Suo And Umemiyas Words Of Praise Please (bonus Points If You A Bad Bitch In The Streets But A Soft One

Suo and Umemiya’s words of praise please (bonus points if you a bad bitch in the streets but a soft one in the sheets)

Author’s Note: Thank you for the thirst/ask, anon! I am not ashamed to admit that I was lightheaded by the end of writing this! I hope the formatting doesn't come out too wonky as I try and figure out how I want my anon thirsts/asks to look!

Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Hajime Umemiya, Fem!Reader x Hayato Suo, smut, making out, fingering, mention of overstimulation, and oral. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 1.4K

They Whisper About You in the Streets, You Know?

General Background of You

You realized early on that you needed to be able to protect yourself as a citizen of Makochi. It pissed you off seeing the level of delinquency that created chaos and ultimately terrorized the members of the community. You grew up here, and there’s no way you would be intimidated by a bunch of low-lives or run out of your town. 

You’ve built up a larger-than-life reputation for yourself, outfitting your business with security cameras, motion detectors and arming yourself with a right-hook that could put almost anyone on their ass. The only people who fuck with you now are people who either haven’t recieved the message or are too dumb to save.

Hajime Umemiya

Umemiya had met you while out on one of his patrols. You were very well aware of him, and what he meant to Makochi as the previous leader of Bofurin, so you went out to greet him. He was as pleasant as many of the townsfolk had said and just as handsome, too. You exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes–him asking what you sold in your shop and you asking what he liked to do in his spare time. Talking about simple things felt silly, but small talk was your way of continuing a conversation you didn’t want to end.

As he finally turned to leave, he stopped and faced you again: “Hey, if anyone gives you any trouble, I can always stop by and…help.”

Umemiya internally berated himself. Help?! Why not say something cool, like beat them up, or anything that doesn’t make you sound like a middle-aged dad? But he found you so cute; the way you wore an apron around your waist so you didn’t dirty your adorable clothes, the way he towered over you, and how you were biting your lip as you looked at him with big doe eyes. You were endearing to him, and he’d grasp at straws to find a way to talk to you again.

He expected a shy thank you or a cute smile in his direction, but what he got instead was even better—you snorted.

“If anyone gives YOU any trouble, let me know, and I’ll come by and kick their asses.” You ended your sentence with a perfectly timed wink and returned to the interior of your shop.

You didn’t witness this, but Umemiya tells his version of the story to your friends, family, and anyone else who will listen. He swears that after you turned away, he gripped his chest and muttered, “Oh, I just met my wife.”

And the rest was history.

Despite your eventual marriage to Umemiya—someone that others refuse to antagonize out of respect for his reputation or out of fear–you still continued to ruin the day of anyone who decided to mess with other shopkeepers.

It was so arousing to Umemiya that you were an enforcer of the town, but you were still his sweet angel at home. You’d often find yourself making out in bed, sometimes with no intention to make love. If sex happened, of course, neither of you would complain, but sometimes you just need to make out with your partner. As Umemiya's fingers languidly roam across the flesh of your hip, he’d often narrate just how he felt about you:

“My little enforcer. They still whisper about you in the streets, you know? Sometimes, I eavesdrop when a kid from Bofurin visits the nursery, and I can’t help but be so proud because they’re talking about my wife.”

You groan softly into him, partly because of the way his tongue parts your lips as he mumbles into your mouth and partly because you know what they say about you.

“Don’t be so bashful, my little ass-kicker,” he whispers, a smile forming on his lips and against yours. “But if only they knew how good of a girl you are for me.”

You pull away to nuzzle your face into his neck. Your cheeks are growing hot as Umemiya pulls your thigh around his waist, kneading the tense muscle in your calf.

“If only they knew that I get to see you like this, so sweet, perfect, and-”

“Pitiful,” you interject.

“If you’re pitiful, then I’m worse.”

He places a soft kiss against your cheek and slides his hand between you both. His touch is familiar and yet still setting your body ablaze as he parts your folds and rubs gentle circles on your clit.

“God, Ume..” your heart quickens as his fingers make expert work of the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs. You find his hold on you after all these years incredible, and you even say so in that moment.

