𝜗𝜚 just saw Jake’s new youtube video where he bought Tara a car and wanted to write this 🫶🏾
You never expected a day like today. Walking out of your apartment, you see Yoichi Isagi standing beside a sleek, shiny car that looks like it belongs in a magazine. His trademark smile stretches across his face, but today it seems a bit wider, a bit more excited.
"Surprise!" he exclaims, motioning toward the car. "It's for you."
Your eyes widen, and you can't help but gasp. "Yoichi, you didn't... This is too much!"
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "You've always been there for me, Y/N. I wanted to do something special for you. Consider it a thank you for all your support and friendship."
The car gleams under the sun, its luxurious curves and pristine finish making it impossible to look away. You take a step closer, running your fingers along the smooth surface. It's a top-of-the-line model, something you never imagined owning.
"Yoichi, I don't know what to say. This is incredible."
He steps closer, his expression turning sincere. "You deserve it. You've always believed in me, even when I doubted myself. You pushed me to be better, to never give up. This is my way of showing how much you mean to me."
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you look at him. "Thank you, Yoichi. This means the world to me."
He hands you the keys, the weight of them feeling surreal in your palm. "Come on, let's take it for a spin. I want to see that smile when you're driving it."
You nod, unable to contain your excitement. Sliding into the driver's seat, the interior is as impressive as the exterior. Yoichi hops into the passenger seat, and you start the engine. The powerful purr fills the air, sending a thrill through you.
“If you don’t like the interior i’ll pay for you to get a different color”
“What’s not to like?” You replied, still not over the fact that your best friend just bought you a car
As you drive through the city streets, the wind in your hair and Yoichi by your side, you can't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. Your best friend went above and beyond to make you feel special, and you know that no matter what, you'll always have each other's backs.
You think back to when you first met Yoichi. It was years ago when he was just starting to play soccer seriously. You were there at his first match, cheering him on from the sidelines. Your friendship blossomed quickly; you became his confidant, his biggest supporter. Every victory, every defeat, you were there, encouraging him, believing in him when he struggled to believe in himself.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" you ask, glancing at him with a smile.
He nods, a nostalgic look in his eyes. "Of course. You were the only one who believed I could make it to the top. You were always there, every step of the way."
You laugh softly. "And you proved everyone wrong. Look at you now, Yoichi. You're incredible."
His gaze softens as he looks at you. "I couldn't have done it without you, Y/N. You've always been my rock."
There's a moment of silence, the air between you charged with unspoken feelings. You've always had a special bond with Yoichi, something deeper than friendship, but neither of you has ever crossed that line. Yet, the way he looks at you now, with such intensity, makes your heart race.
"Yoichi..." you start, but he interrupts gently.
"Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to tell you," he says, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "You've always been more than just a friend to me. You've been my inspiration, my support, my everything."
Your breath catches as he reaches out, taking your hand in his. "Yoichi, I..."
He squeezes your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. "I don't want to lose what we have, but I can't keep pretending I don't feel this way. I care about you, Y/N. More than just a friend."
You feel your heart swell with emotion, tears threatening to spill. "I care about you too, Yoichi. So much."
He leans in closer, his face inches from yours. "Then let's see where this goes. Together."
As you sit there, in the luxury car he bought for you, you realize that this moment is just the beginning of a new chapter in your relationship. With Yoichi by your side, anything is possible. You lean in, closing the distance between you, and for the first time, you kiss, sealing a promise of something beautiful and new.
"Thank you, Yoichi," you whisper against his lips. "For everything."
He smiles, his eyes shining with happiness. "Anytime, Y/N. Here's to us, and to the journey ahead."
I MEAN HE BOUGHT HER A WHOLE GWAGON WITH PINK SEATS NEED OMG
𝜗𝜚 Cw. Isagi x reader, fluff, slight suggestiveness?
The crowd's roar is deafening as you make your way through the bustling stadium. Your heart races in anticipation, knowing that you’re about to see Yoichi Isagi again after months apart. The U-20 match has drawn fans from all over, and the atmosphere is electric with excitement. You clutch your bag, weaving through the throngs of people until you find your seat, next to his parents
As you settle in, you can barely contain your excitement. You remember the last time you saw Yoichi, how he held you close and promised to give it his all, not just for his dreams but for you as well. While he was in line to hand in his things and get his playsuit, he sent you a quick text letting you know that he wouldn't be able to talk to you for a while and he had no idea when he'd get his phone back.
Quickly, you responded with an "okay, good luck i love you <3"
The players take the field, and your eyes immediately seek him out. There he is, Yoichi Isagi, looking more determined and focused than ever. His intense gaze, the way he carries himself, exudes a newfound confidence that makes your heart swell with pride. You can tell he’s grown, not just as a player but as a person, and it makes you love him even more.
There was a lady sitting behind you, apparently she was the mother of a player named Meguru, someone who seemed to be really close with, and Isagi's mother had already got her number and was planning to grab lunch the next week.
The last few minutes were hectic. The U-20 team had brought out a new player who scored twice within minutes of the second half and now the game was coming to a close.
He shoots. The ball sails through the air, past the outstretched hands of the goalkeeper, and into the back of the net. The stadium explodes with noise, and you scream with joy, tears of pride and happiness streaming down your face. He did it. He really did it.
90 + 1. Isagi had scored the final goal, and watching him you saw a different player. Was this Blue Lock's strategy?
After the match a bunch of interviewers were asking him a ton of questions and you just stood behind them, watching in awe. It's not like you thought he couldn't do it, you were just so proud.
Soon after, the interviewers left to go talk to some other people, probably the one guy playing for the U-20 team, but Isagi's eyes finally found yours and he ran over to you.
"You did so well, my love," you said as you kissed him, cupping his face.
"All for you," he kissed you back feverishly, "I've missed you so much, fuck,"
"Hey Yoichi! Ego wants to talk to us, c'mon!" Someone waved him over.
"The second i'm free, I'm all yours," he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck one last time before he went with his teammates.
'm gonna make like a lil fic that takes place during the two weeks they got off later
When the two of you found out you were having a daughter you were beyond excited even if Sae didn't show it.
Sae was an excellent provider, allowing you to stay home and grow your child while he took care of all of the logistics. You even noticed how he'd come home earlier to be there for you through all your moods.
And right now you were sitting on the couch with your laptop on your belly and a bowl of strawberries topped with whipped cream next to you while you shopped for items to put in the nursery.
Sae had just gotten out the shower and moved to sit behind me, pulling me in his lap.
You saw him eye the bowl with a hint of dissapointment but you trained him early in your pregnancy to not comment on your dietary choices, something that was very difficult for the professional athlete.
He rubbed your belly as he looked at the laptop screen, "find anything you like?"
"I like this changing table, but it's $350," you said, showing him a white and gold ornate changing table which was handmade with real wood and iron. "But there's another one from Walmart that's only $50." I switched the tab.
"Money's no issue, we aren't getting something cheap for our daughter." Sae fed you one of the God-forsaken strawberries and reached over to add it to the cart.
"Put some stuff in the cart for yourself too, you know I love to see you treat yourself." And when you hesitated he reached around you and added some things on your wishlist to the cart and bought it.
"Sae, you know I don't need all this."
"What's the point of me working if my wife can't treat herself?"
Sae Itoshi, a wonderful husband and you knew he'd be an even better father.
[𝝑𝑒] :: true form!sukuna finds out his favorite pregnant concubine is injured :: tags. fluff, angst, reader gets called ‘woman’ :: ac. @/greybookman on x
you want that damn scroll.
one of the old texts on yokai lore sukuna left half-unrolled on a high shelf days ago. boredom and the restless energy of pregnancy drives you to it. standing on the tips of your toes, with one hand braced against the lacquered cabinet, you stretch up.
your belly, round and full at nearly eight months, shifts heavily. the baby kicks hard as if protesting.
“just... a little more—“
the wood creaks. your foot slips on the woven tatami mat and then the world tilts.
you hit the floor with a sharp cry, pain lancing through your side and wrist. the scroll clatters beside you. for a moment you lie there, breathlessly. your hand instinctively cradles your belly. the baby moves again. it’s still strong and alive.
relief floods you, but it’s followed quickly by fear.
because your hear them. those heavy footsteps echo down the corridor. too fast and way too purposeful.
the sliding doors slam open with enough force to rattle the entirre frame. sukuna stands there, all four beefy arms tense, crimson eyes blazing with immediate and lethal irritation. the mouth on his abdomen twists into a snarl before the one on his face even opens.
he takes one look at you on the floor, at the displaced cabinet, the way you clutch your wrist and the temperature in the room seems to drop.
