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“Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?”

Sure do, no problem!!

“YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?”

I gotcha!! Comin’ right up!

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about! But... how about if I'm feeling like it's the kinda day where I need my clothing to be bifurcated???"

Never fear, joggers are here!

*wild cheering* /scene

a/n: should i do this with other characters?

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨ ♱ ୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

kissing while taking hot showers together. your naked, slick bodies flush against each other, his hands comfortable on your ass, your arms around his neck, hand in his nape subconsciously playing with his wet hair. his lashes are wet, your lips are soft, the kiss tastes like him and water—steam heats up the space, and the feeling of his tongue sliding wetly against yours makes you dizzy.

tipsy shotgun kisses on a sensual afternoon after a tiring day. you straddling his lap, his hands under your shirt. he'll hold your jaw as he takes a drag, half-lidded eyes lingering for a split second on your lips that's inches away, before blowing the smoke into your open mouth—you'll inhale with a soft hum, and press your lips onto his fully, cupping his cheeks with both hands. a wine glass is knocked down on the table, the spilled leftover liquid forgotten as the soft jazz playing in the background muffles out the soft smacks of lips pressing and parting from each other. lwk this song

naps while cuddling all the time. bodies tangled comfortably with each other—sometimes it's you nuzzled into his neck while he holds you tightly, sometimes it's his face smushed into your tits while you scratch his head as you both drift off, sometimes it's his chest on your back, his thigh over yours, his steady, warm breaths down your nape making you shiver.

his hand on your stomach when you're on your period and have cramps. chuuya's body runs hot—and the feeling of his warm palm is somehow better than any hot water bottle. and sometimes when his hand alone isn't enough, he'll happily strip down to his boxer, pulling you close until his abs are pressed against your own tummy. and it actually does sooth your pain.

feeding him in bed on his off days. he works hard, and he always crashes into a deep sleep on days that are particularly exhausting. and sometimes he needs that pampering, especially if it's from you. you wake up earlier than him, quietly getting out of bed and making breakfast while he's asleep. by the time you come back he's already awake, hair mussed, shirtless—he's sleepy and groggy, as if your absence affects him in his sleep (it does). you feed him bites while he chews slowly, face pressed into the soft flesh of your thigh, breathing content. the tray stays abandoned as he pulls you under the covers again, pressing a few sleepy kisses on your hair, wanting you close as he drifts of again.

the pictures you have of each other on your phone. a shot of you laughing secretly taken, capturing the most beautiful expression on your face—a picture of him asleep on your chest, lashes resting softly on his cheeks, your hand in his hair—a photo of you taking from above, you laying down on the bed, hands besides your head, hair scattered across the pillow. your face is flushed, eyes glassy, staring up at the camara. your body is adorned with the flimsiest lingerie set that he bought—sheer and see through, lacy, pretty. the few seconds of calm before you get ruined.

obsessing over his tiny waist. he's not safe from your grabby little hands. i mean how could he? he's got the most perfect, sluttiest little waist ever. it's absolutely ridiculous. your hands wrap around it all the time, you leave marks on his skin there, caressing his lean abs lovingly. sometimes you even bite the flesh on his waist out of nowhere, making him let out a surprised yelp before starting at you with an exasperated look. he still loves it though.

a relationship with chuuya is the most perfect mix of sensuality, love, filth and tenderness. and no one can tell you overwise.

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“stay.”

— 𑣲 ITOSHI SAE × reader

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The first thing you notice is warmth. The second thing you notice is that you cannot move. At all.

Your back is pressed firmly against a solid chest, one arm locked around your waist like a bar of iron. Your legs are half-tangled with his, one of his thighs hooked over yours possessively. The blankets are a mess somewhere near your feet.

You try to shift. Nothing. You try again. Still nothing. A low, sleepy sound vibrates behind your ear. “…Don’t.” You freeze.

His voice is thick with sleep—rough, quiet—but unmistakably him. ITOSHI SAE does not even sound fully conscious, and yet his grip tightens slightly when you test your freedom again.

“Sae,” you whisper, trying not to smile. “I have to get up.” A pause.His arm tightens. You swear you feel his fingers flex against your stomach—slow, lazy, but impossibly strong. Even half-asleep, he feels like he could hold you there forever if he wanted to.

