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Yoichi Isagi - Type of Boyfriend!

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Boyfriend! Yoichi Isagi is the kind of boyfriend who isn't as accustomed to physical contact with loving intent as it is to verbal expressions of love.

Boyfriend! Yoichi Isagi is the kind of boyfriend who gets nervous when you tell him how much you love him.

Boyfriend! Yoichi Isagi is the kind of boyfriend who asks if he can kiss or hug you.

Boyfriend! Yoichi Isagi is the kind of boyfriend who gives you stuffed animals very often.

Boyfriend! Yoichi Isagi is the kind of boyfriend who cares a lot about you.

Boyfriend! Yoichi Isagi is the kind of boyfriend who is very sentimental, but has a hard time opening up about his feelings.

Boyfriend! Yoichi Isagi is the kind of boyfriend who invites you out with his friends.

Boyfriend! Yoichi Isagi is the kind of boyfriend who, when you meet his parents, begs them not to make him look bad in front of you. He doesn't want their words to influence the way you see him!

Boyfriend! Yoichi Isagi is the kind of boyfriend who dedicates every one of his goals to you.

Boyfriend! Yoichi Isagi is the kind of boyfriend who asks you how you feel with him every month you spend together. He really wants you to be comfortable with him, with his way of being, of loving, and of caring for you.

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HIIIII, I'M BAAAAACKKK YAYY

yk, wrt by me! @ii-shiro !

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THE GENERAL GETS HURT — JIYAN

⋆｡˚ ❀ summary: in which jiyan overexerts himself in battle and you come rushing to the borderlands to make sure he’s okay. ⋆｡˚ ❀ contents: 16+, fluff ⋆｡˚ ❀ wc: 1.0k ⋆｡˚ ❀ a/n: yk that one tweet that headcanons their tacet marks to be sensitive? yeah. :> my little tribute to jiyan in hopes of getting him soon,, good luck to anyone wishing for him who also still doesn’t have him </3

It wasn’t always easy having a general as a partner. Long nights without him, not seeing him up to months on end, having to wait until the end of the day for him to call you saying he is safe and healthy. 

It especially wasn’t easy when one night, you didn’t get your usual call from him. And it was even more difficult when you received a call from the lieutenant informing you that Jiyan almost collapsed on the field after a hard-won battle from severe Forte overexertion.  

You found yourself rushing over from the safety of Jinzhou to the dangers of the Borderland. You weren’t a solider or a Resonator yourself. In fact, you worked in research for the development of medicine and occasionally helped Jiyan’s mother out in her practice. For that reason, Jiyan preferred if you did not show up unannounced— He always wanted to take proper steps to ensure your safety when you visited. 

But given the circumstances, you were sure he would understand. 

“Where is he?” you called, breathless from rushing over here. “Is he okay?”

The lieutenant nodded at you. “Commander Jiyan is doing better now. You can find him in his quarters.”

“Thank you!” 

You just about ran over to the General’s quarters to see him for yourself. When you entered the room, you saw him half-sitting, half-laying on his bed as he massaged the back of his neck. 

“Jiyan,” you cried, relieved to see he was upright and kicking. Giving him a once over to do a quick check of any physical ailments, you sighed. “You’re alive.”

If he was surprised to see you here, he certainly didn’t show it. Jiyan greeted you with a chuckle as you walked over to him. “Of course I’m alive. I wouldn’t just leave you behind like that.”

“Yet you almost did!” you scolded, taking a seat next to him and immediately looking at the back of his neck. “Look, your Tacet mark is still hurting you. You’re even rubbing your nape.”

“It no longer hurts,” he assured, bringing his hand down to his side. “It’s only a little sore. But I thank you for coming here, and I’m sorry for worrying you.” 

Jiyan wrapped an harm around you and brought you close to him. You leaned against his shoulder and he planted a kiss on your forehead. 

“I promise, I’m okay,” he said, rubbing soothing circles into your arm. “However, if you would like to massage my sore neck, I wouldn’t be opposed.” 

You grinned, slipping off from his bed and gesturing for him to lie down on his stomach. Once he turned over, you hopped up on the mattress and draped your legs on either side of him.

At the feeling of your weight on his lower back, Jiyan stirred. 

“I don’t believe the door was locked,” he stated, almost in warning. 

“I’m only giving you a massage,” you said innocently. “Tending to your injury, even.”

“This is certainly against the code of conduct for medical professionals,” he quipped back, teasing you. “Doctors should not treat their patients in such a way.”

However, the moment your hands found their way to his upper back, around his Tacet mark, he no longer made any remarks. You rubbed gentle, yet firm, circles on the nape of his neck, being careful not to touch his sensitive mark. Thankfully, it was no longer flickering or showing signs of overexertion, but you knew the after-effects were likely lingering still. 

As your hands ran across the smoothness of his muscular body, you felt him stir underneath you once more. You giggled at his response and leaned forward onto him, placing an airy kiss on his Tacet mark. Jiyan shivered at the light touch to one of his most sensitive areas.

“Are you okay down there?” you asked playfully. “Should I get off now?”

“No, please continue your treatment,” he said without hesitation.

You laughed and went on with your massage, not stopping at his neck and shoulders, but instead placing your hands on the small of his back to get rid of any knots as well. 

Once Jiyan felt his muscles loosen up from your treatment, he nodded in contentment and rolled his shoulders back. Before you could fully get yourself off him, he turned himself over and grabbed your thighs so you stayed straddling his waist. 

“Thank you for the massage,” said Jiyan, bringing his arms around your back to pull you down onto him. 

“Anything for General Jiyan,” you teased, kissing his nose as you hovered over him. “But please, try not to overexert yourself that much next time.”

“I know if I do, you’ll come up with the cure for it somehow.” 

“I would and not share it with you as your punishment,” you scowled. 

Jiyan laughed, sitting up on the bed, your legs still around him as he held you by the waist. “I will be careful, I promise you. Now, let’s make sure the door is locked so I can properly express my gratitude for your massage, and my apologies for making you worry.” 

You grinned as you locked your arms around his neck. He managed to get off the bed with you clinging onto him. With his hands under your thighs to prevent you from slipping, he walked over to the door of his quarters and locked it.

Once your privacy was secured, Jiyan pressed your back against the door and kissed the side of your neck. You squealed at the sudden touch and you felt him grin against your skin. 

“I will accept the gratitude and apology rewards now, General,” you declared, holding your head high. 

“Good,” he said, voice low and inviting. “I have a lot of gratitude to show you.”

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I feel like I'm requesting a lot these past days but my creative juices are pumping:(

Anyways how would the boys (isagi, nagi, sae, rin, you can add whoever you want) react to reader being the favorite WAG, like people aspires to be her cause even tho she's dating a rich footballer she still works, doesn't dress too fancy (literally seen this online, fancy in like designer brands that cost millions), always support her man, is nice, no fan ever had a bad experience with her, love the love story of her and her man... List goes on, just everyone fav girl and maybe their fans like her more then him

Or if its easier for you a one shot with Isagi about it, whatever works best for you!!💕

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐀𝐆”

a/n: i wanna be a WAG sm, i absolutely loved this request and ate it up cath THANK YOU

ft. itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, itoshi rin

itoshi sae

sae doesn’t care about public opinion, until he realizes you’re literally being hailed as the "standard" for WAGs everywhere. 

you're known for showing up to his games in comfy outfits, no loud designer logos, just jeans and a cute little top, but the way you cheer for him so genuinely? fans cry over it. 

everyone’s obsessed with the fact you still freelance and don’t rely on his money, even though he's loaded. 

his fanbase calls you ���mrs. unbothered” because you carry his same calm, cool aura but in a way nicer way. 

interviewers will ask about sae, and you’ll always answer like, “i’m just proud of him. he works so hard.” and everyone in the comments goes: “we love a humble queen.” 

sae pretends he doesn’t care when people say you're more likable than him… but he absolutely does. he likes bragging about you privately, muttering stuff like, “they’re not wrong though.” 

his fans go from writing thirst tweets to “i’d never even look at sae if his girlfriend was in the room. she’s the real prize.” 

whenever you post a soft pic of him, the comments are just: “how does she make him look this warm???”

nagi seishiro

people are constantly shocked you’re dating nagi, because you’re the complete opposite of lazy – you work hard, stay busy, and somehow still make time to support him at every match. 

the internet’s favorite thing is how you always pack snacks for him when he's gaming or heading to practice like, “don’t forget to eat.” 

nagi just nods sleepily, but his fans MELT. 

you're so chill and unmaterialistic it blows people’s minds. you literally pull up in $20 sneakers and a cute hoodie, and still outshine every designer-clad girl. 

nagi thinks it’s “troublesome” when he trends but gets pouty when you trend instead: "why are they talking about you more than me... i scored three goals. that’s a hat trick." 

when you told him you weren’t quitting your job just because he’s rich, nagi fell harder. fans fell harder too. 

he brags about you on stream all the time. “my girlfriend’s cooler than me. she actually does stuff.” 

your fan nickname is “miss soft launch” because you’re lowkey and private but every glimpse he shares of you goes viral. 

isagi yoichi

everyone loves the slow-burn, hardworking love story between you two – he wasn’t famous when you got together, and you were both hustling, so now it feels earned. 

you’re always there on the sidelines, dressed casual and comfy, holding his baby boy during interviews like a proud mom-wife and fans swoon. 

his fans legit make edits captioned: “if she’s not like isagi’s wife idc”

people are obsessed with how kind you are. fans have full threads titled “times isagi’s wife was too sweet for this world.” 

even players from other teams have admitted that you’re the only WAG they never get tired of seeing at matches. 

you're always defending isagi too, like, “he’s harder on himself than anyone else. just support him, guys.” and the fandom eats it up. 

isagi once admitted in an interview that you do his hair sometimes, and fans lost it. “SHE FIXES HIS LITTLE AHOGE???” became a meme. 

when his son’s ahoge showed up, the internet was like: “okay, she’s not just the fave… she’s the blueprint.”

itoshi rin

fans are terrified of rin but adore you because you're just so sweet and level-headed. 

they call you “the rin whisperer” because you’re the only one who can make him smile in public. 

you show up to games in the simplest outfits: sweater, jeans, a little necklace, and somehow you still slay more than girls in $5,000 fits. 

you still work your job, even when rin’s like “you don’t need to.” your fans treat it like a power move. 

every time rin posts a pic of you, it’s the softest, most lovingly taken photo. fans literally go: “he is SO in love. this is not the same rin we see on the field.”

he hates interviews, but if someone mentions you, he perks up a little. “yeah. she’s great. i don’t know why she likes me.” 

fans think your dynamic is the funniest because rin’s so cold but you’re warm and sociable. at meet-and-greets, he just stands behind you like a bodyguard while you do all the talking. 

people joke that you're the protagonist of the love story, and rin’s just lucky to be your love interest. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

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.ᐟ late ♡ sae

.ᐟcw: light angst, hurt/comfort

𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛', 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 - 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

“Are you ready yet?” Sae’s voice was calm but clipped, echoing down the hallway from where he stood by the door, his keys spinning impatiently in one hand. You winced at the tone—it was never angry, not exactly, but it was that signature Sae brand of cold: tired, dry, and barely hiding the irritation simmering beneath his cool facade.

You didn’t answer right away, lips puckered as you tried to smooth out your lip tint with your finger, one hand already tugging your robe closed.

“Oh no no no—” you mumbled in a panic, eyes wide when you glanced at the time on your phone. You thought you had more time. “Sae, just a second!” you called back.

That was not the right thing to say.

You heard footsteps.. Sae appeared in your doorway, jaw tight, brows drawn together as his eyes scanned you from head to toe. Your hair was still up in rollers, makeup half done, a robe barely hanging off your shoulders and no outfit in sight.

“You’re joking.” His voice was flat. But there was something strained under it, like he was trying really, really hard not to snap.

You blinked at him, frozen. “I thought we were leaving later…”

“No,” he replied, hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I told you 6:15. It’s 6:40.” You watched the rise and fall of his chest, how he closed his eyes for a second like he was mentally recalibrating his patience. “I’m going to the car,” he said, already turning. “You have five minutes.”

You nodded mutely, the pit in your stomach tightening. You knew he’d had a long day—press, interviews, meetings stacked on top of training. You wanted to be ready on time. You just… couldn’t get your shit together fast enough.

