𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 — ᡣ𐭩 dad! nagi seishiro x mama fem!reader

“seishiro, have you seen– oh, there she is!” you called out with a soft chuckle, leaning against the doorway of your shared bedroom. you crossed your arms, a smile playing on your lips as you took in the sight before you.

your little three-year-old daughter perched on her father's lap, her tiny hands struggling to hold a controller that seemed comically oversized in her grasp.

your husband turned his head towards you slowly, giving a slight nod of acknowledgement. the subtle smile that had been on his lips earlier immediately vanished, replaced by an exasperated pout.

“... hmm, you're late,” he muttered under his breath, his hand shifting from your child's waist to ruffle her snowy white hair. “what took you so long?”

“sorry, had to pull a late shift,” you sighed tiredly, walking toward the pair. kneeling down in front of your toddler, you extended your hands and snapped your fingers with a warm smile, beckoning her over to you.

“c'mere, baby,” you cooed, “mommy missed you! you were all i could think of at work–”

“mooooveeee!” your daughter suddenly shrieked, bouncing up and down on nagi's thigh, her legs flailing in every direction. nagi quickly steadied her by her waist to prevent her from toppling over.

“daddy! teww mama to moveee!” she demanded, turning around and gripping her father's large sweater with her tiny hands. she flashed him her adorable puppy-eyed look, her large doe eyes the same eye colour as yours.

he sighed, lifting her off his thigh and placing her gently on the carpeted floor. narrowing his exhausted eyes, he stuck out his hand.

“gimme the controller.” he murmured, unimpressed by the look he was [usually] so weak to. she furrowed her brows, puffing her chubby cheeks in defiance as she hugged the controller protectively, her body positioned to make a run for it.

but nagi was quicker– he stood up, swiftly picking her up with outstretched arms, her tiny legs dangling in the air. he turned to face you, his brows furrowed in the same way as your daughter's. it was pretty obvious who she had inherited that expression from.

“this girl's been a brat the whole day,” he groaned, pulling your daughter against his chest and wrapping his arm around her to prevent her from wriggling free.

“she didn't wan' to eat the food that you made for her, ran around the whole house in only her underwear, and kept cryin’ and wouldn't shut up unless i'd let her play with my video games…”

“...’mm, reminds me of a certain someone,” you laughed softly, leaning in to cup his cheeks, your thumbs brushing against his skin as you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

the little girl frowned, babbling some incoherent words as she pushed your face away from her father's with her petite hands.

he sighed, protesting with half-lidded eyes. “you're too mean. i'm not like that,” he glanced back at his child, raising an eyebrow. “didn't i tell you to gimme the controller?” he gently bounced her in his arms to emphasize his point.

“nooo!” her whiny voice cried, burying her face into her father's shoulder and sinking her tiny set of teeth into his flesh.

“ow!” nagi yelped in pain, quickly setting her on her feet. she scurried away, climbing onto your bed and sitting on the edge. excitedly, she kicked her legs against the wooden frame, clicking random buttons on the controller.

“yayyy!” she exclaimed, her mood brightening instantly. however, when the bold 'game over' text flashed on the screen, her eyes drooped over, and glossy tears began to form along her lashline, her lower lip quivering in dismay.

your motherly instincts kicked in as soon as she began to sob. you quickly got down on your knees, wrapping her in a gentle embrace and patting her back occasionally as she hiccuped and drooled onto the crook of your neck.

“aw, baby, it's okay,” your voice was soothing, yet it did nothing to help comfort your crying child.

meanwhile, nagi shrugged nonchalantly, taking advantage of the moment to snatch away his controller from your daughter's tiny grip, a subtle relief washing over his face.

“haha, you're trash, try harder next time–” he teased, sticking his tongue out at her. she peeked over your shoulders, glaring at him through tears. “–it's my turn anyway.”

that tear-inducing comment earned him a painful chop on the head, his video games and controller confiscated, and a night on the couch.

though, you woke up the next morning to find your husband and daughter snuggled together on the couch, fast asleep. your drooling daughter was tucked inside nagi's oversized hoodie, her tiny head peeking out of the neck hole. nagi's huge arms were wrapped securely around her, their chests rising and falling in sync. 

you smiled, adjusting your work uniform in front of the mirror. through the reflection, you noticed that the living room table was littered with papers covered in childish drawings and an unfinished game of snakes and ladders.

taking care of two children was hard.

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⌗ "I'LL GO EASY ON YOU," ⋮ but you absolutely fucking destroy him.

▯ content warning. mentions of video game gunfire, shooting, etc.

"sei, this game looks fun," you murmured, shifting slightly to adjust your position on his lap. his eyes remained glued to the glowing screen, the faint gleam of colours casting a hazy light across his face. his arms were looped firmly around your waist, thumbs expertly swiping over the controller in his hands.

as you were cozily nestled inside his sweater, filled with the subtle scent of his cologne, you felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest. you observe him deftly move his virtual character across the battlefield, shooting enemies and cursing under his breath at each hindering obstacle. after being in this same position for quite some time, a sense of boredom had begun to bubble within you.

"mm, yeah?" he mumbles, resting his chin on your head. he tilts his head down to press a kiss onto your soft hair. "it is."

"can i try?"

he stays silent for a moment, the room filled with the sounds of obnoxiously loud bursts of gunshots. he finally takes a breath and speaks, his voice muffled against your hair. "tis’ really hard though. i don’t think y’can win,"

your brows furrow as you whip your head slightly to meet his gaze, raising your hand to pinch his cheek. "hmm, how would you know? i could be better than you!"

