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cryptonite-exe · 1 year
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i see you’re taking request!! would you be willing to write some more dating rev head cannons? maybe how he’d treat you during downtime with everyone else? :) so far i’ve fallen in love with your crypto content!
dating the devil | revenant headcanons
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𓆩♡𓆪 pairing ; revenant x gn!reader
𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; AAAA MY FIRST REQUESTTT thank you so much you kind soul!! really hope you enjoy this! (apologies it took long) <3
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the mellow afternoon sun slowly descends, the light of day fading. the hazy atmosphere and silence of the dropship’s clinic was comforting. you sigh deeply and shut your eyes. you relish in the peace of this unoccupied area of the ship, the vibrations of the moving ship was soothing to you. you were hooked on an iv bag to get the fluids you needed to make a full recovery. with an arm taped with wires and strict orders to rest there, you recall the events of the past day as sleep dawned onto you. the match today did more damage than good. your entire shield batteries and med kits being completely shredded by the damn charged rifle ash kept poking you with. the bandages on your waist fit you tight, the inflammation on your skin was no joke. perhaps having personal relations to the other simulacrum has its cons.
the recent schedule of back to back matches took a toll on you- no, rather all of you. octane, who lives for the adrenaline of battle, even expressed how he needed a breather after the recent games. quoting “more stim’s been going than coming, my stunts won’t be as cool without my stim!”. after the complaints, the syndicate announced a week long break with olympus being the stopping place. the legends rejoiced and gushed about their plans for the week filled with partying and clubs, and some choosing to remain in the comfort of their closed quarters.
the next thing you knew, you were coming to your senses. your attempt at going back to sleep was futile, the pillow your head was laying on was so uncomfortable you were convinced it was a brick. no amount of shifting and turning can soften that so called pillow. the white lights of the dropship nearly blinded you when you attempted to open your eyes. you groan and rub your eyes. now pissed and awake, you tried sitting up because you don’t remember the clinic’s pillows were this hard. you immediately stopped midway as a sudden shock of pain presented itself. the pain had you yelling before you can even register where it was. “easy there human” a familiar voice greets you. your hand lays on your abdomen but your eyes pan to him. “what the hell are you doing he- wait, where even am i?” you ask when you saw the unfamiliar room. it was the standard room the syndicate assigned to everyone but there was nothing.
“my room. how idiotic of you to simply sleep there. have you no regard for your safety?” he spoke, standing up. “you were looking for me?” you asked with a laugh, tilting your head to the side. “don’t get all cocky with me, human” he defensively replies. despite his relentless remarks, he places a hand on your back and offering the other to you. you accepted it immediately, he helps you stand up and walk. he doesn’t let go, perhaps waiting for you to tell him off. but you just lean in further into his gentle embrace, one that showed he was scared of harming you. “oh my knight in shining armor.” you gush, half jokingly. he only groans in response.
‘this will be a fun week’
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he's a literal 6'8 (semi) gentle giant
there are the usual homicidal remarks here and there but never towards you
he'd be bored AS SHIT during the break
he complains that "skinsuits are to be killed"
he ends up following you everywhere like a curious cat, always looming over your shoulder to watch whatever you're doing
he doesn't care about pda at all, he let's you do what makes you happy. but when someone points it out he hisses like a cat in water
when the other legends saw him walk behind you everywhere, someone was bound to make fun of him for it
it just happened to be mirage
"who would've guessed murder bot is a murder PET now hah! hahah..." he laughs, fading at the end when revenant snaps his head in mirage's direction
various curses and profanities were thrown that you had to slap him on the arm for it
"hey- no that was too mean!" you express, crossing your arms
"whatever he deserved it" he murmurs, then stomps away like a literal kid
(is back to your side in 5 minutes)
not the best person to gossip to but he does keep an open ear and sometimes asks for details
he'll groan whenever you're rambling for a long time, but he actually feels bad when you shut up
his form of an apology is sticking by your side until you start talking again
he absolutely cannot be left to do a task unless you want claw marks left everywhere
folding clothes? ripped. wiping down tables? scratches. he wants to hand comb your hair? no you're going bald.
he doesn't understand your liking for kissing him but doesn't oppose it
rev : what are you doing?
: kissing you
rev : disgusting. do it again.
doesn't do pet names. you are clinically insane if you hope he calls you one
the most he'll do is "human" or "sweetheart" and not with romantic intent
is scared to even lay a finger on you, what if those hands do to you what they were designed to do?
you have to initiate any intimacy, placing his hands on your waist reminding him it's okay or resting your head on his shoulder to calm him down
treats you like absolute glass- like you would break at a single push
possessive to the power of 10, and it cannot be overstated
no other legend would dare to even flirt with you, an invisible mark that indicates his property is on you
"mine" he mumbles, pulling your waist closer to him as his other hand grips his scythe- bloody from an entire squad's futile attempt to ambush you alone
some would question your taste in significant others but if they asked, you'd answer
"if only you knew"
if only they knew the quiet moments you had just observing each other, curiosity indulging itself
if only they knew the stories he shared from his memories, how his early days as a human haunted him to a point of endless jealousy and anger
if only they knew how tired he was of waking up from every death he hoped was the final one, how you were the only thing he looked forward to seeing
if only they knew how you were the only person he trusted enough to shut down and sleep
if only they knew how you wake up at 3am to see glowing dots on your ceiling, no hesitation to pat the bed as an invite and just go back to sleep
if only they knew how he nudges his head against yours as a kiss, how he caresses your hands feeling the warmth of being human
if only they knew your selfish thoughts of wanting to be one of his kind to accompany him in his lonely nightmare forever
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r-ando-m-w-rite-r · 1 year
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Simple Beginnings
Rev x reader
hey im back for now
actually found some inspiration
rev headcannons enjoy
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-There is usually only two things on Revenant’s mind: murder and revenge.
-He only thinks, craves, and fights for blood.
-He is out for Hammond Robotics; it is his mission to corrupt their whole system and seek the revenge he rightfully deserves.
-But lately, other things have been distracting him from his plans.
-And by ‘other things’, he means you.
-Ever since you joined the games, there had been something about you that had caught his eye.
-Whether it was your small, defenseless form or the way you pridefully carried yourself, having all the confidence in the world despite your size, there was something that drew him to you.
-Of course, at first he had kept to himself, and you hadn’t approached him in any way, instead sticking to that birdie Valkyrie.
-But you had caught him staring once or twice, to which he responded by clearing his throat or casually looking the other way to not draw suspicion. 
-As the time went on, you had ended up on his team multiple times, to which he would treat you outwardly about the same as he would anyone else.
-But you did notice over time how he tended to drop good loot and ammo that you needed in your path.
-This was, of course, intentional, but you didn’t know that.
-It confused you that the murder bot himself was being nice to you in his own way, but you truly didn’t think much of it.
-Well, not until the one night at the bar that changed everything.
-It had been any regular Friday, you chilling at the bar after a game, grabbing a drink with your fellow Legends. 
-The group started slow, but after a few rounds had been passed around, people began to disperse.
-Fuse and Bloodhound were the first to sneak off somewhere, and then Mirage disappeared after the clones that he had set to attend the bar began to act up.
-Octane had ran off to a bathroom to hurl up his 17 shots, leaving you and the couple making out beside you, consisting of Loba and Valkyrie.
-You rolled your eyes at this, walking over to the bar and taking a seat on a barstool.
-Your vision was wobbly and your senses were all mixed up, so you hadn’t realized that you had sat next to someone.
-Revenant watched as you plopped down, tipsy and obviously slightly out of it.
-He had watched you get drunk; in fact, he had watched your group tucked into the corner of the bar all night getting drunk.
-As much as he ached to get closer to you, to at least try to get to know more about you, there was absolutely no way he was going to even go as far as to approach the other Legends.
-It was just in his stubborn nature.
-Looking down at you, he finished off his beer before slamming the glass down onto the counter.
-You looked up, jostled by the loud noise, and towering over you was none other than Revenant himself.
-At first, his eyes scared you; the two beady yellow LEDs burned into you.
-But after a moment, you felt yourself warm to them.
-Your intoxicated brain knew you were at least in his favor, as he dropped little hints sometimes within the games to lead to such a conclusion.
-Without thinking, you leaned into him, wrapping his torso in a bear hug.
-Revenant’s eyes widened in shock, what were you doing?
-He knew you were drunk, but drunk enough to hug a blood-thirsty assassin robot?
-Despite his mechanics speeding up at the sudden arousal within him, he didn’t dare move, too afraid of injuring your fragile form.
-You mumbled incomprehensive words into his middle-section before reaching up and groping for his large claw.
