, he's saved your life, effortlessly swooping in at the perfect moment and pulling you out of a sticky situation that could have ended (not) very badly. you weren't in any dire danger at all, but it's too late to say that when you're already hundreds of feet into the air that you really could've handled it yourself.

as he gripped onto you by the waist, a rush of adrenaline surged through your veins, sending your heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. the wind whipped around you, and the world blurred in a dizzying, blinding dance of colours and light as he spun you effortlessly.

thank god this wasn’t your first time being swung around like this, otherwise you would've been guaranteed to get motion sickness. okay, maybe you are, but still, you couldn’t help but marvel at how he seemed unfazed by all of the comotion. your squeals of terror echoed in his ears as you clung to him, feeling as if you're going to teeter out of his grasp.

sure, you could have easily sidestepped the trouble if you were watching where you were going, but there's nothing better than a pair of strong arms protecting you from any and all sorts of harm. and what better way was there to draw him in than to create a moment where he feels like the hero?

well, he is a hero, just... not a very... good one.

as you finally approach an open clearing where you're unlikely to smash into a skyscraper, you build up the courage to properly open your eyes, taking in the busy streets and traffic below you. this doesn't feel real at all.

"you're unlike anyone i've ever met, spidey!" you yell loud enough for him to hear you as he cuts through gusts of wind. your hands manage to land on his shoulders, lifting yourself up more for a better view. as scary as it was, you knew he wouldn't drop you.

spiderman's heart starts to pick up from the simple, random declaration, already beating ten times faster than it was before. put it on a scale; it's about as fast as... um... it's really fast. was this the moment he's been waiting for?

"what do you mean?" he tries to keep his voice as even as possible, not letting the anticipation get to him as he awaits your answer. the side of your face was now pressed against his, allowing the both of you to speak normally.

"you're weird as hell!"

oh.

his expression immediately drops back to his usual scowl behind the mask. was that supposed to be a compliment, or..? that was the only word that came to mind in your tiny word bank, apparently. his eyes narrow as he avoids yet another shortcut back to your apartment, opting to take the "safer" way.

not very safe when he purposely makes a hard left, leaving your body threatening to slip out of his hold with your fingers digging into his suit. this guy is a piece of shit. "i don't think you can say that when this is the third day in a row that i've had to save you." he grumbled.

your grin turns sour, pursing your lips and squinting your eyes as you look off to the side in mock offence. if he's gonna play this game, then there's no way in hell you're backing down. "i don't think you can say that when you literally saved me from a piece of gum."

"you were stuck to the road."

"it was blocked off and under construction."

"and you know how quickly construction workers work. what if you got buried under concrete?"

"i wouldn't!"

"of course not." he flatly replies, though his arm tightens around your waist. "you're hard to miss." (he meant that in a good way, but it came out wrong. cons of having a grumpy voice)

wow. isn't he so sweet? "fuck you!" you hiss, kicking your legs to throw him off balance, but it only makes you feel worse. you want to lift your hand, hit him or just do something, but it's like it's glued onto him. "do you want me to start screaming?"

"please don't."

"i will—"

"no." the last thing he wanted was to go deaf from your voice in his ears. was it too late to add in a noise cancelling feature to his mask?

still, he makes another risky decision to swing underneath a bridge, staying attached as the two of you do an entire loop around the structure before shooting into the air.

obviously, your first instinct was to scream.

with your arms securely clasped around his neck, you clung on as if your very life depended on it (which it did), your voice rising in panic as you shouted out into the air. your eyes squeeze shut, head banging from what felt like a headache as you rambled whatever sentences came to mind. "just say that you like hearing me scream then!"

"...what?" his mind goes blank for a split second but he shakes himself out of it, switching the conversation. "hang on tight, we're nearly there."

your legs wrap around him. "can you not see that i'm—"

"just shut up, will you?" he whispers, a "mysterious" heat starting to spread hotter and hotter over his cheeks.

spiderman finally returns you to your bedroom balcony, landing on the railing with light feet before carefully easing you off of him. he keeps a hand on your shoulder, making sure you stay upright and don't tumble over. yes, you were dizzy. yes, you definitely needed to lay down. but you cannot deny that was so fun!

you let out a lazy giggle, pretty much falling into his arms once more from your legs giving out. "thanks for the joyride, spidey..."

he scoffs, pushing you off him and ushering you through your bedroom door. "i got you home safe. that's all that matters." he sounded almost bashful, but your silly self didn't notice.

