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[arahdow]

OMGGGG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING MY REQUEST!!! 🤍 You wrote this so beautifully, sometimes it’s hard seeing Togame on a soft light because the fandom likes to paint him as some sort of bad guy (which is totally cool sometimes but we absolutely need more soft togame!!!!!)

I got the notification at work and couldn’t stop thinking about it until just now that I got to read it 😮‍💨 absolutely adored the way you wrote their relationship! your writing is gold!! ✨

hihi !! i’d love to request for togame, can I have a writing where he and reader are laying after a tiring day at his house, looking at a movie or something and they see a kiss scene. bcs their relationship is quite new, they haven’t kissed just yet so reader thinks she’s ready to try ! i’d love to see this soft prompt with him, if you do decide to write it i’ll be over the moon!! thank you so much!! ✨

Blame the Kiss Scene | Wind Breaker

Pairing: Togame Jo x Fem! Reader

Content: fluff, slightly suggestive, soft Togame

Word count: 883

Note: Sorry for the wait! I've been busy with some stuff, but here it is! I'm such a sucker for soft Togame. This man is a fake red flag fr fr.

The soft murmur of the TV fills the silent, casting a pale light across the room. The movie plays, but mostly forgotten, the scene flickers across Togames living room walls like a timid shadow. Outside, the streets are quiet for once, even the chaos seems to leave you alone this evening.

The both of you sit close together—shoulders brushing, legs stretch beneath the knitted blanket, sharing a bowl of popcorn you've both ignored for the past twenty minutes, Togame’s finished half a bottle of ramune, the marble glass now sweating silently on the table. The quiet between you isn't awkward. It's comfortable and safe.

You can still smell the faint citrus sweetness of the ramune clinging onto the air. It's calming, but your heart isn't.

On screen, the music dims and the couple in the film leans in. Their conversation drops into a hushed tone, fingers brushing cheeks and waist, lips parting.

Then they're kissing.

It starts slow and gentle, but soon they're full-on making out, grabbing each other, falling into the couch with the kind that makes your cheeks heat up. You feel your breath catch in your throat.

Togame doesn't look away. Neither do you.

You feel the shift the second it happens—when the air between you becomes thicker, more heavier. His strong thighs brush against yours, everything feels more sensitive, you feel more sensitive.

You're too aware of how close you are. Of the fact that your knees have touched three times in the past minutes, and each time, neither pulled back.

Your heart is pounding, overthinking about what to do. About what he wants to do.

He still hasn't said anything. But you glance at him, just a flicker of your eyes—he is already watching you. His eyes searching yours, cheeks and ear tinted with a soft pink.

You freeze under his gaze. It's not intense—it’s an unsure and quiet one and behind that there's something simmering. Something that the both of you've been holding back.

Your mouth opens before you can stop yourself. “Kind of intense, huh?” you mumbled, half-joking to ease the tension.

Togame huffs softly. “Yeah,” he says, voice low and deep.

You shift slightly, your heart pounding in your ears. “Do you… ever think about that?”

He blinks. “What?”

You look down, eyes flicking to his lips just a second too long. ”Kissing. Us. I mean–” you hesitate. “We haven't…yet”

His lips part, but no words or sound came out. Instead, his hand moves beneath the blanket, finding yours with a slow warm touch. His fingers wrapped around yours, thumb brushing your knuckles. When he speaks, his voice is softer than you've ever heard.

“I think about it more than I should,” he admits.

You look at him fully now, the honesty in his expression makes your breath catch. There's a tremble in your chest, and before you know it, your voice comes out, barely a whisper.

“Me too”

There's a beat. Then he shifts—just slightly and pulls you by the hand.

Your breath hitches as he gently guides you up, and you move without question. Carefully, he tugs you on his lap, your knees on either side of his sturdy thighs. You straddle him slowly, unsure. Your hands steadying on his shoulders, but your eyes search his, reading him like a delicate book.

He looks at you like you're the only thing he sees.

“You sure?” he murmurs, voice husky.

You nod. “Yeah, I want to”

That's all he needs.

Togame leans in slowly. His hand rests against your cheek, thumb brushing just below your eyes. When your lips meet, it's hesitant. Gentle. The kind of kiss that barely touches but it makes your whole chest ache.

And then it deepens.

His lips part slightly, and you melt into him, heart fluttering like you've waited forever for this. The kiss grows hotter, more real, and you taste the unmistakable sweetness of ramune on his tongue—cool, sugary, and soft, like the air after rain on a summer evening.

The kiss makes your head spin.

He holds you steady on his lap, arms now holding your waist and bottom. You can feel how warm his hands are through your shirt, trembling slightly, like he's trying not to let the moment go away. You kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him.

When you finally pull back, your foreheads touch, breath mingling, lips swollen from the softness of it all. He opens his eyes slowly, half-lidded and dazed.

“You taste like ramune,” you murmur, dazed.

He smirks, letting out a huff and pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

“That bad?”

“No,” you replied. “i've wanted to do that for a while”

He hums softly. “Me too,” he says. Then, quieter. “Didn't wanna rush you”.

Your heart squeezes. That's Togame, always holding back, always protecting even when he's the one who wants something badly.

You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering there for a heartbeat. “You don't have to hold back with me”

He closes his eyes, like the word hit deeper than they should. Then his hands tighten at your waist—not to pull you in, but to keep you there.

Like he finally believes you won't slip away.

Safe to say that you won't be walking right after this.

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THIS WAS UGH *CHEFS KISS* SO GOOD!!!!! Ume got me kicking my feet and biting my fist. JOOOOO 😭 oh how I love togame too, AND KAJI AJDJDJSJAJ his level of brain rot is amusing, I just love him, he got me laughing out loud ✨

Thank you sososososos much for taking my request!! This was so good I ate it up FAST, had to take a deep breath before reading aH 😮‍💨

ouch!

— syn. the wind breaker boys when you have an injury.

