you look rather good after we broke up, pretty woman
you still look good and it annoys me, pretty woman
ITOSHI SAE !
you received flowers at the small place you had gotten your part time job at. your coworkers described what the guy who gave you flowers looked like. red hair, green eyes, long under lashes, and undeniably itoshi sae.
you threw those flowers in the trash the first two days. but when you kept receiving more and more, you started donating them.
sae watched you one day. he saw you helping the elderly lady cross the road, then offering the small bouquet to her.
fucking unfair. you're supposed to be crying and being angry at him. instead, you're going ahead, looking beautiful, unlike his miserable self.
the very next day, you enter your workplace, expecting flowers again. but today, you see your coworkers giggling as...they read the letter that came along with the bouquet.
i don't do this kind of thing. i'm bad at it. and you know it. i'm bad at much more things than this. like understanding you. that day you pulled me to the flower shop and put a flower behind your ear. you looked like a doll. you are.
it was almost sweet, till you read—
maybe im giving you the wrong flowers. what kind do you like? meet me once and let me know.
── from shitty ex boyfriend to dollface
MICHAEL KAISER !
he hated that deep blue sundress of yours that had little rose designs, that felt like it was meant to be worn by you for him.
he hated it.
no he didn't.
he was head over heels for you.
days would be of him admiring you in it. nights would be of the dress on his bedroom floor.
god, he was gone.
usually, many would just throw away things that reminded them of their ex. but you loved the dress just as much as him. and perhaps, you haven't moved on. just like him.
he doesn't corner you. not really. you have all the free space to run away. and yet, you didn't. and he takes that advantage, leaning lower and closer to you.
"this is the third fucking time you're wearing it this month," yes, he's keeping tabs on you. yes, you're aware of it.
"you're insane, michael."
"and you're pretty, y/n," he just said that, sounding absolutely like a toxic possessive ex, "you know what's even more fucked up, y/n? that im trying to get over you and you keep getting...pretty. day by day. prettier and prettier and fucking prettiest."
lie. im trying to get over you. absolutely a lie. he's been after you shamelessly.
"michael—"
"you keep wearing this fucking blue dress i like."
"i can wear whatever i want!!"
"and im not stopping you. all im asking you..." he steps closer, "is to take me back, y/n. please."
a/n: sorry for not including rin and yoichi :( i'll post about them later on the same topic, dw.
Summery: A guardian angel has been always with Iruma since he was young, of course he didn't know that. Helping him out from time to time. When things got bad he always managed to get out unharmed. Little did he know that this specific entity was not even from the human realm and is a very different being than Iruma had ever thought.
Warning: might be mistakes, english isn't my first language, please enjoy!
It didn't take long for the angelic demon to return to a sleeping Iruma. All tucked into his bed. A proper bed for once and she could only smile at his relaxed face.
Patting his fluffy blue hair she hummed him a song, one she hummed to many demons before him. Never did she imagine that one day it would be a human of all things.
But you can never know what the future holds. Each time it can surprise one. Even her who has seen many things.
Morning soon came and Iruma was send off to school with a perfume that would hide his identity, and a lot of photos for Sullivan of his newly acquired grandson.
Seeing Babyls which holds many memories with her last demon king. The acedamy sat comfortably on the enormous mountain, it's spiky buildings giving one of familiarity to ⧼Y/n⧽.
"Such wonderful memories here." She floated next to Iruma happily twirling in the air then lowering down to his level. "I can't wait to make new ones with Iruchi!"
The auditorium was lound and busy like always. Many demons of all sizes and species gathering in one place. Again a wave of nostalgia hit ⧼Y/n⧽. "I should get used to that. Not gonna be the last time I remember the good times."
Looking around she soon realized how many of the students surrounding Iruma were somehow more aggressive than the rest. As the poor boy could only clutch onto his pants sweating from head to toe.
"Now now... " a small flick was returned to the two demons who were hungrily foaming at their mouth's. "Don't cause trouble for my little honor student." On cue both the demons head were anywhere but the boy.
Confused but grateful Iruma began to calm down, but now came the school song. ⧼Y/n⧽ could only shake her head while laying on her back. "This song is sooo outdated. And that's a lot coming from me, Sullivan should really spice things up once in a while!!"
She complained fist in the air while yawning. Then came Sullivan the principle on stage, the angel could practically hear her little humans thoughts.
Resting two hands onto his shoulder and releasing a relaxation gas only for him to at least not get a heart attack. Iruma soon calmed down even after the principal showed the picture they took this morning and displaying it for everyone to see.
"I'll be handing out copies latter." The always so joyful Sullivan said ending his speech. Which wasn't really one, just showing off his grandson.
Next was the school representative. Who was a pink haired demon which the invincible women noticed the strikingly familiar look. "Time sure does fly."
But of course it wouldn't be a normal day for Iruma since he was a magnet for misfortune. So instead of the pink haired one Iruma aka the honor student was to give a speech.
Shaking her head ⧼Y/n⧽ only sighed looking at a happy Sullivan who was holding a camera. "Why do you torture the kid. He's been you're grandson only for a day." She poked his bald head a few times. But made sure he couldn't actually feel it.
As Iruma trembled in front of the many students she looked at the piece of Invalope that was placed onto the stool. Following his grandpa's instruction he opened the letter to see a long word?
She clapped her hand together. "Oh how fun! I love this one it's so funny seeing everyones reactions!" She laughed like an old crazy lady, then reading the spell with Iruma. She in a sing-sing voice, while the boy without any emotion rather focusing to not mess up.
She had to hold back her laughter while the peoples jaws were on the floor. At the end everyone cheered screaming even for Iruma who was oblivious for a second before getting a prief explanation from a teacher. That what he just recited was a forbidden verbal spell.
Forbidden or not ⧼Y/n⧽ could not deny that she has used many in her lifetime. And let's say that is a long time to be alive. Even is she was a completely different creature.
"On the first day of school! I know I'm not gonna have a boring day with you." She laughed while floating besides the boy who was so lost in thought, he mindlessly followed another student who required his presence. Unknowingly steeping into a death match.
A shot of fire was sent his way and Iruma dodged effortlessly, or more like it was indented into his mind and was an automatic response for danger.
Introducing himself formally Alice Asmodeus begins his speech about being more worthy for a speech than an honor student. "I mean seriously it ain't that deep."