amid the silence between the two of you, a piercing alarm blares in the distance, its urgent sound slicing through the a a quiet like a knife. the mechanical wail rises and falls, echoing off the buildings and rolling through the streets, creating a sense of urgency that captures the attention of innocent pedestrians.

spiderman glanced over his shoulder, assessing the situation. spidey senses — or something like that. another bank robbery.

you smile playfully at him, your body leaned against the glass door. "i think actually saving the city is more important right now."

though you couldn't tell too well, he wasn't looking directly at you. "...right." reluctant to leave, he stalled for a few seconds, not knowing if he should say goodbye or... no. no. he doesn't need to. it's already hard enough to talk when he's around you.

and just like that, japan's hero was off.

bonus! block blast newbie

after a long day, nighttime started to settle in, though the amount of people outside barely decreased. spiderman was crouched over the edge of a tall building, considering this his "rest time."

"i don't get why they're obsessed with this..." rin pulled off his mask, squinting at his phone illuminating his face as he tried to make sense of the empty blue grid before him.

it was merely a cheap, money-grabbing knock off of tetris — designed for those who seemed to specialise in incompetence and lacking the ability of putting on shoes and going outside for once in their lives. honestly, he doesn't get the hype, and in his experience, only genuine idiots seem to play this game. that doesn't include you, of course!

frustration bubbled beneath the surface as he wondered how something so straightforward could be so interesting that it risks your (and others') safety. actually, even worse, how bad good could it be that it dragged you right into the fate of stepping on a piece of gum?

this might be dangerous...

"oh?" he was expecting the tiles to fall, but instead they stayed exactly where they are, stuck in their position in some sort of awkward shape. coincidentally, the next shapes were a perfect fit, and it was easy enough to fit them into the right space, clearing the board.

'excellent!' his eyebrows furrow at the random male voice coming from the game, weirded out from the sudden praise just from getting a combo. "...i don't appreciate that." he mumbles to himself, quickly turning his volume down until it was on mute.

this was the game that you're obsessed with?

"huh?"

so then, a few minutes passed...

"just how was i supposed to fix that?"

and then an hour... maybe two...

"what—!?" his exclamation was drowned out by the distant but approaching sound of of police sirens, interrupting his little gaming session. he was this close— this close to throwing his phone over the edge.

with a childish huff, he raises a hand to rake his fingers through his hair, pushing back the strands before yanking his mask back on. duties come first, but his battle with this shitty tetris lookalike was not over.

rin never got pass his high score of three thousand eight hundred and nine that day. and he broke his duolingo streak. he was pissed for the rest of the night.

fun fact! — rin is currently learning spanish on duolingo. why? um... he cannot say.

taglist (open!)

@aise-30 @faylvrs @17020 @sara4uuu @adoresia @defnotciara @levihanmyotp @withlovesai @thenightsflower

[cz19y]

COOKIE ! [One Shot]

ITOSHI RIN × GN!Reader

THEME: Rin mad at your irresponsible care of your health.

Warnings — Fluff(ew), Reader likes to bake/cook, small argument(no against tho), reader has an attitude, living together, PLATONIC or ROMANTIC, friends/couple still learning, OOC Rin, curses[ofc].

NOTE: This writing is too cringe to my own good, stop reading while you can,, anyways, Happy late Christmas y'all. I'm trying to come back to (my rusty)writing and this dead ahh fandom(blue lock).

NOTE: Tired of reader having those bubbly personalities when they have a hobby in cooking/baking; so I made them have a little of an attitude hah

[ Starting . . . ]

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It wasn't news to Itoshi that you obviously liked to cook and bake — to do something in the kitchen — in general.

Special occasion with special food? You got it. Special sweets just for fun? You already have a whole set of it. Need a hot drink on a winter afternoon? You're making the best hot beverage known to mankind with the simple ingredients that sat on the kitchen shelves.

It wasn't the first time, you didn't understand why he was so angry at you this morning — as you slowly halted your hand middle-way to feeding yourself a fresh out cookie. You blinked, not aware of what’s the big deal of skipping a night of sleep.

“... Want some?” You said, pointing down at the sweet. Turning around to fully face the sourned-mood Itoshi at 7:30 AM on the other side of the isle. “I just decided to bake some cookies, you know? No big deal.” Silence. His frown was more heated than the stove currently.