-Upon finding it, you tugged at it until he let you take it and place it on your back.
-You then did the same with the other, making him hug you back.
-He still didn’t move, slightly awed by how cute you were being, whether you realized it or not.
-He did look around, however, and after realizing the bar was pretty much empty, he let himself relax a little into your touch.
-The two of you sat there for what seemed like hours, your thoughts blank, his running faster than Octane on stim could accomplish.
-This was soft for him, but he also secretly liked the attention.
-And it wasn’t the same attention he got when he was killeader in the games or won as the Champion squad.
-This attention was a loving one, one that he hadn’t experienced in centuries.
-You had always seemed to catch his attention, so he wanted this...right?
-Yes, he did.
-Coming to his decision, he quickly withdrew himself from you, careful not to nick you with any part of his arms or hands.
-You let out a whine, obviously upset by this, but squeaked as he picked you up bridal style.
-You would be coming home with him, but not for sex or anything of that sort, just to cuddle and be with him.
-You had tempted him, and he had taken the bait.
-You grasped around his neck, clinging to him for dear life as he turned and began walking towards the exit of the bar.
-You looked into his face, confused and tired from your drunken state.
-He looked back down at you, reading your overall puzzled expression.
-Although he couldn’t reach up to comfort you, he stretched his head down to nuzzle you in the side of the neck.
-Heat rose into your cheek as he did this, and you returned it by smooshing your face into his; it wasn’t the same, but he appreciated the effort you put to replicate comfort for him.
-He pushed out the swinging doors of the bar, taking in your scent, comforting you, and feeling like the luckiest simulacrum alive.
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danddymaro · 2 years
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Aware | Revenant x fem Reader
Imagine A somewhat oblivious reader pinned after more than one Legend. 
- stuck between Rev, Bloodhound, and Valk, and yeah, I’m giving her to my boi Rev. 
🥒 (dill) with it.
Some Bloodhound x Reader
Some/ light Valk x Reader
I didn’t make BH too sweet, sorry. They’re actually kinda...well possessive here, which isn’t too bad lol. I wouldn’t mind a completely yan Bloodhound, but they’re not the OTP here.
- Truly sorry
Word Count : 3559
YOOO this had been a drabble where Rev was just jelly of Bloodhound. LOL. I actually wanted to add more Valk, but I was like, 
 -sigh- 
Loba.
Aware
The simulacrum's eyes glowed a burning amber, the same color of rueful, charring flames as they narrowed towards the sight of anyone else that had the boldness to try and take claim where he prowled.
Most of the time, the target tended to be the intrusive Hound that always insisted in coming in between, arriving between both he and (f/n) in the most literal term.
Their eyes, while disguised behind thick lenses  didn't lose any of their viciousness, and they had no plight in sending messages of definite defiance towards the red-painted creature, words not needing to be exchanged to get the memo across, 
'She's mine.
- All mine.'
They had no fear, no willingness to fall back unlike almost anyone else certainly would have, and that was possibly the most infuriating and unnerving part.
vicious threats of promised carnage meant nothing, neither did a burning barrel pressed right between their eyes, nor did A sharp sickle to their jugular. 
Metal claws have dug into their flesh, creating deep carves that oozed red until their last breath. 
Red ribbons would dance in the air with each slash, with each disembowelment, and yet, it did nothing.
- Bloodhound could not be shaken no matter what was the danger, no matter what fulfilled threat.
Responses came in equal barbarity, their mercy withheld whenever they crossed paths in the games. 
Offhandish comments and dismissive statements became sardonic retorts, the underline mockery and venom in them not going unnoticed by everyone else who'd only ever received gratitude and kindness from Bloodhound.
It didn't take long for them to understand why.
And while it wasn't clear why there was such animosity between them from the viewer's perspective, it was for certain that there was bitter blood between them, and the fans ate it up, rejoicing in the bloodshed.
To the mechanical beast, the stalking hunter was their worst enemy.
They were manipulative in the most shrewd manner, their gentle façade being what guaranteed them the young woman's adoration and praise, much to Revenant’s chargin.
Much worse, they were also territorial, sickeningly so, and they took that trust given to them and used it in their favor, to feed their that nature.
" You must choose your companions carefully, Ástvinur..." Bloodhound warned, the attention they cast down to the female disturbingly fierce and passionate, and as they said the address, it was sweet with affection.
Revenant wondered that if the rest of the world could see it...how couldn't she?
They always stood too close and spoke too intimately as though she belonged to them, existing for their molding and authority, having been born for them and much more ridiculously, being ' a gift sent to them.'
If anyone felt as though they had a right to (f/n) it was Bloodhound.
Sometimes Revenant doubted there was anything truly loving about the way they viewed (f/n), and reasoned that with all of the little claims Bloodhound had made, it was morso an obsession.
Because it sure seemed that way.
Revenant was aware he was no better, perhaps it was hypocritical to say otherwise, but at the very least he only watched. 
He hardly ever took it upon himself to redirect her. 
If she talked to anyone so be it. 
If she was happier, then he chose to watch that happiness, entertained with it.
However, the same could not be said for the other legend. Bloodhound was quick to whisk her way while she was in company of anyone else, and made sure to have her alone, by themselves, because the hunter was "more comfortable with sharing," when it was just the two of them alone. 
That had been the excuse, the bullshit lie that had been told to get her alone.
That had been how they'd pulled her away from the crowd, from his very side.
They always made sure to guide her with a hand on her lower back,
 the satisfied little chuckle they released whenever he knew his rivals had a view of them. 
Revenant could see the way (f/n) seemed to take in the words, perhaps understanding what Bloodhound meant, or moreso, who they were referring to because it wasn't like the simulacrum had a good record amongst the crowed.
"I know," she responded back, sounding somewhat blue, perhaps too pensive about the remarks to understand that the way the other legend came closer wasn't just friendly. 
The way their gloved fingers lightly brushed over her cheek wasn't friendly, but daring for more and lingering for far too long, long enough for the little brush to turn into a gentle cradling of her cheek.
"Gaze upon me," they said, the tone all too soft, coaxing her more into them, wanting every fiber of her being to have lingers of their taste.
"Heed my warnings little one," they added, and (f/n) nodded, though casting her eyes off to the side in a manner of faint defiance, and Rev couldn't help but feel vain.
As he kept his eyes on them, he felt certain.
There was just one thing his little competition could not accomplish, and it was to turn (f/n) away from him.
Try as they might, it was futile.
"You are very..." Bloodhound trailed off, the long, low sigh they released longing, and somewhat in dissatisfaction as well as they realized how stubborn she was. 
"....Cherished," they proceeded after a few seconds, perhaps having debated on what would have been too much to admit, not willing to reveal to her all of the things they had no trouble in reciting to the bot.
It was infuriating how innocent the masked legend seemed, how amicable they behaved towards her while, at the same time the undertone they possessed was anything but. 
Words of concern were just possessive claims that at their best were deemed as little chidings.
Every bit of advice was not for her better being, but for their benefit.
How could she not see how manipulative they were, how selfish they truly were?
- How dangerously the devotion they had for her threaded?
Bloodhound had been the one that had, very "gently" warned off Mirage for having put his arm around her, the innocent, little act that had only been a friendly gesture swallowed with offense.
The other legend and (f/n) had, had an unsuccessful duo, but it was something to celebrate when they'd ranked 2nd, the match so close it would have been a victory if they would have had just one more bullet left in the chamber.
Even if it hadn't been a win, it had been quite the exhilarating spectacle, and if anything was just as good as having the top rank, because having high publicity and ratings generated views.
And if Mirage loved anything besides winning, it was attention.
During the exchange between Bloodhound and Mirage, there were hardly any words in between, only a small talk of beasts and prey, blood and mercy as the hunter's blade was promptly sharpened, each slow, long press of the blade against the surface similar to the wicked motion of skinning.
"- Do you understand?" Bloodhound glowered, and the eyes that were beneath the lenses narrowed viciously at the fretting, tanned skin male.
"Y-yeah!" The wavy-haired legend was quick to say, both hands held up in defense as he awkwardly chuckled, trying to play off how damn nervous he was, and how pain strickenly awkward the situation was too.
' - Geez.'
Elliott had been no fool, and he'd made sure to keep his hands to himself when it came to (f/n) because having the enigmatic legend on his tail wasn't something he was really hoping hard for. 
Nor was it in him to continue to have the murder bot venomously glare at him as he loomed over (f/n)'s shoulder, standing as a sort of haunting spirit in wait for bloodshed. 
Granted he'd never done anything but glare, but still. 
