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a/n: i love being a little rage baiter. 

synopsis: not saying “i love you” back. 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

the prank lasts exactly 4 minutes and 32 seconds because any longer than that and he'd probably start opening a powerpoint presentation titled "signs my girlfriend secretly hates me: an analysis." 

he's dropping you off somewhere before heading to practice. everything is normal. suspiciously normal, actually. you're in the passenger seat stealing fries from his bag while he's parked outside your destination. 

"yoichi, i literally took like six fries." 

"you took eleven." 

"wow. counting them is kinda possessive." 

"they're my fries." 

and then right before you get out, he leans over, presses a quick kiss to your forehead, and says it automatically. 

"i love you." 

normally you'd say it right back. today? 

you smile. "thanks." 

… 

the silence is immediate. 

isagi hasn’t moved, hand still on the steering wheel. 

"thanks?" 

"mhm." 

"thanks." 

"yeah." 

you open the car door. he doesn't stop you. because he's busy trying to process what just happened. 

you get maybe three steps away before your phone starts vibrating. 

isagi: what does thanks mean 

isagi: like thanks thanks??? 

isagi: or 

isagi: THANKS 

isagi: wait don't go inside yet 

you ignore him. another text. 

isagi: did i do something 

isagi: was it the fries 

isagi: BE HONEST ABOUT THE FRIES 

by minute two, he's already replaying every interaction from the past week. 

by minute three, he's convinced he accidentally upset you and somehow forgot. 

by minute four, he's sitting in the parking lot looking like a man whose favorite soccer cleats just got launched into the ocean. 

finally, you come back to the car. 

"yoichi." 

"yeah?" he answers so fast you'd think he was waiting for you to come back (he was). 

"i love you." 

the relief is VIOLENT. this man actually groans. full-body relief. 

"oh geez." 

"what?" 

"don't ever do that again." 

"do what?" 

"YOU KNOW WHAT." 

and then he's immediately embarrassed because now you're laughing at him. 

"i wasn't spiraling." 

"you texted me 14 times." 

"okay, but only because i was being strategic!” 

sure, king. 

word count: 661 / some of my favorite things about him ♡

Sae Itoshi and the way he listens when you talk even when he pretends he isn't. Expression distant, eyes closed, giving you the impression he stopped paying attention a long time ago, until hours later when he casually references something you said in passing because with Sae, attention and remembering are his affection.

Sae Itoshi and the way he slowly starts including you in his routines without discussing it first. Your favorite snacks in his kitchen, your toothbrush beside his. Space for you in his life made quietly and permanently.

Sae Itoshi and the way he pretends to be annoyed after you steal his clothes yet he never asks them back. Instead he just watches you walk around in them silently, eyes lingering a little too long.

Sae Itoshi and the way he looks back to make sure you're still beside him in crowded places. Just quick glances over his shoulder, subtle enough that nobody else notices how often he does it.

Sae Itoshi and the way he remembers the exact little things that make you happy. Not grand romantic gestures, just specific things that nobody else notices enough to remember.

Sae Itoshi and the way he says "You're staying over" instead of asking. As if the thought of sleeping without you beside him suddenly feels unnecessarily empty.

Sae Itoshi and the way he hates admitting when he needs your comfort, yet somehow always ends up beside you when the world starts exhausting him too much.

Sae Itoshi and the way he stares at you when he thinks you're not paying attention. Expression calmer than usual as if loving you softened something inside him he thought was permanent.

Sae Itoshi and the way he dislikes unnecessary touching from everyone except you. Your hands on him feel familiar now, expected even and sometimes he catches himself leaning into them before realizing what he's doing.

Sae Itoshi and the way he silently fixes things for you instead of comforting you verbally. Acts of service are part of his love language. Adjusting your jacket when it slips off your shoulder and even plugging your phone if the battery gets low.

Sae Itoshi and the way he gets jealous in silence. No accusations or dramatic reactions, just colder eyes and his attention fixated too intensely on the person standing close to you.

Sae Itoshi and the way he acts inconvenienced every time you ask for his affection, only to pull you into his lap five minutes later without a word.