You rushed through the rest, finishing your makeup with shaking hands, curling lashes half-heartedly. You tugged on a dress you hadn’t worn in months and grabbed your purse as you hurried out the door.

Sae was already in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming against his thigh. His jaw tightened as you approached. “Do you have everything?” he asked, not looking at you.

You opened your mouth, then froze. “…My phone.”

He exhaled sharply. “Seriously?”

“I’ll be super quick!” you promised, already spinning on your heel.

You ran back inside, heart racing, grabbed your phone; and then immediately realized your purse wasn’t on your shoulder anymore. You’d dropped it on the couch when you came back in. “Wait—!”

The moment you stepped back outside and saw the look on Sae’s face, you felt the crack forming.

“Just get in the damn car!” he snapped, his voice louder than usual, hands flying up as his temper slipped through. “You’ve been running around for twenty minutes and we’re late. What the hell is going on with you today?”

You froze.

You didn’t mean to cry. You weren’t even going to argue. But the way his voice hit you, sharp and unexpected, like you were just one more thing pushing him over the edge—it broke something small inside your chest. Your lips parted, trying to find something to say, but your chin quivered instead.

Sae’s expression shifted the moment he saw your eyes glassing over. He blinked, once, twice, the guilt slamming into him like a freight train.

“…Shit,” he muttered, throwing the car into park before stepping out. “Wait—hey.”

You looked down, wiping your face quickly, but he was already there, slipping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you to his chest.

“I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you,” he said quietly, almost stiffly, but sincere. “I just—today’s been hell, and I took it out on you. That’s not fair.”

You sniffled against his hoodie. “You scared me…”

“I know.” His hand came up to cradle the back of your head. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”

You stood like that for a while, your cheek pressed against his chest, his fingers smoothing down your back.

"i can make reservations for another time" he mumbled "just, don't cry, ok? we can go somewhere else"

You looked up at him through tear-clumped lashes, and he gently brushed his thumb under your eyes, wiping away the smudges.

“I didn’t mean to ruin everything,” you whispered.

“You didn’t,” he said, almost immediately. “You never could.”

And that was enough to make you melt all over again.

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can you please write Reo with reader and they have grumpy x sunshine dynamics, or basically Reo is popular and friendly guy at school and she is just a bit of rebel

Grump

Reo Mikage x Reader

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      You’re used to being the quiet kid in the back of the class, the one who doesn’t try too hard to fit in. Sometimes you skipped class and chose not to follow the rules. They were exhausting and constrictive, which was just not your thing. But Reo Mikage? He’s the type of guy who could walk into any room and immediately have everyone’s eyes on him. He’s always so... perfect. Friendly, charming, and kind with everyone. Him being a nice guy coupled with the fact he was absolutely loaded with dough made him popular.

      Today, as usual, he’s grinning at everyone in the hallway, making small talk with random classmates. But then, his eyes meet yours. A small, different smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

      “Hey, Y/n,” he calls, as if you two are old friends. Everyone around him is already giggling, thinking it’s just another one of Reo’s little jokes.

      You roll your eyes, turning on your heel to walk away. But of course, he follows you. Why wouldn’t he?

      “You know, it’s not good to hide that beautiful smile.”

      You snort, crossing your arms. “Not everyone’s as cheerful as you, Mikage. Some of us actually have things to do other than smile and look pretty.”

      “You think I look pretty?”

      “Everyone thinks you look pretty.”

      “I don’t care what everyone thinks” He frowns.

      “I find that hard to believe.”

      He chuckles, stepping closer. “You always act like you don’t care, but I can tell you’re just too stubborn to admit that you like me.”

      You narrow your eyes, annoyed. “In your rich boy dreams.”

      “Sure, sure,” he says, his voice dripping with amusement. “You say that now, but I’m not giving up on you. You can’t hide that soft side forever.”

      “I’m not hiding anything,” you mutter, but even you know that’s a lie. He knows it too.

      Reo just grins, all charm and confidence. “I’ll make you smile one day, Y/N. Just wait.”

      You groan, shaking your head.

      “Keep dreaming, Mikage,” you say, walking away.

      And there he is again the next day, persistent as ever.

      You’re not sure why he always bothers you. He’s got his usual smile plastered on his face, the kind that could melt anyone’s heart. But not yours.

      He’s been doing it everyday now, like clockwork, every single day. You’re just trying to get to class when you feel that warm hand land on your shoulder.

      “Hey, Y/n,” he greets you, his voice smooth, as if you’re supposed to smile back like everyone else.

      You don’t.

      “What do you want, Mikage?” you shoot back, giving him a skeptical look. You don’t want to hear another one of his jokes, not today. Not when you’re already late for class.

      “You’re always so grumpy,” he chuckles, tilting his head as if your attitude is something amusing to him. “You know, I think you just need someone to cheer you up.”

      “I’m fine,” you mutter, not meeting his gaze. The last thing you need is Reo trying to ‘fix’ you. He has this way of acting like he can do whatever he wants and people will just accept it.

      You cross your arms, walking away, but of course, he follows.

      “C’mon, let me buy you lunch today, yeah?” Reo calls after you, ignoring the fact that you’ve already given him the cold shoulder. “You can’t be mad forever. You need to eat, and I know a place you’ll like.”

      You roll your eyes, pretending you don’t care. It’s a game to him, isn’t it? He’s just trying to get a rise out of you. You don’t buy into it. He’s got every other girl swooning over him; why would he focus on you?

      “I doubt you do.”

      His footsteps stop for a moment, but then he’s there again, too close for comfort, too persistent to let you push him away.

      “Tust me, just this once.” He’s practically begging you. You stare at him for a while, already coming to the conclusion that he most likely won't leave you alone anytime soon. And he’d be paying so, you reluctantly agree.

      “Why do you do this? You know you’re just making a fool of yourself.”

      “Maybe I am,” he admits, a slight grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re worth the effort.”

      It’s almost infuriating, how serious he sounds. He’s not playing a game with you. Or maybe he is, but you’re not sure.

      The days turn into weeks, and Reo’s presence never fades. He’s there at the gates when school ends, leaning casually against the fence, waiting for you to pass by. He’s there in the cafeteria, sitting with his friends, but always catching your eye. He’s relentless, and you’re still stubborn, ignoring him every chance you get.

      But still, there’s something about him that makes you wonder. He doesn’t let up, even when you act like he doesn’t matter. You can’t help but notice the way his smile fades a little when you give him the cold shoulder for too long. Or how he always asks about your day, even when you brush him off.

      One afternoon, you’re sitting on the steps outside, staring at your phone, not even thinking about anything in particular when you hear him again. He’s standing there, a bunch of people nearby. His friend Nagi is beside him, laying out a path of your favorite flower petals.

      Reo, with a dumb grin on his face, is holding up a sign that reads ‘Will you go out with me?’

      You stare at him in shock, all the people behind him just as confused as you were.

      "Is he serious?" you overheard one of them whisper, their voice laced with disbelief.

      "He's just messing with her, right?" Another voice chimed in, the tone dripping with doubt.

      "Yeah, there’s no way a guy like that would go for a girl like her," a third voice added, as if dismissing the possibility outright.

      Tears began to sting your eyes, the harsh words making you feel like the punchline of a cruel joke. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything in response. Instead, you turned and walked away, retreating inside to escape the sting of their words. Reo, who had been standing nearby, seemed confused by your sudden departure. He looked at his white-haired friend, who was barely conscious, and asked him to hold the sign before rushing after you.

      "What’s wrong with you?" you called out, your voice trembling with frustration as you turned to face him.

      "What?" Reo asked, genuinely confused, his brow furrowing.

      "Why me?" you demanded, the question burning on your lips. Why had he singled you out to make fun of?

      Reo cleared his throat, nervously shifting his weight as he tried to explain. "Oh, um... I don't know. You're just, well... you're really funny. I follow you on your socials, and you post some pretty hilarious memes. And, well, I like your food highlights. You're really good at baking, and I think that's cool. It's nice to be multi-talented," he said, his words tumbling out in a rush. "And I noticed you really like red bean mochi. It’s one of my favorites too. That’s actually why I wanted to take you there the other day," he added, clearly thinking you had asked why he liked you.

      You blinked, taken aback. "What?" you asked, feeling both shocked and flustered. He’d been paying that much attention to you?

      Reo seemed to realize the mix-up and quickly corrected himself, a soft blush creeping up his neck. "Oh! And... you're really beautiful, too," he added shyly, his usual confident demeanor replaced by an awkwardness you had never seen in him before.

      "I just really want to get to know you more," he continued, his voice quieter now. "It actually took me a whole week to figure out your favorite flowers. I wanted to make sure I got everything perfect."

      His sincerity was so unexpected that you stood there for a moment, stunned into silence.

      "I'm sorry, I'll stop bothering you now. I can handle rejection, but… I just hope we can still be friends," Reo said, his voice quieter this time. He felt like a complete fool, standing there, pouring his heart out, only to be turned away by the person he liked.

      But before he could step back, before he could even process the sting of embarrassment, something unexpected happened.

      You didn’t remember how it happened or who moved first, but suddenly, your lips were on his, stopping him in his tracks.

      Reo froze, wide-eyed, his heart hammering in his chest. When you finally pulled away, your breath was shaky as you confessed, "I thought you weren’t being serious… thought you were just making fun of me."

      Understanding dawned in Reo’s eyes. It all made sense now—why you had rejected him, why you had brushed off all his attempts. You truly believed he was just toying with you, that none of it was real.

      He let out a soft chuckle, his expression turning gentle. "You really thought that?"

      You nodded, still flustered, and for the first time, Reo saw just how much you had doubted yourself. His fingers brushed against yours, hesitant yet hopeful.

      "Well," he said, tilting his head slightly, a small, genuine smile forming on his lips, "how about I prove to you that I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life?"

      —

      The next day, something was different. Every single person who had ever mocked you, whispered behind your back, or laughed at your expense wouldn’t even glance in your direction. They avoided eye contact like their lives depended on it, some even stepping aside when you walked past. The air felt lighter, almost as if the weight of their judgment had suddenly disappeared overnight.

      You narrowed your eyes, suspicion creeping in. Turning to Reo, who stood beside you looking completely unbothered, you asked, “Reo, what did you do?”

      He glanced at you, feigning innocence as he took a sip from his drink. “Hm? Don’t worry about it,” he said with a smug smile.

      That only made you more suspicious. “Reo…” you pressed, eyeing him.

      He chuckled, reaching up to ruffle your hair playfully. “Let’s just say… people tend to rethink their actions when they realize who they were messing with.”

      Your eyes widened. Did he threaten them? Bribe them? Knowing Reo, it could be either, or both.

      “Reo.”

      “Shhh, don’t ruin the moment," he teased, flashing you a knowing grin. "Just enjoy your newfound peace, yeah?”

      —

      The sun was shining a little too brightly for your liking, and the world felt annoyingly loud as you sat on a bench, arms crossed, mood absolutely foul. You didn’t even know why, you just woke up feeling irritated. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was the fact that everything seemed to be going wrong today. Either way, you weren’t in the mood for people.

      Unfortunately, Reo wasn’t ‘people.’ He was Reo, your personal ray of sunshine who never took a bad mood as a reason to leave you alone.

      “There’s my favorite grump,” he chirped as he plopped down beside you, completely unfazed by the storm cloud hanging over your head.

      You groaned, tilting your head back. “Go away, Reo. I’m gonna infect you with the blues”

      “Nope.” He grinned, leaning in way too close. “Not happening.”

      You shot him a glare, but he just beamed at you, completely unaffected. His energy was exhausting.

      “Ugh, why are you like this?” you muttered, rubbing your temples.

      “Like what?” He blinked innocently. “Charming? Fun? Handsome?”

      You shot him a deadpan look.

      Reo laughed. “Okay, okay, but seriously. What’s got you all frowny today?”

      You shrugged. “Everything.”

      Reo hummed, pretending to think. “You know what always makes me feel better?”

      You gave him a skeptical look. “If you say shopping, I’m walking away.”

      He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “How dare you. Shopping is a valid coping mechanism, but no, I was going to say…” He suddenly grabbed your hands, tugging you up to your feet. “Spinning in circles until we fall over.”

      You stared at him, horrified. “Absolutely not.”