“No,” he mutters into your hair. You huff. “No?” “No.” You attempt to peel his arm off. You might as well be trying to pry steel from concrete. “Sae,” you protest, squirming a little. “Why are you so strong this early in the morning?”

A faint exhale—almost a scoff—brushes your neck. “Soccer player,” he mumbles. Right. Of course. Even unconscious, he’s competitive. You manage to twist slightly so you’re facing him. Big mistake. The moment you move closer, his arm slides fully around you, pulling you flush against him. Your forehead bumps his collarbone. His chin drops lightly on top of your head.

He is still asleep. But he has you secured like you are his most prized possession. “…You’re ridiculous,” you whisper. His eyelashes flutter just barely—not fully awake, but aware enough. His fingers slide up your back, slow and absent-minded, then settle between your shoulder blades.

“Cold,” he murmurs. “You’re not cold.” “You are.” And then—he tugs you even closer.

Your nose presses against his chest now, his heartbeat steady and warm beneath your cheek. His hand spreads across your back, large and grounding, thumb rubbing a lazy line up and down as if soothing himself.

You test his grip one more time. You fail. Again. “…Sae.” A hum. “I can’t breathe.” “You’re breathing.” You pause. Okay. Fair.

You feel him shift slightly, his leg hooking more securely around yours. He buries his face in your hair this time, inhaling softly. His voice drops even quieter.

“Stay.” Not demanding. Not sharp. Just sleepy. Honest. You feel your heart melt a little. “You’re going to make me late.” Another pause. “…Five minutes.” “You said that yesterday.” “Five.”

His hand squeezes your waist once—not painful, just firm enough to remind you that escape is impossible. Even half-asleep, Itoshi Sae doesn’t loosen his hold. If anything, he pulls you closer the more you try to leave. Like his body refuses to let you go before his mind wakes up.

You sigh dramatically. He responds by pressing a soft, drowsy kiss against your temple. You blink. That was unfair. “Sae.” “Mhm.” “You’re clingy.” “No.” “You are.” Silence. Then, quietly: “…Only in the morning.”

His hand drifts down to rest over your hip, thumb drawing lazy circles. His breathing deepens again, evening out—but the grip never weakens.

You realize something. You’re not actually trying that hard to leave anymore. His warmth. His steady heartbeat. The way he subconsciously shields you with his entire body. You relax. His arm tightens instantly in response—like he felt it. Like he knows.

A small, satisfied hum leaves him. You smile into his chest. “…Fine. Five minutes.” “Good,” he murmurs, already halfway back to sleep. 

And even in his dreams, his hold stays firm. Safe. Unbreakable.

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— ⋆𐙚 aika's letter !! this oneshot is for those who are hungry for sae because wow the amount of sae requests ive been getting.. (UHM YES some are from last year and like… some are just yall being hungry for sae i love you guys) tysm for reading !!! also this fic is inspired by @umbreakeer fic!! LOVE YOU AISEEE ♡♡

this is pure fluff.

Your boyfriend Itadori was like your own personal heater. Especially during the colder days.

Whenever you saw him, he would give you those big hugs, where he would pick you up off your feet practically, leaving you so happy. Which left you making sure to stay still and just let all his warmth engulf you.

He wouldn’t really understand at first though. He would actually be worried when he would hug you and you wouldn’t make a noise, move, or anything.

“Baby are you okay?!?” He would say in a concerned tone as his eyebrows knitted together.

“Mhm. Why?” You mumbled back in a content tone as you sighed, feeling your body warm up more and more.

“Why are you so quiet? And so still? Are you okay? Are you sick? Did something happen?!? Or-“

“I’m fine, yuji. You’re just really warm. Don’t wanna move yet.”

His mouth would be left open in an O shape as he listened to your explanation. That definitely made more sense.

Instantly smiling again as he picked you up and spun you around. “Should’ve let me know early! You had me worried, y/n.” He would say before leaving a sweet warm kiss on your nose.

-

Ever since then he’s always just randomly come around and hugged you. Or lie on top of you like he did whenever you lay around.

Like one time you were lying on the couch trying to stay as still as a log to keep the small bit of heat that the thin throw blanket was giving you.

Just then he came stalking over and he pulled the blanket off you, making you let out a whine as the cold air hit you.

But you were quickly sighing and satisfied when he lay down on top of you before (to his best ability) putting the blanket back over you both.

“I can help you much more than some thin blanket baby. You should know this by now.” he would say as he shoved his face into your neck.