— ft. umemiya, togame, kaji

— notes. reader is called gf & she/her in umemiya's. can u tell ume's ones draineddd me, 7 whole slides for a man that aint even real 😔💔

[arahdow]

wtf my fingers got cramped up bcs of… writing too much? 😦 it felt horrible hELP

[arahdow]

WIND BREAKER AS KPOP SONGS BECAUSE WHY TF NOT

Sakura Haruka — Hwaa by G(i)-dle

“Once I let the resentment behind, shall feel the spring once again. All memories turn into ashes, then shall bloom a beautiful bright flower.”

honorable mentions; Smoky by JOOHONEY, Fallin’ flower by Seventeen.

Nirei Akihiko — Fighting by BSS

“In the stories, why do all my friends look so cool there? Why am I still struggling? […] Gotta keep going, what else can you do? Fighting!”

honorable mentions; Very Nice by Seventeen, Polaroid love by Enhypen.

Suo Hayato — Artificial love by exo

“Even your true form is undercover […] to me you were artificial love, your pure artificial love. Tell me what is the truth and what is the lie, i can’t trust this!”

honorable mentions; So beautiful by DPR IAN, Error by Vixx.

Kiryu Mitsuki — Take you home by Baekhyun

“I’m not your man but watch over me[…] I can’t hold you but i’m a man with a large back to take you home. I’ll take you home, lean on me.”

honorable mentions; Queencard by (G)i-dle, Whatta Man by I.O.I

Tsugeura Taiga — Figher by Monsta X

“Bring me victory ‘cause i’m a champion. ‘Cause i’m a fighter, hands up higher, this place is on fire. […] I can knock down whoever it is, call me a fighter. The atmosphere is hot, the tension is high, hope that the heat of my temperature reaches you.”

honorable mentions; Cheer up by Twice, Mr. Simple by Super Junior.

Kaji Ren — Guerrilla by Ateez

“With both ears covered, with both eyes covered, like a duplicated doll, can’t live like that. […] look at the grayish world […] break that wall.”

honorable mentions; Candy by Baekhyun, Dash by PLAVE.

Umemiya Hajime — Future Perfect by Enhypen

“We ran together […] you’re judging who’s worthy? I’m out of your enclosure. […] put your weight on me, ‘cause we’re rule breaker.”

honorable mentions; Tamed-Dashed by Enhypen, Be mine by Infinite.

Will absolutely do a part 2 with more characters, trust!! 🙏 I got carried away, absolutely adored making this. Even though the lyrics aren’t that accurate pairing them with the character, i’d love to think the vibes are similar JAJDJSJA or the kind of songs they’d listen to (?) n e way 😋 hope you liked it bye!!

[arahdow]

I first started watching wind breaker because I wanted to feel the thrill of an action anime, i wanted to see fights and blood, but the more i watched, the more I realized the deep meanings behind every single detail in the story that just meant emotional growth (me as a psychologist, this got me even more excited!).

I absolutely adore the way the author shows the emotional availability of the characters by these simple details, the word building is just scrumptious, absolutely love the way there’s not a single character who has a shallow story (we don’t know Suo’s but that’s another story)

Thank you so much OP for writing this amazing analysis!!!🤍🤍

The Importance of Food in Wind Breaker

It's unfinished but this is just my analysis of the show and manga so far

Food is very often shown in Wind Breaker, appearing in almost every scene after a fight. This is my speculation on its importance and its metaphor for acceptance.

Starting with our main character, Sakura. After he saves Kotoha from some thugs, she treats him to an omurice at her café, Pothos. Sakura is reluctant at first, thinking that she’s crazy for acting kind, mainly due to his past experience and trauma. However, once he tastes the food, he is instantly taken aback with how delicious it is. He then asks if he could do take out to which Kotoha says no. This one scene shows Kotoha’s thanks for Sakura saving her, and how Sakura begins to like something in this town. Kotoha was the first person to accept him by cooking him a meal, as Sakura was new to town and she didn’t know him. In Sakura’s bio page, his likes are of omurice which was “newly discovered”. Later on in the series we learn that the only thing Sakura wants to eat when given the option is Kotoha’s omurice. This is probably because it was one of the first positive experiences he had in Makochi (their town). When he fights with Furin, the boys there are often given gifts by the townsfolk, like breads and snacks to show their appreciation for the Furin boys. Sakura isn’t used to the kindness so he rejects it on his first day. But when he complies and actually tries a bread that someone gave him on his way to school, it’s a familiar feeling to when he had Kotoha’s omurice for the first time. He says that the bread tastes wonderful even when it’s cold. The town shows its love by providing food as a gift for the boys that protect the town. Restaurants are also used as places to bond and connect with others, specifically Café Pothos (due to its history with Bofurin) but they are others as well.

He is incredibly tied to food especially with his friends. One time after KEEL, he was shown drinking tea and coffee with Kaji (not really food i guess but it counts). It was used an example but it also compared Sakura to a food item. He is shown to be more open and secure with his relationships after he talk with Kaji because he accepts help, and doesn't close people off even he struggles anymore. In recent chapters (Kiryu's backstory), we can see him open up more and more by noticing how he's trying new foods (frappucino). With him, his growth and connection with people can be examined by how he eats.

Moving onto Sakura’s vice-captain, Suo. Suo is mainly noted as a mysterious character because there is very little information about his personal life. For example, we had room tours of class 1’s first years, including Kiryu, Sakura, Nirei, Sugishita, and Tsugeura. However, Suo was missing from this cast even though he is an important character in the series. We know almost nothing about his backstory except that he was a powerful fighter in middle school. His mystery can be shown through his relationship with food in Wind Breaker. When the first years are given fresh taiyaki from a store, Suo is seen giving his uneaten share to Nirei.

He also is never shown consuming anything besides tea. In every restaurant scene he only orders tea and says that he isn’t hungry. In the manga, it is said that he is on a diet but that’s just an odd statement in general coming from a teen boy who exerts a lot of energy from fighting constantly. It doesn’t make sense for him to not eat on screen with others.