      “Too late!” Reo started twirling you around in his arms bridal style, laughing as you yelped in protest.

      “Reo, I swear—”

      “Wheee!” he cheered, ignoring your complaints as he spun you faster.

      Despite your initial resistance, something about his ridiculous enthusiasm chipped away at your grumpiness. And before you knew it, you were laughing, feeling dizzy, and you fell straight into his chest.

      Reo grinned down at you, eyes sparkling with victory. “Ah-ha! Knew I’d get a smile out of you.”

      You huffed, trying (and failing) to suppress the warmth in your chest. “…Shut up.”

      He only laughed, wrapping an arm around you as you both wobbled in place. “Never. You love me too much.”

      You rolled your eyes but didn’t pull away. Annoying as he was, you couldn’t deny, Reo knew exactly how to brighten even your worst days.

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Hi! Can I request Reo x poor reader where the reader is not used to all the luxury and stuff :) thank you

Opulence

Reo Mikage x Reader

[1,770 words]

      You have always been poor. It wasn’t something you were ashamed of, but it also wasn’t something you went around advertising. You worked hard, saved what you could, and made do with what you had.

      But then there was Reo.

      Reo Mikage, the boy born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The boy who had everything—money, talent, charisma—except you.

      And that was a problem.

      A big, fat, huge problem.

      Because Reo had a massive crush on you.

      When you smiled? It felt like you only smiled for him. When you laughed? It played on repeat in his head for days. You were the one thing in his life he couldn't just buy, and that made you priceless in his eyes.

      “Dude, you’re drooling.”

      Reo snapped out of his daze, blinking rapidly as Nagi stared at him, unamused.

      “S-Shut up! You drool all the time when you’re sleeping,” Reo shot back, flustered.

      Nagi hummed, gaze flickering toward you. “She’s looking over here.”

      “Omg, really!? Where?” Reo’s head whipped around so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash.

      Only to be met with Nagi’s lazy, amused grin.

      “…You liar.” Reo grumbled.

      Reo didn’t do anything small. So when he confessed, it was big. Like, romantic-movie-big. He had a private setup at one of the fanciest places in town, rose petals, and even a violinist.

      Unnecessary? Maybe.

      Effective? Very.

      Because you said yes.

      And that’s how you found yourself sitting in Nobu on your first date.

      “…N-Nobu?” You asked, staring up at the fancy golden sign in disbelief.

      Reo beamed. “Yeah! My grandparents knew the original owners when they first founded the chain.”

      You almost laughed at how casually he said that.

      “This is…” You trailed off, feeling so out of place.

      “Oh, do you not like it? I should’ve asked where you wanted to go, I—”

      “No, no! I like it,” you reassured quickly. “This is… more than nice. Wow.”

      Reo let out a relieved sigh, grinning. “Phew, okay! Thought I messed up there.”

      You sat down, staring at the menu. And then your stomach dropped.

      Because nothing on this menu had prices.

      Which meant it was one of those places where if you had to ask, you couldn’t afford it.

      You swallowed thickly. What the hell do I even order?

      Reo must’ve noticed your hesitation. “Mmm, why are you so quiet?”

      “…I just—well, I don’t know what to get,” you admitted, embarrassed.

      Reo tilted his head, then chuckled. “Don’t worry, take your time. I’m paying, of course.”

      You let out a small laugh, trying to shake off your nerves. “I mean, you usually pay when you’re on a date.”

      That’s when you saw it.

      The way Reo’s smile faltered, his ears turning pink as he suddenly looked a lot more nervous than before.

      “Um,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck.

      You blinked.

      Then it hit you.

      “Oh.”

      Oh.

      And suddenly, the restaurant, the violinist, and the fancy setup all made sense. Your heart pounded.

      “I like you, Y/N,” Reo said softly, meeting your gaze. “A lot.”

      And then he asked you out. You stared at him, warmth creeping into your chest. He had no idea how unnecessary all of this was. You didn’t need expensive dates or fancy meals. You just needed him.

      You smiled, reaching for his hand across the table. His ears burned, but his fingers laced with yours all the same. Yeah. This was more than nice.

      Little did you know what you got yourself into.

—

      "Reo, what is all this?" you asked, staring at the bags upon bags of high-end brands sitting on your bed. Chanel, Loro Piana, Versache, brands you had only ever admired from afar.

      "Clothes," he said simply, plopping down next to you.

      "Yeah, I see that," you deadpanned. "But why?"

      Reo blinked. "You needed new outfits, right?"

      You frowned. "I never said that."

      "Yeah, but I noticed you keep wearing the same hoodie," he pointed out.

      Your face burned. That was because you couldn’t afford to buy multiple jackets just for fun.

      "...Reo, I can’t accept all of this," you said, voice small.

      Reo tilted his head. "Why not?"

      "Because it’s too much!"

      Reo looked genuinely confused, as if the concept of too much had never once occurred to him in his life. "But I like buying things for you."

      You groaned, face in your hands. How were you supposed to argue with that?

      “Besides,” He smirked, pulling out something from a pink shopping bag with the Victoria's Secret logo on it. “I really wanna see you in this.”

—

      “Let’s go on a casual date” Reo texted you one morning. You agreed. But you forgot that Reo had a habit of dragging you into stores you would never set foot in on your own.

      Today, it was a jewelry store.

      "Uh, Babe?" you said hesitantly, eyeing the five-star building like it might bite.

      "Yeah?" he smiled.

      "...You said casual."

      "This is casual."

      "For who?!"

      "Pick something," he said nonchalantly, gesturing at the glittering displays.

      You nearly choked on air. "Pick something?"

      "Yeah, anything you want."

      Your eyes darted to the price tags. Five digits.

      You gulped. "I don’t—"

      "Okay, what about this?" He grabbed a delicate bracelet with small diamonds embedded in the band. "It would look so pretty on you."

      Your heart raced. "That’s like... a semester of tuition."

      He blinked. "Huh? Oh, don’t worry about that."

      "Reo."

      You gave him the most exasperated look you could muster. Reo sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. We don’t have to buy anything. I just wanted to spoil you a little."

      You softened. He looked so disappointed. You reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "You already do. You don’t need to spend money for that."

      Reo’s ears turned pink, and for once, he was the one flustered.

      "...You’re unfair," he mumbled.

—

      "Hey, want to go on a trip?" Reo asked one day.

      You nodded. "Oh, that sounds nice. Maybe a little road trip? A weekend getaway?"

      "Yeah, something like that," he hummed.

      Again—you should have known better.

      You found yourself in a luxury resort, with an ocean view suite, a private pool, and a staff that treated you like royalty.

      "Reo," you whispered as you took in the sheer opulence of the place.

      "Yeah?" he smiled, setting your bags down.

      "...What part of this is a little weekend getaway?"

      He blinked. "All of it?"

—

      You were sitting on the couch, stomach grumbling, when Reo stretched and said, "Wanna eat? I can call the chef."

      You snorted. "Yeah okay, sure."

      Reo blinked. "Okay, I’ll text him now."

      You froze.

      "...Wait, what."

      Reo, already on his phone, looked up. "What?"

      "You’re serious?"

      "Yeah?."

      You stared at him like he just told you the sky was orange. "REO, NORMAL PEOPLE DO NOT HAVE PRIVATE CHEFS."

      Reo tilted his head. "So no to the food?"

      You groaned, burying your face in a pillow. "This is insane."

      Thirty minutes later, a chef arrived and prepared a meal better than anything you had ever tasted.

      "...Okay, fine," you admitted. "Maybe this is a little cool."

      Reo just smirked. "Told ya."

—

      You and Reo went grocery shopping for fun. (His idea. Because "normal couple stuff is cute!")

      Everything was going great until you realized something.

      Reo never. Looked. At the price tags.

      Not once.

      You tested it, watching as he grabbed the most expensive imported strawberries without even glancing at the cost.

      "Reo."

      "Yeah?" he said, tossing some fancy-looking truffle pasta into the cart.

      "Do you even know how much that costs?"

      Reo shrugged. "I dunno. Does it matter?"

      "Yes it matter??"

      "...Oh," he blinked, genuinely confused. "I just grab whatever looks good."

      You grabbed his shoulders dramatically. "What is it like to live in your world?"

      Reo laughed, kissing your forehead. "Pretty nice, actually. You should stay in it forever."

—

      "Reo, can you pick me up after class?" you texted.

      "Of course! 😊" he replied.

      Simple. Easy. No big deal.

      Except when you walked outside, there was a Porsche waiting for you.

      You stared at it.

      Then at Reo, standing next to it, waving enthusiastically.

      Then back at the Porsche .

      "Reo."

      "Yeah?" he blinked.

      "Why is there a Porsche 918 Spyder?"

      "Because you needed a ride?" he said innocently. “...and the keys to the Ferrari were too far.”

      "I meant a normal ride in a regular car." You said which was dumnb now that you thought about it because the Mikages don’t own anything normal.

      "But this is more comfortable," he said, opening the door like a prince.

—

      You were having a rough week, stressed from school and life.

      Reo noticed.

      So he handed you an envelope with a sweet little note attached:

      "For my love! Hope this makes your day better. 💜"

      You smiled, touched by the gesture. Then you opened it.

      And nearly had a heart attack.

      "Why is there 750,000 yen?"

      He blinked. "It’s just a small gift?"

      "Small?"

      Reo frowned. "Do you want more?"

      You groaned, throwing yourself onto the couch. "No!"

      Reo laughed and kissed your cheek. "Well, you are priceless to me, so..."

—

      You jokingly told Reo he needed to learn about budgeting.

      Big mistake.

      Because the next day, he proudly showed you his "budget plan" on his phone.

      You read it.

      And then you screamed.

      "Babe, this is not a budget."

      "Yes, it is!" he huffed.

      "WHO SPENDS $10,000 A MONTH ON ‘MISCELLANEOUS FUN’??"

      "...Rich people?"

      "REO, THAT’S NOT HOW BUDGETING WORKS."

      He pouted. "I don’t like this budgeting thing."

—

      One day, Reo casually said, "Hey, let’s fly somewhere for the weekend."

      And without thinking, you replied, "Yeah, sure, where?"

      There was a pause.

      Then Reo smirked. "Oh? You’re not even gonna fight me on it this time?"

      You froze.

      "...Oh my god. You’ve corrupted me."

      Reo just pulled you into his arms, laughing. "Nah. You’re just finally living like a Mikage."

      You laughed at him. "Pft, living like a Mikage?"

      "Yep," Reo grinned. "Took you long enough."

      You crossed your arms. "Well yeah, at some point I just gave up."

      He shrugged, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Might as well make it official, then."

      You blinked. "Official?"

      Reo smirked. "If you married me."

      Your face heated up and you nearly choked. "Reo."

      "What?" he laughed. "Think about it. Unlimited spending, luxury vacations, and—oh yeah—me. Forever. Pretty good deal, right?"

      You shoved him playfully. "Ask me again when you don’t sound like you’re trying to sell me a subscription plan."

      Reo chuckled, pulling you closer. "Fine, fine. But just so you know... when I actually propose you’re not allowed to complain about how much I spend on it."

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isagi w a moody gf who slanders everyone with him

Slander

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: Isagi wigh a moody girlfriend who slanders everyone with him

[948 words]

      It’s hot, you’re bored, and Rin Itoshi is existing.

      It’s hot. Stupid hot. The kind of heat that makes the air ripple like it’s trying to escape its own existence. The sun is a personal attack. You’re bored. You’re sitting next to Isagi Yoichi on the metal bleachers, which are probably violating several safety codes for surface temperature. Your legs are lazily propped up on the row below you, and you’re sipping lukewarm water from a bottle like it’s fine wine and you’re watching a midsummer Shakespeare production in Central Park.

      “Why is he running like he’s trying to escape his emotions,” you mutter, eyes tracking Rin as he bolts down the field like someone just told him joy is contagious.

      Isagi snorts beside you, one leg bouncing like he’s either stressed or just too wired to sit still. “That man’s sprinting like happiness is a threat chasing him.”

      You laugh, sharp and cruel. “You think he practices his facial expressions in the mirror? Like—” you contort your face into the perfect, brooding Rin Itoshi grimace, complete with a thousand-yard stare.

      Isagi nearly chokes on his sports drink. “Babe stawpppp. You know he has older brother issues”

      “Ichi,” you say, deadpan, “he looks like a tax auditor in a soccer jersey.”

