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spy! or not?

synopsis: you're not very slick and your admiration will get you in trouble one day—that day happened to be today.

featuring: kawata twins, lil sis! reader, toman.

genre: crack.

note: i tried to mix different ideas together. hope u guys enjoy it<3

you know that feeling where you know someone's watching you but you just can't put your finger on who it is?

that's how draken felt the entire time.

mikey was giving his speech, the commanders and the entirety of toman were listening, and yet the leader's right hand couldn't help but feel a little bit uneasy if he could say. he felt like he was about to get attacked at any moment and mitsuya noticed the way his friend was not listening right away.

"you're okay?" takashi nudged his friend a little, the latter humming as he stared at something peeking from the bushes.

was that a dog or a person?

"yeah, just give me a second." draken excused himself, mikey going silent as he watched his close friend walking towards the bushes like he grew two heads.

"ken?"

draken held his hand, sneaking behind the bushes before grabbing whatever was sitting there and had been creepily staring and eavesdropping on the toman meeting ever since it started.

"what the fuck?" that was a whole person in his hand. he was grabbing her by the collar, her eyes were closed shut as if she was even scared to open them and meeting a certain two pairs of eyes that were definitely quite disappointed in her.

"who is she?"

"hey, she could be a spy for another biker gang don't you think?"

"a girl in a biker gang? I've never heard of that before—"

"well let me join you then!" you suddenly shouted, the excited glint in your eyes throwing the guys off guard. you wanted to join toman? is that why you were spying on them?

"how are we supposed to believe that you're not a spy for another biker gang?" draken was pissed. he was tired enough having to be one of the responsible ones in toman—having a fangirl wanting to join was definitely not something he wanted to deal with at the moment.

"look at me, do I look like I could ever get accepted in a biker gang easily?" your puppy eyes weren't going to help you either in this situation, you figured that out when you saw how draken's scowl deepened.

"and you thought toman is the right place for games?"

"my brothers are part of toman so yeah,"

your who?

"your—"

"brothers yeah," nahoya was the first one to approach the two, the smile he usually wore on his face replaced with a tired look instead. draken immediately figured that this was probably not the first time you tried to join them but definitely your first time being caught during a meeting.

"you guys have a sister?" chifuyu chimed in from the side, looking back and forth between you and your brothers, looking for a resemblance.

it was there but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"it's gonna be had if you don't let go of me now." you whispered to draken, aware of the fact that your brothers didn't look too happy that you were there.

letting go of the back of your shirt, draken stepped away from you as he watched the twins approach you with disappointed looks.

"well damn big guy, is gentle even in your vocabulary?" you sassed the taller male who only clicked his tongue in annoyance at you, noting inside his head that you were nahoya and souya's sister first before you could be a stranger that he could easily kick out of toman's grounds.

"(name)." nahoya's strict voice interrupted you, his hands on his hips as he stared at you in a way that draken could describe as 'we've been through this before' and your reply was a simple 'and i'd do it again' stare.

"nahoya." you replied sarcastically, watching as souya joined you two. what a happy family meeting.

"mikey, aren't you supposed to stop—"

"shhh, it's getting interesting." even their leader was now eating a bag of chips as he watched the kawata family reunion. there was nothing more entertaining than family problems in public, right?

"how many times do I have to tell you—"

"that toman is dangerous and that it's not for harmless little girls who have no fighting experience," what you tried to mimic was definitely nahoya's voice, and it was so on point that draken held back a laugh of his own.

"you said it so many times, I might have to tattoo it on my forehead,"

"do it, maybe it will finally get through that fucking thick skull of yours."

"nahoya, be nice," souya's voice chimed in, looking between you and his twin brother. this was a daily occurrence. whenever they came back home from a toman meeting, you'd interview them to know exactly what happened and somehow convince them to let you join them.

an idea they both shut down every single time.

"I would be nice if she listened for once!"