You sure did love your personal heater boyfriend.

Summary; itachi never planned to stay, but your quiet kindness and soft domestic life became the one place he could breathe. Hiding from the world in your home, he folds your laundry, brushes your hair, and leaves quiet notes on the counter, he started loving you without even realising it.

A/N ; fem!reader ,, i luv itachi sm,, :< i made an itachi nsfw oneshot if anyone wants to read it here

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ itachi ; was only supposed to hide. one night. a quiet village. your house. but then he saw you, awkward and startled, clutching a kitchen knife with both hands. you had no idea who he was.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ itachi ; was calm when Kisame muttered "we should kill her". itachi didn’t even blink. just turned those sharingan eyes on you and said, "No. It'll be messy." he meant it tactically. but something in him already knew, he couldn’t.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ itachi ; came back weeks later. alone this time. stood outside your door until you opened it. no threats. no words. just him. and you...confused, but somehow... waiting.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ itachi ; didn’t ask to stay. he just… did. and you didn’t ask why. you made him tea. he washed the dishes. you put fresh sheets on the bed. he slept on the floor at first.

Now?

He sleeps with a hand resting over your hip.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; never actually asked you to be his partner. just sort of… 'was'. one night, as he tucked you in, he whispered,

"You're safe with me."

The softness in his voice said everything.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; listens to your stories like they’re ancient scrolls. you ramble about village gossip while hanging herbs in the window, and he nods silently, eyes half lidded, memorising every word like scripture.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; isn’t used to softness. But he accepts it in doses, your fingers brushing his bangs out of his face, the way you hum while cooking.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; looks like sin wrapped in silk, hair loose, sleeves rolled, black eyes half lidded as he reads by candlelight. he’s beautiful in a way that aches. He doesn’t know how to be loved. but he lets you try.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; sometimes disappears for days. You pretend not to worry. He always comes back. Bloody, tired, quiet. But he always comes back.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; when he thinks you’re asleep, he leans close. brushes his lips over your knuckles. whispers soft, broken things you were never meant to hear.

"If I'd met you sooner..."

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; never clarified it. but he started folding your laundry into his drawer. started brewing tea for two without asking.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; knew how to observe. knew how you like your eggs soft, how your plants needed re-potting, how your eyes got heavy before you admitted you were tired. he loved you in quiet rituals, not grand gestures.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; doesn’t do 'dates'. he does late night candlelit dinners on the floor. slow dances in the kitchen while rice steams. listening to you read aloud while his head rests in your lap. your life is the date.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; won’t say 'i love you' often. instead, you get-

"Wear your scarf, it's cold"

"I killed someone who looked at you too long." (he's joking... right? the next day rumors flooded around the village that someone is missing.)

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; writes notes. tiny, paper-thin slips folded and hidden in your coat pockets, under your pillow, tucked in the pages of your favourite book.

"You looked lovely today."

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; won’t say he’s possessive. but no one visits. no one stays too long. your neighbours stop mentioning 'that man in your house.' they’ve learned. he’s polite, but there’s a cold gleam in his eye that promises silence if they try.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; helps in the garden without ever being asked. you’ll glance up and find him pulling weeds, re-tying the tomato plants, sleeves rolled and hair tied back like he belongs there. like he’s always belonged there.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; kisses you like it’s a prayer. slow. soft. focused. the kind of kiss that makes the world go quiet. like he’s saying thank you without words.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; back hugs. all the time. arms snaking around your waist when you’re making tea, or pulling weeds, or just staring out the window. chin on your shoulder. voice low.

"You work too hard"

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; buries his face in your neck when he’s tired. doesn’t say anything. just breathes you in like you’re something holy. lets his fingers slip under your shirt at the bottom, only to rest them there.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; tugs you close when you sit too far. doesn’t say a word. just hooks a finger around your sleeve and gives you that look like, 'why aren’t you here?'

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; loves when you lie on top of him. your cheek on his chest, your hand curled in his shirt. he'll read like that, or braid your hair like that, or just… lie still. with you-

"Only you."

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; starts the day with a kiss to your shoulder. ends it with one to your fingers.

₍ᐢ.⸝⸝. ྀིᐢ₎ boyfriend!itachi ; hugs like it’s the last time every time. slow arms, tight hold, head tilted to your neck like he’s afraid someone’s gonna pull him away. he’s still learning that he gets to keep you.