Sae Itoshi and the way he waits for your texts even while he's pretending he doesn't care about his phone at all.

Sae Itoshi and the way he gets protective without realizing it. Walking on the side closest to the street, pulling you behind him instinctively.

Sae Itoshi and the way he pulls you closer to him unconsciously whenever he is tired. Half asleep, defenses lowered, holding you against him like his body trusts you more openly than he knows how to.

Sae Itoshi and the way he gets irritated when you apologize too much. "Stop saying sorry for everything." Somewhere along the way, your feelings started mattering to him more than his own comfort.

Sae Itoshi and the way his affection feels hidden inside restraint. Every touch, every glance, every quiet act of care carries more meaning because he is the type of person who rarely gives those things away freely.

Sae Itoshi and the way he waits for you when you're running late. He complains about it every single time, arms crossed and expression annoyed, yet he never leaves. No impatient messages or dramatic remarks, just Sae waiting for you exactly where he said he would be.

Sae Itoshi and the way he shares things that used to belong to him. A hoodie left at your place, a favorite song quietly added to your playlist. Small pieces of his life offered without any explanation. He stopped seeing a difference between "mine" and "yours".

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smut. mdni. wc: 512

“Sae, do you ever think you’re too controlling?”

You tried to sound innocent, but Sae still sighed, avoiding your gaze.

“If there’s something you want, just tell me, love.”

“It’s just…” you begin, “I sort of wanted to try taking the lead? In bed, I mean.”

Sae looked you up and down, his expression skeptical. “I’m not sure about that.”

You huffed and crawled into his lap on the couch. Sae instinctively gripped your hips, helping you settle against him. You shifted slightly over the hardness growing beneath you.

“Why not?” You cupped his face, staring into his eyes.

“Because.” Sae didn’t look uncomfortable—just uncertain. “I’m your boyfriend. I should be the one pleasuring you.”

“Sae,” you laughed softly. “That sounds like your ego talking.” Your hand trailed down his chest. “Let me take care of you.”

Sae’s lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. “Fine,” he said in one breath, leaning back against the couch. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

You didn’t hesitate. You tugged his jeans down just enough to free him, then rose up on your knees and worked yourself onto his cock, talking him inch by inch. The stretch pulled a soft sigh from your lips. Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you started moving, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm.

For a few moments he let you, his hands resting on you and keeping you grounded. But when you tried to speed up, his grip tightened.

“Your techniques sloppy,” he said flatly.

Before you could reply, Sae sat up, wrapped an arm around your waist, and flipped you onto your back. He stayed buried inside you, and before you could whine—burried his face in your neck.

“My turn,” he murmured against your ear.

Then he took over completely. His thrusts were deep, hard, and relentless, each one hitting your g-spot and making your vision blur. He pinned your wrists above your head, and kept his eyes locked on yours.

“You thought you could satisfy me like that?” His voice was low and cold. “Look at you… already falling apart.”

“Sae—!” You mewled, but not protesting his sudden but predictable streak of control. 

Pleasure crashed over you fast and intense. Even though this was supposed to be about *you* fucking *him,* your walls tightened against him involuntarily

“I’m gonna come,” you gasped.

“Do it. For me.” Sae responded by moving his attention to your clit. 

 You came hard, crying out his name as your body shook beneath him. Sae didn’t slow down. He fucked you through it until you were trembling and oversensitive, then finally let himself finish with a low groan, burying himself deep inside you.

Afterward, he pulled away, fixed his clothes with calm, precise movements, and stood up. He looked down at you with his usual unreadable expression.

“Sae,” you whispered against the sheets. “This is what I meant by you being controlling.”

Isagi was fully expecting a cute, sweet moment. Maybe even something fumbly. But when she spits in her hand and wraps it around him, he gasps like he’s been shot. Clutches the blanket and whispers, “W-what? That’s…. That’s a red card!” like she’s possessed. His hips jerk the second her thumb circles the tip. Moans like he’s never felt pleasure before. Whimpers into her neck, clinging to her like she’s about to steal his soul. Cries out when he cums. Body twitching, brain blank, praise falling out of his mouth.