"but I know how to fight!" you tried to defend yourself in a situation where you were obviously kind of wrong since you interrupted a meeting of your brothers' gang.

"knowing how to kill bugs isn't a fighting skill, (name)." this time, souya was the one to shut down your umpteenth attempt at proving yourself worthy of being a toman member. you weren't very fond of his words.

"souya, I know how to fight actual people."

"she does look like she can bite," draken added his two cents in, his joke making you stare at him in disbelief before scoffing.

"well I would certainly not bite you mister, you look like you taste as bitter as the ground."

"oh so you've tasted the ground before?" draken was having too much fun teasing you, watching as you huffed at his reply that obviously proved that you were defeated before in a fight.

"yeah," you replied bitterly. "and it's better than talking to your bald head." you turned to the side, staring back at your brothers who were watching the interaction between you and draken in amusement.

"did you just call me bald?"

"well aren't you? that dragon tattoo is lame as fuck by the way, I would give it a zero if I could." now, you knew you were blatantly lying. draken's tattoo was cool as fuck, if not the coolest you've ever seen so far but you'd never admit it to him.

not when he said you look like you can bite.

"I have the same tattoo," mitsuya commented, hoping that what he said would somehow change the course of the conversation.

"I can't see it though,"

"that's cause my hair is hiding it?"

"exactly, take a hint."

oh you were sassy.

"if nahoya is smiley and souya is angry, then you must be the bitter baby," chifuyu teased.

"you know what, I'm changing my mind you guys are mean!" you crossed your arms over your chest, walking towards your brothers to stand next to them.

nahoya placed his hand on your head ruffling your hair a little, the wide grin finally making its way back to his face.

"finally convinced that joining us is a bad idea?"

"not really."

the twins had a long way to go before they could convince you that toman wasn't the coolest thing to ever exist.

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HUSBAND SUGURU! + PREGNANCY ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

tags: fem! reader, husband suguru!, nsfw, suguru is very hesitant about being a dad, but isnt forced into this :), reader is very motherly, dirty talk and talk about getting off the pill and being bred.

word count: 2,1k

Husband Suguru! whom before you even got married, sat you down and mentioned to you how starting a family wasn’t something he was looking forward to. you know of his past, of the trauma he’s been through. he fully expects you to break up with him when he tells you that, knows how much you want to have a baby of your own, but you don’t. instead, you cradle him in your arms and tell him that you love him and appreciate what you have right now, not what you don’t even see in the picture.

Husband Suguru! who swears he hasn’t changed his mind about babies, about starting a family in general even three years into the marriage. but when he sees you with your friend’s baby, the glow on your face, the motherly instinct—how you gently place your hand on the baby’s head, rock her back and forth and coo at her softly while her mother gets her food ready, his heart feels as though it is about to explode.

“There there baby girl,” your voice is barely above a whisper, and when the baby cries, your lip juts out and you pull the infant towards your chest in an attempt at soothing her. your eyes find his where he is sitting on the couch, and the lighthearted chuckle you give him pulls a nervous one out of his body. you are now convinced that your husband would never ever change his mind based on the horror painting his features as he turns to your friend’s husband to strike a conversation. but in reality, the topic of their conversation is all too surprising.

“Has it been difficult? You know, managing a career and taking care of the baby,”

“Oh yeah very,” the other man admits but Suguru doesn’t detect a single hint of regret in his voice. “but yknow, look at that,” he point his glass of water in the direction of his wife and you holding the baby. “seeing my wife with our baby, our creation—seeing her act all motherly like that? Totally worth it.”

Husband Suguru! who starts to consider the idea of getting you pregnant. he hopes for the rational part of his brain to win over, rather than the horny, disgustingly perverted one. but when you walk out of the shower in a crop top, his mind drifts elsewhere—and suddenly, the image of your belly swollen with his kids floods his mind and he has to put a pillow on his crotch to hide the very evident bulge in his pants.

