girl- i'm a absolute whore for tagameđ« whenever you get the chance ofc, can you do head cannons on how they are in a relationship?
taken by jo togame.
or, what heâs like in a relationship, featuring: jo togame
a/n: yesssss another togame whore! pls, calling all togame whores, congregate to my blog. pls pls pls. still struggling with our power, but i wanted to try to get at least something out to yâall babes. ps, some of these headcanons were inspired by @togament (I hope thatâs okay babes!) she recently presented some togame headcanons that just fit so well that I canât help but adopt them myself.
post edit: also, babes, Iâm fuckin speechless because we are five away from 300 followers â like??? our little family is growing so rapidly and I just love all of yâall to bits <33
c/w: this has nsfw headcanons yâall, so just heed that, fluff, relationship headcanons, sfw headcanons, fem!reader, implied height difference
the first thing to understand about jo togame is that when he falls, he falls hard. he falls in love with every little thing about you â even before entering a relationship, he has fallen for you, and thus his attention is always on you, so itâs inevitable that he will pick up on all your habits and quirks. it isnât that he tucks these away as ammunition to embarrass you; in fact, the only way he will embarrass you with these is when he jets into excruciating detail about just how much he loves them.
and togame is doing this near constantly.
most times, itâs completely random â heâll just spout off at the mouth over the tiniest things.
âyour sneezes are so cute. they remind me of a kitten.â
âyouâre scrunching your nose again. adorable.â
âdid you know that your ears turn red when you blush? itâs lovely.â
this ability of togameâs to pinpoint every little detail about you also extends to changes in appearance â even those that arenât drastic.
you wear your hair just slightly different than usual? oh, heâs talking about it. a lot. (more than likely noting how cute it is or how much it suits you)
you decide to change up your perfume for the day? his nose has already picked out every single nuance within the scent.
you decide to don dangle earrings instead of studs? expect him to run his fingers over them and compliment them.
on that same token, if ever you wished for a hypeman, congratulations. togame is your hype man one hundred percent.
you know how some guys may freak out or become hella possessive if they see their girl going out in booty shorts and a revealing top? not togame. nope. heâs on you like fire to wood, kissing all over you and gushing about how sexy his girl is.
this doesnât mean togame doesnât get possessive; he does. very much so. despite being chill and seemingly uncaring about your appearance, heâs the most possessive man youâll ever interact with. togame just doesnât see the sense in freaking out about you showing off your body a little.
after all, itâs such a treat to see you glowing with confidence, to see you comfortable enough in your own skin to don such attire â itâs all heâs ever wanted, for you to see yourself in the same way he sees you. sexy and cute and beautiful.
just donât let another man look at you for too long. or try to talk to you. or cat call you. togame is losing his shit before you can even blink.
letâs just say heâs sent more than one man to the icu because of instances such as these.
violence aside, togame is a pure gentleman. you know, the type who opens and closes your car door, or walks you all the way to your front door, or pulls out your chair for you, the type who, at the end of the night, plants kisses in places that have you feeling giddy and flustered â such as your palm or inner wrist.
you know that trend of handing someone an orange and seeing if they will peel it for you? togame will peel it for you. except, heâll be grabbing it from your hand the second you pick it up to peel it for you.
it doesnât matter if youâre struggling to open something or not â togame simply takes it upon himself to open it for you. snacks, drinks, peelable fruits, it doesnât matter. donât even think about giving your little hands exercise when heâs around.
speaking of peeling things, togame likes to peel your clothes off of you. slowly. he likes to enjoy the sight of your bare skin revealing itself to him gradually (especially so if youâre laid out across his mattress, flustered and breathing heavily and so needy for him) and itâs as arousing as it is torturous. also, donât try to hide parts of your body from him; he prefers to be gentle with you, but he will use his strength on you if need be.
togame doesnât fuck you. togame makes love to you. togame wants you to feel the depth of his adoration in everything he does â in every slow roll of his hips, in every open-mouthed kiss he litters your body with, in every softly breathed word against your skin. he wants you to feel it until youâre so full of it you may explode (it is not uncommon for his message to reach you so deeply that you start tearing up).
though, if youâre in desperate need of a good fuck, togame will deliver that too. and, oh, heâs ruthless with it. all harsh thrusts and bruising holds, filth spat directly into your ear and kisses so sloppy that youâre drenched in your spit and his.
this, ironically, happens the most just after heâs sent a man to the icu for becoming too bold with his woman.
and since weâre on this track, letâs talk about the way togame kisses. oh, lord, your ovaries wonât be able to handle it.
because togame kisses you like youâre the only girl in the world. like youâre something so precious that he canât imagine a universe in which his lips arenât fastened to yours.
heâs the type to cup your nape, cheek or jaw and guide you to his lips. itâs always so soft at the start â a mere press of his mouth to yours. but it doesnât stay that way. because within moments, togame is coaxing your lips and tongue into his rhythm, slow and languid and driven by such passion that itâs overwhelming.
togame tends to smile a lot, too. or breathe happy little sighs directly into your mouth. when togame kisses you, itâs as if the action has produced a bubble around the two of you â all background noise fades, and time slows to a crawl, until all you can focus on is this moment. itâs easy to get lost within togame, to get lost in his taste and rhythm, to get lost in the moment itself.
even seconds-long kisses feel like century-long embraces.
this sentiment applies to all affectionate embraces â hugs from togame are the absolute best. his arms wrap around you and engulf you in his body, until all you can sense is togame. his warmth, his scent, his heartbeat. his feelings. itâs all there, detailed in every twitch of his muscles.
togame is the best big spoon, as well. he tends to curl his body around yours completely, with one arm shoved beneath the pillow and the other draped around your waist. he also likes to nudge his leg between yours, until his thick thigh is nestled right against your core and your thighs are spread over his. itâs surprisingly comfortable and relieves a lot of aches â especially in the days that aunt flo makes a visit.
all in all, there is one sentiment that is displayed brazenly in every single thing togame does â and thatâs that he loves you boldly and unapologetically. being taken by jo togame is truly the best flex in your arsenal.
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1â900 â you donât want this shit.
or, thatâs the first and last time they ever touch you, featuring: bofurin + shishitoren
a/n: Iâve been listening to this song (1-900 by speed gang) on repeat for the past day, and even tho it doesnât fit the theme of the song I canât help but imagine scenarios of the windbre boys becoming possessive because a man gets too handsy with their girl while listening to it.
note: Iâm also trying out a new headcanon format so I can try to fit more characters in by using umbrella descriptions (wonât make sense until you actually see it). this format was actually inspired by @penny-for-thots. I swear Iâm not trying to steal your style babes, your formatting just looked so compact and tidy and I adored it! if it bothers you pls let me know. I donât want to make you uncomfy or make you feel like Iâm stealing from you!
c/w: fem!reader, touchy!creeps, jealous!boys, possessive/protective!boys, language, established relationships, headcanon blurbs (some are longer than others, oops)
âł hands thrown. no hesitation. no explanation. heâs blinded by pure possessive rage. you touched whatâs his, and now youâre dead.
sakura haruka is sending the creep flying before you can even blink. heâs never been good at reigning in his emotions, especially those that are intense; and seeing that man put his hands on you so brazenly, with absolutely no consideration to who you are as a person or that you clearly werenât interested set him off like nothing else. so donât be surprised if you have to tend to his split knuckles because he ended up whaling on the creep even after he was knocked out by his initial blow. you also may have to step out of sakuraâs earshot and call the local morgue to ensure they hadnât received any new bodies â just in case.
choji tomiyama will beat his ass with a smile on his face. itâs difficult to tell what choji is feeling at any moment because that smile seems to be permanently etched onto his lips, even in moments that anyone else would have taken a much different expression â but one simple look at his eyes and the way he moves can tell you everything. upon seeing someone else put their hands on you, chojiâs eyes darken and his body moves faster, and thereâs far more force and malice behind his punches and kicks than normal. his blows are connecting with the sole goal of knocking the life out of the creep, and if it wasnât for the fact that he could see your face out of the corner of his eye â horrified, worried, needing him â choji would most certainly succeed in that goal. he most definitely beat the man to an inch of his life, though.
ren kajiâs beloved strawberry sucker is dropped to the ground just as fast as the creep is. kajiâs in motion immediately, overcome by a rage so fierce that he fears he wonât be able to reign it in â he knows he looks like a monster, whaling on the man and screaming insults, but he canât help it. heâs never been so enraged; and heâs never felt so satisfied and comfortable letting that side out. heâs protecting whatâs his, reminding not only the creep but everyone else in the vicinity that youâre his, and that you are under the protection of a monster. the only thing that stops kajiâs assault of the man is your soft hands placing his headphones atop his head and your warm chest pressing into his back as you embrace him from behind after.