‎Bachira was so excited. Grinning like she just gave him candy. Then she spits and his whole face lights up. “Wait wait wait are you doing it like that?? Oh my god??” can’t stop moaning and giggling like a little freak. “Faster, faster—holy shit yes—” he’s writhing. His hips are off the bed. He needs it. Cums with a shudder and lets out this feral whimper. Immediately wants to go again. “That was the coolest thing anyone’s ever done to me.”

Sae looks calm, chill. Almost uninterested. Rolls his eyes like “Sure, go ahead.” but the second she spits his jaw flexes. His cock jumps and she hasn’t even touched him yet. By the time her hand starts moving, his breathing is already ragged. Eyes glued to the motion. Quiet curses slipping out. When he cums, he goes silent. Then exhales sharply, head falling back. He stays still for ten minutes after, just staring at the ceiling like he’s trying to reformat his brain.

‎Nagi was literally half asleep when she offered. Thought it’d help him nap. Then she spit in her hand and his whole body jolted like he’d been electrocuted. “Wha—yo…what the hell?” he slurred as his toes curled. His breath caught in his throat. Legs twitching. Hands gripping the pillow. Every moan is lazy but wrecked. Long, low, drawn-out sounds of stunned pleasure. He finishes with a loud, stunned, “Fuuuck…” and completely blacks out after. (slept like the dead for 13 hours straight.)

Barou was reluctant and tired. Thought she’d just stroke him gently and let him relax. Then she spits in her hand and his soul leaves his body. “Oi! What the hell are you—?!” he growls, but his hips betray him. His abs Twitch. He grits his teeth, trying not to whimper. Growls low in his throat. One hand gripping her wrist, the other clenched in the sheets. Fighting for his life. When he finishes, he bites his lip so hard he bruises it. Cums with a guttural groan and then yells at her like it’s her fault. (but 100% asks for it again the next night.)

a/n: aggressively NEED THAT. @accidenthppns see i delivered

ac goes to bm169_v2

synopsis: jester!sae x royal princess!reader oneshot i am not okay. 

the first time sae makes you laugh, it is entirely by accident. 

your court has gathered in the grand dining hall for another miserable political feast full of jeweled goblets, stiff-backed nobles, and men old enough to crumble into dust trying to convince your father they deserve more land. oh brother. 

you are halfway through dying of boredom when the king gestures toward the entertainers. 

“bring in the jesters.” 

you expect bells. tricks. something humiliating. 

but instead, a tall boy with pinkish maroon hair walks into the hall looking deeply offended to be there at all. 

he wears red and silver, his hat lacking the ridiculous dangling bells the others wear. his expression stays flat as he bows with all the enthusiasm of someone attending a funeral. 

the nobles already seem irritated by him. good. 

“this is the new one?” one lord scoffs. “he looks miserable.” 

“i am,” sae replies calmly. 

part one

characters: Kaiser, Chigiri, Barou, Shidou cw: suggestive

✩ Tattoo M. Kaiser

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.

characters: Isagi, Nagi, Rin & Sae cw: suggestive

✩‧He told them Y. Isagi

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.

Sae accepted the dare because he was bored. People were easy and emotions predictable. He expected you to be the same. Instead you became the first variable he couldn’t control. You challenged him without trying. You made him laugh when he hadn’t intended to. You occupied his thoughts during flights, interviews, training sessions. Piece by piece his carefully organized life started revolving around someone who wasn’t supposed to matter. Then you learned everything. The dare. The bet. The humiliation hidden beneath every sweet memory. Sae wasn’t a man who apologized often, but for the first time he found himself searching for words that’d make you stay. None of them worked, because from your perspective every meaningful kiss and every vulnerable moment had become questionable. And Sae, who always seemed untouchable, discovered that losing you hurt far more than losing any match ever could.

