#smiley x black reader

[ac1dl4v3]

sugoaku.

who . . nahoya kawata x fem!reader

length . . 3.1k words

warnings . . mature/smut!, oral (ftm), dom smiley, angry being absolutely precious, hair pulling, quickie, kinda public indecency, second hand embarrassment lmao, throat fucking, no after care i must admit

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𝓨ou smiled from cheek to cheek with excitement as you entered a new ramen shop in Tokyo. Sugoaku.

"Oh wow, it smells amazing in here!" You exclaimed, starving your ass off. You barely ate last night and didn't touch any food at all today. All so that you could savor their food as much as possible. You'd heard so many good things about the shop, you didn't want to make yourself feel underwhelmed.

You took your headphones off your ears and placed them around your neck, the cushions laying on your exposed chest. "Hey, can I get a beef bowl?" You asked, taking a seat. There were only two guys in the kitchen in front of you and they both looked over at the same exact time. It startled you.

One of them had a cheeky smile across his face, while the other couldn't help but look pissed. The angry one had cotton candy blue hair and the smiley one had peach colored hair. Both of them had the same hairstyle; poofy afros pulled back in a puff. Regardless of their differences, you could definitely see their resemblance to one another. They were twins for sure. You looked at their name tags to figure out who was who.

"You want me to make it?" Asked Souya.

"Or me?" Added Nahoya.

You didn't see why it mattered, but you trusted the peach haired one more. The angry one seemed like he was pissed enough to spit in the noodles while you weren't looking. Of course, you had no idea he was the sweeter one of the two.

"You." You said with a smile, pointing at Nahoya. "Please?"

Nahoya hesitated, finding it difficult to not look at your cleavage. Sure, it was strangely hot outside today in contrast to the rain all week, but that tank top was still way too revealing. He was also sure you neglected to put on a bra; he could see the print of your nipples through the thin white fabric.

"Yeah, sure. Coming right up!" He exclaimed, preparing the noodles and dumping them in the boiling water.

You watched as he gripped the knife to quickly chop the onions, not slowing down in the slightest. He was oddly good with a knife. It was satisfying to watch him cook, you couldn't take your eyes off of his large, strong hands. His knuckles turning white from how hard he gripped the utensil. Even as he placed the finished product in front of you, your eyes followed his hands back to the kitchen before you realized he was done.

"O-oh." You stuttered, feeling stupid for not paying attention. He got a towel to wipe off his hands and forearms. Both brothers watched as you took apart the chopsticks and licked your lips in anticipation. "Thank you for the food!"

First, you pulled your faux locs up in a messy bun. You started with the pink and white naruto and then you moved on to the hard boiled, sliced egg. You were taking your time to savor the meal, enjoying the salty fish cake and lightly peppered eggs. It was nice, but Nahoya was impatient. He wanted you to get to the good part already.

Once most of the toppings were gone you moved onto the noodles, mixing them up lightly in the bowl. You gripped a bunch in between the chopsticks and opened your mouth wide to take a bite. A few seconds later your eyes widened in surprise before you shut them closed and slammed your open hand on your thigh. Once you swallowed it you couldn't help but sniffle and ask for a napkin.

"I didn't think it'd be spicy! That was a surprise!" You exclaimed, satisfied with the taste. "I'm a fan, but I didn't even see you put anything strong in the mixture. How'd you do it?"

Nahoya was fascinated that you could still speak. Wasn't your tongue throbbing? You were rubbing tears from your eyes and sniffling from how harsh he prepared the bowl, yet you were planning on finishing it? He was almost speechless.

"It's a family secret!" He managed to say, nudging at his brother to help him out. "Right, Souya?"

That guy still look pissed, but you were surprised by his calm response. "Yup.. a Kawata family secret."

You nodded in understanding before picking back up your chopsticks. "Next time I'll have to try yours, too." You decided, pointing a stick at Souya. "I'll bet yours is the sweet one!"

The boy tried to hide his blush by turning around to clean up some extra pots in the sink. Nahoya just chuckled at your claim. How'd you figure it out without even trying it yet? You were confident, that was for sure.

You slurped up another mouthful of noodles, not prepared to ask for a beverage until you finished the entire bowl. A few customers nearby cheered you on, not being able to handle the spice themselves, and it only encouraged you to persevere.

You only stopped between mouthfuls to clean up your face, but Nahoya wouldn't mind if you just let it stay a mess. He found it entertaining the way drool would run down your chin and tears would occasionally stream down your face, but you kept shoving his food in your mouth. Did you like it that much? You didn't have to eat it all, but you did. And he watched in astonishment as you held the bowl up to your lips, juices running down your chin as you finished every last drop.

You sat the bowl down loudly on the counter with a proud smile, your face damp with sweat, tears, and broth. The restaurant was silent for a moment until you spoke out with confidence.

"Thank you for the meal!" And with that, everyone turned into an uproar. They all clapped and ran over to you, a few of them asking if they could take a picture with you. You noticed critics smiling in their booths as they wrote down things on a piece of paper in satisfaction. You couldn't stop smiling, you felt like the shit. Hell yeah you came in there and finished the whole bowl on your first try. Yeah, your throat and stomach were burning like hell, but you did it!

Once everyone calmed down, you stood up and reached for your purse to find your wallet. Nahoya went to the back of the shop for more ingredients in the mist of all the excitement, so it was just you and Souya out here. You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment as you lifted your purse on your shoulder and laid your elbows on the counter. You leaned over so you could whisper and get his attention, your cleavage making its presence known in front of him.

"Uh.. excuse me?" You said, getting his attention. He walked over to you, trying his best to maintain eye contact.

"Hm? What is it?" He responded, drying your now clean bowl in his hand with a towel.

"I think I left my wallet at home.. It's not far at all, though! I could run and get it, I'll come right back!" You explained, hoping he'd let you off the hook. You really did want to pay, the food was great. "I'll even leave my purse here so you know I won't ditch."

Souya scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and looked around the restaurant. "Why don't you see if someone will spot you first?" He proposed, remembering how everyone praised you not too long ago.

You shuddered at the idea of asking the other customers here for money.. especially after you caused such a big scene. But the most you could do was try.

You walked over to a girl about the same age as you near the window. She was scrolling through her twitter feed when you interrupted her. "Um.. excuse me, hi.. Would you mind if I borrowed a few dollars? I forgot my-,"

"Girl, I don't get paid enough to buy two meals at a time." She said, holding her hand up. "I'm really sorry." You were annoyed that she cut you off like that, but apologized anyway for interrupting her meal and decided to ask someone else.

Souya watched in second hand embarrassment as you walked over to the grumpy old man on the other side of the restaurant. Souya knew quite well himself how much of a bitch that guy was and felt bad that you decided to talk to him of all people.

"Excuse me, sir. Sorry to bother you, but I forgot m-," You felt a tick mark form on your forehead as the old man scoffed in the middle of your sentence. Weren't these the same people just treating you like a fucking celebrity?

"Get the fuck away from my table dressed like that! Who do you think you are? This is a food establishment, not a strip club." He said, embarrassingly loud. You were this close to shoving his chopsticks down his wrinkly ass throat.

"You're right, this is a food establishment, not a fucking retirement home." You retorted. "Can you even walk with those crippled ass bones? Maybe you're so rude because you can't even go take a shit without-,"

A voice interrupted your assault from somewhere near the kitchen. "Excuse me, would you mind following me, ma'am?" Called Nahoya, walking past the sliding doors to the back of the restaurant.

'why is everyone interrupting me today, fuck.'

You sucked your teeth and kicked one of the legs on the table, causing the old man to curse you out as his ramem tipped over on his lap. You stuck out your tongue in response and went to the sliding doors in the back of the shop.

You didn't expect to see three more doors on the other side though. Not knowing which one to open, you went with the first one. You immediately shivered and slammed it shut. It was the freezer. The second door was the storage cabinet; it was pretty deep and full of boxes and stocked shelves of ingredients. Nahoya was waiting for you in the third room which must've been some kind of lounge. He was sitting on an L shaped couch with a glass coffee table in the middle. LED lights lined the border of the ceiling and a small TV was mounted in the middle of the room. This was a pretty big ramen shop if they could even fit a lounge back here.

You closed the door behind you and walked up to him, bowing as you apologized. You noticed he wasn't smiling when you came in and were trying to avoid making eye contact. It was intimidating..

"I didn't mean to cause a disturbance in your shop." You apologized, nervously. "I forgot my wallet at home and decided to-,"

"So how're you gonna pay for the bowl?" He asked, his voice sounding intrigued. He didn't care about who was bothered by the events going on in his shop, he was more curious as to what you'd come up with as payment. Wash dishes? Take up his shift for the day? Clean up shop later?

"I'll do whatever you ask." You said, standing up straight- your breasts bouncing in the process. "It was irresponsible of me to forget my money at home, so I'll do whatever you ask for today."

You'd just gotten your nails done, they were a perfect white. Not a nick or scratch to be seen. But you were prepared to get them dirty. You were expecting him to make you wash dishes or clean the stove. Your nails would definitely look like shit later; it was beginning to look like a sad day.

"Get on your knees."

Your eyes widened and you looked down at the man sitting on the couch in surprise.