      You both watch as Rin kicks the ball into the net with enough force to probably commit a war crime. He doesn’t celebrate. Just stands there like he's mourning the goalpost’s family.

      “Why does he always look like he’s beefing with air?” Isagi adds, now fully committed to the slander.

      “He’s fighting his demons. And losing.”

      You both burst out laughing, and a few players glance your way. Rin just looks up at you two, expression unreadable.

      “You think he’s plotting how he’s gonna kill us?” You nudge your egoist boyfriend.

      “Wouldn’t surprise me.” He shrugs.

      “He’s one bad day away from wearing a black turtleneck and writing spoken word poetry about ‘betrayal’ and ‘the inevitability of rot,’” Isagi says, and honestly you can see it.

      You turn to him, dead serious. “We need to stop.”

      “We really do,” he agrees. And then adds, “...but like, just one more.”

      You both dissolve into giggles again, nearly doubled over on the bench. And maybe it’s messed up and you’re both objectively horrible people but when Isagi leans over and presses a kiss to your temple, smiling against your skin? You feel like this is the healthiest relationship you’ve ever had. Isagi Yoichi’s hand is warm in yours, but his mouth is on fire.

      Kaiser walks by and that’s when Isagi really wakes up. You both watch in synchronized loathing. You both go quiet. Not because you’re scared, but because the slander file for Kaiser is a thick one, and requires a moment of reverence. Kaiser is different. Rin is a sad boy. But Kaiser? He's insufferable. The kind of guy who unironically quotes Nietzsche during warmups and thinks it makes him profound. The kind of guy who smells like designer cologne and trauma.

      “There goes the human embodiment of an overpriced vape.” You roll your eyes as he walks past.

      “He looks like he’d ghost you after three dates and then post a story saying ‘loyalty is rare’ while wearing Gucci flip-flops.”

      You snort, barely suppressing the wicked grin stretching across your face as you look at the blond across the field.

      “I saw him post a picture the other day captioned ‘the sun shines because I exist.’”

      Yoichi blinks. “You’re kidding.”

      “I wish I was. Bro thinks he’s God’s favorite when he’s just a walking narcissism test.”

      You both watch as Kaiser dramatically flicks his hair after scoring a goal in practice.

      “Bro celebrates like he just earned a nobel prize every time he taps in a goal someone else set up,” Isagi mutters.

      Your eyes narrow. “He’s got NPC energy but the kind that thinks he’s the protagonist.”

      Isagi adds on. “He's a cutscene character tryna speedrun main story.”

      “He moans his own name during sex. I know he does.”

      “No, no, he’s the type to say, ‘You’re welcome’ after.”

      You both break down laughing, giggling like you’re in on some secret that would probably get you ejected from the stadium if anyone overheard. You're chaos incarnate together, one braincell, and it's being shared exclusively for slander.

      Isagi’s eyes sparkle. He loves this. He loves you—sharp tongue, mean streak and all. The way your voice goes up when you’re mid-insulting, the way your eyes gleam when you say something truly heinous. The fact that you’ve declared war on everyone who’s ever tried to outshine him.

      “Do you ever think we’re just… bad people?” you ask suddenly, smiling softly.

      “Absolutely,” He says without hesitation. “But we’re bad people together, so it cancels out.”

      Yoichi pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.

      Bachira skips over, chipper as hell. “I brought snacks!”

      You and Isagi share a look.

      “You’re the kind of guy who’d share gummy worms during a hostage situation.” Isagi laughs, opening the box of nerds Bachira generously gave.

      “Or get recruited by a cult and think it’s a youth group.” You added on.

      Bachira just laughs like it’s a compliment. He's lucky you actually like him.

      Later, when practice ends and you’re walking back with Isagi, your hand slips into his. There’s a quiet warmth there.

      “You know,” he says, squeezing your fingers, “I think I’d actually go insane if you weren’t here.”

      “Really?”

      “Mhm! You’re the best thing that ever happened to me” He smiles, staring into your eyes with nothing but adoration before adding, “...and the worst thing that’s happened to everyone else.”

      And really, that’s all you ever wanted to be.

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unexpected visitor

jiyan x f!reader

Jiyan sneaks home to your bed in desperate need of a soft touch and sleep

c: NSFW 18+ only, smut, oral f-receiving, creampie, tacet marks are sensitive I don't make the rules, not beta'd

He slips in like a whisper, an unexpected secret cradled by the black of night. At first, you mistake him for the rustling of a rabbit outside the window and a burst of wind swirling beneath the clear moon, but then there was the clanking of metal buckles and the rustling of heavy robes falling to the floor. There was only one source of those sounds.

Jiyan.

Two weeks had passed since he’d left, and according to him, he was supposed to have been gone for much longer. Now, the mattress is dipping as he falls into bed behind you, a strong, warm arm circling your middle and pulling you flush against a broad, muscled chest, lips pressing to the curve of your neck.

“You’re home early,” you whisper, reaching back and threading your fingers through long, teal hair.

“Only for tonight,” he sighs, nuzzling his nose to the hollow behind your ear, “No one knows I’m away. I’ll have to leave before first light.”

“And what will you tell them?” you ask with a mischievous lilt.

“That I needed to sleep.”

Those words have you turning, his piercing gold eyes meeting yours and pleading for what only you can give him. He’s always said he can only sleep here, in the sanctuary of your bed. He doesn’t even have a home of his own anymore, it’s a tent on the front lines or this small cottage in the village. He has little in the way of belongings, but he leaves hints of himself around that you find and smile fondly at. Though nothing compares to the sight of him basking in white light, gazing at you as if you hung those very stars in the sky.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you soothe, brushing his bangs from his eyes. You already know the answer, but still, you ask every time in case he changes his mind.

“No.” It’s a polite but curt response, “You need not hear of the troubles of war.”

“But you’re troubles–”

“Are mine to bear.”

That will be the end of that discussion, as it always is. With a sigh, you cup the back of his head and pull him in, his lips so gentle and cautious as you welcome him home even if it is only for a moment. It’s your tongue that asks for entrance first, sliding along his bottom lip slowly, and he opens with a sigh. Large hands pull you in closer, your leg winding around his waist and you can feel his erection pressing against your thinly clothed slit. He’s opted to sleep with nothing on, as usual, and you curse the thin shorts you’d decided to wear. The grip he has on your side is hard enough to bruise, and you hope he has every intention of making sure you feel him tomorrow when you wake up in the bed alone almost as if he’d never come. Like this was all a fever dream. You’re still not sure if it is.

The tips of your fingers gently trace the Tacet Mark on his upper spine, his breath hitching as he flips you to your back. He kisses you like a man starved, nipping and licking into your mouth with greed and gluttony, his hips pulsing into your damp center as he slowly begins to lose that steadfast composure he holds so dear. You want him to lose it, too. He deserves to take for once, and you’ll let him bleed you dry.

As your teeth bite down onto his lower lip, he groans, taking one last parting peck before sliding down your body. The shirt you’re wearing is torn down the middle, and he latches onto one of your stiffened buds, his hands moving to cradle your other breast as if he hasn’t touched anything soft in weeks. His touch is so reverent and desperate that you’re whimpering as his tongue swirls and lips purse, your hands tangled in his locks as he descends lower, pecking a trail down your stomach until he’s pulling your shorts and panties off in one quick tug. 

Mingling moans echo off the walls as he locks onto your clit, your back arching off the bed as he suckles hard, worrying it between his lips before lapping at your soaked slit. You know you’re soaked, your inner thighs wet with what has already leaked free, and he takes it upon himself to not miss a single drop. As he’s tasting the sweetness sticking to your legs, you spread them further, inviting him back to bury his tongue in your cunt. And he does, happily, pulling you so tightly down onto his face you’re not sure he can breathe.

Muffled grunts and hums of bliss rumble deep in his throat, the vibration enough to have you keening in his hold. His talented mouth alternates between teasing your swollen bundle of nerves and enjoying the nectars of his labor, his face smeared and glistening every time he comes up for air. You want more, but you don’t dare stop him. If this is what he needs, this is what he can have, all you can do is scrape your nails soothingly against his scalp and try to quiet the roiling storm building in your belly. 

He’s waiting for you to come, you know that, but still, you try and stop the balloon threatening to burst. The sooner this is the over the sooner he’s gone again. And while you feign bravery and understanding of his long, frequent absences, deep down it breaks you every day to walk around town and see the couples together doing mundane tasks. They’re shopping, enjoying a meal, laughing and walking, and you’re…alone. You sacrifice the one you love so they can have this life, and while you’ve come to peace with this, no part of you has convinced you that you have to like it.

When he adds a finger, then two, you’re pulling his mouth back to your core by his hair, his smile stretched across your skin as the tip of his tongue prods so skillfully.

“That’s it,” he praises, “That’s what I want. Let me have it, baby.”

All he ever has to do is ask. Your orgasm washes over you gently like the waves on the shore, nowhere near as explosive as you’d been expecting, but you assume that was his intention. He knew you well enough to have discovered which of his ministrations caused which reaction and now he was almost tactile. It’s a little unfair.

No time is wasted, you’ve barely registered the end of your descent into the clouds and you can feel the soft head of his cock pushing into your cunt, your slippery walls giving no resistance as he bottoms out. He gives you a moment to adjust, taking advantage of your parted, panting lips to drag you into a messy kiss you can taste yourself on. You’ve missed the way he feels stuffed inside of you, bullying its way into a space too tight to accommodate his length and girth, but the burn subsides quickly and you let him know with a quick roll of your hips to urge him on.

The course hairs at his base are already soaked with your arousal as he begins to snap his hips into yours, the sound of skin slapping and breathy moans like a forbidden song drifting off into the night. His forehead is pressed to yours, the only air you can breathe is each other’s, and he entwines his fingers with yours and pins your hands to either side of your head, opening you up to his new, brutal pace. He can’t help himself, he’s long gone, drowning in the way your pussy clamps down around him every time he lets a whine slip out. You’d think he’d have learned by now and let his blissed sounds free, but he hasn’t. Maybe he never will.

“Jiyan,” you mewl, gripping him so tightly your knuckles turn white, “harder.”

It’s like something snaps, with a groan, he pushes himself up to sit on his knees, his hands claiming your waist as his hips begin to piston so hard his hold is the only thing keeping you in place. Your tits bouncing wildly hold his gaze as you cry out loud enough for anyone in the surrounding area to hear.

“Touch yourself,” he commands, regret in his voice because he can’t do it himself, “Come on my cock.”

Your two middle fingers dive to rub frantic circles on your clit, but you’re unable to focus as you dip your touch down to feel where he’s mercilessly thrusting into your hole. You can feel how stretched you are, how swollen, you’re moments away from release.

“Come with me,” you beg, your nails scraping down the firm dips and swells of his stomach, “Come with me, please.”

He looks wrecked as he lets himself lose control. His head falls back, his hair splaying across his shoulders, long enough to have the ends dancing over your skin. The way he glistens with sweat makes him look damn near ethereal, with green markings accentuating his clenched jaw as he tries to draw out what he knows is coming to an end. 

The molten pleasure boiling in your belly finally spills over, running through your veins until every muscle is tensed in anticipation and then released with a shrieking cry, his feral snarl joining you as he spurts hot, thick ropes of cum into your cunt. 

It’s a moment of stillness as you both catch your breath, his grip loosening as he fucks his seed deeper, enjoying how easily his softening cock slips through your channel. You’re so sensitive it almost hurts, but you’re not ready to lose the weight and stretch of him inside of you just yet.

“You need to sleep, my love,” you coo as he pulls out, immediately walking off to get a warm cloth to clean you with.

“Mm,” he hums, wiping what’s leaking from your fucked out hole, “In a moment.”

When he curls up behind you, there’s no stopping how you turn and bury yourself in his chest. It’ll be harder this way when he has to leave, but you haven’t heard the steady beating of his heart in too long. He chuckles as he wraps you up tightly, tucking your head beneath his chin, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your bruised hip. 

It’ll be just a few hours, and as much as you want to stay awake and relish in this rare time, you can’t. Sleep finds you easily swaddled in his arms, the faint arid, earthy smell of him the most comforting scent. When you wake, you’re alone, not that you expected anything different. However, one thing that wasn’t there the night before catches your eye–a single Pecok flower in a vase.