“what,” he growls, “is the meaning of this, woman?”
you try to push yourself up. trying to make yourself seem presentable, “it’s nothing, my lord. i only—“
“do not.”
two of his arms move before you can finish. one massive hand catches your shoulder while the other slides beneath your knees. he lifts you as if you weigh nothing before carrying you to the thick futon piled with silks. the third hand hovers over your belly, not quite touching, while the fourth grips your injured wrist with surprising gentleness. though his expression promises murder.
you wince as he probes the swelling. a bruise is seemingly already blooming.
sukuna’s eyes narrow at the bruise on your wrist. something inside him twists, “you fell.”
“well, i reached for a scroll,” you admit quietly as you hold your head down in shame, “didn’t think—“
“yeah. you obviously didn’t think,” his voice is deceptively calm now. the kind of calm that precedes slaughter.
he sets your wrist down and rises to his full imposing height. the black tattoos shift across his skin as his muscles flex, “tsk. y’re crawling about like some reckless servant chasing trinkets, and look where that got ya.”
the air grows thick with that ominous cursed energy you’ve grown used to. outside in the gardens, you hear a distant scream. you swallow thickly. that was an unfortunate soul who was probably been lingering too close at the wrong moment.
sukuna doesn’t even glance toward the sound. his focus remains locked on you.
he kneels again, red eyes boring into yours. one hand cups your chin to tilt your face up, “do you have any idea what i would do to this entire fuckin’ country if you lost that child?”
your heart stutters.
you know he isn’t exaggerating. sukuna’s affection is a double edged blade. it’s obsessive, violent and all-consuming. you have seen villages erased for lesser offenses than inconveniencing his property.
“y-yes, but i’m alright,” you whisper, “the baby kicked just now. it’s still strong and kicking."
as if to prove it, another solid thump presses against your belly. sukuna’s big hand moves immediately, his warm palm spreading over the curve.
for a long moment there’s silence. then he exhales through his nose, a sound closer to a growl.
“you will not leave this chamber without my presence until the birth.” it isn’t a suggestion. “servants will bring you everything. if you desire a scroll, they will fetch it. if you desire the moon itself, they will bleed trying.”
you reach up with your good hand to brush fingers along one of his wrists. you tilt your head as you look up at him, “you’re angry.”
“furious.”
the word drips with venom. yet he lowers himself beside you on the futon, two arms pulling you carefully against his chest while the other two adjust pillows behind your back. the contrast is dizzying. his body radiates power and heat, capable of tearing mountains, but he handles you like a fragile thing.
“i should chain you to this bed,” sukuna mutters, lips brushing your temple, “perhaps then you’d stop testin’ me.”
a small smile tugs at your lips despite the dull ache in your wrist. “you’d miss my stubbornness too much,” you chuckle softly.
the king of curses huffs. the mouth on his stomach licks its lips, tasting the air—probably the lingering trace of your blood from a scraped elbow.
you lean into him and lett the solid bulk of his true form surround you. four arms are useful for this, at least. one idly strokes your hair, another rests over your belly, the third keeps your injured wrist elevated and the fourth simply holds you close.
minutes pass in comfortable silence. his cursed energy fluctuates wildly. you can feel the rage still simmering, but it’s more contained. you can feel it coiling around the room like invisible smoke, ready to lash out at the first person who enters.
a hesitant knock sounds at the door.
“enter,” sukuna barks.
a trembling servant girl slides the door open, carrying a tray of bandages and herbal salve. her eyes widen at the sight of sukuna holding you so intimately. she nearly drops everything.
“give it here,” he snaps while extending one arm without releasing you. the girl approaches on her knees, head bowed low, and places the tray within reach before scrambling back.
sukuna tends to your wrist himself.
his touch is precise, almost clinical, wrapping the linen with surprising care. every so often his gaze flicks to your face to check for discomfort. the fury hasn’t left his eyes, but it has shifted. it’s now directed outward. toward the world that has dared let you fall.
when he finishes, sukuna pulls you closer again. “if this swells worse by morning, i’ll flay the physician who attends you. slowly.”
you chuckle softly as exhaustion creeps in. too much happened in a small amount of time for your heavily pregnant self, “‘kay, noted.”
he stays like that long after your breathing evens out. sukuna rarely sleeps much, but tonight he remains vigilant and his hand never leaves your belly.
. . .
by the next morning, word has spread through the estate like wildfire. no one is to allow you out of the inner chambers without the king of curses’ permission.
extra guards patrol the halls. when a maid brings breakfast, she keeps her eyes on the floor and moves with exaggerated slowness, terrified of triggering his wrath.
you watch sukuna from the futon as he paces, big arms crossed in various combinations. he has already executed one overzealous attendant who suggested you might have ‘overexerted’ yourself earlier in the week. the body has been removed before you woke.
“ryo.. come here,” you call softly, trying carefully to calm that rage by using that nickname you made up for him. instead of the usual politeness.
sukuna pauses. then, with a reluctant grunt, he returns to your side. you take one of his large hands and place it back on your belly.
"feel it. he’s fine. we’re fine.”
sukuna’s expression remains stormy, but the tension in his shoulders eases fractionally, “if anythin’ changes...”
“‘you’ll destroy the world’. . . i know.”
a rare, sharp-toothed smirk tugs at his lips, “good. you’re learning.”
Kaiser wasn't necessarily hiding you away, he just wasn't advertising the fact that the two of you were dating.
As egosistic as he was, there was a small part of him that felt like if his teammates knew about you, you'd leave him for one of them and that was a reality he refused to live in.
You guys had been dating for around two years now and aside from the one off media sightings he had successfully hidden you from everyone... except Alexis who was the one that set the two of you up.
After a practice, Kaiser had just gotten out of the shower, his towel wrapped loosely around his waist revealing a blue ink tattoo of your initials inside of a rose near his groin.
"New ink?" Alexis asked, slapping Kaiser on the shoulder.
Of course he was the one to expose your relationship to the team, he was also the only person besides the two of you who knew why he wanted to keep it a secret.
That's when Isagi turned around to look, "What do those letters stand for?"
"They're Y/N's right? That's so cool man." Alexis asked, was he being dense on purpose or was he just trying to rile him up.
"Who's Y/N?" Another player asked.
And while part of him wanted to slam the door to his locker and walk away he sighed, you'd been with him for two years. If you were going to leave him it wouldn't be over this.
"Mein Liebling..."
"Seriously? Someone actually likes you?" Isagi laughed, but stopped when he saw Kaiser running after him with a metal water bottle in hand.
✩ Gym Bag H. Chigiri
The boys were bored waiting for Ego to have the team meeting with them so they decided to play a game where they went around and said what was in their bags.
For the most part, it was normal things like hair ties, extra socks and shoes or the occasional good luck charm given to them by someone special.
And Chigiri's was the same, except for the frilly pink makeup bag with your initials that he pulled out.
"Yo?" Eita raised an eyebrow, "and you say you aren't feminine."
Chigiri rolled his eyes and threw a towel at him, "It's not mine, It's my girlfriend's."
"Girlfriend you say?" Karasu walked over and threw an arm over his shoulder, "pics or it didn't happen." The rest of the people in the gym nodded in agreement.
Reluctantly he opened his camera roll and showed them all pictures of you, to flex and to prove that you were real. And as annoyed as he pretended to be, he loved seeing them drool over the girl none of them could have but him.
✩ House S. Barou
Barou didn't really like having people over at his apartment. While he was friends and rivals with some of his teammates he also knew their cleanliness patterns and his place was immaculate. He didn't want those goons in his sanctuary of cleanliness.
They were on the way to a restaurant when a bird pooped on Isagi's shoulder, "what the hell? Sorry guys, I think I'm gonna have to sit this one out." He groaned trying not to gag.
Though he didn't want to, he also didn't want to miss out on updates from his biggest rival.
"My complex is up the street, you can borrow one of my shirts."'
"Are you gonna show us where you keep your maid outfits?" Nagi asked in his monotoned voice as he followed the group, eyes glued to his phone.
"I'm gonna push your donkey ass into some train tracks."
✩
Once they made it inside Barou glared at the group, "Shoes off and don't mess up anything... I'll be right back."
The apartment was decorated pleasantly nice. They expected it to be white walls and furniture with a hospital vibe, but instead it was very warm.