His lack of shown eating explains why we know so little about his character. Him not eating may symbolize how he does not form connections with any of his classmates or allies. He stays secretive and closed off with clashes with Umemiya's philosophy. There was also a post I saw talking about how Suo mainly evades as a fighting style, to which Umemiya says "fighting is like a conversation." stating that Suo doesn't communicate with anyone really (he quickly ends those conversations if he does land a punch or kick which is the only real contact we see). Said previously, food is a sort of acceptance in Wind Breaker and it gets people to open up more, especially after fights (like the Shishitoren Fight after Bofurin wins) and mainly in Sakura and Umemiya. Because we don’t see him eat, we never really see him become immersed in conversations with the other boys. Yes, he does have input when he talks with the others but his personal experience in topics is never brought up by himself. People talk about him more than he talks about himself. He is one of the most interesting characters when we ponder his relationship with food, and I hope to learn more about his backstory and why he doesn’t eat later on in the manga if it is ever revealed.

Umemiya’s entire backstory and actions are heavily based around food. He has a garden full of vegetables on the top of the Bofurin School. Because food is so important in this work, we can understand that Umemiya wants to make sure everyone under him gets along well, which is seen by his actions. Him growing food shows that he wants acceptance and love to bloom within each of his underclassmen. He also provides food to Kotoha’s Café Pothos, which is later used to feed people. When Umemiya uses food, it seems to be in a cycle of love; where he can indirectly contribute to the Furin students and even their opponents. After their fight with Shishitoren, he invited them to eat takeout on top of the roof. He brings people together with food and he always wholeheartedly enjoys it. His backstory explains why he holds food so highly but I’m going explain that later on. Choji and Togame are both confused with why they are eating together after the fight (Sakura too!) but Umemiya explains that it's because he can enjoy food to the fullest that way, when everyone is happy and together. This must be because of his past and how he refused to eat and was suicidal. He now feels love with his community and wants to preserve and create with with new members or previous enemies. He builds connections through fights and food.

Food plays a main role in Umemiya’s backstory. Even in the chapter cover of his backstory, there is an inverted, black and white photo of omurice. When he is first sent to the orphanage he doesn’t eat with the other children, showing how he does not want to connect with others and he isolates himself in his room. And then after he almost kills himself and is carried back to the orphanage, he reminisces about how his late parents ate with him. After blaming himself so much for their death, he remembers how happy they once were eating together as a family.

His family is at Furin (and Kotoha included) so he is always shown providing for the people of Makochi whether it be by eating with his fellow underclassmen or by doing chores for the senior citizens. He healed his past with food and it's evident that he carries that policy (Umemiya Family Way) with Furin as well.

I'll make a part 2 whenever i have time (it'll include Suzuri and Togame probably)

[arahdow]

UMEMIYA RANDOM THOUGHTS...

“Let me… Here…” 

Your hand brushed his hair back, putting the stray white hairs in place, as he took his long jacket waiting for you to finish so he could put it on. Taking the item from his grasp, you opened it so he could ease his arms into the sleeves. 

“Do I look fine?” 

“Like you weren’t sleeping just a couple minutes ago?” The boy smiled sheepishly, making you smile. “You look good, Ume.”

The man sighed and just when he was about to leave, you held him back by his sleeve and put his hands on the collar of the jacket, pulling it to you to get rid of the few wrinkles on it. He wasn’t expecting the pull, his eyes widening for a split second, breath getting trapped in his chest.

As you pressed your hands on his shoulders and slid them down through his chest, you patted him softly and nodded. “All done.”

He pressed his lips on a smile and patted you back on the head. “Thanks, love.”

Oh but you weren’t lovers, none of that. Even though you both felt a LOT for each other. But you were also oblivious of his mannerisms when you were around. Same thing with him. His eyes softened and his voice called out your name in the sweetest way. But he wasn’t in love, oh no, he was most likely… Appreciative of your existence in his life. Just that. Yeah. You could say the same. 

And that surely made all of the people around you both, who were witnesses of the longing stares and lingering touches, extremely frustrated.

thinking seriously on making this some kind of… series… 🤔

[arahdow]

I just read your writing about the trio first year courting reader 😳 its so sweet its make my heart goes boom boom and smiling 🤭

The gender of reader is female and romantic for the boys

I want to request Headcanon/scenario separate for sakura, suo and kaji

about fem reader as their wife and how their married life goes, how many kids do they want, how they're when woke up in the morning and the first thing they see is fem reader's sleeping face, how clingy they're with fem reader, how they act when she is pregnant and craving something weird.

I need something sweet in my life 😭🙏

DOMESTIC FICS MY LOVE OML YESSSSSSSAHHHHH ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

Tags: TW for mentions of complications during birth (suo), aside from that it's pretty fluffy, especially kaji's!!

➜ as we all know, sakura haruka has some serious issues with his family, so to get to the point where he has one with you takes some time for sure ➜ in my mind, he's around 28 when he finally gets married ➜ the reason it takes so long is that he sees marriage as largely a formality and not something necessary to your relationship. if he's dating you, he already trusts you like a wife even when you're just his girlfriend, so why would he need to put up with the extra headaches of getting married? ➜ once you guys finally tie the knot though, he understands why so many people take the next step. he takes pride in getting to be your husband, and he loves when you introduce him as such ➜ it takes another five years though for you guys to finally have kids. sakura is so worried about repeating the mistakes of his parents, and it takes some convincing from you that the two of you can work as parents ➜ you have two, both boys. sakura wants to make sure the two will always have someone to be with, that way they'll never be lonely like him