He'd already been wary of the simulacrum, and there was no reason to change his caution.
- Even if there were moments where there were moments of doubt.
(f/n) smiled largely, jumping up as she waved at the bar's owner, "Elli!" she greeted while walking through the doorway, seeming awfully chipper for someone whose shadow was a nearly 7-foot mechanical beast of carnage.
the little rag that had been in his hand was wrung and with a hard swallow mirage smiled back, his other hand shakenly risen, " H-hey (f/n)," he said with a lopsided smile as he eyed Revenant instead, sheepishly peering up at him through his dark lashes.
Normally there was a much more animosity coming from him, but during then he seemed rather tame, looking down with indifference towards the bar's owner, not really caring where he was dragged to so long as he spent time with his little skinsuit.
It made Mirage's shoulders sink down softly, a bit of calm coming as he noticed that the bot was subdued.
 Rev sat down by (f/n) and drowned the harsh liquor given to him with little hesitance, his expressionless face somehow holding the faintest show of interest with every word that dripped from her lips.
-And talk, she did.
'It's...kind of ...cute?' Mirage tried to reason.
It was sweet in a weird way, kind of like when you find a wild animal and instead of tearing you up, it decides to cuddle with you.
'Yeah...something like that,' Elliott thought with a cold sweat running down his temple. 
Revenant, who at his best had always been standoffish and snappy was rather sweet with (f/n), any of the little dark remarks he threw her way being in the form of teasing that got a few giggles back.
For a split second mirage thought of something else, borderline x-rated, and he nearly dropped his glass during then, immediately receiving his two customer's attention.
'That's just weird...' he started, ashamed with himself... but still curious. 
Did the simulacrum come with those parts?
'I'm pretty sure he can get them attached...I think...uh...' his eyes then dipped down to the loincloth and he felt his face burn.
'Does it...pop up?' he wondered, questioning whether or not the simulacrum walked around packing.
'I sure hope they use a lot of lube,' he thought with pity. 'I mean....unless it's not metal? I wonder if-'
"- What the hell are you looking at skinsuit?" Revenant said with a narrowed gaze as he realized Mirage kept staring at him, his damn eyes directed down beneath his waist. 
It was...unnerving.
Beside him, (f/n) also stood with curiosity, wondering why in the world her friend seemed so...red. 
He seemed red as he babbled, his dark eyes shooting everywhere else but the two.
Mirage wouldn't openly admit it, but he was considered dense at times, an idiot too. 
Yeah, he paid attention and disagreed, so that was a point for him.
-But (f/n) ?
(f/n) took it to another level, because somehow, she couldn't see how much effect she had around her admirers which didn't just include Bloodhound and Revenant.
Bloodhound was a hassle for Rev, but other times it was the cocky smirked sky bird that dared to stand too close and touched (f/n) far too much, pushing boundaries no one else dared to when it promised a target to their head by two of the most dangerous legends.
She was too friendly and if that weren't bad enough, the way she spoke to her was much less withheld, sometimes borderline crewed.
It was known she was a womanizer, and it was sickening to see (f/n) ease into such a lure, not quite understanding that the flirtatious talk wasn't all for jokes. 
The almond-eyed female's smile would always be half lifted, the specific smirk she adorned haughty when she was being spectated by the hunter and bot.
And (f/n), sweet (F/n) stupidly smiled in amusement and enjoyment. 
Valkyrie had no fear either, perhaps more of an adrenaline spike when she realized just how much the bot despised the consistent flirting, even if at the end of the day she received nothing but (f/n)'s friendship in return. 
"What?" Valk said with a low, an almost harmonious hum ending her words as she narrowed her eyes at Revenant.
"You think I'm afraid of you evil trash can?" she added with a smirk that made his claws want to extend and tear through it, the only thing stopping him from doing so being the (h/c) haired young woman whose smile truly did mean the world to him.
Weakness...
 - It was all damnable weakness that he couldn't let anyone else have hold of.
"Think again," she said while standing opposingly, her arms crossed over her chest as she even tilted her head back slightly, her chin upturned. 
And even if he towered over her, she still looked down at him with that arrogant smirk, and he was certain that somewhere in her little, worthless skin bag brain she was even more driven by the idea that she could spite him somehow.
He released a low snarl before collecting himself again, hoping to strike low, "What about Loba...?" he asked her, and at the name of the thieving brat, Valkryie's demeanor shifted.
surprised, frustrated...embarrassed.
She clicked her tongue," What about Loba?" she said back, her eyes cast aside.
- She'd rather not talk about that.
 It was at that moment that (f/n) arrived, her placid smile warming into a true one as she caught sight for the two.
 "Hey guys," she greeted them, " You two seem to be getting along," she observed, seeming rather pleased that two of her good friends were seeing a middle ground.
"Yeah..." the bot murmured, "Getting along," he repeated as he eyed the light-haired female with a glare that demanded her to follow his lead.
"Yeah..." Valk started, "Turns out we have something common," she said back, and throughout the moment they both looked at (f/n).
Revenant released a low, gruff grunt, as Valkyrie merely smiled back, chuckling softly.
He'd never reveal that the highlight of his nights was having (f/n) fall asleep next to him, leaning close and in search of comfort after watching films with bloody chaos and cheesy jumps.
She'd insist on horror movies, and he always agreed because every little shaky hop she performed brought her closer to him, and it was worthwhile.
She'd made him swear to keep it a secret how much she squealed and flinched, and he felt pleased to know that it was a side of her no one else could see.
Bloodhound could try and lead her in their direction. 
They could try and coerce her into their mindset. 
They could hunt her down and search for her as much as they wanted, but at the end of the day, she searched for him instead.
She searched for Revenant and was comfortable with every side of him he showed her from the initial, callous side that despised having her close, to the tamer, softhearted one that had taken just a little digging to find, and had him following her instead.
Valkyrie could continue to coat her in sugary words, and while she managed to turn (f/n) into a bashful little mess with every other line, the young woman always brought them back to Rev with the hopes of getting a reaction out of him. 
She told him of the idiocies and had even had it in her to use the material on him if only to get a little chuckle out of him every now and then.
- So maybe he'd have to give a little thanks to the sky bird for that.
he never quite found her to be competition because it was clear as day that she still pinned over Loba, and she wasn't going to let go of that any time soon, no matter how much she tries and shift that over to (f/n).
Sure her intrusion was annoying, but he kept his eyes on the real threat to which he also felt the slightest thankfulness toward when considered.
He'd also have to appreciate how hard Bloodhound worked to try and come in between because it just made (f/n) even more determined to stay close, the effect being an outcome the hunter could not have foreseen but would certainly detest.
"Hey..." (f/n) softly murmured, her eyelids falling heavily over the glossy (e/c) colored orbs that struggled to lay focus.
The clang of the glass against the surface held more power than her voice, and it meant that it was almost that time to leave.
The sound that came from him was only short of a grunt, perhaps more of a hum as he acknowledged her and her pathetic attempt to get his attention which came in the form of tiny, little murmurs.
"Rev..." she added, her head lazily leaning onto his arm, giving him just the slightest jolt, like a little spark of electricity had tickled him.
"Are you even listening to me?" she asked him just as quietly, a yawn proceeding her words.
Again he made the same sound, and it didn't seem that she liked it too much because she pouted. 
"Rev...I... I don't know if what I feel is right..." she started.  "Bloodhound is really sweet..." she started, and he felt his body stiffen, his motion stilled as he waited for her to continue.
"But..." she breathed out, sniffling,  "But I don't like how they talk about you..." she added.
"I don't like it when anyone talks bad about you..." she continued to babble, "It hurts so much..." she lamented. 
And if he had a heart, it would still, as she breathed out the next line, 
"You know, I love you...Maybe that's why it hurts," she said while reaching for her half-empty glass. 
The attempt was made in a somewhat silly manner as she used her index and middle finger as legs to ‘walk’  the rest of her hand over the surface of the counter until it reached the container.
"I wonder if you feel the same," she added while stopping short of reaching the glass, instead choosing to snuggle close to him for a short minute, 
“I hope you feel the same,”  she revealed before reaching out again with her other hand.
Before she could touch it, a large, metallic hand took hold of it, his palm laying over the open top as he listened to her lightly slurred words.
"sometimes....no one listens," she said with gloom while latching onto him, immediately feeling at home.
 "Well, maybe just you," she admitted." I think you love me too...don't you?" she softly giggled.
Wordlessly, Revenant slid the glass over to Witt who caught it just before it touched the edge.
"- I'm going ahead and close the tab," Elliot said softly while pointing away from them, momentarily leaving them be and only taking a glance back to see the bot gently move her, adjusting her in his arms to carry her.