Kaiser treated it like a performance. Charm you, make you obsessed, leave first. Simple. He loved being adored. He loved winning. But you something went terribly wrong. He became addicted to your attention before you ever became addicted to his. Your praise mattered. Your opinion mattered. You mattered. That terrified him. Kaiser had spent years convincing himself that attachment was weakness, so when he realized you had become the most important person in his life, panic settled in. Then you uncovered the dare. The betrayal on your face was unbearable because for once he wasn’t acting. Every laugh, every touch, every jealous moment had been real. But Kaiser had built your relationship on a lie and now he had to watch you question every memory you shared. The cruelest part was that he couldn’t even blame anyone else. He had destroyed the best thing he’d ever had with his own hands.

Ness only agreed because he wanted approval. The dare had started as one of those stupid conversations where everyone was showing off, and he desperately wanted to prove he could do it too. He never expected you to actually matter. But you were so kind to him - more than Kaiser. You listened when he rambled. You noticed when he wasn’t okay. You treated him like he was enough without having to earn it first. Before long he became completely dependent on your presence, waiting for your messages, replaying your conversations in his head, craving every smile like air. Then the truth surfaced. Ness watched your face fall apart and immediately felt panic clawing up his throat. He tried explaining that he loved you, that none of it mattered anymore, but every word sounded pathetic. Because from your perspective, the affection that had become his entire world had started as a joke. And for someone as emotional as Ness, watching you walk away felt less like heartbreak and more like the end of who he was with you.

warnings: thigh riding, slight choking on micha's part, ooc or nah ig?.

꒰ ㆍ 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔.ᐟ ㆍ ⸝⸝ ꒰ ㆍ 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑.ᐟ ㆍ ⸝⸝

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

pathetic. that's what you were. your hips stuttered as you swayed back and forth—cautiously and needily—brazenly riding his thighs. sae’s thighs were straight ahead of him, his feet flat, arm muscles flexing in the slightest as he held your hips, guiding you with your maintained rhythmic pace.

it's sinful. immoral. dishonoring. yet suddenly it isn't—not when your desires and needs overshadowed your shame. lucky for you, sae was feeling thoughful enough today to let you do whatever you pleased.

“sae…sae…” you chanted his name like it were the only word you knew. your hips ruts faster, needier, racing towards your release. sae groans, his cheeks tinged with crimson as he locked eyes with your glistening ones.

cw ⌇ handjob ◞ overstimulation

Michael Kaiser had never looked smaller. Not because of his body, after all he was still lean muscle and tense lines beneath you, but because of the way he fought against the inevitable. Wrists pinned above his head, teeth gritted, eyes burning with the last embers of defiance.

“Don’t think this makes me your toy,” he hissed. A bluff from his side.

You only tilted your head, pressing down harder until his hips twitched upward. “You sure? You’re already shaking.”

He scoffed, a sharp exhale meant to sound cruel. But when your palm dragged down his chest, lingering over his ribs, his stomach tensed. You wrapped your hand around his cock and squeezed, and the mask he wore cracked for the first time.

A choke, then a stutter of breath. “Don’t,” he growled. “I don’t—”

You stroked him once, so teasingly slow, watching his head fall back against the pillow. He bit the inside of his cheek, refusing to give you the satisfaction of a sound, but his hips betrayed him with a helpless thrust into your hand.

Did he know how beautiful he looked like this? His blond hair spread over the pillow, cheeks flushed and eyes blown. Delicious.

“Don’t what?” you asked, tone mocking as your thumb swept across the tip, smearing precum. “Don’t make you moan like this?”

His chest rose fast and uneven. “I don’t mo—” the word broke into a whimper as you twisted your wrist, dragging another pulse of heat through his body. He clenched his jaw so hard it trembled.

“Pathetic,” you whispered and his cock jerked in your hand.

The first orgasm was ripped from him, violent and unwilling, a bitten off groan spilling out as his back arched. Hot and messy across your hand, his release painted his stomach.

He went rigid, shuddering, eyes glazed with disbelief that you’d broken him so quickly.

“Scheiße, wait. Stop, I can’t,” he gasped, but your strokes never faltered.

“Yes, you can,” you purred, tightening your grip, dragging him through the oversensitivity until his thighs shook.