"Hey Isagi, take a look at this," Nagi said, picking your pink mug with bunny ears, "I think we were right about Barou secretly working at a maid cafe."
Isagi laughed and looked at the shoe rack near the door, "sure, but how can we explain these shoes?" He asked, picking up a pair of sandals.
"These are way too small for Barou ."
"Probably because they're not mine." Barou groaned, "They're my wife's."
"Wife?!"
"How come you've never mentioned her before?" Isagi asked, looking all over the living room for more traces of you.
Barou handed him the shirt and sighed, "I have, the two of you are just so self absorbed you never noticed?"
"Really?" Nagi asked.
✩ Reposts R. Shidou
"Soooo Shidou, are you in fantasy land again? Why are all your reposts about a relationship?" Sendou asked, showing his phone screen which was on Shidou'sTikTok page.
"The only thing I'm dreaming about is being in her pussy," Shidou laughed, dreaming about the last time the two of you were together.
"So you actually have a girlfriend?" Aiku raised a brow, "like she's not just a hookup?"
The thought of you being reduced to something as small and irrelevant as a hookup sent a feeling of rage through the striker's body.
It didn't bother him at all what they said or thought about him, but he didn't play when it came to you. So he grabbed a stray ball and chucked it at Aiku who caught it with an amused expression.
"I see it's someone serious then?" He tossed the ball to the floor then opened the app to see the reposts himself.
Sae, who'd be silently watching the whole thing sighed, "she's definitely real, this demon texts me about her constantly."
Shidou showed one of his creepy smiles, "And yet you don't respond to any of them..."
Sendou scrolled more and then he came across one that was about a one year anniversary and his face dropped into an unreadable expression.
"You mean this dunce has held down a relationship for a year and I can't even get a girlfriend? What's the catch? She's like ugly or something right?"
Shidou laughed and showed him a picture of you that he found to be the most beautiful.
"Aw hell."
I'm feeling so inspired... I've been writing so much recently I hope y'all enjoy
Its a slow, sunny afternoon where nothing is really happening.
tojis sprawled back in a worn lawn chair, one arm hooked behind his head, the other wrapped around his daughter where shes passed out against him. shes all soft weight and warm skin, chubby little legs draped over his stomach, her tiny hand curled into his shirt.
his cap sits low over her face, shading her from the sun, he keeps nudging the brim down every so often like even the light shouldnt touch her.
"…look at you," he mutters under his breath, eyes dragging over her round cheeks, the way her lips part slightly in her sleep. his hand rests heavy on her belly, thumb brushing slow without thinking.
the back door creaks open.
you step out, spotting them instantly, and your whole face softens at the sight. shes completely knocked out on him, tucked right into his chest like she belongs there.
"...aww." you coo softly, walking over.
he glances up at you but doesnt move, just shifts his arm a little so she stays settled. you lean down, fingers lifting the brim of his cap just enough to see her face.
"hi baby.." you whisper, smiling.
you press a gentle kiss to her little nose. she stirs, scrunching her face for a second before settling again, lips wobbling back into sleep. toji huffs softly through his nose, watching the whole thing like its the best thing hes seen all day.
"knocked out." he mutters, voice low.
his hand slides back over her tummy, thumb brushing once more.
"been like that a while."
he tilts his head back against the chair, eyes flicking between you and her, something softer settling into his expression. his arm tightens just a little around her, protective without thinking.
Hi hi! First of all, love your nayeon pfp! I saw your bllk post for requests being opened and I just couldn't stop myself (I'm obsessing over it)
If this is too specific or long, please feel free to not do this request, I'd totally understand! I just get super excited when requesting for a new fandom.
Could I request a Sae (hes the favourite but if not him Vivien or micheal or rin)
With an S/O who got like super surrounded and trapped by the paparazzi after they reveal that s/o and them are dating, and the s/o freaks out with so many camera flashes and so many reporters. They help her out and the moment she's out of the crowd, she has a fainting spell and then they take her home and it's just pure fluff of them taking care of her when they wake up
Have a great day☆☆
Media Frenzy
꩜ Pairing -> Sae Itoshi
꩜ Note -> first request on 2026 #hyped tyty & I hope this is what you asked for I lose the plot sometimes when I'm writing
Also it's just Sae bc confession time and larp alert, last time I was caught up in BLLK manga was oct of 2024 so.... IDK who vivien is, last new character's name i heard was that bunny dude LMAO
Sae was a pretty private person and did a pretty good job with keeping his personal life outside of the public eye.
And up until he met you, he really had nothing to share or hide from the media, his parents were hardworking people and his brother was in the same field and equally as private.
That was until he started dating you.
He wasn't someone who posted online that often, when he did it was contractual promotional things or the occasional workout story post to flex his gains on Rin no one.
But the two of you had just hit your one year and enough fans had been speculating that he was dating someone. Something that made his teammates even more interested in the quiet mid-fielder.
Sae posted to his story "365" with a picture of you holding a designer bag with multiple other ones surrounding. As a hard launch to shut up rumors and as a slight appreciation for you.
Although he didn't tag you, It wasn't that hard for people to find you, Though Sae only followed his management team, soccer pages and his team, the internet sleuths wasted no time in stalking all of his family member's accounts until they came across one of his cousins who not only followed Sae's personal Instagram, but an account named "y/n.love"
When you woke up, you were greeted with 99+ notifications of people requesting to follow you, random accounts tagging you on snark and ship pages along with your friends and family trying to see if you were okay, and Sae, lying in bed next to you saw everything.
You tried to hide the phone away from him, so he couldn't see all the hate you were reading but Sae was smarter than that.
He took the phone out of your hand, set it down next to him and pulled you into his chest, leaving a kiss to your forehead.
"Don't read those half-baked things they're saying about you." And you knew he was right, but it was hard to ignore such obvious and abundant interactions. He was a pro-athlete so it didn't bother him, plus he genuinely didn't care about what other people thought.
"Yeah," you agreed, getting out of bed. "I'm gonna go to your match tonight," This stopped Sae in his tracks.
He wasn't one to play differently based on who was watching, and typically liked when you were there and he didn't want to admit it, but he was worried.
The paparazzi were ruthless and he wasn't sure you'd be able to handle it.
"...You sure?" Was all he asked, and when you glared at him he left the topic there, but the bad feeling lingered.
The entire match you could feel random people's eyes on you and you could feel yourself being recorded. But regardless, you were able to get through his match without incident, it was after.
Normally, you went through a separate gate that all the other friends and family of players went through and there was no issue.
But this time, there were tons of paparazzi, reporters, and crazy fans who snuck back there.
The occasional reporter would be there sometimes but that was only after an important match or goal. While Sae always played well, this match was nothing special.
They weren't there for any of the players, they were just there to get information from Sae about you.
Buzz.
"Sae! Is your partner here?"
"Mr. Itoshi, can you tell us something about her?"
"Number 10, Sae Itoshi! Do you have anything to say about announcing your relationship?"
"Sae! Congrats on the anniversary!"
Sae had an extra note of annoyance on his face which turned to anger when he saw some badgering you with questions.
"You're Y/N right?"
"How'd you meet Sae?"
"Is he nice at home?"
"What's his pre-game ritual?"
"Are you only with him for the money?"
"How will you respond to the gold digger allegations?"
You knew your relationship was true, if it wasn't the two of you wouldn't have made it to one year after all, but you weren't used to this level of pressure.
Sae ran over there, knocked down a ring light that one of the people were using and pulled you into a side room that was used to hold extra equipment.
"Y/N? Are you alright? I'm sorry ab-"
But you didn't hear the rest, before you knew it you were on the floor.
꩜
You woke up in Sae's bed, feeling the expensive Egyptian threaded sheets all around you.
"Woah... What happened last night?" You asked, remembering passing out and the match but not the things that transpired in between.
"Stupid fuking reporters were surrounding you, don't worry. I'll make sure it never happens again." He said in a tone that you knew he was serious about.
He handed you some water, "drink it and stay here. I'm going to make you some breakfast."
After he left you checked your phone which was once again blowing up, you really needed to turn social media notifications off, but this time for a different reason.
#ApologizetoItoshi was trending on Twitter and at the head of it was a tweet Sae posted that said, "Harass my girlfriend again and I'll never step foot in Japan again."
With the amount of work and money the JFU put into getting Sae to play there, they quickly released a statement saying that everyone known to have been involved will be banned from all future matches and the same for anyone going forward.