Meanwhile, Revenant held her with tenderness, and she looked so small in his arms that his need to hold her close felt like a duty.
"Do you love me?" (f/n) asked him again, and he could feel her eyes on him, waiting, expecting, and possibly yearning.
He felt insects crawling over the insides of his artificial organs, giving him a little tickle that made his knees feel awfully weak.
Wasn't it enough that he was carrying her back?
Wasn't it clear when he let her drag him everywhere... when he bothered to come with her because he couldn't trust anyone else to keep an eye on her when she'd clearly gone over what was enough for her?
With her in his arms he then brought his attention to the other person in teh bar,
 " - Charge it to mine," he said lowly, speaking to Elliott who, while he'd tried to give space, couldn't help but look at them with a touch of a smile as he listened.
"- And not a word to anyone else," he advised in a snarl, all as (f/n) released a soft, blue sigh, feeling ignored.
“Got it...” Witt said warmly.
“Revv?” (f/n) then breathed, her voice so sweet, the male carrying her registered the taste of sugar.
"If I say yes will you just shut up?" he questioned her as he walked out of the building, his tone awfully soft to match the calm night.
"Only if you mean it...." she responded back, and he scoffed,
"How would you know I mean it, huh?" he questioned her. 
- sometimes she made no sense.
“Because I trust you,” she said back, and  to him, it felt like another declaration of love.
Her feet which hung over his arm lightly swayed in lazy movement, and the meager rocking distracted him for a moment. It became interesting as he’d felt too reluctant to look down and find her eyes on him.
Her movements slowly lost enthusiasm, and he then released a short grunt of annoyance, and frustration.
He prepared himself with a long, low breath, but stopped short when he finally found it in himself to look down at her to find her sleeping.
His shoulders slacked and his head hung for just a second as his steps took a pause.
“...Yes,” he muttered with hesitance, the doubt within the word stemmed from not uncertainty, but the warm flutter he felt.
- A shame she wasn’t aware.
Iss Okay?
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izanaslvr-444 · 4 months
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i would let this man bang me so hard with no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen door to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I grasp for air, scream and huff, upside down on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on the chair, being carried, against a wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on the motorcycle, in the bed of a trunk, in a trampoline, in a bounce house, inside a pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, toe clenching, back arching, legs shaking, fist clenching, muffled sounds, ear ringing, mouth drooling, nose drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, can't take it anymore, legs divorcing and breaking in half, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, fireworks, sheet gripping, knuckle cracking, jaw dropping, soul snatching, over stimulating, ovulating, vile, sloppy, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, Beasley, devilishly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, black hole cresting, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, body numbing, can't walk, head nodding, volcano erupting, sweat rolling. Voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, skin peeling, pussy popping, back cuts, heavenly, devils tango, and still worth it.
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rowarn · 7 months
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simon is the type who laughs at you when you whine about how you want to cum with him ):
like he's eating you out or fingering you - prepping you for the monumental task for taking his hefty cock. he's so skilled, so attuned to your body that he doesn't even have to try before you're teetering on that delicious edge.
you whine out to stop, that you want to cum with him ): and he just laughs at you. this condescending chuckle that sends heat to your cheeks and makes you feel silly for having spoken.
"do you really think i wont make you cum again after this?" he scoffs, crooking his fingers just to watch you fight the way your eyes want to roll back from the pleasure, "i'll make you cum on my fingers and then i'll make you cum on my fuckin' cock, don't be stupid"
he's so MEAN about it, glaring at you all through the orgasm he forces you through, watching as you tremble and gush on his fingers.
and just to be even MORE mean he makes you cum twice on his cock - just to drive the point home. you don't have to worry about cumming with him because you're going to no matter how many times he milks your orgasms before he's ready to cum himself <3
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stargirlo · 2 months
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men that talk u thru it while they destroy ur insides ♡.
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oki okie. having sex w ur boyfie can be consensual and gentle at some times, but there can also be nights were he absolutely destroys you in & out >< while he says the sweetest things against ur ear!! eek! it makes u melt into a little puddle like an ice cream melting on the sun.
he has u in a mating press, pussy in display, boobs all mushed against one another as his hips rut against yours. he's huffing and panting like a dog getting its treat before leaning his upper body against yours, his grip on the back of your knees tightens slightly as his hips snap and roll into your pussy. his cock nuzzles in deep into your sopping hole, a lewd squelch erupting along the way.
his lips brush against the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear.
"my good girl, takin' me so well . . . you like it, baby? c'mon answer me . . ."
"i know, i know, sweetie . . . jus' one more 'kay? i promise, one last time."
as he brings you close to another orgasm, he'll always embrace you close to him, assuring you that you're doing such a good job and calling you his good girl :(( all the while ur a crying mess & babbling how it's too much, and he knows that it's too much 4 you </3
"let it all out baby, yeah i got you . . i got you, fuck─ you're so tight, sugar . . ."
"aah─ you're so pretty like this, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl . . ."
"fuck, look at me like that again and i might just fuck you again . ."
he prolongs the pleasure by rubbing your clit slowly in circles as he continues praising you, his cock throbbing and softening inside you as his cum slightly gushes out of your pussy, watching it flow down beneath the wrinkled bedsheets.
"i know i promised that this will be the last one but . . . i can't help it, sweetheart. need ta' fuck you one more time . . . can you do that for me, again?"
oh boyyyyyyyy :oooooo
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💌: suguru geto, nanami kento, hiromi higuruma, shinichiro sano, draken, mitsuya takashi, chifuyu matsuno, ran haitani (sometimes :<<<), jj maybank, hawks, zhongli, jing yuan, gepard, kuroo tetsuro ++ your favs!!!
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moechies · 4 months
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tw dark content heavy infantilization, smut
boys who baby you so much it's so suffocating </3
・゚✧ boys who wake you up in the morning with soft kisses against your pantie covered cunt, tracing the outline of your squishy lips and drawing hearts on your clit <3
・゚✧ boys who kiss n suck on your tits so gently that it's not enough, slightly warning you with a light squeeze to your wrists when you keep on squirming, 'i know sweet girl, s just a bit more.'
・゚✧ boys who endlessly finger you, telling you that it's because he's prepping you for his overwhelming cock.. when you're borderline begging n begging for him but he just won't give it to you!
・゚✧ and finally, boys who barely slide their thick tip inside your sweet hole, just to get off on only that! he thinks little girls like you aren't made to take such big cocks, n makes you cry for him to push in deeper. but he denies it, saying, ‘you aren't ready baby.. this is for the best..’
౨ৎ mahito, oikawa tooru, tendou satori, nagi seishirou, meguru bachira, ran haitani, draken ryuguji <3
(n more i cannot think rn ahahahwjw bye)
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sunaluv · 5 months
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'IS SHE TAKEN?'
in which someone asks your man if you're single
feat: ran, gojo
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RAN
the club setting was filled with more excitement tonight. don't get it twisted, any club or event hosted by the haitanis was guaranteed to be the event of the day, good vibes, hot people, and lots of money to be made. but when one of the brothers was actually present at the club? something about their aura seemed to bring out the vibes in people.
ran's hooded gaze watched adoringly at you across the club, the setting bringing nostalgia to the first time you met. ever the social butterfly you were, accepting another phone number from one of the girlfriends you made tonight. the other members of the roundtable looked at one another, wondering if the haitani brother was even present.
"no wonder you're so distracted, boss," the man next to him nudged him with his elbow, to which ran side-eyed him. "she's a looker, d'ya think she's single?"
your boyfriend appeared neutral as he let the guy ramble on about how hot you were, and what he would do to you given the chance. he missed the harsh roll of ran's eyes. if he didn't know you were spoken for, he would make sure this guy knew by the end of the night.
as if on queue, you waved bye to your new friends and started to make your way to the table. eyes followed your figure as you passed, but that was to be expected when the prettiest girl at the club walked past.
"hey, sweetheart," his soft lips pressed against the crown of your head. "you alright?"
"i'm good! a little tired though," you let out a deep sigh, melting into his arms. "these heels have been killing me..."
wordlessly, his large hands had your ankles in his lap, undoing the buckles on your heels and rubbing tender circles into the irritated skin.
he smirked at the relieved sigh that left your lips. "my buddy here has something to ask you, sweets."
the man next to you seemed to go silent since your arrival at the table, the consequences of his actions just hitting. a deep breath followed by a gulp as he wiped his damp hands against his slacks. he almost flinched when your hooded, yet dominating gaze met his own eyes, but after remembering who and where he was, he gained his composure almost as quickly as it left.