"E-excuse me?" You felt dumb for speaking, but there was no way he meant what you thought he did.

"I said get on your knees. Are you dumb or somethin'?" He asked, man spreading and leaning back. His smile had found it's way back to his face already. "This'll be your payment."

You cleared your throat and bent down on your knees, awaiting his next command. What more could you do in this situation? You said you'd do whatever he asked for today and you were a woman of your word.

"I was surprised." He said, standing up and unbuckling his pants dangerously slow. "I didn't think the first person to eat my whole bowl of spicy ramen would be a girl."

You were offended. "Why does it ma-,"

"You're not gonna talk without permission, k'?" He asked, not expecting an answer as he looked down at you. You nodded to show you understood and he patted your head. "Good."

He pulled down his pants enough for you to see his print beneath the black boxers. "As I was saying.. It was really impressive. You didn't take any breaks either. I bet it made your head hurt, huh? And does your throat burn too?"

You stayed silent, not knowing how he'd react if you spoke out of turn again.

"Well, whatever." He said, finally pulling out his dick from it's restraints. "Just treat my dick how you treat my ramen, alright?"

Nahoya looked down at you in anticipation as you nodded and pulled your faux locs back up in a messy bun. You built up a good amount of saliva in your mouth and he watched in satisfaction as you licked from his tip to the back of his shaft, coating it with your own lube.

Your tongue was warm against his rubbery skin. When he pulled it out he wasn't even that hard yet, but you were beginning to notice him grown in your hand. You ran your hand up and down his dick, spreading your spit on it in the process. You leaned your mouth closer to fan your warm breath against his pink tip. Teasing. You locked eyes as you ran your tongue against his sensitive slit, quickening the pace of your hand jerking him off.

You licked your lips and took his tip in your mouth, squeezing your lips together and popping off of him with a kiss; a string of saliva following your plush lips. Before he could tell you to hurry up, you took half of him in your mouth. Your warm, drenched tongue moving around the veiny details of his dick in a teasing manner.

You maintained intimate eye contact with him, your tits bouncing with a clapping sound each time you bobbed your head against him. Every time you took him in, you went deeper and harder. So deep that his swollen tip was now slamming violently against the back of your sensitive throat. He cursed under his breath as you gagged but never slowed your pace, bobbing your head faster and breathing heavily through your nose.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you heard him try to hold back a moan in his throat. 'that was hot' The show you were putting on for him was godly. You were trying so hard even when your throat was already sore from his first time feeding you. Could you really take another meal?

"You're good at that, y'know?" He said, panting like a dog as you throat fucked him. You nearly pulled yourself off of him when he decided it would be a good idea to buck his own hips. He watched the shape of his dick indent the inside of your gummy cheeks with every shove. "Oh fuck, keep going."

You did as he said and rotated your tongue around him, the taste of his pre-cum lathering the back of your throat. You ignored your own gags and tried to move in sync with his hips, earning you another moan from Nahoya as your throat vibrated against his dick.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-," He shoved his hand against the back of your head and put your movements in sync with his thrusts. He quickened the pace as tears finally streamed down your chubby, full cheeks. Your throat was already sore and now he was fucking it without any restraint. You could barely breathe as you choked against him in pain, trying to pull back to take a break. But he wouldn't allow that.

"What're you cryin' for?" He asked, wiping away one of your tears with his other hand. "Don't tell me now you wanna take a fuckin' break." His pace didn't even slow down at the sight of your struggling efforts. In fact, it got rougher. His hips thrusts were getting sloppier, more chaotic. He was shoving himself in and out of you with all of his strength. You couldn't keep up, he was insane to put it all in your mouth at once like this. You couldn't take it. You gripped the back of his thighs and scratched against the fabric of his pants in an attempt to save yourself, but it only encouraged him to finish.

You felt him twitch in your mouth, somehow hitting your throat harder out of excitement. He was chasing his release, adrenaline alone keeping him at such a steady yet inhumane pace.

"Shit, I'm fucking close." He warned, out of breath. "You're gonna swallow it all, too. Every last drop, understand?"

You breathed heavily through your nose and moaned in response, scratching harder against his pants. A few more heavy thrusts and he pulled out, immediately ordering you to open your mouth, which you did. You hung your tongue out to your chin and closed your eyes as he shot his warm cum down your throat, painting your tongue white.

He smiled at your messy appearance and went to get two towels, wetting them in the sink. One for himself and the other for you. He cleaned himself up before bending down to wipe up your sticky face and neck.

"Good job! You're really impressive y'know?" He praised, sitting next to you and letting you collapse against his chest in exhaustion. Your only response was your heavy breathing as your eyelashes fluttered in an attempt to stay awake.

You were pulled out of your attempt to pass out by Nahoya sitting you up and reaching in his pocket. "I'd love to play some more, but I left my little brother out there by himself." He explained, putting his responsibilities first.

You rubbed your eyes and nodded, not having any more strength in your lungs to speak. You fixed yourself up and grabbed your purse to follow Nahoya out. But just as he reached the door he stopped with an "oh!" and turned around to face you with a cheeky smile.

"By the way," He stood where he was and reached into his pocket, tossing something to you. Your eyes widened in disbelief at what you were now holding. "Here's your wallet."

★ ac1dl4v3 productions. all rights reserved, do not plagiarize.

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[quartzalynlove]

Being A Kawata Sister

Summary: imagine being the sister of out favorite demon twins

A/N: black fem reader and blasian angry and smiley

The boys look out for each other and love each other dearly

That being said

They bicker nonstop at home

You can't count how many times nahoya snitched to you or you had to desperately stop souya from crying out of frustration after Smiley's been playing too much

Sometimes they even try to make you the judge in their squabbles but you have none of it

"Y/n, tell him he's being stupid!"

"Will yall quit it! Kill each other about it for all I care but leave me out of it."

They're big softies at home tho

They've trusted you with many secrets to take to your grave

Their fellow delinquents could never find out about the stuffed panda that angry sleeps with (or the times you and Smiley had to keep him from crying when he couldn't find it)

Not to mention the fact that Nahoya still sucks his thumb and cried at every movie

Yall could watch the funniest comedy where the lovers get together and the dog doesn't die and he'll still find something to sob over

When it comes to cooking they'd be dead without you

Souya overthings every step

While nahoya doesn't think enough

They both annoy you in that brotherly way

Nahoya will constantly poke you then insist he isn't doing anything when you get agitated

And souya will crash himself into you without warning

It's not all malicious he'll just want a hug or something but he knows being all up in your space at first will irritate you

You do their hair exclusively

Souya will have the decency to manage his own hair twice a week but nahoya treats you like a personal stylist

Them hardly being injured after a fight is only partly from them being that good

You hate it when they've been out all day and stumble back in the house all beat up

It only ever happened twice and that's because you held your tongue the first time

They felt so guilty for making you worried like that and swore they wouldn't fight so recklessly anymore

Being together brings all of you a lot of comfort

It always feels a bit empty between them when they're out with toman while you're back home

If they come home late and you're already in bed they might just jump in your bed

While you don't mind in theory, they both toss turn and kick like they fight demons at night

At the end of the day you love your brothers and they love you

But it'll always irritate you that you're the only who knows how annoying they are

#sibling prompts #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev headcanons #angry and smiley #souya kawata #tokyo revengers souya #tokrev souya #nahoya kawata #tokyo revengers nahoya #nahoya x reader #smiley tokyo revengers #angry tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers toman #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x black reader #souya x reader #nahoya x you #black reader #black characters #fluff #fanfic #black writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #my writing #kawata twins #angry kawata #smiley kawata #writing

[vixcynn]

・✶ ｡ﾟ SNEAKY LINK — tokyo revengers

contains: gn/afab reader, cheating, suggestive-ish?, 0.2k wc, these niggas is dogs but y/n aint doing right either😒👎🏾

He's so nonchalant about everything. He spoiled you as if you weren't a side and had 0 issues bringing you into his family's home, letting you use his wife's belongings, and even taking you on the bed the two of them slept in. The setting made you uncomfortable at times, walking inside seeing barbie dolls and blocks scattered on the floor, family portraits on the walls and even his kids drawings on the fridge. He made it clear to you that his marriage meant little to nothing to him and you couldn't help but feel a little bad for his wife... not enough to stop though.

Taiju Shiba, Hajime Kokonoi, Tetta Kisaki, Ran Haitani, Shuji Hanma, Manjiro Sano

He knows it's wrong and yet he can't keep himself from indulging in you every now and then. It was almost sad with the way he'd turn his hookups with you into a therapy session with how much he bitched about his wife. Like to the point where bringing her up in bed was banned because it became an immediate turn off for you. Once in a while you'd come across the couple in public and made a silent eye contact with the man. He was quick to go about his business but you couldn't help but see a feint expression of guilt on his face.

Takemichi Hanagaki, Nahoya Kawata, Ken Ryuguji, Rindou Haitani, Keisuke Baji

Cheating?? This boy??? Yea uh uh not round here. Mans does not play bout his relationship in the slightest idcccccc he stands on business.