Plus, the football bros were attacking every single news network in Japan because they would be dammed if their beloved Sae went back to Spain.
Your nonchalant Sae... Shows his love in a different, but amazing way.
ending kinda lost the plot lmaooo, but look at me 3 posts in 3 days #inspired
captain yami is definitely the type of man to have a girlfriend younger than him, but he can’t help but be a little private about the relationship. from the beginning he was a little skeptical about the age-gap unto you pulled him into something that he never wanted to get out of.
yami was nearly double your age, and not even one of your friends could understand your strange attraction towards him. but there was something about that scent of sweat and cologne, the black stubble that grew on his chin, and those pet names that he’d always refer to you by that drew you in.
but yami?
he was well aware of your odd obsession with him but he would tell you how you were too young for him. Avoiding the fact that he couldn’t get enough of your attention until he finally allowed himself to become wrapped around your finger.
it’s not that he wasn’t ashamed, but hell when you’re captain of what’s labeled the worst squad out there he cant help but want to avoid adding another controversy onto his plate. and the ridicule he’d hear from the other captains would be ridiculous, but if they ever found out he’d take every last second of it just to be with you.
but secretive definitely doesn’t mean he won’t be affectionate. his favorite form of affection being teasing you. especially about how you fell in love with a man who is as “old” as him as he likes to put it. But when he’s not teasing, he’s definitely placing kisses all over your body while praising you. telling you about how much he needed you in his life.
as private as he tries to keep the relationship, he can’t help but let everyone know how good he fucks you. his flushed tip kissing your cervix every time he’s inside of you whispering sweet nothings into your ear as your body jolts with each stroke.
and he can’t stand it when you try to suppress your moans because you know just how loud your being. so he just becomes even rougher, kissing your sweet spot to the point where you can’t even force yourself to be quiet.
he was obsessed with how pretty you looked wrapped around his cock all drunk and needy for more attention even when your whimpering how it’s too much.
and when the two of you are in public together, he can’t help but to wrap his arm around your waist or to grip your thighs a little tight when he notices another man staring at you. because it pisses him to the even think about the thoughts they could be having about you.
but the day everyone found out about your relationship, he can’t help but to shrug it off telling everyone how much of an idiot they were to not have noticed it sooner.
an: we need to see more to captain yami like frl
& Yami is aged up to 40 btw, this is not a pedophilic relationship.
to say black clover is my favorite anime, I don't write for it as much as I should... (mainly bc last chapter ruined my life) BUT if any of you like it send in ideas bc WE ARE SO BACK
For the most part, Isagi was pretty chill when he wasn't playing soccer, so it didn't take long for him to tell his teammates about his girlfriend.
"Yeah like we're supposed to believe that." Barou scoffed when Isagi told them about the date he had planned for the two of you after practice.
"What? I can afford to take my girlfriend out to dinner." Isagi countered with an annoyed expression on his face.
"No not that..." Chigiri mumbled, "You having a girlfriend."
Looking around the room, now Isagi was confused. He saw himself as the most normal one out of the group.
✩ Lockscreen S. Nagi
If Nagi had to be described in one word, it'd be a screenager.
It was at a team meeting and Nagi's phone was on the charger, that's when his screen lit up with a notification.
"Uh Nagi? Who's this?" Hiori asked, looking at the woman on his wallpaper. Turning over he simply said, "my girlfriend."
"Oh Y/N? She's really pretty..." Reo added, smiling at the picture.
"Hey," He yawned, "only I can say that." But he didn't really care. It was true, you were pretty and he was more shocked no one knew about you beforehand.
✩ Hickeys R. Itoshi
Rin barely talked to his teammates. If it wasn't about soccer or their skills he didn't give a damn.
When they were trying on their away kits for the upcoming match he was reminded as to why he ignored them so often.
"Ooh Rin~ Looks like you have a monster of your own hmm?" Bachira chuckled. And before Rin could roll his eyes and ask what the tepid loser was on about, he got a good look at himself in the mirror.
Damn your little thigh kink.
"I'd prefer it if you didn't call her a monster." Rin scoffed, before putting on the shorts with haste.
"You mean you found someone to date you..?" Isagi laughed, "poor girl."
"You saw what my thighs looked like, imagine hers." He muttered, leaving the locker room and leaving the boys inside of it surprised as hell.
There was nothing his girl was lacking.
✩ Engagement ring S. itoshi
Like his brother, Sae didn't interact much with his teammates unless it was deemed necessary. It wasn't in a malicious way, he just felt like they had nothing to offer so he felt there was no need in talking to them.
Usually after practice Sae showered, changed, grabbed his bag and headed home.
And he did the same thing happened today, except there was one thing different.
This time he took a second to slip on a gold Cartier band onto his finger before grabbing his bag to leave.
"Sae Itoshi." Aiku walked over to him with an amused look on his face, "You're engaged?"
That caught the attention of everyone else changing in the room.
"Yeah." Was all he said as he turned on his heel to leave.
"Wait," He grabbed his shoulder, "we didn't even know you were seeing anyone."
"Why would you, It's not like it's any of your business." And with that he left, leaving the other U-20 players to think.
How in the world did Sae find someone to put up with his attitude?
part 2
i lowk forget i write for fandoms other than gachiakuta so here's your sign to SEND IN REQUESTS.
you'll never see it cumming ft. multiple blue lock men
・❥・what "unexpected" kinks do the blue lock men keep to themselves?
ft. sae, rin, kaiser, nagi, reo, isagi
itoshi sae
it's fair play to assume sae is a stone-cold dom who fucks like he plays, precise and efficient and completely without feeling. and whilst that's mostly true nobody sees the validation. the praise kink coming, specifically the way it's directed outward. he doesn't need to hear that he's good. he needs to hear that you are. he wants to watch you come apart while he tells you exactly how well you're taking him, and it's the closest thing to tenderness he lets himself have.
"good girl. just like that. you're doing so well." it comes out low and even, like he's narrating something clinical instead of fucking you senseless, but the words land differently coming from sae. he doesn't say anything he doesn't mean. when he calls you his good girl with his cock buried to the hilt and his thumb pressed flat against your clit, it hits like a reward you've been starving for without knowing it.
sae completely unravels if you run your fingers through his hair during sex. not pulling, not rough. just slow, gentle threading through those pink strands while he's stuffed between your thighs. the first time you did it without thinking, he went still for a full three seconds. then he pressed his face into your neck, hips stuttering and he ended up fucking you harder than he ever had before, without a single word of explanation.
he will never bring it up (god forbid his ego). if you mention it afterward he'll give you the most withering look in existence and leave the room. but the next time you're in bed together, his head will drift toward your hand automatically, like an orbit he can't help.
itoshi rin
rin's whole sex drive is built around eye contact. he cannot get off properly if you're looking away from him. it's not romantic, it's territorial. he wants to watch the exact moment your expression breaks, wants to see you go from composed to absolutely wrecked, wants that evidence pinned to him specifically. he will grip your jaw and tilt your face back toward his if you turn away.
"look at me." not a suggestion. never a suggestion with rin.
rin also has an obsession with your hands. the way they grip the sheets. the way they press against his chest when he's too deep. the way they shake when he's got you too close to the edge to think straight. he watches your hands like they're telling him everything you won't say out loud, and he'll pin them above your head not just to dominate you (that too though), but because he wants them where he can see them. he wants to know what your body is doing to cope with him.
if you scratch down his back he will make a feral sound. low and sharp and involuntary. it surprises him more than it surprises you, and he will absolutely punish you for it by slowing down to an agonising pace until you're begging and crying and promising things you're not sure you can actually deliver.
size fixation goes both ways with rin. he wants to feel how much bigger he is than you, wants to wrap his whole hand around your wrist and feel the overlap, wants to crowd you into a wall and notice how you have to tilt your head back just to see his face. but he also wants you to feel it. wants to hear you say it's too much. wants you gasping you're too big, rin, it's too much, i can't, because something feral in him responds to that confirmation.
"s'too much?" he'll ask, voice calm, jaw tight, hips not stopping. "you'll take it."
michael kaiser
this guy presents as the most obvious dom in any room he enters and that's exactly what he wants you to think. he is loud, he is dramatic, he loves performing power, and it's not a lie, he is dominant, but what you don't clock until you're actually in bed with him is the service kink buried underneath all of it.
he wants to wreck you so thoroughly that you are completely non-functional. that's the goal. your pleasure isn't a vehicle for his ego, it's the actual destination. he will spend 45 minutes between your thighs with his fingers and his mouth, cataloguing exactly what makes you sob, and he will look like he's winning a championship the entire time. chin wet. completely satisfied with himself in a way that has nothing to do with his own orgasm.