"nah 'ts nothin'," he waved his hand. "just a passing thought, is all..."
others both around the roundtable and those dancing near it tried not to make it obvious that they were watching the exchange going down. they found themselves pitying a character who would not deserve it, under different circumstances. but, as discussed, the haitani aura seems to throw things off of balance.
if he didn't want to talk, ran would do it for him. "he wants to know if your single, claims he could give you a lay better than your man could,"
your eyes left the man, instead looking over your boyfriends face in silent communication.
'you and i both know he can't'
'...i know, my love, just humor me every once in a while?'
'you're such a character sometimes, haitani'
'you love it though'
eyes darted between you, awaiting your response, thus his sentence in anticipation. he didn't know what telepathic language you were communicating in, but he was glad to not hear his fate get discussed right in front of him.
"i'm very flattered, but i have a boyfriend, sorry." your response was dry towards him, but the gaze you held with ran was anything but.
catching wind of what was about to happen, you excused yourself from the table, leaving a kiss on the corner of rans mouth, whispering a 'be good' in his ear before leaving.
whatever happened after your departure was not your business, after all.
GOJO
"hey man," a hand belonging to an unfamiliar man clasped on satorus shoulder. "do you know if the girl you came here with has a boyfriend?"
you had dragged your boyfriend to one of your friend's parties, much to his dismay. he's sworn off drinking after geto's blackmail folder started getting a bit thick, meaning there was nothing fun to do other than socialise, but he didn't want to after people flocked to him for the wrong reasons.
so now he was maybe the only sober one in this lively scene, which leads to the current events.
he spoke your name for clarity. "uhh, I'm not sure. you can go ask her if you want. ill even put in a good word for you."
has this man been a fraction more sober, he would've questioned why the blindfolded man's smile was so wide, or why he was so willing to help, but alas, this was a party and alcohol was supplied.
"thanks, dude! you're such a lifesaver."
satoru almost felt bad for the guy. he was practically buzzing whilst traversing through the sweaty bodies in search of you. he felt bad until he remembered how bored he was before this happened, he has to put himself first sometimes.
after a couple stumbles, reroutes and a rest break, they had finally found you in your angelic beauty, laughing with a group of girls he didn't know.
he thought it was quite cute how the guy seemed to become more shy at the sight of you, and satoru couldn't blame him. had he been someone more normal, he would act the same in your presence.
one of the girls caught sight of the pair by the entry and gestured you towards them. your face softened slightly at the sight of your six-foot-something boyfriend and his... friend?
"hey toru," you smiled, before looking at the other man. "who’s this?"
satoru said nothing, slapping the guy a little too harshly on the back before stepping back. the floor was his.
"hey," he breathed out, before introducing himself. "i saw you come in with your friend earlier, and just wanted to know if you were seeing anyone?"
your heart rate picked up, but not for the reason the guy was hoping. why was gojo like this? did he enjoy seeing you suffer?
he obviously did as when you looked over your shoulder to the said man, he gave you a big, encouraging grin with both thumbs up. the audacity.
he had thrown you to the wolves and left you to fend for yourself.
"uhm..." you breathed, trying not to shatter the poor guy's heart. "i have a boyfriend, unfortunately. sorry."
"what do you mean, unfortunately!" satoru mocked you from behind the guy. "I'm a total catch, right?" he turned to the guy. "right??"
though delayed, the guy had finally come to the realisation he had been punked by the man who egged him on the whole time. his face burst into a deep shade of red, apologising profusely before rushing back into the crowd.
"you're such an ass, gojo."
"the last name huh?" he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm in for it arent i?"
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chalkscene · 6 months
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tokyo revengers ⇢ WOULD YOU KISS ME FOR $10 OR THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD FOR $700?
ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani & shuji hanma x f!reader (separate)
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“wow,” you drawl when MIKEY doesn’t have an immediate answer, “you’re actually thinking about it.” “i like kissing you. i love it. but baby,” his voice raises slightly in urgency, “that’s 700 bucks.” sure, the question was hypothetical but that’s not the point. “so you don’t think i’m the prettiest girl in the world?” mikey only tilts his head, confused by the accusation in your tone, then his body goes rigid upon registering what you meant. “no, wait. i do!”
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“the prettiest girl in the world,” DRAKEN answers in a heartbeat. “and that’s who?” you quiz him in jest which makes him chuckle. “you, of course.” “right answer.” you beam at him before you lean in for a kiss, humming against his lips in satisfaction when he pulls you closer. soon, you feel him smirking against yours. “that would be 710 dollars.”
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“you,” MITSUYA says with no hesitation followed by a gentle press of his lips on yours and warmth quickly blooms in your chest. “always you,” he adds. when it comes to showing affection, he has always been direct and this time is no exception. but you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t tease him, “you know someone prettier than me?” he blinks at that, stunned and stupefied by your words, “what?”
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RINDOU only stares at you, expecting you to break character and say you’re messing with him but the expectant look on your face remains as you wait for him to answer so he does: “you.” “do you think i’m the prettiest girl in the world?” “i do.” you can tell rindou’s being sincere but you don’t miss the subtle quirk of his lips before he continues, “but i doubt you have 700 dollars.”
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“baby, you’re worth more than 10 dollars,” HANMA exclaims and with a smile, you dare him to name a price. “how much am i worth then?” “a thousand,” he says too confidently you can’t help but coo at him. “you’re too sweet.” his mouth stretches into a wide grin, satisfied with himself, and gives you a peck on the lips but not without a brief snicker. when he pulls away, there’s a glint of mischief in his eye. “you owe me a grand.”
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effetsecndaires · 3 months
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— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐦𝐞𝐧 + 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.
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➺ INCLUDES: wakasa imaushi, haruchiyo sanzu, hanma shuji, shinichiro sano, ran haitani (all of legal age, timeskip or bonten) x fem!reader
➺ CONTENT WARNING | this post contains explicit porn links!! you may need to have a twitter account or change your privacy settings to be able to see them. The women on the videos are white-skinned + please do not interact if you are under 18.
➺ NOTE | tokrev version !! again, the links will probably disappear after a little while but i'll do my best to replace them or find similar ones when that happens!
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➟ WAKASA
Wakasa knows your body like the back of his hand, and he knows it. The look on your face along with those sweet, pathetic little sounds you make as he pounds into you tells him everything he needs to know. He's only been fucking you for a couple minutes and you're already moaning, babbling and begging him to go harder, your tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips.
↳ LINK ↲ [broken :(]
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➟ SANZU
Sanzu could spend hours playing with your pussy before even thinking of touching you with his cock. He’ll have your back pressed flush against his chest, fingers rubbing your clit in fast, frantic circles, his hard cock poking your lower back as he watches you squirm and whimper for more.
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➟ HANMA
Hanma fucking loves your tits. It doesn't matter what size they are, he'll have his hands and mouth on them every time you ride him, sucking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it while his free hand gives equal attention to the other breast, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb.
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➟ SHINICHIRO
Shinichiro loves giving more than receiving, and he’s not afraid of letting things get messy. He’ll greedily lap up your pussy while he fingers you, his index, middle and ring fingers buried deep in your cunt as his cum leaks out in thick loads, trickling down his hand as he pumps it out of you.
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➟ RAN
Ran has fucked you on every flat surface in every room of your shared house, but his favorite place to fuck is the bathroom. He’ll have you laid on the counter, one leg lifted and propped against the sink while he fucks you from behind, your moans echoing off the thin, definitely not soundproof walls. (Bonus point if you're in front of a mirror)
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chrollohearttags · 7 months
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the ones who love to talk their shit while they’re in it. The cocky motherfuckers who bragged on it because they knew what they were doing. They can’t stare at your beautiful face for too long though or they’d be forced to tap out just as quickly. So he opts put you on all fours and fuck you relentlessly from behind. A hand stationed at the small of your back and another cradling your throat as that heavy ass bounced against his pelvis. Coating those round cheeks with a sheath of baby oil because it made that pretty brown skin of yours look even better. He could stare at it for hours..watching that thickness ripple with each deep stroke. His cock housed inside of you as if it belonged there..never wanting to pull out. And he wouldn’t so long as you kept creaming for him the way you did. “Yeah..you nutting on this shit, huh, baby? Got you creaming all over daddy’s dick. Does it feel good?” Cooing to you with a rhetorical question he already knew the answer to. But he had his response as far as he was concerned when you leaned down to chomp on the pillow in front of you. “Yeah, I know. I know, mama..but you can handle it. You keep fucking me back so you obviously want more. I’ll give you all the dick you want, don’t worry..as much as you can handle..” assuring with a heavy handed slap to your ass before so casually gliding a thumb into that puckering hole. The squelching noise along with your gentle stream of squirt had him ready to give you his load right then but he held his composure a little longer. “Ooh fuck..she’s talking to me now. So wet, I’m barely even staying in it..” but alas, he didn’t wanna pull out. Not when you reached around and grabbed those cheeks to spread them open. “Mmmm….that’s my girl. Show me you know what to do with it. Nobody can take this shit the way you can.” And he’d fill your head and ears with all the encouragement you needed. After all, what were a few words when he could easily back them up?