Souya Kawata, Shinichiro Sano, Takashi Mitstuya, Seishu Inui, Chifuyu Matsuno

© VIXCYNN. — please don’t plagiarize my work. all rights reserved.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers x black reader #taiju x reader #kokonoi x reader #kisaki x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader #hanma x reader #mikey x reader #takemichi x reader #smiley x reader #angry x reader #nahoya x reader #souya x reader #draken x reader #baji x reader #shinichiro x reader #mitsuya x reader #inui x reader #chifuyu x reader #(„ᵕᴗᵕ„) library

[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

𝔐𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔢

Characters: Takashi Mitsuya x Reader, Keisuke Baji, Nahoya Kawata, Takemichi Hanagaki, rest of Toman mentioned

Warnings: Swearing, bitches messy asl, idek girl this shit jus came to me

A/N: Italics+bold=other girl

"Bitch, you look like a fucking mutt, bitch."

Right now, you and Toman were on the way to see a movie. You sure as hell was not getting on no motorcycle, so ya'll were walking.

However, comma, dumbass Takemichi had to use the restroom even after you told everyone to go before ya'll left.

So, ya'll stop at a park so he can go. While ya'll were waiting, some little girl wanna come up and flirt with your man.

At first, you were side-eyeing her and rolling your eyes like, 'Bitch, get the fuck on.'

You brushed it off, cause you know you and Mitsuya are locked in for real. Besides, everyone could tell he wasn't feeling her at all.

Now, not once during this whole ordeal was you ever disrespectful towards that little girl, but she wanna be rubbing on his arm and shit. So, you had to do something. As politely as you could muster, you said, "Uhm, ion think my man wants you touching all on him like that."

And you gently pushed her crusty hands off him. Then, she wants to go and get disrespectful and say, "Don't touch me, you musty bitch."

Okay, now you're upset.

Then, Mitsuya, being the gentleman he is, says, "You need to watch your mouth. I really wasn't interested anyway." And shrugs her off.

Then, for some reason, she wanna go off on you.

"Bitch, please. You look like Freddy Krueger. I really should beat your ass."

Mitsuya, already knowing something was about to happen, was already between the two of you and pushing you back.

That aint do shit, though, cause all you did was yell over his shoulder.

"Nigga, you should not be talking, ho. You got a whole seafood boil in your panties." At this point, you was reaching over his shoulder, trying to grab her, cause she wanna fight, right? But Mitsuya was not having it. Nigga was holding you back, tryna talk you out of fighting that little girl.

At that, the bitch was just standing there, not doing anything, but she wanted to talk all big and bad, so you called her out.

"Bring yo Hungry, Hungry, Hippo looking ass over here, bitch. You aint slick. I thought you wanted to beat my ass."

Now she wanna walk up (still a safe distance away, cause the bitch is scary as fuck) and start putting her hands in your face.

"Bitch, you're scary; you're terrifying, ho! Run up, get done up, bitch! I'm like that."

You really have to look at her like she's dumb, cause she can see you're being held back. "Bitch, you look like a fucking mutt, bitch. You see he's not letting me go. Don't try and play that."

At this point, you're done arguing with a stupid ho, so you let Mitsuya take you back to the rest of Toman.

Everybody else brought their girlfriend too, so they were ready to fight because the bitch on the phone was talking about, "Let me call my friends," like a bitch. You and your friends can get it.

You see that Takemichi is back, and everyone was ready to go. Except for Nahoya and Baji, who had one arm around their girlfriends and were recording the fight with the other. You roll your eyes at them and smile.

"Ya'll ghetto as fuck." You laugh, smacking their heads.

"Aint you fighting with some girl in public?" Baji points you out.

"For real." Nahoya backs him up.

"Nah, cause she wasn't ready for this work." You giggle and go to hold Mitsuya's hand.

"Come on, so we can go see this movie."

#tokyo rev x reader #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x reader #takashi mitsuya #nahoya kawata #smiley #baji keisuke #keisuke baji #toman gang #tokyo revengers #Toman #tokyo manji gang #hanagaki takemichi #takemichi hanagaki #Hanagaki Takemichi #crack #x black reader #black reader #tokyo revengers x black reader #tokyo rev #crack post #drabble #tokyo revengers mitsuya #mitsuya x you #tokyo revengers baji #tokyo revengers nahoya

[cyberbvnniee]

Y’all I know I said I wasn’t posting anything else until I revised some older fics buttttt I just couldn’t get this series out of my head 🥲 let’s call it the Tokyo Rev. Occupation Series where I’ll be writing a series of nsfw blurbs about these sleazy professionals & their favorite clients 🫶🏾

First up we have :

Dentist!Smiley

 Lmaoooo this one is so obvious but Smiley is one of the best dentists there is. His office is a serene environment, even with the rap music playing, mainly Youngboy cus that’s who he claims he resonates with and it reminds him of his adolescence 😭 Souya thinks it’s unprofessional but regardless, it’s what he likes and his clients never complain, except you.

Smiley’s known for enhancements. Says a person’s smile is their best asset and has dedicated his life to helping people achieve their perfect smile. Porcelain veneers are his specialty—he focuses on aesthetic and functionality. His prices are a bit steep but his work speaks for itself. 

At only 27 years old he owns his own private practice and has made a name for himself in such little time. A lot of people are skeptics, claiming he’s far too young to know what the hell he’s doing, and that he’s overrated. He used to get so many comments about him being a scammer, ripping off clients, and a whole bunch of other bullshit on the daily.

It was infuriating but he’s not the person he used to be. Plus he can’t fight thousands of strangers on the internet. So he addressed it one time and one time only on ig live. 

“I don’t do promo like y’all’s favorite dentists, and I don’t fancy putting big white cinderblocks in people’s mouths for a couple thousand dollars like y’all’s favorite dentists.”

“If you don’t wanna work with me, that’s cool, but don’t disrespect me or my craft. My work is immaculate so pay my fucking price, or don’t, but somebody will and you’ll know the difference.” 

Of course it went viral, probably cus he said the whole thing with a smile on his face. Had the internet in an uproar—he was cool, calm and a little stern with just the right amount of sassy and of course you ate it up. Booked your consultation at Kawata Dentistry a few weeks later, paid almost 23 bands for your perfect smile, and you couldn’t be happier. He was much cuter in person, and yes, his teeth are just as straight and white in person. What intrigued you the most was the way the smile on his face never wavered, even when he was a bit annoyed at his receptionist for double booking his appointments.

That was nearly a year ago and he’s been your dentist since, and in the span of that year he’s come to like you a lot—enough to say you’re his favorite client. It makes him so fucking happy that you’ve started to smile for him more, no longer self-conscious about your imperfect smile, now you give him real smiles showing damn near all thirty two of your teeth.

He thinks you’re pretty as fuck too, never wearing any makeup, just your mink lashes and that Dior lip stuff you like. Smiley loves the way you keep yourself up—hair and nails always done and you always smell good as fuck, it’s obvious you’re a high maintenance, luxury bitch. But when you walk through his threshold, when you enter his domain, you’re nothing more than a slut for him to play with and he loves it.

He’s sitting on his stool, wheels locked while you’re on your knees between his legs with his fat cock stuffed in your mouth. The stretch makes your jaw ache but neither of you regard that. You swallow around his cock and it sends shivers up his spine. “Oh fuck, you’re so good at that.”

He calls it a ‘stress test’ and how he got you to agree to this the first time, you’ll never know, it must’ve been his way with words, since that’s what drew you to him in the first place.

Brent Faiyaz is playing, cus you hate that ‘rah-rah rap shit’ and you made it your business to tell him every time you enter his office, once you got comfortable enough.

He’s got your hair fisted into a makeshift ponytail, loves the raw Indian tape-ins you have in this time.

Smiley’s yanking at your hair, bobbing your head up and down, occasionally pushing you down far enough for his peachy pubes to tickle your nose. He’s spewing praise after praise as you please him. Going on and on about how you’re so pretty, especially when you’re on your knees letting him use your mouth like this. Thank goodness for the music, the gyuck sounds are so loud, so obscene as his thrusts get faster and sloppier.

The shaft of his cock is jutting against your teeth every single time the tip of him kisses the back of your throat, makes him shudder every time. He lets out a deep sigh, holding your head still and jerking his hips up.

“Holy shit, you’re so perfect.”

This lasts until he cums, which is never long, you are the client with the perfect mouth after all. He pops his cock out of your mouth, pressing kisses to your lips again and again until he’s satisfied.

You’re still on your knees and he’s still gripping your jaw, you already know what he wants so you crack a wide smile for him. You’re sure you look crazy—spit and cum (you’re dentist’s cum) running down your chin, just smiling like an idiot. He turns your head side to side, using his other hand to run his finger over the tips of your teeth. 

“No loosies or chipping.” He smiles at his own handiwork. “Lemme clean you up and get a picture.” It’s sweet, the way he wipes your face so gently and helps you up. He walks away for a second, washes his hands and returns with a tiny paper cup full of mouthwash, remembers alcohol free is your preference.

The goal is a minute but he lets you slide with the forty-five second swish. He hugs you tight, and he doesn’t let go. Neither do you, your arms perched against his shoulders as you stare up at him.

“When imma see you again? Every four months ain’t cutting it nomore.”

“You can see me whenever, you know where I be, what time I take lunch. Unless you trying to take me on a date outside of work hours.”