“I can say the same about you, my sweet girl. I feel like I’ve known you in every life I’ve lived and every life I ever will live. You feel so constant to me.”

His lips are back on yours, searching tongues, and hungry groans are shared between you as he continues to rub your clit with his thumb and slips his middle finger inside your sex.

You grip his shoulder as you buck your hips against his palm.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

You run your fingers through his hair, pulling some of the longer strands and earning a soft growl from Umemiya’s throat.

“I love you so much, Ume.”

If you weren’t so enraptured by his fingers and the pleasure he was bestowing upon you, you would have noticed how his eyes sparkled when you uttered those words. Whenever you say you love him, he looks at you as though it’s his first time hearing it–with eyes full of absolute adoration and devotion.

“I love you, too. I knew I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Your breathing is shallow now; he knows how close you are, so he pulls you closer, the hand that was previously keeping your leg around him now snaking around your waist.

He knows what to do—and what to say—to get you exactly where you want to be.

“Let go, baby.” 

“Come on, pretty girl.” 

“It’s ok. You can hold onto me if you need to.”

“I promise I have you.”

“Let me have all of you.”

“Cum, yeah, just like that. Theeeeere you go, sweetheart.”

After your orgasm, he pulls his fingers away—a brief pang of disappointment radiates through his chest at no longer being inside of you—and raises them to his lips to lick them clean.

Hayato Suo

You lay on your back, feeling as though death would be a welcome end to your current state. You’ve been exhausted for some time, and you will continue to be exhausted as Suo, as naked as you are, hovers over you and places kisses against your back.

“Do you need a break?” His voice has returned to the cool tone you’ve come to know, signaling that there might be a lull in your lovemaking session.

“I think I have one more in me.”

You can feel him smile against the sweat-slicked skin of your back. 

“That’s my princess.”

He trails kisses down your spine, making sure to lick the hickeys that have formed into angry welts.

“What do you think our friends would say if they knew you liked to be called something so adorable?”

“Sakura would laugh at me,” your deadpan delivery earns a chuckle from Suo.

“Sakura is terrified of you, dove.”

“As he should be. Do I scare you, Suo?”

“No, you don’t scare me. But I am scared of the absence of you. I never want to exist in a world where you don’t.”

“You’re being dramatic. You know I can handle my own.”

His hands part your ass, and his tongue slides down to your mound, already covered and stuffed with the previous sessions' saliva and cum.

“I know what they whisper about you. But it’s hard for me to believe them as I only know of you in this way.” He’s circling your tender entrance with his tongue, allowing yours and his thick cream to coat his lips.

You quiver, your body already aware of what’s about to happen to you.

“I’m so fortunate to have the Makochi bruiser under me, coming undone on my tongue.”

“Suo, please…”

He slips a hand under you and massages your clit while finally sliding his tongue into you.

“I’m so lucky that you give so much to me. It’s only fair that I reward you, don’t you think?”

You moan in approval, gently bouncing your hips back and riding his tongue.

“Please let me cum on your tongue, Suo.”

“Anything for you, dove. Absolutely anything for you.”

P3: Reader is Kaji’s Wallpaper

TW: fluff and angst with happy ending, suggestive

Synopsis: Reader and Kaji have finally returned to their old routines after Kaji's time in the hospital, and it’s been great, but Kaji is emotionally constipated and not great with words, so you have been feeling self conscious lately. Tsubaki counsels you about your feelings. Kaji shows you how he feels.

This is the 3rd and final part in my series Timid Reader x Ren Kaji ! If you liked it then check out the one shots connected to this series on my master list, and thank you for reading! ( Part 1 )

It’s been several months since Kaji went to the hospital - he was discharged in under two weeks since they were worried about internal injuries. Kaji was clear with the staff that they weren’t allowed to tell you until he was better or until he was bad off enough that he had to tell you. They obliged, regardless of ethical codes dictating they couldn’t go against his wishes, they were also too afraid of him not to do as he said anyway. It’s not that he enjoyed hiding it from you, but he wouldn’t be able to handle your pitifully sad eyes when you inevitably blamed yourself for it. 