“Skipping a night just because you didn't feel like sleeping to bake some lukewarm cookies is not a big deal? Are you trying to mess up your sleep schedule again?” His frown only deepened when you rolled your eyes. “Lukewarm your ass, you're gonna enjoy these more than me anyways.” You huffed, filling the silence of the sweet air with your next set of words.

“You used to skip meals before, now if it wasn't for me..” Scoffing, you continued, “Huh, and you have the audacity to scold me when I skip one or two nights! You also spent the whole night out in the field practicing and pushing yourself.”

“...This was in the past. I don't do this anymore—” “—because of me—” “— I changed— “—because of me—” Rin stared at you in a deadpan face, you returned the look. rin made way into your personal space. you stared at him, a twitching eye as he sighted in disappointment, you could preview his next batch of words including the word ‘lukewarm’ and cut him short;

“Shut up, will you.” A cookie being shoved into his mouth made the trick as you had a taste of your own hard work too. Rin begrudgingly complied to eat, your eyes would still not meet his as your hands hovered around to sort the treats into a plate.

“You're being dramatic. Just take care of yourself, or are you too pathetic to do this too?” He leaned on the aisle beside you, annoyed, watching you set up your little stage to have the perfect picture for your series in your socials — which your followers flocked over your cooking skills.. Rin and some of his ‘friends’ included.

Though, making no sign of stopping your classification test for the better good-looking cookies for the picture or giving him a proper answer, you pondered in silence.

You knew of Rin’s soft spot for you, well aware of the privileges this had lent you, compared to the rest of his social group, you were the one of the few people that he would go out of his way to voice his worries. Even if he acted like an ass when doing so, you learned the hard way to be able to have the ability of knowing when he is just concerned.

While you continued, all in Itoshis’ mind was when would you answer. Was he being too much of a nuisance..? you called him out... Too loud maybe. But not only did he just intrude when he just had a treat offered to him, Rin ignored your proud words to make snarky comments. It was almost 8 AM, one thing he learned was that you didn't like to put up with bullshit in the mornings. He lowered his laches, thinking if he crossed something.

A sight made his eyes look at the figure in front of him.

“Alright, alright, I pledge to sleep early tonight. happy?” You gave him a side look, but an honest voice regardless of your small joking tone. Rin made no moves, only glancing at you, before looking away; nevertheless, bathing on his petty victory in his usual quiet tone.

A phone came in sight, ready to add into the collection of your camera roll full of dishes.

“What the-” you stilled, your reaction too slow to immediately react to watching Rin's hand snatch one of the cookies on the plate through the phone screen. “Bastard-” you could only graze his sleeve when he was already out of reach, disappearing to the hall of your shared apartment.

[venustrvck]

BALCONY SMOKE

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OLIVER AIKU x M!Reader

wc: 1.1k

tags: SFW, confessions, m!reader, fic is written Oliver's pov, Oliver and reader are teammates, smoking, also rip sendou's nice wooden railing, the party confession on the secluded balcony nobody asked for, mentions Oliver's relationship issues, there's a lot of unspoken shit here that's between the lines bc Oliver both doesn't admit shit to himself and Oliver and reader have a familiarity that naturally plays off of each other, bittersweet but hopeful (?)

Oliver finds you on the balcony, elbows folded above the wooden railing. He carefully slides the door shut behind him. “Hey, the party’s inside.”

“I know,” you say and your voice is quiet against the backdrop of the night, only slightly louder than the music's muted thumping coming from inside the apartment.

Oliver frowns. You hadn’t moved at all, not even to shift your head to look at him as you spoke.

He walks towards you, until his back is against the railing, cocking his head to look at your face, “So, what’s up?” he asks.

“I’m fine, Captain.”

Your eyes are still fixed ahead of you — to the sky — and if he didn’t know better he’d think you were star-gazing. He does know better. The light pollution is too strong and it’s drowned out all your favourite ones.

“Lying to your Captain now?” He asks, then shrugs to himself; if you don’t want to tell him then it’s none of his business, “Well, keep your secrets.”

His hands go to your back pocket, pulling out your smokes and a lighter. This time, you do turn to look at him, and he grins at you as he lights the tobacco.

He takes a drag.

You heave out an irritated sigh. It’s the most emotion you’ve shown since he came out to find you. “It’s just noisy in there.”

It is. Sendou’s parties usually are.

Your eyes cut to him again when he doesn’t respond, and it might be none of his business, but he’s a nosy and meddling captain. Sue him.