âł violence is most definitely considered, but barely held back. heâll give the creep one chance to back off; but if he doesnât, heâll be praying he took the mercy when it was offered.
hajime umemiya can barely restrain himself from from absolutely ripping the man apart. the second he saw the manâs hand connect with your supple flesh, umemiyaâs vision was colored red â but heâs not the type to start a brawl in the middle of town, especially not for something that he knows many would consider so trivial. but rest assured, it is in his mind, eddying beneath his muscles and causing his grip on the manâs wrist to be harsh enough to break bone. umemiyaâs voice is smooth and calm when he asks (demands) the man to back off, but itâs also dark and threatening; enough so that the man nearly pisses himself and stumbles a few times trying to scamper away.
suo hayato is calm individual. heâs unfazed by many things, and heâs an absolute expert at ruffling feathers â and for the most part, this demeanor of his isnât even forced. it just comes to him naturally, comfortably, as if heâd been doing it since he was born. but when he sees those grubby fingers wrap around your dainty wrist and watches the man try to pull your supple body into his, that easy-going demeanor of his changes instantly. his calm is still completely natural, but itâs dangerous now. sharper. threatening. the smile on his face is off putting rather than gentle as he slaps the manâs hand away by the wrist.
âIâll ask you politely to please not touch people without their permission.â suo drawls smoothly, almost kindly; but heâs in no way asking. suo is commanding the man to step away. despite having a few inches over suo in terms of both height and width, the man cowers back from the aura pouring out of your boyfriend. although suo did greatly desire to assault the man, he was ultimately glad that the man backed away. suo didnât want you to see that side of him; it was quite ugly and scary.
hiragi toma is mildly impressed with himself when he just barely manages to refrain bowling the man down with a carefully aimed punch. the absolute rage he felt inside had only just lost to his desire to remain a pillar of justice and strength in the eyes of the community â and in your eyes. but hiragi had no qualms with verbally lashing at the man, even shouting and threatening him to never touch you again unless he wants to lose his hands. above all else, hiragi doesnât want to scare you; he just doesnât see how much you like witnessing this jealous, protective side of him.
âł that prick doesnât even get the chance to touch you. heâs stepping in the second the manâs hand reaches out to you.
jo togame is a possessive person. he hates the term, but the protectiveness he feels for you is too close to extreme to be labeled as anything else. when you arenât in his sight, togame starts to go crazy. his mind whirrs and his muscles tingle, screaming out to him to locate you and safeguard you. he just needs to know youâre safe, and, on a deeper and more insecure level, needs to know that youâre still his. so itâs only natural that when youâre out and about, togame is right there. for the most part, togameâs sheer size and formidable build discourages any man from getting too close to you, but there are some that are ballsy enough to approach â such as the one who decided he could try his luck at grasping your hand to âget a closer look at your pretty bracelet.â togameâs own hand is shooting out before his brain can even register heâs doing it, knocking the manâs outstretched hand away harshly.
âyou can look at it from there.â togame deadpans, emerald eyes glaring daggers at the man in front of him. the man is obviously put off by togameâs aggression but also trying desperately to feign indifference. he gives a halfhearted, sloppily blubbered excuse as to why he needs to get going, and when he scampers off, itâs with a tad more haste than what you were sure he meant to showcase.
togame had succeeded in keeping unwanted hands off of you, but now he has to spend the next hour listening to you gush and tease him about how cute he is when heâs jealous.
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â.Ë áĄŁđ© đđđđđ-đ đđđđđđđ â togame jo x f!reader.
your boyfriend canât help but feel jealous despite being the one to help you win your favorite XL plushie at round one.
1.1K WC. sfw / fluff, arcade, photo booth, harmless jealousy, you wear his jacket, kisses n hugs <3 , reader characterized as wearing lip gloss, being shorter than him, & addressed w she/her, pet names: âdoll,â âpretty girl,â âhis girl,â etc
âeverything okay, jo?â
you miss the small huff from your boyfriend when you plop beside him, arms stretched as far as possible in a futile attempt to hold your XXL plushie above the arcade grounds.
togameâs eyes shift your direction, silently taking in the adorable sight of youâ figure swallowed up whole by his old shishitoren jacket, your hands barely able to peek through the sleeves as you cling onto your newest obsession. this image of you would look so cute in these photo strips, he thinks, if not for the large mass of a cat blocking the view of his pretty girl.
ââm fine, doll,â togame slows, âbutâŠyouâre not gonna leave that thing out there?â he gestures towards the curtain.
itâs silly. only five minutes ago, you were clinging onto his biceps, pouty lips jutting out as you whined about the claw machines being rigged. so of course, he did what every good boyfriend would have done and won the damned thing for youâ on his first try, he notes, but thatâs beside the point.
âyouâre the best,â you had cooed into his ear, balancing your hands on his chest as you went on your toes to place a gentle peck on his cheek as thanks. he can practically feel it all over againâ the way the heat rushed straight to the tips of his ears and the way his lips couldnât resist curling into the faintest little grin from the affection.
of course, it was no problem for him, he thought. never a problemâ anything for his girl. he likes to see that happy smile of yours 24/7.
but ever since that thing has been introduced into your life, your attention has been elsewhere.
not on him anymore.
how to get rid of it, he ponders.
âno way iâd put him outsideâ you retort with a dramatic gasp, âyou won this for me after all. iâve been wanting this one for so long.. and it would suck to have him get all dirty.â
you missed the disappointed click of his tongue as you whip out your pocket mirror, puckering your lips to check if you needed more gloss. usually for photos, more is betterâ and you want to make doubly sure youâre cute in these because youâre confident heâs going to be carrying them around.
you think the cherry one you have in your bag would be best suited with the lighting, and togame had said you look pretty in that one too. the wide variety of glosses piled up in your little purse was a habit youâve developed since meeting togameâ because boys (or at least this one) just seem to eat it off coincidentally every time you reapply it.
âmmâŠokay,â you hum to yourself, glittery applicator gliding slowly over your bottom lip. âyou ready jo? you picked the one that lets us take two pictures, right?â
with a mildly sulky noise of agreement, a long arm comes to wrap around your shoulder, pulling you into his side in one movement. âready when you are.â
the camera lights up, and he perks up a bit when you lean into his touch, breathing in the comforting smell of his shampoo. to his relief, you seem to have momentarily forgotten about your plush, the monstrosity of a cat just barely hidden under the photoâs frame as you check your hair in the camera in front.
âooh, we only have three seconds!â you grin, âsmile, jo!â
and he does. as much as a jealous rottweiler could muster anywaysâ because the moment the flash goes off, youâre already moving off of him to grab your cat, rambling about how to include the thing in the next snap. âwouldnât it be cute if i rest my chin on it? or would it be cuter if i hug it super tightly?â
he frowns. in a perfect world, you would be clinging onto him instead, repeating the words you told him earlierâ you know, when you said he was the best.
he really wants that kind of attention again.
âdollâŠ..â his eyes narrow at the cat as you set it on your lap now, arms squeezed tightly around the thing. you didnât hear him.
so he repeats the pet name, leaning forward as his fingers come to tuck a stray bit of hair behind your ears. it catches your attention, finally, and his breath gets caught in this throat when you look at him once again.
âhm? you okay, jo?â
âtiredâŠ..â he mutters, not sure exactly how just one glance from you has his heart beating this much faster.
âtired? thereâs just one more photo! itâs gonna take it soon, actually. are you ready?â
he really doesnât want that cat in it, he thinks. togame has been wanting keep a photo of you in his pocket, a physical reminder of just how gorgeous his girl is, or you know, something that would make him feel as if you were beside him at all times.
it was his idea to visit the photo booth in the first place, and he refuses to miss this opportunity.
âhold on,â he grunts as he reaches out to suddenly grab you underneath your shoulders, cat accidentally bouncing off your lap and onto the floor as you gasp. âah-what are you doing?â you mull, hands instinctively grabbing onto his strong shoulders as he seats you onto his lap, âthe catâs gonna be all dirty.â
ââm tired of hearing âbout the damned cat.â
and before you can protest, thereâs the beep of the photo countdown, and youâre being pulled into a suffocating hug, barely able to gasp out a âoofâ t-too tight jo!â before the flash goes off.
the booth plays a short melody as the sound of the printer starts up. âah, itâs done,â he muses, relaxed eyes now gazing ahead at the screenâ perfect.
your eyes narrow at the sudden change in behavior, your mopey boyfriend suddenly perking up just seconds after he had practically tossed your plushie onto the dusty floor himself.
a gear in your mind shifts, and it suddenly clicks.
âjoâŠwere you jealous of my cat?â
his eyes widen a bit before his glance shifts away from you, eyebrows furrowing a bit.
âwasnât jealous or anything like that, dollâ he mumbles.
thereâs a short pause.