Sakura wakes to a start, a weight pressing down on his foot. He sits up in bed, his eyes taking a moment to adjust to the darkness of the room. He sees a tiny shadow clinging to his foot and crawling up his leg. "Naoki? Is that you?" he asks, his voice gruff with sleep. Naoki, his youngest son, peeks up at his dad, his wide eyes wet and fearful. Sakura's heart stops and he immediately moves to scoop the tiny boy in his arms. "What happened?" "Nightmare," Nao mumbles, rubbing his eyes. "Can I sleep . . . with you and mama?" Sakura sighs and nods. He tucks Naoki against his chest and lays back down. The young boy is sandwiched between Sakura and you, and falls asleep quickly to the warmth of his parents. Sakura soothes Naoki as best he can, patting his hair and occasionally giving the young boy kisses. He feels his eyes start to grow heavy, but just before he can fall asleep, he feels a hand shaking him awake from behind. He turns his head and rubs his eyes to see his older son, Haruo, staring at them. He has Sakura's eyes, the darker one looking pitch black in the night. "What?" Sakura asks. "I heard Nao getting up and followed him. I . . . I don't wanna be left out," Haruo looks off to the side and asks quietly, "can I sleep here too?" Sakura stares at his son for a moment, a horrible pang shooting in his chest. He quickly wraps his arms around his other son's shoulders and pulls Haruo closer to the bed. Haruo climbs up and lays next to his little brother, falling asleep just as fast. You wake up, surprised to find your kids in bed with you. However, when you look over at Sakura, you smile as you see how protectively his arm is wrapped around your sons.

➜ suo hayato proposes to you straight out of high school. you are both freshly eighteen years old and he just cannot wait a minute more to make you his ➜ in my mind, suo is a big family man, so the sooner he can make you part of his the better ➜ he makes sure you are the most cherished wife in the world. like genuinely everything you want he somehow makes happen, even if it can't be immediately ➜ for kids, he wants a big family. he initially asks for five, but you adamantly refuse and he narrows it down to three ➜ the first two end up being boys, and the third is a girl, and she's the apple of his eye. suo is a girl dad through and through, and makes sure that his sons grow up strong and gentle so that they can take care of their little sister and you ➜ he's a wonderful husband and an even better dad

"Again," Suo instructs. Asahi, the middle child, frowns and pouts. His clothes are all dirty from sparring in the grass with his older brother, Yuta. As time has passed, Asahi's movements have gotten sloppier and more predictable. Yuta is taking him down with more and more ease. Asahi is frustrated and Suo's calm demeanor isn't helping. "Enough," Asahi grumbles. "I'm tired." "You're the one who asked me to teach you how to fight like I do Yuta," Suo reminds him. "You can't give up after one lesson." Asahi grits his teeth and clenches his hands into a fist. "Asahi, come on," Yuta whines. "Don't be a baby!" "I'm not a baby!" Asahi shouts and lunges again, his fist going straight for Yuta's jaw. Suo's eyes widen, and he immediately steps in, catching Asahi's wrist and flipping the young boy so that he lands on his back. It's not enough to hurt the boy, but it stops him all the same. "Wha- Dad!" Asahi whines. "You're wrestling, not boxing," Suo says sternly. "Fight fair or don't fight at all." Asahi suddenly screams, tears beginning to well in his eyes. They burst out a moment later and Asahi hiccups as he furiously cries, "I would've won! Why'd you stop me, I would've finally won!" Yuta's eyes widen, and he moves to try and comfort his little brother, but Suo stops him. He kneels in front of Asahi and gathers the boy into his chest, cupping his hand behind his son's head. Asahi kicks and punches against Suo's body, but he takes the blows with ease. "Asahi, listen to me," Suo says. "Do you remember why you asked me to train you?" Asahi stops his fighting after a moment and sighs. "I . . . I wanted to fight to keep mama safe. To protect my new baby sister." "That's right," Suo says softly, stroking his son's hair. His mind flashes back to a couple weeks ago, when you were delivering Emi, how pale you became, how your hand went limp in his, how he cried for hours at your side and pleaded that whatever the doctors had done would be enough to save you. "It doesn't matter if you win or lose, Asahi," Suo explains. "As long as you can protect those you love. I'm not gonna be around forever, and I need to make sure you both can grow to be stronger than me, to protect your mom and Emi." Asahi nods against Suo's shirt and Suo sighs. "You can beat your brother, I know you can, but ask yourself this: even if you beat him up, did you really win?" When both Yuta and Asahi remain silent, Suo stands with his youngest son still tucked against him. "Let's go in for the day, hmm? I'll make you both mac n cheese to cheer you up." As the three boys walk back inside, Suo looks up and sees you, a soft smile on your face, watching your boys, with your daughter against your chest.

➜ from practically the moment the two of your start to date, kaji ren knows that you're the one ➜ he keeps a ring at the ready for when the moment feels right, but that moment doesn't come any time soon. the two of you are in your mid twenties by the time he finally proposes to you and the two of you get married ➜ your wedding is super lowkey, to the point where the only real indicator that it's a wedding is that you're wearing white and have a veil ➜ not much changes in terms of how he is as a lover after the two of you get married. he's still clingy and protective of you, but his protection takes on a new vibe ➜ he always takes the chance to refer to you as his wife ➜ for kids, you guys have them when you're twenty eight. you only end up having one kid, a boy who looks exactly like kaji ➜ honestly it's kinda annoying how much he looks like kaji, but he acts like you, so at least there's that