You seem to realize that he’s waiting you out by your — second — irritated sigh and the following hair ruffle. You speak, “It’s really just noisy. I’ve had a lot on my mind the past few days, I needed a moment out to think and clear my head. The music wasn’t… helping. It’s really nothing.”

You say it like you’re pulling teeth but the words come out honestly enough.

Oliver should probably drop it, you’ve indulged his meddling long enough, and it’s clear that you don’t want to tell him what’s on your mind even as you’ve divulged the rest to him. He nods and looks away from you, taking another drag of your cigarette. He’s not so willing to let it go, but like this, if you don’t want to speak… you can spend the rest of your time out there in silence and if you do then he’s here and the gesture isn’t discouraging. You can choose to pick up or drop the conversation as you see fit.

You seem to misinterpret his actions though, because the next words out of your mouth are. “It won’t affect my performance on the field.”

“I’m not worried about your performance on the field.”

You were professional to a fault; he’s never worried about your performance on the field. You always show up with your best and nothing less.

“Then what are you still doing here?”

Oliver scratches his cheek, right over his beard, “Smoking?” He offers.

“No, you’re still being nosy. I just don’t get what for.” You turn to look at him again, eyes boring into him, “Captain, what are you so worried about?”

What is he so worried about? It really does seem that all you need is a breather, and that you’ve got this, whatever it is, well-in-hand. You can handle yourself. “Smoke with me?” He deflects.

Your eyes search him for a moment, and he doesn’t know what you see but you snort, holding your hand out, “They’re my cigarettes to begin with.”

He grins around the one in his mouth and shrugs, taking a cigarette out of your packet — on the railing to his right — he places it in your hand.  He cups his hands around it and lights it for you.

You take a drag and exhale smoke silently into the night.

For a few moments the only sound between the two of you is the music Sendou’s glass door fails to contain and the quite exhales of smoke. You stay like that for a while... leaning on the railing in opposite directions and smoking into the frigid air.

“Captain,” You say, breaking the silence, “You like guys, don’t you?”

Oliver’s heart thumps.

“I’ve seen you checking my ass out in practice,” fuck, Oliver thinks, “Which is fine really, I’ve worked really hard for it,” you continue, heedless of his budding panic — and wait what, hold up, you worked hard… for your ass?

You take another drag of your cigarette, casual as anything, and Oliver is — he’s not as composed as he’d like to be for this conversation.

“Captain,” you say again, turning to look straight at him, “I’m in love with you.”

You sound serious. Dead serious.

“I’ll break your heart,” he rasps.

You’re still looking at him with those eyes, and in the field that look spells death for your opponent. You have that in common; those analytical eyes. In that moment, Oliver knows that you’d brought up him checking you out to pierce through his defenses. You wanted no pretenses for your confession.

He wonders if this is what’s been on your mind. He wonders when you decided to tell him. He wonders what him saying that as his first response, unguarded, reveals to you.

“Turn me down.”

Your voice is calm, even as the words are challenging.

Oliver winces. He can't.

Your expression softens as you look at him, and you step closer, extinguishing your cigarette against the railing. It’s wood, it’ll leave marks, Sendou is going to yell at you for that later.

You bring your hand up, and your touch is gentle as it ghosts over his face and his beard. He extinguishes his cigarette so Sendou can yell at him too. “You don’t have to answer me,” you say, “I don’t need you to.”

Because in that moment, Oliver realizes, you’d read his emotions on his face and in his words. He exhales and his eyes shudder close. He doesn’t lean into your hand.

“It’s unfair to you.”

“Yes,” and the way you say it so plainly cuts him. “That’s why I won’t make any promises. If I get the chance to move on… I’ll take it.”

His heart aches at that, and as terrible as he is, he finds solace in the fact that your voice had sounded equally pained saying it.

“But,” you continue, “If you stop being afraid, and I still," you cut yourself off, "Come to me. I’ll be there.”

He doesn’t trust himself with you. But, maybe, one day… he’ll be a man worthy of you. His hand comes up to hold yours, and he gives you a crooked smile, “Don’t wait up on me.”

“I don’t intend to,” you respond, returning his smile.

His heart feels light.

[yummyx1]

Leon Kennedy Audio

minors DNI-18+ ONLY.

Context: You finally managed to convince your boyfriend to go out drinking with you. Though, things turn weird when he ends up drinking too much and attracts a lot of attention. Worried, you take your boyfriend home, and boy oh boy. His personality does a 180, and you are ALL for it.