───✱*.。:。✱*.:。✧*.。✰───────✱*.。:。✱*.:。✧*.。✰
eren, gojo, sukuna, onyakopon, aomine, toji, draken, kisaki, taiju, connie + anyone else you’d like to add
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animexts · 8 months
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"You better die after me"
Characters: Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani and Sanzu Haruchiyo.
MASTERLIST | Open Requests!
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Ran Haitani
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"You better die after me" Ran says suddenly, watching Y/n make their lunch.
"What are you talking about silly?" Y/n says laughing.
"I know I'm kind of stupid sometimes-"
"Sometimes?" Y/n interrupts Ran, causing him to snort, and pull her onto her lap.
"I need you to know I mean it when I say I'm not going to live a life without you in it." Ran says kissing Y/n's cheek.
"Rindou wouldn't like to hear that."
"Oh come on, you know he likes you more than me." Ran says making Y/n laugh.
He watches her smile with hearts in her eyes.
"Please let me die first."
"Alright, stop saying those things Ran!
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"Woman!" Rindou says entering their shared room.
"What was Haitani Two?" Y/n responds without looking at her husband, still making the bed.
"You better-" He stopped as soon as he understood what she had said. "What did you call me?"
"Haitani two" Y/n says smiling innocently at husband.
"For the sake of our marriage, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."
"Right, and why did you look so angry?"
"Oh right...You better die after me!"
"Than you -" Rindou interrupts his wife holding her face and kissing her nose.
"I couldn't bear to see you go, so obey my order, and don't die before me!" Before his wife can answer, Rindou kisses her mouth.
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"Where is your lady, Sanzu?" Ran asks teasing Sanzu.
Yes, he knows that the best way to tease this maniac is by talking about his lady.
"She's home, safe at home." Sanzu responds without looking at Ran.
"How are you so sure she's safe?" Rindou says, making Sanzu look at him.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sanzu gets up, facing Rindou.
"Calm down Sanzu, they're just being idiots." Kakucho says rolling his eyes.
The Haitani brothers laugh and go back to talking normally, but Sanzu can't stop thinking about what Rindou said.
He steps away from the group and, with trembling hands, dials his number, which he has memorized.
"Come on, fuck, pick up, please." he says as he hears it call three times.
"Hi love"
Sanzu closes his eyes relieved to hear his girlfriend's voice.
"Damn it, for the good of society You better die after me."
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danddymaro · 2 years
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Hugs | Revenant x Reader
He's not too nice, lol Maybe very snarky AT BEST.
corniness
:3
Based off the Saviors Launch Trailer, mostly thought of as I saw Loba and Valk// so cute.
word count: 2070
Hugs 
You faintly recognized your surroundings as the room spun, the thick knot that was forming at the back of your head evidence of how battered you were, along with the oozing red that dripped down from your scalp, and what most certainly felt like a shattered rib. 
"ow..." you muttered weakly, rapidly blinking to try and ward off the sudden haziness of your vision that only let you see blurs behind a thick sheet of moisture.
One of your hands then moved to lay over your ribcage, ghosting over the left portion where the scalding ache continued to fester from and made your body unwittingly curl as a low hiss was performed.
You could be exaggerating, maybe there wasn't anything broken, but it still hurt like hell and something definitely felt like it'd snapped.
Something surely felt like it needed mending. 
The recognition of sound came later, and somewhere Mixed along with the newfound sense was indication of gunfire as well as the bestial roar of the large crustaceous monster, and another cry that reached you and made you shrink. 
The cry, or rather, shriek, was a shriek of complete fury, and you instantly recognized it by the voice alone, the inhumane sound immediately registered to one being.
You knew who'd released it, but you didn't know why.
You just hoped he was alright, and not a mess of scattered pieces that while didn't indicate his death, still brought you sadness.
After all, there was nothing more disheartening than the sight of him torn, the consciousness that still clung to the body existing through pain, unable to simply switch off and avoid such a nightmare.
You hoped he was alright, and he was, 
- somewhat.
His body seared with heat, the entirety of it consumed in black the second he saw the beast swipe at you and connect an attack, much more when he witnessed it go for a second strike just after you'd been hit.
He'd moved swiftly, his body twisting itself in accordance to reach you and stand on guard, taking the strike if he had to, something he'd been doing frequently, more times than he'd care to count.
He could take it.
After all, he was nothing but replaceable parts, and you... weren't.
Luckily, it was unneeded as the rest of the legends had moved in on it, forcing it to retreat, the varmint not knowing which way to go other than back as it was met with an onslaught of bullets and heavy fire.
You lay there, breathing, but unconscious, and as he turned back and saw that, it got the better of him, the rage he felt needing an outlet, making him turn back to your attacker with a menacing stalk.
"I'd take a bullet for you," you said coyly, leaning into his arm as he sat there, waiting on the dropship. 
What had you so attached to him, he wouldn't be able to really name, perhaps lunacy, especially when he thought of how you thought you were inconspicuous.
Did you really think you had anyone fooled?
People were starting to talk...
"-Then take 6 " he was quick to say, and that made you pout, the sudden drop to your happy smile making him snicker. 
- Well, at least you were entertaining.
"I'm serious," you added softly, a touch of bashfulness to your words, and the look you wore became distracting enough that he ignored the banners before him. 
As you started to focus on the sight before you, you saw all of the other legends move, armed and ready, advancing in a unified attack against the beast that had swatted you away like an itsy bitsy fly until you hit  hard surface  headfirst.
Slowly, you managed to stand, your wobbly legs barely functioning as you staggered forward, wanting to do something other than lay there watching.
Meanwhile, the simulacrum that oozed dark smoke and was covered in black turned back to you yet again, finding you on your feet and moving towards everyone else with that damned look in your eye that sometimes convinced him you were crazy..
It was the same infuriating look you wore when you actually did take those hits for him.
It was the same one you wore when left alone, not cowering after your team gets the short end. 
And if he were being honest, it was the same one that had him interested in you to begin with, because unarmed, you'd charged at him. 
- Without a thing but that lunacy, you beat him.
"Make it count!" you said hastily, speaking to your partner after staying back, the arc star you had in hand an unconcern to the bot as he was sure he could evade your throw.
He'd moved towards you, ready to slice through you when you'd stuck the darn ordinance in your own chest during your run, the surprise serving as a distraction that left him stunned for just a moment to have you successfully on him.
You clung to him, your arms and legs both pressed down to him before you revealed another arc star, jabbing it to his own back just before the first erupted, the powerful surge of energy that came between you two sending you both in different directions, the annoying stun of the first leaving him too disoriented to do anything before the second went off.
Revenant let out a roar as he was stripped of his shield and with a pathetic amount of health left over as your teammate came through in little time, the trail of green that he left behind an indicator of who it was.
"Chica that was crazy, even for me!" Octane praised as he charged toward the bot with a shotgun, the close-range shot sending him to his knees, unable to do anything but watch you two celebrate.
"Got you something," octane said while turning, throwing his second weapon towards you as well as a well-needed phoenix kit, both of which you seemed grateful for.
After chucking the weapon at you Octavio then turned back to the simulacrum,
"Yikes...look at you," he then said while looming over Revenant, looking down at him like shit on a shoe, " Looks like she pulled a fast one on you, amigo." He added with a little chuckle, somewhat wary of the dark glare he received, which while belonging to a subdued bot was still vicious enough to cause caution.
With a refreshed sigh you smiled before you looked down at Revenant whose eyes had left the speed demon and had once again found you, the malice that had festered in him well written in the gaze.
Again octane turned back to you, a thumb pointing over his shoulder to where rev was,
"Hey, you gonna finish this guy off...or?"
A 10-second pause was set between the question and your answer, one that for some reason bothered the simulacrum,
" I hate to kick a man while he's down," you started, turning away from him instead,  "You do it," you said to your friend, who nodded fastly before pushing the bot back, just to have him receive a quick throttle of kicks, eliminating him from the game.
"That sucks for you, compadre." octane started, " But at least it wasn't boring, " he said as a condolence and to think that was the last thing he registered.