âjust thought it woulda been unnecessary to bring that thing hereââ his frown deepens, âwhen you have me here.â
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togame hates his dimples.
he hates how they bring attention to his face, to him, whenever he laughs or smiles. heâs pretty shy so having people point at him and bring attention to whatever heâs doing makes him want to dart. if he doesnât want to be perceived, he doesnât want to be perceived, damn it. best he could do is a lazy smile that barely reaches his eyes. more than that, well⊠you gotta throw hands with him first.
you however, absolutely LOVE them. sometimes, you glance at him whenever choji does something silly and a hint of his dimples show through. he always manages to catch you staring though, a half assed smirk ghosts his features just to hide it all behind a hand. heâs thankful he could hide behind his sunglasses â heâs blushing again.
youâll get him next time.
oh but the first time heâs ever let his guard down and actually smiled was when he first kissed you. heâs waited for you for so long â now that he has you, heâs letting his guard down. first thing you saw when you pulled away was him smiling brightly, eyes soft and blissed out. god if you could see the look on your face. togame was absolutely breathless.
leaning closer, you pressed two kisses on each of his blushing cheeks.
but instead of covering them up like he usually does, he only smiled brighter.
of course he pulled you in for more kisses. smiling into it this time. he knows you are too.
he knew heâs yours for eternity right then and there.
togame hates his dimples.
but youâre starting to make him learn to hate them a little less.
ౚৠËâ.Ë áĄŁđ©
a/n: hhhgrgrkk dimpled togame agenda is a go. also ofc this isnât proof read. hhhehe mwah ty for reading bb
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Even though heâs spent years being a professional volleyball player, his hands were oh so gentle. From the way he held you close while sleeping, to the way he softly cupped your face, wiping away your tears, to the way he held your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. He makes it better by kissing them to show you how much love he has for you. And you wouldnât have it any other way
Hinata, Bokuto, Ushijima, Kageyama, Atsumu, Suna, Kiyoomi, Oikawa, Tsukishima, Hoshiumi (+ your fav)
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Baby fever
word count; 979 â f!reader, suggestive
It was way past ten in the evening by the time you and your husband, Bokuto Koutarou, walked through the doors of your home. Youâre both absolutely spent and still undeniably giddy, all from being around children the whole evening.
About a month ago, Kuroo came to Bokuto with a proposition. He wanted to set up a special class with an MSBY player who could spend a few hours teaching children who were interested in volleyball. Keep the spark alive.
Koutarou was beaming with joy throughout the whole thing, mostly following the script he practised with Kuroo beforehand, even though he definitely went off track a couple of times. You helped him with preparation of course, and when the day finally came, you just had to join them. Standing on the sidelines, you mostly helped with picking up stray balls and managing the children. Your husbandâs eyes met yours every now and then, which felt like a silent conversation between the two of you. Both with stars in your eyes.
You finally got home and dropped your bags by the door to deal with later. While Koutarou kissed your cheek and then headed to the toilet, you headed straight to the kitchen to prepare some food. The smile on your face just wouldnât rub off as you prepared ingredients, feeling the stir in your stomach when thinking back to how Koutarou looked handling those young children. One particular image of him holding a little girl in his arms seemed to be recurring.
In the bathroom, Koutarou was the same as you. There was a dazed smile on his face as he stared in the mirror, splashing his face with cold water as if it would rub this feeling off. Your soft voice was ringing in his ears, images of you playing with some kids who were waiting for their turn replaying in his mind.
The two of you had baby fever.
Koutarou walked into the kitchen, knowing youâd want food before showering and heading to bed. He skipped over to where you stood by the counter, softly pressing kisses to your neck and letting his hands roam over your hips and stomach. âNeed help?â he asked.
You leaned into his touches for a moment before carefully putting the knife down beside the rest of the uncut vegetables. âIf you finish this, I can start with the rest,â you said and kissed his cheek before moving over to the stove, pulling out a pan and cooking the meat.
Koutarou got right to it, a little clumsily cutting what you needed. âDid you see that one kid who wouldnât stop kicking the ball?â he chuckled, glancing at you between cutting. That one sentence was all it took to raise the energy in the room.
âYes! I think his parents should try him out for soccer instead.â you giggled. Does he feel it too? âBut that other kid who he hung out with totally reminded me of you!â you said, explaining in detail how the kid reminded you of your husband when he cheered obnoxiously loud every time he got the ball over the net. Koutarou laughed loudly, putting the knife down. He gathered the chopped vegetables in his hands and scooped them over to you, dropping them in the pan.
âWhat about that girl, the one who challenged him? You have to admire her guts,â he said, wiping his hands off on his pants and sliding them around you again as you cooked everything. You agreed with what he said and leaned into his touch again. You and Koutarou were happily married, both with stable jobs and a big house. Who could blame you for thinking a little version of each of you would fit in perfectly?
âShe was raised well, I think sheâll be a future star in whatever she chooses to do,â you added, chuckle drifting off into the air. It was still unspoken, this fever. However, there was something in the way his hands finally stopped moving, both holding your stomach with his fingertips resting just under the top of your pants. âKouâŠâ you whispered, turning down the heat as the food was almost done, so you could turn halfway to him and look at his face. His eyes immediately searched yours. âWhat would you want, a girl or a boy?â Of course, you had talked about kids before, and you knew before marrying each other that you both wanted them in your future. Is now that future?
He smiled wide, the kind of bright smile only he has, in your opinion. His lips met yours for a kiss, deepening it by brushing his tongue against your lips. He only pulled away when he had to for breath. âEither way, theyâll be perfect,â he said as if it was the easiest thing. âAre we almost discussing what I think weâre almost discussing?â he asked, a reference from Modern Family, which you often had playing on your TV as background noise.
You smiled even wider, an ache starting between your legs as his hands moved around to your ass so he could pull you chest to chest. âWouldnât it be kind of perfect now?â
Koutarou turned off the stove and moved the food off the heat before putting his hands back on you. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â You squealed his name as he picked you up, supporting your thighs and letting you kiss him silly while he carried you to the bedroom. He ignored any protests you had about the food getting cold, insisting you could heat it up again later.
âYouâll look so beautiful, Iâll take such good care of you. All of you,â he promised, putting you on the bed and crawling over you.
âHow many are you thinking, mister?â you giggled.
âAs many as youâll give me.â
âLetâs start with one, my love.â
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Okay since it's been a while since the last time I requested fics, so here you goo~
Muichiro x Reader as parents! Taking care of their three children (two boys as twins and the other one is younger is a girl)
-yah? Or nah?
đ€đ€đ€.
OMFFFGGG. YESSSSSS~! Letâs gooo, Mui is a baby daddy and he makes a good papa, everybody can fight me on that point
Once again, Mui is aged up to adulthood for this!
Tokito Muichiro- Three Little Kittens
Muichiro is doing his best to be a father to his trio of children. He doesnât know how to play with children but he is very adaptable and he has a vivid imagination, despite having his childhood taken away from him
Muichiro asks Tanjiro for parental advice, most of the time since he trusts him intently. He even borrows books on how to tell when his baby is hungry and when they arenât
Muichiro is extremely protective over his sons and daughter. He wants to make sure they can have the life he never did have, so he always tries to build a safe and loving environment for his children
Muichiro feels his heart crack in both pride and grief when he first learns he has having twins. How lucky can you and him be? Twins! A identical twin has given birth to fraternal twins⊠he still loves his sons dearly and he doesnât let his grief over Yuichiro ruin his connection with them
Muichiro, due to his missing leg, isnât that capable of playing with his kids as a normal father could but he still tries. He loves playing the monster chasing his twins and he loves to scoop them up into a big bear hug
Muichiro passes down the teachings he remembers from his parents and older brother onto his children; be kind but be realistic. He has you all living in a identical cabin to the one of his childhood. In the safety of the forest
Muichiro is always attached to your side when you were pregnant and he is stuck like glue to his children; all throughout their years. From newborn to twenty, he is clingy and never lets them wonder around the forest alone
Muichiro treats his twin sons differently to his daughter; he playfights with his twins and teaches them to help him chop wood whilst with he views his daughter as a princess and spoils her with her favourite kimonos. Though, he doesnât view either of the three higher than each other, all are equal
Muichiro always places you four over him, despite him being handicapped. If you, his wife or his children are hungry, heâll give his food to them. If you or the kids need more blankets, he will give them his blanket. His family is his lifeline and he will protect them with his own life
Muichiro is a supportive and encouraging husband and father, all at once. He will never be overly-strict or cruel. He deals out punishment when needed, he argues over right opinions whilst he is sweet and eager every other time
Muichiro is doing his best, at the end of the day! Teach him when he does wrong and he will improve
The credit of the art above, goes to the incredible artist hana_ni_nare_haru_yo_koi, please go support him/her/them!
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It's the strangest thing Kuroo's ever heard you say.
He's not sure he heard you right so he asks you to repeat yourself and you do, more derisively than last time.
"I woke up happy by accident."
Kuroo frowns. "How does someone wake up happy by accident?"
"Seriously, Tetsu?" You scoff, eyes narrowing at him though you're just on the phone. "Because I had an amazing dream but then I woke up alone. Again."