Husband Suguru! who once he calms down and takes care of his raging boner, texts Satoru in a hurry, asking if they could meet up tomorrow morning. your husband tells you of his plans and you hum sleepily, telling him how catching up with his best friend seems like a good idea. Suguru drops the bomb on his best friend the moment they sit down and the ivory haired’s jaw almost meets the floor.

“You mean you wanna be a dad?”

“I’m not…too sure,” Suguru looks conflicted, he is holding his head in his hands. he knows very well that this is a topic that should be discussed with you, since you were the other person of interest in the situation. but he would hate to give you false hope, he’s seen the way your eyes light up at the mention of a baby, at one of your friends or colleagues being pregnant, how there’s a disappointed look on your face that you try so hard to conceal when Suguru gives you a face in response of a pregnancy announcement. but you are so patient, so accepting, you’ve never once forced him into anything. and truth be told, he wanted to see what kind of mother you would be to your baby—and then toddler, and then teenager and adult—you’d have a life together with a new person who would adapt either your personality or his, with a face of the love of his life. your baby could have your eyes and nose, he’s always pointed them out—even before you started dating.

“Dude, do you or do you not want to have a baby?”

“I don’t know man, it’s hard to think of.”

“Because you are thinking too hard about it,” Satoru says nonchalantly and it irks Suguru a little.

“I am not thinking too hard about it—this is a new responsibility, what if I am not fit to be a dad? I could be a failure for all we know—what if I pussy out of it and—“

“I would kill you.” Satoru warns the man and Suguru doesn’t try to hide how he stiffens up. “I am not joking, I would find you and bring you back to her as a sack of bones,”

“I wouldn’t betray her like that…”

“You’re too focused on the aspect of being a bad dad rather than a good one—yknow, you really think that she’d marry someone she doesn’t see fit as the future father of her children?” Satoru has a point. you did mention to him once (when Suguru was nowhere to be seen at a party you all attended) how falling in love with him was the best thing that’s ever happened to you, but the one thing that would top it is if he became a father to your children. Satoru, knowing his best friend’s stance on the topic, reminded you of how terrified the man was of the idea and all you did was give him a reassuring, understanding wave of your hands.

“I know, but I just know he’d love them hard and make them feel as safe as he makes me feel.”

Husband Suguru! who doesn’t really try to bring up the topic of ‘trying for a baby’. he cringes at the thought, feels as though it makes the process less romantic and intimate and more of a robotic task. as he is stripping you of your clothes, he is silent and lets his eyes wander over your figure. you are extremely shy tonight, unable to meet his eyes as his rough, calloused hands brush over the skin of your boobs before bending down to be at eye level with them. he brings the flesh inside his mouth and sucks—and blood rushes down to his groin at the thought of them being filled with milk, heavy and swollen, more sensitive than usual. his teeth graze the skin at an attempt to catch your attention and your thighs squeeze as you meet his eyes.

“Sugu…” your smaller hands rest on his face as he pulls away from your boobs to plant a heated kiss to your lips, effectively pushing you back on the bed. your back gently hits the mattress, and your chest is heaving in anticipation, unsure of what his next move would be.

“Baby,” he finally speaks up, nose brushing against your stomach as he brings his lips to the skin. “how about you drop the pill tomorrow?” he knows how much of a horrible job he is doing at this, but he feels you move, supporting yourself on your elbows.

“w-why would I do that?” your eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, and Suguru wishes to brush his thumb over the tense skin of your forehead.

Suguru is shameless as he kisses further south, planting his kiss above the tuft of your pubic hair before pushing your panties to the side. He parts the lips and gives your clit a kiss before moving to your inner thighs.

“why not? It’s doing horrible things to your body—“ he brushes his nose over your clit as he speaks. “beside, we need you off the pill if we want a baby, don’t you think?” when you don’t react to his words, Suguru looks up only to find you staring down at him with parted lips and eyes glossed over with tears.

“…are you sure?” you ask softly, and your husband swears he could never say no to you if you asked like that all the time.