"I'll have you prove whether you really are stronger than me!" He declared fire in his eyes and hands. "Demon to demon!!"
"Well that second part is a lie." She laughed like a hyaena. She only learned that after being in the human realm for so long. Never knew her laugh resembled such a funny little creature.
Iruma dodged every blow that was sent his way. "That quirk you developed on your own is perfect for survival in the demon realm." Y/n cheered by the sidelines. With pon pons that appear out of nowhere.
While everyone was going crazy over the battle which only consisted of Asmodeuses fiery attacks that burned everything in its way. And irumas perfectly dodging and bending out of the way of certain death.
So no one noticed how a girl almost was hit with a fiery sword. Y/n smiled warmly as Iruma hugged the pink boy from behind and begin to bring him down to the ground with himself.
Only at the last second the speel activated by itself making the human bend his back and slam the demons head into the ground. In a German suplex style, on cue a heavenly light came opon the two. The clouds opening up just for this moment alone.
Y/n slammed her hand onto the floor next to them. "1! 2! 3! Hes not getting up!" Blowing a whistle she grabbed irumas hand as he only watched in dazed expression while everyone once again went crazy with excitement.
"Irumas the winner! But thats no surprise." Seeing his hand was up in the air Iruma quickly brought it back to his side and picked up the injured demon. While running to a nurse apologizing profusely.
"Still has a golden heart." She zapped to his side petting the unconscious boy on the head. "Never change iruma." Now ruffling the blue haired one.
She patted the two with a smile.
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"People work fast." She inspected the newly posted story that was already framed and printed out by non other than Sullivan himself. "But Sullivan works faster. Why is it already framed?!"
She scrambled her head ruffling up her hair. The guardian looked almost as distraught as little Iruma who was worrying for a complete different reason.
It didn't take long for Asmodeus to barge into the room with a menacing aura. And walking over to the human and bowing? On his knees and everything.
"It is demon custom for the defeated to serve the victor." He was glowing with pride looking up at the still in shocked boy, still not being able to process the whole day.
"Using a forbidden speel, having a fight, winning said fight which ended up in the school paper." She listed on her fingers to no one in particular. "Now a subordinate, and it's only been the first day!"
She chackled, full on hand on stomach while flying above the three. A proud smile on her face showing absolute pride.
"I must say, your gonna be the most interesting ruler of them all Iruma."
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。He always pays, no matter where you go. Whether it’s shopping, food, groceries or anything you could think of, he’ll pay.
。Bunny makes sure that you always cum first. You’re his priority in life and in bed. So, of course he spends hours between your thighs, without even thinking of his own orgasm.
。Bunny is open to any number of children you want! 0? perfectly fine with him. 10? he’ll start working on it right now. If he could, he’d let you get him pregnant
Mikage Reo :
。He buys you a new designer bag every week. It’s just a little something he likes to do for you.
。Reo regularly books vacations, sometimes for you two, sometimes just for you. He does this because “you’re so stressed by work”. He finds it completely stupid that you work, since he’s very much rich enough to make you a housewife. But as the independent woman you are, you want your own money.
。He writes you love letters every day and pins them at the fridge, before he heads out to work. Sometimes they’re compliments, sometimes declarations of affection, sometimes flirty notes.
Alexis Ness :
。Alexis is on his knees for you. So he showers you with kisses, compliments and hugs every day.
。He would never disrespect you in any way; he won’t grope you at random moments in a dirty way, he’d never compliment you, just to get his dick wet and he would never make you uncomfortable on purpose in any other way.
。Alexis doesn’t go out if you’re not with him. It doesn’t matter if girls are there or not, he simply has no interest in going partying or anything alike, if you’re not with him.
Barō Shōei :
。Literally never lets you touch a sponge, a mop or the vacuum cleaner ever. He cooks, cleans, does the laundry, takes care of you when you’re sick and still finds a way to work. When you said that you should split the housework, he almost had a mental breakdown, since he thought he had done something wrong.
。Barou always holds every door open for you. He’s such a gentleman around you, treating you like literal Royalty.
。He gives you daily massages. And not only a quick one with low-effort, no no. He does the whole thing; music, oils and an air purifier, to make sure you can relax and enjoy this specific love language of his.
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n: everyone of my followers is the coolest person alive, i love you all sm THANK YOU!!
Alexis Ness x Reader , genre: fluff/crack , slight ooc
Synopsis: Dating you means your partner is forced to deal with your endless "side quests," which usually end in minor injuries, destroyed furniture, and him rushing over to make sure you're still alive.
Note: I’m accepting more request for this series! This is lowkey fun to do so u guys should comment on who to do next! :3
the words slip out of your mouth in a breathy moan, right as nagi bottoms out inside you, his thick cock stretching you so full your train of thoughts paused momentarily.
he had you pinned beneath him on the messy bed, your legs wrapped high around his waist, ankles locked at the small of his back.
his thrusts have been deep and rhythmic, the kind that make your toes curl and your head spin, but now he froze mid thrust, his hips stuttering to a halt with his length buried to the hilt.
you feel his cock twitch inside you at the sudden stop, the heavy weight of him pressing against that perfect spot that makes your walls flutter. his white hair is damp with sweat, as he stares down at you like you just spoke in another language. the room is quiet except for the sound of your mingled breathing and the faint creak of the bed.
"...huh?" nagi blinks, a confused expression crossing his face as he wonders if he had mistaken. "did you...say something? about fighting?" he shifts his hips experimentally, just a shallow roll that drags his cock along your walls and pulls a whimper from your throat.
"thought i misheard. why're you asking that right now? when i'm y'know...all the way in?"
you bite your lip, fighting a grin even as heat floods your cheeks and your cunt clenches around him involuntarily. it's ridiculous, yeah. but that's the point.
your boyfriend was always so effortlessly cool and detached—even when fucking you he barely seemed to lose composure, hence your reason for asking ridiculous questions to catch him off guard.
"i did," you murmur, rolling your hips up to take him deeper, encouraging him to move again. your hands slide up his bare chest, nails grazing his skin. "would you though? fight someone for me?"
your boyfriend exhales through his nose, a mix of amusement and exasperation, but he starts moving again—slow, grinding thrusts that make your breath hitch. "yeah...sure i'd fight 'em i guess...if it's for you." his hand slides down to grip your thigh, hitching it higher as he leans in closer, lips brushing your ear.