It's Sunday, and you and Kaji have elected to be lazy with your newborn son in bed for the foreseeable future. "He's so small," Kaji whispers as his son, Yukiya, wraps his tiny hand around Kaji's fingers. "Yeah, he didn't feel that small coming out of me, I'll tell you that much," you laugh softly. Kaji doesn't return your humor though. He stares at his son a little longer, marveling at his chubby cheeks and the shadows cast by his eyelashes. "I didn't know babies could have long eyelashes," he whispers. "Yeah, well they do. Especially boys, they always get the better deal," you sigh. "You have long eyelashes, didn't you realize?" "Do I?" "Yeah, I've always been jealous. Oh, Ren," he looks over at you and you beam, "he's going to be so pretty. He looks just like you." Kaji stares blankly at you, before turning beet red. He buries his face in the comforter and you laugh. The sound rouses your baby and his eyes flutter open, taking in the surroundings which are bathed in sunlight coming from the windows. For a moment, you and Kaji freeze in anticipation of Yukiya crying, but nothing comes. He just stares blankly, his eyes an exact copy of Kaji's. Your heart squeezes and you can't help but nuzzling into your baby's chubby cheeks. You squeal softly, "My baby boy . . . you're so cute!" Kaji huffs out a quiet laugh at your behavior and he pokes Yukiya's belly. Suddenly, Yukiya laughs. It's a tiny sound, but both of you freeze at it. His mouth is pulled up in a smile, his cheeks puffing up. His eyes twinkle and he wags his arms and legs aimlessly in the air as you and your husband stare down at your baby. "Oh my god, are you laughing?" you grin and gently tickle Yukiya's sides. "Are you laughing bubba? Was that a laugh?" You stop and your smile falls as you notice drops of water darkening the fabric of your son's onesie. You look over at Kaji, whose face is red and sports fat tears on his cheeks. "Ren?" you ask softly, touching his shoulder. "Are you-" "He has your smile," he gasps. His voice is light and breathy and makes your heart stop. He wipes his tears on his wrist, before looking up at you. "I love you. I love you both so much. I'll never . . . I won't let anything happen to either of you . . . I-" he can't manage anything else, his voice dying in his tears, but you know what he means. I won't ever let anything happen to that smile.

a/n: guys, is it obvious that I have baby fever or what?

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every time i go into tumblr and open the “wind breaker x reader” tag, a part of me dies slowly when I don’t see something new to read (the last fic was literally posted an hour ago BUT STILL)

[arahdow]

A Lazy Summer Morning

Umemiya Hajime x Fem!Reader This is a rewritten post from my old blog Self-indulgent, domestic fluff, established relationship, aged up characters ✧ 879 words You spend a rare lazy summer morning with your boyfriend

It’s early morning. The sun is only just peeking over the neighbor’s roof, casting a watery light over your garden. A mist hangs low over the ground, swirling lazily between the raised vegetable beds. The windows are thrown open wide in the hopes of catching a cool breeze before the summer heat becomes unbearable. Birds are singing in the trees, their song mixing with Hajime’s off-key humming as he stands in front of the stove, pancakes sizzling on the griddle.

You’ve already got coffee brewing, and now you’re busying yourself with anything you can think of, cleaning up the few dishes left behind the night before, straightening the blanket on the couch which your cat pulled down and turned into a rumpled nest, anything to pass the time. Your gaze passes over the two small bowls of fresh fruit on the counter and your stomach growls impatiently.

Almost as if on cue, Hajime turns to you.

“Here!” he grins, holding out a fork, a piece of the first finished pancake skewered on it. “Lemme know how they are.”

Judging from the crumbs around his lips, he knows exactly how they are. Still, if you can get to taste one early, you won’t complain.

You open your mouth, waiting. Hajime’s smile softens, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He brings the fork closer.

“Careful, it’s hot.”

You briefly blow on the pancake before closing your lips around the fork. Pulling away, you start chewing, letting out a hum of pleasure as the taste washes over your tongue.

“It’s so fluffy! But not sweet enough.”

Hajime beams at you. “That’s what the syrup’s for. Can’t have it be too sweet.” Leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, he adds, “Not like you, sweet cheeks.”

His lips leave a sweet, sticky residue behind as he turns back to the stove. What else has he been sampling, you wonder, licking at your lips.

“How much longer?” you ask.

“Couple of minutes, why?”

You slip your feet into a pair of sandals. “I’m gonna go refill the bird feeders real quick.”

Opening the hallway closet, you pick up the bag of seeds and dried fruit. It’s not really necessary to feed the birds at this time of year. But a few still show up to the feeders so you continue to feed them. And you like to think that feeding the non-migratory birds throughout the summer makes them stay in your garden through the winter, adding a few much needed pops of color to the snow.

Bag nestled in the crook of your arm, you slip out the kitchen door, past the grill you bought Hajime as an anniversary gift. He’s been using it every weekend since then, often inviting friends and family over for dinner. It’s been one of the busier summers you’ve had, but it’s been a blast so far.

You turn to look at him through the open kitchen window. His back is towards you, one hand on his hip as he flips a pancake. He’s switched to whistling, you realize. A smile crosses your face. How did you ever get so lucky?

You’re standing at the sink, rinsing the last few soap suds off your hands. Hajime -done drying the dishes- comes up behind you, strong arms encircling your waist. He’s slung the wet dish towel over his shoulder, and you can feel the water seeping into your shirt as he presses against your back. 

“That’s wet!” you laugh.

He pulls the towel off his shoulder, flinging it onto the counter, before leaning against your back once more, chin coming down to rest on your shoulder.

“Better?” he asks.

“Still wet,” you reply, drying your hands. “But better, yeah.”

Hajime presses his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply. “I’ve missed these lazy mornings.”

“Me too,” you say, looking out at the serene garden. There’s always so much to do between jobs, commute, and chores. But not today. You deep cleaned and did laundry yesterday. The fridge is reasonably full. No pressing errands to run. Even the garden has been mostly dealt with, the weeds pulled recently. Watering has to wait until after sunset. You need to harvest some vegetables for dinner, but that’s still hours away.

“What do you want to do today?” you ask. 

Hajime chuckles lightly. “A nap in the hammock, maybe? I’m fine with anything as long as I’m with you.” Then he hugs you closer to him. “I love you, y’know,” he mumbles into your ear.

You can’t help but smile. Hearing him say those words still makes your heart skip a beat.

“Oh wow!” you laugh, turning to face him, your arms coming up to rest around his neck. “I had no idea you felt that way!”

Pale eyebrows briefly rise in mock surprise before Hajime’s face splits into that bright, boyish smile which made you fall for him all those years ago. He knows how weak he makes you a little too well. 

“No?” he asks, laughter in his voice. “I never told you? Not even on our wedding day? Shame on me!” Leaning in to rest his forehead against yours, his smile softening, he adds, “Guess I’d better make sure you’ll never forget.”