He sobbed, the sound catching in his throat, a single tear sliding down his temple. “Please, it’s too much, please, I—”

You ignored him, pumping him back to hardness. So fucking cruel. Each stroke had him writhing, torn between pushing up into your hand and squirming away from the unbearable pleasure. When you leaned down to bite along his rose tattoo, he finally broke with a loud, desperate moan. One hand tugging at the sheets, the other trapped in your hold.

“Say it,” you demanded against his skin.

His lip trembled, pride still clinging. “Say what?”

You squeezed, sharp and firm. His body jerked. “That you’re mine,” you said.

He shook his head, eyes wet. “N-no, I—” you dragged your thumb over his slit, edging him with slow torture. His hips bucked, a sob choking out of him. “Scheiße, scheiße. Yours, please—”

He came again, messy and ruined, crying through it, begging for it to stop even as his cock twitched greedily in your hand.

You didn’t stop. You stroked him raw, over and over, until he was shaking so hard he could barely breathe, until his voice was hoarse from crying, until the proud striker laid beneath you nothing more than a sobbing, overstimulated mess.

When you finally let him go, kissing his sweat slicked forehead, his chest heaved against yours. His voice was a broken whisper.

“Pathetic,” he repeated your word back at himself, choking on a half-sob, half-moan.

Thinking about men who have a disgusting size kink.

“You sure you can handle this, baby?” he murmurs, voice low and thick with heat, eyes raking over your trembling body. His hand wraps slowly around the base of his cock — big, heavy, flushed dark, leaking at the tip.

You swallow hard. He watches you with that smirk again — the one he wears when he knows he’s too much.

“You’re always actin’ so innocent,” he growls, slowly stroking himself, eyes flickering between your legs. “But every time I pull this out, you look at me like you’re starvin’.”

You whimper, hips shifting instinctively. He chuckles darkly.

“Fuckin’ love how tiny you are,” he whispers, pushing your thighs open, rough hands dwarfing your waist. “Love how your pretty little pussy struggles to take me.”

He lines himself up, rubbing the thick head against your entrance, groaning when he feels just how wet you are.

“Look at that,” he mutters, pressing in a fraction. “Barely inside, and you’re already twitchin’.”

Your breath hitches as the stretch burns, overwhelming but addictive. Your hands grip his forearms, nails digging in.

“F-Fuck—”

“I got you,” he grits, voice wrecked with restraint. “C’mon. Let me in. Be a good girl and open up f’me.”

He pushes deeper, inch by inch, groaning as you clamp down, gasping under him. “Goddamn… you feel that? That’s all me, baby.” he places a large hand on your lower stomach, pressing down so you feel every inch that's entering you. You claw at his chest, spewing nonsense, tears staining your cheeks at the impossible stretch.

It shouldn't be humanly possible to be this big. He taps your cheek, bringing you back. "You with me? Stay with me, doll. I know it hurts, it'll feel better very soon"

You nod desperately, legs trembling around his hips.

“Yeah,” he whispers against your ear, thrusting just enough to make your body jolt. “Take it. Take all of me like the perfect fuckin’ girl you are.”

.☘︎ ݁˖ synopsis : life with your husband

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ content + warnings : timeskip! au, domestic fluff, fem! reader | ft. isagi, bachira, rin, sae, nagi, reo, kunigami 𓏲ּ𝄢 author note .ᐟ hi everyone >.< this is my first writing piece on here but i hope i met all your standards. sorry if it's kinda short! i comtemplated on adding some suggestive themes in here but i decided to keep it all cutesy.. soo for my next one i might add some smut. keep in tune! also idk if i like this layout..