A promise to return home.

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5 random headcanons about wuthering waves characters in no particular order! 

warnings: none! pure fluff!

word count: 601

author’s note: came up with these while recovering from being sick. apologies for any typos in advance! hope you enjoy! <3

taglist: @your-sleeparalysisdem0n, @threnodians, and @sheyfu!

brant: 

very touch-starved but will almost always initiate physical touch before thinking better of it. if you notice him doing this, please hug him or hold his hand. 

kids gravitate towards him and absolutely love him. they like playing little family-esque games and Brant is their biggest supporter of this! the crew has to physically pull him away from the children. but he promises, and keeps said promises, to return and play some more! 

he’s an animal magnet, and he takes time out of his day to feed and or pet the animals. birds gravitate themselves toward him most. 

if he gets caught doing something a little silly by the crew, he runs past you and puts his hat on you. you never know how he’s able to do that. 

he is so pretty, and if you like makeup and put some on him, he looks even prettier, it’s unfair. putting blush on him gives him an almost innocent look, it’s very cute. 

jiyan: 

spars with you regularly to ensure you’re still agile and aware of your surroundings. he’s also very quiet when he approaches you to do said spars so you better be on your guard! 

he really likes holding hands, but he loves holding pinkies with you more. don’t ask him why, though, he won’t be able to give a concise answer. 

dogs randomly walk up to him sometimes, and he makes sure to return them to a safe place if their owner isn’t in sight. 

abides by the sidewalk rule, and i will DIE on this hill. you both could be having a discussion and he just carefully and methodically swaps your positions the second he notices something from the opposite direction coming at you. 

turns into putty if you take down and play with his hair. it’s so long and fluffy! you’ve gotta get his hair routine, it’s unfair how good his hair looks! 

jinhsi: 

likes physical touch but can be unsure as to initiating it. she tries for you, though! you’ll see her reach out, hesitate, before her hand returns to her side. you’re the one to initiate touch if that’s your thing.

likes holding pinkies with you- a small reassurance that you’re with her. 

you bring her food and snacks when sanhua finds you to inform you jinhsi’s overworking herself. 

 when she’s not busy, she likes to cook for you. she’s actually a really good cook and makes really cute food; think of japan and their café’s food!

she absolutely loves stargazing with you- it’s quiet and serene, but it’s so nice to spend quiet time with those you love. no words need to be said, just being in each other’s presence is enough.

carlotta: 

definitely dances with you (like in the 2.0 story!) for fun. she makes it fun and enjoyable if you don’t know how to dance, too! a very good teacher, probably trained to do this by her family.

teaches you how to use guns and or weapons in general if you want to learn. 

she likes giving gifts and initiates physical touch a good bit of the time. if you’re holding hands, she’ll intertwine your fingers together before bringing your hand up and kissing your knuckles. 

if you happen to like reading and an anticipated book is coming out, she goes out of her way to get a special edition of said book for you just to see the reaction on your face. 

a really good caretaker when you’re sick- brings towels to put on your forehead, medicine (and knows when the next dosage is), and is very sweet when you’re not feeling well. 

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.ᐟfucked up

.ᐟcw: screaming, angry rin, regret, angst

"𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑤" - 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑟

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

Your boyfriend came back home, pissed. 

He lost a match. You knew he wanted to be alone, but you just wanted to check up on him. You quietly made your way downstairs to the living area. 

You peaked inside to see rin sitting on the couch, arms around a pillow while he watched his game over and over again. 

“Hi.. baby, i know you probably want to be left alone but i’m worried. You haven’t ate anything all day..” you said softly, standing beside him. 

He looked up at you, jaw ticking, before he looked back at the screen. 

“Not hungry” he said, hoping you’d leave. 

“I know, but I cooked your favorite food to cheer you up,” you said softly, looking at the ground.

“Yn. i’m not hungry.” More bite was behind his words this time. 

“But rin-”

“I SAID I’M NOT FUCKING HUNGRY, JUST STOP!” he yelled, throwing the pillow and standing up. Towering over you. His fists clenched. 

You stepped back, eyes wide as you stared at him in shock? Fear? It took him a second to realize what he just did. 

Your lips trembled, staring at the man you thought you knew. Your eyes burned as tears brimmed your waterline. 

“Fuck. baby, i didn’t-”

“It’s fine.” you said quietly, your voice breaking as you walked away from him. It felt like someone was squeezing the life out of your heart; your chest tightened as you ran upstairs, running to the bathroom. You hear footsteps behind you, Rin quickly follows after, knocking on the bathroom. 

“y/n, listen to me. I’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to yell at you. I swear” he said, his voice coming out soft like he didn’t want to scare you.

“Can you just come out, can we talk, please?” You wanted to speak, but no words came out. You covered your mouth with your hand, warm tears dripping down your face, as you silenced your cries. He internally beat himself up. what was he thinking, taking his anger out on you when you did nothing but want to make him feel better?

“Go away..” it was nothing more than a whisper but rin knew he fucked up. 

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A/n: no one better say the reader was being dramatic (i cry whenever someone raises their voice at me) I'm still learning how to write angst

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.ᐟAccident? ♡ reo mikage

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, daddy kink

"𝐶𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎, 𝑦𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐ó𝑚𝑜 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑙𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎" - 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎 𝑏𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑒

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

He was leaning on top of you. Arms pinned above your head with one of his hands; the tip of his cock abusing the same spot over and over again. He smirks, whispering filthy nothings against your ear. 

“Just made for me, weren’t you? Your pussy is so nice and warm” he mutters, lips trailing down your body and between the valley of your boobs. Kissing your poor, aroused nipples. 

You were too far gone, too deep in your head to even notice what was happening as your body physically recoiled with each of his thrusts. 

“Fuck! Daddy-” your eyes snapped open noticing what slipped past your lips and by the time you realized it was too late, the damage had already been done. 

Reo fell silent. Your heart drops. Your face was heating up, turning a deep shade of red. 

Reo still above you, eyes narrowed on you, forehead glistening with sweat. 

And then. 

He fucking grins. 

“Well, isn’t that new?” he voice thick with amusement. Your squirming underneath him, hot, and flustered. You wanted to dig a hole and lie in it. 

“Wait- no.. i-” but it’s too late to explain yourself, reo is smirking like an asshole. 

“It’s too late, princess” he whispers, eyes never leaving yours. “You very much meant it” 

“Reo, just forget i said that-” your words are cut short as reo rolls his hips, deep, feeling his cock bury inside of you. Feeling every inch, every vein, every curve. It hits so deep. You gasped, looking up at him with teary eyes. 

“Not, reo, princess. It’s daddy, now” a cruel grin spread over his lips; he continues the abuse to your poor, sloppy pussy. The wet sound of slapping echoes in the room but the way reo forces the word ‘daddy’ out your mouth is louder than any of the background noise. 

“Tell me, what do you want?” he asks, panting against your skin. 

“I wanna cum” you whine, your entire body trembles with each snap of his hips. 

“Say it properly or you won’t finish” 

“I.. i wanna cum, daddy” the words came out broken like a sob or maybe a moan. You couldn’t tell. You were too lost in the pleasure. 

“Good girl, now cum” he grips your waist, his thrusts becoming more erratic. You tighten and throb around him, cumming all over his thick cock, with his ‘name’ on your lips. 

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rin but he has a total obsession for the reader's boobs

.ᐟOBSESSED

.ᐟcw: explicit content mdni

"𝐵𝑜𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒?" - 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑦

･･ꕀ𖧷

Imagine bf!rin itoshi who’s obsessed with his girlfriend’s boobs. He loves them so much, he can’t bring himself to stay away from you. 

After a match or a long day? He’s climbing onto the bed and lying face down on your chest as your run your fingers through his silky hair. 

His face is murderous when you wear a low-cut top and he catches others staring at you. He’ll do anything to make them look away and that ends up being leaving hickies on every inch of your exposed skin

He has a favorite side. Loves laying with his cheek on your chest, fingers lazily playing with your other nipple. 

If you’re wearing a tight top? He's staring. Jaw clenched, trying not to get hard in public. Doesn’t even realize he’s zoning out on your chest until someone calls his name twice. There's a lot of instincts where he’s just zoned out on your body, not a care in the world. Sometimes you even distract him from his very precious football recaps. 

He’ll get mean if you tease him—push his head away when he’s latched on? He’ll grab your wrists and growl, “Don’t fucking move again.”. 

Since he’s always touching you one way or another, some parts of your body have become highly reactive and sensitive. One of those parts being your boobs. He loves how you try to stifle moans when his tongue circles your nipple. “So sensitive, baby, you’re body’s needy” 

He refuses to sleep unless he’s lying between them, cupping one, cheek smushed against the other one. 

He ends up saying the filthiest things when he’s in bed with you or buried between your boobs. “So soft—fuck, I could drown in you.” or “You should be walking around shirtless. For me only, though.”

Half of the time, it’s not even sexual. He just likes how soft they are. If he’s watching a game. He’ll call you over to sit on his lap while he plays with your tits and his eyes are attached to the screen, watching a rematch of the same game for the 5th time today. 

You’ll be trying to have a normal conversation and he’ll slowly slip his hand under your shirt, face buried between your boobs. “Keep talking,” he mumbles, “just need this for a sec.”

Uses your boobs as his personal pillow. You’re watching a show? Boom—head in your chest. Napping? Face down in your cleavage. Bad day? Silently lifts your shirt, lies down, and holds on like it’s the only thing grounding him.

He uses both hands to grab and squeeze, thumbs brushing your nipples until they’re puffy and aching—then he bites. Hard enough to leave marks. Tongue swirling after to soothe while he smirks.

Loves loves loves tit fucking. He’ll ask you to press them together as he slides his aching cock in between. slow, deep strokes while watching his cock glide between them. “So Warm. Fuck, you were made for this, weren’t you?”

As of right now, you’re on his lap, when you both were supposed to be watching a movie right now. 

“Rinnie, this isn’t watching a movie” you whine as rin’s thumb grazes your nipple, sliding along to brush against the curve on their underside. 

“‘M tired of the movie..” he lazily mumbles, eyes locked onto them. “This is better”

He leans in, takes one into his mouth like he’s starving. Slow, deep sucks that send heat pooling between your legs. He groans, tongue flicking your nipple as he grinds his hips up under you.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he breathes between kisses. “You feel how hard I am just from this?”

You nod, breath hitching when he bites lightly and then soothes it with a kiss.

“Told you,” he mutters, pulling you closer. “I could spend hours right here. You were made for me.”

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sae the fucking itoshi and car sex⁉️💥

18+ sae itoshi oneshot mdni car sex

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“bitch.” you muttered under your breath as you looked out the window beside you. you and sae just got into an argument about fangirls getting too handsy with him and he didn’t even mind it. claims it’s just “how fans act.”

sae, upon hearing your claim, hands tightened around the steering wheel as he took a deep breath to compose himself before responding to you. “you’re right. i shouldn’t have let other woman touch all over me, so drop the attitude already.”

“the attitude ?? your girlfriend’s hellishly upset at you and you call it an attitude?! honestly! why do i even bother putting up with you, you’re so annoying, you never understand me! and…” blablablablabla is all sae heard for the entirety of your rant about him.

after what seems of an eternity of your blabbering, he pulled you out of your trance when you saw him pulling into a grocery stores parking lot, he parked at a secluded corner so no one was able to see him. after he finished parking, he went limp on the carseat before turning his head towards you, staring lasers into your eyes.

“complain more. go on.” and for some reason, now that he approved of your complaining, all the words got stuck in your throat. your mouth fell agape to say something while your fingers twiddled with the hem of your skirt, but nothing came out. you looked at sae with the most innocent eyes you could muster out, hoping he’d take mercy on you with that murderous glare.

“i.. i’m sorry, ‘should’ve been mature n talk to you, sae,” your voice came out timid as your hands reached out hug one of his arms, pulling him closer to rest your head on his shoulder.

“backseat. now.” “huh???”

“o-oh! sae, saeee, feels so good,, shit, love you so muchh..” you were sat atop of saes thighs while he let you fuck yourself dumb on his cock, something he never usually lets you do since he likes being in control, but he upset his pretty slut girl, so he had to make it up to you. now, your fingers were gripping onto his shoulders as leverage for everytime you slammed down onto his cock.

the slicked noises coming from your pussy was embarrassingly filling the whole car, you were convinced that any passerby could tell what you two were doing from how much the car is shaking. but now, you were purely focused on chasing your high. sae was grabbing onto your hips while his head was thrown back, resting on the carseat; his adams apple visible.