"Kitten-"
"No," you snap. "Don't kitten me. There's no amount of affection you can slather on to make up for the amount of time you've been gone."
Kuroo makes a frustrated sound. "You know how important this-"
"This special match" -your voice curls venomously- "is. Yes, TetsurĆ, I'm aware. But are you aware of how many times you were here to have dinner with me before you left to go gallivanting across the globe? Because I can tell you exactly how many times! THREE."
"But that's-"
"OVER A SIX WEEK PERIOD KUROO!" You're shouting now, clutching the phone so hard your arm is trembling and there's a silence from Kuroo; you're not sure if it's because you used his last name or the point has finally hit him.
You're near tears.
"HOW LONG, KUROO. HOW LONG WILL IT BE LIKE THIS!?" Your eyes angrily rove the apartment that's been quiet for too long. Too absent of Kuroo's signature laugh and cheeky spirit. "You leave for work before I wake up. You barely get home in time to say goodnight. You keep saying it's just for the special match but it's already been like this...H-How..." you sniffle, failing to hold back the tears, "how long is it going to be like this?"
"I'm doing this for us!"
"Bullshit," you retort, crying. "You can tell me you're doing this for us all you want but you're not fooling me. You're doing this for yourself."
Kuroo doesn't respond.
"You promised me a good life, TetsurĆ..." Your heart's heavier than it's ever been before, face crumpling with sadness as you cry. "But a good life is one with you in it."
You look down at the ring on your finger, white gold shining in the lamplight.
"I don't want to forget what it's like to be with you, Tetsu..." You swallow thickly. "And I'm afraid I will."
Kuroo stays silent but a car honks in the background, someone shouts in Spanish.
"I need to go to bed. Good night TetsurĆ," you say and hang up before he has a chance to respond.
~
"Seriously Kenma...Wouldn't you be more comfortable at home?" You side-eye the gamer next to you on the couch. "You know, with all of your streaming gear? Your comfortable gaming chair? And your webcam?"
The blonde shrugs and replies in his soft voice. "It's okay to mix it up a bit. People watch for the gameplay anyway."
Your eyes narrow but before you can reply there's a jangle of keys and a moment later the door's hastily thrown open, your husband nearly falling into the apartment.
His hair's even more of a mess than it usually is. The bags under his eyes rival the battered backpack he throws down and his eyes are more bloodshot than Kenma's
but he's here.
Your heart leaps into your throat and you forget to breathe for a moment as he unceremoniously yanks off his dress shoes without tying them.
"Tetsu? What are you doing here? I thought you were going to be gone for another week?"
He doesn't answer you. Nearly tripping over himself he clumsily lopes across the apartment and throws his arms around your shoulders, falling to his knees in front of you.
His words come out muffled, buried against your neck but you still hear them.
"I'm sorry."
Your eyes widen in shock, arms hanging limply at your sides.
He clutches you tighter. "I'm so sorry...For everything. You were right. About it all. And I'm sorry. You're more important to me than anything--everything--else."
Your heart squeezes in your chest as you realize that you've only texted each other since that fight a few days ago.
And even though you know he'll probably have to head out in a few days to finish his recruiting for the special all-stars match, you love him too much to deny yourself the serenity of being together again.
You hug him back.
As soon as your arms wrap around him he starts to cry.
He reeks of sweat and travel.
His suit feels like it's been slept in.
But he's the only person you want to hug right now.
"I love you, Tetsu," you murmur all too aware of the person next to you on the couch.
"I love you, too," he tearily mumbles back and clings to you like a life raft.
After a long, much-needed embrace you encourage him to go shower and mentally run through a list of take-out places still open right now.
"Kenma, I'm gonna order--Are you going somewhere?" You frown in confusion, turning to the gamer after Kuroo leaves the room.
"Yeah. Home." Kenma tries to hide his satisfied little smirk behind his hair as he packs up his laptop.
Pursing your lips, you give him a flat look. "You're not even going to try to disguise it?"
He smiles as he slings his bag over his shoulder. "You already knew Kuroo asked me to come keep you company." He cocks an eyebrow. "Didn't you?"
After a minute you smile wryly. "Yeah. I did."
Kenma glances at the bathroom; the shower's already running.
"What?" you prompt.
Kenma adjusts the strap of his bag. "Thanks."
You tilt your head, brow furrowing. "For what?"
"For wanting him around. For loving him and fighting for it..." Kenma shrugs. "He deserves it." In a mumble he adds "he deserves a good ass-kicking, too, every once in a while."
Your smile doesn't touch your eyes. "Sometimes we all do."
"I guess..." Kenma pauses on his way to the genkan, shyly meeting your eye. "But he deserves to be happy. And you...You make him happy. He's crazy about you and he's willing to fight for you so...thanks. For not giving up on him."
You're too full of feelings to reply with anything more than a teary nod.
Kenma quietly steps into his shoes, softly calling your name as he reaches for the door and meets your eye one more time.
"You deserve to be happy, too."
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calling them with another name (part 2).
kozume kenma, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji
i completely forgot to post this, my bad
here's the part 1!
kozume kenma
a lil suggestive if you squint
âkenâŠâ you called for your boyfriend, who's currently busy with his switch.
âhm?â he hummed, not sparing a glance at you. you pouted and just muttered it's nothing.
you rolled on his bed, not sure how to make your boyfriend, kenma, point his attention to you. it was so hard to find free time for both of you while youâre both in college. while thinking hard, you heard your phone pinged, you lazily reached for it and saw that your friend messaged you.
you immediately opened it and saw that she had sent you a video. it was a tiktok video of a girl calling his boyfriend a different name and seeing his reaction. your friend even said to try it on kenma and see how he will react.
you were reluctant, knowing kenma is too busy playing, you're not sure if he'll even notice that you called him by a different name, but with your friend's persistence, she managed to get you to try it.
well, here goes nothing.Â
you went behind him and rested your head on his arm. he peeked at you a bit but went back to playing again.
will this really work?Â
âhey,â you started, kenma took off the headphone on one of his ears.
âhm?â he asked.
âpay attention to me already.â you whined making him chuckled softly. he just planted a kiss on your head, before going back to playing.
âboo. forget it, you're always busy playing, mitsuo.â you delivered your plan and crawled back on the bed and scrolled through twitter on your phone.
not even a minute passed, kenma took the phone from your hand and he's already on top of you, his arms locking you within his grasp.
you looked at the switch he was just holding a few moments ago and it was just laying there, you made a terrible decision to look him in his eyes. kenma is staring at you as if he's looking through your soul and he's not saying a word.
âk-ken?â you called, your heart starting to beat incredibly fast and your lips forming an awkward smile.
âthat's not what you called me earlier.â he said, every word making your knees feel like they're wobbly.
uhm, hello?! this is not the reaction i thought i would get! what is this?!Â
âke-kenma, what?â you tried to look away from him, but he just made you look at him again.
this is too much for me to handle! i didn't expect kenma to be like this!Â
âkenma, it's just a prank!â you confessed shakily. âhaha.â you smiled at him nervously, your hands waving in front of you.
instead of a confused expression, you saw a smile creeping up on kenma's face. he laid on top of you and cuddled you.
âi know.â he spoke, his voice resonating through your neck's skin.
âhuh?â you asked him confusedly.
âi know you were just playing with me. i saw a lot of videos like that, and i just decided to turn the tables on you.â he explained.
you hit his biceps playfully while telling him how you thought he was mad. he muttered that he was sorry for that and that he's sorry for not giving you enough attention. you guys cuddled up for a bit before it was disturbed by a certain rooster-head.
âkenma, let's go play volââ kuroo slammed open the door of kenma's room and found him cuddling with you.Â
an teasing smile immediately flashed his face, and you heard kenma groaned knowing how kuroo would react.
âoh my~ it seems like i interrupted something. ohoho~â the former captain said, putting a hand on his mouth as if he was a reserved lady.
âshut up, kuroo. leave.â kenma said and buried his face deeper on your neck.
âyes, yes. please don't be too sweet to each other, you might attract ants.â he said before leaving the two of you alone.
oikawa tooruÂ
âbabe,â you heard the same sweet voice call from outside your room just when you finished packing your things.
you looked where the voice came from and oikawa was there standing by the door and waving your way. some girls are glancing at him as they walk past him, but sadly for them, oikawa doesn't notice them, for he's only looking at you. waving and smiling like an idiot.Â
you apologized to him in your mind, because today you'll be doing a prank on him and hopefully you can do this according to your plan.
when you went to him, he immediately kissed you on your forehead and even your hands.
âwhat? you're being extra sweet. did something good happen?â you laughed as you started to walk away with your hands locked with him.
âhm? no, it's just, i suddenly felt happy when i saw my beautiful girlfriend.â he said and suddenly threw himself on you, hugging you in the middle of school grounds, with students walking from all directions to go to their clubs or to go home.