"yeah, yeah, fine," he pulls his face away from your fingers’ grip on his cheek. he gives you a faint smile, exiting out of the game and clicking 'new game'. "i'll go easy on you."

you slide off his lap with anticipation, grabbing the fluffy bean bag he had bought exclusively for you from the corner of his room, placing it next to him. giving it a pat to smoothen its wrinkles, you made your way to the tv stand's drawer in quick strides, retrieving an extra game controller.

"you don't have to, sei," you smile warmly, settling into the softness of the bean bag as you prepare to show nagi seishiro what you were made of. "i want it to be fun."

he nods, hesitantly clicking the start button. while watching the one-minute timer displayed on the screen, he remembers to explain the rules to you.

"basically," he begins, "there’s a five-minute time limit. the person who reaches one hundred kills first, or whoever is the closest to one hundred kills, wins."

"yeah, i know, dummy." you tease, reaching out to tousle his hair, in which he responds with a subtle blush tinging his cheeks rose. "i've been watching you play for at least an hour now."

the bolded numbers on the now-split screen enlarge, signaling the beginning of the new game; 3...2...1...

you waste no time, immediately equipping your weapon, fingers swiftly moving along the buttons. silence was quick to envelop the room, thick with the weight of your competitiveness.

nagi shoots you a surprised, quick glance, before focusing his gaze back onto his side of the screen. suddenly, his attention is drawn to the corner of your part of the screen, where your kill count is displayed.

to say the least, this man was astonished to find out that you’ve racked up 63 kills in slightly under three minutes. his eyes widened in disbelief ever so slightly, registering the number with admiration.

"what the heck..." he accidentally huffs, quickly pressing his mouth together as the sound of his confused voice reaches his ears.

you let out an amused giggle, "surprised?"

he does not respond, lost in his own muddled thoughts. how could he, after underestimating you so badly? how could he say anything when you, as you were currently speaking, have over 60 kills compared to his mere 34?

the white-haired boy feels a prick of suspicion creeping in; he hadn’t known that his partner was an expert at video games. why hadn’t you told him? he sighs, realizing that the person he could have played with all this time was right beside him all along; he would no longer need to play with his tediously boring game-mates or those doltish bots which he had always deemed a hassle.

then, the game came to an abrupt stop.

98 - 52

he stares hard at the game over screen, a deep frown creasing his forehead. "nuh-uh, let's do it again..."

"ahh, i told you i could win!" you cheer, your finger lightly tugging on the skin under your eye as you stick your tongue out in jest. "and sure, i really want to hit one hundred this time!"

a soft grumble escapes his pouty lips as he buries half his head under the inside of his sweatshirt, leaving only his eyes visible. "m'baby's so cocky..."

100 - 67

"fuck, again!"

99 - 75

"this game's gotta be rigged!"

96 - 56

"seiii, i'm boredddd—"

"one mo' time,"

89 - 88

"ack–fuck this shit… i'm going to sleep."

you blink your eyes in silent amusement— this was a side of him you had rarely ever seen. your usually calm, bored boyfriend trying so hard at something; it was adorable seeing him so invested, even if it was simply a video game.

but somehow, you had managed to fire him up enough to the point of rage quitting?

"y’know sei, i was going easy on you..."

"..."

despite his muted response to the fuel you've added to the fire, you catch a glimpse of a proud smile tugging on his lips as he retreats back onto the bed, beckoning you to join him. “that was fun… play w’me again, ‘kay?”

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reaction to you wearing a bikini - reo & nagi (separate)

ft. reo, nagi cw: mentions of gunfire (video games), fem! reader

reo

in preparation for an upcoming pool party with your friends, you had asked your boyfriend to accompany you bikini shopping at the mall. of course, reo, being the filthy rich man he is, agreed to take you to the finest boutiques (he wants you to look better than your friends).

reo followed you across the mall, patiently waiting as you window shopped at each clothes store. after picking out a large selection of bikinis without a care in the world, you hurried to the fitting room.

when you first left the room, his eyes widened like never before; he was entranced by your beauty- captivated by the way the lace ties hugged the sides of your hips ever so tightly.

"woah," he'd finally manage to say, "you look gorgeous..."

you giggled at his compliment and an hour later, you finished trying on all of the bikinis and had thrown them into your shopping basket.

"so, reo, which one looked the best on me? which one should i ge-", before you could finish your sentence, he cuts you off while waving his card in front of you. "all of them. you're getting all of 'em."

you give him a soft frown before pinching his cheek gently. "baby, i don't need twenty-three bikinis, i just n-"

your efforts were futile as reo was already talking to the lady at the cashier.

nagi

for the past thirty minutes, you've been on a facetime call begging nagi to come over so he could compare, rate, and choose the perfect bikinis for you. after all, summer vacation was right around the corner, and you had to prepare the ideal beach wardrobe that would enhance your appearance. so why was nagi refusing to come over, arguing it would be a hassle, despite your persistent pleading? "nagi," you sighed, rubbing your temples in frustration, "can't you just come over? you could bring your nintendo switch too, ya know?" "...nah, 'tis too much of a hassle..." he mumbles softly while concentrating on the rather graphic game running on his computer, flashing lights bouncing off his face and loud gunfire sounds distracting him from focusing on you. then a thought hit you, one that he wouldn't, more accurately couldn't, resist.

so, here you were, posing for nagi and changing into one bikini after another, after drawing his focus away from his ridiculous game and insisting he needed to concentrate on you. upon first noticing your silence, he wasn't concerned and shrugged it off indifferently- that was until he heard your voice calling him from the other end of his phone. "ta-da~" you'd croon, quietly laughing at the look your boyfriend wore—his lips were slightly parted, a light pink blush dusting his pale cheeks. "holy shit," he'd finally gasp, not realizing he was holding in his breath from the breathtaking sight of your half-nude body on his screen, "change into the next one for me, baby." to say the least, you were pleased with yourself for having managed to redirect nagi's attention away from his beloved video games and onto you.

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