"you're close, aren't you, schatz. look at you. so desperate for it." smug as hell. when you finally cum he looks at you like he just scored a hat trick.
kaiser cannot handle silence. he needs noise, specifically your noise. moans, whimpers, broken little syllables of his name, even just the sound of you breathing too hard. if you go quiet while he's fucking you he will take it personally and do something about it immediately, angle differently, press his thumb somewhere devastating, lean down and talk filth directly into your ear just to pull a reaction out of you. silence feels like losing. he refuses to lose.
despite all the ego there's definitely an underlying praise kink. if you call him perfect at the right moment, if you look up at him with glossy eyes and say you feel so good, michael, you're perfect, something in his chest does something embarrassing and his thrusts go from controlled to desperate in about four seconds.
he will immediately do something to reset the power balance. but both of you definitely aint forgetting that.
seishiro nagi
nagi basically functions like a sleeper agent. you'll assume he's lazy in bed because he's lazy everywhere else. ironically bed is one of the few things in life that has managed to hold his genuine attention, and the calculation changes completely.
nagi has a breeding kink. not the performed, dirty-talk version. the quiet, unsettling, completely sincere version where he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and presses himself inside you slow and deep and tells you in that flat, half-asleep voice that you should stay just like this. something about the way he says it makes it clear he's not joking.
he doesn't dirty talk much but when he does it comes out calm and matter-of-fact in a way that is somehow ten times more devastating than if he'd shouted it. "you feel so good. want to stay inside you." said with the same energy as commenting on the weather.
he also has an oral fixation that extends to you specifically. he will put your fingers in his mouth, press his lips to your shoulder, the curve of your neck, the inside of your wrist. not aggressively, not biting hard, just, he likes having something in his mouth, and apparently that's you now. he'll suck lazy marks into your skin while you're trying to have a normal conversation and seem completely unbothered by your reaction.
during sex nagi goes slow and deep rather than fast. he grinds. slowly. absolutely maddening. and he watches your face with those heavy-lidded eyes like he has nowhere else to be and nowhere he'd rather look, and the combination of his total unhurried attention and how full you feel is enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
he will not stop until you've cum at least twice. not out of performance, not out of ego. purely because he finds your orgasms interesting and wants to keep watching them happen.
reo mikage
reo reads as soft and romantic and perfectly gentle, and he is genuinely all of those things, but underneath all the silk and decorum there is something that has been held tightly for too long, and the moment he's in private with someone he trusts, it needs to come loose.
reo responds to being edged like nothing else. if you bring him close and pull back, close and pull back, his composure cracks layer by layer in a way that is almost uncomfortable to witness. by the third time he's crying without meaning to, hands fisted in the sheets, his whole carefully constructed version of himself just gone.
"please." reo begging. reo, who has never needed anything in his material life, saying please with his face wet and his cock flushed and his whole body shaking. it does something irreversible to you.
reo loves scent. not in a strange way, in a completely obsessive territorial way. he wants to smell like you and he wants you to smell like him. he'll pull you against his chest after sex and press his face into your hair and just breathe, and if you're wearing a piece of his clothing he will short-circuit quietly in a way he is absolutely not equipped to put into words.
the caretaking runs both ways. he wants to take care of you, feed you, run your bath, wrap you in something warm. but he also crumbles if you take care of him. if you hold his face in your hands and tell him he's done enough, something that has been held very tightly for a very long time just lets go.
yoichi isagi
isagi's whole energy is earnest and trying-hard and slightly overwhelmed by his own feelings, and that carries into the bedroom in the most endearing and then immediately not-endearing way. he will look at you like you're a puzzle he is devoted to solving, and then solve it very, very thoroughly.
as we all know he has a thigh fixation and nobody quite clocks how specific it gets in practice. he will push your thighs together around his cock before he's even inside you and grind against the pressure with his eyes rolled back, one hand splayed across your hip to keep the angle, and the sounds he makes during this are the most embarrassing thing about him. entirely involuntary. no composure whatsoever.
if you're wearing shorts or a skirt he will lose track of what he was saying mid-sentence. he will put his hand on your thigh during completely non-sexual situations and have to excuse himself from the conversation.
isagi responds to being watched, not in a performative exhibitionist way, but specifically he wants you to watch his face. he wants to know you're paying attention to what he looks like when he lets go. he doesn't understand why this matters to him so much but if you cup his face in your hands while he's fucking you and just look at him, his thrusts go sloppy and his voice goes soft and he sounds genuinely wrecked in a way he never planned for.
"is it… does it feel…" he'll ask, halfway through, needing the verbal confirmation that this is good, that you're here, that he's doing well. that you see him.
and then there's the competitive edge, which ironically isnt that surprising. if he thinks you're not fully undone yet he will take it as a personal challenge. eyes sharp, jaw set, the same expression he gets when he's losing a match and decides he's going to fix it. he will not stop. whatever you need to get there, he is committed.
an: first multi character post ts was so hard but also kinda fun idk man. uhh yeah thats all i got. PLEASE FLOOD MY INBOX </3
⭑.ᐟ⋆ Enjin wants to take you on a date so he gives his team a secret mission to watch Rumi
"Alright guys, listen up." Enjin said, to his team who was lounging around outside.
Rudo was rummaging through some trash he brought from the last excursion into a no man's land, Riyo was braiding her hair and yapping to Rudo about random stuff and Zanka was pretending to not be interested but he'd give his two snarky cents every now and then.
"Woah, don't you look fancy," Riyo smiled, noting Enjin's suit and tie. A stark contrast from the T-shirt and Sweatpants he normally wore.
"Yeah yeah," he smirked, "I'm taking Y/N out for dinner so I'm entrusting you guys with a super serious secret mission."
This got all of their attention.
Were they going on a sketchy part of town and wanted some extra lookouts?
Was Enjin soft launching a quick mission before the date?
"What do you need us to do?" Zanka asked, suddenly interested.
"I'm so glad you asked," Enjin replied stepping back into the building and returning with his daughter who was holding a stuffed turtle. "Watching my beloved Mimi!"
Rumi had clearly just woken up from a nap, she was clinging to Enjin tightly and her face was scrunching up like she was quickly going to cry.
"Aww! Mimi don't cry," Riyo cooed, taking her from Enjin, "I can braid your hair like mine, do you wanna see?" And Rumi cuddled into her and wanted to be held and have her hair done.
"Be good baby, we'll be right back," and deeping his voice he turned away, "This is the most important mission you lot have ever been on... Take care of her."
Imagining that Enjin was personally talking to him, Zanka stood up and nodded, nothing would happen to precious Rumi under his watch.
This was the first time the three of them had been alone in watching Rumi for a substantial period of time. Typically, someone like Gris, Delmon or Bro would also be there just to keep an extra eye and make no mistake, they were still at the hideout.
But, not only did Enjin want to ensure his squad was capable of watching his daughter, he wanted to make sure they knew that he trusted them with one of the most important people in his life.
⭑.ᐟ⋆
At first, everything was going well, Rumi had woken up completely and was talking about nothing and playing with her turtle while the other three kept a watchful eye on her.
"What're you doing woo-do?" She asked, looking over his shoulder in awe.
"I'm trying to make some things."
"Oh, like new toys to play with?"
"Uh.... yes?"
"Yay!" She jumped, "I love toys, like my turwdle."
She ran over to Zanka and raised her arms in a way that said "pick me up!"
He instantly picked her up and smiled like he understood her toddler rambling.
Everything was peaceful and lighthearted until the second the sun started dipping behind the buildings, painting the junkyard in rusty gold, Rumi’s mood shifted like someone flipped a switch.
“Noooo…” she whined softly, clutching her turtle to her chest. “Don’t wanna go inside.”
Not loud ones at first. Just those heartbreaking little hiccupy sobs toddlers do when they’re trying very hard to be brave and failing spectacularly.
Zanka looked horrified. Actually horrified. Like someone had just handed him a live explosive.
“Why is she crying?!”
“She’s two!” Riyo hissed back. “That’s what they do!”
Rudo awkwardly crouched in front of her. “The dark’s not bad though.”
“It’s scary…” Rumi sniffled.
The three of them collectively folded. Immediately. Completely.