"but do you need to ask this..? while im fucking you baby?"
you laughed at his words but it turns into a gasp when he hits that sweet spot again, perfectly so. the stretch of him is so good, so overwhelming. he was so long and girthy, filling every inch of you while his pelvis grinds against your clit with each snap of his hips.
"mmm fuck...but what if it's someone strong? like uhmm...would you fight reo for me?"
that makes him frown. his best friend? really? his cock throbs inside you as he pulls back just enough to look at your face, eyebrows furrowed in that adorable confused look.
"my reo?" he asks, sounding genuinely baffled, but he keeps his steady pace, causing the bed frame to creak with each push. "are you really thinking about him?"
you shake your head, grinning up at him even as pleasure coils tighter in your belly. your fingers thread into his hair, tugging lightly to pull him closer. "hypothetically nagi..not literally. if reo and i had some big fight or something. would fight him for me..? or like be on his side"
nagi huffs in disbelief, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin there before sucking a mark. his thrusts get a little harder, like the absurdity of you askijg about his best friend was actually turning him on. "i'd pick you. now stop these silly question baby."
he punctuates his words with a deep roll of his hips, grinding right against your sweet spot causing your back to arch, a moan slipping from you.
youe legs tightening around him as warmth spreads through you. god, he's so deep like this—every inch of his cock dragging in and out against your walls, the lewd wet sounds filling the room. but you can't resist it, so you ask:
"what about isagi? would—hah you fight isagi for me?"
nagi actually stops this time, lifting his head to stare at you with wide eyes. his cock is still buried inside you, pulsing hot and heavy. his eyes darken at your words.
"isagi? now you're bringing up isagi? while my dick is literally inside you?" one of his hands comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing your bottom lip. "you're such a handful aren't you? yeah id fight him. now stop talking about other men when I'm inside you.."
you giggle at his pout, pulling him down for a kiss your tongue sliding against him as he begins fucking you harder this time. he was clearly jealous but he kept quiet. you rock your hips up to meet his thrusts, chasing the building pressure in your stomach.
nagi groans into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. "you're weird." he says against your lip, the sound of skin slapping against each other mixing with your moans and his low grunts filled the roo. "i'm the one fucking you yeah? say my name."
you cling to him, nails digging into his back as your orgasm approaches. "nagi... fuck, right there..I love u.?"
he shifts angles as he heard your words, hitting that spot relentlessly inside you as one hand slipped between you to rub tight circles over your clit. "good girl, i love you more..."
"you're all mine. cum for me baby."
the combination of his words, his cock pounding into you and those skilled fingers sends you over the edge fast. you cry out his name, walls pulsing tight around him as pleasure crashes through you.
nagi follows not long after, groaning your name as he spills deep inside, hips stuttering through it until he's spent and collapsed on top of you.
for a minute, it's just heavy breathing and the warmth of him still buried in you, softening slowly. then he rolls off to the side, pulling you against his chest with one arm like it's the most natural thing in the world. his fingers trace lazy patterns on your back.
"so..what made you ask that silly question?" he asks, looking at you with amuser eyes.
you snuggle closer, pressing a kiss to his collarbone with a satisfied little hum. "mmm..a tiktok video i saw.."
nagi scoffs, a smile finding his face regardless. "im gonna take that phone of yours away you know?"
a/n: HONESTLY....I hate this and yes, the link I mentioned at the end was my inspiration for it so all credits to them !
You yawned, eyes pressed shut and hand hovering in front of your opened mouth, as your little daughter walked into your bedroom, pulshie in her hand and a pout on her cute face.
"Mommy, can you come sleep with me? I am scared of the dark...", she whined giving you the biggest, most pleading doll eyes ever. Ugh! she looked so much like her father. It was way too cute!
You felt your heart melt away at the sight of your little baby, but took a deep breath, before collecting all your self control, and maturely answered "No, honey, you are already big. You need to become independent"
Your little six years old furiously threw her plushie to the ground and stomped equally angrily with her foot on it, an irritated frown on her small forehead. "But Daddy is way bigger than me! He needs to get independent first!", she yelled, pointing at the culprit with her small finger.
Meanwhile your husband, who had been quiet the whole time, burying his face between your beautiful boobs, just smirked at the little kid, mocking her state of anger, while closing his muscular arms tighter around your waist.
You couldn't really say something back at that outburst of hers so you just sighed, extending an arm and inviting her to the bed. "Okay baby, come and sleep with mommy and daddy" But Daddy, as he saw her walking over, stretched his long leg, keeping his baby at distance. "Nope"
"Mommy! Daddy is bullying me", she cried out, trying to fight off the foot he had placed on her stomach. "Darling, cut it out", you scolded, doing your best to sound serious at the sight of this ridicoulsness. He just huffed. "I don't want brats in my bed. She is ruining my time with my precious wife"
"I am not a brat" She yelled, before biting him straight on the calf. "Ouch! You little menace!", he hissed, before throwing himself at her with a pillow as fighting weapon.
"So I've had enough of you both! If you don't stop right now you can sleep in the living room together!"
Well, you did not expect it to work wonders on those two, cause in an instant your husban and daughter sat there all nice and now both looked up to you with eyes, that pleaded for forgivness. "Sorry mommy", they both apologized, making you fold under zero pressure.
"Alright, I'll forgive you. Now get in the bed"
pondered whether i should post this or nah for 2 days
sae hates when u bring up bunny (ꐦo_o) content | crackfluff, gn!reader, bf!sae, jealousy
sae was never the jealous type. so much so that it made you wonder if he cared all that much about you. it wasn’t that he never showed affection. he always made sure to. but he was always so . . . comfortable with himself. he simply thought nobody could take you from him. so he never worried.
honestly, you got used to it. but then, something different happened one evening, where you were innocently telling him about your day.
“. . . and there was this other guy from your league that was there,” you hummed, washing your hands in the kitchen sink. “bun . . . bunny iglesias. that really big guy.”
sae stilled instantly. he was right next to you, his attention slowly turning from washing the dishes to looking at your face.
“iglesias?” he grimaced. he said it like it gave him heartburn.
“yeah,” you nod obliviously.
“did you talk to him?”
“a little.”
sae immediately set down the dish in his hands and put his hands on his hips, glaring at you like you robbed his home. “and what’d you say?”