Then he kisses you.

Thank you so much for reading!! Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated!

[arahdow]

hello psychologist here, working on my masters degree in counseling! obviously everyone is different and there are different reasons behind people and their ways but i have an overall idea/theory regarding people’s enjoyment for the “they call you annoying and you change”

so one thing regarding my personal reasons behind reading that genre is “this is a big insecurity of mine”, constantly fearing i’m coming off as too much, too loud, too talkative, etc. and for those who read it i feel like they may agree

going into the “he calls you annoying”, to me, means that a huge fear/insecurity is someone you love calling you out on these insecurities, even if they’re just saying you “talk a lot sometimes”

for me when people said i talked too much i’d go silent to try and spite them, despite how little it worked which just hurt more— and that’s one reason i think we read these

when we change because of someone’s opinions and they don’t say anything or notice it feels like “oh, they were right, i am too annoying/loud/much” whereas if we change and they notice and ask questions and see if you’re okay and basically say they didn’t mean it, they were just mad, they love you the way you are, etc. it’s kind of vindicating

like “yes i talk a lot, but it’s part of me and you like me and therefore this part of me”

which is deeply rooted in being insecure, and wanting verbal/physical validation that someone we love/hold close to use doesn’t agree with that

sorry for the long rant

wow you really hit it right on the nail!! my old therapist and i dug into this years ago and she gave me a very watered down version of this and moved right onto the next subject but this really goes into every detail and makes me feel so much better that im not the only one who goes through these emotions too!

EVERYONE ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR PSYCHOLOGIST ANON RIGHT NOOWWWWWW 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

[arahdow]

UGH MY FAVORITE BOYS 😭🤍

I saw this originally with monsta x, but i needed a haminie one, so i did it myself lol

[arahdow]

character(s): shadow the hedgehog

rating: explicit

warnings: gunplay kink, no blood or injuries involved though

premise: shadow and you decide to experiment in bed a bit… with a gun? well, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

his breath was hot against your neck, those unusually sharp canines scraping against the delicate fur around your jugular. he was crowding over your body with an expression that you couldn’t read it.

click.

click.

a trigger flipped and metal bullets were carelessly discarded onto the floor as he emptied out his gun in front of you. his foot kicking away the ammo as it rolled off to god knows where— likely under your tattered couch but you’d have to worry about digging them out later.

“do you trust me?”, he asked, cautious as he lifted his gaze, his gun that he normally reserved for missions clenched in one hand, his finger stroking the trigger button. “it’s unloaded”, he added, eyes narrowing.

you sucked in a breath, eyes drifting from his face to the gun in his hand. this was certainly… new; unexpected. your lover rarely maimed you in bed (although perhaps maimed was a strong word— it was more-so just biting and scratching) but here he was brandishing his gun next to your thigh.

“i— sure,” the agreement spilled from your lips as you felt the gun shuffle between your legs.

shadow breathed out a sigh of relief as he leaning in closer once more, nuzzling against your neck as he pressed the muzzle of the gun against your clothed pussy. the cold metal a stark contrast against the warm heat between your legs.

“it’s not so bad.” he mumbled under his breath and whether he was speaking to himself or you, you hadn’t the faintest clue.

slowly, as if testing the waters, he dipped the gun lower, dragging the barrel against your clothed clit.

“ah-!”, a surprised squeak fell from you, your hands moving to grip his shoulders as you tried to steady yourself. the sensation was foreign but undeniably irresistible as you felt the thick barrel against your heat. the front sights of the gun would nudge against your aching swollen clit when he dipped the weapon between your thighs.

it was good.

he rolled the barrel of the gun back and forth, forcing it to slide up and down against your cunt— letting you practically ride the weapon in his hand. the panties you were wearing doing little to mask the sensation you felt.

above you, he was practically panting, his sharp gaze focused only on the action between your legs and the rhythmic thrust of his gun.

back

and

forth

at some point, you had started to grind down against it. that sweet warm heat pooling in your abdomen as the muzzle of the gun nudged against your core. the cold sensation against your clit causing your thighs to quiver.

those red eyes flickered up to your face, studying it for a moment because he knew— of course he knew you were close, he knew everything about your body. he commanded it.

you bit your lip, stifling the needy whines bubbling in your throat, trying to hold it in because making a mess of your underwear and his gun was embarrassing even if he approved of it.

but, shadow spoke up as if he had read your mind, “no, it’s fine”, he said, his gaze never leaving the heated sight of that pistol thrusting between your thighs this time. his finger idly pressing against the trigger as he let you take the lead — just watching as you desperately sought pleasure on the barrel of his weapon.

it was unloaded so no rounds would be fired even if he pressed against the trigger enough to set it off but something about the thrill — the danger — had you whimpering in pleasure.

it wasn’t long before you met your end, reaching your high as he kept the gun still against your cunt. not saying a word as you slowed the roll of your hips with a pleased sigh and your thighs squeezed against either side of the weapon, holding it against your pussy as you finished riding that wave of relief.

when the spark died down, you could feel the sweat dripping down your forehead and a sting against your neck (when had he bitten you? you hadn’t even noticed) as shadow pulled away, releasing his hold on you.

“okay- okay— you were right”, you panted out, still struggling to catch your breath. “that was, good.. really good.”

he flashed you a knowing and almost smug expression as he responded with, “i knew it would be.”

[arahdow]

None of the characters have canonical ages. Everyone Shut the Fuck Up.

“Shadows a teenager!” Show me where it says that. Because it’s nowhere. Man was made in a tube. He didn’t ‘age’ and he’s immortal. He has no age.

Like all we know are some characters are children (Charmy, Tails and Cream) but the others are like. Who cares???? Who cares.

Sonic to me sometimes acts like he’s in his early 20’s (which is still young and if any stupid teens or kids say that’s old get off the internet.)