“shit.. slow down would you? so fck’n desperate, haah..” usually, you’d be bound to listen to whatever sae tells you to do during sex, but now? every word he says goes into one ear and comes out through the other, all you knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you’d use it to your full extent.

eventually, your legs tired out. you sat there idle still buried deep in his cock for awhile as he awaited for you to catch your breath while you rested your head on his shoulder. your recovery was faster then anticipated as you started grinding your hips on him instead, rubbing your clit on his pelvis while his cock was shoved so far up into you.

your slick coated his toned lower stomach from how desperate you were grinding for release. sae guided your hips with his large hands, occasionally spanking your ass or your thighs which caused you to jerk upwards, only for you to slam back onto his length again which made you incapable of holding back your moans.

sae on the other hand, wasn’t close to cumming at all. not because you were bad at riding him, not at all— he was just purely used to cumming from ramming his dick into you like he usually did. he was feeling like a needy idiot from how much he was restraining himself to not flip your positions and fuck into you roughly, to not manhandle you and throw you into any positions he wanted you to be in, no. he had to control himself. he had to control himself.

he sighed as he felt your orgasm reach you, the way your pussy clenched around his girth, the way your body tensed up, and noticeably the way you were moaning and whimpering his name like a cat in heat. his set of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him and pressed a wet kiss on your neck.

“so good for me, amor. though, i’m not satisfied yet.”

“sae.. huh?.. whaddya mean- ah! fuuck- sae!” before you could even finish your sentence, hes lifted you up slightly with the strength of his arms and started bucking his hips up with a ravenous pace, the way you were chanting his name like a prayer consistently got muffled from the sound of you two’s skin slapping together harshly.

finally to put you out of this torture, he splurted out his seed into you, letting out a deep and long moan, closing his eyes and going limp against the carseat.

“right. i also need to pick up groceries. you’re coming with me.” sae opened his eyes to look at your face, which has turned into one of surprise. “what?! no way! how do you want me to go out like this?!-”

spoiler: you went anyways, with your panties filled with both of his and your warm slick that made a gushy and sticky noise whenever your thighs rubbed together while walking.

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Jiyaaaan request coming your way~

While training his soldiers, one of them accidentally calls him 'Dad'. This leads to the reader teasing them but Jiyan teases back by calling them 'Mom' (or the gender neutral for it?)

(Was reading tv tropes and Jiyan had the 'A Father to his Men' tropes in his character tab lol)

A/n: Anon this request was so sweet, thank you sm for sending it in! Jiyan the father of an army fr.. I do hope I executed it well. Enjoy!

Content: Jiyan x F!Reader, fluff and playful stuff, nothing more

The morning sun had long since shifted its axis towards the center of the sky, blazing down through cotton clouds that sailed the azure skies. Below them, in the open fields, west of the main base cacophony sounded, consisting of commands, groans and other sounds of effort as the Midnight Ranger performed their training. And today Jiyan had come to overlook the session himself, although it wouldn’t be the first time. He was often so preoccupied with tasks at the front lines that he didn’t have the time to be leading drills too frequently, but when he did get the chance to do so he would take it. While it wasn’t a full reprieve from the battle, it was still a stark contrast to the grotesque and twisted fates he’d see daily on the battlefield.

Jiyan was noticeably more disheveled by the end, hair messy and hanging in strands and clinging to his sweaty forehead, hands on his hips as his voice rose to meet all ears present. You have just been passing by, helping carry supplies that just came in, and loading old and empty boxes back to be refilled in the city. For once there was no rush that would make your legs ache or your lungs hurt, allowing you all the precious time to bask in the views, the soft chatter and, of course, your dear lover.

The sun caught his figure and formed a golden aura around him, his skin glistening, and you couldn’t help but take a seat at one of many big boxes at the side of the training grounds after you had finished your task. In passing you caught a few looks, and a few smiles of the soldiers you knew from before. They looked much  more lively, despite the rigorous training they just went through. It made your heart warm seeing them in better spirits, wishing nothing more than to see them prevail and be happy. And just as you had recognized a bunch of familiar faces did Jiyan conclude his small speech, about to dismiss everyone with advice of rest hanging on every word. He had spotted you from the start, when you were going by with supplies in arms and soon he’d have a chance to speak to you too, he thought.

“General Jiyan! General Jiyan, a word or two- if I may?” 

It was a voice of one of the new recruits, Jiyan noted as he gazed at the face of the youth, a boy of twenty or so years by the looks of it, and eyes full of curiosity and admiration. He had come up to Jiyan just as he had turned towards you, prompting him to stay rooted in his spot a little longer. A few more young rangers came up behind the recruit, sharing the same curiosity but also being aware of whatever the recruit had on his mind.

“Yes? Is there something you need?” Jiyan questioned, looking at the young man. From his peripheral vision he spotted you moving down from the boxes and joining his side, staying quiet after a short word of greeting towards his Rangers, but your presence felt like a cool breeze under this sun, and he appreciated it all the more.

“I just wanted to say how great today’s training session was, we learned so much more than we did with our drill sergeant” he praised, smiling up at Jiyan all the while, “And I just wanted to ask whether or not you’ll be leading our training session tomorrow as well? Or any other day that is, we would really benefit from your teaching. I mean, you've seen it all for yourself at the front lines!"

The other few with him nodded along, prompting a small smile of pride to form on your face from seeing their fascination with Jiyan. To them he was everything they aspired to be - strong, enduring, tough but not lacking kindness or knowledge. There were times where they were scared to approach him, not knowing how he’d react to their questions, but from observing his interactions with others they warmed up to the idea and plucked all their courage. 

A polite smile curled up on Jiyan’s face as he regarded the youth with gentle golden eyes. His presence as the drill sergeant today wasn’t due to his availability, but a simple coincidence and necessity to fill the shoes of their drill sergeant that had been injured due to Tacet Discords, and Jiyan just happened to be able to be there. “Ah, you have my thanks, rangers. If a replacement for your drill sergeant does not arrive tomorrow and I am not required to be at the front lines, then I will be leading your training tomorrow as well” he told them, which pleased them greatly to hear.  “Although I’m sure Sargent Jin’xi has much more to teach you, something much more important for your sound development in this profession. You cannot take his method lightly. He has seen everything I have, as well. His knowledge is as valuable to your growth, and even more so than mine. You need the good foundation he can give you” He was aware of how confusing or hard it could be to listen to Jin’xi, as the sergeant had quite the eye for details and slow progress in lessons due to his meticulous nature - but that also made him all the better for his station. He was observant and could pluck out bad behavior and mistakes like weeds, and that is better to be done here, than in the middle of battle.

“We know, general, but sergeant Jin’xi is just so hard on us.. sometimes it really seems like he has no limit” one of the women standing behind voiced, earning a look from Jiyan that spoke of his understanding but also his disagreement with the subtle message they were trying to send - please, replace sergeant Jin’xi, or, save us.

“Yeah! One time I accidentally mixed up the weapons in the storage room and he had me do everything on my own again, saying how such mistakes can’t happen on the front lines, how it all means life or death” the first young man said, brushing his fingers through his hair and sighing. “I understand it, but we just got here..” he added and looked at his comrades. 

What was supposed to be a short chit-chat turned swiftly into a gossip galore about Jin’xi. Had Jiyan been any different from the man he was currently, he would’ve scolded them, taken offense at how they spoke about his colleague, but he was in their shoes once, always on edge around the higher ups, and he wished not to bring that same unease to them. He didn’t fail to remind them to not speak like this in front of everyone, and to respect sergeant Jin’xi when he does eventually return, and they gave him their word.

The first young man that approached looked at Jiyan after their discussion, both hands on his hips and looking more relaxed. “We won’t forget that, I promise on my last name! Still, we appreciate your kindness, and one more thing dad- I MEAN- GENERAL!” His entire face crumbled into a look of terror, and all eyes of the group shot to him, looks of surprise and amusement appearing before several of them erupted into laughter after taking a wary glance at Jiyan - who was not offended.

“General Jiyan! Oh god- I apologize, general, I don’t know where that came from-” he stammered, shaking his head and his hands, face flushed from sheer embarrassment. More choked words tumbled out of his mouth, desperate to excuse himself and forget about this. 

Jiyan can’t help but chuckle, the corners of his lips twitching in a failed attempt to hold back his smile. “At ease, recruit. You have not done any crime” he nods at the other, his eyes softening and not showing any sign that he’s about to dish out some punishment - that’d be ridiculous. 

You can’t help but crack a laugh too, covering your lips with your hand as to stifle the sound, but your mirth was evident in your eyes. “Have I missed a chapter? I didn’t know you had kids, general Jiyan” you teased, earning a few shocked but heavily amused looks from the group. Giggles erupted once more, all stifled as they waited for Jiyan to respond to the quip.

Jiyan turns his head to look at you, his eyes boring into yours and questioning your intentions - you can read the thoughts going through your head and your smile only widens in a silent call to a challenge of wits. He didn’t expect you to say something like that, but he could only huff, hiding his amusement under an abrupt guise of confusion.

“Kids?.. Why, I had hoped you’d recognize your own kids, Miss (L/N)” he shot back instantly, making your jaw drop at his rebuttal, a gasp flying past your mouth. “General” you said, accusations plenty heard in your tone as the atmosphere melted into one of jest and play.

Many eyes flickered between you and him, taking in the easy way you conversed with one another.

“Yes? What’s the surprise for? The recruits look up to you too, if you fail to notice. You can confirm with them right now” he is shifting the spotlight to you, and the recruits are quick to jump in too. “It is right, miss. Personally I haven’t been around you for long, no longer than I interacted with the General, but you two are alike, you treat us new ones with a firm but kind hand” a young woman said, smiling at you, and you feel your heart climb into your throat. 

“Can we really be surprised, they’re always together too-” "Aren't they married?" Whispering is heard amidst the group, and Jiyan looks amidst the faces to catch the one that said that but fails to do so, or refuses to weed out the individuals, and his eyes go back to you to catch your response. It’d be a lie to say your relationship with him was a secret, everyone knew there was something deeper between the two of you, something you didn’t show in public due to the war and status, but it was undeniably there. Still, hearing it loud and clear like this was like a splash of cold water. Despite their chatter, the group remained respectful, sweet in their musings.

“Ah, quiet, I do not want to hear it. This is about you, General”

“Ah, don’t run from it now. You’re the one that started this” he commented, rolling his eyes as he folded his arms over his chest. “Anyway, you’re all dismissed. I have a word with.. mother over here. Off you all go. I will see you all in the morning for another training drill. Get some rest” he speaks to the group, gazing upon their faces, only to see how they looked at him with some sort of childhood wonder, and that’s when he realized he must be flushed too. A sheepish smile bloomed on his face. 

“Alright! Awesome-” “Yes, sir!"

“Have a good day, General! And you too, Miss!” 

He watched them leave, bidding them all farewell, and when he turned to face you again he saw you pinching the bridge of your nose, hiding away the biggest smile of the day, the apples of your cheeks redder than before. The Midnight Rangers were undeniably close in connection, having spent so many nights and days huddled together for warmth or laughs or protection, and this small exchange only warmed Jiyan’s heart, to witness how positively they felt around him - and you. 

“Didn’t think we’d become parents so soon. Have we gotten that old already?” Jiyan commented, tone softer in a way he only addressed you when you were alone, and there was no one near the training grounds to hear you.

“Oh, shut up, Jiyan-” you playfully snapped, biting your lip as you looked up at him, stifling a giggle. “You are unbelievable!”

“Hm? Did you expect me to stay quiet today or ignore your quips?” he smiled bigger and you have to admire the little dimples in his cheeks as the smile reaches his eyes, making them squint at you softly.

“I don’t know what I expected, but your response was certainly the last thing I expected” you replied and shook your head, as if that would shake off the redness tinting your skin, imitating him now by crossing your arms. The two of you were looking at each other, wordlessly admiring your red faces while throwing these little quips at one another. 

“Ah.. you’ll get used to it, dearest wife”

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"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞... 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭?!"