Script written by u/Musashinoya-

Audio made by-

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[Sweet Love] [Established Relationship] [Drunk] [Fingering] [Cunnilingus] [Kissing] [MSub] to [Gentle MDom] [Sweet Boyfriend] [Nerdy Boyfriend] [Caring] [Shy] to [Confident] [Creampie] [Drinking] [Slight Jealousy] [Binaural]

[kitorin]

LOVE ALL PLAY.

synopsis -> in which, itoshi rin's plans to have a peaceful high school career is ruined by the carefree genius of his school

contents. itoshi rin x badminton player!reader, rivals to lovers, sports romance, high school au, fluff

a/n. first time doing a (written) series! it was initially a oneshot but since it ended up getting really long i've decided to make it a mini series <(￣︶￣)>

MASTERLIST.

001. new found irritation

002. annoyance

003. two idiots, a genius, and their companion

004. sardines and debt sardines

005. you and me, by the sea (coming soon)

taglist. @yuzurins, @silly-ez, @chigirizzz

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[tteokdoroki]

I think Nagi buys the white freezie flavour unironically. Like during the summer you can catch him on the couch, criss-cross apple sauce with a cream soda freezie hanging outta his mouth.

omg you’re so right !!! during the summer nagi is always seen with the white ice pops — sucking on them lazily while he plays his mobile games around the house. i think he’d have all the white flavours like coconut, pina colada, vanilla milk, cream soda !! nagi core fr !! and they literally drip everywhere cause he’s a slow eater too, so everything he touches gets sticky with the juices from the frozen treat. he’ll always whine to you and complain about it so you end up having to wipe his lips or his phone so he doesn’t lose the game :( he’s such a baby

nooo cause picture nagi leaning forward against your kitchen counters, shirtless because of the heat with his bangs clipped back out of his face — lips curled around the ice pop while he attempts to beat the game on his phone with one hand but he’s making such a mess so he’s all pouty about it when you wander into the room.

“you’re gonna have to put one of those down, sei.” you tell him while you go into the fridge for a drink.

his phone will make a noise and sei just slumps over for a second in defeat. then he’ll like bite a bit off of the freezie and then look at you, abandoning his phone to wrap himself around you despite how hot it is. “mnnh, doesn’t matter. lost anyways. ‘m gonna finish this.” then nagi swoops down (he’s so tall im insane) to press a sticky kiss to your mouth n you squeak in shock because his lips are cold !! and when you pull away he’s all lazy smirks and hazy eyes like “which freezie do i taste like?”

“uh…coconut?” you can’t even think!!! cause this man knows exactly how to kiss you senseless so casually — it’s like his super power or something.

“wrong, s’cream soda, dummy. pay attention.” nagi kisses you again but even slower with his cold tongue rolling over your warmer one so you can taste the freezie on him and he gradually stands to his full height to push the fridge closed and pin you against it — making you chase his mouth hungrily, eager for more sugar from him. “keep on kissin’ me, angel, gonna haf’ta share the rest of this freezie with you.”

[pretty-boy-streaming]

Little Brother (Aiku Oliver)

TV-MA (kissing, touching, teasing)

FtM!Reader (Reader is Sendou's younger brother, Reader is 18, Sendou is 19)

"Oi, loser."

Sendou turned to glare at you, his younger brother, who watched him as he packed up his bag.

"What do you want?"

"I was wondering if you were bringing any of your friends over again."

"Why do you want to know?"

"Getting the autograph of some U-20 players goes for a lot at school."

"Tch, using my teammates to make money?"

You gave him an unimpressed look. "You use your teammates to get girls, I don't see how mine is much different."

He rolled his eyes and finished packing his duffle bag. "Yeah, they're coming over later. Don't hassle them too much, I don't want them to be scared of you."

"I'll consider it."

He flipped you off and walked out of the house. You chuckled and went up to your room, preparing to see his match.

---

Even though Japan's U-20 team lost to the Blue Lock Eleven, they were still celebrating pretty hard. Well, everyone except your older brother.

"God, I hate snobby high schoolers..." He mumbled, taking another drink from his beer can.

Neru turned to you as you lifted Sendou's head by his hair. "Are you sure you should see your older brother like this?"

"I walked in on him putting his hand down a girl's pants. I think seeing him drunk like this is no problem to me."

You let his head drop and smirked at the thud. Neru chuckled and looked up to see Aiku slide to sit next to you.

"So, you're Sendou's little brother?"

"Yep?"

"He's talked about you quite a lot."