You nod, and when you do he’s pulling out his phone, handing it to you with a light chuckle. “Alright, gimme your number. We’ll set something up.”

Later that day, you see he posted you on his personal page. Your teeth looks amazing but you hope the hearts in your eyes and the way you press yourself against him isn’t too obvious.

@/smiley_orthodontist : Another satisfied client back for routine maintenance! I love making pretty girls prettier 🥺🫶🏻

I guess it’s safe to say you really like your dentist & he really likes you too!

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x black reader #tokyo rev x you #nahoya kawata #smiley x reader #x black reader #black coded reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x y/n #Tokyo revengers x black reader #HentyeHottie

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Crack/Suggestive🍧🍭

▶️: what you want for christmas - quad city dj's, 69 boyz, & k-nock

“LICK MY BALLS AND I’LL START HOLLIN’ LIKE, LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!”

Nahoya basically screamed out as his brother Souya trailed behind him just looking like he wanted to disappear into thin air.

You walked next to your own twin who had a mischievous grin mirroring Smiley’s on her face.

“Oh no…I’m covering my ears now.” You placed both on either side of your head on top of your pink ear muffs.

“LICK THE BOOTY, YOU’LL HAVE ME SQUALLIN’, LIKE LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!” 

Once her mouth closed, you shot her an irritated and embarrassed look.

“You do know that children live in this neighborhood, right?” 

She shrugged with her smile never faltering.

“You know what I always say. Fuck them kids.” 

Not having the mental capacity to uphold this conversation, you gravitate to Souya’s side.

He looked down at you with his typical angry expression plastered across his face, but his cheeks were tinged the slightest bit pink.

“Can we please pretend that we don't know them? Better yet, let’s drop them off at the homeless shelter around the corner. I'm sure the residents there would enjoy two clowns for entertainment.”

You laughed out loud at his suggestion causing the wrinkles in his forehead to visibly relax.

“That's not a bad idea, actually. Though on the other hand, if they get thrown out we'll have a major complaint from the city to deal with.” 

“Yeah, you're probably right about that.” Souya scratched the side of his fluffy blue head.

You and your twin, S/N, had been knowing Nahoya and Souya Kawata for some years now.

After a particularly long, drawn-out meeting of your all-girl biker gang, the two of you decided to grab something to eat one night, thus causing you two to stumble into their restaurant. 

Nahoya was quick to engage the both of you in conversation as both brothers worked on preparing your orders.

When they saw your gang jackets, they began telling you stories of their glory days when they were both known as The Twin Devils.

Ever since then, the four of you had been inseparable.

Which is why you're now all out trekking through a light snowfall in your old neighborhood, singing Christmas carols to inspire some holiday joy.

Well, you don't know what Nahoya and S/N are singing…

“If you two are done sharing a brain cell, we can hit up the next street over.” You said with a shake of your head. Long tresses flipped over your shoulders with the movement.

“Don't be a buzzkill, N/N! We’re just having a bit of fun!” 

“Yeah, N/N! Listen to your sister!” Nahoya chimed in when no one asked.

“Why should I? I'm the older twin and the captain!” You laughed.

The four of you rounded the corner. Every porch was decorated in multicolored Christmas lights with beautifully ornate wreaths attached to the doors.

You and S/N didn’t bring your bikes since Nahoya insisted on driving you all in his brand new, shiny black Cadillac truck which he'd left parked on this street and dared somebody to touch.

“These Christmas carols are for old people. It’s time to make things a bit more interesting.”

“More interesting than what you two were just doing?” Souya complained with a roll of his eyes.

Smiley just ignored him and, with that signature grin of his, pressed play on the radio in the car:

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

You almost screamed when Nahoya hopped up on the roof of the truck and started dancing, scared that he was going to fall.

I want a lil bit of this and I want a lil bit of that

I want a whole lot of this and I want a whole lot of that!

“Look here Santa Claus, this the deal

On Christmas, you got to keep it real

Imma go to da club on Christmas Eve 

And when I come home I wanna see,

Gifts underneath my Christmas tree

With a big booty girl that you left for me

Stockings on my fireplace

Full of that eggnog alizé

And if it ain’t too much to ask

Can you leave me a lil extra cash?

Cause I ain’t gone lie

All these Christmas lights got my light bill high”

You and Souya just looked on in slight astonishment as Nahoya belted out the lyrics like second nature, while also rolling his hips and popping his dick…

S/N started laughing and dancing on the side of the truck.

“I ain’t got no chocolate chips

To go along with no glass of milk

But I got some chips and dip, baby” 

Kool-Aid to sip, baby”

He had an arm thrown behind his peach-colored head as he dipped his pelvis back and forth.

“Imma leave the club at a quarter ‘til four

And all I wanna see when I hit the door

These twelve things on my Christmas list

And it goes a lil something like this:”

“Well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em I guess.” You grinned at Souya who blushed again then shrugged.

You started shaking your tambourine and hitting it against your open palm while Souya started beat-boxing into his hands.

“I want a 12-disc changer

11 filly blunts

10 karat gold

9 Sega tapes

8 gold teeth

7 pairs of jeans

6 pack of beer

He paused dramatically, 

“5 fresh gold chainnnnnns”

Souya snorted hard into his hands, making you giggle.

“4 thirty smokers

3 pack of draws

2 girlfriends

With a Cadillac to put it all in!”

You turned to Souya with a smile, “Hey player, what you gonna get her for Christmas?”

He immediately responded, “Girl, what you gonna get that boy?”

“OH BABY, BABY!” Nahoya screamed out.

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on now!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Ride out now!)

I want a lil bit of this and I want a lil bit of that

I want a whole lot of this and I want a whole lot of that!

“Say what?!”

S/N jumped in with the next verse:

“Christmas Day, the birth of Christ, no doubt

That’s what it’s all about

Smiley stop the beat for a sec

Show some respect

You all paused before resuming.

“Santa Claus, what’s up with you?”

Tell S/N what you gone do

Cause I want everything I say

When I wake up on Christmas Day

Help me out if you can

Cause I need a real good man

Cute with a whole lot of cash flow

Standing underneath my mistletoe

And it ain’t no ifs, ands, or no buts

Gone and fill my stocking up

With a lot of shoes, a lot of clothes

A lot of cash, a lot of gold

S/N want a lot of stuff

So if you think you got enough

Get ready, cause my Christmas list

Goes a lil something like this:”

“You better be taking notes, Smiley.” You giggled. He just continued grinning while Souya and you squatted down and rode the beat with her.

“I want 12 hundred dollars

11 pairs of shoes

10 fingernails

9 packs of weave

8 male strippers

7 bus passes

6 diamond rings”

She paused just like Smiley had,

“5 months free reeeent!” 

The three of you burst out laughing at her.

“4 bangles

3 pocketbooks

2 earrings

And a man with a lot of money!”

“I’m right here, baby!” Smiley threw his arms in the air.

“Oh baby, come on!” You and Souya started bumping elbows and rolling your hips like Smiley was while S/N twerked against the passenger side door.

Some of the houses’ lights flicked on and a few people even came outside to dance with you all.

Ahh, baby baby!

Come on!

Ahh, baby baby!

Come on now!

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

—-

After your little performance, one of the neighbors offered to fix you all a plate of cookies and some hot cocoa since they were so entertained by your display.

Your sister went along with the twins to help them carry the stuff out while you sat down in Smiley’s truck to catch your breath and put your tambourine away. You would need it for church on Sunday.

You knew it had to be getting extremely late now since the houses started to go dark. Nobody wanted a high ass light bill to pay in January.

The driver side door opened and a weight settled into the seat beside you. As you turned your head, the light over your head had already gone dark again, preventing you from seeing who it was.

When you felt a soft brush of curls against your cheek and the deep smell of men’s cologne you certainly knew  that it wasn’t your sister.

“Hey, took you long enough. Where’s S/N?”

He just chuckled and palmed your chin, bringing it up so he could breathe his warm breath over your glossy lips.

“Don’t worry, my brother is keeping her occupied.”

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x black reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x black reader #tokyo revengers x black y/n #nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata x black reader #souya kawata x reader #souya kawata x black reader #kawata twins #angry x reader #smiley x reader #i've been wanting to write this SO damn bad #i heard this song while driving home from the grocery store LMAO #sincember #⋰❄︎gotta sin to win❄︎⋱ #happyhornydays #💗💗🍡°my fics #💗💗🍡°tr masterlist #byp 🌹holiday event #byp 🌹2023 events #byp🌹

[maginxlia]

Starring Tokyo Revengers Men In ✰ Maury

Cast Line Up Manjiro, Draken, Keisuke, Nahoya, Kazutora and Souya

Rated PG-13

Summary ✰ How Would your Men React to you dragging them on Maury to Air out Your Dirty Laundry on TV and Question The Paternity of Your kids?? Some Crack for The Holidays Baby! (Highkey Sad and Funny at the same time)

No Pronouns up In Here!

Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

The Pre stage Video:“I love my kids and I have always been there for them. They are my life and this whole situation Breaks my heart” Manjiro states while the wind blows his hair back

✰ Manjiro is calm, cool, and collected while walking out on stage, Not an ounce of ignorance Radiating Off Him as the Audience cheer for him

✰ Close his eyes and when he opens them, They are on you like what the fuck?? while you air out dirty Laundry or talk about people you fucked on the side “Oh I didn't know all that” He says as his stomach flips

✰ His head swimming at this moment and the results can change how he acts

✰ All his friends in the crowd as calm but headstrong witnesses of all the things Manjiro has done for your baby but Keisuke and Nahoya Booing You whenever you speak

✰ “I just want to hear the Results to see if I am the father,” Manjiro Says calmly before glaring at you

You Are The Father!

✰ He's crying from Happiness while all of His Friends cheer for him “ I AM THE FATHER” Manjiro says while he lifts you up and spins you around

You Are Not The Father!

✰ All his friends booing you while you run backstage as Manjiro cries “The Fuck am I supposed to do Now??” Manjiro says while he hugs Draken

Ken ‘Draken’ Ryuguji

The Pre stage Video: “ I Don't care what anybody has to say, I am Here for My baby. I've been there for my daughter before she was born. I was there when she took her first breath, Her first steps, and said her first words. That baby Is My Daughter.” Draken says while crossing his arms

✰ Draken Ignores The audience even though they're cheering for him as He approaches you

“You really using My daughter for your five seconds of fame? On National Television? You disgust me” Draken spat out to you before greeting Maury

✰ Looks at you with pure disgust as you talk about your man on the side “I hope he was worth losing your family over” Draken says while cracking his Knuckles

✰ “For Our Daughter's Sake, you better hope those results say I'm the Father, cause this? This relationship?? It's dead.” Draken Says while shaking

You Are The Father!

✰ Hops out of the chair so hard that the chair falls “ I knew It! Now let me hold my daughter.” Draken Says while he avoids your arms

You Are Not The Father!

✰ Toss the chair to the side before walking backstage “ I prayed that you wouldn't hurt our daughter like this. I'm still going to be in her life, She deserves a good dad” Draken says before asking you to leave him alone

Keisuke Baji

The Pre stage Video: On My momma! I did everything for MY Baby! I bought Diapers, Formula, Breast Pumps, and Whatever MY Baby Needs! I think it's bullshit I am here right now when I have been the Daddy the whole time!

✰ Keisuke Brings his Momma with him on stage and Her Presence changes his Behavior

✰ Doesn't pay the boos attention because he wanna talk to you

✰ “You bring me on TV to Break my Heart?? You a Bit- A bitter person” Keisuke says while eyeing his mom

✰ “My Son, He might not be the brightest but he knows who his baby is” Keisuke Nodded his Head along to what his momma said until he realized she called him dumb and looked at his mom like The hell?? (Becomes a meme)

✰ Chifuyu is in the crowd in Support of Keisuke cause he knows shit can turn bad at any moment

✰ “Read The Result Maury That says I'm the father,” Keisuke says while crossing his arms

You Are The Father!

✰ Jumping Up and down before hugging his Mom and You “ I knew it! I never doubted that I was the father for a second!” Keisuke says while his eyes get tears in them

You Are Not The Father

✰ “You fuc- oooh You Bi- You better be glad My mom is here” Keisuke says while walking backstage to cry with his mom and chifuyu.

Nahoya ‘Smiley’ Kawata

The Pre stage Video: “I Can't Believe They brought me on TV to question the Paternity of The babies I been busting My Nuts, Balls, and Asshole TO HELP RAISE? Where is Kutcher at? Cause I know this a Joke” Nahoya says while grinning like a madman

✰ Walk out on the stage giving the finger to the Audience when they boo him “Yeah Boo this! cause I don't give a fu- oh you were gonna bleep me huh? I know it cost you money” He laughs before sitting down

✰ Grinning while You talk about your side man while he clenching his fist

✰ “You really Talking Talking since you on camara huh?” Nahoya grins before shifting in his seat

✰ Souya in the crowd Bawling “ We did everything for those Babies! Those are My nephew and nieces!” Souya said while tears pours down his face

✰ “Read Those Results Before I trash this Place” Nahoya huffs while his smile deepens

You Are The Father!

✰ Hugging his brother before storming off stage while you reach out for him “ Nah. Don't Touch me. Humiliating My babies, Souya and Me like this. The fuck you thought?? i was gonna kiss you? With the same mouth you been sucking -Bleep- With? Hell Naw -Bleep-”

You Are Not The Father!

✰ Tossing Chairs before storming off while Souya races after him “This Stinking -Bleep- Gonna do this to My babies? This some bullshit Man” He says while crying as Souya holds him close

Kazutora Hanemiya

The Pre stage Video: “ I may not be the best Daddy but I don't deserve this. I've been there since day one and now I'm being told my entire world might not be mine. Ma-Man I can't do this” Kazutora says while he tears up

✰ Ignore the Audience while Walking up to you “What did I do to deserve this?? Please Just Tell me?” Kazutora cries

✰ Can Barely stand Hearing about who you been with and Nealy walks off the stage twice “ I can't believe this is happening to me right now” Kazutora says while burying his head in his lap

✰ Chifuyu and Keisuke in the crowd for support while Kazutora bounces his Leg waiting for the results

✰“Please Maury Please Tell me I am the father” Kazutora begs

You Are The Father!

✰ “I knew it! Gimme those Papers Maury, I'm Gonna frame Them!” Kazutora Says while hugging his friends, “We can work through this” Kazutora says as he hugs you

You Are Not The Father!

✰ Kazutora looks at you in shock before walking off the stage to cry as Keisuke and Chifuyu walk past your crying form, “He still My son’ Kazutora cries into the shoulder of Keisuke while Chifuyu pats his back

Souya ‘Angry’ Kawata

The Pre stage Video: “I know I am the daddy of my babies! This Breaks My Hear-” Souya Cries before Nahoya cuts him off, “Nah Baby Bro don't do that! That smelly Hoe out here using My Nephews to hurt My brother? On Television?? On Maury??? You don't disrespect The Kawata twins! We will ride on your whole famil-” Nahoya barks before the video cuts off

✰ Souya Crying while the Audience Boos him when he walks out as Nahoya stands up

✰ “ Shut The Hell up and Keep those lips shut with all that -Bleep-” Nahoya says while laughing

✰ Tears won't stop falling down Souya's face as you talk about your side pieces “I-I'm just here for my sons” Souya Says as he drops his head while Nahoya screams “Head up Baby Bro! Head up!”

✰ “Please Please Tell me I am the Daddy Maury” Souya sobs

You Are The Father!

✰ Souya Hugs Nahoya before walking off the stage “ why would you put us Through all this?” Souya asked while he hug you close to him

You Are Not The Father!

✰ Nahoya clowning you while He comforts his sobbing brother “ You Stanking -Bleep- Go on run, Shoulda be Running from all That -Bleep-” Nahoya Yells as you run off stage

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Please Don’t Steal My Shit

#sano manjiro x reader #Mikey x reader #draken x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #Baji Keisuke x reader #keisuke x reader #nahoya x reader #smiley x reader #angry x reader #Souya x reader #kazutora hanemiya x reader #Kazutora x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x black!reader #Crack

[kamiiikos]

KAMIIKO ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

ask lil Wayne who the 5 star bitch is

she/her 18.

MY ART ᝰ.ᐟ

TR (Tokyo Revengers)

Smiley

JJK (Jujustu Kaisen)

HKU (Haikyuu)

DS (Demon Slayer)

CM (Chainsaw Man)

#writers on tumblr #black tumblr #tokyorev smut #wattpad #smiley smut #anime #black reader #urban #demon slayer #x reader #mikey x reader #smiley #smiley x reader #haikyuu #chainsaw man #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jjk gojo #jjk x you #jjk geto

[sinfulseashell]

Question of yandere Nahoya and yandere souya.

What would you do if your s/o plays favorites to get a reaction out of you?

Y!Nahoya: He chuckled softly while shaking his head, “Damn they can be so bratty sometimes. If I’m going to be honest here, they should really choose the person they want to make me jealous with carefully…considering I wouldn’t be able to hold back from beating their ass to death.” He sighs a playful smirk playing across his lips. “Now that i think about it…it would be cute to watch how terrified my darling would look seeing their distraction knocked out on the floor with an unrecognizable face.” He hums in thought. “Maybe they should go ahead and try me…i kind of want to see how this plays out for them.”

Y!Souya: “So they would rather have the person die altogether huh?” He looks away while leaning against the wall. “Bratty…thinking it’s ok to make me jealous is a very dangerous game to play. Sadly that person won’t know what’s going on until it’s too late, my little peach can watch them get beaten until I’m satisfied.” Scoffs as he grits his teeth. “Just thinking about it pisses me off…maybe I’ll take out some anger on them too…spanking their ass until it’s raw…brats need to learn a lesson.”