âjeez, people are starinâ ahahaha stop that!â you screamed when oikawa suddenly tickled you.
âhehe, sorry, sorry.â he said and stopped, placing a kiss on you again.
you guys continued to walk before some of his aggressive fan girls arrived. when you two are out of school, you finally decided that it's time to commence the work.
âheyâŠâ you called for his attention. he immediately leaned down to you, still holding your hands. âour anniversary's close, i was thinking, how about we go out of town?â you suggested. oikawa's eyes beamed and smiled at you.
âthat's nice, babe! where should we go? kyoto? kanagawa? ah! how about akita?â oikawa muttered excitedly, and even did actions with his other hand. you smiled at how high tension he is, but you need to focus on your job.
âhaha, i see you're excited about it, shuichi. let's go to my house and discuss it there.â you said and pulled him to your house direction.
oikawa titled his head as you pulled him until he forcefully made his body stop and pulled you too. you looked back at him, with a smile, holding back your loud laugh at seeing his expression.
âwhat?â you asked him, trying to sound normal. he let go of your hands, in the most dramatic way, even letting out an 'ugh' sound.
âno, no, no, i am your babe.â he said pointing his finger at him. you just nodded at him.Â
âyou are my babe.â he followed, you furrowed your brows, but still nodded.
âthen who is this shuichi loser you just called me?! my name is not shuichi and will never be shuichi. ahâ! are you cheating on me?!â he said in one breath, putting both of his hands on your shoulders.
âiââÂ
âno! i need an explanation. i demand an explanation!â he emotionally drew his eyes away from you.
yeah, i was about to explain, but you cut me off.
oh shit. why didn't i take account of how much of a drama queen my boyfriend is?Â
â(y/n), tell me what did i do wroââ
âtooru, it's just a prank.â you plainly said.
âhuh?â he stopped all his movements and let go of your shoulder.
âprank, just a prank.â
âah! how could you?!â he shouted as he put a hand on his chest and turned around.
âi thought it would be a good one, sorry hehe.â you apologized and hugged him from behind. but, oikawa looks at you with a pout and teary eyes.
âi thought i had a heart attack. hmph!â he broke off from your hug and started to walk.
âwhat? tooru, are you going home now?â you asked him as he walked further, but he suddenly stopped and went back to you. âyes?âÂ
âgive me your bag.â he demanded that you complied. when you handed him your things, he ran off again.
âeh? babe?â you called.
âdon't talk to me! go and do your stupid prank on someone else!â he said and grumpily stomped.
âyeah, you're acting as if you're mad and yet you're still going in my house's direction.â you teased and laughed.
âhmph! i still want to go to akita with you, duh?!âÂ
ââduhâ? hahaha! tooru, you're so cute!â you said and ran to him.
akaashi keijiÂ
cuddling with your boyfriend, akaashi keiji, on their couch, while watching anything you two find is a normal routine for the two of you whenever his parents are out or in another town.
but, right now, your beautiful prince is sleeping while you watch the movie you are really looking forward to watching with him. you are sure that he's not asleep because he's tired from practice or that he stayed up late last night, so the only reason he fell asleep is that he got bored watching it.
âkeiji, we haven't even reached the middle part and yet you're already sleeping.â you murmured as you turned off the tv. you lay on top of him and as if he's awake he snaked his arms down your waist, but you're sure that just reflexed, so you put on your earphones and went to tiktok.
scrolling down, your eye was hooked on one video of a girl pranking his boyfriend. should you do to your boyfriend? hmm...Â
after thirty minutes, akaashi woke up to the smell of cookies that you just baked.
âah, good afternoon to you, mister. i was just about to wake you up.â you told him when you saw his eyes wide open when you placed the bowl on the table.
âmhm, i woke up to the aroma.â he said and looked up at the tv. âwhat happened to the movie?â he asked.
âwell, you are already sleeping, so i just turned it off.â you explained. âforget about that, why don't you give these cookies a taste?â you told him and gave him a piece. he took a bite and chewed on it.
âso? how's the taste, yukioââÂ
eh? (y/n), what the hell?! wait, omg. the prank is still on my mind, and i unconsciously said the name that the girl used in the video! i wasn't even planning to do it!Â
âu-uhmâŠâ you nervously scratched your cheeks and took a seat next to him.
âit tastes goodâŠâ akaashi answered. you sighed deeply in your mind, thinking that he's not mad, or so you know.
âhow about thiââ you didn't finish speaking when akaashi talked.
âso, (y/n), who the fuck is this yukio?â he looked at you, and you saw the most serious face you've seen in his face.
huh? i thought i was safe! i thought he'll just let it slip, just as usual.Â
is this what they were talking about in that idiom about don't dare to joke about a person who just woke up-something?Â
huh? wait. did i hear that right?
âkeiji, did you just curse?â you asked him, in complete awe, to hear your usually calm and collected boyfriend curse.
âthat's not what's important right now. cut the crap and tell me who the fuck is that yukio?â he said and furiously ran his fingers through his scalp.
âagain. keiji, you cursed again.â you stated, just staring at him with your hand on your mouth.
â(y/n).â he deadpanned.
âsomehow... it's so hot to hear you curse, keiji.â you melted as you looked at him lovingly and hearts can be seen in your eyes.
âbabe...â
âkeiji, one more.â you said with your puppy eyes, wanting to hear more.
after a few more pleas to him, akaashi gave up.
he already realized that that was just a prank and yet, he is now stuck with you who seems to have unlocked a new world for you.
i wrote this back in 2021T^T, anyways i hope you enjoyed that!
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FAN FAVOURITE MOMENTS
gn!reader | timeskip kenma, hinata, sakusa, suna
KENMAâs chat has never moved faster than now as you sit together and watch edits that fans have made of him, and the two of you. you jokingly coo and hug him when you find an edit about âhow he looks at you.â âken! oh my god, youâre soââ âshut up, scroll away already.â âno, iâm sending this to myself, stopâgive me the phone!â kenma turns away, forcing you to wrap yourself around him in a desperate attempt to grab the phone while itâs still on the video. the both of you are laughing when you yell, âchat, chat, somebody send that edit to me!â âchat, donât listen to them. we arenât even dating. this relationship was fake the whole time.â âshut the fuck up, kenma.â you say in mock annoyanceâa grin still on your faceâand hit his arm. he snickers as you stop to rest your head on his shoulder and frown. "please?" a beat passes before he huffs. âfine. iâll send it to you after.â it was an inevitable outcome, but you still cheer and turn back to the stream to see everyoneâs reaction, not catching the loving gaze he has on his face watching you again.
HINATA, despite his usual energy, finds his eyes drooping as he watches the live chat scroll past him. it was late, and he decided to talk to fans before going to bedâabout upcoming games, a new restaurant he visited that he thinks might become a favourite, how heâs been looking for new shoes. itâs been maybe an hour when his responses are filled with more hums than sentences, and he decides to rest his head. by the time you find him, heâs been asleep for 10 minutes. âhi guys, iâm gonna end the live and get this guy to bed now,â you whisper with an amused smile. shoyo shuffles at the sound of your voice, and his comes out muffled against the pillow. âbabe?â âsorry, sho, did i wake you?â âmm, âs okay. are you coming tâbed soon?â âyeah, just ending your live.â â...oh. goodnight everybody,â he murmurs and raises his fingers in whatâs supposed to be a wave. his fans watch as he reaches for you, eyes still closed, and make sure to take screenshots of the sleepy, lovesick smile on his face after you kiss his forehead before the live ends.
SAKUSAâs always been teased about how little he posts on his social media outside of things related to his career. itâs not a shock that your relationship isnât something he posts casually. after an interviewer jokes about how fans might think heâs single, or that youâve broken up by this point, kiyoomi decides to make a photo dump encompassing the last few months with you. it has a photo of you tucked in bed and sleeping the first night at the new apartment, a video of you singing where he can be heard softly laughing in the background, a photo of you smiling at the birthday gifts and dinner you enjoyed together, a blurry selfie with the two of you kissing, and one where kiyoomi, known for his stoic face and attitude, is a little tipsy and smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck from behind. fans pour out words of support and excitement below his caption of âi love you. happy anniversary, and thank you for letting me be yours.â
SUNA and you are chatting with some fans when one asks if youâve been watching anything lately. you both say the name of the drama youâre watching together without hesitation, the most recent episode still on your mind. âthe way he like, turned her to face him and they were so close before finally kissingââ you cut yourself off with a grin, flustered at the thought as everyone excitedly agrees. âhas suna ever done something like that?â someone asks. rintarou turns to you the same time you look at him, cocking his head to the side with a teasing smile. âyeah, have i ever done anything like that?â âno,â you lie, staring right at him. his fans team up, âoooohââs thrown his way. youâre not sure what anyone was expecting, but it wasnât for him to take it as a challenge and step closer. the crowd is suddenly quiet as he leans in, eyes flickering from looking into yours down to your lips. âare you sure?â he murmurs. your breath hitches as he moves in even closer, lips barely an inch from yours. before you realize it, your eyes are fluttering closed as his hand comes to cup your face and lips meet yours. itâs barely a few days later until a video of you kissing goes viral, and rintarou is saving it to his gallery.