“Nah, who said it’s scary?” Zanka said quickly, bouncing her gently. “Nothing’s getting you while we’re here.”
“Yeah,” Riyo nodded, rubbing her back. “Plus the hideout’s cozy at night! We can make it all warm and sleepy.”
Rumi buried her face into Zanka’s shoulder, still sniffling.
And somehow, against every law of nature, the three Cleaners who regularly fought monsters and survived no man’s lands ended up spending the next twenty minutes conducting the gentlest bedtime operation imaginable.
Riyo found one of Rumi’s tiny pajama sets and nearly cried trying to button it correctly.
“Why are toddler clothes engineered like puzzles?!”
Rudo heated up milk but stared at the mug like he was diffusing a bomb, terrified he’d make it too hot. (It ended up being cold because he could barely use a microwave and Tamsy had to help him)
Zanka carried Rumi around her room so she'd feel comfortable and fall asleep.
“It’s okay,” he muttered quietly when she whimpered again. “Your dad’ll be back soon.”
By the time Rumi was curled up in bed, clutching her stuffed turtle beneath her chin, all three of them looked exhausted.
Riyo sat beside her, softly playing with the little curls near her forehead. “Sleepy baby…”
“M’not sleepy,” Rumi mumbled with eyes already half closed.
“Sure.”
Rudo sat on the floor nearby while Zanka stood guard beside the door like some overprotective knight assigned to a very tiny princess.
Then Rumi quietly asked, “Daddy still loves Mimi?”
The room went silent for half a second.
Zanka answered first, immediately. “More than anything.”
Riyo smiled softly. “he talks about you constantly.”
“Literally all the time,” Rudo added. “It’s kind of insane.”
That finally got a tiny sleepy giggle out of her.
“Momma too?”
“All the time,” Zanka said. “You’re basically their favorite person.”
Satisfied with that answer, Rumi gave one final sleepy nod before drifting off.
The three of them stayed frozen for a solid thirty seconds afterward.
“…Did we do it?” Rudo whispered.
“I think we did,” Riyo whispered back.
Right as they started celebrating quietly, the front door creaked open downstairs.
Enjin’s voice echoed through the hideout. “We’re back!”
The trio practically tripped over themselves rushing out to meet them.
You immediately noticed the panicked exhaustion written all over their faces. “You three look less tired after fighting trash beasts."
Enjin snorted. “What happened?”
Riyo pointed accusingly at him. “Your child cried.”
“…That’s it?”
“IT WAS TRAUMATIZING.”
Before Enjin could laugh harder, a tiny sleepy voice echoed from upstairs.
“Daddyyy…”
The second he heard her, Enjin’s whole expression softened. He headed upstairs immediately with you right behind him.
When they peeked into the room, Rumi was sitting up sleepily rubbing her eyes.
“There’s my Mimi,” Enjin murmured, scooping her up carefully.
Rumi instantly melted against his chest. “You came back…”
“Told you I would.” He kissed the top of her head before glancing over at the others lingering in the doorway. “They take good care of you?”
Rumi nodded seriously. “Zanka fought the dark.”
The room exploded into laughter while Zanka looked unbearably proud of himself that little Enjin bragged about him to the real one.
Enjin was very perceptive, especially when it came to you so when you showed the first signs of being ill he was on top of it.
"Look, I talked to the boss about not sending you on any missions while I'm away," he stroked your hair as you laid in bed with your back to him "I still think you should go and see Alice."
"It's not a big deal, I'll be fine." You turned to look at him, "now go, they're all waiting on you... and be safe, okay?"
Enjin felt a strange, inexplicable tug in his chest. A protective instinct that had been humming under his skin ever since you first started showing symptoms of being sick. He just wanted to pull you closer, to wrap his arms around you and drag you to the doctor to find out what was wrong himself. But instead he settled for a lopsided smirk.
"I always am," he pressed a kiss to lips, "My choker'll be on. If anything happens call me."
You nodded, knowing you would not call him while he was on a mission.
۶ৎ
A few hours later you woke up feeling feverish, hungry and nauseous at the same time.
It was hell.
Semiu only needed to take one look at you to know what was wrong, what she didn't know was if you knew.
"Do you want me to take you to the doctor? I can have Eishia come down here to do a quick look."
"Semiu... I'm pregnant."
"I know, justttt wanted to hear you say it," she smirked, taking a spot next to you on the couch you had flopped onto.
She figured that you were just feeling bad based on pregnancy symptoms and that you were missing Enjin.
Semiu was looking at you in a way that you couldn't place, it was either pity or understanding... maybe it was hormones but it was pissing you off.
"If you're just gonna sit here and laugh at me, you can go." You mumbled, grabbing a blanket from the couch even though you were burning up.
Her eyes widened in shock then softened in understanding, "sorry Y/N, let me help you." she went to the kitchen and grabbed some ginger-ale and strawberries.
"Does Enjin know?"
"No... And I made Alice promise she wouldn't tell him." You knew it was silly, after all the kids he cared for there was no way he'd be upset but there was simply too much going on. Raiders were constantly after Rudo and Enjin was spending a lot of time with him, you just didn't want to add more to his plate.
She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it quickly, likely realizing that you just needed some support.
"How far along are you?"
"Six weeks, I found out two weeks ago." You weren't sure how good it was, but your symptoms didn't really start until a few days ago so it was fairly easy to hide, even though you knew Enjin knew something was up.
She nodded and checked your forehead which was still burning up, "okay Y/n, though your temperature is worrying me..."
"it's fine, plus I feel super cold so that must mean something right?"
"Yes dearie, it means you're sick..." Semiu knew you wouldn't agree to seeing a doctor so she thought of something else. "Why don't I help you get all comfortable in bed hm?" You were too tired to argue so you walked with her to your room and quickly drifted off to sleep
The next morning you woke up feeling very comfortable but the remnants of the fever were lingering.
Turning over, you were surprised to see a tattooed chest and arms holding you.
"You're back?" you asked, voice weak.
"Of course, I should've never left with you being sick." He mumbled, "I'm not taking no for an answer. You're seeing a doctor."
You realized now was the time. You had to tell him.
"Look," you sat up, grabbing his hands and bringing them to your stomach, "I'm pregnant."
Enjin didn't say anything for a moment then smiled and pressed a kiss to your nose then stomach, "I know, baby."
"You knew?"
"Well yeah, you've been throwing up, you whine anytime I touch your tits with how sensitive they've gotten and your mood is different." He explained nonchalantly, rubbing your stomach.
"Oh..." you started tearing up, you didn't want him to know, but you also wanted him to be surprised.
"Hey..." He whispered, pulling you into his chest holding you tightly, "I'm sorry you felt like you had to hide it, and I'm here. I won't go on any more dangerous missions for the foreseeable future, okay?"
"Okay..." you mumbled, wiping your tears.
"Now, how long do you think we can hide this from Zanka, Riyo and Rudo?"
yeah no im not very proud of this but it's something!!!
Also update on the finals... All i have to say is I couldn't do math in highschool, i cant in college either <3
Dinner at the Cleaners’ HQ usually happened in waves.
People drifting in late from jobs, grabbing whatever was left on the table, collapsing onto the couch. The long table in the common room was scarred with knife marks and heat stains, mismatched plates stacked everywhere, somebody’s coat tossed over the back of a chair.
Tonight was a good night.
Akuta was all together, the kids were eating and coloring, some of the guys were playing cards, it was great.
Rudo was bargaining for more candy while Riyou watched and laughed; You were reaching for the water pitcher when Zanka noticed something on your finger.
He stopped mid-conversation which was already garnering attention as he wasn't very expressive in the first place.
“…Hold on.”
Every head turned.
Your hand froze around the pitcher handle, you felt like you had been caught doing something bad... why?
Riyou blinked once. Twice. Then her eyes widened so hard it looked painful.
“No way," she chirped walking over to you and grabbing your hand.
You immediately tried pulling your hand back toward yourself, but it was too late.
Rudo sat up straighter. “wow, is that,”
Nobody finished the sentence.
They just stared.
Beside you, Enjin kept eating like absolutely nothing had happened, a slight smirk appearing on his lips
Which somehow made it worse.
“You got engaged?” Riyou finally said, sounding genuinely stunned and inspecting your ring like a jeweler.
The room went quiet after that.
You looked down at the table, suddenly feeling weirdly shy under all the attention. “We were gonna tell everyone eventually.”