“it was about you. he said something like how he’s looking forward to playing you again.”
sae looked at you. and looked. and looked. and . . . god— was he ever gonna say anything?
“don’t speak to that guy again, you hear it?” with a tsk, he went back to washing the dishes. but there was still a simmering heat that lingered on him.
okay. now you understood what was happening.
“you’re upset,” you said. “‘cause i talked to bunny?”
he replied rather quickly, “so what if i’m upset?”
you dried your hands off with the hand towel, setting it aside and stepping a centimetre closer to sae.
“i’ve never seen you upset,” you mused hushedly. “over me talking to some guy.”
he scowled. truly, his face made him look like he was in pain. he looked back at you once more, his teal eyes wrecked with anger.
“bunny is not just some guy,” he retorted. “and it’s not a big deal if i’m upset or not. so don’t make it one.”
he set the dish on the drying rack with finality. he wanted the conversation over.
but you didn’t. not when you finally got to see him act this way.
as he turned to walk out the kitchen, you softly grab his wrist, pulling him back gently. he turned his head, looking at you with his classic bored, neutral expression.
“he called me pretty, too,” you smirk.
sae’s jaw clenched. he pulled his wrist out of your grab, looking at you with a not-so neutral expression anymore.
“you’re trying to get me mad,” he scoffed.
he was correct. bunny didn’t say anything other than what you had previously told sae. but god, look at sae’s face. he was straining with annoyance. it was an expression you’ve never once seen on him.
“he really did say that,” you lie.
“no he didn’t,” he snapped, his voice cracking. he sounded more like a yipping pup than anything intimidating.
woah. silence. ba-dump . . ba-dump . .
you purse your lips together, trying to hold back a giggle. because sae’s face was utterly flushed. red tainted his ears, a pink hue embellished his entire face.
he took a step back, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. his temper was being edged — all because of your antics. he opened his eyes again, looking directly at you and leaning in close.
his voice was low and firm, “i’m the one who should have all of your attention. got that?”
you gave a rather eager nod, smiling blissfully.
in the back of your head, you were only planning how you can bring up bunny even more.
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a//n ive been posting drafts cuz im writing something for a req and guys reqz make me nervous cuz like what if i aint doing it good anyway sae fluff draft cuz well ofc
based off the couple from this fic and this fic (i really need to think of a name for this couple, comment any suggestions if you'd like!)
a/n:
trying to tell myself its okay to write a fic that isnt super mega long!!!! I end up putting sm pressure on myself that i end up losing motivation and ideas :////
<3
Sae makes sure he is always on time to meet you. Whether that’s at home after work, at the airport, the train station, a restaurant for a date, he is always on time, and even earlier whenever he can; he never wants you to feel like you’re not a priority, that he doesn’t care about your time or your feelings. Of course, there are times where he genuinely can’t help being late because of his job, but you’re always forgiving, him apologetic, and he promises to make it up to you (successfully every time) no matter how much you reassure him otherwise.
But today’s your anniversary dinner. And he’s very late.
He should’ve been more vigilant in checking the time, cursing his alarm that failed to go off, because before he knew it, time was flying by with practice, and he didn’t even realise that practice was continuing beyond the scheduled time. It was only when he slumped onto a bench in the locker room in fatigue did he check his phone, eyes widening in horror and heart plummeting to his stomach as he read the time; his practice has ended well over an hour more than it should’ve, and now he barely has time to shower, get ready and get a taxi to meet you at the restaurant.
Sae had told you he’d get ready by himself straight after practice and meet you there, instead of going home first, because his practice grounds were closer to the restaurant anyway. He’d made sure he’d had enough time, calculated and told you when booking the table, made sure he’d be able to even arrive there early - but that was based on the time that his practice was supposed to end.
Now he’s taking the quickest shower of his life, not even sure if he’s washed off all the soap suds properly, foregoing drying his hair in hopes that the wind outside will dry it (and somehow style it) for him, changing into his pastel blue suit at record speed (but still with care because he knows if anything were to happen to it your heart would genuinely break) and fumbling to close his locker, cursing under his breath as the strap of his bag keeps sticking out and stopping it from shutting properly. His teammates can only stare in silence at his unhinged behaviour, not even being able to tell Sae that his shirt is inside out, his socks are mismatched and his zipper is still down, because Sae’s already rushed out the door without looking back or saying goodbye.
It’s only when he’s sitting in the taxi does he realise that he’s left his phone in the locker room, and because he was so busy trying to get ready in time, he hadn’t texted you that he’s running late. He swears aloud this time, telling the taxi driver to stop and wait for him while he runs back to the stadium to grab his phone (and his wallet, keys, watch, everything else he’d forgotten). The taxi driver splutters in disbelief at him but Sae’s already out the door before the car can even fully stop, sprinting down the pavement and trying to remain positive at the fact that at least he’d realised early before the taxi could drive away any further.
The door to the locker room slams against the wall as Sae strides towards his locker. His teammates are shocked at his reappearance, fearful of his clear fury, but Sae’s already out again before they can conjure up a thought.
He immediately calls you as he begins to run again, his free hand double checking his pockets to make sure he hasn’t left anything behind for a second time because he is officially late to your booking. You answer his call immediately, and that makes him feel worse; he can’t imagine how horrible you must feel now, waiting alone at the restaurant, alone on your anniversary.
“Sae?”
“Baby, I’m so sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry, practice went over and I didn’t realise. My alarm didn’t go off and, fuck, I should’ve noticed. I’m so sorry, I’m on my way right now, I swear I’ll be there as quickly as I can-”
“Sae!”
“Baby?”
“It’s okay, really-”
“No, it’s not. You don’t have to say that. Shit, I really fucked up-” His hand is frantically running through his hair, still damp and he shakes his wet hand out on the pavement before hopping into the taxi again. He apologises to the driver, promising to pay him extra, before returning his attention back to you as the car starts to move again, “I’m in a taxi right now, I swear I’ll be there soon.”
“Sae… I moved our reservation time.”
“… What?”
“I moved our reservation time. We still have, like, over an hour left before our table.”
“How… when did you do that?” You giggle, and the weight on his chest lifts slightly at the sound.
“You didn’t text me that your practice ended. You always do, so I just assumed it was running late and decided to see if we could move our reservation to give you more time. We were really lucky that they had tables available later. I’m guessing you didn’t see my text?”