He was immensely relieved the day the doctor came in with his most recent scan to notify him that he was out of the woods. Finally, he was able to tell you the truth, and as he did he apologized the whole way. The hospital staff who had watched this gruff guy who had scared the daylights out of them, was holding your hand dearly as he genuinely apologized for hiding something like that from you. Giggling despite the situation, you happily forgave him all the while telling him that you understood why, but you would prefer he leaned on you a bit more next time - promising him that you weren’t that weak. A rare chuckle fell from his lips as he scoffed at you, but he still affirmed that you were right. 

The two of you were just happy to get back to your normal routines of sharing playlists, sweets runs, coffee dates and walks around Furin. It seemed like everything was finally good, except one nagging feeling deep in your gut.

It was about 7:30p on a Friday, and several Furin members were gathered at Pothos for an end of the week get together over omelet rice and coffee. In the time that you’ve known Kaji, and the rest of Furin, you’ve grown closest to Tsubaki and Kotoha. Proven by the fact that you were huddled in a corner booth excitedly chatting with Tsubaki about new fashion and hair trends, Kotoha jumping in here and there with her take. Kaji is sitting with his seconds and some other Tamon team members across the cafe as they discuss new team movements around Furin. Occasionally, he’ll throw a glance your way to ‘check’ on you, but really he just loves seeing how comfortable you are with his people and how openly you can smile around them. His eyes linger on your smile for a moment too long as Kusumi gently taps his shoulder to bring his attention back to whatever Nirei was saying. 

As the conversation about Tsubaki’s next hairstyle choice dies off, a comfortable silence falls as you sip on your coffee, and the red and black haired King decides it's the perfect time to ask about you.

“So… How is dating that one?” Tsubaki asks while wriggling his brows and throwing a glance over to an unsuspecting Kaji still absorbed in whatever Nirei was going on about. 

“It’s good.” The words come out short through a tight smile as you give him a nod. Tsubaki narrows his eyes at you suspiciously.

”Explain.” He says, well, more commands in a low, serious tone. At first you try to avert your gaze to the tabletop, but Tsubaki’s stare was too intense to look away from.

”It’s nothing, really.” You respond with a better fake smile this time while waving your hands in front of you as if to say ‘it’s no big deal!’

”Y/N. He isn’t treating you badly is he?” He asks, growing ever more serious with darkened eyes and emitting a protective aura. Though your heart fills a little at Tsubaki’s blatant Mama Bearness - your eyes just grow impossibly wide as you shake your head ‘no’ vehemently.

”God no! He’s really, really great, respectful, and kind… I just…” Trailing off as you check to make sure Kaji is still out of earshot. “I know he likes me, and enjoys my company and all, but I’m afraid he’s not…” Tsubaki leans closer, holding his breath with anticipation ,”attracted to me.” Finishing in a small voice as you cast your gaze downward now, unable to meet his gaze any longer. Suddenly, everyone else in the cafe is snapped out of their conversations by Tsubaki howling with laughter next to you - almost toppling out of the booth if you hadn’t lunged forward, wide eyed, to quickly pull him back in.

”Care to share with the class?” Umemiya asks with an amused smirk, seated at the table next to Kaji’s. You turn beet red, as you shake your head even harder than before. Turning to Tsubaki for help, but he’s still stifling his rowdy laughter and gripping the table for stability.

“N-no, bahaha! No, we’re go-ood, ha!” Tsubaki stutters out between guffaws. They all stare at you and Tsubaki with curious and concerned faces - Kaji more so than everyone else - except Umemiya and Hiragi who just looked incredibly amused, knowing they’ll get the full story later.

”Tsubaki, please.” Whispering desperately as you lean your forehead into the sleeve of his jacket, unable to stand all the attention.

”Sorry, sorry,” Tsubaki apologizes genuinely, despite his shit eating grin. Once everyone’s attention seemed to return to their conversations, Tsubaki leaned close to you again with a knowing smirk.

”I’m really sorry for laughing - I just thought you were gonna say something else entirely,” he said with a relieved smile and shake of his head. “Anyway, as for your worries, look at the photo he set as his wallpaper. Both of them. I think you’ll know how attracted he is to you then.” He instructed you with a knowing chuckle. Despite his confidence, you still feel racked with nerves as the end of the night approaches.