Sorry I’m just sick of this stupid debate do whatever you want who cares they’re fucking fictional anthropomorphic alien animals-

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[arahdow]

SONIC 3 TRAILER JUST CAME OUT AND IVE AWOKEN 🧍‍♂️ ITS WRITING TIME

[arahdow]

@rainychaoloveshack AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

shushssjsu Shadow hiding his emotions, his excitement over seeing reader. His tail betrays him and its furiously wagging.

Straight face, reaches behind him to hold it still.

“What’s that behind you?”

“Nothing of your concern”

[arahdow]

Hiya! Could I please request the wind breaker boys, bofurin & shishitoren reactions to the reader in a sexy Halloween costume at a party? (Possibly a sexy bunny girl, but any sexy costume really 💜)

Author’s Note: Anon, you’re wild for thinking about Halloween this early! But I get; I’m a spooky girlie, too. Or am I off base, and Halloween is just an excuse to dress like a bunny girl? Anyway, I enjoyed writing this! I might do a part 2 with more characters as we get closer to Halloween. Here are some reactions and scenarios to your costume!

Content Warning: Um, tis smutty. Thigh-fucking, making out, groping in public, sex in a residence that isn’t yours, nipple licking, mention of face-fucking, jealousy, cumshot, public humiliation, masturbation. 

Word Count: 2.2K

Divider by Saradika. Story banner by me.

Haruka Sakura

You swore you told Sakura what you planned to wear at the Halloween party. Maybe you were a little non-descriptive when you said you were going to wear a bunny outfit, leaving out the fact that the neckline dipped so low that there was a potential of your breasts falling out of the top or how your “bottoms” consisted of only thigh high fishnet stockings.

When Sakura saw you from across the party, he stopped mid-conversation with Suo, who followed Sakura’s line of sight and let out a whistle when he saw you.

“Wow, Sakura. I had no idea you were so secure in your relationship that you’d let Y/N wear something so revealing. I don’t think I–oh,” Suo couldn’t finish his sentence because Sakura was shoving people in the crowd just to get to you. 

As Suo watched his friend part a sea of people with his palms to their faces, he couldn’t help but smirk. “Maybe I instigated that a little.”

As you raise your hand to give a friend a wave, Sakura grips your wrist and pulls you into the nearest room. Your eyes can barely adjust to the darkness, but based on the smell of oil and what you believe to be an outline of the roof of a car, you realize that you’re in the homeowner's garage. The sound of the door locking echoes ominously behind you. If this were any other situation, you’d probably scream, but somewhere in the darkness is Sakura, and there’s nothing to worry about, right?

You reach out in an attempt to touch him–hoping to grab a hand or bicep–but you only feel a firm grip on your shoulders and being turned around, forcibly bent over with your face against the hood of the car.

“Why’d you have to wear something so fucking slutty?”

“W-wha?! Sakura?!” you try to move from underneath him, but his hand against your lower back is unwavering. You hear the sound of pants unzipping, “Kitten, there’s no way you're going to be able to put your dick in me. This thing is so tight against my crotch–”

“Who said I want your pussy,” he grumbles. You hear him spit into his palm before he places two thumbs against the exposed flesh of your thighs and spreads them. Sakura’s body tenses up as he slips his dick in between your inner thighs, his head practically swimming at how warm and soft they are.

You can’t help but place a hand over your mouth, stifling a laugh as your boyfriend ruts against your thighs, and you would have kept laughing if not for the feeling of his cock rubbing against the crotch of your outfit. The friction against your clit has you biting your lip and bouncing back against him because fuck, maybe he’s onto something?

Ren Kaji

“What are you supposed to be?” Kotoha asks you as she tilts her head, eyes sweeping over your not-so-halloween outfit. You’re wearing a gray hoodie, black skinny jeans, and your boyfriend's Bofurin jacket. Your hand reaches up instinctively to touch the headphones around your neck–a sudden habit you’ve developed during the night to make sure they're still snug and in place.

“I’m dressed as Ren. Can’t you tell?”

You had been wearing a bunny outfit earlier that night, but as you exited the bathroom in your home and did a twirl for Kaji, ears flopping up and down as you bounced, you quickly realized that you might need to consider a new outfit.

Kaji looked over you with unbridled lust and a hint of jealousy pooling in his eyes. He can mentally see how his friends will drink you in tonight. The idea of them lusting after you, thinking about fucking you, and even touching themselves to the thought of you has the sucker in his mouth breaking against clenched teeth.

He can see Tsugeura pretending to squeeze past you by putting his large, muscly hands on your curvy hips, his crotch so close to your ass you’d feel the bulge rubbing against your exposed cheeks. 

He can see Kiryu sweetly asking to take a picture of your outfit, placing an arm around your shoulders, a hand leisurely placed in between the valley of your breasts, a finger brushing against the spot in your outfit where he knows your nipple is straining against the fabric.

“Give us a pretty smile for the gram, sweetie!” That very picture no doubt being used for nefarious activities that night. 

“No.”

You wrap your arms across your chest, fully intending to stand your ground, “No?” You let out a breathy laugh but pause when his mouth doesn’t give way to a smile. 

“Absolutely not. Go change.” His voice is smooth, as if there’s no room for argument, and with Kaji, there really isn’t.

He was serious! 

“I don’t understand?”

“Let me show you what my friends will fantasize about doing to you when they see you dressed like that. Get on your knees.” 

You bite your lip, briefly considering disobeying, but when Kaji gives an order, you better listen, or else you’ll end up with a sore ass. Without breaking eye contact–though your heart is stuttering in your chest–you do what a smart girl does and get on your knees for your boyfriend.

And Kaji didn’t feel an ounce of remorse when he slipped his dick past your pretty lips and rested heavily on your eager tongue. 

He didn’t feel an ounce of remorse when his dick was so far down your throat that drool was dripping down and landing on your splayed-out thighs below you, splattering against the opening in your fishnets. 

He certainly didn’t feel remorse when he gritted his teeth as his balls clenched violently, and he pulled your head back by those silly bunny ears and came on your chest and, in extension, your Halloween costume–effectively ruining it.