He then lowered his weapon, and for a hard minute, he stood between both the creature and you, not knowing which to move towards. 
It was either finish the beast off or make his way towards you, turning you back to cover, taking you away from any more harm because from what it looked like you had the intention to go near it again.
He couldn't put into words how frustrated he was with you, and neither could he easily admit how relieved he was to see you move. 
It brought him just enough comfort to settle down the bloodlust he'd been drowned in, enough for him to turn into ash before once again reverting to his previous state by the time he reached you. 
"You," he said while stomping towards you, the menacing strut one you didn't flinch at, but rather moved towards with comfort at the sight as you’d gotten too used to him to have such weariness.
His hands clamped down on your arms, extended claws digging into you before he pulled you in towards him suddenly.
he took you in his arms, your body encased by them, stiffly restrained by his hold, and all you could really do was grow wide-eyed.
"Hmm..?" you only made a little noise of surprise as one of his hands skimmed over the back of your head, feeling the warm red that had drenched your hair and even crawled down your neck.
It was certainly tender from what small whine you made, the disgruntled sound bothering him and prompting a little rumble from him.
"You stay back," he said as you released a short, tired breath before melting in his arms, grateful there was something there from letting your full weight crash down.
- Maybe you did need to sit down.
"Hmm? What are you doing?" you breathily asked him as he continued to hold you, forgetting about the awful monster that had attacked you, which, by then had fallen in defeat after an onslaught of raining missiles. 
the question had made him notably stiffen, realization slowly dawning upon him before he released a low, annoyed growl, "You were getting in the way!" he said angrily, not answering your question.
 "...So you hug me?" you asked him, the way you said it not at all sassy, but rather, sweet, almost as though you were about to cry.
- Ah....maybe he did care.
"Hug you?!" he questioned you in frustration, and it deterred when he felt your arms struggle to wiggle out of their pressed spot so they can round him.
"You care about me..." you said softly.
  "You didn't want me to get hurt," you added with a soft amusement, but moreso regret because of how awful you'd been to him as of late, all out of spite.
He hadn't told you he'd leave, instead, the news came from someone else who'd heard it from someone else.
To think it was from a rumor of all things, and that’d what had hurt you the most and had you avoiding him, trying to get him out of your heart even before he left. 
"Me?! care?!" he said "Did that thing scramble your stupid skinsuit brain?" he asked darkly. 
"I think so," you murmured, your cheek pressed against him. 
"My head hurts," you said with the same softness, the fuss you wanted to make over your ribs forgotten as your body went numb, but that thick, heavy pounding persisted in your skull.
And it left you in Revenant’s arms, still cradled, and tended to furthermore as he took it upon him to carry you, and as he did he received those damn looks again.
He then let out a low growl, annoyed.
The redheaded medic that watched him couldn’t hold back her amusement and smug smirk  as she strutted towards him, "I got yuh, just keep your head up, ya look worse than her," she joked, somehow able to read the worry on the simulacrum as though he could actually make expressions.
“- Ya girl’s lucky I'm here,” She started, “ Patchin’s mah busines,” she added, not at all bothered to tend to her friend, even if she had terrible taste in men.
“- Just fix her,” he sneered, gingerly putting the (h/c) haired woman down, something that lifeline nearly snorted at because he was trying to had to save face.
“She’s useless to me like this,” he added whilst glaring down to the unconscious woman.
“ Oh, dis boy,” Che breathed, rolling her eyes.
“I saw ya worried look ova there! Ya holdin her like ya like her, like ya ready to -”
He couldn’t hear more, Revenant deciding to cut her off with a snarl, 
“Fine!” he said with exasperation, “ Just fix the damn girl,” he ordered, defiantly flustered, something Lifeline seemed pleased at,
“ Speakin’ like that... I know yuh heart's in the right place,” she said with an amused chuckle.
Rev didn’t budge, instead staying with arms crossed as he watched you be tended to by the combat med.
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joonipertree · 8 months
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Imagine being Mikey's girlfriend and having so many teenagers giving you respect as if you're the leader of the number one biker gang in Tokyo.
Imagine how confused everyone in your school is when a group of bulky, testosterone filled, aggressive high schoolers come and bow at a 90° angle. You're staring with reddened cheeks because ???????????
But they're off to go to class without a word, muttering to themselves. Your classmates and friends are like: "dude what the fuck happened?" and you're like "I don't even know."
Then some fuckers come and offer to hold your bag for you? To get you lunch? Someone gave you their bento? And everyone starts noticing how it's only the delinquents that do it. Mostly the ones wearing the Tokyo Manji uniform.
If there's a Toman member in class, you bet your ass they'd threaten the teacher for you. Like "They got that answer right!!" and you're like "no!!! I didn't!!!"
You're so scared your teachers were gonna give you detention. Or call your parents to let them know their child had a gaggle of delinquents doing their bidding.
God, imagine if they call you a title. Like "princess" or something. I can't even think of a title suited for this. But like something cringey that gets you annoyed and the clueless people around you start having even weirder theories.
Biggest one? You're the Yakuza's daughter.
IMAGINE!!!! IF SOME OF THE TOMAN INNER CIRCLE WERE THERE SJSNSNSJKSKWKA
I'm imagining Baji and chifuyu laughing their ass off in the corner, on the floor, gasping for air. And when you notice them, you run and ask if they had anything to do with this.
Baji wishes and chifuyu was growing purple from lack of oxygen. You kicked at them and wacked them with your book. WHICH MADE THINGS WORSE BECAUSE YOUR FELLOW STUDENTS ARE SEEING U BEAT UP GANG MEMBERS. YOURE A RAGING MONSTER IN THEIR EYES NOW.
If the toman members see this, do you think they'd be afraid of you? They'd be shaking in their boots at someone most likely half their size and that couldn't even win an arm wrestling match.
You'd ask Baji and chifuyu to tell them to stop. They would very loudly call you princess and run away cackling.
I'm pretty sure in highschool, the inner circle go to the same school. I don't remember but Takemitchy, Hakkai and Chifuyu go to the same school right?
If you think Takemitchy would help, chifuyu convinced him not to. Anyone else there is just someone you couldn't get a hold of. And you just ended up ignoring the delinquents and going about your day. Which just made you look like even more of a gang leader, walking down a hallway with a blank stare while people around you bowed.
Some non delinquents call you princess and you're telling them that "no, it's a prank. A sick joke that my boyfriend is playing on me."
People realise very quickly why you were being treated like royalty when the school day ended.
Because lo and behold, The Invincible Mikey was standing at the gate, leaning against his infamous bike as he waited for you. People just stopped and stared, not bothering leaving the vicinity, out of curiosity and maybe fear.
You see Mikey and start stomping towards him, everyone holding their breath because 'the yakuzas daughter was going head to head with the captain of the Tokyo Manji Gang.'
But Mikey was smiling brightly, arms open for a hug as he made grabby hands at you.
You came close and kicked him on the shin.
I honestly can't imagine everyone's reaction. Stunned silence. It's a sense of doom I think. A sense of 'rest in peace'. But also, the utter shock and respect you'd just accumulated from your peers in a second. You had some mad fucking balls to do that shit. Even full grown adults wouldn't do something like that to Sano Manjiro. People were ready to join your followers and praise you.
The kick was weak by the way, Mikey didn't even flinch. He just looked confused and then you ranted to him about your day and suddenly he was fully relying on his Babu to hold him up. Because my god, was he laughing his ass off. He couldn't breathe.
If Ken-chin was with him, let's be honest he would be, the man would also be on his knees dying of laughter. Just...imagine every Toman member that's part of the inner circle.... laughing vehemently at you for this.
With grumbles and glares, you try walking home by yourself but Mikey is quick to pull you back into his arms. His laughter hadn't stopped but he was leaning on you now.
The way one sinewy hand was on your waist while the other was tangled in your hair...made it very clear what you guys were to each other.
It was a collective 'oh.....oh' moment.
Mikey peppered many apologetic kisses on your cheeks and you whined about how embarrassing it was and how people were watching. Unbeknownst to you, Mikey had slyly made eye contact with anyone staring and glared daggers at them.
Ken-chin then decided to stand in front of the two of you and throw daggers at the on lookers for him.
And as much as you wanted to push away, you leant into his kisses and let him give you one on the nose and forehead. He tasted sweet on your lips too and your arms were around his neck, pulling away to stop the boy from going overboard like he always did.
"I'll treat you to lunch to make up for it?" Mikey whisperer gently, eyes soft and lovesick.
"Promise to call a meeting and tell everyone to stop?"
Mikey snorted, "Yes princess."