“Your… text?” Sae moves his phone away from his ear to check his notifications, and low and behold, there’s your text.
My Love
Just to let you know I’ve moved our reservation time!!! Since your practice is running late xxxx hope it’s going well!!! Text me when you finish <333
Sae can only let out a sigh of both disbelief and relief, putting his phone back to his ear as he drags a hand down his face. He must’ve been so distracted by the time that he hadn’t even noticed the notification.
“Shit. Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t even see-”
“It’s okay, baby. Really. I bet you were tearing up that locker room thinking you were late.”
He can only laugh, what an understatement.
“I think my teammates probably think I’m a lunatic now.”
“What?! Oh no, Sae, what happened?”
“I’ll tell you all about it over dinner.”
“Okay… Aw, Sae, I’m sorry, maybe I should’ve just left it as it was-”
“No, don’t apologise. You didn't do anything wrong. I’m glad you changed it. I hate to imagine you waiting alone like that. I’d never forgive myself.”
“Are you sure? You’re still in the taxi on the way to the restaurant, right?”
“Shit, yeah. Well, I guess I have the time to come home and get ready now.”
You’d stayed on the phone with him the whole taxi journey home, telling him about your day whilst getting yourself ready for the dinner. When he eventually makes it home, taking his shoes off to reveal his mismatched socks, he’s more than grateful to see you waiting for him at the entryway, all dolled up and pretty.
“Oh, Sae.” You run to hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying your best to hide the laugh that threatens to release from your throat at the state of him, “Welcome home, baby.”
“I’m home.” He whispers, hugging you back tightly as he buries his face into your hair, his shoulders finally relaxing in your embrace as he just breathes you in, “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you, Sae.” You pull away from him just slightly, unable to hold back your laugh any longer as you brush your hand through his hair, his now dry but unruly hair, “You look, so handsome too.”
He can’t help but chuckle with you, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours.
“I think my shirt is inside out.” He says, and when you look down the space between you two to check, you gasp with another laugh.
“Sae, your zipper-!”
You have to pull away completely to laugh properly, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as Sae follows your line of sight, cursing before fixing his zipper with wide eyes. You’re quick to return to him, placing your hands on his shoulders to kiss him on the cheek, hands moving again to cup his face.
“I’m okay. And I’m not upset. Well, except at myself,” His hands move to hold your waist, and he shifts to kiss one of your palms, “Just grateful to have you. Always am. Thank you for changing our reservation time, baby. You know me so well. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
You pull him back into your embrace, pushing his head to rest against your shoulder and moving his hands to rest on your ass (because you know it’ll make him feel better).
“Don’t be upset at yourself, Sae. It’s okay, really. Things happen, and at the end of the day, we’re still having our dinner, we’re still celebrating our anniversary, so it’s all okay. Really.”
“... You’re sure?”
“There’s nothing to be upset about.” You pull away and pinch one of his cheeks with a stern look before resting your arms against his shoulders again, “Your job is important. Everything’s still the same as we planned, just a bit later, and that’s okay. At least now we can spend more time with each other before dinner. And now you can drive us there instead."
You grin up at him sweetly at the end of your words, and when Sae lets out a laugh, when he pulls you towards him to kiss you, squeezing your ass as he does so, you know he’s feeling better about the situation.
“I love you.” He says against your lips, and you say it back before kissing him again.
When the two of you finally separate, you snort at the new colour on his lips, swiping at the lipstick that’s transferred to Sae’s mouth before grabbing his hand to drag him towards the bathroom.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up, yeah?”
Sae looks at you in such a lovesick daze, his head slightly tilted as he follows you.
“Will you be helping me in the shower?”
You hum at that with a teasing smile.
“I’m already dressed and ready, Sae, nice try.”
Sae groans dramatically at that and you can only laugh as you push his back into the bathroom. He turns to face you before you close the door.
“Save that for after dinner, okay?” You say, as you lift your dress strap to let it snap against your shoulder, giving him a wink before closing the door.
God, he loves you.
<3
I almost added a shower sex scene at the end HELPPP but then i remembered yn was all ready and dressed so like. It wouldnt have made sense unfortunately :((( i’ll write it one day though xxx and yes i avoided giving specific times about the reservation bc ngl i couldnt be asked for that HELP doesnt affect the story too much i dont think anyway!
This fic can lowkey act as a prequel to the extra section of this fic (i think..). Man i love to reference this blue suit its just such a good little easter egg little special thing to sneak in all the time. Its actually based off a suit at my workplace HELPPPPPPPPP what inspired that fic fr!!! But no joke every time i walk past it i have to hold back a giggle bc wheres my sae at
aabi's note: hello angels. tokophobia, the fear of pregnancy, is a real phobia that many women face every single day. it was really interesting to write about this topic, but i do hope my writing is not insensitive or disregards any aspects to tokophobia/pregnancy in general. if there is any thing i did wrong, please kindly let me know. you can find this request here
bllk boys x f!reader who has a fear of pregnancy ft. isagi, rin, sae &. kaiser (all are in their 20s)
warnings: cussing + mentions of: cheating, sexual intimacy, miscarriage, etc..
𝄞𝄢 isagi yoichi.
you knew how badly isagi wanted a family. he always spoke about growing older and having two children running around your home with sparkles in his eyes. especially after marriage, his excitement towards starting a family grew even stronger.
isagi wasn't the only one who dreamed about a potential future family. you'd dream about it too—raising kids with isagi, taking them to his soccer matches, living that dreamy, desirable WAG life.
you were scared though.
it's not that isagi wouldn't be a good father or that you wouldn't be a good mother, but it's about an internal conflict within you.
you were scared of pregnancy—scared of carrying a baby for 9 months and having your body undergo uncontrollable changes. you've heard stories from relatives and friends. their partners had cheated or left them because of the changes in their body made them "unattractive."
the same fate could possibly happen to you—isagi leaving you for a better looking woman once you're pregnant or him secretly having an affair behind your back.
during an after party, someone joked about "future kids" again, like it was completely inevitable and it was your ultimate fate. you laughed along, but deep inside that same uneasy, suffocating feeling was bubbling, maybe even uncontrollably growing.
those feelings followed you throughout the night. you were unable to have fun unlike everyone else who were laughing and drinking their asses off.
you sat there on a bar stool, fingers loosely wrapped around an untouched drink. you were constantly zoning out despite the loud music pulsing through the bar and the laughter spilling from every corner as people talked over one another.