When you bid your goodbyes to everyone, Tsubaki made sure to throw you a wink and you internally grimaced as the embarrassment from all the attention earlier began bubbling back up. ’It’ll be fine!’ He mouths to you with two thumbs up, obviously in front of everyone, who cock their heads at you in turn. Tsubaki, realizing what he did, smiles sheepishly at you, and you don't know if Tsubaki embarrassed himself on purpose to make you feel better, but it worked regardless. ‘Thank you!’ you mouth back with a grin and a hand heart. With that, everyone went their separate ways.

“What was that all about?” Kaji stops walking, and asks with a quirk of his brow in your direction as the two of you made the short walk back to your house.

”Oh, um, well…” You start to speak and then trail off. Knowing your boyfriend hates when people aren’t honest or beat around the bush with their words, you sigh, knowing you had to come clean. “Tsubaki asked if we were doing okay, and I said we were…” Kaji’s eyes immediately show the anxiety of where this conversation is headed. “It’s not that, I promise! Tsubaki thought I wasn’t being honest because you weren’t treating me well, but when I told him the real reason - that’s what made him laugh so loud.” Explaining quickly, you want nothing more than to dissipate any fear he may have.

”Okay… so what were you two talking about then?” He asks with an apprehensive lilt to his voice, and gestures with his hand for you to continue. Those intense slate blue eyes bore into your own as he anxiously awaits your response.

”I told him that I’ve been feeling really self-conscious lately, because you’ve never really told me outright that you find me attractive - which is fine by the way! I’m not vain enough to want to be called pretty all of the time or anything. Also, you don’t really try to touch me… and that’s okay too! It just makes me kind of wonder if you don’t find me attractive, or don’t want to… touch me…” The words tumble quickly from your lips only to trail off softly as you meet his gaze. He’s staring down at you with a flabbergasted expression, one that you mistake as anger.

“Ts-Tsubaki suggested I look at your phone background, be-because he said then I would know how attracted you are to me. Bu-but I just can’t ask that of you though - it feels like I’m disrespecting your priva-” Before the words could fully leave your lips, Kaji had pulled out his phone and put it in front of your face.

”No problem.” He breathed out  - as if he had rushed to pull out his phone - and made the lock screen light up. Kaji knew he had a hard time with words, and an even harder time with comforting others, so he silently prayed that Tsubaki was right - this would convince you how he felt. Your eyes lit up like a child’s - the same way they did in the photo on his lock screen. 

The picture was taken during the morning, because the light was soft and mist hung in the air. Your hair was illuminated by the morning rays of light, and behind you soft tones of pink, orange and purple reflected on the canal. With your arms clasped behind your back, and your head tilted back slightly so your face is turned towards the sky. Soft locks of your hair rippled down your back and out of your face, so it looked like the morning light was caressing the slope of your cheekbones. Pink rays tinted your plump lips, parted slightly, so your breath mingled with the mist. Soft rays of light reached down from the heavens above it seemed just to reflect the wonder in your eyes. A beautiful, Blushing Phantom butterfly fluttered through the morning mist, right into your face. You had let out a squeak when it happened, which caught Kaji’s attention - something he would forever be grateful for. He was an enthralled audience of one as he silently pulled out his phone as it had fluttered closer, then fluttered away, and then closer to your face again before slowly landing on your nose and spreading its wings. You stood stiller than a statue, careful not to scare it, so you didn’t notice when Kaji took the photo. 

Actually, you had been so enraptured by the winged creature, that when the delicate ivory and blushing pink butterfly took off beyond you - you had spun so quickly on your heel to watch it go. Kaji had captured his Home Screen background then, which after a moment he unlocked his phone to show you. Swiping the app icons out of the way, he reveals a professional level photo of you backlit with the morning rays and the same canal background. This time, your arms swayed around your spinning form, with your skirt still whipped up by the movement. Rippling locks still mid spin around you, and an innocent smile filled with as much wanderlust and amazement as the first time a child learns what a butterfly is. When the ethereal insect had disappeared from your sight, you had turned to see Kaji staring at you with an amused face, but internally he was fighting what he soon found out to be called “cuteness aggression”. 