“very,”

Husband Suguru! who fucks you with a new purpose. each drive of his hips fueling the other to go harder, deeper, to keep pushing his cum inside you and plant his seed deep within. your cunt does a great job at showing Suguru how ecstatic and excited you are with his sudden change of heart. you keep squeezing around him, barely able to keep your sounds in—he fucks you so deeply that the sound of skin to skin is louder than your moans and his groans. when he puts you on all fours, the cum starts to drip out of you but he pushes it back in with two thick fingers, lips pressed to your ass cheek.

“want more?”

“mmm! please,” you whine when he aligns his tips with your folds and fixes your arch with a hand on the small of your back. the gasp that escapes your lips when he fucks into you hard makes Suguru chuckle and he rubs your sides, soothing you.

“no need to beg for it,” he leans down and presses a kiss to your nape. “I’d gladly fill you up.”

Husband Suguru! who stiffens up when you show him the positive pregnancy test. up until this point, he is in control of his emotions—he lets you cry in his arms about how scary all of this was, despite you saying you’ve always wanted a baby. he is supportive, understanding of the heightened emotions that you are experiencing—when he sees your tears turn into happy ones, only half of him is able to relax. clearly, he is nervous but he doesn’t wanna show it. not right now.

The first ultrasound during your pregnancy was nerve racking—your hand squeezed your husband’s as you stared at the screen showing what appeared to be your unborn baby. Very tiny, but still there.

“Okay mom and dad,” the doctor presses the ultrasound transducer a bit lower on your stomach, a small smile on his face. “I got some news for you.”

“Good?” your anxious voice has Suguru rubbing his thumb on the back on your hand.

“It depends, how long have you been trying for this baby?” You couldn’t exactly disclose of your very active sex life, but you do give the doctor hints that it was definitely wanted.

“Well, look over here—“ he points to the screen with his gloved finger, ushering Suguru to come closer. “Look over here dad, what do you see?”

Suguru swallows hard as he stares at the screen in confusion, unsure of what to say. “..a baby?”

“Babies. Congratulations, you’re pregnant with twins.”

Your husband whips his head towards you fast, and you cover your mouth in shock. This wasn’t planned—twins? And for a first time? You didn’t know if the tears streaming down your face were of excitement or fear that maybe you weren’t ready for this.

But Suguru still comforts you, holds you in his arms—tells you that maybe finding out the gender won’t make all of this sound scary anymore. He knew you never really had a preference for gender—you were a natural mom.

However, finding out the gender was an emotional experience for the same man who never thought he would become a father.

Husband Suguru! who tells Satoru to buy the gender reveal cake for you two. he doesn’t want to throw a party, and neither do you. finding out within the privacy of your own home seemed like the best option—you didn’t want to reveal that you were pregnant to any family members—at least not yet.

“Are you ready?” You hold your own glass as you wait for your husband to stand next to you. Your bump wasn’t that evident yet, but signs of pregnancy were starting to show on your body and it brought this warm feeling to Suguru’s body.

“Yeah, hold my hand.” You chuckle slightly at his request but comply either way. Each of you holds their own glass above the cake before looking away as you push it down—you hold your breath, Suguru rests his forehead on your shoulder as he mumbles something about not being able to look at the cake. But you muster up the courage and lift your glass, eyes wide and lips parted in shock.

“Sugu—“ you don’t need to tell him to look, he was already staring at the glass with teary eyes. The pink frosting wasn’t something he was expecting to see—he knew he was going to be happy with either but two little girls? His own baby girls—the thought of being a girl dad brings tears to his eyes and you’re quickly pulling him towards you.

“Oh baby,” you hold back your own tears as you comfort your emotional husband, his arms wrapped around your middle. You hear little sniffles and a hand rubs your back before feeling a pair of lips pressed to your forehead.

“Gonna be the prettiest mom to the prettiest girls. Ever.”   

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