"hey.."
you flinched, isagi's voice snapping you back to reality.
"yoichi, can we go home? 'm not feeling well," you murmur, letting go of your drink and pushing it away.
isagi agreed immediately, hand hovering over your back as he guided you out of the afterparty. the noise of the party swallowed everything else as you both headed towards the exit, weaving through people until the music dulled behind closed doors.
at home, the uneasiness didn't disappear. the silence felt louder and more suffocating than the afterparty. you slipped off your shoes, undressed, and wiped your makeup off.
staring at yourself from the vanity mirror, you tried to imagine yourself pregnant, but even the mere thought of pregnancy made you anxious.
"[name], are you okay?"
isagi asked from the bed, his deep, blue eyes watching you through the mirror.
you sighed and tore your gaze away from the mirror, turning towards the bed instead. the mattress dipped as you joined isagi in bed and he instantly wrapped his arms around your frame, pulling you closer to him.
"you don't look good. tell me what's on your mind."
his voice was soft and grounding—so relaxing that you almost forgot about your concerns for a moment. he stroked your head softly, fingers gently playing around with strands of your hair.
" 'm scared yoichi," you murmured softly.
"why baby?"
you hesitated for a second, dreading isagi's reaction to you telling him that you're scared of pregnancy. your eyes stung and your chest tightened, feeling abnormally heavier than usual.
"you want kids don't you?"
isagi blinked at the sudden question. "yeah.. of course i do. you know that too," he said carefully. "why?"
"i can't," you choked out. your confession hung in the air. you didn't dare to meet isagi's eyes, opting to squeeze your eyes shut. "i can't even hear people talking about pregnancy — me carrying kids inside me — without feeling awful," you continued.
isagi listened to you, eyes watching you with focus whilst holding onto you carefully, still stroking your head slowly. he didn't interrupt you once.
"i'm terrified of pregnancy."
you let out a shaky breath, finally opening your eyes to look at isagi.
"i know it sounds stupid—"
"who told you it's stupid?"
you froze slightly at isagi's words. you expected him to get angry or upset at you, but he was looking at you, concern clear across his face.
"n-nobody did. i just feel this way," you stuttered.
"good," he sighed softly. "nobody should be dictating your views, especially if it's towards something as huge as pregnancy."
"and if it scares you like that, then it's not stupid," isagi added.
you frowned, knowing that your fear was much deeper. "it's not just that," you admitted quietly, dropping your shoulders a little. "you want a family and i do too—i just can't get past this."
"and also, 'm so scared of you leaving me."
the words felt ugly in your mouth. maybe you should've just kept this confession to yourself and let it eat you alive.
"why would i leave you?"
your throat tightened. why actually would isagi leave you?
"well, i heard so many pregnancy stories from people," you mumbled. "they had to deal with their partners suddenly changing and sometimes even cheating or leaving them because they're no longer desirable."
isagi furrowed his brows. "so? you think that's gonna happen between us? you think i'm gonna leave you?" his tone was different from before. what if he was actually mad? what if he hated you now?
you opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out.
"i wouldn't leave you over something like that," isagi murmured in that soothing tone. "hell—i would never ever leave you in the first place."
"i mean it. if pregnancy is something that makes you feel like this, then you don't have to go through it. there are other ways to build a life together."
your vision blurred as your eyes filled up with tears. isagi's expression softened at the sight of you. he wiped your tears away with his thumb instinctively.
"i want a future with you, [name]," isagi said simply. "not any specfic version of it."
𝄞𝄢 itoshi rin.
you knew how significant family is to rin. even before getting married to him — back when you two were sappy teenagers in love — rin always talked to you about his future dreams like it was set in stone. his biggest dream was simple; growing older and raising a family with you.
even now, as you stand in the bathroom of his family's house, you're reminded of just how much weight his dream held. you can hear rin's relatives' voices drifting in from the living room. they were loud, voices echoing in your ears. and they were arguing over kids again.
"when you have kids—"
"...you'll understand later."
"yup, it's a crucial part of life."
each sentence felt like a death sentence growing and growing rapidly. pressure was building within your chest. you couldn't even breathe properly.
your fingers curled into your sleeves, your breathing got shallow. you needed to leave asap.
exiting the bathroom, you turned towards the hallway, only to collide straight into rin.
"what were you doing in there for so long?" rin frowned, teal orbs scanning you from head to toe. "we were worried."
"i—" you stopped yourself. "nothing."
you attempted to walk past rin, but he grabbed your shoulders, stopping you in place.
"rin," you whined, trying to push his hold off you. he didn't budge one bit though. not a surprise for an athlete like him.
"...you look pale."
"i'm fine."
"stop lying."
rin released his grasp from your shoulders, only to grab your wrist and drag you upstairs. your relatives watched with curious gazes, whispering amongst themselves about what could be stirring up between you two. even sae briefly looked up from his phone.
rin dragged you into a room, hoping for it to be empty so you two could discuss whatever was up. there were giggling kids scribbling on the walls with crayons.
"uncle rin—!"
he immediately shut the door behind you two and pulled you into another room, which thankfully was empty.
"why were you in the bathroom for nearly half an hour?"
"i was having diarrhea," you lied quickly. you knew it was a terrible lie, but it just slipped out of your lips.
"then we would've fucking smelled it across the entire house," rin retorted. "[name], don't joke around. please actually tell me what's wrong."
rin's eyes flicked past you, towards the shut door which only faintly muffled the loud voices from downstairs. his expression sharped immediately.
"what did they say?"
"rin, it's not a big deal—"
"answer me."
you flinched at his tone. you knew he wasn't being harsh, just his usual intense self who would do anything to get what he wanted.
"well they were just talking about our future. you know, kids and a family. all that kinda stuff," you reluctantly answered.
"...and?"
"and," you muttered, throat tightening. you hated talking about this to anyone, even rin, the person you trusted the most. "...it freaks me out."
rin didn't understand what you were talking about. you could tell by the way he tensed up and the way his brows furrowed.
"why?" he asked, no hint of judgement in his tone—just pure curiosity.