“When?” Zanka asked. “Next year?” There was more attitude in his tone than usual, he was likely upset that Enjin didn't tell him personally.
Enjin shrugged lightly. “Didn’t think it mattered that much.”
That's when you turned to face him with a sour look, "what?"
“It absolutely matters that much,” Riyou said immediately.
"Wait, of course it does! That's not what I meant baby..."
Rudo was still staring at the ring. “How long?”
“A few days,” you admitted.
“A FEW DAYS?”
Riyou leaned across the table for a closer look, squinting at the band around your finger.
It wasn’t huge or flashy but it was shiny, your favorite metal and contained a real diamond, something that was expensive and hard to come by on the ground.
Enjin had found the diamond and customized the band himself.
"Well... It looks just like all of your other rings, how were we supposed to know?" Rudo blurted out and the whole room turned into mumbles of agreements.
“…Huh,” Riyou murmured. “It actually fits you.” She was now peaking at his ring.
“You sound surprised.”
“I am surprised. Enjin barely knows how to talk to women.”
“I know how to talk to my woman,” Enjin said flatly.
A quiet laugh escaped you, and Enjin glanced sideways at you immediately.
The look lasted maybe a second.
Still enough to make warmth creep into your face.
Zanka noticed. Of course he did.
“Oh, this is bad,” he said, grinning into his drink. “You two are at the staring stage.”
“We live together,” you muttered.
“Exactly. Tragic.”
Enjin clicked his tongue. “You’re annoying., you know you love us together,”
But his hand found yours beneath the table anyway.
His thumb brushed once over the ring like he still wasn’t used to feeling it there, but you could tell he loved it.
Rudo leaned back in his chair, watching the two of you with a tired sort of amusement. “So how’d he do it?”
Your shoulders lifted a little. “Nothing fancy.”
Riyou looked horrified. “You’re telling me Enjin proposed normally?”
“…What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I thought you’d throw the ring at her head and say ‘take it or leave it.’”
“That wasn’t the plan.”
“The fact there was a plan scares me.”
You laughed again, quieter this time, remembering it.
The rooftop above headquarters. Late enough that the city below had gone mostly silent. Enjin standing there with his hands shoved into his pockets longer than usual, oddly tense.
You remembered realizing something was wrong because he kept restarting the same sentence.
You remembered him finally pulling the ring out with the most irritated expression imaginable, like being nervous had personally offended him.
And then, quieter than expected:
“Just marry me already.”
The memory alone made your chest feel warm.
“You’re smiling,” Riyou accused immediately.
Your face heated. “Shut up.”
“Oh, it’s over for us,” Zanka sighed dramatically. “They’re in love-love.”
Enjin finally looked up from his plate. “You say that like it’s shocking.”
The room went still for half a beat.
Because he said it so easily.
Something soft crossed Rudo’s expression before he hid it behind his cup.
'his parents were getting married'
Then he squeezed your hand once under the table without looking at you, calm as anything, while the rest of the room slowly dissolved back into conversation around you.
i have finals next week... it will be my final week.
note. dk how to feel abt this lol…. art by naomiiocha
after having your baby, your body changed drastically. especially in your breasts. they were all swell and full of milk now. causing stained clothes and discomfort.
satoru became more attentive then he’s ever been. always making sure that you and the baby are okay. but one day, when you and satoru were together, milk started to leak through the front of your dress…
and that awakened something deep inside of him.
he didn’t know what came over him. whenever he’d catch you breastfeeding your son, this weird feeling of jealousy would twist in his stomach. it didn’t help how the little guy looked just like him either!
one day, when you were out and asked him to feed the baby, he opened the fridge and stared at it like he struck gold. all of the baby bottles filled with the milk that you pumped out, practically winking at him to have a taste… just one little sip.
so he did. after feeding and burping him, he reached for another bottle absentmindedly. the moment he took a sip of the liquid, his eyes widened.
the flavor was immaculate, he never tasted anything like this before. it was so creamy and sweet—but not sickly sweet. it was pretty mild. honestly, it might’ve been one of the best things he’d ever had.
it might even be better than the kikufuku mochi he was always obsessed with.
before he knew it, the bottle was empty. he dragged his tongue over his lips, catching the last bit with no shame whatsoever. not only did it taste good, but it came from from your body? his wife’s bodily fluids?! it aroused him so much…
after that, bottles started disappearing. you noticed it pretty quickly. each time you checked the fridge, there was less and less. the baby was pissed too! making everything more weird. eventually, you asked satoru if he had any idea what’s been happening to them, and all he did was shrug. “i don’t know, baby. maybe we’re overfeeding him?”
one night, after the baby had finally fallen asleep, you stayed up. complaining about how your breasts were too full and achy. they needed to be drained.
to satoru, this was the perfect opportunity. he offered to help you drain some of it out. and of course, as his wife, you were more than welcome to have your husband take care of you.
but what you didn’t know was that you were making his peculiar fantasies finally come to life…
“mm—toru..! don’t suck too hard. that hurts..” you muttered. currently, your beloved husband was too busy. his soft lips cupped around one of your nipples while his hands fondled both your breasts.
“sorry, baby. can’t help it,” he said, voice muffled. “tastes sooo good. like honey nut cheerios… and almond,” he was in absolute bliss and his dick wasn’t even inside you. tasting it from the bottle was one thing, but sucking it straight out of your fat tits? now that was a whole new experience.
his white lashes fluttered, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. the stimulation made more milk to spew out into his mouth. he moaned lowly when the liquid hit his tongue.
you mewled softly as he continued to massage your sore breasts, milk seeping between his fingers. your hand rested on your his head, scratching his scalp gently. he kept squeezing you, forcing more and more milk to spray out. he lapped it all up like a little kitten, some of it even dripping down his chin.
“fuck, toru. you’re so disgustinggg…” you moaned, looking at him with half-lidded eyes.
he laughed breathlessly. “only for you,” he cooed. he began to tease your nipples by pinching them and giving them light flicks with his tongue. he rubbed the leaked milk around your areola with his fingers before licking it off with a long stripe. the relief was euphoric. you bit your lip, and your pussy that was already soaked gushed more slick.
he put both nipples in his drooling mouth and squeezed your breasts roughly together, encouraging more of the rich sweetness out of you for him to greedily drink down. “mmph.. so fucking sweet… my sweet girl,” he groaned.
“o-ohhh..! s-satoruuu,” you whined underneath him. shuddering as you felt his dick rub up and down your clothed folds. basically dry humping you.
“shhh… m’ right here. just let daddy take care of you, kay? m’ almost done,” he murmured against your skin. a whimper fell out of your trembling lips. he continued his ministrations until he worked all the firmness from your tits, leaving them soft and doughy as they should be.
when he was done, he let go of your nipples with a small pop! “feels better, hm?” he asked, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking the sticky liquid off.
“mhmm, yes… t-thank you,” you said shyly, still trembling. slick puddling in your panties from how good he treated you. he let out a low chuckle and leaned in, giving you a soft kiss. you could taste the nectarous liquid on his tongue when he slipped it past your lips.
“we should start doing this more often… oh, honey,” he started, looking at the ginormous damp spot between your thighs. there’s no way that he’s going to sleep without fucking you now. “guess i have something else to help you with.”
@chosayi 2026 ( ummm… would you say that you are… kinky?? )
ꨄ︎ synopsis: you and enjin are apart... and it's taking a toll on him
ꨄ︎ enjin x reader
The Cleaners’ hideout never really slept.
Even at night, the place breathed.
Pipes rattled somewhere in the walls. Old fluorescent lights flickered overhead with a low electric buzz. Down the hall, somebody argued over instant ramen flavors like it was a life-or-death negotiation. The scent of bleach, metal, cigarettes, and takeout permanently lived in the air, soaked into the concrete like the building itself had given up trying to smell normal years ago.
It wasn’t exactly the kind of place people imagined when they thought of “home.”
But you’d made it one anyway.
Which was precisely why the hideout felt so unbearable tonight.
Enjin sat sprawled across the couch in the common room, one arm draped over the backrest, posture loose enough to look careless. The television played some low-budget action movie nobody was actually watching, gunshots echoing faintly through the room.
He hadn’t absorbed a single second of it.
Five hours.
Five entire hours since you’d left to visit your sister after she gave birth.
And logically, he knew that was normal.
Hospitals took forever. Families took forever. Babies especially took forever.
Still.
His thumb tapped once against his phone screen.
No new notifications.