You gave him an earful for how petty and ridiculous he was, but he simply put a sucker in his mouth and stared at you with a glint of humor behind his blue eyes, pleased with himself.

As Kotoha nods and looks your “Ren Kaji” outfit up and down, you can feel eyes boring into the back of your head. You turn and catch Kaji's gaze from across the room; unsurprisingly, he still has that same pleased look.

Jo Togame

You squirm restlessly in the lap of Togame. Since you arrived at the party, he hasn’t let you out of his sight.  

As soon as he laid emerald eyes on you, those eyes slowly appraising your body from head to toe, all his attention was on you and only you. “Do a little spin for me, beautiful?” he crooned while imitating the spinning gesture with a finger.

You were more than happy to oblige for him because good bunny girls listen! You spun around, enjoying the hungry look you were getting from him and his Shishitoren buddies.

“Yeaaaah, I need a closer look.” He points to his lap, a seat you’re all too familiar with. You must not have been moving fast enough as you approached him because he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his waiting lap.

Through the night, he continued to hold conversations with friends and sip at his bottle of ramune, all while your ass lives plastered against his crotch. As you squirm, his arm around your shoulders only pulls you in more, and he shoots you a smile.

“Hey, can you all give me a minute with my girl?”

You relish in his words as his friends shuffle off elsewhere and Togame turns his attention to you. 

“I hope you know what this costume is doing to me.”

Of course, you know what the costume is doing to him. You’ve been sitting on something long, thick, and ridiculously hard all night.

You look at him through your eyelashes and bite your lip as he places a hand on your breast in front of partygoers and kisses you, all while keeping you in his lap. It feels sinful to be so publicly obscene, and you can hear mumbles and murmurs from around you as his tongue slides into your mouth and his hand squeezes the flesh of your breast, fingers dancing over the exposed tops of them that are being pushed out of the corset.

He pulls away and tilts his head towards the door, “Wanna get out of here? I have plans for this costume.”

And you can’t put a perfectly good bunny costume to waste, can you? No, you can’t.

Hajime Umemiya

I’m sorry for all you toxic-love enthusiasts out there, but Ume is as wholesome as they come. Every Halloween, you two take immense care and consideration in picking out matching outfits. You are the epitome of #couplegoals. And after weeks of sending back-and-forth links to costumes, you finally agreed upon the perfect ones. 

Sugishita stares at the halo around Umemiya’s head and nods in complete agreement–yes, of course, he’s an angel. It fits perfectly, he thinks to himself.

“Water, Ume?” You walk up behind him, offering him a bottle of water. Umemiya is shirtless except for feathery white wings that are strapped around his chest. At the last minute, he decided to keep it simple with white pants and a black belt. You are dressed as his inverse, the angel to his devil with horns and a tail. 

You take a minute to admire his shirtless figure, broad shoulders, and freshly healed scratches from the night before, which puts a bit of a dopey smile on your face. The muscles in his strong back shift as he turns to look at you with a grin upon hearing your voice.

“Baby girl! There you are! I was just telling Sugishita that you should have been the angel since I think it fits you more.

You shake your head, smiling, “I like playing the devil. Don’t you think that’s more fitting for me, Sugishita?”

Sugishita looks between you both, nodding furiously at his favorite person’s favorite person.

And as the night draws to a close and you’re both helping the homeowner clean up after the party, you can’t help but push Umemiya into the closet, closing the door behind you.

And you might be the one who instigates the first move, but he’s the one who pushes you against the wall in return, your body sinking into the clothes on the coat rack. 

“Ume, you’ve looked like a snack all night.”

“Yeah? I wouldn’t mind you taking a bite out of me.” he shivers as your fingers trace his nipples. He’s always been sensitive there, and you’ve always been quick to take advantage of that.

“I think we should keep these outfits for a little roleplaying, no?” Your tongue darts out and traces the curvature of his nipple, earning you a whimper and “Oh, fuck” from Ume’s lips.

He looks down at you, already making quick work of removing the red corset around your midsection. “How much time do you think we have before they realize we’re in the closet?”

You smile and kiss his jaw, “Maybe 7 minutes if we’re quiet?”

“When have I ever allowed you to be quiet?”

Fuck, he has a point.

Hayato Suo

You had no idea what you were planning to wear to the costume party, so when Suo offered to help you find an outfit, you happily accepted.

You’re a glutton for punishment, I suppose.

Suo knew precisely what he was doing. With the deliberate actions of a sociopath, Suo ordered your costume early but chose not to say anything to you. It wasn’t until you glanced at the calendar that your eyes widened at the encroaching date circled in red marker. 

“Suo! I still don’t have a costume, and the party is in two days!”

“Ooh,” he clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “I told you I’d handle everything. I already have something picked out specifically for you.”

You were overtaken with relief. Suo always had a plan; you knew he wouldn’t disappoint you. At least that’s how you felt before he brought out the most revealing bunny costume you’d ever seen.

And to be honest, you weren't even sure they sold this version of the costume in regular stores. But what were you going to do? The party was in two days, and if you wanted to go shopping for a costume, you’d have no option but to pick from the leftovers, and you’d end up dressed like the Kool-Aid man. No, thank you!

You took the costume, eyes drilling into the most revealing of spots. “What’s your costume, Suo?”

“I don’t do costumes, but if anyone asks, I’ll tell them I’m your handler, sweet bunny girl.”

Two days quickly come and go, and as you enter the party with Suo walking so close behind you, you can feel the heat from his body on your exposed back; eyes stop and stare at you, and Suo drinks every interaction in as though he’s using it as foreplay until he can finally get you alone and underneath him. 

For now, he watches in delight as you make all of his friends so uncomfortable with your jiggly thighs, bouncy ass, and flushed cheeks.

[arahdow]

seeing a mutual start falling for a new f/o is the equivalent to coming downstairs in the morning to find your roommate’s hook-up just standing in the kitchen making themselves coffee

“hey.”

“hey.”