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, seishiro nagi, isagi yoichi, barou shoei x fem!reader

⭑.ᐟ synopsis. surprising your bllk husbands with creative pregnancy reveals!

content warning. fem, wife!reader. suggestive (pull-out game, baby fever, etc). pet names. teeny tiny bit of angst in kaiser's part. twins. nagi feigning ignorance. lots of kisses because yeah. 4.5k wc!

notes. heavily inspired by peachy pregnancy reveal videos on yt!

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

you had never fought so hard to contain laughter in your life. 

it was a quiet afternoon, and you were resting on your bed when sae suddenly barged into your shared bedroom, looking slightly confused.

his brows were furrowed, and his lips were slightly parted. he had just finished taking a shower, water droplets dripping down his skin, and a towel hung loosely around his waist. 

but what really caught your attention was the pile of clothes draped over the bend of his elbow. clothes that you had instantly recognized.

“tsk,” he clicked his tongue in irritation, tossing the garments onto the mattress one by one. “the dumbass dryer shrunk my clothes.”

now laying on the bed were three tiny white shirts, a pair of tiny running shorts, and most importantly an identical replica of his football uniform, complete with sae’s name printed on the back. each piece looked unmistakably his, just tiny.

but little did he know that you had swapped his freshly dried clothes with their baby-sized counterparts while he was in the shower.

the uniform had taken the most effort as you had to customize and order it online rather than simply purchasing it in store, but the results were definitely worth it.

you pressed a hand to your mouth, a soft laugh escaping despite your best efforts to appear innocent. though it was a completely natural reaction for this situation, you doubt he’d find it suspicious. 

“that’s the first time that’s ever happened, right?” you crawled closer to inspect the small jersey. you held it up for sae to see, beaming at him. “but it’s so cute! don’t you think so too?”

sae glanced at your sparkling eyes, and rolled his eyes. he turned toward his dresser, shaking his head slightly. “it’s cute. give it to some fan at my next game.”

like hell you would. you hugged your knees as you eagerly watched him reach for his calvin klein boxers. he could feel your stare burning a hole through his head and turned to you with a raised brow.

“what? you that excited to watch me strip, mi cariño?”

you grinned and gave him a thumbs up. “yeah, i am. keep going, you’re doing great so far.”

sae sighed but you could see the tiny smile that was ghosting his lips. he pulled on his boxers, until he suddenly froze, his fingers stilling on the waistband of the undergarment. your smile widened.

his gaze darted between the tiny clothes on the bed and the neatly folded ones– his clothes– you had placed on his dresser.

“love.” he said quietly. he walked over to the bed, eyes locked onto yours as he climbed over you. he gently pushed you until your back met the mattress, his frame hovering over you.

“are you pregnant?”

you giggled. “maybe.”

his teal eyes narrowed slightly. he reached up and pinched your cheek. “answer properly. i asked, are you pregnant?”

a breathy laugh slipped past your lips as you nodded. “i am.”

for a split second, he just stared at you, dead silent. then, he let out a soft grunt, muttering under his breath.

“knew something was off. you’ve been acting weird.”

you snorted, “excuse me?”

he tilted his head slightly, his lips quirking at the corners. “didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

he leaned down. he kissed your forehead first, then the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips. when he pulled away, there was a subtle smirk on his lips.

“my pull-out game was shit.”

you laughed softly as you ran your fingers through his damp, reddish hair, your voice smug. “i don’t blame you. i just feel way too good.”

his smirk twitched as he flicked your forehead lightly. “don’t get too cocky or i might just have to plant baby number two.”

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

“sir,” the police officer began professionally as he approached rin’s car parked in the public lot, tapping on the driver’s window. 

rin paused his conversation with you, casting a side-glance at the cop. he raised a brow before rolling down the window. “what?” he asked bluntly.

the officer leaned a little against the window frame, nodding his head respectfully. “i’m going to have you stop here. you have a child in the vehicle with no child seat.”

rin stared at the man like he was an idiot, then slowly turned to look at you, scoffing in disbelief. “get a load of this guy.” he muttered. you bit your bottom lip hard to suppress your laughter, fingers tightening around the purse in your lap.

turning his head back to the officer, rin narrowed his eyes. “are you a dunce? does it look like there’s a child in the backseat?” rin asked him with annoyance. “seems like they purposely hire lukewarm idiots who lack proper qualifications. you’re not fit for this job.”

“sir, i need you to calm down. it’s simply protocol. i’ll have to fine you.”

as your husband continued arguing with the poor officer who was actually only carrying out his part of your arrangement, you quietly retrieved the positive pregnancy test out of your purse. a warm smile graced your lips.

the officer, who was busy distracting rin, caught your movement and tried to mask the smirk that was threatening to appear. he played along, “ma’am, are you positive about this?”

that seemed to set rin completely off. “do you need to enter the car to see for yourself, you dumbass cop? i told you, there is no fucking child in this ca–”

“actually,” you interrupted sweetly, “we do have a child in the car with no child seat.”

as soon as he heard your voice, he stopped mid-sentence. rin turned to face you, only to find a pregnancy test held up in your hand, two pink lines etched clearly. his teal eyes flitted back and forth between your smiling face and the test, blinking slowly in realization.

“... you’re not joking, are you?”

you laughed softly as you shook your head. “no, rinnie. i’m pregnant.”

he stared at the pink lines for a while longer, then muttered something under his breath and reached to roll the windows up, shutting out the content cop with a glare. you shot him a quick nod of thanks through the glass before rin turned fully to face you. 

he already knew you’d be a perfect mother with the way you naturally loved and cared for him. as for him? it’ll take him some time to figure out this whole parenting thing.

“didn’t think you could surprise me anymore.” he muttered, threading his hand through his dark green hair as he leaned back against the headrest.

“i think you’ll be just fine,” you murmured softly as you leaned in and gently pried his hands away from his face, your eyes locking onto his teal ones. “but you better be nice to me, baby. i’m going to be extra sensitive from now on, you hear me?”

his brows furrowed slightly before he took your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him. “after you set this whole thing up with a cop– a male, no less? yeah, i don’t think so.”

“oh?” you teased, giving him a lopsided grin as you leaned closer. “is the great itoshi rin actually jealous? hm. it looks good on you.”

rin scoffed, but his grip on your chin loosened. “you’re my wife. mine. not his.”

you laughed gently as you took his hand and slipped it under your shirt, guiding it to your stomach. “you don’t have to remind me. i never forgot.”

his gaze softened as he felt the slight swell of your stomach, where the child he (unintentionally) created with you was beginning to grow. he looked at you calmly before resting his hand on the small of your back, drawing you in. rin’s lips ghosted over yours teasingly, but never actually meeting.

you huffed. “you’re a cruel man.”

a rare smile tugged at his lips as he pressed a kiss to your temple, then leaned away. silently, he reached across and buckled your seatbelt for you, probably his attempt at being a gentleman. he didn’t meet your eyes, but you could practically hear the smile in his words.

“let’s go home quickly,” rin said as he started the car. “we need to take advantage of the time we have left before you’re too far along.”

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

it was christmas. coincidentally, kaiser's birthday as well. 

the two of you had just finished eating together, and now you were lounging on the couch, sitting comfortably on his thigh with his arm lazily draped around your waist. there were many gift bags of different sizes scattered on the fuzzy carpet– a couple big ones, a few medium-sized, and a particularly small one.

kaiser scanned the pile, his crystal blue eyes glinting as he turned to you with a smirk on his face. “hmm, you like me that much, meine liebe?”

you met his teasing stare with silence, then gently cupped his face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. you’ve come to learn that this method always catches him off guard, and as you expected, it did just that this time as well. his eyes widened slightly just slightly before his lashes fluttered shut. 

“ah.”

“i do,” you murmured against his lips, your voice airy. you pulled away with a content smile. “now hurry up and open them. i'm excited to see your reaction.” you leaned your head against his shoulder, fingers toying with the sleeve of his warm sweater.

kaiser reached for the first bag, tearing through the wrapping carelessly. “a pair of cleats, huh?” he raised a brow, looking at you with an unimpressed, mocking expression. “didn't need them. my cleats are brand new.”

your brows knitted together. “i didn’t get them because you needed them. got them because you suck at choosing anything that isn’t boring.”

“oh, you wound me,” he pinched your waist playfully before rubbing the spot soothingly. “i was just joking, liebe. promise.”

for the next half-hour, he continued opening the gift bags. brand new sunglasses, a watch, new cologne, a mirror since he loves admiring himself, and things of the sort. each gift was met with some sarcastic remark, but there was always a gentle touch here and an appreciative touch there.

then– 

“micha.” you tapped his shoulder, pointing at the relatively tiny bag sitting on the carpet near his feet. “you missed that one.”

his brow arched. he picked it up and placed it on your lap since your legs were swung over his. “didn’t see it. it’s so tiny.” he inspected it for a second before slipping his hand inside. he side-eyed you, chuckling. “why does such a tiny bag have so much wrapping anyway?”

you hummed, pressing a kiss to his neck before nestling your head back against his shoulder. “mm. dunno. maybe this one’s important.”

he pulled something out. and froze. 

you could almost hear his heart thumping in his chest as he slowly flipped the pregnancy test over in his hand. and there it was. two vertical pink lines.

positive.

an awkward silence stretched between you two. you let out a soft huff, gazing at him lovingly as you watched his reaction.

he didn’t say a single word for what felt like eternity. then, he turned to look at you. “are you serious?” his voice lacked his usual teasing.

“yes.”

“are you actually serious?” he repeated.

you laughed. “i’m positive. literally.”

“holy fuck.”

kaiser inhaled sharply, exhaling through his nose as he put a hand on his forehead and slumped back against the couch. he tugged you with him until you were sprawled against his chest. still, he didn’t speak. 

again, there was silence as you pulled a warm blanket over both of you and snuggled closer. you sighed blissfully against him, until something wet landed on your cheek. 

you blinked.

tilting your head, you tried to get a better look at him. but your eyes just widened.

“micha? … baby? … michael?” your voice softened, “my love, are you crying?”

you had never seen him like this before. the usual cocky arrogance completely gone, his jaw clenched as if he was trying to compose himself. then, without a word, he cupped the back of your neck and pulled you back into him to cover his face. his arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips pressed firmly against the top of your head in a long kiss.

“tch, stupid. of course not.” he murmured against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent. “our kid’s gonna have your smile. i already know it. and i’m screwed because that’s going to kill me everytime.”

and as he felt your arms tighten around his waist, he’d already decided he was going to be a better father for his child than his dad ever was for him.

𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈

“sei, come onnn!” you whined, tugging insistently at your husband’s arm in an attempt to pry him away from his gaming chair. it proved to be ineffective as his eyes remained glued to the sniper game on his screen.

but the second you tugged just a tiny bit harsher, you threw off his aim, causing him to get shot by the enemy. 

“ah, shit,” he muttered as the ‘game over’ screen flashed before him, his broad shoulders sagging slightly. you felt bad, but only for a split second, so you quickly shook those feelings away— you had something important to reveal after all.

seishiro took off his headset with a dramatic huff, then swiveled his gaming chair to face you. his massive arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close until his face was buried against your stomach. “what is it, pretty?” he sighed into your shirt.

you grinned. “i need to show you something real quick.”

you didn’t give him a chance to protest, practically dragging his lazy frame out of the chair and toward the kitchen, with him following sluggishly behind you.

when you finally stopped, he glanced around, confused. “there’s nothing new…?”

you laughed and pointed at the oven. “open it.”

his brow arched with slight suspicion, but he did as you asked, crouching down and pulling the oven door open. he reached and grabbed the singular item sitting alone on the rack—

“a bun?” he questioned, his white brows knitting together as he stood back up. he seemed almost disappointed and you could only guess he assumed you had prepared him some lavish meal. but hey, you had already figured he’d be a bit slow and would need some extra help.

you bit back a giggle and leaned against the kitchen counter, a smile gracing your lips. “think about it, baby.” you encouraged, “could you tell me what you just found?”

it was almost cute how he was eyeing the bread roll that seemed almost miniscule between his fingers. “i found a bun… in the oven.” he repeated slowly. you watched as his droopy, half-lidded eyes went wide in what you thought was realization, until his lips parted again. 