You snickered at Aiku telling you this. "I didn't know he loved me that much."

He nodded. "Oh yeah. He won't stop talking about how cool you are, how good you are at tennis, and things like that."

"Well, then I'll need to thank him... and tease him for that."

You smiled at Aiku's laugh before he took another sip of his beer. "Hey, can you show me to the bathroom?"

"Yeah, here."

---

You were lifted and placed on the sink. Aiku kissed you, pushing his tongue into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, moaning quietly.

"Fuck, you're so hot..." You whispered as Aiku kissed down your neck. "My brother is so going to kill you."

"I'd die a happy man, y'know?" He chuckled, biting your neck gently.

You gasped and pulled him up for one last kiss before pushing him away gently. "I'd prefer you not dead."

"Heh, alright." He chuckled and helped you down.

You pulled his phone from your back pocket and began putting something into it.

"When did you get my phone?"

"When I was leading you here. Here." You handed it back to him. When he looked down, he saw your contact was in his phone.

"Well, damn."

"I'd prefer you not dead, right now. However... later, maybe." You turned and left the bathroom.

He whistled as he watched you leave and smirked down at your number.

"Damn... that's nice."

[felixaha]

REQUESTS OPEN !

— ding , ding , ding ! order up ! for table no . 4 !

⊹ ࣪ ˖ oh , is that a new customer i spot ? ! oh my ! !

⌗ ┆felix ’ s cafe. ★ ₊ ˚⟡

DNI . FEMALES , ransphobes, fujoshis ,

homophobics , people who have a rape kink ,

proshippers , pedo ‘ s , racists , people who

support israel , china , etc , fujoshis , body

shamers . MINORS DO NOT INTERACT W

NSFW STUFF.

wheres the menu ? oh ! here , please do make yourself

comfortable ! — Fandoms i will write/will not write

now , you may be wondering . . who am i ? well , my

name is felix ! its a pleasure meeting you ~ i am the

creator of felix ‘ s cafe !

how do you order? well , here ’ s the instructions ! — rules

well, order up ! lets see , heres your orders ! — masterlist below .

red - smut blue - angst pink - fluff orange - romance

MHA ;

“fucking slut.” enji todoroki x ftm!reader

JJK ;

“how can i say no to this?” choso x camboy!reader

Genshin ;

NSFW ABC headcanons scaramouche x m!reader

Mystic Messenger ;

“my darling” zen x intersex!m!reader

Honkai Star Rail ;

“I could admire you all day” jingyuan x m!reader + yanqing

[saenora]

03:07 AM: listening to cold/mess and realizing, how much sae loves body contact… yes he’s not big on pda.. he hates holding hands… its clamping and sweaty. But he loves to sleep to naked with you… atleast shirtless for sure, the both of you. he loves the feeling of you falling asleep with your back pressed against his chest… arms tightly wrapped and intertwinedwith your hands… and sometime when you turn around in your slumber to face him. He surely forgit to breathe there for the second. He caresses those cheeks, gently tucking your behind. pulling you towards him… kissing your forehead.. sae loves to kiss your temples and forehead… its his comfort space… you’re his comfort… he is unsure as to why you’d choose him… he doesn’t give alot… but when you unconsciously snuggle into his chest holding onto his arm… he realizes how deep he is in with you… your soft mumbles snaps him out. “I am bad at this.. fuck.. worse… but you get it dont you…” he whispers in before embracing you for the night.

you hear him whisper an i love you, but you dont say it back out loud… you’re too sleepy… and moreover its his moment… you let him have it snuggling in a little more, rubbing your nose on his chest. it makes him smile.

[haikyooot]

Language of Love

Pairings: Itoshi Sae x gn!reader Tags: angst, hurt no comfort, breakups

a/n: let it be known sae fics are exclusively angst unless otherwise noted. 

There are five languages of love. You are fluent in all five.  

"I love you, Sae." "Why?" "Because it's you, I do."

Why? How can you not? It's all too easy. So deeply enamored are you, by his silken lashes. Each blink makes your heart flutter. Serenaded by the sound of your name rolling off his tongue. Satisfied by the feeling of warmth when you are in his arms. It's only right that he knows just how much you love him.

To begin is the language of affirmations. It's forever endless and bountiful. There are countless words to describe Sae. In more languages than you will ever know. Numerous ways you tell him in plain words how much you adore him. The beauty he embodies. The talent he beholds. If Sae counts the notes you leave to him, he'll even know that the words you write most are no longer your own name.