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âčËâ⧠random boyfriend texts messages
featuring! tsukishima, kenma, kuroo
TSUKISHIMA KEI
KENMA KOZUME
KUROO TETSUROU
a/n! i hate chemistry with a burning passion đ„°
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Be Safe
âText me when youâre finished.â
âI will Muñeca. Just promise youâll watch!â
âYou know I always do. I love you!â
He was pulled away by the suit to even respond. But she knew it wasnât totally that. He couldnât wait to begin a game. Octavio Silva. Octane. Her Tesoro. She desperately wanted to join the games. To better understand his thrill just as he understood her hobbies.
But he insisted she not involve herself if that life. She was far to precious to him to watch her get hurt and âdieâ. So she didnât. But she did watch every time. She cheered for him and his team. Plus, she would smile at the stunts he would pull in game. Just like the two would talk about about. She would pitch to him, and he would make it a reality.
Sometime during the after game interviews would she fall asleep on the sofa. It was a long day of cheering and snacking. It was only time to wait for a text. Her ringer was on and her phone close by. It didnât take long for it to go off, and she was up in an instant. She checked and instead of a text, Octavio had called her.
For whatever reason, it must have been important because he never called. He texted. âYes? Is everything ok?â
âCĂĄlmete, CĂĄlmete. Nothings wrong Muñeca. I just wanted to let you know that Iâm on my way home.â There was a silence. She was still trying to wake up from her nap. It was difficult since she was startled awake from a call versus text. But she managed a small yawn and nodded. Despite him not being able to see her.
âBien, Mi Rey. Be safe on your way home, text me and Iâll open the door for you. I watched your game. You did awesome!â
âGracias, Mi Amor. Were you asleep?â
âSĂ. But I am always ready to wake up, especially to welcome you home. Mi campeĂłn!â
There was a sudden noise of âawesâ from his end. She was confused for a moment before her eyes fell to the television. A certain masked man was holding his phone to his chest in a vain attempt to mute her to his shushing. His hand waving to help quiet the crowd. âOctavio, do you have me on speaker?â
Though he was standing feet away from the camera and her television was small, she could see him freeze and begin to chuckle. âOops, did I mean to press speaker?â The group around him laughed but he looked to the camera. Despite his googles and mask, she knew that it wasnât a harmful joke. More likely, he wanted to show off how genuine she was.
And she had no problem with that. âHello everyone. I hope you had a great viewing of the games! Now go enjoy the rest of the day! Non terrae plus ultra!â She giggled, listening to the small cheer. In the chaos she watched him bring the phone to his ear. A moment of privacy.
âIâll be home soon, mi vida.â
âIâll see you soon, mi amor. Be safe.â
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How would Bloodhound, Mirage, Octane, Pathfinder and Revenant (if it isnât too much) react to their s/o telling them âI love youâ first in the relationship?
They/Them pronouns, thank you !
Bloodhound
âMy dearest⊠know that I care deeply for the things we have together. I love you too.â
Youâre in it now, 100%
Bloodhound now knows you adore them as much as they adore you, you guys are practically inseparable now.
BH probably already calls you stuff like âmy loveâ or âdearestâ so this wasnât a particularly hard thing to do
Expect them to be sort of clingy for the rest of the day
And for the subsequent week
Mirage
âO-Oh! Oh gosh wowâ Iâ I wasnât expecting you toâ Aw jeez I had this whole thing in my head where I was gonna⊠y-you know? I had no idea you were just gonna⊠Iâ I love you too.â
You have caught him SO OFF GUARD
Mirage despite being a flirt is still a gentleman at heart, and wanted to profess his love for you himself. First.
But NOOOOOO
You just HAD to be so PERFECT and CUTE and LOVABLE and beat him to the confession
You and Mirage then make it a competition to see who says I love you more
Itâs very one sided, Mirage satisfied with his victory and you just loving this dork of a man
Octane
âAh, youâre adorable mi alma. Come here.â
A moment away from the chaos, a moment alone with Octane
Very rarely occurring, but itâs the only time you can get his undivided attention.â
âHey, I need an extended light mag!â
âY/N! Wanna watch me make this jump?â
âHereâs to my adoring fans out there!â
You were laying down next to each other, curled in a blanket
Octane pulled you closer, not quite ready to say it back yet. But the way he cradled you closer to his chest said it all.
1000x more affectionate now
And when he eventually does say it back, he 100% means it
Pathfinder
âI love you too!!â
You didnât. Itâs impossible
Thereâs literally no way you could have beaten Pathy in saying âI love you.â He throws around the phrase too much
But the first time you say it back to him
Heâs so happy!!!
No one usually says it back!! This is the best day of his life!!
He picks you up, swings you around a bit, and then brings you into a tight embrace.
Donât crush em pathy!!
Revenant
ââŠwhat?â
This is either a death wish or a
Yeah no, just a death wish
But itâs you, and Revenant makes exceptions for you.
Heâs used to pathfinder throwing the phrase around, but no one he actually cared for has said he loved him like how you had.
He wouldnât say it back. He probably wouldnât say it to your face ever
But in the dead of night, when youâre sound asleep and Revenant is beside you
Heâll brush a hair out of your face and tell you just how much he loves you
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How would octane react to a s/o that just loves to squish his face ? Like with one hand or both hands by his cheeks and just- squish squish. He's just too adorable
Octane can and will melt the moment you reach out to touch his face. He'll press his cheek into your hands and stare at you with SO much love in his eyes â it's like he's never loved anything or anyone as much as he loves you.
He's like a dog when it comes to affection. He'll nuzzle into your hands just to see you smile, maybe even turn his face to pepper your palms with gentle kisses if he's feeling especially lovely-dovely (which is always unless he's had a particularly bad day)
He's a massive sucker for cute moments like that, and he's more than happy to indulge you by giving you the biggest grin he can muster, letting you hold his face for as long as you want to.
Sometimes he'll try to imitate a squeaky toy when you squeeze his cheeks, other times he'll just chuckle and reach out to gently take your face and return the favour. One way or another it'll end up with the two of you giggling at each other happily.
You absolutely could and accidentally did Pavlov him into doing the cute thing you've seen dogs do. You'll reach out with your hand palm up more or less around his chin height and the second he notices he drops everything to rest his chin into the spot. It's the cutest shit you've seen. Originally he started doing this out of irony but seeing how happy it made you? Yeah, it's just your thing now.
Little do you realise you do the exact same thing back, he just doesn't do it as often as you do. Damn is it cute though.
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can I get some headcannons based on Heartsteal being becoming fathers? Like how they were during the time their s/o was pregnant. :3c
Maybe a bonus on whether the child was planned or not.
â„ prompt: v!heartsteel expecting father headcanons with reader
â„ content/warnings: suggestive themes, foul language, pregnancy and all things related, baby genders mentioned
â„ characters/pairings: Heartsteel! (aphelios, ezreal, kayn) x pregnant!reader
an;; forgive me, i am too sleepy tired to write for all the boys atm. ;w; fml my hc's for sett would make me fold errr maybe later
âê±âĄâżÖŽâËâ APHELIOS
When you break the news, Aphelios forgets he primarily uses sign language to speak. To your surprise, and to his own, he uses broken words and barely audible sounds. Almost like a child learning to talk again. You have to help him by taking his hands, and guiding him to use them instead of straining his vocal cords.
'Are...are you sure?'
At first, it's difficult to process all the emotions. Happiness. Fear. Excitement. Anxiety. Love. Overwhelmed, he presses your hands against his face, hiding his unraveling expressions. Afer a beat, he chokes up. His hands squeezes yours, deepening your touch. And within moments, you're wrapped in his arms. And he presses as much of you into himself as he can. Holding you so close to his heart, you feel it pound against your cheek. As if to say; 'is it really okay for me to be this happy?'
To any outsider looking in, Aphelios seems disconnected and unenthusiastic about the whole situation. A plus-one wasn't planned, after all. When anyone asks about you and the baby, he replies with a simple 'Fine. Thanks.' And promptly diverts the subject back to work or anything else. But on the inside, the poor man is suffering. Constantly worrying about you and the babies well-being. In reality, he's too afraid to indulge in his own happiness and share it with others. Fearing the moment he does, it'll all shatter like glass in front of him. And he won't be strong enough to mend the pieces.
It's no surprise that his new chronic obsession consist of only making sure you and the growing baby are safe. He texts every hour, on the hour. Makes frequent video calls. And installs motion sensor cameras around the house, especially in places you could easily fall. And no, he doesn't mind watching you fold laundry or wash dishes for an hour while on a face call. So long as he can see you smiling and healthy, that's all he needs to assure him when he's not physically with you.