Ah! I’m so sorry my sweet anon! I misread the ask 😭 but I hope you enjoyed their answer 👉🏻👈🏻 they can be a little harsh 😅

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers brahman #tokyo revengers toman #tokyo revengers valhalla #tokyorev x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers bonten #tokyo revengers black dragons #yandere nahoya #nahoya kawata #kawata nahoya #yandere smiley #smiley #nahoya headcanons #nahoya imagines #nahoya scenarios #yandere souya #souya kawata #kawata souya #yandere angry #angry #souya headcanons #souya scenarios #souya imagines #kawata twins

[an1meslvt]

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nun really

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: y/n (black coded) x the tokyo manji gang

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: just crack/fluff

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫: ahhhh my first real post 😭 i hope y’all like it 🫶🏾

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲:

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧:

𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚:

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮:

𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐢:

𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐚:

𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚:

#mikey x black!reader #tokyo revengers x black!reader #nahoya x black!reader #smiley x black!reader #draken x black reader #souya x reader #baji x you #chifuyu x you #mitsuya x y/n

[rans-baby]

types of campers they are

s/o to @miyaniacs for giving me this idea .｡･ﾟﾟ･(＞_＜)･ﾟﾟ･｡.

is prepared at all times, has done it a million times before and is super resourceful, 10/10 would recommend

mitsuya, draken, KAKUCHO

he's fine with it, it's not his first choice but wouldn't mind doing it

rindou, chifuyu, IZANA, angry, WAKASA

will scream if he sees a bug and will SPRINT if he sees an animal, would leave you for dead if he had to

haruchiyo (except he would go down with you), MANJIRO, takemitchy

will try and fist fight animals for absolutely no reason, chaotic af (it's giving inosuke), 10/10 would recommend but for completely different reasons than above

taiju, BAJI, smiley, benkei

you would not catch him dead near the woods, absolutely not

RAN, kokonoi, SHINICHIRO

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #bonten x reader #sanzu x reader #mikey x reader #mitsuya x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou x reader #kokonoi x reader #draken x reader #kakucho x reader #chifuyu x reader #izana x reader #angry x reader #takemitchy x reader #taiju x reader #baji x reader #smiley x reader #black dragons x reader #wakasa x reader #benkei x reader #shinichiro x reader

[jelicoxoxo]

Tokyo revengers as dragons (Pt. 2)

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A/n: these are kind of rushed so they’re probably not as good, but it’s still content so I’ll put it out there.

Character list

Smiley, angry, draken

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Draken

This mf fell through your roof. Literally. He thought he could rest on it for a second, but his weight was to much and he fell through the roof and coincidentally right in front of your bed. You screamed when you saw him staring back at you, and shut up with his intimidating glare. He crawled out through the hole he left in your roof and watched as you paced back and forth in distress as you both sat in the front yard of the house he almost destroyed. He looked up at the roof himself, and left after a few minutes of watching you stress over your home. You stayed at a friends place for the night, and came back to a large pile of tree wood in front of your house, and a familiar dragon flying in circles above your home. He would bring wood and other things to your house, which his non-fearful behavior told you that he already had been socialized with humans already, so you would feed him every day from then on. You never claimed him as *your* dragon, you didn’t feel the need to—but he would still protect you and your house with his life, and everyone knows about the bond you and draken have, while he pays no mind to almost everyone else.

Smiley

Was bred for dragon racing, a pretty peach color with pink dusting the tips of his wings and ears. He’s a sky/wind dragon with the prettiest wings, and you are his rider. He went viral on social media quite a few times, and wins almost every race you guys enter. He’s known for his insane amount of speed, and has been to just about every event in the town. Every parade, every festival, every party, even some birthday parties. But with all this positive attention also comes negative attention, when you find that your dragon had been stolen! You spent all day searching for him, going from house to house to see if anyone had seen him or heard anything, which you found no leads to him. You already grew depressed, how could you not when part of your family had been taken away from you? He was not only the racing dragon everyone nicknamed ‘smiley’ for his little grin, he was everything to you, and you held him closely to your heart. But you didn’t have to worry long since he found his way right back home just the day after, nobody being able to sever the relationship you have with your dragon. You have no idea how he escaped, and you frankly don’t wanna know, as long as you have him back.

Angry

He’s smiley’s brother, obviously, but didn’t quite get as lucky as he did with the genes for speed. Instead, he had way more agility, and was extremely talented with sharp turns, tricks, and was insanely intelligent. He’s a sweetheart, giving “gifts” to you every chance he gets, will sunbathe with you and partake in your little skin care routine (which you went out and bought products specifically for dragons just for him), always wants to feel included in anything you do. People recognize him for his beautiful soft blue color, and the darker blue that dusted the tips of his wings similar to his sibling. He never attracted problems other than your neighbor’s complaints about his loud snoring, but he’s quick to act as a personal body guard when he senses danger, shielding you from potential threats with his wings, and only dropping his guard when you tell him to. He’d never hurt anyone or anything, unless they become a danger to you. Once shot a fireball at someone for shouting in your face, but it didn’t hit anyone thankfully. You where charged for damages, but at least you found out that his fire is actually blue as well?

#black writers #jelicoxoxo #anime #blackcontentcreators #tokyo revengers #smiley x reader #angry x reader #draken x reader #tokrev nahoya #tokrev souya #tokyorev draken #tokyorev charas as dragons #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev fluff #tokyorev headcanons #platonic

[batmanrogues-scenarios]

Ok so how about the Rogues with an s/o that constantly gives them gifts. Like sometimes it's not even something expensive just like a cool rock or a book that they found of their favorite genre.

Sorry if you did that one already, have a great day.

:)

Didn't do that one Smiley Anon, sounds cute!

Riddler

Likes it and finds it cute

Tries to enjoy his gifts together

Scarecrow

Really enjoys books S/O gets him

Mad Hatter

Loves hats he gets, tried to buy S/O dresses in return

Joker

Doesn't get what's with them and rocks but keeps all of them anyway

Two Face

Harvey thinks they shouldn't give him so many gifts while Two Face is just thankful

Black Mask

Finds it interesting they buy Him gifts

Enjoys everyone of them even the one S/O makes themselves

Penguin

This is literally game where they try to beat each other

Everytime he surprises S/O they give him gift in return and vice versa

Doesn't matter S/O gifts aren't as expensive, they're the same value as his

Mr Freeze

Thinks they shouldn't give him so many things

Is still thankful

Harley Quinn

Enjoys presents so much

Reads some psychological thrillers together

Poison Ivy

Doesn't understand why they keep giving them stuff

She still enjoys her new flowers though

Catwoman

Loves it give her more, even though they not always as fancy

#riddler x reader #black mask x reader #mad hatter x reader #joker x reader #poison ivy x reader #two face x reader #harley quinn x reader #penguin x reader #catwoman x reader #mr freeze x reader #scarecrow x reader #smiley anon #pati writes

[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

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TW: unauthorized/nonconsensual photography, sexual harassment, threatening, offensive insults, overprotective behavior, angst, usage of drugs (marijuana), peeping tom

A/n: Not all characters will be dated/developing relationships in the first book/season. You may have to wait until the second book/season if you are waiting for a specific character.

X Masterlist

Chapter 1: Heavenly 》Next

"Bro! BRO!" I curl over myself laughing as my best friend runs out of the yard, trying to get away.

Tears prick at my eyes and my best friend falls to the ground laughing.

"Bruh, I was NOT tryna get caught!"

He manages to say before joining me at my side.

"Okay, but you ain't have to run out the yard!"

His laughing finally dies down and we walk back inside, his left arm draped over my shoulder in a friendly manner. Seeing Chifuyu and Kazutora still chilling on the couch, I take a seat next to Kazutora, throwing my legs over his lap. Baji sits next to Chifuyu, his right arm resting on the back of the couch over the blond's shoulders.

"Kazu, Fuyu, tell me why Baji gon' run out the front yard when I tried to hit him for spraying me." I lean back on the armrest of the couch, getting comfortable. Slight chuckles leave them and Baji's face grows a bit red.

"I was runnin' for my life, bruh." he smiles at the group.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and Kazutora looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"One of your lil' side hoes?"

I take my phone out and give him a ' Are you serious right now?' look. He puts his hands up defensively.

"I'm just asking the questions that need to be asked!" I chuckle at him and Chifuyu defends me.

"Jealous much?" He raises his eyebrow, mirroring what Kazutora had done. Kazutora gets defensive and I roll my eyes at their bantering. I unlock my phone to see who texted me.

H: Are you coming or not? H: Getting tired of waiting.

I roll my eyes at his impatience before texting back.

Me: Yea? Me: And one thing you not gon do, lil boy, is rush me. 😒🖕🏾

He reacts to my message with a laughing face, and before I can tell him I'm not playing, my phone gets snatched out of my hands by Baji.

"' Are you coming or not?', ' Yea?'" He reads the message aloud and looks at me in disbelief.

Chufuyu springs up from his seat before taking the phone himself.

I stand up as well and punch Baji's arm.

"Don't touch my shit, nigga." I attempt to take my phone from Chifuyu, but he swiftly avoids me. His eyes never leave the screen as his face scrunches up in a mixture of surprise and disgust.

Kazutora chimes in.

"The same way some grown man tryna touch on you?" he snorts and I roll my eyes.

"Yall really think yall funny, huh?" I finally manage to take my phone from Chifuyu and quickly lock my phone.

Baji crosses his arms. "Who's 'H'?" he raises an eyebrow. The other two men nod along.

"That's none of your business, now is it?" I bend over, pouting mockingly. I knew I messed up by saying that, but could you blame me? I mean, I'm a grown-ass woman. Their faces darken, completely serious. Chifuyu scoffs at me before making his way upstairs. I roll my eyes at his childish behavior.