Governing all desire to be helpful is the language of service. It's in the special lunchboxes that you make while tossing another bandage wrapper into the trash. Crisp collars, freshly pressed not a single crease in sight. Driving to the next pharmacy because the only medication that will work for him is sold out. Thank you. That's what you know he'll do.

Next is a gift, the physical manifestation of your love. Words are merely whisps of noise, but this is the proof—the formation of atoms representing your heart. Yarn crossed and looped in a way that reminds you of your nerves when he's there. Cameras will see your love wrapped around him. It protects him, accompanies him as an extension of you when you can't be right next to him.

And the language of quality time, when every second is an infinite journey of joy. The moments you spend in a car, on a train, or on a plane. The moment before parting when he walks to the locker room and you find your way to the bleachers. The hours into the night on the couch watching game replays. Just having to be there with him, in the same space at the same time.

Finally, touch. The familiarity of skin. The sensation of heat. You caress perfection. You undo tight knots and replace them with soft kisses. Love is between the way you melt into him and how your fingers tangle into dusty-rose tresses.

Love. Is Sae. Is Love.

And that's where the end begins. It's a song in reversal. A hairline crack that's barely noticeable, but it's spreading throughout the vase.  Folded arms hide his hand away. A grumble after turning in bed. The shape of his back is an unreadable book. He seems to float away. So close, but entirely out of reach.

And the day turns to night turns to day turns to night. Time zooms by, passing faster than you can catch your breath. There's no time at all. To see him, you pick up your pace. To catch a glimpse of him, you'll try to wait. You stay up late. You wake up early. A weekend? Just an hour? His schedule never clears. Quality exists elsewhere, but not in time with you.

And emptiness, where there are no gifts. No reminders.  When the special dates come around, nothing special. Not even an afterthought. No proof, it's all just a theory, a hypothesis. Everywhere, there are reminders of him. There are things belonging to you. But the memories of "us" and "we" stop at some time in the distant past.

And weariness moves into your body like a speck of mold now consuming the entire fruit. Because everything you do is unwanted. You cut and chop and discard. Every attempt to serve what remains leaves you with nothing left. Scraps.

Finally, you wake up and realize that affirmation is actually spelled as confirmation. How can the vase not shatter when its base falls apart? Your suspicions receive an answer. The pleads finally come to a stop. He looks at you bewildered and slightly confused.

"I'm leaving, Sae." "Why?” "Because..."

There are five languages of love. But Itoshi Sae doesn't know any.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Hey! Idk if you do more angsty/bittersweet prompts, but I was wondering if you have headcanons for Gintoki, Okita and Hijikata, and how they would respectively deal with unrequited love? Maybe the person they like is pining for someone else or just isn't interested in romance. If not, then feel free to ignore this ^^ thank you!

Gintoki Sakata:

-He’s gonna scratch his balls and go on with his day as usual.

-Gintoki’s heart has gone through so much emotional damage that it became frozen cold.

-Doesn’t mean that Gintoki didn’t feel a stab in his chest when he saw you with someone else.

-He will distance himself for a while, but he always gonna be there if you need his help.

Toshirou Hijikata:

-Toshirou loves emotional pain like nobody else.

-He’ll laugh, one of those fake and rough ones, thinking that only he could fall in love with someone that will never see him that away.

-Toshirou will avoid you as much as he can; he can’t stand the feeling of his bleeding heart every time he meets your eyes.

Okita Sougo:

-What does it mean you aren’t interested in him romantically?

-It’s a thought that didn’t even cross his mind.

-And his insecurity surfaces stronger than before.

-He keeps both an eye on you and on the person you like at the moment, ready to strike at the first sign of weakness.

-When Okita has set his eyes on a target he doesn’t let go.

-And at the end, you will be the one on your knees asking to be together, not him

[certified-boyliker]

As You Wish

Actor: Alexis Ness

MPAA Rating: General Audiences (M!Reader, reader is the manager)

For @https-true-egoist 's Valentines Event

Alexis watched the young manager set up the soccer nets that would be used just minutes later. Alexis watched his hands as they tied the net to the metal frame, and Alexis soon found himself walking to the manager.

"Hm? Oh, hey, Ness. Is there something you need?" He turned away from Alexis, to tie the other side.

Alexis skipped after him, tyring to hold his excitement back. "Uh, I was wondering if you needed help with anything?" He pushed his hands behind his back, fiddling with them.