He's also pulling all nighters until his bottom eyelids are rimmed red. Reading hundreds upon hundreds of articles, forum posts, and online material on how to be a 'Good Father'âespecially one who can't speak. Jotting down everything he can in his notebook, bleeding pen after pen dry from ink. There's plenty of times you have to wake up in the middle of the night and convince him back to bed. But only after reassuring him a thousands times how great of a father he'll be.
When the baby bump begins to show, Aphelios presses his ears against your stomach. Listening to the life you carry inside you. The amniotic sounds ease his intrusive thoughts, and lulls him to sleep; he always imagines he's taking a nap right beside the baby. Plus, he loves getting the small bit of attention from you as you run your fingers through his hair. A moment of selfishness he can't help but relish all for himself.
As for sex...well, he's not always on board with the idea. As much as he craves to be inside you everyday, especially when your body looks so heavenly full, he just doesn't want to risk anything. Especially in your later months. Last thing he wants to do is induce an early labor. But he's more than willing to devote his hands and mouth to satisfy every inch of you that he can. Worshipping you with adoring kisses and soft touches from head to toe. He's happy to please you, and doesn't expect anything in return in your state. (Of course, you do anyway.)
Familial genetics is one heck of a thing. Aphelio's eyes are blown wide at an image screen that shows two babies growing side-by-side. When it's conclusive you'd be having identical twin boys, he almost collapses in front of the ultrasound technician. So not oneâbut twoâsurprise gifts waited for him at the end of the third-trimester. And if they would be anything like him, their house would be a pranking death trap to all who entered. No one would be safe, except for mom.
âê±âĄâżÖŽâËâ EZREAL
When you show Ezreal your pregnancy result, he looks at it with complete shock. He's locked in silence, which is never a good thing for someone as talkative as him. You almost have second thoughts about revealing the news until he bounces to you and gathers you in his arms. Eyes brimming with tears of absolute joy.
"No wayâNo way! Are you telling me I'm going to be a dad? Babe, for real. Is that what these two lines mean? Are you kidding me? This is the happiest freakin' day of my life!"
Ezreal has always been a fan of surprises, and this big news was no exception. Everywhere he went, no matter the conversation, he'd just casually state he was becoming a father. Didn't matter the person or group setting. Family. Friends. The neighbor; his neighbor next to him. The young teen delivering packages to his door. The grandmother and her toy-poodle waiting in line at the convenience store. If anyone was around him, he was boasting about you and the now expected bundle of joy.
Ezreal tries his bestest to help you around the house. He's never been great at chores, but he's a happy little helper eager to listen and please. You tell him exactly what you need from him, and he'll do it with a smile on his face. Anything that keeps your stress levels low, he wants to be the one you rely on to ease your burden.
Ezreal can't lie and say he understands everything about pregnancy and what you're going through. It all seems to go right over his head. The only thing he seems to get is your morning sickness, because he's literally feeling it too. Seeing you nauseous gets his own sympathetic response going. So while he's trying to comfort you, holding your hair as you hover over the toilet, he's also cradling the nearby trash bucket for himself. (How romantic!)
When your stomach grows, Ezreal can spend hours and hours talking to it. He never runs out of topics. Even mentioning the most mundane parts of his everyday life. These moments are when he feels he's bonding most with his child to be. He'll pretend to tell the baby secrets that you don't even know about, and whispers out loud with a wink, "but don't tell your mom about that one, 'kay?"
Ezreal is literally terrified to have sex with you. And not because he doesn't find your body attractive. But he actually believes he'll poke the baby's eye out, or pop you like a water balloon. And if that ever happened, the guilt would forever destroy him. It takes a visit to the obgyn and for a professional to explain that it's perfectly safe to have sex during your pregnancy. He's hesitant at first, but after the first go around, his confidence and sex drive picks right where it left off. (He regrets not going at it like rabbits sooner.)
When you're at your routine ultrasound appointment, Ezreal can't stop the tears parading down his face, even before he knows it's a boy. Hiccuping and siffling, one hand squeezes yours tight, while the other points at the imaging. "H...He...looks just...like me." It's endearing for him to think that. When the monitor only shows splotchy and fuzzy spots of the babies butt. The copied images to take home are his favorite photos taken. Ever.
âê±âĄâżÖŽâËâ KAYN
When you break the news to Kayn, he doesn't hesitate to pull you in by the waist, pressing your hips together. Guiding a hand to the back of your neck, in a manner that was gentle and not comparable to how he fucked you senselessly. And with all the care in the world, he takes your lips.
"Damn. You're fertile as Hell. It only took us one time after you stopped your birth-control. Honestly, it's really fuckin' hot. How about weâyou knowâto celebrate?"
Counter to popular belief, Kayn brought up the idea to start a family first. When you asked him the reason, he first joked around a bit, telling you how hot and sexy it would be to 'impregnate you with his seed'. But, he put aside his usual impulsivities, and explained his desire to move on to the next part of his life. He was done with the partying and drugs. Over the one night stands and dating random no-nobodies. And just wanted to have a more meaningful, family oriented lifeâwith you.
To show he's committed to the whole idea, he takes days off from his idol schedule to go to every prenatal check-up appointment. He plucks and stuffs every pamphlet into his pockets he can find around the waiting lobby. He asks tons of questions to the obgyn, and stuffs more educational brochures in his pockets. You have to scold him when he tries to snag a small uterus replica from the exam room. Kayn defends himself, wanting it for "educational" purposes. (Rhaast just wanted it as a neat souvenir.) He settles when a medical assistant gives him a sperm shaped pen.
Kayn is another one that isn't great with house chores. (But he'll gloat and say he's mastered cleaning the dishes, at the very least.) He's generally better at being sent for errands outside the home. If you need an extra ingredient to make dinner, he'll hop on his motorcycle and get it in record time. And if you're not feeling up for cooking, he'll order pick-up from your favorite place in town. You need to send a package at the post office? He'll wait hours in line on the busiest day of the week. Whatever he can do for you, he makes sure it gets done. So you never have to worry about something once you pass the responsibility to him. Showing you he's a more than capable partner and future father.
When your baby bump starts to show, Kayn's favorite thing to do is touch it. Applying the softest pressure as he runs his hands and finger across your rounding stomach. He's always enamored whenever he feels the baby move; another reminder of how amazing you are. And he never forgets to vocalize it. "You're so goddamn beautiful, you know that?" he'll say like you've cursed him. Cradling your face and taking your mouth.
You never have to tell this man more than once to touch or have sex with you. It's part of his daily routine a this point. And definitely one of his favorite ways to bond with you. But now that you're pregnant, it's as if the sex between you two has shifted into another plane of pleasurable existence. Never getting enough of it, even moments after finishing. But on the days you're not up for it, he respects it. And doesn't mind defaulting to cuddling, before dozing off to sleep with you in his arms. (But he eagerly counts down the time for when you're in the mood again.)
Kayn tries not to show to much of his softer-side; he rather be the one to have his shoulder wet than yours. But at your ultrasound appointment, once it's confirmed you're having a girl, his whole punk 'fuck only the hot police' persona collapses. You notice him clear his throat, and quickly swipe a knuckle at the corner of his eyes. He masks this dent of composure by huffing a laugh, "Guess I'm, uh...going to be kicking the crap out of a lot of asses later."
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It all started with a missing guitar pick...
(Heartsteel Kayn x reader)
Heartsteel!Kayn x gn!reader; fluff, crack, very lighthearted.Â
There are also other heartsteel members appearing in the story.
Itâs basically playful teasing and banters turn into an unexpected romantic situation.
Notes:Â
Going through the Ionian lore got me so sad so I decided to make a heartsteel fic to cheer me up instead. Featuring the chaotic, sexy boy, Kayn! I didn't think too much for the title so it is what it is hehe
As always, I hope you enjoy! :D
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You were comfortably seated on the emptied floor carpet, where you had moved the clutter aside to make space for you, twiddling with the strings of the acoustic guitar using the newly-found pick you discovered on the practice room's floor. With earphones in one ear, connected to your phone, you were engrossed in a guitar chord tutorial video for your latest favorite song. You began to follow the instructions of the video to practice whenâÂ
Bang!
The door blew wide open.
"Kayn â oh, come on, are you really going to make such a fuss over this little guitar pick of yours? Just use another one!" Ezreal's voice was filled with exasperation as he tried to reason with the magenta-haired guy next to him.
"You donât understand," Kayn grunted in response, his attention shifting as he noticed you sitting casually with the guitar in hand. "That one's thinner; I need it for our next practice. It suits better for â oh."
Kayn's gaze zeroed in on your hand holding the pick as he made his way towards you, his eyes narrowing.
"Hi there, y/n!" Ezreal greeted you with a wave, but Kayn's focus was solely on you now, he then crouched in front of you.
"So..." he observed your hand holding the pick. "Seems like the co-manager has taken my precious pick, hmm?"