”I really love butterflies.” You had admitted with a sheepish grin. Kaji’s face broke as he couldn't help but smile as a laugh puffed past his lips. In the moment, he brought a hand up to cover his smile, and to ease the rising need he had felt in his chest to scoop you up and cover you with kisses right then and there - he sufficed with taking your hand. He held onto you tightly all the way to school that day. When he picked you up later that afternoon, you found him standing by the gates smiling absentmindedly down at his phone, but you never knew why until now.

Kaji slowly lowers his phone to see your eyes wider than ever, and your lips slightly parted from shock. God you’re so cute, I just want to kiss you! He fights the urge as he waits for you to say something.

”I-Is that how you see me?” Your voice was so small, but the desperate hope you were feeling bled right through, and Kaji nods without missing a beat.

”All of the time - ever since I first saw you.” He states earnestly, and a tear falls from where it’s been brimming in your eye, but you giggle as you sniffle and wipe the tear away. Kaji’s eyebrows raise slightly, hoping you’ll tell him what’s so funny.

”Tsubaki was right. That did convince me.” You giggle louder as you beamed up at him with adoring eyes.

”Thank God for Tsubaki.” He whispers as he rubs the back of his neck and sighs in relief. As he did, it dawned on him then that there was a second part to your worries. A deep well of guilt rises in his chest as he starts wondering how long this has been bothering you - how long have you thought he didn’t want to touch you? His eyes scan over your smaller former and the smile still persistently tugging at the corners of your mouth. Terrible thoughts flash through his mind - have some of your smiles been forced? Has he been making you feel as if you’re not good enough? The questions that shatter his heart to pieces finally form at the front his mind - If you felt this way for the entirety of your relationship, then how do you not hate him? How can you even stand him after he’s made you feel that way? 

As you start to turn with an unsuspecting smile on your face, continuing towards your house, suddenly Kaji feels that feeling again. The need washes over him to grab you, squeeze you, snuggle into you… and he didn’t feel like fighting it anymore. In one swift motion, Kaji crushes you against him and you let out that adorable squeak as he presses your back to the wall on your right.

”K-Kaji?” Laughing out his name, but your eyebrows crease a little. “What are you doing…?” You ask, tilting your head, still giggling softly. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, Kaji remains quiet for a long moment, and you don’t try to fill the silence - waiting for him to instead. He inhales your sweet scent before exhaling a long breath, and then prepares the words he’s struggled to say, and that you deserve to hear.

”I want to be affectionate towards you, but I don’t know how sometimes..." He begins slowly, unsure of himself. "When we first met you were being attacked, so I never wanted to do anything that reminds you of that, or leave you feeling that I could or would treat you like that…" Uttering the words in a shame filled voice, and then he sighs out miserably. "I just really don’t wanna mess this up, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to touch you, and it certainly doesn’t mean that I’m not attracted to you. I am. Believe me - I am.” Kaji is uncharacteristically talkative as he spills his guts into the soft skin of your throat, and you silently drink in every word. He goes on to surprise you with even more.

”I want to touch you all of the time, every second of every day. Since the moment you texted me at that concert…" He muses as he remembers wanting so badly to kiss your forehead. "I’ve had to physically resist the urge to have my hands on you with every breath I take.” He’s shuddering now, breathing unevenly as he pulls away from your neck to stare you down with molten eyes.

“It hurts Y/N.” A panged whisper leaves him as he dips his lips closer to yours, and you breathe in his shaky exhale. “I want to touch you so badly it hurts.” He repeats in a strained tone you’ve only heard him use when he’s badly injured as he presses his forehead gently to yours.

“But I just don’t want to hurt you. God, I would start hating myself again if I ever did…” He whispers miserably, and your eyes widen slightly at his admission. During your time dating Kaji, he’s mentioned his hatred of himself to you - briefly - but he’s never mentioned that he stopped hating himself at any point. 

“I wouldn’t hurt you, I swear I wouldn’t…” He whispered desperately, a breath away from your lips now as tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he held himself back with the ragged tether still in place deep inside of himself.