Across the room, Semiu looked up from her magazine, “You’re doing it again.”
Enjin barely glanced at her, “Doing what.”
“The thing where you pretend you’re chill while radiating enough stress that interrupts my reading time.”
“I’m fine.”
“Mhm.”
Semiu didn’t even look convinced enough to argue.
That irritated Enjin more than if he had argued.
The worst part was he couldn’t even explain the feeling properly.
Enjin wasn’t the type to pace or blow up your phone with twenty missed calls. He wasn’t clingy like that. Never had been. Half the time, people accused him of being emotionally detached because of how unaffected he looked.
But with you, his brain turned into a rotting carousel of increasingly terrible possibilities.
Maybe your phone died.
Maybe your car broke down.
Maybe some idiot rear-ended you on the interstate.
Maybe you fell asleep driving back.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.
The thoughts looped endlessly beneath his calm expression.
A Cleaner passed through the common room carrying laundry and paused halfway.
“…Why’s Enjin look like somebody shot his dog?”
“Y/N hasn’t texted him back in hours,” Semiu answered immediately.
“Snitch,” Enjin muttered.
The Cleaner snorted and kept walking. “Damn. Bro’s going through it.”
Enjin flipped him off without lifting his head.
Semiu looked delighted.
“You know,” she said lazily, “most boyfriends would just assume their girlfriend’s busy.”
Enjin’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I didn’t say she was my girlfriend.”
Semiu stared at him, then pulled her glasses down to add dramatic effect, then laughed so hard she nearly dropped the magazine.
“You literally sleep in the same bed.”
“So?”
“You cook together.”
“That means nothing.”
“She steals your hoodies.”
“She steals everybody’s hoodies.”
“She has a toothbrush in your bathroom.”
Enjin paused.
“…That doesn’t mean anything really.”
Semiu finally put the magazine down. “You are the most committed uncommitted man I’ve ever met.”
Enjin ignored her, unlocking his phone again.
Still nothing.
His jaw tightened subtly.
You usually answered him.
Even if it was just a sticker. Or a blurry picture. Or one of those weirdly specific updates you sent throughout the day.
‘Saw a dog wearing rain boots today.’
‘If i was a season what would i be?’
Tiny things.
Tiny, stupid things that Enjin had somehow gotten used to receiving.
And now the silence felt wrong.
The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly.
Rain began pattering against the small basement windows near the ceiling.
Great.
He hated rain.
Semiu watched him for another second before speaking again.
“You could call her.”
Enjin immediately shook his head. “No.”
“Why.”
“She’s with her family.”
“And?”
“She’s busy.”
Semiu blinked slowly.
Then a grin spread across her face, sharp and dangerous.
“You’re scared of annoying her.”
Enjin looked genuinely offended. “I’m not scared.”
“Enjin.” Semiu leaned back in her chair. “You checked the weather app four times.”
“…Road conditions matter.”
“You also googled average hospital discharge times.”
Silence.
“That was research.”
“That was psychosis.”
Enjin rubbed a hand over his face roughly.
God. He hated this feeling.
Not knowing where you were shouldn’t bother him this much.
But loving you had apparently rewired something fundamental inside him. Somewhere along the line, concern had rooted itself so deeply into his ribs that every moment without confirmation of your safety felt like slowly suffocating.
And the worst part?
He’d never tell you any of this directly.
Because vulnerability sat awkwardly on Enjin, like a shirt with the tags still attached.
He showed affection in quieter ways
Standing on the outside of sidewalks.
Fixing things before you noticed they were broken.
Remembering your coffee order.
Texting “home?” at 2 a.m. when you went out with friends.
Subtle things.
Things easy to dismiss unless you knew him well enough.
Unfortunately, Semiu knew him too well.
Another hour crawled by.
Then another.
The movie ended.
Someone changed the TV channel.
Rain intensified outside, water streaking down the tiny windows in crooked silver lines.
Enjin stood abruptly.
Semiu looked up instantly. “Where are you going.”
“To pick her up.”
“You don’t even know where she is right now.”
“I know the hospital.”
“You’re insane.”
Enjin grabbed his jacket from the couch arm anyway.
Because suddenly sitting still felt impossible.
The hideout pressed too tightly around him. Every minute stretched longer than the last. He could practically hear his own thoughts scraping against the inside of his skull.
Semiu sighed dramatically and stood too.
“You know what your problem is?”
“I didn’t ask.”
“You act emotionally constipated until it reaches critical mass, then suddenly you’re one unanswered text away from developing trench warfare flashbacks.”
“That sentence means nothing.”
“It means you’re down catastrophic.”
Enjin opened his mouth to respond.
Then froze.
Headlights flashed briefly through the basement windows.
A car door slammed outside.
Footsteps followed.
Fast ones.
His entire body went still so suddenly it almost looked predatory.
Semiu noticed immediately and grinned. “And peace returns to the kingdom.”
The hideout door opened a second later.
“Hello?? Why is it so dark in here?”
Your voice hit Enjin like a defibrillator to the chest.
Relief arrived so violently it almost pissed him off.
You stepped inside carrying your overnight bag, hair slightly damp from rain, exhaustion written all over your face. Hospital wristband still dangling loosely from your sleeve.
Completely fine.
Completely alive.
Enjin crossed the room before he fully registered moving.
“You took forever.”
The words came out flat, bordering on annoyed.
Classic Enjin.
You blinked at him. “Hi to you too?”
Semiu immediately started cackling in the background.
Enjin ignored her entirely.
His eyes scanned over you quickly, automatic and sharp.
No injuries.
No tears.
No distress.
Just tired.
You tilted your head slightly. “…Were you worried?”
“No.”
“Liar,” Semiu sang.
“Shut up.”
Your gaze drifted between the two of them slowly.
Then realization hit.
Your expression melted instantly.
“Aww.”
“Don’t.”
“You missed me.”
“I didn’t.”
“You look stressed.”
“I’m not.”
You laughed then, bright and exhausted and warm enough to make something unclench painfully inside his chest.
God.
He’d missed that sound.
“My phone died,” you explained, slipping your shoes off near the door. “And my sister needed help with literally everything. I thought I texted you before leaving.”
“You didn’t.”
“…Oops.”
Enjin exhaled slowly through his nose.
That tiny explanation shouldn’t have relieved him this much.
But it did.
You stepped closer, smiling sleepily up at him. “Did you really freak out?”
“I did not freak out.”
“You absolutely freaked out,” Semiu said.
Enjin considered homicide briefly.
You moved around him toward the couch, digging through your bag excitedly. “Wait, look. I have pictures.”
Enjin followed automatically.
You sat beside him, shoulders brushing as you unlocked your phone gallery.
Baby photos flooded the screen.
Tiny bundled blankets. Wrinkly little hands. Your sister crying. Your exhausted brother-in-law looking half-deceased in every image.
“She’s cute,” Enjin admitted quietly.
“She looks angry,” Semiu corrected.
“She does kinda look like she pays taxes,” you admitted.
Semiu pointed triumphantly. “THANK YOU.”
You dissolved into laughter again.
Enjin watched you instead of the phone.
The tired curve of your smile.
The way your eyes kept drooping mid-sentence.
The hospital bracelet sliding down your wrist.
Something achingly soft settled in his chest.
“You’re exhausted,” he muttered.
“A little.”
“You should sleep.”
“I still need a shower.”
“Tomorrow.”
“I smell like hospital.”
“You always smell weird.”
You gasped dramatically. “That’s so rude.”
“It’s true.”
“That’s his version of affection,” Semiu informed you solemnly.
Enjin threw a couch pillow directly at her face.
And she caught it effortlessly.
“Violence. Another love language.”
You were still smiling when you leaned sideways against Enjin’s shoulder, clearly too tired to care about pretending otherwise.
The contact hit him immediately.
His body relaxed before his brain could stop it.
Subtle enough most people wouldn’t notice.
You noticed anyway.
Your voice softened. “Sorry I worried you.”
Enjin looked down at you quietly.
The truth sat heavy behind his ribs.
He didn’t know how to explain that every terrible thing in the world suddenly felt possible when he couldn’t reach you. That loving you had turned his brain into a paranoid guard dog pacing circles in the dark.
Instead, he settled for something smaller.
“…I don’t like not knowing where you are.”
“I’m okay.”
“I know.”
And finally, finally, he actually believed it.
sorry this took so long I've been having the worst month of my life LMAO
(ik they don't have phones lets js act like they do <3)
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