My eyes trail over to the other two men.

"So we're keeping secrets now?" Kazutora stands.

"Kazu, c'mon--"

"No, no, Kazutora, it's none of our business!" Baji cuts me off, putting his hands up in a surrendering manner. I feel my throat tighten a bit.

"Oh you right, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to look out for you, your highness!" Kazutora bows before scowling at me.

I scoff at them. "Okay, be like that! I don't give a fuck!" I shrug, storming out of the house.

My heart feels like it's in my throat as tears blur my vision. I let out an aggravated sigh as I walked down the block. Unfortunately, Baji was my ride to Kazutora's house, so getting a ride from him was now out of the question. I was by no means sad about our small argument, just pissed off. My phone chimes as I get sent an address. I put it into my GPS and make my way there.

Luckily, the walk felt short. I turn off my music and put my headphones back into my pocket as I walk up to a large hotel. I get to the entrance and notice that you need a keycard to get in. Just as I am about to pull out my phone, the door opens. I look up and a smile crosses my face.

"Hey, Hanma."

The ghost of a smirk crosses his features as the lanky man steps aside to let me into the lobby.

The building itself looked well-kept and not too fancy. We step into the elevator and Hanma presses the button for the 3rd floor. My eyes travel up to his hair and I let out a disgusted grumble.

"What did I tell you about putting your hair up like that? It looks better down." I upturn my lip and he side-eyes me, uninterested.

"And I told you that dressing like a bimbo ain't cute." he scrunches his nose at my outfit, eyeing me up and down. A sports bra and booty shorts don't fall into the bimbo category for me, but what do I know?

The doors open and we step out of the elevator, Hanma slapping my ass in the process. I whip around to face him, my eyes wide and my mouth agape. He walks right past me in a bored manner; down the hallway to his apartment. 3105.

He presses his key card up against the fancy machinery, the red light turning green. He pushes his door open and throws his key card onto the kitchen counter.

As soon as you walk in, you're hit with the smell of lemon-scented cleaning supplies and expensive candles. I honestly expected his place to be junky. Shit, I didn't even expect him to live in the Heavenly Hotel.

Having been known as the second most expensive hotel in the Bronx, the Heavenly Hotel certainly lives up to its name.

"Okay Hanma, I see you," I say, my eyebrows knitted together with a smile on my face. I couldn't help but run my fingers against every surface. "Nice place, nice place…" I peek up the stairs.

He takes off his jacket, draping it over the industrial white couch.

"Hm? Oh, I'm not living in this shithole. My place? The Heavenly Hotel wishes they could compare." He smirks at me, almost telling me I'm stupid without saying it.

I roll my eyes but deep down, I'm impressed. I mean, with the way Hanma dresses, acts, etc. I thought he was living on the streets. Which brings me to my current question.

"Where'd you get the mon--"

"You can take a shower upstairs. There's a closet with spare clothes." He takes out a cigarette, lights it and places it in his mouth. Hanma takes a long drag, letting the smoke out through his nose.

"Not only do you talk too fuckin' much, but you're damn nosey." He mumbles, flicking ashes onto the floor. I flinch. Not because of his less than kind words, but because of the bland grey dirtying the pristine white marble.

I go upstairs, opening every door and being met with beautiful rooms. It isn't until I'm about to give up that I finally find the bathroom. The floors are made out of beautiful linen wood, the walls a soothing grey. I strip down and place my clothes into a hamper. I turn on the water and play with the different settings. Jet, shower, rain. There are 15 different settings to choose from. I go with mist and scrub my body. The water pressure and temperature put me on cloud 9.

I must not have kept track of how long I was in there, because next thing I know, the door flings open. Heavy feet stomp over to the shower and that door swings open as well. I jump and cover my naked body.

"I don't know what you think this is; running up my water bill. Get your ass out 'fore I come in there, wash you myself, and dress you like you're a fucking child." Hanma spits, glaring down at me. His eyes look over me once before slamming the shower door shut.

"You got four minutes." He walks out and closes the door behind him.

I remain still from the shock. I take in a shaky breath and turn off the water. I step out and grab a towel from the shelf over the toilet. I quickly dry off and put on a white t-shirt, black leggings, and black socks from the closet. I put my box braids into a half up-half down hairstyle, leaving some out in the front.

I leave the bathroom and come downstairs to see Hanma smoking on the balcony, the stars of the night making his face glow.

I step out with him and close the sliding door behind me

"Don't pull that shit again." My voice comes out less strict than I would have hoped.

He laughs at me. He laughs his stupidly. sexy. irresistible laugh and puts his cigarette out on the railing. He walks past me, squeezing my chest. I couldn't help the small startled moan I let out.

Curse this quietness.

He abruptly stops at the doorway and I can't bring myself to turn around and face him.

"You're gonna wish I do," He steps closer, his left hand gripping my ponytail, yanking my head back. "You're gonna cry and beg for that shit," He continued.

I glare at him through teary eyes, the back of my neck starting to burn. He stares at me, not saying a word. A blank face plays on his features and my throat tightens as the tears spill over.

"Han--"

"You're no fun." He sighs, yanking my body back by my hair, causing me to run into the iron railing.

I wipe my tears. Am I seriously crying in front of this piece of shit? Where did my pride go? Was it lost when I lost the trust of my three closest friends? Or maybe it was when I lost my dignity, letting Hanma treat me the way he is just because he's bigger. Stronger.

I sniffle and push past him, grabbing my phone off the kitchen counter, Hanma had grabbed it when he entered the bathroom.

"Fuck you, Hanma. Don't text me, call me, don't even think about me, you perverted piece of shit." I say, unlocking the door while pulling my shoes on.

"That seems more like a you task, than a me task. Text me when you get home, doll." He smiles.

"Go fuck yourself," I mumble, leaving out the door.

"So then I told that negro to go fuck himself. Not only are you gonna diss my fashion sense, but you're gonna put your hands on me?" I shake my head in disbelief.

Nahoya brushes his knuckles against my cheek. "It's gon' be okay, ma."

He manspreads with his arms thrown over the back of the couch, black sweats hanging dangerously low. There is silence despite the R&B music playing from Nahoya's playlist. Souya, sitting between my legs, tilts his head back until it meets my lap. He looks up at me with red, lidded eyes.

"Want us to beat him up?" He asks, relaxing into the plush of my thighs. I run my fingers through his hair, making sure the oil is rubbed in. A smile makes its way to my face.

"Nah, ya'll are good."

Nahoya uses his index and middle fingers to turn my chin, making me face him.

"Y'know you can rely on us, right?" His finger taps on my chin to keep my attention. "You can still move in. We kept the guest room open just for you, sweetheart." He smiles at me, his blindingly white teeth making an appearance. Lord have mercy.

"I know, Hoya." I grab his hand lingering on my face. "But you know I've been thinking about moving in with Annaztazja and Raedyn." I flash a sorry smile.

Annaztazja and Raedyn are my two best friends. I met them when I first enrolled in college. They were looking for a third person to split the rent with, and I sure as hell was not paying for a dorm by myself. After receiving my Bachelors degree in information systems and going to business school, I'm 22 getting by with the position of Jr.Operations Analyst for Gynja Investments with a salary of $34,628.

Nahoya sucks his teeth and stands up, stretching. "They already got each other. They'on need a third person." He chuckles to himself.

Souya takes my phone off the charger, replacing it with his. "25 missed calls from 'Fuyu' and 46 unread messages from 'Tora'." He says, handing me my phone. I wipe my hands off on my leggings and take my phone from him.

I decide to call Chifuyu back later and read the messages from Kazutora.

Tora: Yo Tora: Where are you? Tora: Istg if you dont answer me Tora: Im gonna get Baji to track your location Tora: And he'll handle it

I quickly text back before he makes any rash decisions.

Me: I'm good. Me: Spending the night somewhere else.

Tora: Wtf do you mean Tora: You supposed to be spending the night here

Oh, that's right. I was supposed to be spending the night at Tora's place.

Tora: ? Tora: Where you at? Address?

I turn my location off. A harsh slap to my thigh makes me turn my phone off as well. I look down at Souya, the assailant in question. I rub at my now swelling thigh and raise an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"You spending the night?" He asks, obviously eavesdropping.

"Well, not anymore you abusive fuck."

Souya turns around, his forearms on each side of me.

"'M sorry, mama." He mumbles against the crook of my neck, peppering kisses on my right shoulder. He intertwines his hands behind my back, trapping me. My heartbeat quickens in two places as his kisses trail to my collarbone. I run my fingers through his hair as he finishes his kisses on my left shoulder, resting his head on it.

"I guess I can forgive you." I joke, rolling my eyes.

Nahoya comes behind the couch, draping a blanket over my face. "There are more blankets in the hallway closet." He says, playfully knocking my head to the side. I pull the blanket off my face.

"Attacking me while I'm at an obvious disadvantage is crazy," I say, leaning back to show Souya snuggling into my shoulder.

"I guess you sleeping on the couch then." he smiles, hitting the other side of my head.

"Souya, get up and defend my honor," I whine, trying my best to shake the man twice my size. Small snores erupt from him and I sigh in defeat.

"I want my ones when I wake up, cheater," I say draping the blankets over Souya and me.