"...it just does. like—it terrifies me real bad. i can't explain it. it just feels wrong and scary to me and i hate it," you confessed, voice cracking at the end.
rin went still, as if he was processing everything. you knew it would be hard for him, a man who cared deeply about family and always wished to have a family with you only. then, his gaze snapped back to the door.
he reached behind you to the door knob, but you reacted faster. you held his hand mid-air and pulled it back.
"don't."
the air shifted between you two. hesitation flickered in rin, but he pushed past you, heading towards the living room where the conversation was still bubbling. you were flooded with second hand embarrassment. god, you didn't want this to be a matter involving rin's extended family.
after a couple minutes, rin returned to you, your bag was slung over his shoulder and he held your jacket.
"...come on," he muttered, grabbing your wrist again. "we're getting out of here."
you didn't dare to meet anyone's eyes as you two exited, not even sae—who was the only person you respected in rin's family.
outside, you felt lighter. there was no judgement and no pressurizing expectations suffocating you. rin opened the car door for you without a word, shutting it behind you once you entered the expensive vehicle. he drove away as soon as he got into the driver's seat.
the car ride was silent until rin spoke up.
"don't let their demands bother you. they have no right to ask anything from you and you don't owe them anything, especially children," rin muttered, keeping his eyes on the road ahead as he drove swiftly through the highway.
you exhaled shakily. "i am afraid of getting pregnant and i think hearing them talk about it like it's expected just made everything worst for me."
rin tore his gaze away from the road, glancing at you for a split second, only to look away immediately. his grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.
"i'm sorry," you muttered. "i know how you also cherish family, but something about pregnancy doesn't feel right.. for me at least."
"don't apologize," rin replied. "there's nothing to apologize for."
"if it scares you," he continued, "then it's not happening. end of story."
rin left no room for argument. that made you feel worst, like you were being selfish.
"...what if it's something you really want?" you asked quietly.
rin hummed, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel. "you're my family so it doesn't matter."
"you're the one i want anyway."
𝄞𝄢 itoshi sae.
sae notices patterns. even with a shallow observation, sae understands if something is wrong. he doesn't need dramatic signs or obvious changes. he picks up on the smallest of things, even with something as simple as a glance.
so when you start avoiding sex, he knows something is up with you.
you're subtle—pulling away earlier than usual, changing the subject whenever he leaned too close, claiming you're "tired" several times throughout the day.
sae didn't brush these signs off because he knew you weren't the type to hide away from intimacy, especially with him—especially when things were good.
and things were good between you too.
there was only one answer to this problem; something you were facing alone. but he also didn't corner you for answers, only patiently waiting for you to open up to him.
when he finally realizes that he needs to interfere — that staying silent is just causing the problem to grow and grow — it's too late. you've distanced yourself from him a lot.
you're sitting beside him on the couch. the living room was silent except for the tv playing a long forgotten soccer match in the background. sae's attention was glued onto you, but yours was on anything but him.
"...you've been distancing yourself lately," sae said. his words were calculated. he knew what he was starting.
"what are you talking about?" you laughed awkwardly, finally putting your phone down to look at him. "i haven't."
sae raised an eyebrow. "you have."
you swallowed a tight lump forming in your throat. sae left no room for argument or denial. his tone was filled with certainty, making it harder for you to deflect.
"..i'm just tired," you sighed. you've been reusing the same excuse every single day. there wasn't any better excuse anyway.
"you're too tired to have sex with me?" sae scoffs.
"no—!" your cheeks flushed pink. "it's not like that at all!"
"really? then what's your reasoning for avoiding me all the time?"
you puffed your cheeks nervously. you knew that at one point you'd have to come clean to sae about why you were practically running away from him every moment of the day.
"...well it's just i'm scared of getting pregnant," you quickly mutter. your words feel too loud in the quiet room.
sae doesn't react outwardly, but he doesn't dismiss your words either.
"elaborate."
"i don't know how to explain it properly," you admit. "there's no real reason. pregnancy just terrifies me—the idea of it, my body changing, and losing control over my life."
your voice grows quieter as you ramble on and on to sae who listened attentively the entire time, his gaze unwavering.
"...and i'm so afraid of everything that comes after," you shudder.
sae leans back on the couch, processing all your words.
"hm. tokophobia?"
"yeah," you nodded.
"how severe?" sae asks. there was no judgement in his tone. he was simply curious, and more importantly, he wanted to understand you better.
"bad enough that i've been... avoiding you," you trail off.
sae nods and continues to listen to with 100% of his attention. he doesn't want you to feel ashamed. he understands where you're coming from.
"..that's why i don't want to.. y'know, because i don't want to—"
"we're using protection [name]," sae cuts you off.
"well what if one day we don't—!"
"i would never do anything like that without your consent." sae exhales softly and pulls you close so that your cheek was pressed against his cheek.
"you want a family.. and a kids, don't you?" you grip the end of his shirt, playing with the hem absentmindedly.
"and you think that requires you to go through something you're afraid of?"
you don't answer him. sae already knows what you're thinking.
"that would be irrational," he mutters.
"no one gets to make that decision for you," sae continues, "not me or anyone else."
"...even if it changes things between us?" your voice drops. just thinking about things between you and sae becoming rocky terrified you.
"things won't ever change between us," he hums.
"and if our future ever conflicts with your autonomy, then we adjust the future."
𝄞𝄢 micheal kaiser.
ever since things deepened with you and kaiser, he had a habit of talking late at night.
he never talked about his football career or his fame. kaiser would lay next to you, staring up at the ceiling and talk about one of his greatest desires—becoming a father.
you remembered the first time he opened up about his wish.
"i don't think i'd be a good father."
you turned to him immediately, clutching onto his arm. "what?! why?"
he scoffed bitterly and raked a hand through his hair, but didn't elaborate.
although he always hoped to raise a child, he feared the concept more. you knew why he was like this. he didn't want to be like his father and hurt his child the way he had been hurt.
you reassured him several times that he would never end up like that. he was way different from that bastard anyway. kaiser never believed you even though he wanted to. no matter how hard he tried, your words weren't very helpful.
what kaiser didn't know was that you were terrified too. you had a secret, something you've kept from him for a while now.
you never told kaiser—you couldn't tell kaiser. he was already so afraid of becoming a father. hearing news about him almost becoming father would break him even more.
you tried to bury everything away — the feelings and the fear — but it was difficult not to, especially when every time you saw kaiser, you could only think of your miscarriage.
the thought of pregnancy no longer felt hopeful. you felt scared about carrying a baby. you didn't want something like that to happen again. the baby could be taken away from you any moment. your body could fail you again. pregnancy would only end in loss.
the miscarriage is where it all started—your quiet, suffocating fear which you couldn't explain at all, but was killing you slowly.
kaiser noticed the shift within you, especially when you avoided him whenever he began talking about raising a family. normally, you would've looked at him with stars in your eyes, engaging in the conversation and joking about naming your first son after ness.