ISAGI YOICHI ─ life with him feels steady, intentional, chosen.

he’s the type of husband who overthinks everything — including how to make you happiest

there's one specific night where you wake up at 2am and he's not in bed. you shuffle to the living room only to find him at the table, notebook open and scribbling. "isagi..?" he looks startled then sheepish. "i was just.. planing something." it's a colour-coded schedule for your anniversary week. reservations, gift ideas, backup plans in case it rains. you laugh and he turns red. he didn't want to mess it up.

he always pulls you closer unconsciously when you're walking together, especially in crowded places (i imagine his strategist brain calculating potential obstacles lol)

after matches, no matter how exhausted he is, he looks for you first in the stands. every single time

kisses your forehead when he's deep in thought. most of the time he doesn't even realise he's doing it

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BACHIRA MEGURU ─ life with him feels colorful, unpredictable, alive.

your house is never quiet

he cooks with music blasting, dancing around the kitchen, pulling you in mid-chorus even if you're holding a knife

one time you're stressed, sitting on the floor surrounded by papers. he crouches in front of you, tilts his head, and gently bumps his forehead against yours. "monster says you need a break." then he drags you outside at 10pm to look at the stars like it's the most urgent thing in the world.

he traces random shapes on your palm while talking. it's basically habitual now

calls you weirdly specific pet names like "my favourite human" or "tiny cupcake"

when he smiles at you ─ that bright, childlike grin ─ it's softer than how he smiles at anyone else

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ITOSHI RIN ─ life with him feels intense. private. deeply rooted.

married life with rin is quiet but not cold

he wakes up earlier than you but stays in bed

you don't know this until one morning you pretend to be asleep. he brushes your hair away from your face and just.. looks at you.

he doesn't say "i love you" often. instead he fixes things before you even notice they're broken

one evening you're arguing ─ not yelling, just tense. you start to walk away and he grabs your wrist, not hard, but just enough to stop you. "don't leave when we're not finished." it wasn't controlling, but desperate almost. he needs resolution.

he rests his chin on your head when you're sitting together. a subtle form of possession

the only time he smirks is when you're flustered

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ITOSHI SAE ─ life with him feels secure, powerful, chosen.

he pretends he's unaffected by marriage, but he's definitely lying

public affection is minimal yet somehow his hand is always on small of your back. guiding and grounding

once, at a formal event, someone flirts with you. sae doesn't say a word. just wraps his arm around your waist and presses a slow kiss to your temple. it was territorial, silent and obviously effective.

at home though? he sits behind you on the couch, long legs caging you in, chin on your shoulder while you scroll through your phone

"you're cute when you're focused."

buys you expensive things but acts like it's no big deal (because it really isn't for him)

the only time he laughs freely is when you say something ridiculous without even meaning to

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NAGI SEISHIRO ─ life with him feels soft, warm, effortless.

he absolutely tried to skip the wedding planning

"sounds like a hassle.." but the second you looked overwhelmed, he sighed and took over the vendor calls.

he's clingy, but lazily

you'll be cooking and suddenly there's a weight on your back. it's magi draped over you like a blanket. "don't move. comfy."

he falls asleep on you constantly

once you tell him you're feeling insecure. he blinks at you slowly, then pulls your face closer. "why? you married me. you already won." deadpan and completely serious.

texts you "u alive?" when you haven't replied in 20 minutes

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MIKAGE REO ─ life with him feels luxurious, devoted, intentional.

being married to reo means never having to worry about anything

he remembers everything. every anniversary, every tiny preference

you once casually mentioned liking a specific brand of perfume. it's waiting on your vanity two days later.

he loves showing you off, but never in a way that feels objectifying. more like pride

he comes home late from practice one night and sees you asleep on the couch, waiting for him. he kneels down and brushes your hair back while whispering: "don't wait up next time.. i'll always come home to you."

he absolutely spoils you. unapologetically

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KUNIGAMI RENSUKE ─ life with him feels safe, steady, strong.

domestic kunigami is criminally underrated idc

he cooks, like actually cooks. balanced meals, protein counted and all that

you're sitting on the counter while he chops vegetables, sleeves rolled up and forearms flexing. he notices you staring. "what?" you just smile. he looks down and blushes immediately.

he trains hard but alway makes time for you. discipline extends to love too

one night during a storm, the power goes out. you instinctively reach for him. he wraps a jacket around your shoulders and lights candles without a word. (talk about protector energy lol).

he holds you like you're something precious which you undoubtedly are to him

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