“... Just, please, let me feel you.” Begging against your mouth so sweetly, the taste of peach Chupa Chup clings to his breath and washes over your tastebuds, as he caresses your cheek with his thumb oh so lovingly.

”Yes.” Is all you can utter as you nod vehemently at him, but he doesn’t move , not certain he can trust himself yet. “You would never hurt me, Kaji. I’ve never thought for a second that you would… so please kiss me, touch me, feel me.” Begging desperately right back and letting your lips finally brush his ever so slightly. Still he holds tight to the tether, body shaking with uneven breaths as his lips begin to tremble with anticipation. “Touch me Kaji, you’re the only one who can, because I’m yours…” As the confession leaves your lips and enters his - like a soft breeze rustling the branches in a tree - Kaji’s tether finally snaps. 

Surging forward, he envelops your mouth with his and kisses you hungrily. At first, he just enjoys the feeling of your plump, soft lips on his, but as a gasping breath parts your lips he pounces on the opportunity. Sliding his tongue eagerly inside, relishing in tasting the peppermint gum you had been chewing on the way here and how it compliments the sweet peach Chupa Chup on his tongue so well. Using his wet muscle to set about mapping out your mouth - caressing your tongue and flicking the tip of it with his, before placing kitten licks to the inside of your lips. All the while he’s pulling the most scandalous wanton whines from deep in your core.

When he expertly parts your legs and presses the top of his strong thigh to your throbbing core - you part the kiss with a whiney moan as you fist the front of his hoodie and drop your forehead to his chest, blushing up to your ears.

”Ka-Kaji…” You whisper shakily, and he almost pulls away out of fear that he took it too far, until you continue in a small pleading voice. “I-I can’t be quiet when you touch me like that… Can you take me home please?” The murmur is soft to his ears, even though his anxiety that this is too much for you and that you just need to go home rears its ugly head and he starts to pull away, but you quell his nerves quickly as you flash him an embarrassed smile.“Do you think you could get away with spending the next few hours at my house?” Offering him the invitation with a mischievous look as you peer up at him through thick lashes. All Kaji can do is release a shuddering breath in relief as he nods before placing a firm palm on your lower back and quickly leading you to your house… and back onto his thigh.

***********************The Next Morning*****************************

The next day, Kaji goes out of his way to hold your hand on the way to school and even kisses your cheek before you head to class. You're left blushing and sputtering for the rest of the morning. Both of you were so absorbed with the evolution in your relationship, that neither of you noticed Kaji left his headphones on your bedside table last night. It only occurred to you that he wasn't wearing them this morning when you receive a text from Kusumi.

Kusumi: Hey, is Kaji okay? He doesn't have his headphones with him today, but is weirdly really calm about it??

Kusumi: Like I don't think he's noticed at all...

Your heart palpitates for a moment before you're able to recover your composure. Hana - who is peering not so stealthily over your shoulder - burst into giggles as she pieces things together.

Y/N: No idea! I'll bring them to him around lunch though!

Kusumi thought it was weird that you had Kaji's headphones, but thought nothing else of it. Until you showed up around lunch and surprised him with a small bag of suckers and his headphones. His white haired captain barely registers his two most prized possessions (prior to meeting you) as he chooses to bend down and kiss your forehead before rumbling a 'thank you' sweetly into your bangs. It was odd to see Kaji so openly physically affection.

When you turn about three shades darker from blushing up to your ears, and Kaji responds by smiling down at you adoringly Kusumi started to think maybe the two of you had a nice time after Pothos last night. Once he sees the dark glint in his captain's eye though, that's when he realizes the two of you had a really nice time last night.

imagine the yandere ghost learning he can play with your body through your clothes, no matter what you're wearing. with a bit of concentration, he can phase his hands through all the layers of your clothes, making cold contact with your skin directly.

nico doesn't care what you're doing– he doesn't care if there's someone else in the house. you are a drug he cannot get enough of– bringing you to new heights of pleasure whenever he gets the inkling becomes his favorite pastime.

he slips his hands over your hips when you're cooking, then slides up through your shirt to allow his hands to roam all over your chest. if you're sensitive here, he uses this to his advantage, his presence pressed firmly into your back and keeping you trapped against the counter as he plucks and swirls his fingers around your nipples.

cleaning? the perfect time for him to pin you to the wall, sliding his ghostly hands through your jeans to caress you, working you to the brink right then and there with talented, chilling fingers.

heaven forbid someone knocks on your door; a kindly neighbor or a mailman with a package. you'll have to speak to them while nico slips his fingers insider you, the ghostly form allowing him to slide right in. better hope they don't notice the way you involuntarily shudder as you rock back and forth from the force of him fucking you with his fingers.