The punch on his arm was a lot harder. Mikey made an exaggerated pained expression, snickering to himself as he pulled you in close.
"It's not like it's a lie, though. You should be treated like royalty and have everyone do your bidding."
The blush that rose on your cheeks made his heart flutter.
"Only you can....treat me like that."
Oh he's not letting go of you any time soon.
Bonus: Later on, when you meet Baji and Chifuyu...they call you princess and burst out laughing. You promptly throw both of your shoes at them.
I also feel like if the Haitani brothers caught wind of this, it'd just be the worst for you. They are the snarkiest motherfuckers.
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♡ SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT
ft. keisuke baji, chifuyu matsuno, takashi mitsuya, ken ryuguji, manjiro sano, shinichiro sano
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KEISUKE BAJI
“are you kidding me? you know you can’t sleep without me, so why even try?” he swiftly begins to collect the blankets and pillows you’ve spread out on the couch, carrying them back to your shared bedroom. “we don’t have to talk about anything, just don’t act as if it can’t be solved.”
you sit on the edge of the couch, watching him putting all the blankets and pillows to their old places. sighs and huffs leave him as he moves around in the room, clearly still frustrated after the fight between you two, but he refuses to not sleep in the same room as you.
it doesn’t take too long before you finally enter the bedroom to find him changing into a pair of sweatpants. “if i see you trying to make a bed for yourself there again, i will carry you here next time, so go sleep,” he says as he lays down under the covers, watching as you do the same.
you glance over at him, staying still on your back with your hand outside the blanket, making it easy for baji to reach for it with his own, intertwining your fingers together without saying a single word. he is slightly turned to his side, but his eyes are closed and you can’t help but smile slightly, perhaps you might be able to solve the fight tomorrow or it may already be solved.
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CHIFUYU MATSUNO
“hey, we don’t have to do all this, okay? let’s go to bed and talk everything out before we go to sleep,” he kneels by the couch where you’re laying, putting his hand over your shoulder.
your back is turned to him and eyes shut close, trying to stay quiet as he keeps speaking, asking you to join him in your shared bed. maybe it would be for the best? would you ever really be able to sleep without him by your side? how can you even stay mad at him when he’s being sweet towards you even though the two of you were yelling at each other only an hour ago.
eventually, you begin to sit up and look down towards him. he reaches for your hand before leading you into the bedroom so the two of you can lay down beside each other.
“i’m sorry for overreacting,” you whisper as you lay on your side, keeping eye contact with him but he simply shakes his head, flashing you a light smile. “you didn’t, i get why we were both angry at each other, we’ll do better next time we’re frustrated,” he strokes your cheek before leaning in to place a soft kiss to your lips. “as long as we solve it at the end of the day, it’ll always be okay.”
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TAKASHI MITSUYA
he tried, he really did try to fall asleep without you by his side, simply because he wanted to respect your privacy and allow you to be in your own little bubble, but he can’t fall asleep. he can barely close his eyes as he can only think about you and how he shouldn’t have raised his voice as much as he previously did. he needs to apologize and beg you to come to bed, otherwise he might break down and cry, not that he would admit it.
“hey baby, i’m sorry for earlier,” he whispers as he sits on the edge of the couch, stroking your leg lightly as you open your eyes to look at him. mitsuya looks back at you for a moment before wrapping both of his arms around your waist and helping you up into a sitting position before pulling you in for a warm hug.
he hides his face in the crook of your neck while holding onto you tightly. “we’re okay, right? i’m sorry for acting the way i did,” mitsuya speaks quietly and you lean further into him, closing your eyes while doing so. “we’re okay, i’m sorry too,” you mumble.
the two of you keep holding onto each other before he opens his mouth once again. “will you come sleep in our bed?” he asks and you smile softly before nodding your head and following him into the bedroom you two share.
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KEN RYUGUJI
he sighs as he watches you try to make a bed for yourself on the couch. his arms are crossed and he’s leaning against the wall, eventually rolling his eyes when you begin to walk towards the bathroom to brush your teeth. ken quickly grabs your arm, pulling you towards him so you cannot walk any further.
“you’re not sleeping out here tonight,” he says and you stare back at him, trying to stay mad as the two of you look at each other. “yes i am, you don’t have any control over me.” “i don’t have control over you but i think we both know that we can’t sleep without each other, so stop making a bed for yourself out here and sleep in the same bed as me.”
for a second, he almost looks unsure as he speaks. he bites at the inside of his cheek, waiting for your reply as he keeps holding your arm, afraid to let go. “am i allowed to brush my teeth?” you ask and he nods, loosening his grip on your arm so you can leave for the bathroom and he can get ready for bed. he still doesn’t know if you will decide to join him or not, but he stays hopeful.
ken slides under the covers and looks towards the door right until it opens and you come inside. you don’t say a word as you lay down beside him and he lets out a sigh of relief before moving slightly closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist like he always does. “i’m sorry,” he whispers as you rest your head on his chest. “i don’t ever want to make you feel like you can’t sleep in the same bed as me.”
you reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers with his, letting out a quiet hum. “i overreacted a little as well, it’s not all your fault. we’ll just do better next time,” you admit and he nods, smiling gently as he holds you as close as he possibly can.
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MANJIRO SANO
sleeping in a different room than your boyfriend was much more of a difficult task than you thought. you have come to the realization of how much his tight hugs and warm cuddles helped you fall asleep at night, how comforting they were. no matter how mad you previously were at him, you can’t help but miss him, even though he’s only a room away and fortunately, he seems to be feeling the same.
he doesn’t bother keeping quiet as he walks through the door and into the living room to find you on the couch, eyes wide open. manjiro tilts his head to the side for a quick second before taking a giant leap and jumping onto the couch, landing right on top of you so all the air in your lungs go out.
you can’t help but giggle as he clings onto you, not wanting to be without you for another minute. he places a few kisses to your cheeks before resting his chin on your chest, looking up at you. “never sleep out here again,” he mumbles before poking your cheek. “or i might die.”
he then proceeds to press his lips to yours for a quick kiss and you nod, reaching your hand to his head to gently brush your fingers through his messy blonde hair. “let’s never fight again,” you whisper and he hums in agreement, gripping your shirt as if his life depended on it. “never again. i wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
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SHINICHIRO SANO
your boyfriend was never one who would yell at you nor raise his voice whenever you did something he didn’t enjoy. instead he would try to act as if nothing was wrong, not wanting to communicate his feelings and this was something you didn’t like. he always pretended like everything was okay as if he can’t speak to you about his feelings, so you eventually decided to ask him what was wrong and after lots of convincing to speak, he couldn’t take it anymore. he lost it completely, yelling in your face and asking you to leave him alone.
perhaps this was your own fault for pushing him so far, so you decided that it was best to let him be alone for as long as he needed. he never usually snapped like this, so you quickly understood that something must be wrong, but there’s no idea in trying to help him when he doesn’t want you there. so you’re now on the couch, just awoken from your sleep as you turn to your side and notice shinichiro sano sitting on the floor with his head on the edge of the couch.
you shake his shoulder lightly to wake him up and he quickly does, instantly looking up at you with tired eyes and messy hair. you move a little so there’s space for him to lay down beside you on the couch which he quickly does. he puts his arms around you and buries his face into the crook of your neck as tears begin to flow down his cheeks. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry for yelling at you. i know you just want what’s best for me and i shouldn’t have treated you like that, i’m so sorry,” he sniffles.
“it’s okay, shin. i’m sorry for trying to pressure you into talking, but it really does help if you would communicate your feelings to me. i always want to know whenever you’re feeling down or if there’s something i’ve done that you don’t like. i won’t ever get mad at you for any of that, so there’s no need to hold your feelings back, okay?” you stroke his head and he nods frantically as he grips onto you tightly.
you place a kiss to the top of his head and cup his cheeks so he’ll look up at you. he wipes his tears away and takes a deep breath as you give him a sweet smile. “are you feeling better now?” you ask and he nods. “mhm, thank you. i will make it up to you tomorrow, let’s just cuddle and sleep now, i missed you so much.”
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moechies · 1 month
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men who punish you by giving u a pussy job .. <3 sliding his cock in between your puffed up folds, nudging at your cute clit over and over.. just to remove himself from you and start stroking his slicked up dick above you, paying no mind to your pleads and your empty apologies.
‘nd he ends up cummin’ all over your face, rubbing his seed all over your cheeks and pushing some into your mouth as you cry for more.
౨ৎ toji fushiguro , sukuna ryomen , naoya zenin , shidou ryusei , baron shoei , draken ryuguji , wakasa imaushi , hanma shuji , childe <3
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