The manager looked up and smiled at Alexis. "Just stand there and look pretty for me. That's all I need you to do."

Alexis couldn't help the blush that ran up his cheeks. "Ah..."

The manager was a flirter. He was a flirter and he was flirting with Alexis right now. The manager was flirting with Alexis.

"Ness, are you okay?"

He turned and saw Kaiser was suddenly next to him.

"Yes! I am okay!"

Alexis walked to his bag and Kaiser gave a look to the manager. He stood and turned to Kaiser.

"Something wrong, my Liege?"

"What did Ness say to you?"

"What are you, his father?"

"No-"

"Then why do you need to know? He asked me if there was any way to help, and I told him there wasn't. Is that sufficient?"

Kaiser gave you a glance. "It’s acceptable."

"Yay..." He rolled your eyes.

---

After the practice finished up, the manager saw Alexis approach you.

"Do... do you need any help?"

He smirked at Alexis, making him blush again, and look down. Slow steps stalked over to Alexis.

"You know, Ness... if I didn't know any better... I would say you really..."

Ness' blush got impossibly brighter and the manager's face got impossibly smugger.

"...want to help me."

Alexis' eyes widenend and he was suddenly looking up at the manager.

"Huh..."

"Could you grab the cones that were used today, cutie?"

An arm snaked around his waist, and the manager got close to his face. Alexis dumbly nodded, and the manager released him.

"Well, get to it, Cutie."

Alexis began to pick up the cones, and when he brought them over to the manager, he watched him put them up.

"Thank you-"

"Can I go on a date with you?"

He turned to look at Alexis, who was staring at the ground. A small chuckle came from the manager amd he patted Alexis' head.

"You know what. I would be delighted to go on a date with you."

Alexis looked up and he handed him a slip of paper.

"My number."

The manager walked away and Alexis stood there, surprised that it actually worked.

[asananax]

ABOUT ME ;

Hai!, i’m hannaeh/ soul, call me whatever please you! (⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

i mostly write fanfic about anime, cartoons, series I’ve watched. All of the time my fanfic are males or ftm centered but it can be gender-neutral to include everyone. I mostly feel more comfortable writing for male characters but fem characters are accepted but I’m not sure if I’ll write them.

other social ; asananax on wttpd

WRITING / WORKS ;

I do oneshots, drabbles, headcanons, scenarios! I used to write on wattpad before switching to tumblr. Mainly male reader x character, most of the time I won’t write for ocs but I can if you tell me about them.

SFW & NSFW request are open:

I write for bottom male readers only when it comes to writing smutty fics, I’m still trying to figure out how to make dom readers, i really don’t mind request of top/dom readers at least I’ll try my best ! (ᵕ—ᴗ—) I make ocs characters too, so if you have any idea for an oc you can request!

I will not write / tolerate ; Non-consensual smut, dub-con is acceptable but i prefer to not write it that much. No incest between two characters, or the reader. No grooming, no pedophilia. As usual i won’t accept racism, homophobia, transphobia etc… in my comments.

★ ⋮ FANDOMS IM IN ;

ANIME ;

BLUE LOCK,

TGCF,

HAIKYUU,

ONE PIECE,

TOKYO REVENGERS,

NARUTO,

BANANA FISH,

BUNGO STRAY DOGS,

KNB,

DANGONRONPA,

TOILET BOUND HANAKO-KUN,

TOKYO GHOUL,

CHAINSAW MAN,

SOUL EATER,

VANITAS NO CARTE,

OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB,

BLACK BUTLER,

MHA,

DEMON SLAYER,

JJK,

ANGEL OF THE DEATH

HXH,

FMA AND MANY MORE.

Don’t be shy, and request anything that please you. I may not know/remember all the characters from every fandom or know their anime, but I can definitely search for their personalities traits and anything…

[venustrvck]

“Captain, what are you so worried about?”

What is he so worried about? It really does seem that all you need is a breather, and that you’ve got this, whatever it is, well-in-hand. You can handle yourself. “Smoke with me?” He deflects.

Your eyes search him for a moment, and Oliver doesn’t know what you see but you snort, holding your hand out, “They’re my cigarettes to begin with.”

He grins around the one in his mouth and shrugs, taking a cigarette out of your packet — on the railing to his right — he places it in your hand.  He cups his hands around it and lights it for you.

You take a drag and exhale smoke silently into the night.

For a few moments, the only sound between the two of you is the music Sendou’s glass door fails to contain and the quiet sounds of your breaths as you smoke.