“did we run out of food?”

you smacked your forehead. “are you dense?” you placed your hands on your hips and let out a semi-annoyed sigh. “it’s an expression people say when—”

you were suddenly cut off when he bent down, grabbed the hem of your shirt, and lifted it just enough to place a tender kiss on your bare stomach. “i know,” he murmured against the soft skin, and you could feel his lips curling into a slight smile. 

your breath hitched, warmth rushing to your cheeks as he straightened himself up and tangled his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

“sei…” you whispered, raking your fingers through his snowy-white hair, still a bit caught off guard. perhaps he wasn’t as dense as he seemed. then, you shivered when his cold palm slid under your shirt and rested against your stomach. he quietly chuckled at your reaction, leaning down until his lips grazed your ear.

“i was actually suffering terribly from baby fever, so i’m glad i didn’t pull out.”

your mind short-circuited as you gawked up at him with widened eyes, but he only gently patted your head with a lazy smile. 

geez. what had gotten into him?!

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

reo had just pulled into the driveway of his mansion after treating you to an extravagant dinner at a five-star restaurant, your first date with him in quite a while. he patted your thigh affectionately as he turned off his rolls royce, but to his surprise, you simply unbuckled your seatbelt and stayed seated, your hands moving to dig through your purse.

his eyes flicked to you and his lips curved into his signature smile. he figured you were just waiting for him to open the car door for you, the usual princess treatment he was all too familiar with. “right. being away in england for so long made me forget how much my wife loves getting spoiled.”

but before he could make a move to exit the car, your fingers gripped onto his suit, pulling him gently back to his seat. he looked slightly startled, and glanced back at your giddy face with a raised brow. his gaze dropped to the small, silver card in your hand.

“what’s this, baby?” he asked, turning his body towards you.

“a custom-made scratch-off card,” you replied, handing it over to him. “just scratch it.”

your heart was pounding against your ribcage as you watched him flipping the card over, examining it, before fishing out a coin from the cup holder.

“if that’s what you want, princess,” he teased, “though if it’s a lottery ticket, you should know i’m not exactly lacking in that department.” 

reo hummed as he started scraping at the surface. you bit your lip excitedly as the first bit of silvery dust flaked off, the image underneath beginning to reveal itself. his movements slowed, and his amethyst eyes widened as the layer was completely removed.

the sonogram appeared. 

reo’s fingers tightened around the card, a breathless laugh escaping him as he shook his head in disbelief. a grin stretched across his lips, looking at you in awe.

you were unable to hold in your breath any longer. you let out a laugh, tilting your head to look at him from a better angle. “well, reo?”

“i’m going to be a father?”

“what does the sonogram say?”

he chuckled lightly, running a hand through his purple hair as he let the card fall into his lap. “how long have you known?”

“since you left for england,” you said as you shifted happily in your seat.

he reached over, cupping your nape as he pulled you into a slow kiss. relief washed over you so quickly it made your head spin.

he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours as his hand trailed down to your stomach. “i wonder if it’ll be a girl or boy,” he murmured.

“could be both, actually.” you cut in, and he looked at you strangely.

“what do you mean?”

you grinned, gently brushing his jaw as you leaned back against your seat. “check the sonogram again.”

reo raised a brow, his curiosity piqued as he took the card back into his hand to inspect it. before long, his eyes widened comically as he saw a second fetus in the ultrasound.

“are you serious? we’re having twins?”

you laughed softly as you laced your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “that’s riiight. prepare to spoil me tenfold, reo. you’re going to be feeding three people in one body now.”

his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist as he pressed his lips against yours once again in a sweet kiss, still dazed by the realization that he’s going to be a father to not one, but two children. “... there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“good,” you whispered, smiling as you kissed the tip of his nose before leaning back into your seat. “start by opening the car door for your pregnant wife.”

“yeah, yeah. anything for my spoiled princess.” he replied with an excited grin, finally exiting the royce. needless to say, you were not going to lift a single finger during this pregnancy.

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈

“b-baby, slow down!” isagi gasped as you shoved him towards the bedroom, kicking the door open and dragging him inside.

“on the bed, yoichi!” you ordered him with a grin on your face, watching with satisfaction as he reluctantly sat down on the edge of the mattress. he sighed with fondness, watching as you clumsily rummaged through the closet, before finally pulling out a blue shirt.

you walked over, placing the shirt face down on the bed to keep the words hidden. then, with no warning, you pushed his thighs apart, placing yourself between his legs as you reached for the hem of his shirt.

isagi raised an eyebrow, already amused. there’s nothing that should surprise him anymore with you, but somehow you prove him wrong every single time.

“are you trying to seduce me?” he smiled, lifting his arms with no resistance, allowing you to pull his shirt over his head.

you playfully smacked his chest. “trying? i already did, yo. you made it too easy.”

he rolled his eyes as his cheeks tinted a light pink. “whatever… you’re too cute.”

“close your eyes. no peeking while i’m putting this on you,” you said, grabbing the shirt off the bed. isagi’s eyes closed obediently, and he felt the fabric tighten around his torso as you slipped the shirt over his head.

“woww, you didn’t even get my size right,” he joked, opening his eyes but not looking down.

you whistled softly, letting your hand wander over your husband’s chest. “i know your size, but you just look hotter with a tight shirt.”

your fingers encircled isagi’s wrist as you dragged him across the room, excitedly positioning him in front of the tall mirror in the corner. “okay! read the shirt!”

he blinked, confused at first, then turned his gaze to the mirror, squinting his eyes as if that would help him decipher the reversed letters.

“be… nice to me… I’m going… to be a… fa…ther…?” 

he froze, the last word catching in his throat. his blue eyes snapped to you, wide and stunned. “i’m gonna be a father?? you’re pregnant? actually?”

you smiled and buried yourself in his arms, your fingers mindlessly tracing the letters on his shirt. “i’ve taken three tests. all positive.”

before you could say anything else, he hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you into the air, his forearm supporting your ass and his other hand on your waist.

“god, i love you so much,” he laughed breathlessly, “give me a kiss.”

still laughing, you cupped his face and gave him a sweet peck on his lips.

“another one,”

you leaned in, pecking his lips a second time.

“that’s not enough,”

“you lovesick idiot,” you sighed, smiling helplessly. you leaned in again, but this time, he met you halfway. his hand on the back of your head, holding you in place as he kissed you deeply. the gasp you let out was quickly swallowed by his lips.

he set you down as if he had not just stolen your breath away, patting your head affectionately.

“thank you, my love.”

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐈

it should have been a normal day. barou should have followed his usual routine– wake up before sunrise, gel his hair, take a shower, and leave for his daily hardcore strength training.

but today was different. at exactly 5:12 a.m, barou opened his eyes with a low grunt and propped himself up with one elbow. instinctively, he leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead like he always did, only to stop once he was met with your wide eyes staring directly at him.

he scowled. “the hell are you lookin’ at me like that for?” 

he tried to blink his morning irritation away, then dragged a hand down his face before reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “why are you awake?” his low voice was even more hoarse from sleep.

you groaned softly before scooting closer and snuggling against his bare, muscular chest. he let out a soft grunt, though his arm automatically wrapped around your waist.

“shoei… i’m hungry,” you mumbled into his skin.

“tch,” he clicked his tongue, pulling back slightly to look at you. “what, you want pudding? eggs? i’ll make something. i was getting up anyway.”

he rolled over and switched on the bedside lamp with a sigh, squinting to see you better.

but you shook your head and leaned forward, resting your chin on his shoulder with that sweet look he hated to admit always worked on him. “no… i really want pickle-flavoured ice cream. or a lotus biscuit with mayo on top…”

barou made a face. blinking at you judgmentally once, twice, and a third time before he placed a big palm on your abdomen and gently pushed you back onto the mattress.

“you’ve lost your mind,” he shrugged, tugging the blanket over you. he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “go to sleep. you’re talkin’ nonsense.”

but you whined, tugging at his sturdy arm. sparkly eyes looking up at him. “i’m serious, shoei… i really, really want them…”

barou narrowed his eyes. “why would you want to eat that garbage?”

“please?” you batted your lashes, “for your beautiful wife?”

he sighed, standing up begrudgingly as he scratched the back of his neck. “god, you’re annoying…”

your eyes lit up, and before he could turn away, you got up and wrapped your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. “thank you!”

barou rolled his eyes and grabbed your cheeks between his fingers, squeezing them gently. “you’re a weird woman. suddenly craving crap combinations.”

you buried your face in his chest, nodding with a sheepish laugh.

he snorted, “what are you, pregnant or somethin’?”

as soon as he said what was intended to be a joke, you both froze. right… questionable cravings were a symptom of pregnancy.

“aha… y-you think?” you asked, laughing awkwardly. your eyes widen suddenly. “shit, my period is a few days late…”

his large hand silently found yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. “stay here. i’ll deal with the food,” he muttered. “and you’re takin’ a damn test after.”

you blinked. “what about practice?”

he didn’t look at you as he walked to the door.

“skipping. you always come first.”

—

“oi,” you heard barou’s voice from the other side of the bathroom door. followed by a light knock. “you okay? you’ve been in there for thirteen minutes.”

you opened the door slowly. he was standing there with his arms crossed, shirtless, with a towel around his neck. he looked at you with his usual stoic face. “well?”

you held out the positive pregnancy test with a meek smile playing on your lips. barou glanced at the stick, staring at the pink lines.

“...huh. guess this thing’s my fault.”

you let out a soft laugh, sniffling slightly. he pulled you in until your forehead bumped against his bare chest. his grip was gentle despite how rough his hands were. “we’re having a kid,” he muttered into your hair.

you smiled up at him, twinkly eyes, and his hand shot up to wipe away at the tears you didn’t know were falling. “don’t cry. i’ve dealt with two younger sisters.”

“i can take care of you.”

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you shouldn’t have come to watch your boyfriend play.

you also probably shouldn’t have chatted with his popular opponent yoichi isagi before the match, or put your hand on his arm as you laughed along with him. and you definitely shouldn’t have tried to cheer rin up after his team narrowly lost to isagi’s 3-2.

you should not have done all that.

and now, you’re getting punished for it.

what a sight you are, to rin at least. teary, half-lidded eyes and mussed-up hair, shorts around your ankles, lacy underwear pulled to the side in a hurry - and the pxg jersey you wear. the metal locker door rattling with every thrust, your body shaking with pleasure as you try to balance on one leg.

you feel dirty. fucking in the pxg locker room where anyone could catch you - rin’s team manager, shidou, and god forbid it be charles, who’s only seventeen and, being charles, probably doesn’t even know what sex is. 

but you feel too good, in this moment, to care about that.

rin looks down at where the two of you are connected, where his cock disappears into you, and hikes your leg up higher to hit that sweet spot inside of you amidst your cries of too much, can’t take it anymore. 

he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. for a moment he feels bad for you, wants to spoil you how he usually does. lay you down on a comfortable surface, part your thighs gently and fuck you slow and deep, swallowing up your moans with his all-consuming kisses. but no, he tells himself, steeling his resolve, this is what you deserve.

he slows suddenly, tearing you away from the promise of a delicious climax, you squirm, whining, trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock, but he hold your hips down against cool metal, nipping at your clavicle as he moves his hips at a snail’s pace.

“learnt your lesson?” he murmurs breathily, lips brushing your ear. “who do you belong to, hm, baby?”

“you!” you cry out desperately, voice hoarse. “o-only you, rin -”

“whose name are you wearing on your back?”

“yours!” you wail, clawing at his bare, muscled shoulders, and you scream as he bottoms out in you once again, immediately setting a punishing pace.

he’s panting now, chasing his high as desperately as you are. “wanna cum all over this cock, let them hear what a slut you are for me?”

and your frantic nods and mindlessly repeated mhms must be a good enough indication for your boyfriend, as he brings one of his hands down to furiously rub at your swollen clit, nearly making your knees buckle.

“cum for me,” he groans, and you do, throwing your head back against the locker door as you squirt all over him, soaking the hem of his number 9 jersey - both his and the one you wear. you coo at the feeling of warmth spilling into you, and lean into his kiss. it’s tender as ever now, now that he’s let all that anger out.

but then there’s a loud banging at the door, and a voice that is unmistakably shidou’s -

“hey, rin-rin, that was pretty hot, but can you fuck your ‘baby’ someplace else in the future?”

you groan.

a/n: i wrote this in one sitting i think i have problems (this is the FIRST request im so excited to get to my moots' requests)

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