"what are you hiding from?" he asked one day, tearing his gaze away from the ceiling to look at you instead. you were laying on your side, back turned to him. his question came out blunt and sharp, digging into places you wished would stay buried forever.
"i am not hiding from anything," you responded.
"oh yeah?" kaiser's eyes narrowed. "then why does it always feel like i'm losing you whenever we speak about our future."
"it's nothing, micheal."
"then say that to my face."
the thing is, you couldn't. even when you tried to, you could never force the words out of your chest.
"schatz. quit shutting me out and talk to me." kaiser gently tugged on your arm and rolled you over so you were facing him. he stared at you with a heavy look in his eyes. something about his gaze — the ego and confidence absent — shattered you. kaiser always softened himself around you, showing you the 'real' him, while you still kept your guard up.
you broke completely, sobbing while explaining to him everything that happened—the day you found out you were pregnant, the excitement you carried, your plans to tell him, and the unfortunate outcome.
"i didn't tell you because i didn't want to worry you more. you're already terrified of being a father," you sniffled.
kaiser didn't react at all. his face was expressionless, eyes lacking any form of emotion. that scared you even more.
"say something," you choked out. "will you?"
"you went through that all alone," kaiser finally spoke, voice lower than usual. his jaw tightened, frustration at himself throbbing through his veins.
kaiser's hands hesitantly reached for your stomach before resting his hands on the skin. the entire time, he thought about children only through his lens. he never thought about you and only now did he realize that you were the more vulnerable one.
kaiser felt ashamed and guilty. he wasn't there for you when you needed him the most.
"...liebe, you shouldn't have gone through that alone," he muttered.
"i didn't want to burden you," you weakly responded, tears still poured out of your eyes as you spoke.
"you think that is a burden?" kaiser scoffed. his hold on your stomach tightened. "that's exactly the kind of thing i'm supposed to be there for."
kaiser pulled you closer till your chest was pressed against his. for a while, neither of you spoke. you basked in each other's presence—you crying while kaiser took in everything and provided comfort.
"...we're never doing anything you're afraid of," kaiser murmured.
“i mean it,” he continued, “pregnancy, kids—whatever. If it messes with you like this, it’s not happening unless you decide it.”
"micheal—”
“i don’t need it,” kaiser added “i don’t need any of it.”
his gaze locked onto yours, firm and steady. "i need you only.”
“and if we ever do think about something like that again,” he continued, his voice quieter now, “it’s on your terms. not fear.”
“…okay,” you whispered. your chest swelled with appreciation and gratitude for kaiser. he brushed his thumb lightly against your cheek, almost absentmindedly.
cw: suggestive, pretend reader is wearing lingerie cus im 2 tired to fix ts, suicide jokes, ooc
a/n: okay i was NOT in the mood to make smaus at all guys, i’ve been a lazy fat fuck and bts is coming up😭😭 i procrastinated this for four whole days whew ENJOY (hopefully🥀)
don’t forget, likes, comments, reblogs, and criticism are HEAVILY appreciated!
most likely ooc… i haven’t watched bluelock in a while so i am so unsure how he is like 😭i also dont like reo. reader gets called gorgeous, reader is kinda mean??? short smau ☹️
#Daddy's princess | #favoritism, established relationship, husband!sae
Ever since you got married and became parents of two, the funniest thing ever was how your husband, Itoshi Sae, treated your daughter compared to your son.
Maybe it was because your daughter was a cuter, smaller version of him, while your son looked pretty similar to Rin, or maybe it was because of what a little sweetheart your daughter was, compared to your son who was a pretty rowdy child.
Sae was in your penthouse's big living room, doing a plank to see how long he could hold, while you sat on the couch scrolling through your socials, then and there looking up to oggle at your man's muscles, because he was only wearing sweat pants.
Your son walked in, holding his IPad in his hand. "Dad this streamer made a drink and it has tung tung tung sahur flavor!", you could already see the veins pop at his temple, because Sae had told him multiple times to not watch that brainrot bullshit, but the kid just didn't want to listen.
"No, son. I am not buying that nonsense", he growled sweat dripping to the ground beneath him. "But-" "Don't make me repeat myself. That stuff is probably filled junk " He pouted, running to you on the couch for cuddles like he did everytime when a conversation with his dad didn't go like he wanted.
Meanwhile you two's daughter came in, pretty princess, youngest child and obviously a daddy's girl. "Papa", she softly said, making Sae hum in response.
She sat down in front of him, wiggling her small feet softly. "There is this football I really like. It's pink and pretty and"
Before she could even finish her sentence Sae had already asked if she wanted him to buy it for her and if there was anything else she needed, to which she asked for a bunch of other stuff including the new tung tung tung sahur drink.
He sighed deeply, sitting up and wiping his pretty face with a towel. "Sure we can go shopping later" A small, genuine smile appeared on Sae's lip as she placed both her small hands on either side of his cheeks and kissed his forehead despite the layer of sweat on it. "And tell your stupid brother he can come aswell"
The crazy thing is there is actually a tung tung tung sahur drink not even 10 minutes away from my home 💔 i am dead ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა
links =
part two with kaiser, ness, nanase, aryu, noa, ego, lavinho, agi, sendou, lorenzo and loki -> here
broadcasting: previously on unknown's goofy smaus -> here
bllk masterlist -> here
✮⋆˙ | featuring: isagi yoichi, meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, rensuke kunigami, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, rin itoshi, yo hiori, sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, tabito karasu, otoya eita, oliver aiku, niko ikki, kenyu yukimiya, barou shoei, gin gagamaru, jingo raichi!
✮⋆˙ | cw: crack/suggestive content. gn!reader.
✮⋆˙ | a/n: lol i'm not pranking you guys this timeee! 💔
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