Multiple Characters: ⤜♡→ Please teach me, WBmulti x Reader (SMUT) Desc. Who would our little less experienced characters go to for help in pleasing their partner? (Haruka Sakura, Jo Togame, Kyotaro Sugishita, Hajime Umemiya, Akihiko Nirei, Hayato Suo) ⤜♡→ Anywhere but the bed, WBmulti x Reader (SMUT) Desc. Sometimes In the heat of the moment, you don’t always make it to the bedroom. Here’s some scenarios of some of the windbreaker boys fucking you anywhere but your bed. (Jo Togame, Toma Hiragi, Hajime Umemiya, & Haruka Sakura) ⤜♡→ Getting Kinky, WBmulti x Reader (SMUT) Desc. Getting kinky with the windbreaker boys, kink headcannons for certain wb characters. (Toma Hiragi, Ren Kaji, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, & Yamato Endo) ⤜♡→ Smitten, WBmulti x Reader (SMUT) Desc. Smitten. We don’t always get to choose who our hearts call for. Just a collection of some of the wb characters who have a crush on their friend’s partner. (Akihiko Nirei, Yamato Endo, & Haruka Sakura feat. Chika Takiishi & Hayato Suo) ⤜♡→ Three Words, WBmulti x Reader (FLUFF) Desc. Three words, eight letters, a phrase that is felt more than it is spoken. This is my take on how some of the Wind Breaker characters say "I love you" for the first time. (Hajime Umemiya, Tasuku Tsubakino, Haruka Sakura, & Hayato Suo) ⤜♡→ Poppin' Bottles, WBmulti x Reader (FLUFF) Desc. Headcanons of some of the Wind Breaker boys taking care of their significant other when they've had one too many. (Jo Togame, Hajime Umemiya, Ren Kaji, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo,& Toma Hiragi)

Hayato Suo: ⤜♡→ Hayato Suo NSFW Headcannons, Hayato Suo x Fem!Reader (SMUT) Desc. Just some NSFW headcannons for Suo.

Kaji Ren: ⤜♡→ Lick me like a lollipop, Kaji Ren x Reader (SMUT) Desc. Kaji would never eat another lollipop again if he could have his mouth on you at all times. Basically just oral with Kaji Ren.

Yamato Endo: ⤜♡→ ToxicExBoyfriend!Endo x Reader (ANGST) Desc. You thought you’d never see him again, hoped to start again fresh after leaving. But fate had other plans when you see those familiar blues staring into yours once more. ⤜♡→ Jealous!EndoxReader (SMUT) Desc. Jealous sex with Yamato Endo, that’s it, that’s the tweet. ⤜♡→ Endo x Reader X Chika (SMUT) Desc. Endo had devoted himself to Chika from the very moment that he had met him. Vowing to give him anything his heart desired, even if that meant giving him you.

Hajime Umemiya: ⤜♡→ Hajime Umemiya NSFW Headcannons, Hajime Umemiya x Fem!reader (SMUT) Desc. NSFW headcannons for Hajime Umemiya. ⤜♡→ A Birthday Confession, Hajime Umemiya x Reader (FLUFF) Desc. Hajime had always been an actions spoke louder than words kind of guy, what happens though when he can't control his actions when celebrating your birthday together for the first time?

Dividers by saradika-graphics.

Na lápide está escrito: “Itachi Uchiha, a criança que se sacrificou para resolver problemas de adultos.”

Arte mostra como deveria ter sido o túmulo do Itachi em Naruto Shippuden

Another art fight attack this time for my friend @dont-eat-big-dumplings :) Xinlin, or in her words, the piebald deer twink