"Now come over here and help me get him on this couch." Referring to Souya's bottom half still kneeling at the edge of the couch. Nahoya steps over and lays his brother on top of me.

"Goodnight, big head," Nahoya says, turning the lights off.

"Goodnight, ugly." I retort, closing my eyes. The sound of Nahoya going up the stairs gets smaller and smaller until inaudible.

I run my fingers through Souyas curly locs as today's events consume my thoughts. And no matter how hard I tried, even as I drifted to sleep, I couldn't tune out the sound of a camera clicking.

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #black reader #baji keisuke #baji x reader #chifuyu x reader #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu matsuno #kazutora hanemiya #hanemiya kazutora #hanma shuji #angst #nahoya kawata #smiley #souya kawata #souya x reader #souya fluff #tokyo revengers souya #angry #nahoya x reader #tokyo revengers nahoya #kawata twins #kawata souya x reader #twin devils #series

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

—𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗒

`𝘥𝘪𝘦! 𝘺𝘢𝘺! 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳! 𝘺𝘢𝘺!’

♧↝𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 ♤↝𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ♡↝𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♢↝𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄

⁂ 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 (♧)

#smiley masterlist #smiley x black!reader #smiley x black fem!reader

[kisses4reid]

missed it | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

summary - you celebrate your birthday alone in tears, until someone knocks on your door.

genre - colleague!reid x fem!reader, angst, fluff

warnings - angst, crying, memories of neglect and favouritism

a/n - a little self indulgent. thank you for 450 followers!!!! taglist is open as always, sorry for the cliff hanger.

Crisscross applesauce on a wooden barstool in front of leftovers from the night before. Exactly how every Wednesday night is. It’s raining, you can smell petichor, and you had just finished a book your colleague had lended you two days prior.

There is nothing special about today.

Your day was full of paper work and coffee breaks. Exactly how every Wednesday is. It was overcast, you could smell petichor, and you had just handed in some classified paperwork to your boss.

There was nothing special about today.

You night will be sleepless, full of tears and terrible memories. Not like every Wednesday night. It will storm, you’ll smell dirt and mud, and you’ll show up the next day to pretend you’re as bubbly and smiley as every one thinks you are.

There is nothing ever special about today.

You gripped your fork and stuffed the last of the leftover rice into your cheeks, chewing as a coping mechanism for the ball gathering at the back of your throat.

Glancing at your phone every two minutes didn’t help the gathering tears either, especially when it was a black screen every time. It happens every year.

Maybe your little cousin will send some emojis and a love heart, but it’s been years since that last happened. Your brothers and sister would get posts on your mothers Facebook, and you got a happy birthday from a distant aunty you met once when you were 3.

Maybe this is why when you dry yourself and start your nighttime routine, you light the candle you bought yourself, and get changed into pyjamas you bought yourself, and you light a skinny colourful candle you bought yourself.

You don’t get the chance to blow it out before a tear extinguishes it.

A sob rakes through you. Even in these warm pyjamas surrounded by your favourite vanilla and citrus scent, you can’t seem to be happy with what you’ve got. That’s what your father would tell you every birthday until you were 11 - when the presents stopped rolling in.

Be grateful for the clothes you’ve already got, for the books you’ve already read, for the food you’ve already eaten.

Be grateful that your little sister can breathe to blow out your candles, that your brothers have hands to open your presents.

Be grateful.

You are grateful you got that part time job to move out so young, that you were accepted in the BAU and welcomed with open arms, that it gave you the financial stability to own your own apartment with windows to get rained on and bookshelves to fill.

The covers on your bed were darkening with every tear that dropped from your cheek. It was ruining your skincare.

A laugh escapes you, barely audible through your closing throat, before you hear a firm knock on your front door.

Slippers on, hair loose and messy, you opened the door with a frown. It was not the day nor time for any soliciting or girl scout cookies. But you stopped for a second and glanced at the time displayed on your oven. It was 11pm.

“Y/n? Are you awake?”

Your eyes widened at Spencer Reid’s voice, eyebrows furrowing and hand quick to twist the door knob.

“Spencer what are you-“

“Happy birthday?” A full teeth smile was plastered on his place, but you didn’t notice as his face was hidden by a vanilla cake and small bag with plastic casing over it.

Any other time Spencer would be welcome in, it would make sense today wouldn’t be any different. For gods sakes, he has a key to your front door - but when his smile fades and you feel the last tear drop catch on your socks, you rethink opening the door all together.

“Y/n… are you okay?”

You felt a pit of coal and ash stir in the bottom of your uneasy stomach. Your eyes flashed between his eyes and the cake, one last single tear dropping down your cheek.

Spencer caught it with his thumb, wiping it with a deep frown.

“I’m fine,” you stepped back to let him in, plastering an awkward smile on your face (something you hoped would say caught me!), “Sad movie, that’s all.”

“A sad movie on your birthday?” He set down the bag and cake on your kitchen countertop, concerned expression not lifting after your lie. You bit your lip as his eyes wandered the apartment.

He had been there a million times, but now he seemed to be profiling it.

There was an orange stained plate in the sink - probably your left overs, no indent on the couch nor movie playing on the TV. He peered into your bedroom to find a wrecked bed and slouched pillows, tissues splayed amongst the duvet.

You swallowed, feeling caught and trapped. There was no escaping this, Spencer was too good of a profiler.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” His eyes were a deep brown, glossy against his matte chocolate hair. He wore those glasses you liked, even when he insisted he hated how he looked in them. What a beautiful sight in such a sad situation.

You brought your left hand to your right elbow and shook your head, “It’s okay-“

“No it’s not.”

“Spencer, I’ve dealt with this for over 12 years. You get used to it.”

Spencer stood a metre away from you, eyes scanning you like he was trying to scrap the skin off your bones, see what was really going on.

And at that point, in your den of lies and self-pity, you felt no more rotten truths could hurt you more than you had hurt yourself. Spencer wasn’t much taller than you, but looking at him for this long at an angle was beginning to hurt more than your heart.

You grabbed the cake off of your counter top and smiled as if nothing wrong was happening, “Cake! You brought me cake.”

Spencer followed you into your living room awkwardly, “Yeah. It’s vanilla- I brought it because we didn’t eat at work today, nobody…”

Said Happy Birthday.

You nodded to yourself, patting the space beside you for Spencer to sit. “I know, it’s okay. It was a very busy day, I don’t blame them.” You undid the lid of the cake - obviously store bought - and took in your hand a wine glass that had stood empty for around half an hour. “Thank you, my favourite flavour is vanilla.”

“I know.” The tall boy let out a small smile then, but it quickly disappeared. He hated how you shrugged off such a devastating situation, how it meant nothing to you, how you claimed it had been like this for 12 years and not broken down.

“Y/n-“ Your loud sigh cut him off, stabbing the wine glass into the cake and lifting it, taking a bite of cake that slide out of the cup. The couch softened under your sudden slouch, Spencer faced you with his legs spread like a man.

Your eyes felt tight, chest collapsed. Nothing could be worse than this.

“My birthday is a week after my older brothers, so even when we did celebrate my birthday, it was small. And then one of my uncles passed away a few days after, and celebrating my birthday was seen as inappropriate.” You took another bite and talked through the frosting, “Instead at Christmas they let me choose which presents were for my birthday, many months late. I was grateful, that was all that mattered.”

Spencer moved closer and whispered, “Being grateful for neglect isn’t healthy, Y/n.”

“But it helped me, as a kid. As a girl who wanted to be loved so badly. When your siblings blow out your candles, and your cake is your sisters favourite flavour, all you can be is spiteful. And when I was, I was reprimanded. Be grateful, Y/n. At least you have siblings who can breathe and eat.”

You laughed after some time, Spencer’s mind racing at a hundred miles per minute.

“So I never told anyone my birthday. That’s why I showed up at the door looking like this,” you point to yourself and giggle, “I didn’t think anyone knew.”

“You look gorgeous.” He whispered, thigh touching yours on the plush couch. His hand lifted and skimmed your face, thumb moving to wipe a dot of frosting off of your lips. His hand fell.

“What’s in the bag?” You ask.

“Open it and see.” He replies.

What’s inside surprises you more than his initial arrival. It a medium sized glass bottle of perfume, with simple rinestones and gorgeous patterns engraved in it, a baby pink ribbon around its neck. The words were in french, the only words in english reading vanilla & citrus, in cursive writing.

A breath escaped you, your fingers tracing each detail like you were to memorise it. Spencer gulped as your eyes were glued to the writing and the shiny glass, how the liquid inside sloshed only slightly at every move.

“It is… do you like it?” He asks, turning his body towards yours trying to scope out your expression.

“I love it.” You mumble in awe.

“What?”

“I love it, thank you. Spencer, this is…” A wide smile escaped you, an incredulous giggle accompanying it. He let out a held breath and wove his shaking fingers through his hair. He was still at a loss for words at your previous confessions, but at least he made you happy, laugh.

Your eyes held each other for a moment, the room getting so suddenly small and hot.

“I…” you try to finish your sentence before you notice his gaze flickering to your lips, causing a small smile to appear.

“Happy birthday, Y/n. I’m sorry your birthdays were overlooked, I promise they won’t be anymore.” Spencer whispered, leaning in.

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