Yes, you had been working as a co-manager, helping Alune with her job. Though you preferred to stay out of the limelight, keeping your work behind closed curtains, which meant you weren't seen by the public too often.
Now that the day was almost over, you had headed into the instrument room â more like a storage room due to the immense clutter â to tend to your own curiosity of learning how to play a guitar.
Looking up at Kayn, you couldn't help but smile somewhat innocently in response to his accusation.
"See, it's not lost - oh, damnit!" Ezreal stopped, checking his wristwatch. "K'sante had asked me to pick up the pizza for dinner! Be right back!" With a blink, he was gone, leaving the door wide open.
Kayn, who grunted a little and turned his head slightly to glance at Ezreal, now redirected his attention back to you, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, luckily, I found it first, before it got swallowed by the floor, right?" you grinned, pausing the tutorial video. "Besides, I think we used to have a whole box of these. Where are the others, Kayn?"
Lost. Accidentally thrown away. Lost again. Kayn's frown deepened, indicating that he had not been the best keeper of those picks. You couldn't help but tease him with a playful smirk.
"Well, that's a problem for another day. Now, how about you give it back to me nicely..."Â
You decided to tease him more, challenging him as you set back into position to strum the guitar and continued practicing, practically ignoring him. Kayn let out a frustrated sigh, his eyes fixed on your fingers as they moved across the strings.
âWait, wait â what is that?â He scoffed, his eyes fixed on your strumming. He definitely had a comment on your guitar technique.
You glanced up to him, stopping on your tracks. âWhat.âÂ
He snickered, a hint of playful mockery in his tone. âThatâs not how you play it.â
âI was just following â,â you tried to give him a reason, but paused as you think of a better idea. âFine, oh my mighty guitarist, teach me.â You said with a teasing smile, putting down your earphones on the floor.
Kayn couldnât help but smirk at your playful challenge â or flattery, perhaps. Regardless, he settled on the carpet beside you, holding out his arms. âGuitar and the pick, please.â
You looked at him with a mischievous grin, not budging from your position with the guitar and pick in hand. He groaned in response, rolling his eyes. "I'm not going to take that and run away, come on.â
You chuckled. âFine, fine,â you finally relented, handing the guitar and the pick to him. He huffed as he shifted over to sit closer to you, reaching over to gently take the guitar and pick from your hands. âLetâs start with the basics.â
He showed you the basics at first, demonstrating the proper way to hold the pick and how to strum gracefully across the strings. Your gaze flickered between his fingers and his face, noticing the rare seriousness that overtook his usually chaotic demeanor. You find this side of him actually cute, and you couldnât help but admire the view.
He glanced back at you when he realized that your eyes were somewhat more focused at his face rather than his hands, with you smiling amusedly towards him.Â
âAre you even focusing?â He asked, his voice rough, in contrast to a tint of blush on his cheeks, slowly appearing.Â
You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his question, feeling a warmth spread through you at his bashful expression. "Of course I am," you replied, trying to hide your own amusement. "Just taking in all of your expert advice."
He rolled his eyes playfully, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Right, expert advice. Well, let's see if you've been paying attention," he teased, handing back the guitar and the pick to you.Â
You shifted your positioning as you began to practice the movements he told you on the guitar. You were going smoothly, until you stumbled into a trickier part of the technique he had just shown you. âWait, howâs the chord finger positioning again?â You lifted your head to look at him, your left fingers desperately moving on the fretboard, trying to find the right strings to press.Â
âYeah, paying attention all rightâŠ,â he sighed softly, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.Â
âHeyâ â you were going to protest, but he leaned forward, lifting his own hand to adjust your left fingers, guiding them to the right strings and frets. His touch was gentle yet firm, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the closeness between you two. Your heart began to race in your chest as you tried to focus on the lesson, but this somewhat sudden intimacy was pretty hard to ignore.
You glanced towards your left hand, trying to hide the blush that crept up your cheeks, but it was futile. When you looked up, you caught Kayn's gaze, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and something else. He noticed your attempt to conceal your reaction and smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes, although he did not make any comment whatsoever. The air between you seemed charged with an unspoken tension, both of you aware of the shift in dynamics.
âRight, thanks,â you managed to say, clearing your throat to mask your sudden shyness.Â
"Anytime," Kayn replied, his tone cool as he tried to shrug off the sudden tension.
You continued to play, feeling his gaze on you as you struggled to focus. The tension in the air was palpable, and it made it difficult for you to concentrate on the notes. Your fingers fumbled, the music turning into a jumbled mess, and you were getting more impatient. Kayn amusedly watched as you attempted to regain control, but it only seemed to spiral down further into chaos. Finally, you stopped midways.
âI give up,â you smiled, not matching your frustration in your eyes. âHereâs your guitar pick back.â
Kayn let out a chuckle seeing your reaction. âGiving up so soon, huh?â He teased you, a playful glint in his eyes. âThatâs not really like you.â
You just gave him a slight hmph, already standing up to put the guitar on the sofa. He followed suit, standing up, smiling to himself.
"Next time, I'll show you. I'll get better," you declared confidently, picking up your phone from the ground. However, as you glanced up at him, you noticed him twirling your earphone case on his fingers.
âOf course, of course...,â he said nonchalantly before you suddenly went after him to catch his hand. He immediately lifted his hand out of your reach backwards, grinning.Â
You narrowed your eyes playfully, determination setting in as you tried to catch his hand. He evaded your attempts with ease, keeping the earphones just out of your reach.
âKayn, I swearâŠâ you stomped towards him. You were going to go for another attempt at catching his hand, but somehow â just somehow, your socks got caught on one of the cluttered items strewn across the room. You stumbled forward, letting out a yelp of surprise.
âWh-Whoa,â Kayn exclaimed, trying to step back in reflex, but his feet hit another stack of old books and records. The two of you went tumbling to the ground in a tangled heap, with you ending up on top of him.Â
For a moment, there was silence as you both lay there, slightly dazed from the fall. Your head was resting on his chest, your hand inadvertently pinning his wrist to his side, the hand which was holding your earphones.
Hmm, his choice of perfume is really good â the subtle notes of musky-scentedâŠ.
âŠWait, nowâs not the right time!
You immediately lifted yourself up â realizing it was not a good time to think about his nice perfume â only to face him directly below you. His other hand was still holding your waist as he stared at you, the closeness remained apparent. You both went into silence, the air heavy with unspoken words and a tension you could almost touch. Your eyes locked with his, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still. Words seemed to get stuck in both of your throats, the unspoken question hanging between you.Â
Kayn slowly brought his hand up to your cheek, caressing it softly with his back of his hand. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the warmth of his hand, the rare softness of his touch melting you away. His thumb brushed lightly against your cheek, his eyes locked with yours.
Kiss her, Kayn. KISS HER!
Kayn could swear he heard Rhaastâs screaming at the back of his head. He tried his best to stay in control, although his breathing got more unsteady.
âKaynâŠâ you whispered his name, the word barely escaping your lips. You were ready to indulge into the moment when you heard a squealing voice from the direction of the door, interrupting you two.Â
You both looked up towards the door, only to find Ezreal and Aphelios standing near the doorframe, looking into the room, watching you two. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you immediately scrambled off from Kayn, who also frantically turned towards the unexpected visitors.
Aphelios shot a glare at Ezreal, seemingly disappointed at him for interrupting the moment. He then folded his arms and left without a word.
"Sorry..." Ezreal muttered, more like a squeal of apology, his palms clasped apologetically. He then hurriedly ran away, grabbing the pizza packages from the ground as he went.
Kayn groaned in frustration, his face utterly red as he tried to get up from his position on the floor. The interruption had brought you both back to reality, the heat of the moment dissipated by the unexpected intrusion.
"Uh, sorry about that," you said, trying to hide your own embarrassment as you helped Kayn up from the floor. You had completely forgotten that the door had been open this whole time.
He nodded, still visibly flustered. "Nah, itâs fine. I didn't expect... them to... interrupt," he managed to get out, his voice slightly shaky.
You both stood there awkwardly for a moment, the air filled with the remnants of the interrupted moment. But then, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you realized the absurdity of the situation.
"Well, that was... unexpected," you said with a laugh, breaking the tension.Â
Kayn chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, definitely not how I imagined this evening going."
You both shared a smile, the awkwardness slowly fading away. "Maybe we should... continue this another time?" Kayn suggested, trying to stay cool although his cheeks still flushed with pink.
You nodded in response, although you were not sure which part is he suggesting. "Yeah, I'd like that."
âRightâŠgood,â he said. âNow, as for EzrealâŠ,â he grumbled as began to exit the room, clearly planning to give chase to his mischievous friend.
You couldn't help but laugh at the situation, enjoying the funny, chaotic dynamic between the members of the group. The memory of his touch on your cheek still lingered, as you smiled to yourself, before you realized that he hadnât give your earphones back to you.
ââŠOh, come on... Kayn, Wait! Come back here!â
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